Nobody's Hero (25 page)

“Damn, it’s colder than a motherf…than a
mother in here.”

He could say that again—and for Adam to be
cold was saying something. He carried her to the side of the bed
and lowered her to her feet, then pulled the sheet and comforter
down. “Get under the covers while I start a fire in here. Better
enjoy it, too, because I’m not going to let you burrow under those
covers for long.” Her nipples tightened, more from excitement than
the cold, she suspected, and she crawled into bed to watch him
light the gas logs in the fireplace. Soon, she felt the heat of the
fire on her face.

“Sorry it’s not a wood fire, but I can’t run
the risk of some careless or distracted club member burning the
place down trying to light a fire.” After he started the fireplace,
she watched him go to a closet and pull out a black leather vest.
Her heartbeat increased again, pounding blood loudly through her
ears. He turned toward her and removed his t-shirt. The firelight
flickered across the muscles and planes of his chest and she ached
to run her fingers over him. His muscular pecs and abs begged to be
licked, but she wouldn’t displease him again by taking the
initiative. If he wanted her to touch him, he’d tell her. He donned
the vest.

The room warmed quickly, probably not as a
result of the flames in the fireplace, and Adam glanced at the
blankets. “Kick the covers off and remove your t-shirt.”

Her clit stood at attention. She sat up and
stripped down to her thong. Adam’s intense gaze as he watched her
follow his command caused her nipples to peak. She’d gone braless
today and wondered if he would strip any further himself, but he
kept his button-fly jeans on and walked over to the bed and reached
toward the headboard bed post. She heard the jangle of chains.

Again with the chains?

Well, it was a BDSM club.
Adam’s club.
She realized he’d brought her to this bed because apparently he
didn’t have his own equipped with chains, which made her smile.
Maybe that meant he hadn’t restrained any other slaves, subs, or
bottoms in his bed. Somehow that made her feel more special and to
appreciate their time in his bedroom even more.

“Give me your wrists.”

Ka-thunk.
Obediently, she raised her
arms toward him. He took the right wrist and wrapped it in a soft
leather cuff.

“What if my arms aren’t up to strenuous
contortions yet, Sir?” She really hadn’t noticed any pain since
yesterday morning, so she’d probably healed already.

“Who said anything about restraining your
arms?” The look in his eyes caused heat to pool in her pelvis. Her
pussy grew wet. He cuffed her left wrist and laid both hands on top
of her abdomen. Were the cuffs just for decoration then? His warm
hands curved around her shoulders and gently massaged the muscles
before his hands slipped down further and cupped her breasts. He
pinched and twisted her nipples. 

“Ackkk!”

Her pelvis strained toward him as her nipples
tightened and swelled beneath his fingers and thumbs. He released
her and watched as her nipples grew bigger, straining toward him,
as her breasts swelled, begging for his hands, his lips, his
touch.

Adam smiled. She wasn’t quite sure she liked
what that wicked smile held in store for her. He went to the
nightstand and pulled out a bundle of soft-looking white string or
very thin rope. How could tying her arms with that be less
painful?

“Scoot toward the middle of the bed.” She did
as he told her, ignoring the sore muscles. The colder sheets caused
her nipples to bunch even more. “Perfect.”

For what? But her body warmed quickly under
his praise. Adam straddled her hips, lightly resting his denim-clad
hips above her knee, then bent over and took her left nip into his
mouth, between his teeth. She hissed when he bit down and
pulled.

“Oh, God, Sir! Do that again!”

He growled and she realized she was telling
him what to do again. She needed to remember her place. After
working so hard at being his slave last week, you’d think she could
enjoy a little more freedom now, but there didn’t seem to be much
difference between a slave and a sub, other than the time frame in
which she had to submit. If she wanted to keep from getting gagged,
she’d better keep her mouth shut.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll remember myself. It
just felt so good.”

He grinned at her, then took the other peak
between his teeth and did the same. She clenched the sheets in her
fists and bit her lip to keep from crying out. When he sat up,
resting most of his weight on his knees, she watched him unravel
the bundle of rope and determined the midpoint. Pulling a pocket
knife from his pocket, he snipped it into two long lengths.

“In my toy bag, I have a pair of nip nooses
we’ll have to play with sometime. But I’m sure we can improvise
tonight, rather than postpone your fun for me to go get the
bag.”

There seemed to be some underlying warning in
his words. She watched him lower the rope to her chest, teasing her
nipples with the cool strands for several minutes until gooseflesh
rose on her skin and her nipples grew even harder, if possible.
What did he plan to do? She didn’t have to wait long to find out.
Pinching one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, nearly to the
point of pain, he took the rope, formed a knot, and laid it in a
circle on her areola, surrounding her nipple. She felt his gaze on
her face, but her eyes were riveted to her breast, watching as he
slowly pulled the end of the rope and the circle grew smaller and
smaller until it surrounded her nipple like a lasso. Then he
tightened it even more.

“Ahhh!” The exquisite pain caused her clit to
throb and her knees and hips would have bucked upward if his hips
weren’t obstructing them.

He did the same with the other nipple. Even
though she knew what was coming this time, she still gasped when he
tightened the noose. He pulled on the ropes, lifting her nipples
into the air and stretching her swollen breasts.

“Oh, God!” The sensation of pulling her up by
her nipples nearly made her come. They were so hypersensitive. Now
she just wanted his mouth and hands on her again. But the feel of
her nipples embracing the rope, as he put it, was too erotic for
words.

When he lifted his leg and got off of her,
she was curious as to the purpose of lassoing her nipples. Then he
took the string tied around her left nipple and pulled tighter and
tighter, stretching the string toward the bed post. Surely not. No
way.

Yes way.

Within seconds, he’d expertly tied the string
to the bedpost, restraining her by her nipple. He walked around the
bed, took the other string, and performed the same maneuver. She
tried to move, but that only caused the slip knots around her
nipples to tighten even more. Her clit throbbed, her nipples ached,
and she knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

“How do your arms feel now?”

She glared up at him, but when he grinned,
she knew she couldn’t stay angry. Besides, if she expended too much
energy or made the wrong movements, she was going to cause some
serious pain to her nips.

Adam straddled her again and bent over her to
kiss her lips, his chest rubbing against her distended nipples.
When she opened her mouth to invite his tongue inside, he ignored
her and instead trailed whiskery kisses down her neck. He moved
down her body until his tongue flicked over one of her engorged
nipples. When he took it into his mouth, even his lips felt razor
sharp and she strained toward him, then away. So sensitive. He gave
the other bud the same attention, then continued to scoot down the
bed, blazing a trail over her abdomen and pelvis.

Her clit zinged and his hard cock throbbed
against her inner calf, as if in response.

Adam reached up to cup her breast, loosening
the strain of the rope. “How does that feel, kitten?”

“Fine, Sir.”
Really hot, actually.
Who
knew Karla Paxton would get off on being restrained to a bed by her
nipples?

“Not too tight?”

“No, Sir. I’m fine.”

“Fine is not what I’m looking for here,
kitten.”

Oh, my.

“I don’t want to restrain your arms, because
of the whiplash in your neck and shoulders, but I want you to find
something to hold onto with your hands so I don’t have to. If they
get in my way, I just might tie them to the nipple restraints and
you’ll be feeling some serious pain every time you move or jerk
your arms. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.” She nibbled her lower lip. “I’m
not into pain, Sir.” It wouldn’t hurt to remind him.

“You have the control over the amount of pain
you feel, kitten. This is called predicament bondage to describe
the predicament you’re in. If you move, there’s pain. Don’t move,
less pain.”

But if he hadn’t restrained her like this,
she’d certainly have a lot more control. Okay, if he didn’t hurry
up and do something, she’d be screaming in frustration. She’d
waited long enough for her orgasm.

Helpless. Hopeful. Horny.

“Please, Sir. Don’t make me wait any
longer.”

“Is my kitten running this show, or is her
Dom?”

Feeling bolder than she ever had, she
couldn’t resist teasing him. After all, kittens were supposed to be
mischievous, not obedient. “Your kitten wants her Dom to pet her
pussy. Now, Sir.” Karla raised her head off the pillow to snarl at
him.

“Sounds more like I have a little tiger
trying to intimidate me.” The smile faded from his lips as his eyes
smoldered and he covered her body with his, pressing her into the
mattress. The strings holding her nipples to the bedposts pulled
and her hips bucked up in response and she clutched the sheet to
keep from moving her hands.

His fist grabbed a shank of her hair and he
forced her head back, positioning his face mere inches above
hers.

Karla’s gaze settled on his mouth and,
without a thought toward the repercussions, her mouth clamped down
on his full lower lip in a playful nip. Adam growled playfully and
pulled her head away by the hair he still held in his fist.

“I should have warned you, kitten. I bite
back.”

He lowered his mouth to hers, but instead of
kissing her, took her lower lip between his teeth and bit down,
hard. The sting of pain caused her eyes to water, but the promise
of his erection pressing against her mound left her breathless and
wanting more.

She pressed her tongue against his teeth
until he chuckled and sucked it into his mouth.
Ohhhh!
She
could scream with the frustration at not being able to direct his
mouth where she wanted him to be. He still maintained the
control.

He ground his lips over hers, taking
possession of her mouth. When she would have moaned in pain from
her bruised lips, he forced his tongue inside smothering the sound.
She pulled at the sheets, trying so hard not to wrap her arms
around him, wanting to touch his hair, his face, his shoulders—to
pull him even closer. He tore his lips away and moved off her to
lie beside her, then bent over her breast and took one hard,
captured nipple between his teeth again.

Frustrated, she tilted her pelvis toward him
and he answered by trailing his hand down slowly over her other
breast, her quivering abdomen, her thrusting hips, until he reached
her mons, where he slid his palm inside the triangle of her
thong.

At the same time, his teeth clamped onto one
rigid nipple and tugged, causing her to arch her back when she
thought he might not stop pulling. Oh, God! The pain! He released
her nip and bent over the other, biting down again. When cold hair
touched the first wet nipple, it became even more painfully erect,
the noose-like rope biting into her nipple.

Better to keep them lassoed as long as she
could. When he removed those strings, she could only imagine the
howl of pain he would hear his “little tiger” emit.

She watched Adam’s head slowly move back and
forth as his teeth tugged on the peak, making it even harder this
time.

“Ahhhh!” Now the pain was delicious. How
could that be?
Oh, dear Lord!
She wanted more.

He released her nipple. “Like that, do you,
kitten?”

She opened her eyes, panted for air, and
looked down to find Adam staring up at her, smiling. “Oh, yes,
Sir.”

“Well, I may just have to find some other way
to punish you for being so insubordinate. Who knew my near-virgin
little kitten would like it so rough?”

Who indeed?

She gasped to fill her lungs before he
assaulted her senses yet again. Adam cupped her right breast and
pinched her nipple. Hard.

“Thank you, Sir. May I have another?”

He chuckled. “Absolutely bratty.”

“Only for you, Sir.”

He covered her again with his body and grew
serious as he lowered his mouth to her bare peak, taking it between
his teeth. His teeth released her only to have his lips latch on.
He sucked, flicking his tongue against the peak as he pulled his
head back, taking her rope-captured nip with him.

“Oh, dear Lord!” She reached out and grabbed
his head, wanting to drag him closer before he pulled too hard,
only to realize her mistake too late. She tore her hands away and
latched back onto the sheets, groaning in frustration.

His penis throbbed against her leg and she
tilted her hips against him until he groaned with equal
frustration. She smiled. Maybe he hadn’t noticed. Maybe he would
take her as she wanted to be taken. Instead, he broke contact with
her mouth. The evil grin on his face didn’t bode well. What was he
going to do next? Obviously not what she wanted him to.

“I think you need to be restrained, my little
minx.”

“I am restrained, Sir.” Her breathy words
sounded sexy to her ears. When had she become such a siren?
When
she’d answered the call of her own siren—Adam
.