Riley (5 page)

She automatically tensed as she felt the cold metal against her most intimate place and she tried to close her legs, but her restraints wouldn’t allow it.

“Riley.” Her voice was panicked, and then she felt the sting of the clamp as it pinched her clit. It was sheer pain. It was pure pleasure. Her body was a mass of contradiction and confusion.

“There, sweetheart. You can take it.” He skimmed his fingers across her stomach and pulled on the chain between her breasts, tugging at her nipples. “It’s a damned good thing I’ve already come twice today, because you would have already felt my seed hit your stomach. The sight of you is enough to bring a man to his knees.”

“Riley, please fuck me. I can’t take this any longer.”

She could hear the smile in his voice. “Just for a little while. Until you come again.”

He crawled onto the bed between her thighs and adjusted her restraints so her bottom was lifted off the bed and her ankles were over his shoulders. He reached over her, and she felt the tip of his cock along her slit. They both bit back a moan as he grabbed two of the bed pillows and put them beneath her ass so she was more comfortable.

“There we go. You look like a gift ready to be opened. But I’m one of those people who takes his time unwrapping a gift. I like to prolong the pleasure.”

His cock was thick and her folds were already swollen with her last orgasm. She remembered how huge he felt the first time he’d taken her. He felt twice that size now, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. Once the bulbous head was pushed in he gave her a second to adjust before sliding the rest of the way home.

Her breath caught and her lungs seized. His fingers were hot against her hips, branding her skin as he thrust in and out of her in long slow strokes. She found the bars of the headboard and closed her fingers around them, searching for an anchor of some kind. All she could do was feel. Sensations rioted through her body. She was molten from the inside out, and she was on the verge of something indescribable.

She cried out in frustration as the feeling eluded her. Her head tossed and her movements became jerky. “Riley,” she screamed. “Please. Do something. I want to come.”

“Not yet, sweetheart. Just feel.”

Tears poured down her cheeks and her cries of frustration mingled with her moans of pleasure. Riley kept up his gentle thrusts from tip to hilt and grabbed on to the chain that attached her nipple clamps. They pulled taut and the bite of pain made her clench her muscles around Riley’s cock.

“Oh, God, sweetheart. Don’t do that. You’re already too tight.”

“Why can’t I come?” Her cries had turned to genuine sobs as she hovered just on the edge of pleasure. “Please, please, I’m begging you.”

“If I let you come do you promise to continue trying the different toys from the chest? No matter how exhausted your body is?”

Maggie thought of the other items she’d discovered in the forbidden chest and moaned. She didn’t know if she was physically capable of taking any more pleasure. But she’d agree to anything if he’d let her come.

“Yesss,” she hissed. “Just do it.”

He chuckled at her forcefulness and did as she asked. His thrusts became harder. The bed shook under the weight of his power, and the head of his cock touched the deepest part of her. But still she couldn’t find fulfillment.

And then she felt a tug at the clamp around her clit and her body began to tingle. He tugged on it again and again until she thought she’d lose her mind from the torture. Then he removed the clamp all together and blood rushed into her engorged part. Heat gathered low in her womb and exploded in deafening waves as her orgasm finally came. She felt the rush of liquid between her thighs and heard Riley’s groan of pleasure, but the pleasure didn’t stop.

Her body was no longer hers. Feelings and emotions overcame her until the blackness swallowed her whole.

***

Riley was in pain. Pain like he’d never experienced before.

He’d never witnessed anything like Maggie losing control like she had, and he wasn’t sure he’d ever see anything like it again. He looked down at his engorged shaft and grimaced. The cock ring had done its job, but he needed to come. Preferably inside Maggie. His shaft was swollen and red, and his sac was tight. And when Maggie had come around him with a flood of her juices, he’d thought he was going to lose it.

He moved off the bed and loosened the ropes that held her, and then he grabbed a soft blanket from the closet and placed it beneath her to cover the wetness of the sheets. She was passed out cold, and Riley couldn’t help the cocky smile that crossed his face. Maggie was good for a man’s ego.

The thought of another man discovering what he had brought a scowl to his face.

No, not another man. Only him
.

The thought didn’t scare him near as much as it should have.

He turned her to her stomach, leaving the pillows propped beneath her, and traced his finger down her spine. Goosebumps chilled her skin and she shivered with an exhausted moan.

“I don’t think so. Feel how hard you’ve made me. Now it’s my turn to come.” He took her hand and led it to his swollen shaft. It jumped in her hand when her tongue flicked across her lip.

“I want to see it,” she said. “I want to taste it.”

“If you take that blindfold off, sweetheart, I’m going to be lost. Looking in your eyes is like seeing my soul.”

“Then let me taste.” She moved her head closer without waiting for permission and he groaned in torment as her mouth found its target.

Riley moved closer so he sat on his knees by the headboard, and he helped Maggie up and over so her body was draped across his lap. He ran his fingers through her hair and massaged her scalp just as she was massaging him with her tongue.

“I can taste both of us,” she said. “Salty and sweet.”

“Christ, Maggie. Are you trying to kill me?”

“Turnabout’s fair play,” she purred. Her hand pumped all the way to the base of his shaft and her fingers toyed with the cock ring. “Mmm, I wish I could see it. You feel even bigger than you did before.”

“Enough, Maggie. I can’t wait any longer.” He repositioned her body so it lay in the center of the bed, and he adjusted her restraints so her hands had no choice but to clasp around the iron bars of the headboard. He added another pillow beneath her stomach and removed the clamps from her nipples.

“Oh, sweetheart. I recognized you as a kindred spirit from the moment you sat down across from me. You can’t hide that kind of nature. And why would you want to?”

“I…I don’t know.”

He massaged her breasts as he took his place behind her. “You’ve got a definite adventurous side, Doctor Lawrence. I can feel the adrenaline surge through your body every time I mention something naughty. Something depraved. You’ll never be able to hide your true self from me.”

He’d left her legs unrestrained, but she was still spread wide open to him. He left the cock ring on because the sight of the puckered star of her anus would have had him shooting off like a rocket. He’d only had anal sex once because most women couldn’t take his size in such a sensitive area. He wouldn’t take Maggie there today, but someday…once she got used to him, he’d show her how wonderful it could be.

Riley took the stimulating oil and poured it over her back entrance, watching as it snaked in clear rivulets across her open pussy lips.

“God, it’s so hot,” she moaned.

He massaged the oil into her skin, not stopping overly long in any one place. He pushed one long finger into her pussy and then pulled it out again, trailing it up until it rested over her anus. He pushed his finger in slowly, letting her adjust to the foreign invasion.

“Someday I’m going to fuck you here,” he whispered against her skin. Her head shook in denial, but he pressed on.

“I’ll spend all day preparing you to take me. Maybe one day in the summer so you can wear a short cotton dress and no panties. I’ll insert different plugs here throughout the day so you’re ass is stretched and ready for me. And when night falls, I’ll see you walking around with that sexy dress on, knowing you’re ready to take me, and I’ll come after you. I won’t care where we are. I’ll just bend you over the nearest piece of furniture and lift your dress up to your waist. I’ll take a minute to stare at the lovely sight of your ass being stretched by a plug the same size as my cock before pulling it out slowly. And while you’re still whimpering from the pleasure, I’ll push deep inside you with one thrust, until my balls slap against that pretty pussy of yours.

“Ohmigod, Riley.”

She pushed back on his finger until he was completely buried inside her. Her muscles clamped around him and he couldn’t imagine what it would feel like around his cock.

“Just like that, baby.”

He pulled his finger out and took the cold length of pearls he’d found in the chest. They were spherical and marble sized, and one by one, he began pushing them inside of her. Her body was moving back and forth on the bed, her muscles quivering, and mewls of pleasure escaped from her lips. He pushed them all in except for the last three, and then he sat back on the bed and admired the view.

His own heart was pounding in his chest and his body was slicked with sweat from restraint. He pulled off the ring around his cock and felt the circulation of blow return to his shaft and the come rising from his balls.

Riley moved behind her and grabbed hold of her hips, not giving her a warning as he thrust inside her with a forcefulness that rattled the headboard against the wall. She screamed into the pillow and immediately tightened around him. He grabbed the pearls and pulled them out swiftly, intensifying the sensation of her orgasm.

Come shot from his cock with a force that slumped him over her still twitching body. He grasped her hands around the iron rungs and kept thrusting, shouting as he filled her with his seed.

Chapter Five

Riley and Maggie spent the next two days in a dreamlike, sexual haze. They talked and made love with equal curiosity, wanting to know as much as possible. When they had started to run low on food, Cooper had brought them a casserole and some other groceries from Dane’s house.

As soon as Cooper had come through the door, Maggie’s face had turned beet red and she’d headed for the guest bedroom. Cooper had waggled his eyebrows as he handed over the groceries.

“I guess you guys are making good use of my supplies,” he said. “I’m glad someone gets to use them.”

“I’m always glad to help one of my brothers out,” Riley said. “I’m real giving that way.”

Cooper’s expression turned serious. “The snow has all but stopped and the plows are out. It might be another day or so, but I want you to be on your guard. You know the combination to my safe. Use it if you need to.”

Cooper was referring to his gun safe. He kept a good selection of firearms and extra ammunition just in case. This was one of those “just in case” times.

“Be safe brother, and take care of your woman. I like her.”

Riley’s mouth was still open in surprise. Cooper never accepted anyone into the fold that easily. Maybe he just knew it was a lost cause, because Riley had no intention of ever letting her go.

As the day went on, the tension in Riley’s body increased. The snow had stopped completely and the plow had made easy work of the streets. He and Maggie had spent the afternoon cuddling on the couch and watching movies. But the feeling of dread kept getting stronger.

Riley locked the door and made sure one of Cooper’s guns was in the drawer next to the bed. He made love to Maggie with an intensity that shook them both and then held her as she drifted off to sleep.

He must have dozed off at some point, but he came awake with a start in the pitch black of the night. There wasn’t a sound anywhere in the apartment—not the gentle hum of the refrigerator or the whir of the heat. Someone had cut the power. He knew the generator would kick on in another few minutes and he wrestled with his need to protect Maggie and the need to charge into the next room ready to fight.

He put his hand over Maggie’s mouth and kissed her eyelids until she woke against him. “Stay here, sweetheart,” he whispered against her ear. “We’ve got company.” He felt her nod against his hand and then slipped out of bed. His sweatpants were on the ground and he pulled them on before grabbing the gun from the door.

Adrenaline surged through his veins. He’d spent enough time at different excavation sites hunting down thieves and protecting his artifacts that the feel of a weapon in his hand was second nature. He slipped out of the bedroom and down the hall. A rustling sound was coming from the other bedroom, and anger surged through his veins. It was damn lucky that Maggie wasn’t sleeping in the room.

The buzz of the generator hummed through the apartment, and Riley was just at the bedroom door when the electricity came back on. Riley hit the switch on the wall and the room was flooded in light.

“Get your hands up,” he commanded. “Now.”

Jon Scott turned around with his hands above his head. One side of his face was bruised badly, but Riley recognized him immediately. The things in Maggie’s bag were scattered across the bed. Papers, clothes and makeup were a disorganized mess.

“Well, Jon. Fancy seeing you here. We thought you were dead.”