Rough, Raw and Ready (39 page)

He eased his leg back from its hold. The pressure was gone but the heat remained.

She blinked. What was he doing?

Leaning forward so his mouth grazed her ear, he answered the unspoken question.

“All you have to do is say it.”

Her voice wavered as she asked, “Say what?”

“Say ‘yes, Master’ and you will be mine for the night.”

There it was. All her planning had come down to this. Everything was within her grasp and all she had to do was choose it. Her throat tightened, stifling her words as she fought the sudden rise of panic swelling within her, the irrational tears that threatened to come. No! This was what she wanted. Clearing her head, she forced herself to study Derek’s face, remember every moment they shared together. She could do this. She wanted to.

He traced half circles back and forth over the tops of her breasts and then stopped to pull the bustier back up over the tortured nipple. The leather was soft against her sensitive skin, but she longed for the wet of his mouth instead. Her mind spun. She was so aroused, so near to coming, she could barely think.

His hands moved to her upper arms and he turned her around, pulling her shoulder blades into his chest. His cock bulged through his pants, pressing against the small of her back, his solid thighs against her ass. They stood angled against the wall in a hallway overflowing with anonymous guests, but for Katrina there was no one there but them.

The world ceased to spin in anticipation of her answer. It should have been easy, she’d been planning this night, waiting for her chance for months, but now she was overwhelmed by trepidation.

Did she really dare to uncover what dark desires lay behind those blue eyes that had never looked at her quite this way before?

His left hand circled around her hip and slid under the hiked skirt to her soaked G-string. Grazing her bare neck and shoulder with his teeth, he growled, “You’re so wet now. But this is nothing compared to what I could do to you.” He hooked a finger under

the swatch of sodden fabric and pulled it to the side, exposing her clean-shaven pussy to the warm air swirling around them. “These panties are in my way.”

“Take them off,” she begged, gasping at the sting of the strap as it snapped off her hips almost before the last word escaped her lips.

He fingered the torn garment, bringing it up so that Katrina could see the darkened fabric, smell her own musky scent. He tucked the wet panties into the cleavage of the bustier, leaving just the crotch peaking out. Stroking down her arms from shoulders to wrists, he took her hands and pressed them against the wall. “Stay,” came the low command from behind her.

“I would tie you up, punish you,” he growled at her ear. The bullwhip was in his grip now, the handle in one hand, the slack looped in the other. Her heart skittered at the sight of it as he lowered the handle to hip level and rested it against her mound. It was thick and long and looked almost like ivory, shining, poised above her pussy in a taunt.

“I would make you obey,” he whispered, taking the soft wound leather of the whip and stroking between her lips, circling her swollen clit. Her juices seeped from her tightening core, coating her thighs with a trickle of wet.

“Take you as I desired, filling every hole any way I pleased.”

Breath entered her lungs in staggered pulls as she listened to his promises and threats.

He teased the handle between her slick folds, sending shuddering waves of pleasure through her faster than the streaks of terror could follow. “Say it.”

It’s her way, or the highway—until one sexy cowboy crosses the line.

Bound by the Past

© 2008 Mackenzie McKade

Years of neglect and disappointments have molded Jessica Evans into a strong, independent woman, determined to live life by her rules. The only place she’s willing to relinquish control is in the bedroom. Even then, it’s only on her terms.

A safety net of multiple partners keeps anyone from getting too close. That is, until one sexy cowboy throws a snag in that net, big time. Not only does Wade Peterson make her body burn, he’s crossed the line. The damn man wants to marry her.

For Wade, sharing her with another man is almost more than he can bear. But if he pushes too hard, he could lose her for good—something he refuses to allow to happen.

Jessie’s rejection isn’t the end of it, not by a long shot. He’s back, and he’s hell-bent on seducing her right back into his wicked arms.

Then her past comes back to drop a bomb in her lap, and Wade sees a part of her he didn’t know existed—and another obstacle that could drive her to push away her only chance for love.

Enjoy the following excerpt for
Bound by the Past: As the door creaked open and the click of boots sounded upon the wooden floor, Jessie’s senses jumped into high alert mode. In the darkness that surrounded her, she strained to use her sense of hearing and smell to detect the subtle differences in the room.

She inhaled deeply, catching the scent of sandalwood, the same cologne that Wade wore, mixing with a hint of citrus aftershave that Clancy had used this evening.

That’s all she needed, one more thing to remind her of Wade, the man she really wanted to touch and caress her body. A shiver of disappointment raked through her.

To the left Clancy shuffled his bare feet. Earlier, when he’d secured her wrists, he had been wearing a pair of black satin pajama bottoms. He had kissed her softly before slipping the mask over her eyes, but she had caught a glimpse of his mischievous grin. If she didn’t know better, Jessie would say he was up to something. She knew he was

worried about her. This entire session was his way of pulling her out of the depression she had fallen into. With a little luck his cousin would be just what the doctor ordered.

The moan of the heater kicking on and the brush of warm air caught her attention for a second, reminding her of the chill that filled the room. Of course, it was probably the way she was dressed or perhaps it was the fact she was bound and blindfolded in the middle of Clancy’s bedroom awaiting a stranger’s touch. Like always, it had been her choice. She set the rules, defined the boundaries, before handing over control to her partners.

Jessie wielded her sensuality like a weapon, enjoying the dominance she held.

Although she was the one tied up, she called the shots. Yet recently she had discovered that control was a figment of her imagination. She had Wade to thank for that revelation.

With just a touch, he could melt her body into a pool of sensations. He carried her to places she hadn’t dared traverse—made her want more.

Dammit. Forget about him.

Who was she kidding? All this was a mind game—an illusion. The blindfold might hide the truth that she was hesitant about this new arrangement, but it wouldn’t turn Trevor into Wade.

Feeling a little weak-kneed, she wedged her legs apart to steady herself. The corset she had purchased with Wade in mind hugged her ribcage like a second skin. The red lacing meant to show off her curves and small waist. She had arranged her hair atop her head, allowing ringlets to curl down her neck. She loved the sexy slide of fur against her skin. She just wished Wade could have seen the outfit.

When Clancy and Trevor’s steps grew nearer, anxiety slithered up her spine. She resisted the urge to wet her lips, her mouth suddenly dry. Instead, she gripped the silk rope and held on, trying to relax, but it was a worthless attempt. When all movement in the bedroom paused the breath in her lungs froze.

What was wrong with her? A night of unbridled passion should have excited her. It offered her a release from the tension she’d felt this past week. Yet she couldn’t quite put her finger on it—something wasn’t right.

Fact was she didn’t have the energy to pretend to enjoy Trevor’s caress when there was only one cowboy she wanted.

A wave of anger engulfed her. Damn Wade Peterson for confusing her—making her want him. She tried to push him from her mind. When that didn’t work, she focused on the silence which only served to irritate her more.

Forget him.

With a lack of patience, she opened her mouth ready to say, “Let’s get this show on the road,” when a finger pressed against her lips.

“Not a word or you’ll be punished,” Clancy murmured in her ear as his palm smoothed down her arm. It was out of character for him to play-threaten her. He was always so gentle with her. That’s why when he slapped her ass hard she let out a squeal of surprise. “Tsk, tsk. What a shame,” he teased. “Do you want to do the honors?”

Trevor didn’t speak, but she heard him move away and soon she heard the crack of a whip. Apprehension skittered over her skin. Not everyone could handle a whip. There was an art to making it sing through the air and sting, but not cut. A wild flick too close to the kidneys—

A shudder quaked through her. “Clancy, I—”

“Hush, babe. You trust me?”

She didn’t hesitate. “Yes. But—”

“He knows what he’s doing. Relax.”

Easy for him to say. She didn’t know much about Trevor. He seemed a little young, a little cocky—

Crack!
When the first butterfly kiss touched the cheek of her ass, all thoughts of his inexperience dissolved. Not many people could wield the whip with such control. Of course, it could have been a lucky hit. The following feather-light caress to her other cheek made her release a sigh of relief. He knew what he was doing. In fact, she knew only one other person as skilled.

But it wasn’t until the tip of the whip teased the sweet-spot where her thigh and butt met that she let herself enjoy the sting. She loved when Wade stroked that area with his whip. He called it her love spot because it did wicked things to her body, like sending

chills of delight through her, making her nipples tighten and rays of sensation fill her breasts. She couldn’t help the moan that spilled from her mouth as he nipped the area once more.

“Do you like that, baby?” Clancy asked as she felt a tug on the lacings of her corset.

Cool air drew her nipples into taut nubs.

“Yes,” she breathed. It was silly, but she prayed Trevor wouldn’t speak, wouldn’t break the spell falling over her. With her eyes blindfolded, the experienced way he handled the whip, she could almost believe it was Wade. The thought should have upset her, but instead she found herself wanting more—wanting Wade.

Moisture dampened her thighs. A pinch developed low in her belly.

Little by little the lashes grew in strength. Each sting lingering longer before the next one fell. When one particularly strong one wrapped around her thigh, she arched, her breasts spilling out into Clancy’s waiting palms as the corset slipped to the floor. She leaned into his caress.

“You’re gorgeous.” Clancy kneaded her breasts, his fingers plucking at her nipples.

“Come take a look.”

Jessie heard the whip fall, striking the floor with a thud as the pad of booted feet approached. Her anxiety soared, but she had to admit there was something wicked about being blindfolded, held in Clancy’s hands, while another man stared at her exposed breasts. A quiver raced through her when a warm, wet tongue slid across her sensitive nipple. Cool air danced around the moist flesh as that same tongue flicked several times across it, teasingly. The rim of a cowboy hat pressed into her chest—this was Trevor. He had the same close-cut beard and mustache that Wade had, while Clancy was clean shaven. Jessie pulled in a sharp breath when he dipped his head and began to suck, pulling gently at first and then firmly.

When Clancy circled his tongue around a nipple and then began to suck, Jessie yanked against her bindings. She needed to touch them, to hold them close and feel her fingers slide through their hair.

Trevor nipped her sensitive nub, causing her to cry out at the pleasure-pain. Wade teased her in such a way while Clancy did just the opposite, his touch gentle and

cherishing—but not tonight. Her pussy clenched, excitement taking hold of her as he scraped his teeth, tugging on her nipple.

Jessie loved her breasts to be fondled. The stimulation sent shards of heat to explode between her thighs. She tightened her inner muscles. Arched into their caresses and begged they would never release her, but all too soon they did just that, leaving her unfilled.

The silence that followed raised her anxiety and anticipation.

When cold sharp steel touched her skin, Jessie startled. The prickles of a spur began a path from the swell of her breast trailing to the tip of her nipple, goose bumps rising in the wake of the spur.

Clancy had coached Trevor well.

This was exactly how Wade would have pleasured her. Clancy knew she loved the jingle and feel of Wade’s Mexican spurs against her flesh. The way the long metal spikes bit into her skin made every nerve ending come alive.

Within seconds, both spurs were moving across her flesh, tossing her into a maelstrom of emotions. Alternating light and then harder, they kept her guessing where on her body the spurs would appear next. Every touch of the cold steel built her arousal.

Pleasure tipped with pain cascaded through her bound body as her mind followed the prickly sensation down her midriff to her mound. She held her breath waiting for the spikes to trail over the pulsing flesh between her thighs when firm lips brushed hers and then kissed her earnestly.

She purred and leaned in for a taste. This had to be Trevor, Clancy never demanded, never took without asking. Only Wade demanded taking what he wanted. Trevor forced his tongue between her lips to devour her mouth. God… He and Wade shared the same taste, down to the hint of whiskey on his breath. If she didn’t know better she would swear it was Wade, but it couldn’t be. It was just her imagination—her need to lose herself in his arms.

When he threaded his fingers through her hair, grasped the nape of her neck, tipping her head back to take control and forcing her to take him deeper, Jessie knew who held her in his arms.

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