Seduction (22 page)

The thought forced her to stop. If she pushed too far would he turn the tables on her?
So don't push things
. Easier said than done. Her thighs clenched on either side of his hips. Pulling off her panties and riding him would be so easy right now. No, he wasn't ready, she wasn't ready.

‘Something wrong?' He pulled away from her breast and smiled. ‘Second thoughts?'

‘No, not at all, just thinking this through.' Claire leaned down and claimed his lips. He groaned beneath her kiss, his lips parting, welcoming her touch. Her breasts brushed against his chest. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting her. Without a word he took control of the kiss as he rolled them on the bed, pinning her down with a low, eager growl.

‘You like this, don't you?'

‘Yes.' She looked up into his eyes.

‘Good, because I don't play meek and mild.' He leaned down and reclaimed her lips fully. His tongue conquered her mouth.
She struggled for dominance for a moment, only to surrender. His lips bruised hers. Her breath hitched in the back of her throat, her body tight, heated beneath his. Her nipples ached for his touch, his mouth, his fingers, anything that would tease her, torment her a little more.

She groaned, arching into his kiss. This was where she belonged. In his arms and in his bed.

‘Sweet, so damn sweet,' he murmured against her lips. ‘Take this off, take it all off.'

‘Do it for me. I want to feel your hands. Your touch on my skin. Not just here, everywhere.'

Her hips rolled against him. The feeling of his thick erection teased her. Tormented her. She needed to feel it between her thighs. In her body. Within her fully.

‘You only had to ask.' He reached up, opening her bra from the back and sliding it down from her breasts. ‘Beautiful.'

You're not so bad yourself
. No, she couldn't say that to him, too damn over the top. ‘And you're just going to stare at them?'

‘No, not just that.' He edged down between her thighs and grabbed the sides of her panties. ‘Maybe I should just rip them off.'

‘Not unless you want to replace them.'

‘Or send you off without wearing any. Do you like that idea? The thought of being sent out there, nude beneath your skirt, the cold air caressing your sweet pussy. No one else knowing that you weren't wearing anything, no one but me that is.'

‘You wouldn't.'

‘Wouldn't I?'

Silly statement. Of course he would. He'd tear them off, use her and send her on her way. A part of her liked that. Wanted that. She pressed her lips together in a tight, thin line. Her hips trembled, a soft jolt working through them.

‘Well?'

‘Take them off.'

‘Take, or rip?'

‘Either, whichever works best for you.' A low shiver claimed her being as Claire looked up at him. ‘Or are you just going to push them to one side?'

The lace snapped in his hands. She hissed. A moment of pain and shock hit her hips with the snap of the lace.

‘Nothing left to stand in my way, is there?'

‘One thing.'

‘Oh?'

‘Condom.'

‘Covered.' He lifted up the small foil-covered package. ‘I'm not leaving anything to chance.'

Claire smiled. ‘Good.'

Mike eased down a little more between her thighs, pressing on them, parting them further. ‘God, you smell so sweet.'

Her inner walls clenched. Heat claimed them, coated them, her clit throbbing beneath each touch of his breath. Would he touch? Lick? Kiss? Or just tease? It didn't matter, she'd enjoy whatever he did to her.

Mike leaned in closer, parting her lower lips with a touch of his fingers. Teasing them apart. Her thighs clenched, her body aching for his caress, for the soft brush of his lips, his tongue, his fingers, something, anything that would help ease the heat that tried to claim her being.

His lips closed about her clit, his tongue flickering over the small, ripe bud, and she grasped the edge of the bed, her hips half-lifting from the bedding. She groaned. The walls of her sex clenched. His tongue circled her clit. Her hips rolled, pleasure surging into life, her belly tight as she pressed her heels against the bed. God, that felt so good.

How long had it been since a man had touched her like this? Too long. Far too long. Her eyes closed, a soft shudder playing through her body as she writhed beneath him. He growled against her clit, the sound sending small vibrations through her tight nub.

‘Yes!' She arched her back, her hips bucking from the bedding. ‘God, yes!'

He eased away from her clit and smiled. ‘You're hot, slick and ready.'

‘It's been a while,' she gasped, reaching for him, trying to bring him back against her clit. ‘Finish what you started.'

‘I plan on it.' He moved back to her clit, sucking it into his mouth until she screamed in pleasure. One finger slid between her lower lips, pressing against her inner walls. She groaned. His finger tapped, then searched, finding that secret spot deep within. ‘Right there.'

Each touch against the small spot within her core sent a jolt of sheer pleasure through her being. Liquid heat claimed her sex. She whimpered, her body no longer her own. Thought lost all meaning. She groaned, writhing beneath his touch, her core rippling on his finger, her hands clenched in his hair as she struggled to keep a grip on her sanity.

It didn't work.

Without warning it hit.

She arched up, her back tight, hips lifted from the bed. She sobbed as pleasure, pain, fear and hunger ripped through her body. Waves hit her, one on top of the other, as his finger caressed her inner walls. She couldn't stop it. She had no control over it – he set the pace, not her. Her body was no longer hers, but a plaything under his command.

No, I'm not like that. I'm not submissive
. She tried to move, to regain control, but the grip on her hips prevented her from moving and that only added to the pressure in her body, the delight that played through her core.

‘I can't do this.' She pressed her hands against his shoulders and pushed away from him. ‘God. I don't know what's going on. I need this and I can't do it.'

‘What?' He looked up at her and rested on one arm.

‘I'm not – not submissive.'

‘Aren't you? Funny, it looks like you are from here.' He shook his head and moved back up along the length of her body, grasping her wrists and pinning them to the bed.

‘What?' Claire cried out, struggling beneath his grip.

‘Your lips say one thing but your body says another, so let's put that to the test.'

‘You're insane.'

‘No, I'm determined.' He eased himself between her thighs, the head of his cock nudging against her lower lips. ‘Your body likes this. The heat coming from this sweet pussy of yours tells me how much you enjoy being held down. You're not screaming for help. You know they'd be able to hear you, and you're not threatening to call the cops . . .'

‘I – I don't know.'

‘Too scared to test the limits?'

‘No.'

‘Then let it happen. I'm not going to hurt you, unless you like that sort of thing. And maybe you do. I can see the doubt, the hunger and the confusion in your eyes.'

Confusion didn't even begin to describe it. Was this why she'd been so drawn to him?
No, I'm not submissive! It's just not possible. I'm in control of my life!

‘Any words of protest? No, I didn't think so.'

I can't let this happen!
‘Mike,' she murmured, unsure what she wanted him to do.

He moved her wrists to one hand, holding them against the bedding as he reached for something. She barely knew what was going on until he fastened a set of simple leather cuffs around her wrists. ‘Better, much better.'

‘How did they get there?'

‘I've always kept cuffs on the bed.' He grinned. ‘Just in case.'

‘You – you've done this before?'

‘Not with customers from the bar, but you could say I've had more than one woman bound and helpless on my bed.' He
leaned down and claimed her lips, parting them beneath the play of his tongue. She struggled to control the kiss. It didn't work. No matter how she tried to take control of the kiss he conquered her, turning her sensual attack aside and reclaiming her.

Her breath hitched in the back of her throat.
Fight it
. Why?
Because I'm not submissive
. If that was true why was his kiss having such an effect on her? The cuffs? The feel of his body pressed against hers.
Just – it's nothing more than a new experience, that's all
.

He pulled away from the kiss, reached down to the left of the bed and brought up a scarf. ‘Now, your sight.'

‘What?'

‘Trust me.'

Trust a stranger she'd picked up from the bar?
Like I have any choice right now?
No, she didn't. She was bound. About to be blindfolded. Helpless on his bed and –
and I love it
. Mike tied the scarf over her eyes, stealing her sight. She tensed, hissing through her teeth.

‘Relax,' he murmured.

‘I am relaxed.'

‘Sure, that's why you hissed at me.'

‘I just – sorry.' What did he expect? She hadn't done this before. Hell, she'd never even thought about doing this.

‘Shhh.' He brushed a light kiss against her lips.

They tingled. His kiss, even after being bound, her sight stolen, still affected her. She whimpered into it, parting her lips fully. God, she wanted more. Needed more from him.

He shifted away now that she was bound and helpless, tracing his fingertips down over her breasts, circling her nipples before he left her alone on the bed.

‘What are you doing?'

‘You'll find out.' His voice was some distance from the bed, his steps barely audible.

Claire frowned and listened, wondering what he was up to. Something opened, a door, not in the room. Out in the kitchen? What the hell did he need from out there? Claire sucked on her bottom lip, chewing it slowly. How long was he going to be? God, she didn't like waiting like this. It didn't make sense. She had other things to do with her time.

Like what?

Find another man to sport with? One that wouldn't tie her to the bed?

And just what's wrong with being tied to the bed?
Other than the fact that it went against everything she thought she was, nothing at all.

‘You look uncomfortable there. Something wrong?' His voice was little more than a low purr.

‘No, just – I'm – I was wondering where you'd gone.'

‘Oh, I think you know where.'

She frowned and then tensed as she felt something cold and wet drip onto her breasts. Claire shivered, her nipples tight and hard. She hissed between her teeth. Hunger flared through her being as she tried to fight what he was doing to her. Ice. Cold, melting ice that dripped onto her breasts and left her shivering and waiting for the next touch.

‘Yes, you like that, don't you?'

‘No. Yes. God, I don't know,' she whimpered, her thighs tight, a deep roll claiming her hips as she tried to hold onto her reactions instead of letting him control her. Another drop hit and clung to her left nipple. ‘Please don't.'

‘Please don't what? Stop? Start? Tell me what you want, Claire. Or don't you even know right now?' He traced the edge of the ice cube over her breast, outlining it. Then he leaned down and closed his lips on a ripe nipple. She gasped and arched her back. Cold. Warmth. The two combined to tease her senses. Her belly rippled and tightened, only to ripple again.

‘Yes, you like that, don't you? I can see it, smell it in the air, the way you need it, want it, crave it, and so much more.' His voice was little more than a low whisper as he traced the melting ice cube further down her body. ‘You want to deny it. But I saw it in you even when you walked into the bar the first time. You're submissive. All you needed was a man to show you the way. Or perhaps a woman.'

‘I'm not bisexual.'

‘You said you weren't submissive either.' He chuckled and dipped the ice cube between her thighs, tracing it over her clit.

She arched up, crying out in pain and pleasure combined. ‘God!'

‘No, I'm not one of those, not yet at least.' His deep laugh filled the air. ‘But I might be in time, at least in some small way. I'll make you cry out in delight before the end of this. You'll call out for me. You'll need me. Then you'll come. You'll come so hard and long that you'll lose track of who and what you are.

‘No, what I have to do is show you how to deal with this. You're mine for the evening. For as long as you're bound to my bed. And I'm going to enjoy it. You will too, just as long as you let your walls down. It's time to see the real you.'

The real her? What the hell was he talking about?

Thought fled as he pushed the ice cube fully between her thighs. The cold ice melted over her body, over her clit, the pain of it merging with the pleasure of his touch as he slipped one finger between her lower lips. ‘God, what are you doing to me?'

‘I think you know.'

Yes!
How could she not know with the way her body was reacting? She groaned as each new touch brought a wave of pleasure through her body. She sobbed, her hands clenching into hard fists. Her back arched tight. ‘I – I can't go through this, I won't be able to go through this.'

‘Yes, you will. You've got no choice but to go through it. Remember that.' He nibbled his way along one breast, then
down over her belly towards her mound, not quite touching it with his lips. ‘You're mine.'

‘No, I'm – it's just one night.'

‘And that's all I need.'

She swallowed hard and tried to force her thoughts into some semblance of order. His fingers danced between her thighs. Touching her clit. Teasing her. She sobbed, her hips pressing forwards. Lifting. Needing him. Needing something more than just his fingers and the cool remains of the sliver of ice.