Sexual Healing for Three (36 page)

Donna’s legs became weak, her stomach quivering with anticipation and her pussy throbbing with want.

The man had been in her apartment a couple of minutes, and he already had her wet!

“How…” She cleared her throat, swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She licked her lips, tried again. “How do you want me?”

“Bound to the bed. Blindfolded. Helpless.”

His low murmur was a seductive touch against her ear, each word that left his mouth like a nail in her coffin as she gushed into the crotch of her thong.

“Will you let me?”

“Yesss.” She shuddered at the idea of what she was agreeing to, rubbed herself against his upper thigh like a cat in heat, desperate for the release he promised.

How had she done without him so long?

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The frequent sightings of Chance at the hospital were a nice diversion and tease, as well as a constant reminder of what she was denying herself staying away from him personally. He was like a snack, feeding her superficially with their shop talk, all the while stepping around the minefield that was their relationship, starving emotionally, spiritually, physically, and missing that one link that completed them both.

Russ scooped her up into his arms and carried her down the hall to her bedroom, tossing her into the middle of the queen-sized bed like she weighed nothing. “Do you have rope?”

“Th-the laundry room. Back down the hall, to the left of the kitchen.”

Russ shot out of the room, and Donna lay back on her bed, beads of perspiration dotting her forehead, her core ablaze with liquid heat and her heart thundering in her ears so hard she thought she would have a heart attack. She knew she wasn’t too young for one, and with the constant stress she put herself under with her job, it wasn’t totally beyond the realm of possibility despite how she took care of herself in other areas of her life.

But Russ’s stress, this was good stress, the kind of stress she liked.

Donna had just sat up and reached for the hem of her T-shirt when Russ came back into the bedroom with several sections of rope dangling from his hands.

“Don’t.” He stalked across the room, planting himself between her legs and pushing them apart with his knees. “I’ll replace your clothesline.”

Like she cared about that right now? “Thanks.”

He leaned in to kiss her lips, slowly, fiercely, before he pulled back to cup her face. “I’m going to undress you.”

“Okay.”

“Not yet, though.” He tossed the rope pieces onto the bed then sat down beside her.

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Donna turned to look at him, the heat in his gray gaze nearly scorching her like the uncovered gaze of Cyclops. The famous X-Man’s powers had nothing on Russ’s.

He bent his head to nuzzle her neck.

Donna closed her eyes and arched her throat as he unsnapped and unzipped the front of her cutoffs before easily slipping a hand inside.

She lifted her hips as he cupped her crotch and teased her swollen clit with his thumb.

“Have you seen Chance since the last time we were all together?”

She nodded. “Only professionally, at the hospital.”

“So you’ve been avoiding him too.”

“You thought you were special?”

He nipped her throat, and she gasped at the flash of pain before he licked and sucked the mark. “I am special. You just haven’t realized it yet.”

Oh, she realized it. She just wouldn’t let him know how special he was to her. “Are we going to spend our time together talking or fucking?”

He pulled back to cup her face with both hands. “We’re going to spend our time together doing exactly what I want to do, as you agreed.”

She licked her lips and took supreme pleasure in his ensuing moan.

“You remember your safe word.”

“Y-yes.” She forgot about that, the need to rein him in if things got too rough. They hadn’t yet. He hadn’t don’t anything to her she hadn’t enjoyed or wanted.

To an outsider he had hurt her as much as Bo had, or worse. But there was nothing uncontrolled or violent about Russ’s swipes with the riding crop, nothing that left any marks. Bo’s punches, pinches, and slaps left black eyes and bruises that Donna had had to hide under extra makeup, shades, and long sleeves. Peter’s castigations and desertion left her ego wounded and her self-confidence in tatters.

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No, what Russ did to her was therapeutic and fed her soul.

He traced the lace trim of her thong, teasing the thatch of moist curls before he eased a finger insider her.

Donna gasped and grabbed hold of his biceps.

“Get it out of your system now. You won’t be able to when I tie your hands.”

She dug her nails into his skin when he thrust deeper, turning and wiggling his finger in search of her G-spot.

“You’ll miss it, won’t you? Miss the control?’

“Yes.” As if she had any right now. He had her in the palm of his hand, literally, bringing her to the edge with one finger inside her and his tongue stroking the outer shell of her ear.

“I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Will you?” she breathlessly asked.

“I’m going to make you come—hard and long.”

“I’m listening.”

He added another finger, pressing and flicking her clit with his thumb as she thrust her hips against his hand.

Russ found the soft, secret organ he sought, one finger hooking just beneath it before he lovingly stroke it and set Donna on fire.

“Oh!” She held on to him tight, undulating and pumping her hips, careening towards the edge and toppling into the realms of rapture so fast it made her head spin.

Donna plopped back on the bed, gasping for breath as Russ leaned over her and brushed her hair away from her face with his free hand.

The other he kept inside her, his fingers gently, almost absently, fondling her moist canal. But she knew better. Russ didn’t do absently, every word calculated to do to the maximum amount of damage to her senses, every move choreographed for its erotic effect.

“You let me come.”

“You sound surprised.”

“You like to tease me.”

“Punish. Get it right.”

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“So you’re not punishing me for staying away from you?”

“I thought about it.”

She arched a brow and waited for him to elaborate.

“I think we’ve both been punished enough, don’t you?”

“Mmmm.” She nodded, burying her face in his throat and inhaling deeply. The clean, spicy scent of his cologne and soap filled her lungs, and a more basic scent—musky and male right beneath it—

made her nipples tight and tingly with need.

“Are you ready?”

She pulled back to stare at him. “Ready?”

“To be my prisoner and sex slave?”

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He watched her mink eyes dilate, widen, and his heart lurched at the idea of covering them, depriving her of sight and putting all her other organs and senses on high alert with just one touch from him, just one word.

Her body would be his to play with, his to control, and his to please. For a few hours, her body, if not her heart, would belong to him.

Was that enough for him? Hell no, but he would take it for now.

“Is this how you want me?”

He stood at the foot of the bed, watching as she lay on the bed spread-eagle. “This is exactly how I want you.” He put a knee to the bed, crawling across the mattress before he planted his knee between her legs and heard her intake of breath when he grasped her wrists, then nudged and rubbed her mound.

He caressed her slit, putting pressure on her clitoris and labia, feeling her moisture on his jeans as he took his knee away. “You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

“I think that’s safe to say.”

He smacked her thigh. “Always the wiseass.”

She chuckled, then purred as she rubbed herself against his knee.

Russ pulled his leg back, shaking his head as he brandished the ropes in front of her face. “Time to show you who’s boss.”

“I’m ready.”

“I need a scarf.”

Her eyebrows lifted in a silent question, looking adorably confused and innocent.

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“To blindfold you.”

“I’m not sure I want—”

“You’re going back on your word?” he challenged, knowing that she would rise to the occasion and meet his dare. She wasn’t one to have her character called into question by anyone, especially not him, and he knew she wasn’t a coward.

He watched as she bit her bottom lip, bravado warring with the unfamiliar before bravado finally won out. “Top, left-hand drawer behind you.”

Russ got off the bed and slowly approached the bureau behind him, every action designed to arouse, to tease, and make her want him more, make her want what he had to offer—him, all of him, body, heart, and soul.

“Hmm, nice array.” He sifted through all the various colors and silk and silk blend, finally settling on a black one for maximum dramatic effect.

He walked back across the room, crawled onto the bed, and held the scarf up for her inspection. “I think it goes perfect against your peaches-and-cream complexion.”

“Whatever you say.”

She tried to sound nonchalant, but he knew better, heard the tremor in her voice, felt the shudders riding her body when he covered her eyes with the silk material before firmly tying it at the back of her head.

“Not too tight, is it?”

“No.”

“You can’t see, can you?”

She sighed. “No. Can you?” She scratched her nose with her middle finger.

“Tsk. So disrespectful. You’re just asking to be disciplined, aren’t you?” Russ chuckled and reached for the hem of her T-shirt. “Sit up, and lift your arms.” When she obeyed, Russ slid the shirt up over her head and tossed it before sitting back on his heels to enjoy the view,
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her breasts pert and round, the rosy nipples erect and begging for his attention. “Lay back down.”

She did, and he followed her, bracing himself above her on his palms before he leaned in to lave and suck each breast in turn until she was moaning and writhing beneath him.

“You have the most perfect breasts—soft but firm, ample enough to fill my hands.” He lovingly fondled each one as if to prove his point.

“There’s nothing perfect about me.”

“You’re perfect to
me
,” he whispered and saw the flush reddening her cheeks beneath the blindfold.

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“Complimenting you?”

She shook her head, but said nothing.

He leaned in again, snuggling his face against the base of her throat and taking in the piquant scent of vanilla musk clinging to her skin. “You smell perfect too. Good enough to eat.”

“Then eat me.”

He brought his hand down against her thigh with a loud smack.

“Sassy little slave.”

She arched her back, blindly reaching for his hand. “Please…”

He shook her hand off, rough enough to show her he meant business, but not too rough that he hurt her. He took each wrist and placed it above her head near the headboard, quickly tying one to each post.

Russ went for her shorts, watching as Donna lifted her hips to help him before he slid them and her thong all the way off and pitched them with her T-shirt.

He paused with his mouth right above her pussy, breathing just heavy enough for her to feel the puffs of air against her center and tremble. Unable to resist, he bent his head to taste her, sucking one labial lip into his mouth before caressing her folds, gently spreading them with his thumbs. He stroked her vulva with his tongue, just one 294

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languorous stroke to tide him over before he commenced to tie her ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed.

Russ stood and circled the bed to admire his work, taking deep, controlled breaths before he pulled his T-shirt over his head and tossed it. It wouldn’t do for both of them to lose control, and he could tell Donna was close the way she dug her nails into her palms and pulled against her restraints. “If the bindings are too tight, let me know. Don’t pull on them,” he instructed.

She stopped abruptly. “They’re not. I didn’t realize…”

Like he thought, she was nervous and fidgeting. Would it help her if she knew how nervous he was, how nervous and afraid that she would never seek a relationship with him, afraid that she would never admit she loved him?

He didn’t want to think about that right now. For now he only wanted to think about making her respond to his touch, making her come and scream his name.

“Do you know how breathtaking you are right now?” he asked.

“Trussed up and helpless. Yeah, sure.”

“You have more power than you think.”

“Chance said the same thing to me when he tied me up.”

“My brother’s a smart man.”

“He is.” She paused, taking a deep breath before saying, “He’d be pleased right now if he could see us. He wanted us to kiss and make up. He doesn’t like us to be at odds.”

“Neither do I.”

“Are we still at odds?”

“What do you think?”
Say it, baby. Break down and say you love
me.

But how could he expect it of her, when he hadn’t said it himself?

Chance was the one breaking all the barriers, laying all his cards on the table to say how he felt. Chance was the brave one.

“I think I want you to taste me again. I need you to.”

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“So do I.” Russ untied and took off his work boots and socks, then stripped out of his jeans and boxers, taking his time, taking special care to make sure she heard every swish of clothing or thump of his boots against the floor, making sure she was as on edge as possible.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting naked for you.”

She took a deep breath. “Why is it taking you so long?”

He crawled up the bed, straddling her hips and settling his hard cock against her slightly rounded belly. He took his shaft in hand and guided the moistened head to the apex of her thighs, rubbing it up and down her slit, teasing her opening and mingling his pre-cum with her female lube. “You want this then?”