Steal: A Bad Boy Romance (10 page)

Her
bra was in the way of my goal of bringing her ever closer to her peak, and it
would be next to impossible to remove it properly with her tied to the table
the way she was. Instead, I grabbed it in my fist and gave it a sudden, sharp
yank with all my strength.

Stitches
popped and fabric tore as the bra ripped asunder, breaking into multiple pieces
and revealing her breasts in a dramatic fashion.

“Oh!”
Kat moaned, pulling tight against the rope. “Fuck, James…”

I
returned to teasing her body, this time able to bring her breasts and nipples
into play. Like a master pianist, I built the tension and the volume, playing
Kat’s body like an instrument and bringing it to a crescendo.

Fucking
Kat wasn’t my only goal, however. There were still other matters to attend to.

Two
more things came out of the duffel bag. The first was a set of earphones hooked
up to a music player. I set them around Kat’s ears.

“
Wha
… what’s going on?” she asked. I flicked the music on so
she couldn't hear anything other than the sensual sounds of slow R&B.
“Oh.”

The
next and final item would make sure that she barely missed my absence. It was a
small bullet of satiny silicone that came with a remote. Since Kat’s panties
were still on, I pulled them open long enough to place the bullet inside,
nestled next to her clit.

When
I pressed a button on the remote, a low buzzing sound sprang to life in Kat’s
panties, and she gasped and sat up as much as her bonds allowed.

“Holy
fuck!” Kat tried to speak more, but the words came out in an unintelligible
garble. She lay back onto the table, squirming as the vibe in her panties
stole all her attention.

She
looked so sexy on the table, blindfolded and tied down, pleasure thrumming
through her body.

Stay right there.

I
picked up a small pouch from the duffel bag and left the room.

CHAPTER 13

~ K
AT
~

Oh… Holy… Fuck…

The
vibrator worked in different patterns, alternating a series of low and quick
vibrations with a long, hard buzz. It felt incredible, but that was only part
of what turned me on more than I’d ever been in my life.

A
slow jam from The
Weeknd
played in my ears and I
couldn’t see. That didn’t even mention the ropes that held my arms and legs
captive. And the biggest turn on that made me unspeakably horny—James
standing there, watching me hover on the edge of madness.

I
was on display, and never could have imagined how sexy that was. I arched my
back a little more, moaned a little louder, bit my lip a little harder for the
benefit of my audience of one, trying to force him to take things further, lose
control the way I’d given up mine.

James’
fingers hadn’t touched me since the vibrator started its work, so when they
returned to stroke my skin, it pushed me higher. My skin was flush with
electricity, and sparks flew every time he touched me. I’d never felt such
pleasure from a simple touch, but after such a long period of teasing and
denial, every shift of the air felt like a warm caress.

“Yes,
like that,” I said, coaxing James along even though I couldn’t hear anything
except the music that built me up along with it.

A
mouth joined the hands, licking my inner thigh, making my leg kick
involuntarily in response. I’d lost control of my body and its reactions,
unable to predict how a simple kiss could blow my mind.

When
his mouth locked onto a nipple just as the vibrator
spiraled
into a new, high-intensity burst of speed, I shivered and trembled on the brink
of climax. It was huge, I could feel it there, waiting—it would be the
hardest I’ve ever come in my life. I’d never been teased like this, and it was
paying off for James—and me.

“Almost
there,” I whispered. Or did I think it? It didn’t matter, all that mattered was
holding on for just one… more…

The
vibrator stopped.

I
groaned. It had been so close.

After
just long enough for my body to cool down from the bright, hot edge of
insanity, the vibrator started again on a low setting, gentle pulses that
didn’t come close to matching the intensity of before.

It
wasn’t fair. I growled.

Just
then, something warm and heavy filled my hand. It was hard but covered with
silky smooth skin.

Oh, my God!

I
closed my hand around it and stroked to check if it was what I thought it
was—it couldn’t be anything else.

Even
having felt it through his pants and having seen the bulge, it felt so much
larger than I had imagined.

Fuck, that’s sexy.

James
had finally let me touch him, and I wouldn’t let go. The soft skin moved easily
over the hard core of his cock—something about the feeling so primal and
satisfying. There was only one problem, and that was how it wasn’t yet inside
of me.

“Why
won’t you fuck me?” I still didn’t know if it was a good idea, but I was so far
past the point of being able to make a rational decision about it that I didn’t
care.

If
James replied, I couldn’t hear it through the music. I thought about hitting
him instead of holding him, but that would have the opposite effect of what I
wanted.

You’ll be begging for it by the
time I fuck you.

James’
words from the other night. They’d stuck in my mind, and for good reason. He
kept his promises.

I
knew what I had to do.

“Please
fuck me, James. I need to feel you inside of me. Please, give me your cock.
Slide into me and let me have you.”

I
hadn’t talked dirty in a long time, but I just had to open my mouth and the
words came out. There was something about asking for him to fuck me that made
me feel like such a bad girl—although having sex in my office at work
added a whole layer on top of that, not to mention being tied to the table.

The
vibrator turned off and the smooth silicone disappeared from my panties. I
lifted my hips, eager to help James slide them off.

He
didn’t bother. The tiny slip of fabric went the same way as the bra earlier,
although the panties were so much flimsier that they offered barely any
resistance. I hardly even felt them as they snapped off.

My
pussy convulsed at the action. He was so strong, so dominant. In that moment,
it felt like he could take whatever he wanted.

What
he wanted was me.

“Fuck
me,” I said, egging him on. I couldn’t see him, but I knew he was right there.
“Do it, James. I need to feel you. Please, fill me.”

My
pussy was on fire, super sensitive from the teasing and the vibrator. When
James rubbed his cock along my lips, it was almost enough to make me scream out
loud. My hips raised involuntarily, and I pushed myself toward him.

“Please,
I need it. Fuck me now, James.”

I
could feel the stretch in my lips as he pushed into my entrance, spreading me
open. He eased his way in, creeping inside. It was slow, but it felt incredibly
intense and breath was scarce as I struggled to allow my internal muscles to
relax. James was big, and I felt every inch of him as he sank all the way
inside of me.

“Oh,
fuck.” I spread my legs as far as the ropes would allow to let him settle in
between my hips.

When
his thighs finally pressed against my own, I could barely believe how intense
the sensation was. The tremendous climax from earlier built again, this time
even higher and more intense.

James
slid back out, his shaft feeling almost as good leaving as it did entering,
pushing me to the edge of orgasm. As he reversed direction to sink in once
more, the familiar buzz of the vibrator started once more on my clit, the final
piece that brought me over the edge and crystallized all the sensations
flooding my body into a massive, interconnected series of shocks.

“I’m
coming!” I announced it, but the words so drastically undersold the extent of
the drama unfolding within my body. Seas parted, mountains moved, lightning
struck, and
volcanos
erupted all within my skin and
behind the blindfold.

If
I could have wrapped my limbs around James and held him tight, I would have.
Instead I settled for straining at the ropes as hard as I could, muscles
clenching as relentless waves of pleasure washed over me, a tsunami sweeping
away all resistance to the inevitable.

I
rode it out as best I could, and all the while James continued to move inside
of me, his hard thickness forcing my muscles apart and stretching me, adding to
the explosive pleasure.

Finally,
I settled into a state of post-orgasmic bliss the likes of which I’d never
felt. Like a rag that had been wrung dry, I collapsed back onto the table.
James had removed the vibe just before the point it would have been too
painfully sensitive to feel good, but his cock continued to stroke inside of
me, and without even a break to catch my breath, his thrusts sparked a series
of smaller but still intense climaxes.

As
a result of the blindfold around my eyes and the earphones in my ears, the
world had shrunk to what I could smell, what I could taste, and what I could
feel. James climbed over top of me and kissed me as he slowed his hips to a
leisurely pace. His nearness was overwhelming, making it clear that he was the
man who had reduced me to such a base version of myself—a woman in need
of a man.

James
caressed my body, his hands never quitting in their quest to make me feel like
a queen being attended to. His mouth latched onto my neck, and his thrusts
became more urgent, more passionate. This differed from the deep and steady
pace that had sent me over the edge. This was more human, intimate. The forging
of an acute connection between us.

We
worked together, as I shifted my hips up into his, bringing us closer as we
each rode that sweet friction to our end. The pace picked up and became
frenetic. Even though I couldn’t hear it past the music, I knew the office must
have echoed with the primal sound of skin slapping on skin as we neared the
peak and I crested it once more.

James
drove me through my orgasm and then pulled out. Hot splashes of liquid landed
on the skin of my taut stomach and full breasts, and one blast even caught me
in the chin as the lust pent up within James over the past hour of teasing
spent itself on my body.

The
earphone lifted from my right ear. “I’ll run to the bathroom and get some paper
towels.”

I
just nodded, unable to do anything more. I was exhausted. The teasing felt like
it had gone on for hours, and the sex itself had lasted so much longer than any
of my previous encounters that it wasn’t even a comparison.

Allowed
to lay back and escape stimulation, with slow, sensual music on and a blindfold
blocking the harsh fluorescent lights, I nodded off into a dreamless
state—floating in an endless sea of relaxation. Muscles that had been
tensed for so long were now limp, and happy chemicals flooded my brain in the
aftermath of a few life-changing orgasms.

All
too soon, James was back and wiped me down, removing the evidence of his
climax. The ropes around my ankles and wrists loosened one after the other.

“Wow."
I stretched my arms as far as they could and curled up, reaching to remove the
blindfold. “That was so much more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced.”

James
wore a satisfied smirk along with a pair of jeans. I couldn’t begrudge him the
expression—he’d dominated me and owned my body. It had done things for
him that I hadn’t even known it could do.

“I’m
glad to hear you had a good time. You are a sexy woman, Kat, and I appreciate
that you trusted me enough to let me do that with you.”

My
stomach grumbled, and I looked down, shocked. It did it again, more insistent.

“I
swear I’m just hungry, it’s not asking for more sex!”

James
laughed. “We did forget the burritos, didn’t we?”

“Kind
of.” I smiled. “We could eat them now, if you were okay with sticking around?”

I
checked the time. Eleven o’clock. It was so much later than I wanted it to be.

And I still have so much work to
do on those numbers to present to Nick tomorrow.

James
looked at his watch. “I actually should get going, I have some work I need to
attend to. I’m glad you let me come by and see you, though.”

“I
had little choice in the matter, did I?”

He
took me in his arms and kissed me again. It wasn’t the inferno that had
characterized every kiss to this point—more of a banked flame, still warm
and ready to build again when needed.

“You
chose to trust me.”