Stitches in Time (9 page)

His groan gave her a deep feeling of satisfaction. Widening her mouth, she leaned forward to close her soft lips around the entire tip of his cock, permitting him to revel in her tight, wet, warmth. Caressing the head of his cock with her tongue, she tasted her fill of him, her body unable to remain still on the bed as her own need grew.

Damn, but the woman turned him on. Power surged through his body at the sight of her stretched out on the bed, her warm eyes turned up toward him and her sensuous lips wrapped around his cock.
“Yes, woman.
Suck me.”

Maggie grinned around her mouthful of cock. She had always preferred strong men. Not that she had that many lovers in years past, but she was no virgin, despite being chaste for the last several years. Lowering her eyes to appreciate the beauty in front of her, she sucked hard and pulled more of his hard cock into her mouth. The ridges of his throbbing veins rubbed her tongue as she slid it along the underside of his thick shaft.

Liam was tall and broad shouldered, with a cock to match his size. She tried to take it all, but found only about two-thirds of it could fit into her mouth and down her throat in the position she was in. Pulling away, she started to shift position when he stopped her.

“No, not yet.
Take off that shirt, Maggie girl.”

With a brazen smile, Maggie kneeled on the bed facing him. Her fingers undid the buttons, pulling apart the sides of the shirt to reveal her ample breasts, heavy with arousal. Her
nipples,
reddened and hard, tingled as the shirt passed over them. Tossing it toward the pile of clothes already on the floor, Maggie sat back on her heels and cupped her breasts, holding them up for his inspection.

His own hand rubbing along his cock, he watched her play with herself. The tigress he had glimpsed last night was now a playful kitten, grinning at him with an abandon he had only dreamed about. She pinched her nipples and he knew he wanted to pinch them harder, just to hear the wonderful noises she would make. But then her hand started to glide down the smooth surface of her stomach and Liam reached out to stop her.

“That’s for me to explore. Come here.” He knelt on the bed beside her and pushed her backwards, both of them now lay side-by-side across the bed. Her breasts rose and fell with her quickened breathing as he caressed one, squeezing the softness in his hand. Pulling a nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicked over it and felt the little bud swell and become hard.

Taking his time, he teased her nipple, pulling on it with his teeth, then letting it go and smoothing it with his tongue. Glancing up at her face, he saw her eyes were closed; her brow furrowed with pain. But when she arched her back, pushed her breast up to him and used her hands to keep his face where it was, he knew the pain was also pleasure.

Liam shifted his attention to her other breast and Maggie squirmed as he played with her body. He was controlling her and the tigress paced in her cage. Each touch of his hand, his lips,
his
tongue pushed the bolt further and further back. Last night she had barely controlled the animal. Today, Maggie wondered if she had any control at all. And when his mouth left her breast and his tongue licked its way down her stomach, she knew the animal was in Liam’s hands—not hers.

Maggie responded with such incredibly delicious sounds as his tongue traced a path over her smooth skin from her breasts to her navel and over her belly. The hair that covered her mound gathered dark and thick, hiding what he sought. He paused to run his fingers through the fine, silky hair relishing the softness. Another moan made him grin. She made a wonderful instrument for him to play.

Oh, but the man was driving her wild! Her hands groped downward, running along his back, feeling the soft curls of his thick black hair. His breath on her mound made her ache and she tried to arch herself up to him, to hurry him along.

Liam grinned at her attempts to take control and looked up at her. “Maggie, my dear, your body is mine. Now if you can’t behave, I’ll just have to tie you down so I can play in peace.”

“You wouldn’t!” In spite of her words, the thought actually excited her and she knew more of her juices had joined the pool gathering at the entrance of her pussy.

His eyes narrowed. “Is that a dare?”

After a moment’s hesitation, she replied. “No.” She pulled her hands from his shoulders and raised them over her head. Immediately she felt vulnerable and open to his every whim—and it excited her even as it raised her curiosity.

“Good. Now keep them there.”

Liam turned back to her mound, where he had continuously been running his fingers. Hiding his grin, he couldn’t believe that she had done what he asked. That hardened, professional, always-in-control woman really was a front, just as he always suspected. Underneath was a passionate, sexy, submissive woman. Changing positions, he knelt on the bed and decided to test his theory.

“Spread your legs.”

The command was demeaning and Maggie kept her legs shut tight, even though she wanted his touch. She was no whore to be ordered about.

He stroked his cock and raised an eyebrow at her. “You need to let me in, Maggie. Now spread your legs for me.”

Liam knew he could just as easily part her thighs himself and that in the normal course of lovemaking, he probably would have. But he wanted to see just how far her submissiveness extended.

“Make me.”

She threw the challenge at him with a glint of laughter in her eyes. He wanted to dominate her? He needed to tame the tigress first. Did he have it in him? Fervently, Maggie hoped Liam would accept the challenge.

A slow smile spread over his face as Liam understood.
“Very well.”
He stood and bent down beside the bed to pull out the bottom drawer with a hard tug. Taking out something from the inside, he palmed it and stood up. “I warned you.”

Liam reached forward, ostensibly to caress her calf. But when his hand reached her ankle, he pulled on it, turning her on the bed while sliding his tie under her limb. Before she could pull away, her ankle was caught in a noose. Grinning, he tied the other end of his good silk tie to the post at the corner of the bed.

“What! Liam! I can’t believe…” Maggie sat up quickly, her voice trailing off as he bent to get another tie. Even as her fingers tried to undo the first knot, Liam pulled her other leg and spread her wide open. Off balance, she leaned to the side, still trying to work the first knot.

But Liam had picked up two ties this time. Once her leg was firmly anchored to the post, he took his last tie and grabbed her hands. Not stopping to let her catch her breath, he looped the tie around her wrists and tied her hands together. Then, forcing her to lie down, he pulled her hands up over her head.

But now he was stuck. The carved wooden headboard gave him no place to anchor the last tie. And he had only brought three with him. Hanging onto the end of her tether, he stood beside the bed and flipped over the tapestry.

“Oh, now ye need me help,
ye’ll
let me watch ye.”

Maggie was giggling on the bed at Liam’s predicament. Clearly he would not be able to tie her up quite as much as he wanted to. Part of her triumphed and pulled on the tie he held; part of her was disappointed and she turned her head.

And so she did not see Liam’s urgent look at the little leprechaun. Nor did she see a small opening appear in the headboard right at mattress level. All she felt was Liam’s tug on her bindings as he straightened out her arms and fastened them to the headboard.

Only then did he pause and look her in the eye, gauging her reaction.

Her face was snarled with frustration. How had he done that? She struggled against her bindings and Liam checked to see that they did not tighten. They didn’t. He knew how to tie a knot that wouldn’t move and cut off her circulation. Maggie was held fast.

“Liam
Finnerty
, you let me go right now!”

“Is that what you want, Maggie? Do you really want me to let you go?” His fingers caressed her skin, running along her chin and brushing over her neck.

She almost spit out the word “yes,” but found it stuck in her throat. She was helpless, at his mercy. His hand slid back to her breast and his fingers rolled her nipple, squeezing it tightly. She moaned instead.

“I’ll take that as permission to continue.” His smile was soft and gentle as his hand drifted down her body, making her writhe again.

She knew where he was going. He would touch her pussy and find out how wet she was. He had mastered her at her own game and her juices flowed freely. Never had anyone tied her down and as she pulled against her bindings, Maggie was surprised at how freeing they were. For the first time in her life, she could not control the situation in any matter whatsoever. Totally at Liam’s mercy, she only had to relax and enjoy what he did to her. Still, nervousness kept her on edge.

Reaching up, Liam pulled a pillow down and slid it under Maggie’s hips. He hid his delight when she raised her body to give him room. The little tigress enjoyed this! Satisfied she was in easy reach, he slid onto the bed and lay between her spread knees, his face inches from her pussy.

The smell of her arousal was potent. With her legs spread wide, she could not stop him from touching her and that, in turn, made him hard again. But he would play just a little more before he entered her. He wanted to see how far she would let him go before begging him for release.

Maggie could feel his warm breath on her pussy lips. No one had ever tasted her before.
No one.
She held her breath in anticipation. Would he? Or would Liam turn away as other lovers had? Swallowing down a whimper, she waited.

Liam sensed her stillness and glanced up at her face. Her breathing was steady and deep and after a moment, she looked down at him with longing in her eyes. He smiled and inched himself forward, turning his attention to those two luscious lips that hid a treasure he wished to sample.

With his fingers, he parted those twin gates that leaked their precious fluid and gazed at her exquisite sex. Her vagina gaped open, her creamy whiteness pooled just inside, a testament to her arousal. Just above, her clit peeked out from under its hood and Liam knew his tongue would engorge it further.

Using his fingers to spread her labia, he leaned forward to take her clit between his lips. Sucking gently, he slowly rolled his tongue over and around the hard little bud. She moaned and he glanced up to see her head thrown back and her breasts pointed to the ceiling as she arched her back.

Maggie didn’t know if it was pleasure or pain, but she didn’t want it to stop. She cried out as his tongue moved faster. His teeth closed on her sensitive bud and her mind went numb. She heard the cars and trucks in the street outside, but they ceased to have meaning. Over and over, his tongue flicked her clit without mercy and she thrashed in her bindings.

“What do you want, Maggie? I control your body, but I will give you back that control if you want it. Tell me, Maggie, shall I untie you?”

Liam’s voice compelled an answer, but her ragged breath could only gasp out her answer. “No! Liam, please. Please don’t stop.”

Her juices caused his fingers to slip on her labia so he adjusted his position, pulling back those swollen lips. Again Maggie’s inner lips opened of their own volition, inviting him in; this time he accepted the invitation. His hot tongue scooped up a large swallow of her juices,
savoring
her salty taste and her musky scent before he swallowed her essence, making her a part of him. Plunging his tongue into her pussy, he pushed on her clit with his nose, overwhelming himself with her scent and taste. Grinding his face into her, he drove her body fiercely. Bucking against her bindings, she begged him for release.

Maggie was past thinking. Her pleas and wordless cries turned raspy as he enjoyed her clit and Liam knew she could not take much more. Withdrawing, he knelt, much as he had last night. She lay spread before him; helpless, spread-eagled for his pleasure and Liam prepared to ram his cock home where it belonged.

“I am going to take you hard, Maggie Andrews. And you will come only when I say so. Do you hear me?”

Through the agony of her need, Liam’s words resonated in her soul and her body replied to his domination with increased
fervor
. “Yes, Liam, please. Oh, please, take me now. Please!”

She had begged. It was all he asked for. With a forceful thrust, Liam’s cock entered her, stretching her wide. She screamed and he thrust again.

“Yes, Liam! Oh, please, yes.” Maggie’s muscles grabbed his thick cock, hungry to have him deeper into her body.

Liam’s groans joined hers as he pounded into her again and again. Suddenly she lay very still, every muscle tightened, poised; breathing in tiny spurts; whimpering. One second.
Two.
She lost count. The tigress pounced and, with a cry wrenched from her soul, Maggie’s body wracked her passion upon his cock. Again and again, Liam felt her muscles milk him until, with a cry to match hers, his body shuddered as his seed shot deep into her body.

How long she stayed, balanced on the edge of her orgasm, Maggie had no idea.
Only that when she exploded, she felt it deep into her soul.
She let go and her body writhed as each wave convulsed through her being. Every thrust Liam made carried her higher. For long minutes she floated as spasms wracked her body; dimly she was aware of them slowing,
then
stopping.