Sweet Backlash (9 page)

"Are you okay?" Her voice told him she
lay near, but she didn't touch him and he hated that.

Suddenly angry, he demanded, "Untie
me. I've had enough." The towel slid from his middle, and he turned
his head to look at her.

She didn't see him. She sat staring at
her hands folding the towel. An expression of sadness pulled at her
beautiful features. Her bottom lip quivered a moment before she
said, "I've been awful to you, but please give me a
chance."

He swallowed, afraid to say something
wrong.

She glanced at him. Surprise flashed
across her features a moment before she lowered her emotionless
mask. "It's just that…"

He gave her time to finish her
thought, and when she didn't, he said, "Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah. Okay. I'll give you a chance."
Though he couldn't understand why, considering his position. "I'm
actually pretty comfortable."

Her countenance lifted, although
sadness remained about her eyes. "It's a harness," she explained.
"The ropes are counterweighted, thigh to foot, foot to thigh. And
you can roll. You've got freedom of movement within the
position."

"So, what do you want to do? You want
me to roll?"

She smiled, a genuine one. "No, unless
you want to."

He shook his head. "I'm fine where I
am."

"Well then, I'd like to touch you. Is
that alright?"

"Kiss me first." He had to taste those
luscious lips.

She lay on her side and propped her
head on her hand. "I'd rather not."

"Why? My breath shouldn't stink. I
brushed my teeth. I go to the dentist regularly." Was he
repulsive?

"I think you have very nice teeth,"
she said. "And no, your breath doesn't stink. I'm just not into
kissing."

What kind of answer was that? "Not
into kissing? Who have you been doing it with? Can't be with anyone
who knows what he's doing. Give me a chance. Let me show you what
kissing is about."

"Sure of yourself, aren't you?" She
poked him playfully in the shoulder.

"All I'm saying is that kissing is
fun. And when done right, it's sexy as hell." He stared at her
lips, hoping she'd lean in and let him show her the proof behind
his words.

"No thanks. If your kiss last night at
the society meeting is any indication of your idea of fun, I'll
pass."

Groaning, he rolled his eyes. "I was a
jerk and I'm sorry. I've never treated a woman like that. I don't
know why I got so aggressive with you. That's not who I
am."

"Who are you then?" Her gaze went to
his flaccid johnson, which tried to stir but didn't quite have it
together yet. She reached down and cradled it in her fingers. "It's
amazing, something so soft can get so big and hard."

Big and hard. That's right,
baby.
Damn it, his ego would get him in trouble if he didn't
knock it off. "Come on," he urged. "Kiss me. Just once."

She gave him a skeptical sideways
glance. Then she conceded. "Okay. Just once."

Melony resisted his appeal. Even
trussed in her pretty ropes, Chip exuded a power, an attraction she
found hard to ignore. The way he stared at her mouth made her yearn
for his kiss. His look of desire manifested as a touch deep inside,
as if he reached in and stirred her passion.

She wanted to kiss him. More, she
wanted him to kiss her. This session had less to do with wants than
establishing rules of give and take. Who was she trying to kid? She
may have come into play with that in mind, but the moment she let
him break the rule of touching without punishment, anything other
than pleasure escaped her intent. When he had sent a bold finger
into her slit… Oh, God.

She closed her eyes. What was it that
made him so different from every other man? Why did she ache for
his touch when the idea of any other man touching her made her want
to do violence. Why did she care about his pleasure?

"Kiss me," he said.

No. If she believed in magic, she
might think he'd put a spell on her. The aura of safety around him
had lulled her into a false sense of security. She couldn't trust
it. She wanted not to trust him.

Against her will, she did, though.
Gazing into his eyes, she discovered something indefinable,
unrecognizable, yet alluring. She silently pleaded for him to ask
her one more time.

As if seeing the asking in her eyes,
he said, "Please, Melony."

Yes. Stretching out alongside him, she
suspended her face above his for a moment to soak in that special
something in his stare. When her lips touched his, the contact
instantly catapulted her to another dimension—one where she had no
past, no dark and twisty demons, no hesitation. Where she had no
future, no doubts, no fears. All she had was the moment, with him,
in bliss.

His lips, though firm, had no hardness
against hers. Everything had give, including the ropes between them
that rubbed against her exposed nipples and brought them to keen
attention. Slanting her face, she settled deeper into the kiss, her
nostrils a hair's breadth from his cheek. She inhaled a mixture of
minty toothpaste, deodorant soap, and a spicy, heavy scent she
suspected belonged only to him. It intoxicated her, creating a
thirst for more.

Running a hand along his jaw, she
delighted in the thick stubble that made her palm tingle. She
combed her fingers into his hair, noting its thickness, surprising
softness, and the damp still clinging after his shower. His lips
moved against hers and she imitated the movements, cascading them
into a devouring frenzy.

Her own desire scared her. She broke
the kiss.

But he wouldn't let her go. He lifted
his head off the bed, curled within the restrains of his bindings
and rolled, forcing her on her back. A strangled cry of pleasure
bubbled from his chest and tore from his throat, and she knew her
perineum knots had done their work. She gasped as his shoulder
pinned hers to the mattress and one of his knees landed between her
thighs. His warmth covering her like an electric blanket in winter,
he eased his weight against her. In her hand still holding his
cock, he began to lengthen and grow firm.

She expected another assault similar
to the one he inflicted the night before, but he came down slowly,
his eyes never leaving hers until their lips met once more. She
caressed her thumb along the top of his penis, and it grew more
while he inhaled a sharp breath through his nostrils. Ruling the
kiss, he slanted over her mouth, this way and that, demanding a
response she too willingly gave. His mouth came down on hers, again
and again, with gentle insistence and assertiveness. He knew what
he wanted, and he meant business.

Her eyelids fluttered closed when he
left her lips to graze her cheek with his jaw. The beard stubble
sent shockwaves of awareness along her nerves. He leaned closer and
dipped his head to run the rough texture along the underside of her
ear and down her neck.

A jolt of lightening heat raced ahead
of his course, into her chest to leave her breasts heavy and hot.
The electricity forged a path from each nipple to a meeting spot
above her bellybutton, where it joined with double the strength and
slammed into her womb with a force that left her breathless. Her
core quivered with need, and the lips of her pussy swelled with
prickly pressure.

Not able to stand the throb that
increased in insistence with every beat of her heart, she reached
down and stroked the turgid tissues to get relief. Chip raised his
head and glanced past his shoulder. Groaning, he looked into her
eyes. Fire burned in his dilated pupils. With a hunger that matched
her own, he captured her lips and pressed with urgency, his penis
now fully erect and throbbing in her hand.

She lowered her lids and opened her
mouth to him, letting her knees fall to each side to give her
fingers better access. Her juices flowing over her rhythmic
fingers, Melony welcomed Chip's thrusting tongue. Excitement swept
her into an incomparable sea of sensation.

He still tasted a bit like
strawberries and coffee, but mostly sweet, clean mint slid over her
taste buds. His questing tongue, smooth and hot, skimmed the roof
of her mouth, ran along the backside of her smile, then engaged her
in a sensual duel she eagerly joined. The duel turned to a dance,
and she matched his pace with her fingers' movements along her
folds.

He took her tongue between his lips
and sucked. A sharpness stabbed the top of her slit, and she
touched a fingertip to the spot to find her clit hard and jutting
to a point, like a rosebud. He sucked again. She grazed her finger
over the tip of the nub. Pinpoints of light exploded behind her
lids, and she began a spiral upward. Starting a new beat, he sucked
in time to the throb of his cock in her hand, and she matched it
with her fingers gently gliding in a plucking motion up her
rosebud. In no time, she spun into release, arching and clinging to
the ropes that wrapped around his waist.

When she returned to her senses, she
found Chip watching her with a bemused smirk. In her hand, his dick
still pulsed. "How are your hands?" she whispered, unable to
achieve greater volume.

"Wanting to be on your stunning tits,"
he said with a grin.

He joked—a good sign he maintained an
acceptable comfort level. In that case, she had one last
exploration before she removed his bonds. Smiling, she shoved at
his shoulder and rolled him to his back.

"Are we finished?" he
asked.

Melony swung her legs off the bed and
went to the side where his knees pointed skyward. "I have something
I want to do, first."

He lifted his head off the sheets to
look at her through his crisscrossed legs. "Should I be
worried?"

She smiled. "We'll see."

Fascinated, she went to her knees on
the carpet and splayed a hand on each of his thighs, her thumbs
barely touching the perineum knots. To see what would happen, she
leaned forward and drew her tongue upward between them. He dropped
his head to the mattress and sucked a loud breath through his
teeth. The skin over his balls wrinkled and writhed in slow
motion.

Touching a finger to the sack, she was
surprised to discover it cool. She grazed her nails along the rope
that rode his inner thighs, and he groaned. She loved how giving
him pleasure filled her with a sense of control that outshone any
she had experienced wielding her bullwhip. Reaching her goal, her
ultimate target of curiosity, she took his rod between her two
palms and stroked from tip to base, letting her fingers feel its
length.

"You're torturing me," he said so low
it came out a growl.

"I told you, that's my favorite thing
to do in the whole world. Do you like this torture better than my
whip?" she asked, running her fingertips along his length again,
feeling the cushioned tip, the thin, smooth skin below the ridge of
his circumcision, and the corded steel underneath.

"Oh, God, yes. Torture me like this
anytime." He lay perfectly still, as if moving might make her stop
or scare her away.

The one thing she had wanted to do
since first seeing his cock up close that morning was taste it. She
wouldn't let anything stop her now.

The telephone rang. Melony shrugged.
Probably Kathy with a million questions about what happened at the
meeting. She waited while it rang two more times.

"You gonna get that?" he asked, his
voice so strained he didn't sound like himself.

She gave him a languid stroke, her
fingers wrapped in a firm grip around his girth. "No," she
whispered as the answering machine in the master bedroom at the far
end of the apartment pealed a loud beep to activate the recording
function.

"Thank God," he grated, his abs so
tense the muscles stood in neat, deep ridges.

The man was too sexy for his own good.
Standing, she crawled beside him and kneeled at his hip. She placed
a hand on his knee. "Are you comfortable?"

"No. Touch me, climb on top of me, do
something, would ya? I'm dying here."

His pained expression moved her to
test his lines. They had plenty of give so she bent to his ear and
whispered, "I'm not going to caress you. I'm not going to climb
onto you. I'm going to lick you." Kissing his earlobe, she smiled
as he shuddered.

"Please," he breathed.

She turned her attention to his
hard-on, now nearly purple and so rigid it pointed at her as if in
invitation. She kissed the tip and accepted the reward of a pearly,
salty droplet. Swirling the tip of her tongue around the head, she
loved the feel of the incredibly smooth skin. Wrapping her lips
around him, just under the edge, she gave a gentle suck.

He cried out. His elbows flexed
outward, proving he had good movement within the ropes, and she
sucked again. His body curled, his head fell back, and when his
knees rocked toward his chest, he cried out again. Reaching between
his legs, she eased two fingers between the knots and grazed her
fingertips along the flexing skin and crisp hairs while gently
sucking.