Taking Care Of Leah (9 page)

Her juices began to seep around the tip as he pushed it in slowly, millimeters at a time. The pulse in his ears grew louder, drowning out the sound of her excitement. He could feel her thighs trying to clamp around the vibrator but he was in the way and used his knees to keep her exposed.

The toy was half in, the rotating beads pushing against her walls. Ty gave small thrusts, finding a rhythm that made her gasp for breath. With his spare hand, he gripped the base of his rigid cock and worked himself at the same pace.

“I’m going to…” She squealed, her fists bunching into the duvet beside her.

“Not yet.” He removed the toy and dropped his head between her legs, lapping at her pussy, nuzzling her burning clit, taking in the musky scent of her arousal. She reached down, fingertips brushing his hair. Her thighs tightened around him as she tried to force him to fuck her with his tongue.

“If you’re going to misbehave, then I
will
have to tie you up,” he said, standing up and walking back to the wardrobe.

Chapter Fourteen

Leah forced herself onto her elbows, a mix of emotions filling her stomach. Desire, need, desperation to explode into orgasm. Anger, frustration and confusion that he had dropped her and left her on the bed just as she had reached the brink.

He was by the cupboard, his impressive cock stood to attention as he grabbed what he needed—four lengths of black satin ribbon hung from his fingers. Leah swallowed when she realized his threat had been real. Her pulse quickened as she strove to push the concern to the back of her mind, reminding herself that Ty was not her ex. This was for her pleasure as much as his own.

He strode toward her. There was a swagger to his pace, a purpose she hadn’t seen before. She took a deep breath and held it until he was by the bed. His eyes on hers, he took her arm and wrapped the end of one ribbon around her wrist. It wasn’t as tight as she was expecting it to be—Ty slipped two fingers between the tie and her skin. He wrapped the other end around the black metal rods of the headboard. He repeated the action on the other side and she didn’t struggle, not until he lifted her ankle.

Ty gave a reassuring kiss to the top of her foot. She flinched as he tied each ankle to the bottom footboard. Nervous breaths escaped her lungs in short, quick, quiet pants.

Climbing on the bed, he leaned over, knees on either side of her hips, hands by her head, holding all his weight. The kiss he gave her was deep and passionate, his tongue tasting all of her. Lifting his head away, he looked into her eyes.

“I’m going to assume you’ve never used a safe word.”

Leah shook her head, unable to find her voice, feeling as if it had been sucked out of her.

“You need one,” he said, kissing each cheek, moving to the hollow of her collarbone. “Choose something you wouldn’t normally say during sex.” His lips were in the center of her cleavage, giving gentle licks before moving from one nipple to the other. Hard sucks sent electric shocks straight down her core. She arched into him, and the ribbons cut into her wrists and ankles as she strained against them.

“Detention,” she exhaled on a hot breath.

Ty lifted his head and smirked. “Gotcha,” he said, crushing his mouth onto hers, possessing her, owning her, claiming her as his.

“I’m not sure I can do this.” Her voice caught in her throat.

“Then use your safe word. That’s what it’s for.” He leaned over her, his face inches from her, waiting for her to say it. When she didn’t, he moved down her body and pressed two fingers into her, resting his palm over her burning clit. Everything in her tightened, and the muscles in her legs became rigid as the need to explode around his hand took over.

“Not yet,” he said forcefully, keeping his hand still. “Shit, you are so fucking wet…” Keeping his hand in place, he shifted so his head was between her legs. He nuzzled her, kissing around his hand, licking at her inner thighs almost affectionately.

She tried to rotate her hips into him, close herself around him, but the restraints kept her in place. A low moan of frustration reverberated through her as he removed his fingers, leaving her bared and unable to protect her dignity.

“Careful,” he soothed, his lips pressed against her left foot. “You’ll hurt yourself.” She felt him slip his fingers between the ribbon and her ankle. She heard the buzz of the vibrator before she felt it. He used his fingers to part her labia, teasing her in the same way he had before he’d tied her down. Her nerves began to fray. The safe word she’d chosen danced on the edge of her tongue, but she swallowed it down.

A heavy breath escaped her, but whatever word she was trying to say was an incoherent gasp. He thrust the toy forward, filling her entirely. Her walls tightened around it, her buttocks clenching and lifting off the bed. Ty used the movement, sliding his hand beneath her and squeezing her cheeks. The tips of his fingers tickled the cleft of her bum, teasing her with an unspoken warning. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

He’d found a rhythm that pleased him, removing the toy almost completely before driving it back, letting the metal beads work their magic, twisting inside her, hitting spots she hadn’t even known existed.

Her climax was blinding. She screwed her eyes closed, gritted her teeth and let the muscles in her legs and arms fall into their natural spasm. Her pussy was tight around the toy, clamping it in place. Perspiration broke on her skin. A droplet rested on her lip and she licked it away. Any apprehension dissipated.

He waited until she’d relaxed before removing the vibrator and placing his hand over her entrance, cupping her, his fingers drifting over her perineum. Leah bit her lip and shook her head, refusing to open her eyes.

“Use the safe word if you have to,” he reminded her, kissing her navel, his tongue dipping in and out of her belly button. His mouth was over her, tasting her orgasm. His fingers crept into the crevice of her buttocks.

“I can’t…” she said on a breath, but he didn’t stop, trailing her juices down to her anus, smearing them around. His forefinger teased her, circling her. With slow movements, he edged forward, his tongue darting between her folds. He started to fuck her with his tongue, pressing his nose against her clit, inhaling her, eating at her, keeping his finger still. The tip of him entered her… “Detention!” she squealed, and he pulled away without hesitation. “I’m sorry,” she panted, slick with sweat and her own juices. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he hushed, releasing her ankles but keeping her arms tied to the rails. Standing at the end of the bed, he gripped his stiff cock and began to work himself. “You look…delicious,” he said with a heavy sigh. Dropping between her thighs, he pressed the tip of his erection at her slit. “You want me to untie you?” he asked, motioning to her wrists.

A smile flickered on Leah’s lips. “No,” she said. “I’m okay. But not…that.”

“Okay,” he agreed. He went to open the drawer of the bedside table, unwrapping a condom and placing it over his erection before moving back into position.

Ty reached between them, guiding himself into her, exhaling as he sank until he was balls deep. “I’m not going to last,” he explained, beginning to pump, holding himself up on his hands. He kissed her, hard, bruising her lips with his strength and passion, bucking his hips into her. The thrusts became more powerful, more intense as he reached the brink of his climax.

He shoved his hand under her head, fisting her hair as he surged once more. His breath came out in thick, fast grunts. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her, pulsating as he spilled his load, filling her up. Curses were whispered over her skin. Featherlight kisses soaked up the beads of sweat that dotted her throat and shoulder.

“Shit,” he said into her chest.

Ty reached to each wrist and slackened the ribbon enough that she could untie herself while he went to the bathroom and cleaned himself up. She watched as he walked away, looking over his toned body, taking in the tan ripples of his taut muscles and the dark ink spiraling down his arms. Leah smiled to herself, pleased in more ways than one.

* * * *

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, inhaling the scent of his shampoo from her hair.

“No.” She shook her head and nuzzled into him. “Sorry I stopped you.”

“Don’t.” He kissed the crown of her head. “Don’t ever apologize for using a safe word. That’s what it’s for.”

Her scent drifted around him, soap with the underlying and enticing tones of warmth and sex. She’d showered with him, but the aroma of their passion still remained on her skin. He could feel his cock twitching at the memories of how wet she’d become, how he’d felt inside her tight pussy.

He murmured against her and closed his eyes, letting himself drift somewhere between being awake and asleep. They curled next to each other, she fitting perfectly into him. The curve of her buttocks rested on his lap, and it was too much of a temptation to not let his hand rest on her thigh, caressing her smooth, firm flesh.

“I think I left my bag in your car,” she mumbled into the pillow. Ty leaned up on his elbow, looking down at her. Her lashes dusted over her cheeks as she tried to find sleep.

“I’ll go and get it later.” His lips touched her temple and she rolled into him. Heat radiated out, seeping into him, stirring him further. Reaching between them, he readjusted himself so that his semi-erect dick was against her bum.

“Again?” she asked, not really awake.

“You need to rest,” he whispered. But she’d already turned onto her side to face him, eyes partly open, her smile not quite reaching her cheeks. She wrapped a hand around his shaft and stroked him. Reluctance came out in a grumble as he shifted out of her grasp. “As much as I would love to, I don’t want to leave you bruised.”

“I think you’ve already done that.” She said it in jest, but it tugged at him. The thought of hurting this angel in front of him balled in his guts. He’d been lusting after her since the moment they’d been introduced, but he hadn’t considered the possibility of actually falling for her.

“I’ll go and get your bag,” he said, extricating himself from her touch and the bed.

Despite the threat of a warm summer, there was a distinct chill in the air as Ty hopped and skipped out of the house to his car. A quick glance told him that none of the neighbors were obviously spying on his half-naked frame diving into the boot to retrieve Leah’s bag. The rough surface of the concrete path bit at his feet and a cool breeze caught the leg of his boxers as he jogged back into the house.

Locking the door behind him, he dumped her bag by the stairs, hung the keys on a hook on the wall before heading for the kitchen and pouring two glasses of water. As he padded back up the stairs, tumblers in hand, he could hear soft snores coming from his bedroom.

She was curled on her side, hands supporting her head under the pillows, taking sharp breaths through her open mouth. Ty put one glass on each bedside table and crept back under the duvet to feel her warmth.

Chapter Fifteen

Leah studied her wrists. She’d expected to see a mark of some kind from where the ribbon had bitten into her skin, but there was nothing. Not even a thin red line. Sitting up on the bed, she crossed her legs and looked at her ankles, rubbing her fingers over the bony protrusions.

It had been a weird sensation, to be restrained for her own pleasure. It had been something she’d always been intrigued about, but she’d thought that being handcuffed or tied up was for the benefit of the other person involved. It had been the last time. Ty had obviously been excited, but had used the moment to bring her to orgasm, help her discover new highs, putting her needs before his. Selfless sex was not something she was used to.

There was a pang of guilt for using the safe word. She’d never considered herself to be innocent, but after last night she was beginning to reevaluate her previous experiences. Suddenly various versions of missionary seemed, for want of a better word, boring.

Kyle crept into her mind. Ty reminded her of him in some ways—his look, his mannerisms were all very similar. But Kyle had been controlling in ways she never wanted to suffer again. He had tied her down, not just physically, but emotionally and mentally as well. Restraints hadn’t been needed, though. He had drained her until she’d felt as though she were weighted down and unable to move. She’d thought that after him she would never want to be tied down again, but with Ty… She was ready to break any promise she’d made to herself.

The clink of a cup landing on the bedside table caught her attention, and she dragged herself back into the room. His eyes sparkled in the morning sunlight that stretched through the window, but his brow furrowed as he frowned with concern.

“Sorry,” she said, picking up the mug and sipping at the bitter heat. “Miles away. Thanks for the coffee.”

“Do you have any plans for today?” Ty asked, slipping back under the sheets, lying so that his head rested on her lap.

“More house-hunting.” She sighed. “It’s only a matter of time before I get evicted to make way for the baby, and I was only supposed to stay there for a couple of months. It’s been a year now.”

“I’ve already told you…” He kissed her naked thigh, sweeping his hand over her legs and reaching around to grab her backside. “I have somewhere for you to stay.”

“And I’ve already told you, I can’t afford it and I won’t live there for free.” She leaned back into the bars of the headrest and groaned as his lips strayed to her hip and the curve of her waist. “What time is it?” she mumbled, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of his lips against her skin before he moved away. The sheets rustled as he rolled over to glance at his phone.

“Half nine. We have all day.”

Sliding down the bed, Leah rested her head against the pillows, awakening to take him in. “We can’t stay in bed all day.”

“Yes, we can.” His breath was laced with mint and coffee, and it reminded her that she still had to brush her teeth.

“No.” She stretched. “We can’t. I need a shower and—” Her phone sang out and vibrated against the bedside table, interrupting her train of thought. She read the message. “And Rainie wants to meet up…” Her brow furrowed into a frown. She didn’t know Miss Smith very well. Until the end-of-term party, Leah hadn’t even been able to remember her first name, now she wanted to meet for coffee.