The Sextet - Entanglements [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 4] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (4 page)

“Yeah.”

A brief flash of fear—or was it excitement?—came when she tried to gently pull away from her restraints. She was at his mercy now, and there would be no way to defend herself.

About to ask if she could open her eyes, he answered her question by wrapping a blindfold, something elastic and as soft as lamb’s wool, around her head, covering her eyes. “Can’t I watch?”

A rough hand grabbed her chin and held her still. “I won’t tell you again. You can only do what I tell you. You disobey or ask a question again, you
will
be punished.”

She almost blurted out a question about what her punishment would be but bit her lip instead.

Noah started walking her backward until the back of her thighs hit something firm.

“Sit,” he commanded.

Angie found herself on what had to be the barstool.

Trying to rely on the senses she could use, she tried to figure out what he was doing. A refrigerator door? Beeping…and then humming. Perhaps a microwave? The rattle of dishes and the scrape of silverware. Whatever had hummed beeped again, insistently.

The smell filling the air was sumptuous, but she couldn’t identify it. Although she was dying to ask, Angie held her tongue. Her stomach growled loud enough Noah had to have heard it. She’d worked straight through lunch, and hunger was dimming some of the enjoyment of this experience.

“Open your mouth.” His voice came from directly in front of her.

Quickly obeying, she opened even wider when he gently fed her. A piece of warm focaccia covered in the sun-dried tomato cream cheese she loved. She hummed as she chewed, and as soon as she swallowed, she opened her mouth again.

The rim of a glass touched her lip. “Sip slowly,” he whispered next to her ear before his teeth tugged on her earlobe.

A delightful catch in her abdomen, much like the ones she felt whenever she saw him naked, caught her attention. She savored it as she sipped. Wine. Merlot. The warmth filled her as the glass was replaced with more warm bread, this time with a slippery and tasty slice of portabella mushroom and a dab of gorgonzola cheese.

Then it dawned on Angie that Noah was warming up food he’d brought from
La Trattoria, their favorite restaurant. The one they’d been eating in when he’d asked if she wanted to move into the new condo with him. “Delicious,” she said, licking her lips in what she hoped was a sexy way. His quick sucking intake of air made her smile.

Since he was close, she gently reached up with her bound hands. They brushed over his stomach, and she caressed his lean muscles with her fingertips. His skin was soft but lightly furred. She’d always loved looking at him, seeing that mat of brown hair on his chest and following it with her eyes as it trailed to a thin line to just below his navel. Then it fanned out to cover his groin. Remembering just how sexy he looked, she let her fingers follow the pattern of hair toward that glorious cock. Just as her sensitive fingertips touched the silken softness of the engorged head, he stepped out of her reach. “C’mon, honey,” she said. “I wanted to touch you.”

“You will. When I say so.” More sounds of dishes and silverware. “Open.”

Angie did as he asked. This time a spoon entered her mouth, and the succulent flavor of some creamy soup filled her taste buds. Lobster bisque. Her absolute favorite. As she swallowed, she almost choked when fingers suddenly brushed over the lips of her pussy, stroking and delving.

Explained why he wanted the crotchless panties… “Noah…” She arched into his touch when one of his long fingers slipped inside her. All too quickly, his warmth was gone. She pouted her lip. Perhaps if she told him how nice it felt…“I liked that.”

Not a word. Didn’t he realize how aroused she was? Before she could ask, another bite of the fabulous bisque was offered, and she greedily ate it, working the thick creaminess through her mouth to get the flavor. Amazing how much better things tasted when you focused solely on the taste rather than the image. As she enjoyed it, Angie started forming plans for payback—a night with Noah entirely at
her
mercy.

“Stand up,” he said from somewhere to her right. She obeyed. He pressed behind her, jerked down the front of her bra, and stroked her breasts. She let out a ragged moan. “Told you this would help you, that letting go and trusting me would be nice,” he said in a voice husky with arousal. Even his tone seemed different, more intense. She gave him a nod to let him know just how right he was.

With his cock pressed against her ass, Noah forced his way between her thighs. She squeezed him, cuddling his dick against her cunt. A few tantalizing strokes, then he backed away.

His light steps sounded against the hardwood before his lips brushed across hers, forcing a quick gasp since she hadn’t expected his touch. “Follow me.” A tug on the ropes, and she slowly walked until she collided with his chest. “You can stop now,” he said with a chuckle.

Angie let her bound hands drop and reached forward, trying to take his dick into her fingers, but a quick jerk of the rope pulled them up. “You can only do what I tell you.” His authoritative voice suggested she not argue, so she nodded.

Strong arms encircled her waist and lifted, her shoes scuffing the floor as they moved until the bed pressed against the back of her thighs. “Sit,” Noah ordered.

Angie let her bottom rest on the cool sheets. Smooth. Satin. Sexy. Heat flooded her body. “I want you,” she admitted.

“Patience, baby.”

Patience?
She was so aroused right now, she’d probably come the minute he put himself inside her. But she didn’t argue. There was no way she’d ruin this experience. Instead, she made him a promise. “All right.”

Chapter 4

Noah knew how difficult this was for Angie. The woman had to hate not to be able to see, not being able to control even a moment of this experience, and she was probably dying to know how he would punish her if she didn’t obey his commands. He’d decided that the only true punishment he could give would be to end this and leave her entirely alone. But that would punish him as well. Everything inside him was screaming to take her.
Now
. And how he’d be able to let the rest of this story play out without giving in to the urges threatening to swallow him whole, he wasn’t sure. The anticipation alone was killing him.

Watching her sitting on the edge of the bed, dressed in the sexy clothes he’d so carefully chosen as he shopped that day, picturing each garment on that delicious body, made him realize he’d never be able to follow through and end this interlude if she couldn’t surrender her control to him. Hell, he was so hard now, he felt like his dick would explode. But this had to be special—
more
than special—and he’d hate himself if he didn’t make her enjoy this more than any other time they’d come together. No, tonight was unique. In more ways than just earning her trust. He thought about the little, black velvet box he’d tucked away in the cupboard.

Noah ached to just blurt out his question, the one that would change both their lives, especially since Angie had been so compliant, so very trusting. He crouched next to her, removing the stilettos while she smiled, hopefully at him.

Oh, how she pleased him. She’d done everything he’d asked, and he sensed an enormous change in her. For the first time since they’d been together, Angie wanted
him
to lead, wanted
him
to run the whole show. Perhaps she’d finally realized that in letting someone else call the shots, she still won. Now all he needed to do was keep enough self-control to give her as much pleasure as her obedience was giving him. “Spread your legs.”

He savored her quick gasp of breath and the smile widening on her lips when his fingers pushed through the open slit in her panties, separating her folds. She was already so wet. Without a hint of warning, Noah sank a finger deep inside her and stroked the walls of her tight sheath.

“Oh, God.” Angie dropped her head back before her teeth tugged on her bottom lip hard enough he was amazed she didn’t draw blood, yet he continued rubbing the tender G-spot he knew would drive her wild.

“You can speak, baby. Just don’t ask questions.”

“Thank you.”

“Such a good girl,” he said with a chuckle. A second finger joined the first, and he tortured her with them until she started undulating her hips. Then he stopped and jerked his hand away. “That was your reward for good behavior.”

“Noah…” Her voice was ragged, pleading.

As he stood up, he dragged the rope tying her wrists until her hands were over her head. Then he put his other hand to her chest to force her to lie back. Maneuvering her body to the center of the bed, he tied the rope to the headboard. “You please me, I please you.”

Noah grabbed the other coil of rope and knelt beside her legs. He couldn’t resist bending down to give that gorgeous pussy a reverent kiss, adding a few flicks of his tongue over her clit as she hissed her approval. Wrapping the ropes around an ankle, he tied it loosely to the brass footboard.

Angie tried to press her thighs together, a signal that she was getting nervous. Noah decided she needed to be reminded that she should trust him. Perhaps another reward would be given if she obeyed. “Spread those gorgeous thighs for me, Angie.”

When she did as she was told, instead of tying her other ankle, he lowered himself between her legs, spread the slit in her panties, and sucked her clit into his mouth.

“Noah!”

He chuckled against her heated flesh and ran his tongue in fast circles, again and again, loving the feel of the tiny bud of flesh swelling. Shifting his attention, Noah jammed his tongue into her channel, in and out. Her back arched, and he promptly stopped his attentions, whirled around, and tied her other ankle to the footboard. Her pouty sigh made him smile.

Angie had never felt as on fire as she did at that moment.
What’s next?
The feel of his mouth on her was almost enough to make her come. Now, she lay spread-eagled on a bed of satin sheets, entirely at the mercy of the man she loved. The possibilities of what Noah could do to her in this vulnerable position probably should have scared her. But she wasn’t afraid. Not in the least.

She trusted him.

The mattress shifted as he settled beside her. His mouth touched hers. She turned her head and parted her lips when his tongue teased the seam. Noah kissed her long and deep, coaxing her tongue into his mouth where he gently sucked. God, she loved kissing him. The man was always so damned…thorough. An appreciative sigh slipped out when he pulled away, replaced by a gasp when she heard a click followed by a familiar buzz.

Oh, shit
. He’d brought her Rabbit. And just what did he intend to do with it?

That question was quickly answered when the vibrator pressed to her swollen clit. “Oh, shit!” Her back arched as she tried to draw her knees up. The ropes wouldn’t give.

“Relax, baby. Just let it happen.”

“But—” She bit back the
I can’t
that almost slipped out. Instead, she let herself trust him and tried to relax. Hard to do when the Rabbit was vibrating furiously against her sensitized clitoris. When he rotated it to slide the fake dick inside her while the small bunny continued to torture her, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she came.

Images flashed through Angie’s mind, hallucinations triggered by her temporary blindness, the vibration against her responsive body, and the sudden warmth of his tongue laving her nipple. Erotic images of Noah. Naked. Aroused. Covering her with his body. Her breath came in pants as her stomach muscles contracted.

As if he sensed the imminent orgasm, he became more enthusiastic, sucking first on one breast before drawing the other nipple deep into his hot mouth as he moved the dildo in and out of her body. The combination of Noah and the Rabbit proved to be too much.

The orgasm washed over her, bathing her in heat as the images in her mind’s eye were replaced with multicolored lights that reminded her of fireworks exploding.

“Did you like that?” he whispered in her ear before his tongue traced each curving line. He gently pulled the vibrator from her body.

“Yes!”

With a flurry of movement, her ankles were free. She felt Noah settle between her thighs, his hard cock pushing against her. She wanted to scream at him to fuck her and fuck her right now, but this wasn’t her show. It was his.

“I…I wanted this to last longer, but, God, baby. I need to be inside you.”

Was he asking for permission? After everything she’d allowed him to do, he shouldn’t need her permission to take that last step.