Wet and Wilde (9 page)

“There is no way in hell I’ll go in there. Making love with a bunch of sharks and fish watching is plain creepy.” Her words were firm, but her tone wasn’t. It had softened a touch, and that was more than a little encouraging.

If there was one thing he knew, it was how liberating facing one’s biggest fear could be. Jane Wilde could use more than a little liberation. Yep, she’d be a quivering mass of appreciation in no time.

He stepped into the room and shed his shirt, grateful for the caress of cool air on his skin. He’d been wearing clothing daily for a long time now, months, in fact, so he figured he should be used to the scratchy, heavy, confining feeling, but he wasn’t.

“It isn’t going to work.” She didn’t take a step away.

He shed his pants. What else would a guy do?

“Yeah, yeah. You’re sexy. So what? So what if you’re built like a frickin’ god? I’m still not going into that…in there with that ocean of water.”

He pulled off his shorts, his erection tightening his pelvis muscles as he watched her gaze settle there. “I know you enjoy my body. Come on in. Let’s play. It’ll be an adventure. I know you want to explore the forbidden. I know you’re curious. Be honest with yourself.”

“I am being honest.” She poked her finger in the direction of the door to his secret room. “What the hell is in there?”

“You’re not quite ready for that…yet.” He took her hand and led her inside then closed the door behind her. “Trust me.”

“Trust? No way.”

He pulled her inside. “I know the mix of fear and excitement is making you hot. Your pussy is getting wet. Your heart is thumping in your ear.”

“It is not.”

He knew she was lying. The scent of her juices was driving him insane, but he forced himself to remain sedate. He changed subjects. “Have you ever wanted to be tied up?”

“Not in relation to sex.”

What other kind of tying was there? He didn’t ask. “Doesn’t it make you hot thinking about losing control?”

He felt her shudder—and it was a good kind of shudder, he might add.

“Losing control makes me think of adult diapers,” she said reaching out to touch the heavy glass tank wall. She no sooner made contact with its cool surface than she yanked her hand back.

She was no easy customer, but he was enjoying the verbal swordplay. It was all part of the game, a part he enjoyed as much as any other. If Jane was as adept at the other parts—and he knew she was—this would be one hell of a night.

“How about a nice, safe, hot bath?”

“Now, that sounds nice. I can handle a bathtub full of water.”

He led her to the
master
bath—he loved that term!—and relished her sigh of appreciation.

“This is amazing.”

“You like?” He tapped the button on the wall and the Jacuzzi tub filled with churning bubbles. Steam drifted into the air. “Now, it’s always best to take off your clothes before you get into a bath.” He spoke to her shallower parts of her mind, knowing he wouldn’t need to go deeper.

She was ready.

His cock reared up in response.

“Undress for me, love,” he whispered.

Jane couldn’t believe herself. She was still here, in this place, with that huge aquarium practically filling the next room. Despite the fact that the décor made her feel as if she was one hundred leagues under the sea, she didn’t want to leave. Everything he’d said had been true. She wanted to be fucked silly, and the little bit of fear underlying her desire only made this whole thing that much more erotic.

Josh cleared his throat and commanded, “Take off your clothes. And don’t remove your eyes from my face while you strip.”

Her insides tingled as she watched brain-melting desire play over his features. She quickly kicked off her shoes, took off her shirt and jeans then worked her bra clasp, catching it before it slid off her breasts.

Holy shit! He looked like he’d devour her, literally. And she was ready to come already.

“Off with the underwear. I want to see all of you.”

She let her bra drop off her arms then worked her underwear over her hips. She felt so naked, but it was a good feeling of exposure, a sexy feeling. Her pussy muscles clenched and her heart skipped in her chest, hopping around like a rabbit.

“Nice.” He nodded with appreciation. “Turn around. I love to look at your ass.”

She did as he bid, eager to spread her legs and show him everything. Her knees were as wobbly as a newborn baby’s. She felt herself sinking to the floor.

“No. Stand up.”

She locked her knees against the urgent need to drop.

“That’s it, baby. Now, spread your legs for me. Do you know how much I love looking at you?”

Oh, yeah! That was a step in the right direction. Naked, her legs spread as much as she dared, considering they still had to hold her up. Weak and wobbly, and wanting to lie down and pull him on top of her, she braced herself by gripping a towel bar and forced herself to remain standing.

A soft touch, tickling soft, at the back of her knee nearly sent her falling to the floor. But a firm grip on her thigh kept her upright. His touch, which left a trail of goosebumps the size of Mount Everest in its wake, meandered over her legs, skipped the sensitized flesh between her legs, and landed at the base of her spine.

Her back muscles flexed and her ass jutted out.

Josh growled. The man was a beast, and she loved it!

The tickly thing ignited every nerve ending in her back and neck then slipped down her spine and disappeared. She turned her head. “You stopped?”

“Time for your bath.” He took her hand and led her to the tub and she stepped in, shocked by the nearly scalding heat of the water.

She got no further than ankle deep before she yanked her foot out. “Shit! That’s hot.”

“It’s good for you.” He lowered himself into the water until only his waist and above was visible. “Please tell me you aren’t afraid of a little heat.”

“I’m not. I mean, within reason. I don’t like to get burned.”

“No one does. Look. I’m in here with you. We’ll both be burned.”

For some reason, that didn’t make her feel any better. She found the double entendre interesting, stimulating, even if the literal subject wasn’t so enticing. She gave the bath another shot and stuck her foot into the water. This time, it didn’t sting as bad, and so she moved slowly, easing her body in up to her waist.

“See? It’s comfortable—a few degrees shy of being unbearable.” He sunk lower and pulled her to him.

His hands resting on her waist sent energy zapping through her body, and her senses came alive. The water’s scent. The bubbles dancing over her skin. The anticipation of his next touch.

He steered her around until she was facing away from him then pulled her onto his lap. His erection stabbed her ass, and she shifted herself to accommodate it, rotating her hips and then rocking them back and forth and running her ass up and down its pulsing length.

Josh groaned, gripped her hair and tilted her head, licking, tasting, nipping her neck. A chill shot down her spine, despite the furious rise in her body temperature. She rubbed her ass harder until he gently lifted her up.

“If you don’t stop that, I’ll come. And I’m not nearly ready to do that.” He gripped her shoulders and eased her against him again until her back pressed against his chest. He gently pulled her legs apart so they rested on either side of his, and she sighed at feeling so open to him. “Now be a good girl and sit still. I’m going to wash you.” He plucked a bar of soap from a basket and lathered his hands then ran them down her stomach and up over her breasts.

Oh… This is better than chocolate, any day. “
Wash me good. I need it.” She closed her eyes and savored each touch, the way his fingertips teased and pulled at her nipples, pinching, tugging, driving her insane. Without thought, she arched her back, thrusting them out for him.

He slid his hands down again and she waited, anxious to feel those fingers between her legs. Wet, hot, slippery. Instead, he ran them down her hips to her thighs, his stomach pressed firmly against her back, his upper arms resting against the outside of her breasts and pushing them together. “Look at this body. It’s perfect. Absolutely perfect. Tell me it’s mine.”

“It’s yours.”

“For always.”

Did he really mean that? Did she want him to mean it? “For always.”

He stood and scooped her out of the tub. The air felt freezing cold as she emerged from the thrashing, steaming water, and she clung to him, seeking warmth. Thankfully, there was plenty of that.

He carried her back into the other room, the one with the aquarium that would dwarf the one at the zoo. He left that room behind—thank God!—and carried her down the hall to the next room.

Her heart rate slowed about fifty beats per minute, still faster than normal but much better, when she saw the four-poster bed swathed in blue satin. Now, this was more like it!

The satin was silky smooth against her back as he set her upon it, cool and soft. She sighed, with both relief and pleasure.

“Don’t get too comfortable yet.”

That warning didn’t go unheeded. She sat up. “What does that mean?”

“Shush, Love. No need for fear. I’m going to make your wildest fantasies come true.” He walked to the closet and opened the door.

Holy shit! What was that? There weren’t clothes in there that was for sure.

Lots of black leather, whips, stuff she couldn’t begin to describe or name hung on the back wall. She didn’t see a stitch of clothing.

For a brief instant, she considered leaving. This was all too much. Josh was clearly into some heavy-duty stuff, whips, chains…

He turned around, a steel bar in his hands and two wide bands wrapped around his upper arm. He almost looked like a hero from one of those low budget sci-fi movies. Her pulse quickened, from both fear and anticipation. It was an intriguing sight.

“Don’t worry. It won’t hurt a bit. You’ll thank me.”

“Won’t hurt?” What was he going to do with a metal bar that wouldn’t involve pain? “I’m having a hard time believing that.” She scooted away from the edge of the bed.

“I know your fantasies.” He crawled onto the bed and kneeled before her. “I know your deepest desires, the ones you won’t even admit to yourself.”

She felt her face heating. Could he really know? No! That was impossible. He was just playing. It was a game. “How could you possibly know that? And I don’t remember ever fantasizing about something that vaguely resembles a curtain rod.” But she could almost admit she was curious. “What does it do?”

He slid the wide bands off his biceps, and here she’d thought they were part of a costume. Too bad! He clipped them on the loops on either end of the bar and held the whole shebang out for her to see. “It’s a spreader.”

“A spreader? Um. I’m almost afraid to ask this. What does it spread?”

“Your legs.”

“Oh!” An A-bomb exploded between her legs. That was kind of exciting. She reached out and touched the metal cuff. Soft material lined the inside of the metal. Okay. So maybe this could be fun. Her pussy was sure voicing its approval.

“I’m going to strap this on you.” With a palm on her breastbone, he forced her onto her back. Then he wrapped a cuff around her right thigh, and as he parted her legs to secure the second one, a warm, steady throb settled between them.

This was fun!

“Now what?” she asked, heating up as she watched his gaze crawl ever so slowly over her body, resting between her legs.

“Now, I secure your hands.”

“Okay.” She couldn’t believe she was playing this game! But it was exciting. More than exciting, it was exhilarating, like a trip down a dangerous, thrashing river in a blow-up raft. She’d never toyed with danger before.

She liked toying with danger, she realized as Josh kneeled over her, his gorgeous erection inches from her nose as he strapped her wrists onto a second spreader hooked to the headboard.

She lifted her head and licked his cock, savoring his scent and taste. Pure heaven! Look at that stomach! It was right out of a Calvin Klein ad. And those thighs… Everything about his body screamed sex appeal. She ran her tongue down his erection and nuzzled his balls.

He growled and moved out of her reach—damn him!

“It’s my turn.” He smiled.

She liked the hint of devil in that smile. Curious, anxious to see what would happen next, she watched him. He shifted his weight slowly, every minute movement seemingly intentional. His cock brushed by her mouth, and she lunged forward to try to taste it.

“No-no. I said it’s my turn. You lie still.” He lifted himself on hands and knees, corded muscles in arms and shoulders flexing into delicious lines. She swallowed.

He dropped his torso lower until his skin was a hair’s breadth from her breasts, and she arched her back to make contact.

“I said lie still.”

She flattened her back.

“You must play the game by the rules.” He lowered his face until his mouth nearly touched hers. “Don’t move, or you will pay the consequences.”