You Really Got Me (17 page)

She drew in a sharp breath and her eyes widened. “Jason.”

“I decided I should give all that up. So when I moved here to Las Colinas, I wasn’t just starting a new career. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, but if that happened, I was going to accept vanilla. But when I met you…I felt it again. Couldn’t stop it. I felt like…you needed it too. Like we could give each other something.”

He let silence expand around them for a moment. He could see she was thinking.

“Well,” she finally said. “First of all, you’re not a sadistic animal. You already know that. Just the fact that you question yourself about that means you’re not. Second of all—God, Jason! How could you even think you were anything like Linc? Holy Angelina Jolie, that is so outrageous. I mean, I guess I understand why you’d wonder, but geez, you have to know you’re not like him.” She laid a palm on his face. “Not at all.”

Chapter Twelve

He opened his eyes and the raw emotion in them made her chest ache.

“Thank you,” he said, voice low and rough. His eyes closed again and he pressed his face into her palm. “That means…so much.”

“And third,” she continued softly. “You were right. I do need it too.”

His eyes lifted to her face. “What are you saying, Kendall?”

“I’m saying, I want you to do those things to me. It’s confusing to me too, and I’m still not sure I need to be tied up, but…” Her throat worked as she paused. “I like that feeling, when you’ve taken control away from me and I can just…be. Without worrying about the million things I’m always worried about. Without feeling guilty or ashamed. Just being…free. I like it when it hurts. I mean…”

“I know what you mean,” he said, holding her gaze.

“You do?”

“Yeah. And you know I’d never really hurt you…right?”

She nodded slowly.

“It takes courage to do the things we’re most afraid of. But I know you’re brave enough,” he continued, his voice husky. “And I know you’re strong enough.”

“If I let you tie me up…what will you do?”

His mouth curved into a wicked smile. “Anything I want.”

Her pussy gave a warm squeeze.

“Roll over. Onto your back.”

Heart banging against her ribs, she obediently did as he asked as he moved off the bed and crossed to a dresser. When he returned, he held a length of rope in his hands.

“Bend your knees.”

She slid her bare feet over the silky sheet closer to her body, her knees bending. He pushed her legs apart and back, feet lifting off the bed, exposing her so intimately to him, and then began to bind her, confidently using the length of rope to fasten her wrists to her ankles in such a vulnerable pose of submission she had to close her eyes. Once more, fear mingled with excitement. Anticipation sizzled over her body, wondering what he would do to her. She swallowed, her throat tight and dry.

He’d given her a safe word, long ago, which she’d almost laughed at, because she’d never felt a need to safe out of anything they’d done. She knew she could stop him, with that one word.

But she didn’t want to.

Her body had become his, to do with as he wanted, with her not knowing if his plans involved pleasure, pain…or both. Arousal flared inside her belly. But also still a flicker of fear. Fear of letting go.

The ropes at her wrist and ankle didn’t hurt, rather felt snug and secure. She tried to close her thighs, but his hands firmly held them apart.

“Relax into the ropes,” he commanded her softly. “Let go, Kendall.”

She tried to obey, keeping her eyes closed, letting her body relax into the pose and the embrace of the ropes. His hands began to move over her heated skin, callused fingertips abrading sensitive nerve endings, sweeping down her sides, then back up, grazing the outsides of her breasts.

“I said I’ll do anything I want,” Jason said quietly. “But the truth is, whatever I do, I do it for you, Kendall.”

She floated up to another level of sensation as Jason took ownership of her body, touching her everywhere, now between her legs, cupping her pussy so that she pulsed into his palm.

“So soft,” he murmured. “So sweet.” When he tapped her there, she twitched hard and heat stabbed deeply through her core. God, yes! He spanked her there again, and she soared higher on that dark, edgy sensation.

She sensed him move on the bed, moving away from her, and then his tongue touched her pussy and she flinched with almost unbearable delight. Her body rippled with pleasure as he slowly licked up and down, pushing her legs back even more to expose all of her.

He licked her again, once, slowly, and another shudder worked its way through her body. Her eyes fell closed again, focused on that moment, everything else slipping away, all her worries, all her responsibilities, all her fears, just Jason’s mouth on her, his tongue stroking her up into an agony of pleasure, helpless to do anything but enjoy it, to simply feel.

“Babe,” he murmured. “So beautiful. Can’t tell you how it excites me seeing you like this. So open for me, so beautiful and trusting. Fuck, Kendall.”

And there was that feeling of power again, the knowledge that
she
was exciting
him,
that she was giving something so special to him by doing this. It made her feel strong and generous, even while he was giving her so much pleasure.

He licked up and down her folds, sucked gently on her soft flesh, then licked even lower, all the way down to the cheeks of her ass. He nipped her there with his teeth and rubbed his stubbled jaw over her, inciting another torrent of sensation.

She’d never in her life felt so free. So beautiful. So connected with not only her body but with Jason. She wanted even more, wanted to be taken higher. She wanted to give him more.

His tongue found her clit and rubbed over it, then sucked it into his mouth. She cried out, sensation peaking…but then he lifted his mouth and left her pulsing into nothingness.

“Oh! No! What…?”

He moved again, sliding her body across the bed until her head was right on the edge. She opened her eyes, questioning him, and he bent and kissed her mouth, sharing her taste with her, so erotic and forbidden.

Then he climbed off the bed to stand behind her and she gazed up at his upside down image, his face drawn into stark lines of hunger and arousal. He held his cock and directed it to her mouth, tipping her head farther back with his other hand, lifting her chin. “Open,” he commanded softly, and her lips parted obediently.

Liquid pleasure flowed through her veins, beneath her skin, her pussy clenching hard with desire as he rubbed the head of his cock over her lips.
Oh my God, oh my God.

And then he was pushing into her mouth and all she could do was lie there and open for him, his shaft thick and heavy and delicious on her tongue, tasting of clean male and hot arousal. His gaze seared her with erotic hunger and once more she had to close her eyes to the sensations whipping over her as he filled her mouth with slow and gentle yet determined strokes, his fingers tightening on her jaw.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take it. Take it all.”

Her eyes flew open to meet his and he gave her a taut but reassuring smile. “It’s okay, it’s okay. I won’t hurt you. Trust me.”

She swallowed and he gave a hoarse shout. “
Holy Christ
.”

She gave herself over to the sensation, the sheer pleasure found in being alive, free and feeling. Her body relaxed
,
opening for him, his thick length sliding over her tongue, into her throat, grazing her teeth as he fucked her mouth. Once more, she began to float, everything else falling away, her head going quiet.
Ecstasy.

She had no sense of time, drifting until he pulled out of her mouth with a low grunt of pleasure. He caressed her jaw, rubbed his fingers over her lips. “Beautiful,” he said again.

Through a red haze of bliss she was dimly aware of his hands on her body, lifting her, pushing her legs together and turning her onto her side. She vaguely heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper. Then he shifted behind her and pushed into her body from behind, the angle deep, hitting nerve endings still sensitive from her earlier orgasm. His touch grew rougher, his hands hard on her body.

“Shhh.” He pulled her hips back against his and fucked her like that, so hard, so deep, and she was helpless to do anything but let him claim her body. “Wanna fuck your ass,” he growled, bending closer to her ear. “Not tonight. But some time.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah. It’s mine.”

Oh God, his words excited her and ignited an explosion inside her, and her orgasm swept outward, heat and sparks sizzling over her.

One hand reached for her hair, sliding up to the nape of her neck and fisting it there, pulling her head up sharply, and sensation cascaded from her scalp down her spine in delicious sparks. His other hand held her hip and he pounded into her, hard and exciting, until he went taut and still behind her, pulsing inside her, his balls contracting where they nestled against her ass as he came and came.

He fell over her, his breathing harsh in her ear, his hand sliding beneath her belly to hold her close. She felt his hands at the ropes, loosening them. She gave a whimper.

“Okay?” he asked. “Fingers okay? No numbness?”

He thought she protested because the ropes hurt, when in reality she found she didn’t want them removed. Strangely, she disliked having that safe and secure feeling taken away. “Leave them,” she whispered.

He paused, going very still. “Beautiful,” he murmured. He kissed her shoulder. “I’ll just loosen them a little.”

He held one wrist in both hands, gently rubbing beneath the loosened ropes, where they’d imprinted her flesh, then stroked up and down her arms, her hands. She began to tremble as he rubbed the other wrist and then stretched her legs out for her, massaging her.

Once again she found herself in a disoriented state, physical reaction overtaking her, a letdown from the incredible rush she’d just experienced. It wasn’t bad, but it was a little scary, and she curled into Jason’s arms and let him cuddle her and soothe her, absorbing his heat to stop the trembling, letting his strength calm her. The feel of the ropes, now loose at her wrists, comforted too. After a while, she felt a pleasant glow, an incredible relaxation, such a relief after all the stress she’d been feeling, and she drifted off to a deep sleep, barely disturbed when he got up to get rid of the condom and returned to wrap her up in his embrace.

“Okay, Chief, you need to see the results of the polygraph tests.”

Special Agent Barden stood in his office door Friday morning. Behind her, he could see Larry, Paul and Cade.

“Come on in.”

They all entered and stood around his desk while he looked at the reports.

“Two people failed the polygraph test.” Barden crossed her arms. “What do you want to do?”

“Bring them in again?” Larry asked.

Jason shook his head, his eyebrows pushing down as he viewed the two names. “No. Not yet. How are things going with the printouts of the security card records?”

“We’re getting there. There are some interesting things. We’ll have something for you by tomorrow. My team is searching the lab again as we speak.”

“Okay.” Jason leaned back in his chair, one hand behind his head. It was no surprise to him that Kevin Vioget had failed the polygraph test. He’d sensed he’d been lying all along. His eyes met Agent Barden’s. She frowned and rubbed her chin. Shit on a fucking stick. This was looking worse and worse for Kevin Vioget.

And for Kendall—who’d said Kevin was home that night with her.

He wanted to drop his forehead to his desk, but with the FBI agent sitting there, he tried to marshal his thoughts.

“How about this other guy?” She jerked her chin toward the papers on Jason’s desk. “What do we do about him?”

Jason pondered that for a moment. “What have we got on him? Let’s look at it all. And I need those computer records.”

“We’re working on them.”

“Work faster,” he snapped. She shot him a look and he tightened his lips. “This is hard on the family,” he added brusquely. “I met the parents yesterday. Mom’s devastated, Dad looks like he’s ready to have a stroke.” And Kendall was about to collapse from the stress of looking after everyone else. “They had to cancel the wedding. We have to figure this out. Like, now.”

Jason’s phone rang. He picked it up and nodded at the other two as they left his office. “Chief Holloway.”

“Hello, Chief. This is Carmela Olvero.”

He straightened. The mayor. His boss.

“Hello, Ms. Olvero. How are you?”

“I’m well, thank you. I’m calling about the Natalia Debarros case.”

Of course she was. Jason ran a hand across his eyes. “What can I do for you?”

“Just wondering how the investigation is going.”

He breathed out slowly through his nostrils. “We’re working hard on it.” The mayor was a successful realtor who’d run for office several years ago. She was a respected businesswoman and now reasonably respected as mayor, as much as any politician could be. She’d made some enemies for sure, but overall seemed to be doing a good job, and Jason had had no problems working for her. He supposed it wasn’t all that surprising that she’d be calling about a high profile case like this.