Текст книги "Dangerously Bound"

Автор книги: Eden Bradley

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She never got tired of looking at his muscled chest, the ridges of his abs. The narrow line of dark hair leading into the waistband of his jeans. She bit her lip as he unzipped them, knowing he always went commando. In seconds he was kicking the denim away and, naked, he lowered himself over her.

She reached for him, her hands hungry for the weight of his already hard cock, but he took both wrists with a low growl and spread her arms out to the sides. He lowered his mouth, and she felt the heat of his breath on the side of her breast before he bit in savagely.

“Ah! Mick . . .”

But the pain was immediately washed away in a flood of endorphins and that sense of being his she craved down to her bones.

She moaned quietly, and he licked at the sore spot, sucked the tender skin. She was going wet, loving his mouth on her, his teeth.

“God, when you bite me . . .” she said, groaning.

“When I bite you, what?” he murmured against her skin.

“It makes me feel . . . owned.”

“Do you want that? Do you like it when I leave marks on you? Tell me, Allie girl.”

“Yes. I love to be marked. I love to look at them and remember it was you.”

“Did you look at your marks while I was gone, baby? Did you want to remember me?”

She licked her lips. “Always. Always, Mick.”

“Allie . . .”

He moved down to her stomach, kissed her there softly, his mouth hot and lingering before he nipped at her flesh.

“Oh . . .”

He paused for a moment, blew onto her skin, tickling her, then he bit. Hard.

“Oh!”

She reached for him, buried her fingers in his hair, but he pushed her hands away and she knew she was to try to hold still. She lowered her arms, spread out on each side, a lovely, liquid sense of obedience flooding her.

He moved to another spot and bit again, and once more she cried out but she didn’t move.

It hurt like crazy. Her body was lighting up with need.

He bit her again and again, moving lower until he was at that tender juncture between hip and thigh. He bit down hard, pulled back just long enough for her to take in a gasping breath, to fist her hands in the duvet. Then he did it again.

“Fuck, that hurts!”

He chuckled. Held her down with both hands on her thighs and did it once more, biting her so hard she didn’t know how much more she could take.

“Ah!”

“Is it too much? Tell me.”

“It’s . . .” She was panting hard from the pain, from the pleasure. “It’s almost too much. And not enough. Please, Mick. I need more.”

His voice was a guttural growl, rasping steel on gravel. “Do you have any idea what it does to me to hear you say these things?” He grabbed her by the waist and picked her up, shoved her farther up the bed. “Do you know how fucking rock-hard I am for you right now?” He got on his knees, sitting back on his heels, shoved her legs apart and yanked her body in, his arms wrapping around her back as he lifted her until she was straddling his lap, his fingers digging into her flesh. She grabbed onto his arms to steady herself.

“This is why,” he gasped as he pressed her hips into his, her open, soaking wet sex coming up against his solid shaft. “This is why I was always so damn careful with you. Because with you . . . Fuck . . . You unleash the beast inside of me, Allie girl. And now it’s been pushed too far to contain.”

“Please,” she whispered, her arms winding around his neck.

He paused, his breath coming in ragged pants. “I’m going to hurt you.”

Her body was on fire. His pulsing cock pressed against her pussy lips, his hard chest crushed her breasts, and every inch of her skin needed him to touch, bite, strike, scratch.

“Yes. Do it, Mick.”

He picked her up, and there was one brief moment when she was held, suspended, his gaze boring into hers, his mouth beautifully loose with unbridled lust. Then he impaled her—there was no other word for it—stabbing into her so hard and fast she couldn’t breathe.

Right away he began a hard, punishing stroke, his thick cock plunging into her over and over. Pleasure spiraled, pain soared: his big ramming cock, his fingernails digging into her ass as he moved her up and down on his heavy shaft as if she were nothing more than a doll. And all the while he growled like an animal sprung from its cage. He fucked her like an animal. Mindless. Primal. Heat and pleasure and pain.

Her nails dug into the back of his neck, and all she could do was hang on to him while sensation took her over completely. She was helpless against what he was doing to her. Helpless against the waves that threatened to drown her as she started to come.

“Yeah, baby . . . Ah, Christ, baby girl . . .”

The words turned into a low muttering, then a thunderous growl until he threw his head back and yelled, bucking into her so hard it shook her all over, her climax shattering her to the core, her mind reeling.

“Mick!”

Pleasure and pleasure and pleasure, drowning out the pain. She clung to him, helpless in his arms. Rendered helpless by this pure need for him. For whatever he wanted of her. She wanted him to ravage her just like this. Wanted to be flesh to his flesh, and nothing more. It felt pure to her in some way she would never be able to explain.

The beast had been unleashed. And met the wildness inside her. And it was perfect.

*   *   *

“HEY.”

They were still panting, her arms and legs wrapped around him so tightly he could feel her heart beating against his chest. He could feel the warmth of every luscious curve of this girl’s body. His girl.

They were covered in sweat. He could smell it, their pheromones seeming to blend together perfectly, the perfume of sex. And beneath it something metallic . . .

“Baby, you’re bleeding,” he said, bringing his hand up to see the red spots on his fingertips.

“Hmm, what?” she asked sleepily.

“My nails must have scratched you when I grabbed your ass.”

“No big deal. I liked it.”

“I know you did. But let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl.”

He picked her up and carried her, still wrapped around his waist, her head resting on his shoulder in a show of utter trust that made his chest ache.

“I’m going to need to put you down for a sec.”

He unwound her legs from his waist, then her arms from around his neck, and sat her on the edge of the old claw-footed bathtub while he ran hot water in the stall shower.

“Come on. I’ve got you,” he told her as he helped her to her feet, held her close against his side and took her into the shower, the water cascading over their bodies.

“Mick?”

“What is it, baby?”

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“Get ready to hear it a lot. ’Cause it’s true. I’ve got you, Allie girl. My girl.”

She laid a soft kiss on his chest, her hands slipping over his back under the hot water. She looked up at him, her gorgeous golden-brown eyes glowing, the pupils wide. Water tipped her black lashes.

“Am I, Mick? Am I your girl?”

“You know how this works. Safe, Sane and Consensual. Do you want to be mine? Do you want to belong to me?”

His heart was like a hammer in his chest. Why did this feel so important? But hell, nothing had ever been as important as Allie. That was what he’d been running from since he was eighteen years old.

“Only if you want me. Really want me, Mick. Do you?”

He bent and kissed her sweet mouth, her cheek, her forehead, pulled her hand to his lips and brushed kisses over her fingertips.

“Allie. My baby girl. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted. And everything I ever will. God help me if I’m ever too stupid to see that again.”

She blinked up at him. “I’m a little spaced. Or maybe a lot. Can you tell me that again when I have my head on straight?”

“Until you get sick of hearing it.”

“I never will.”

He put his hands into her hair and kissed her long and hard, ignoring his split lip. Their tongues were wet, tangling, joining them together. Their arms were so tight around each other he could feel every bone in her lovely body.

His.

“Let me take care of you now,” he said, grabbing a big sea sponge, lathering it with soap, then turning her around so he could clean the small wounds left in her buttocks and hips. He ran the sponge over her skin and she sighed, pliant in his arms.

He’d never thought to see her like this, so completely submissive. So spent and loose and relaxed. He loved the fire in her. Loved her in this state even more because of that. He understood it meant more.

“Can you stand on your own, baby?”

“Yes.”

He took the sprayer wand and used it to wet her hair, then squeezed some shampoo into his palm and began to work it in.

“Oh, that’s nice,” she said, her voice a quiet sigh.

He massaged her scalp, working up a good lather before rinsing it out, then doing the same with the conditioner, working it through the ends of her long hair, then rinsing again.

She was waking up a bit more by then. She turned to him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and he winced.

Her brows drew together. “Let me look.”

He turned around and she laughed. “Boy, did I scratch the hell out of your neck and shoulders.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, smiling to himself.

“The skin opened in a spot or two.”

“Just wash it off for me.”

She did as he asked with gentle hands, pausing to stand on her toes and kiss the sore skin.

No one had ever treated him this way. Hell, he wouldn’t have allowed it. But this was Allie. And he couldn’t help but show her every side of him. Driven animal. Sensual being. Man who loved her.

Fuck.

He did. He loved her. Always had. Still did. Always would.

But . . . it was too soon to tell her. They needed to spend some time simply being together. See where it took them. Get to know each other all over again, like they’d talked about.

They had all the time in the world now, didn’t they?

The water was growing cooler. He shut the shower off and reached out to grab a thick, white towel from the rack, pulled it into the shower with them and wrapped Allie up in it before he stepped out and found another rolled up in a basket on the floor for himself. He slung it around his waist, helped her step out onto the white bath mat and dried her carefully: her slender arms, her long legs, the sleek curve of her shoulders, the rounder curves of her beautiful breasts. She stood quietly, letting him do it while the steam wrapped around them, keeping them as warm as the soft New Orleans air.

He slipped the towel between her legs to dry her there and she pulled in a small, gasping breath. Their eyes met. She smiled, stood up on her toes to kiss him and reached down to grasp his cock in her hand. Two long strokes was all it took. He grew rock-hard in an instant, tearing the towel from his waist with one hand while with the other he drew her in tight. He grabbed her and sat her on the edge of the tiled counter and spread her thighs. Her legs wound around him.

“Yes, Mick. Come on.” She reached between them, taking his cock in her soft hand again, her fingers feathering over the head.

He groaned, arching his hip into her fisted palm a few times, pleasure simmering low in his belly, making his cock pulse already. He grabbed her hand and pulled it away.

“Hey.”

“Shh.”

He quieted her by covering her lips with his, kissing her hard, his tongue forging into her mouth even as the split in his lip stung. She kissed him back hungrily, eating up his mouth. He was so fucking hard he couldn’t wait.

He grabbed her ass, raising her hips, and plunged into her.

Christ, she was all hot, sleek silk inside, wet and ready for him, taking him all.

She moaned, her head against his mouth. “Fuck me, Mick,” she whispered. “I need you to. I . . . need you.”

They were bucking into each other, and he reached between them to work her clit with his hand. In moments she was coming, her hot sex clenching around him as she called his name. Then he was coming and his voice was a howl. The world went black, his orgasm ripping through him, ripping his heart out and serving it to her on a platter.

Allie.

His.

Together.

He latched on to her neck, bit into her, licked at her skin, then kissed her as his body calmed.

He saw he’d left more teeth marks on her. But she didn’t mind. And he didn’t mind that he’d marked her, made her his in some tangible way.

Some distant part of him realized he was lost. Lost to her.

Didn’t matter.

All that mattered was that Allie—his Allie girl—belonged to him. Finally.

*   *   *

SHE WAS AWAKE but didn’t want to open her eyes in case she’d imagined that Mick was there with her, that everything would be okay. But in moments she realized the weight on her stomach was his strong arm flung across her body. Still without opening her eyes, she reached down and linked her fingers with his, smiling.

“You happy, baby?”

She opened her eyes to find Mick looking at her, his gray eyes clear as crystals in the soft morning light. “You’re up.”

“Well, I’m awake. Not up yet, but I’m sure we can take care of that in about . . . three seconds.”

He kissed her shoulder, then slid his hand over her stomach and between her thighs. “Ah, already wet for me, baby girl. And now I’m up.”

She giggled. She couldn’t help it. Heat shimmered through her when he teased her hardening clitoris. “And what are you going to do about that?”

“Anything I want. Isn’t that right?” He stroked her damp slit, pressed a fingertip inside her, making her groan.

“Yes, Sir.”

He pulled his hand away.

“So . . . the first thing I want . . . need to do is to ask if you’re on some kind of birth control, since I was too carried away to remember to use a condom. And just so you know, that has never happened to me before.”

“I always practice safe sex unless I’m with a long-term partner. But yes, I’m on the pill. And we’ve seen each other’s paperwork. God, you really know how to kill the mood, Mick.”

“On the contrary.” He threw back the covers and she saw his glorious erection. “I’m as hard for you as I was five minutes ago.”

“See? So kinky.”

“Are you going to try to tell me you’re not?” he challenged her.

“Not what? Kinky? Or still hot for you?”

He spread her thighs wide with his hand, pressed his fingers against her opening. They slid right in and she moaned, desire making a tight knot in her belly.

“Question number two answered. Let’s see about question number one.”

He scooted up until his back was against the pillows, and she watched him, wondering what he had in mind. But before she could figure it out, he grabbed her and flipped her facedown and naked on his lap.

“Mick, wait.”

“Nope. This is a test of your kinkability, baby. Now be quiet while I do horrible things to your delicious ass.”

He smacked one cheek hard enough to make her yelp.

“Quiet, now,” he ordered.

“I can’t!”

He smacked the other cheek just as hard.

“Oh!”

“If you can’t stay quiet, then I’m going to have to make you count.”

“Jesus, Mick.” She laid her head down on the cool sheets and waited.

He gave her a good hard slap. Her ass stung like mad. “That’s an extra one for you sassing me. Now count.”

He smacked her cheek and she had to work to convert the pain to pleasure. Before she had a chance to do that, he smacked the other cheek.

“You’re not counting.”

“Two.”

“Nope. That was one. The second one was to remind you.”

She bit her lip.

“Good girl.”

Another hard slap.

“Two.”

And another.

“Three,” she said breathlessly. It was really beginning to hurt as he layered sensation over her tender skin.

She heard him pull in a breath, and his hand came down again, catching both ass cheeks, right in the center.

“Oh! Four.”

The next few came in such rapid succession she squirmed in his lap.

“Oh no you don’t, princess. You’re not going anywhere.” He held her down with one hand on the small of her back. “How many is that?”

“Five, six and seven, damn it.”

“Excellent.”

“Fucking sadist,” she muttered.

He smacked her hard, the pain reverberating through her entire body.

“Ouch! Fuck, Mick! I suppose that one didn’t count?”

“It sure as hell didn’t. How many more do you think I’ve got for you?”

“Hundreds, I’m sure.”

He chuckled, slipped a hand between her thighs, found her sex wet with wanting. “You don’t seem to mind. Which I love about you, baby girl. And I know you can take a few more.”

He slapped her ass over and over—she had a hard time keeping up with the count.

“Eight, nine . . . eleven,” she gasped. “I think. Ah! Twelve?” She was panting, squirming hard in his lap, her hip coming up against his hard cock.

“Ten. You’re bad at math, baby,” he teased.

“I am not. It was twelve.” She kicked her feet, squirmed again. She was loving every minute of this delicious torture.

“Still,” he ordered. She complied, her body going loose at the mere tone of his voice.

He spread her thighs apart, pressed his fingers into her aching sex and began to pump.

“Mmm . . .”

He slipped them out and smacked her ass again, really hard this time. But the pleasure he’d given her allowed her to ride the pain out.

“What’s the count, baby?”

“Thirteen.”

“Ah, unlucky number thirteen. But you know, it’s lucky for some of us. It’s lucky for you today. And lucky for me.”

He lifted her and positioned her so she was on her hands and knees on the bed, and he came up behind her and grasped her hips.

“I am going to fuck you so damn hard, Allie girl. And you’re going to come and come until you scream.”

She hung her head, loving the sensation of yielding he’d created in her flesh, her mind.

She felt the heat of his body as he rocked his hips forward, even the fine hairs on his thighs abrading the hot, tender skin from the spanking. But she loved it. Loved it even more when he surged into her an inch at a time, holding her still with firm hands, not letting her ease back onto his cock.

Finally, slowly, he buried himself deep in her pussy.

She let out a soft sigh of pure pleasure at being filled by him.

“Shh, hold still for me, baby.”

He reached around her and filled his hands with her breasts, kneading the full flesh. She wanted to arch into his touch, but she knew to follow instructions. She bit her lip. Waited while pleasure suffused her, making her go warm and weak all over.

Finally he took her stiff nipples between his fingers and pinched, tugged, sensation a keen edge in her body, making her moan aloud. Making her arch her neck, her head coming up. He pinched harder, bringing pain sharply into the mix.

“Ah!”

Still holding her nipples firmly between his fingers, he used his strong forearms to bring her body up until she was almost sitting up on her knees, his cock still deep inside her. And slowly he began to fuck her.

“Ah, God, Mick . . .”

His thick cock slid in and out, in this position easily hitting her G-spot, and pleasure built quickly, a deep, thrumming rhythm. His cock and his hard, pinching fingers on her nipples causing sensation everywhere—thrilling, dazzling. Even better when he bit into her shoulder, his teeth sinking deep while his tongue swirled over her skin.

Her mind was spinning, out of control, pleasure and pain all one thing. He fucked her harder, his cock jackhammering into her, making her gasp with each punishing stroke. His hands wrapped around her breasts, pressing hard, hurting her. Making her dizzy with the desire for more.

He bit her harder. She felt his body tense and knew he was ready to come. And at that moment he reached down to pinch her clit, using his nails to bite hard into the sensitive flesh.

“Ah, God!”

It fucking hurt. But she was coming and coming, her hips arching into his hurting touch, back to take his big cock in deep. He was growling, panting, his teeth sinking deeper. And she was coming so damn hard the coming itself was painful, the pleasure almost too much to take. He fucked her harder, slamming into her, and she was drowning in the heat of his body, his scent filling her head as her climax crashed over her again and again.

“Ahhhhhh! Mick!”

“Baby, baby . . .”

They collapsed on the bed together. He was still inside her, still hard even though she knew he’d come. They lay on their sides, his taut stomach pressed against her back, his arms still around her. They were both slick with sweat. Lovely, that slippery friction of damp skin against damp skin. He slung one leg over her hip and pushed in and out of her almost lazily, his slowly softening cock causing small frissons of orgasm to shiver through her.

“Oh, that’s good,” she murmured, locking her fingers with his. He held on tight, brought their clasped hands up to her chest and nestled them between her breasts.

“I can feel your heart pounding,” he whispered into her hair. “So is mine.”

“I can feel it against my back,” she told him, “I can feel your heartbeat echoing all the way up my spine.”

They were quiet for a long time, simply relaxing, trying to catch their breath.

Finally he said, “This is it, you know. This is what I want.”

Her heart surged at hearing him say it. She’d thought that was what he’d meant when they’d talked the night before. But the confirmation was lovely to hear. She’d needed to hear it. “Me, too.”

He slipped out of her and rolled her over then, pulling her in close to his big body. He propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her. He was watching her again, searching her face.

“What is it, Mick?”

He shook his head, leaned in and kissed her cheek, her jaw, her neck, her shoulder. He was being so tender with her, so sweet it made her heart thump, her stomach flutter. Her nerves sang with the one truth she had known almost her whole life.

She loved him.

She nearly said the words. But she didn’t want anything to ruin this moment. She didn’t want to risk chasing him off with too much, too soon.

Instead she reached to trace the scar on his ribs. He flinched for a moment, but she looked up into his eyes and said quietly, “Let me, Mick. Share this with me. It’s a part of you.”

“It’s an ugly part.”

She shook her head. “It’s still you. It’s one of your life’s stories. It’s one you’ve never shared with me.”

“It’s one I’d rather not talk to anyone about.”

“This is me, Mick. Tell me. Please. It’s part of that transparency, right? How can we be together in the BDSM realm if I don’t know you as well as you know me? How can we have that ultimate connection—the power exchange—that’s so much a part of BDSM relationships if it’s not an exchange? I want that with you.”

He shook his head again and she thought he would argue. But after a few moments he said, “You’re right. But only because it is you, Allie.” He paused, ran a hand over his jaw, his eyes going dark and a little stormy. “Okay. I’ll tell you.”