Текст книги "TORMENTED"

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Chapter 10 – Harrison

I woke a few hours later with Eva still wrapped around me. I’d given her what she needed, but now my own need had taken over my body. It was impossible to feel her tits as she breathed in and out against me and not be aroused.

I’m only a man.

Her hand snuck up to my cheek and rested there, but she didn’t open her eyes or change her breathing pattern. I leaned into her palm and closed my eyes, just savoring her closeness for a long moment.

How the simple things are also the best things.

Tracing her lips with my fingers and caressing down her throat with the back of my hand, I marveled at how deeply she slept, and how fucking gorgeous she was when she relaxed completely.

Running my hands lightly over her breasts and down her ribcage, I sought the warmth between her legs. I pushed her thighs slightly apart and moved the boy-leg panties to the side before caressing softly over her smooth mound and slipping a finger in to find her clit.

She moaned softly in her sleep and opened her legs wider.

That’s my good girl.

Lazily, my fingers strummed her tiny bundle of nerves and I felt her pussy swell and become drenched with her arousal. Christ, I wanted to taste her so fucking badly, but I didn’t want to wake her yet. I slipped a finger inside her, then another, and slowly fucked her while my thumb kept up its work of circling her clit.

A soft moan escaped her lips and her hips moved slowly and rhythmically as her pussy rode my fingers. My dick hardened and strained against my jeans, and I cursed myself that I hadn’t removed them too. There was nothing I wanted more than to slip into Eva and fuck her slowly with no rush to orgasm or perform, just to enjoy her closeness and feel myself grow harder as I moved inside her.

As if she read my mind, Eva’s hands went to my cock and squeezed. Her eyes were still closed, and she spoke in a sleepy voice. “I want your cock inside, baby. Please.”

Jesus. I wasn’t denying her or turning her invitation down.

I undid my jeans and slipped them off, sending them to join my shirt in the corner. In that time Eva had rolled onto her stomach and was drifting back to sleep again. Gripping the panties, I pulled them down her legs and threw them onto the growing pile of clothes.

Fuck. I’d forgotten how gorgeous her ass was. Round and soft, it was the most erotic part of her, and my cock jerked with desire. On closer inspection, her ass cheeks felt a little hot from where she’d fallen earlier. I caressed the globes softly, then mapped them with my tongue, licking and kissing every square inch of her delectable backside.

She writhed and moaned with pleasure and then surprised me by rolling onto her back just as I was getting to really enjoy her.

A flash of disappointment washed over me but disappeared as quickly as it had come when she opened her eyes and all I could see in their dark depths was lust for me.

“Tie me up, Harrison. Own my body. Do to me whatever you want. I need to feel pain, and I want to feel pleasure. Fuck me until I pass out.”

She wants me to take control.

Fuck. My cock throbbed, and my brain went into a spin. She fumbled with the buttons of her shirt until I leaned over her and gripped the ends and ripped the shirt so that buttons scattered in all directions. I was getting good at this.

“Naughty cop. That’s the second shirt you ruined in a week.”

“You have no fucking idea how naughty, baby. I’m going to take every inch of your body. I’m going to make you squirm and scream. I’m going to own you.”

“Yeah. I want that.”

She wants to submit to me.

I undid her bra and pulled it off her body. Her nipples were hard already.

She licked her lips and smiled at me.

“What’s your safe word, Eva?”

“Safe word?” She frowned and wrinkled her nose while thinking. “Um . . . Ryder?”

I growled. Fuck, did she want me to lose my shit completely? Of all the words in the world, she chose that one?

“You sure that’s the word you want?”

“Yeah.”

Smart girl. There wasn’t another word she could pick that would make me stop dead in my tracks any faster.

I grimaced before conceding. “Okay, if that’s what you want.”

Control was about choosing one’s battles. A true master gave small concessions to set his submissive at ease. Knowing when to give and when to take. A very fine balance of power, shifting subtly from one to the other seamlessly.

Remembering that I’d seen rolls of tape on the kitchen counter when I’d gone to get the first-aid kit, I scooted off the bed and sprinted to the kitchen, my erection leading the way and my balls slapping painfully against my legs.

This is going to be so fucking good. As long as she doesn’t need the safe word, we’ll be just fine.

Chapter 11 – Harrison

Returning to the bedroom, Eva’s eyes widened when her gaze fell on the tape and plastic ties I held up with a triumphant grin.

I found her shirt—the one without buttons—and ripped it into long lengths.

“What—”

“No talking, baby. Just relax, okay?”

She nodded without a word. Good. I’d get her another silk blouse or two soon.

Twisting a length of fabric around her ankles, I bound them together quickly and then secured it with a length of tape wound around the fabric and both ankles. I took care not to let the tape touch her delicate skin, yet made sure she was securely tied up with a little bit of maneuvering space so that I didn’t cut off her circulation.

Next were her magnificent tits. I knotted three strips of fabric together and twisted it round on itself to resemble a rope, then wound that around her chest and back, crisscrossing and accentuating each breast until they both popped out and stood proud, her nipples engorged by the extra blood supply.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful.”

Still she said nothing, only gifting me with a smile. I’d never done this to a woman before, but I’d seen pictures of rope work on the internet recently, and I’d wanted to try it. With Eva, of course.

Fighting the temptation to suck on her magnificent tits, I forced myself to stay in control. I couldn’t cave and give in to my own desire until I’d given her the pain and pleasure she craved.

“Your wrists, baby.”

Without hesitation, she pushed them together and held them out to me. I repeated the process with the cloth and tape, and the way I fastened her wrists caused her arms to press into her sides, making her tits even more pronounced.

She blushed, fully aware of how she looked—vulnerable and sexy as fuck.

I spread her knees open wide, sucking in a breath as my gaze fell on her glistening pussy. She was dripping for me already. I salivated, greedy to taste her and eat her out.

Be the master.

My heartbeat quickened, and I had to suck oxygen deeply into my lungs to retain control and not just dive right in, as I naturally wanted to. Stretching it out, denying ourselves for as long as possible was sweet torture, but made it oh so fucking good.

Eva bit into her lip as I stared at her wet-as-fuck cunt.

“Now that is the most beautiful sight on the fucking planet,” I said as I gripped my cock and gave it a few hard tugs, inhaling the smell of her desire that filled the room. I fucking loved the smell of sex. There was nothing like it on earth.

With my head spinning and intoxicated by lust, I ran the last piece of fabric between my fingers to smooth it out. “And now, I’m going to blindfold you.”

I hovered over her as I tied the fabric over her eyes, testing that she wasn’t able to cheat and peek from under the soft silk. Eva’s breathing sped up and her chest heaved with anticipation.

Walking to her closet, I found a thin suede belt hanging around a soft jacket. I pulled it from the loops impatiently. Flicking through her clothes, I found another soft leather belt and wrapped it around my wrist with a grin.

An open box stood by my feet and as I peered in, my eye fell on a feathery hat—the kind women wore to the races and those girly tea parties Eva and Jade were fond of. I chuckled softly. Perfect. I plucked a long purple feather from the hat and a shorter black one too.

Upon opening the third drawer, I found my other prize: lying on top of silky underwear was a pink vibrator. I didn’t need to test it to know that it would be fully charged.

I had everything I needed.

Tonight’s play will be like nothing either of us has ever experienced.

My voice was deep and calm when I spoke. “Trust me, Eva. I’m going to give you everything you need and want.”

“Yes,” she whispered, then pursed her lips.

“First I have to punish you for sending me away. It will hurt, but trust me, the pleasure you feel burn through your body afterwards will be so worth it.”

A soft moan escaped her lips, and I noticed a few small beads of perspiration on her upper lip and brow. Using the shorter feather, I tickled her nipples, teasing them until they stood hard like pebbles. Switching to the long purple feather, I tickled around her navel and glided it over her pussy and down between her thighs, making her writhe and squirm.

“Hmmm,” she hummed. Goosebumps scattered over her smooth skin.

I rolled her onto her stomach and bit into the ample flesh of her ass. She yelped, raising her bottom from the bed, which was exactly what I wanted. Propping her up on her elbows, with her delectable ass in the air, I took a step away to admire the dip of her back where it curved upward. I licked my lips. Her pussy sat ripe between her legs, glistening and begging for me to eat it.

Control.

I’m the master.

I drew in a ragged breath and gritted my teeth. With a soft swish, the leather belt traveled through the air and landed across her ass. Eva let out a hiss and clenched her ass cheeks. Four more strokes and a crisscross pattern had formed on the smooth skin, slight welts rising where the belt had left its mark.

Eva groaned each time the leather connected, each groan louder than the last.

“That’s for telling me to leave,” I ground out between lashings. Reaching for the glass, I removed a cube of ice and ran it smoothly over her skin, licking the trail of water with my hot tongue as I moved the ice over the welts.

Her soft moan told me she liked that I was soothing her. I kept going until the ice cube had completely melted.

Gripping her by the shoulders, I flipped her onto her back and kissed her lips. She sucked hungrily at mine before I pulled away.

I switched to the thin suede belt, folding it double so that two ends dangled in my hand.

“And this is for not telling me where you were out so late.” I was still pissed that she refused to tell me.

The suede flashed across her breasts, lightly connecting with her pebbled nipples. Eva bit into her lip. I was waiting for her to use her safe word, hesitating between each lashing to give her a chance to bail out. All I got was a deep moan, a mix of her pleasure and pain.

Fuck, it turned me on beyond anything I’d ever experienced.

Gripping her knees, I spread her legs open again. They lay in a V, since her ankles were still tied together.

“Ready, baby?”

She looked sexy as hell as she blew the hair sticking to her forehead away from her face in preparation for whatever I was dishing out next.

Eva gasped as the suede connected to her pussy. I knew it didn’t hurt as much as what it would shock her. I bet nobody had ever spanked her there before. Her body was mine. Nothing was off-limits, unless she told me so.

Panting hard, Eva’s whole body glistened with a sheen of fine sweat. It was as much the fact that she didn’t know what was coming as well as the complete unexpectedness of every blow that was the trick to turning my woman on more than I’d ever seen her before.

I checked her face for signs of how she was handling this, and was astounded. Her lips curved upwards and her cheeks glowed. Fuck me.

Eva was loving this.

Once I was satisfied that she was okay, it was time to reward her.

I kissed her lips and then gave her tits the attention they deserved. Placing a fresh ice cube between my teeth, I traced around her nipples and then down the lines of her curves all the way to her pussy. She shuddered a few times, letting out small gasps as I traveled down her body.

The first ice cube had already melted by the time I reached her dripping cunt. I sucked another into my mouth so that my tongue was ice cold, then ran the flat end over her clit.

She jerked once and then I inserted the ice cube inside her.

“Oh God,” she whimpered, “I can’t take much more. I need to come.”

“No, not yet,” I said, popping a large ice cube between her lips. “Suck that, baby.”

She sucked the ice cube and my fingers into her mouth, biting down hard. My sweet torture had pushed her to the edge. I swore out loud, then chuckled softly. My girl was ready for the next step.

Chapter 12 – Harrison

Sitting on my knees, I leaned forward. “Take my cock. Suck it with your cold mouth.”

I pushed the tip against her lips and she swallowed me whole, swirling the piece of ice around my shaft with her tongue.

Holy hell. It was hot as fuck.

Thrusting my hips back and forth, I fucked her mouth until I was on the edge of coming. Reluctantly, I pulled my dick away and leaned in for a kiss to calm myself down. I tasted myself on her lips and smiled.

“We’re so fucking hot together, baby. You and me.”

“Hmmm,” she hummed again.

Christ, I loved her sex sounds. Every nuance of her voice told me how much she was enjoying this.

Tearing open the foil of a condom, I expertly rolled the latex onto my hard dick. I leaned back and found the pink vibrator on the bed and switched it on, running through the different speeds until I found the pulse mode.

Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz. Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz.

Pleased, I grinned. I loved that sound.

I teased her clit for a while and then inch by inch, thrust it inside her, fucking her slowly.

“Oh God, oh God, go faster. Harder.”

I didn’t.

“Give me your cock. Fuck me with your cock!”

I had other plans for my cock.

“I am going to fuck you with my cock, just not like you think. Hold on.”

I flipped her over again, pulling her ass against me, still holding the vibrator inside her.

“Ready for my cock?”

“Yes. Give it to me.” Her voice was hoarse and desperate.

Slowly, I nudged my cock inside her ass, holding onto her hip with one hand and the vibrator with the other. I could feel it pulse from her pussy to her ass straight to my cock.

Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz. Bzzz, bzzz, bzzz.

Who said vibrators were for the pleasure of women only?

Thrusting into her again and again, my eyes rolled to the back of my head as sensations of pure pleasure spread through my body.

“Fuck, I’m going to come soon,” Eva panted, nearly breathless.

I kissed her neck, my breath hot and shallow, and my chest heaving with exertion. I was ready for the mother lode of orgasms to hit us.

“Let go, Eva. Come with me.”

“Harrison,” she screamed, as I bit into her shoulder and picked up my pace, fucking her ass with my cock and her pussy with the vibrator. It was every one of my fantasies come true.

“That’s my good girl,” I groaned as I let go of every inch of control and gave myself over to her. “Mine. You are mine, Eva.”

Just as Eva was about to collapse her legs, I pulled her up against me, my cock still inside her. I kissed her ear and then loosened the blindfold.

I pulled out of her slowly, rolling off the condom, then I knotted it and flung it toward the pile in the corner. Carefully, I turned her around to face me. I tilted her face to mine; I wanted to see her eyes.

“Like that, baby?”

“Yeah, oh yeah.” Her lips were swollen from where she’d bitten into them.

“Me too. So fucking much.”

Chapter 13 – Eva

Harrison had given me everything I craved—the pain, the pleasure, the torture and the release. I hadn’t come that hard in a long time.

He cut me loose and massaged my wrists and ankles, one by one. I was spent and exhausted and also deeply satisfied.

“You surprise me, Eva.”

“I do?”

His face wore an expression of admiration. For me?

“Yeah. Contrary to popular belief, it takes a very strong woman to submit to a man. Giving up control shows your courage and fearlessness.” He hesitated for a moment. “And trust.”

“Do you trust me, Eva?”

I blew out a long breath as I thought about his question. “Yeah, I do. I don’t know exactly why, but I trust you implicitly.”

His eyes crinkled at the sides when he smiled. “Good. I’m glad.”

“Except . . .” I paused for effect, narrowing my eyes at him.

“Yeah?”

“Except when you undress me. That was an expensive shirt you ripped to pieces. It takes a lot of money to look that casual.”

“I’ll replace it. And any past and future underwear or item of clothing I destroy in my haste to get inside you.” He met my gaze and held it.

Heat spread through my body at his words. It was a promise, not a threat. I loved that he was greedy for me, but replacing my favorite items of clothing wouldn’t be all that easy nor cheap, and I wasn’t sure if Harrison made enough money to afford to keep shredding my designer threads.

“At least I have an awesome safe word. And if you ignore that, I will put the man himself onto you,” I said, laughing.

Harrison didn’t find my joke as funny as I did. “My dick will go limp instantly if you use your safe word, so no chance of needing to call your brother.”

Wanting to change the subject, I snuggled closer to Harrison. I placed my head on his chest and he wrapped a muscled arm around my shoulders. There was something I’d been meaning to ask him but never felt it was the right moment. I took a deep breath before plunging in.

“This tattoo really means something to you, doesn’t it,” I said softly as my fingertips stroked the skin above his heart. Nobody would have themselves permanently inked with the word Karma, and a sword that had a drop of blood dripping from it and it not be deeply personal.

“Yeah, it does. No prizes for guessing that I strongly believe in the golden rule. What a person sows is what they reap. That’s why I enforce justice.”

“Interesting. And the drop of blood? What does that mean?”

“That’s for Amy and the baby. The sword is for vengeance. The fight for justice.”

“Hmmm,” I hummed, deep in thought.

“So what’s it for you, Eva? Mercy or justice?”

“No question. Mercy. Definitely mercy over justice.”

“I figured that much. You have a good heart.”

“So do you; underneath that tough-guy exterior is a great heart. I’ve seen it even though you try to hide it.”

“Why would I hide it? You give me too much credit, sweetheart. When somebody shows you who they are, believe it.”

“That’s exactly how I do know. Every now and then you knock my breath away by doing something incredible for someone else.”

“I’m just doing my job, that’s all. I can hardly take praise for being a good guy.”

“You can fool others, Harrison, but not me. I see through you.”

The scary thing, it was true. I saw what nobody else did. Unless I was so desperate to see something else there other than hatred, anger and retaliation.

The snort he let out made me smile. Of course he wasn’t going to agree with me and I had to suppress the urge to run my hands through his already messy hair.

I glanced at the clock. “It’s two in the morning, and I’m hungry.” I’d eaten plenty of Thai food earlier, but my stomach was rumbling. Lately I had a voracious appetite.

“You didn’t have dinner?” Harrison raised an eyebrow.

“Do alcoholic beverages count as a food group?”

He rubbed his chin. “Still evading my question.”

“When I drink a lot of wine, especially red wine, it makes my metabolism speed up like crazy. Add sex to that and I’m ravenous.”

My stomach rumbled again. Louder this time.

Harrison laughed. “Vigorous exercise like sex can have that effect on a person. We’ll have to fix that problem.”

“What, no more sex?”

“Fuck, you are adorable. And such a tease.” He tucked my hair behind my ear and kissed my forehead. “And no, it means I’ll have to see what I can rustle up in your kitchen.”

“Um, I hardly have anything in the refrigerator or pantry. I’m trying to empty it out before I move.”

“You have eggs? And bread?”

“Yeah, I give Miu-miu an egg every couple of days to keep her coat shiny. So there should be some in the fridge. The bread may be a little stale,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “But there is juice and coffee.”

Harrison’s eyes raked my body where I leaned against the top railing of the bed. “You’re getting too skinny, Eva. You need to eat better meals, baby. I don’t want you breaking when I fuck you.”

Slapping his arm, I laughed. “Don’t be ridiculous. I won’t break. And besides, a girl can never be too skinny, too beautiful, or too rich in this town.”

Grabbing a handful of my ass, he grinned at me. “Just make sure this stays as sexy as it is, and I’m a happy man.”

“You think I’m sexy?” I drawled, tracing my finger along his jaw.

“Fuck yeah. You’re the sexiest woman I know. And I know, um, a few.” He grinned sheepishly. Pulling the sheet around my body, I had the sudden urge to hide my nakedness from him.

“I’m sure you do,” I said, a pain twisting my heart. I wasn’t the jealous type, so it took me somewhat by surprise to find that I hated the idea of Harrison with other women.

Rolling off the bed, Harrison strutted to the doorway before turning his naked body around and gifting me with the sight of his magnificent torso, his perfect smile, strong muscular legs and very needy cock nearly taking my breath away. I’d never tire of looking at him, although in this case I was probably staring more than just looking.

“I’m glad you like what you see,” he said with a cocky grin, “But I’m going to go fix the woman of my dreams something to eat.”

Woman of his dreams? Wow!

“By the way, where is that pesky dog of yours? She hasn’t nipped at my ankles for a while.”

“She’s staying with my father while I pack. She comes to visit on weekends, but during the week I’m leaving her at the mansion until I’ve settled into my own place.”

“Makes perfect sense. Although she is a damn good little watchdog. Her bark and bite can compete with that of any other vicious dog.”

“Are you missing Miu-miu? I can always let you babysit her for a while.” I loved teasing him just to get a reaction.

“No comment. Let me go to the kitchen before my mouth gets me into more trouble.”

I laid back against the pillows and rubbed my wrists. What a crazy ride this had been. When Nolan had cheated on me and I’d kicked his ass out, I’d never imagined it would be one of the best things that had happened to me because in a strange and twisted way, I had the distinct feeling that I would never have ventured out of my comfort zone with him as much as I had since meeting Harrison.

The delicious aroma of toast drifted to the bedroom. One thing was certain—the high and mighty senator would never in his wildest dreams consider cooking anything for me. He’d never made me as much as a cup of tea or coffee after dinner, never mind gone to the kitchen to rustle something up after midnight. My ex’s MO was to turn around and go to sleep as soon as he rolled off me.

I mused over how Nolan had liked to control me, which was far more like manipulation than mastery. I never felt at ease with the way he made me feel lesser than him.

How different my life had become. I loved that I felt empowered enough by Harrison to let him ‘control’ me. In spite of submitting to him, I was, in reality, the one with all the power.

Ten minutes later, the naked cop came back to the bedroom carrying a tray laden with food.

“Sit up, sweetheart. Let’s get you fed.”

“It smells divine. I never knew you were good in the kitchen.”

“There are a lot of things you don’t know about me. I wouldn’t say I was a great cook, but being a sworn bachelor meant I had to learn some basic skills if I didn’t want to live on take-out only. Oh, and the occasional meal at my parents’ house.”

He set the tray in front of me. Soft poached eggs sat on top of hot buttered toast and made my mouth water.

“Thank you. It’s the nicest thing anyone has done for me in a long time.” I meant every word.

Harrison let out a hearty laugh. “See? I do have uses, other than my amazing talents in bed. Hopefully you won’t send me home ever again.”

Deciding to play along, I grinned at him. “I think you’re right. If you can whip up something this delicious in just ten minutes, you may be a keeper.”

Okay, maybe those weren’t the right words after all. Harrison went quiet for a long moment.

I ate my midnight snack before it got cold, a little embarrassed by the implication of my comment.

“By the way, you never told me if you found a dress for the event? That was what you went shopping for today?”

“Um no, I didn’t find what I was looking for. But I will. I still have time.”

Harrison’s head snapped up, and he raised an eyebrow as he said, “That doesn’t mean you’re backing out, does it? Because I wouldn’t blame you if you decided against being my date.”

I placed a hand on his arm. “No, silly, it means I couldn’t find a dress I liked, that’s all. I’ll be there to see your team win the award, even though I’m not sure exactly what it is that you do. You’re always so secretive; I’d swear you were an undercover agent posing as a cop.”

“You watch way too much television, and your imagination is running away with you. I’m just a lowly cop fighting crime who got a bit of a promotion. That’s all.”

He was trying to reassure me, but there was something in the strained tone of his voice that made me wonder if I hadn’t hit the nail exactly on the head. Harrison never wanted to give me or anyone who asked too many details about his job. All Jade had told me was that it was extremely dangerous, and Ryder saw him as his worst enemy.

I let it go because Harrison had clammed up, his jaw set rigid and his eyes hard.

There was a lot more to the man than what he was willing to admit. Maybe one day he’d trust me implicitly and tell me the whole truth.