Wicked
hot load of come. She hurried her movements on her clit, panting with need, groaning against his shaft as she sucked him, moving her mouth over him in rapid strokes now, squeezing his balls tight with one hand while strumming her clit with the other.She was close . . . so damn close.
Come in my mouth, Rand. Come on, baby, we’re both almost there.
When he pulled his cock out of her mouth and jerked her hand away from her pussy, she gasped in utter shock. He drew her to her feet, his gaze dark and angry, his breath sawing in and out with great effort.
What the hell was wrong with him? They were both seconds from one incredible dual orgasm.
“You’ll come when I say so, and it won’t be by your hand, Blair. You’re not in charge here, remember?”
No. No way. No fucking way had he just done this to her. She couldn’t even breathe, her clit was tingling, and within seconds she’d have burst into climax, and he wanted to control her orgasm?
“Are you out of your mind?”
He smiled, the half curl of his lips lethal and dangerous. “Oh, I know exactly what I’m doing. And so do you. You think you can turn the tables and control this. I warned you.”
She tried to wrench her arm away, but he held tight to her wrist. She looked down at his hand and back at his face. “You’re hurting me.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Let go.”
“I told you if you agreed to this weekend, I was in charge. You’re not going to call the shots, Blair. You’re not going to control this. I am.”
She took a quick glance at his cock. It was still rock hard and upright. And she was still throbbing and close to orgasm. Damn him. She was good at taking care of things. Why didn’t he just let her pleasure them both?
“Because you need to learn to let go,” he said, as if he’d read her mind.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You will.” He pulled his jeans up over his swollen cock, then bent down and shoved his shoulder into her belly and stood, throwing her over his back.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked as he headed out of the room.
He didn’t answer, just moved with a purposeful, swift stride down a narrow hallway, stopping only long enough to open a door and enter a darkened room. She tried to lift herself off, but in this position it wasn’t likely. His body was like a freakin’ rock, and he had a damn good hold on her.
Until she went flying, anyway, landing with a shriek.
On something soft.
A bed.
“Asshole!” She scrambled to her knees, her intent to launch herself right off the bed and leave. But he grabbed her hands and dragged her to the head of the bed.
The room was dark despite it still being light out, and she couldn’t make out much other than she was on a bed. Not much help. And he had a firm grip on her arms. No matter how much she struggled, it was like fighting a giant oak tree.
He made short work of wrestling her top off, dragging it over her head and tossing it away, then yanked her skirt down her hips and legs. She heard a jingle, then a clank, then cold steel clamped around her wrists as he tethered her to the iron bars of his bed, one wrist at a time.
“Rand, this is not funny.”
“Wasn’t trying to be,” he said, moving down to her feet.
This time it wasn’t cold steel he attached to her ankles but something a little softer—cotton rope maybe—that he tied around them as he secured her, legs spread, to the bottom of his bed. Despite her profound irritation, her nipples puckered, her clit quivering to life again.
Tied, spread-eagled, to Rand McKay’s bed. In the dark, hand-cuffs on her wrists and rope binding her ankles.
She was at his mercy.
* * *
Mercy!
His eyes adjusted to the darkness in the room, Rand watched Blair’s widen with anticipation and something else. Her breath caught as he fastened the last rope to the bars on his bed, signaling her that she wasn’t getting away this time. She wasn’t in charge anymore. He was.
She sucked in her lower lip, her nipples hardening, and as he inhaled and light filtered in the room, he smelled it on her, saw it on her face.
Arousal.
Oh yeah. She could feign anger or indifference as much as she wanted, but her body told the truth.
He reached behind him and flipped open the shutters partway, allowing a little daylight into the room. It bathed her body, showcasing her like a golden goddess.
“I keep it dark in here when I work nights and sleep during the day. But I definitely want your body in the light. I need to see you. And you need to watch what I’m going to do to you.”
She kept her lips firmly pressed together, her gaze narrowed. He allowed a smile as he walked around the bed, surveying his work, and stopped at the foot of the bed to look at her pussy spread open before him.
“You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen, Blair. Did you spend extra time preparing it for me today?”
“Asshole. I did no such thing.”
She was lying. He moved to the side of the bed and sat on the edge, lifting her foot. “And such sexy feet with your red-painted toenails. I’ll bet you like to have your toes licked, too, don’t you?”
She didn’t answer, but she sucked in an audible breath. Yeah, she liked it, all right. He stood and discarded his clothes, moving to the head of the bed. Like a wary victim of a predator, her gaze followed his every movement.
Rand palmed his cock and stroked it, though just the thought of fucking her this way had him hard in an instant. He’d been so close to shooting his load in her mouth, down her throat, wanting to watch her