He grasped his cock with his free hand and painted her lips with the drops of liquid pearling at the tip.
She wanted to defy him.
She wanted to suck him, to reach out and grasp his shaft with both hands and devour his flesh. But she would be giving up control to him if she surrendered to her desires, and that she wouldn’t do.
With careful restraint, she opened her mouth and licked his cock head, tilting her head back to watch his face, relishing the way his eyes glazed over as she took a long, slow swipe of his silken head.
Her belly quivered as she tasted him. Salty, wild like the man. So carefully in control as he watched her, his brows tilted upward, his breathing quick and labored as she swirled her tongue over the head, wrapping her lips around him and drawing his shaft inside the heat of her mouth.
“Christ,” he whispered, loosening his hold on her hair. “That’s good, baby. Suck it in.”
He surged forward, feeding her inch by glorious inch of his cock, his fingers tangled in her hair as she teased the swollen crest, feeling his heat slide between her lips.
What she wouldn’t give to let go, to cup his balls in the palm of her hand and milk him as she swallowed his cock.
But they played a game. A game she refused to lose. The stakes were high, and no matter how intense the sensations were, she would not give in.
Still, it was oh-so-sweet, his taste, his primal scent, compelling her to release her inhibitions and give him everything.
She wanted to. Oh, how she wanted to. Her body ached for him, her need for him beyond anything she could ever admit to even her two closest friends. They wouldn’t understand.
No one understood what she needed.
Only Rand knew. Because he matched the wildness within her, his muscles coiled and tight, the tension around them thick as he pumped his hips forward and slid his cock over her tongue. She suctioned him in, feeling him jerk in response as she tightened her mouth around him when he pulled back.
“Tease,” he whispered. “You like that, don’t you, baby? Your mouth was made to suck cock. Sweet, full lips and that hot tongue.”
He had no idea what she was capable of doing to him, how much she enjoyed his pleasure, what it did to her own body. She was wet, throbbing, pulsing between her legs with the need for his hand, his tongue, his cock down there.
She pulled back and lightly dragged her teeth over his cock head, feeling him shudder. Then she couldn’t resist touching him. She grabbed the base of his cock and began to stroke as she sucked, wanting what he had to give her, wanting everything.
She wanted the control, wrestling it away from him, going to the place where she was comfortable. She squeezed his shaft as she sucked the head, swiping her tongue over the fluids that escaped, using her other hand to gently palm his balls. When his cock lurched forward and speared her mouth, she knew she’d found his weakness.
“Fuck, Blair!” he groaned, tightening his hold on her hair, pumping forward to feed her more of his dick.
She had him now. No man could hold back, not even Rand. She took him deep, feeling his balls tighten under her grasp as he pushed forward, fucking her mouth with erotic movements that made her pussy cry out for attention.
She wanted his hips propelling forward in her cunt the same way, fucking her pussy the way he did her mouth. She let her lips do the work while she reached down between her legs to massage the unbearable ache, wanting to come when he did. She found her clit, knew how little it would take to get her there, knew how close he was to giving her a 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.