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 toe-nails. 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 throat move as she swallowed every drop of his come. It made his balls ache just thinking about how good it would have been.
But that would have put Blair in control. And that’s what Blair wanted, what she was used to.
He intended to turn her world upside down this weekend, and that meant she didn’t get to be in charge.
He wanted her complete and total surrender, which meant his needs had to wait.
Or maybe not. He crawled onto the bed and straddled her chest, still stroking his cock, wanting her to see it, to watch him, to know that he could do whatever he wanted.
To himself or to her.
And she could only watch.
He grasped the shaft tight, then moved forward, slipping back and brushing against his balls, letting the groan escape his lips. “Your mouth was sweet and hot on my dick, Blair. You suck cock like you were born for it.”
Her lips parted on a quivering breath as she focused on the movements of his hand.
“Want to wet it for me while I stroke it? Lick the head a little? I do like your mouth.”
She swallowed, then nodded, but didn’t say a word. Bracing his hand on the wall over the bed, he leaned over her, sliding just the head between her lips.
Like wet hellfire, scorching him as she swirled her tongue around the crest, then wrapped her lips around him and sucked him in. His cock jerked against the roof of her mouth, and she groaned, the little hum making his balls dance in agony. He couldn’t help it. He released his hold and drove in deeper, feeding her inch by inch of his dick. She took it all. Watching his cock disappear between her lips was like selling his soul to the devil herself.
God, he wanted to come in her mouth.
But not yet, and not this time.
She was going to come first. She was going to surrender.
Body and soul. He wanted it all.
“You’ve tasted me, now I need to taste you.” He pulled his cock out of her mouth, wincing as it made a popping sound. She didn’t want to give it up, damn greedy little thing. He liked that she held on so tight, that she enjoyed sucking him.
He bent over her and brushed the top of her head with his mouth, taking a deep breath. Her hair smelled like summer rain. Moving down, he kissed her forehead, her eyelids, lingering there when she opened her eyes and regarded him warily.
He kissed the top of her nose, the corner of each of her lips. Her slightly pointed chin, then hovered over her mouth, breathing in her breath, absorbing her, watching her expression change to one of anticipation.
“Tell me what you need,” he said, his lips so close to hers they were almost touching.
Almost, but not quite. He wanted her to say it, needed her to say it.
“Kiss me,” she finally whispered.
He did, capturing her mouth under his and taking possession, holding back the urge to ravage her. Instead, he stroked her mouth gently, sweeping his lips across hers, nipping her bottom lip, and nudging it open to slide his tongue inside.
Warm and inviting, she swept her tongue around his like an embrace, sucking at his, until their playful, tender kiss turned to something more passionate, needier, a sense of urgency enveloping them both. When she raised her hips and undulated against him, he knew what she wanted.
To fuck. Fucking would put them at least close to equal ground.
But that wasn’t his plan. Regretfully, he pulled his lips from hers and seared a path down the column of her throat, dipping his tongue in the hollow there before moving lower, making a slow trek down her body.
Like an explorer, he wanted to leave nothing untouched. Every part of her was an adventure. Now that he had her trussed up so she couldn’t escape, he planned to learn every inch of her body. What she liked, what she didn’t like. What turned her on, what didn’t, what curled her toes and what made her scream.
Oh, he was definitely going to enjoy making her scream in pleasure. He was going to earn her trust, because she was giving him a lot letting him tie her up like this. And he didn’t take it lightly.
Blair was going to have the time of her life.
She was going to learn all about the fun of surrender.
four
blair gasped, her whole body tightening as rand licked a trail down her neck. His breath was hot against her ear, his whispered words evoking darkness and midnight, not late afternoon.
“How does it feel to be tied up, knowing I can do whatever I want to you, and you can’t move?”
She shivered, biting back the retort hovering on the tip of her tongue. What she wanted to do was demand he let her go, to get dressed, run outside and reconnect the wires to her Mercedes, and skedaddle out of there. She didn’t like this game anymore, because she no longer held the advantage.
But then she’d lose the bet.
And she hated to lose. She didn’t lose.
“You’re shaking, baby. Are you cold?”
He’d awakened her body to a blistering fever. She wasn’t cold.
She was scared shitless because she liked this. Too much.
He raised his head and looked at her.
“No, I’m fine.”
“Fine, huh?” He grinned. “I don’t want you fine. Let’s see what we can do about that.”
He bent to her neck again, pressing soft kisses to her throat. So tender and sweet it made tears well in her eyes.
She didn’t like Rand sweet. She liked him cantankerous and argumentative. Not like this, catering to her body and making her want to wrap her arms around him and beg him to put his dick inside her.
She was feeling needy.
And Rand fed her needs, moving from her neck to her breasts, gathering the globes in his hands. She lifted her head to watch him snake his tongue across one nipple, then the other, the cool air left behind making them stand up and beg for his attention.
Oh, she wanted that attention. Her nipples ached for his mouth. She wanted to beg for it but wouldn’t, refused to give voice to her needs. She arched against him, the shock from the heat of his mouth searing her as he covered one nipple, gathering it between his teeth.