He climbed onto the bed. “I’ve been thinking about this for days.”
“Have you now?”
He nodded. “Yeah.” Brock pulled his boxers off again and tossed them onto the floor. “Nothing but thoughts of you, ofthisto keep me warm.”
She licked her lips and reached into the pocket of her jeans. “Is that so?” The rattling sound of what could only be a pair of handcuffs brought Brock’s attention to something other than Krista’s killer breasts. They’d really started to fill out and get firm over the last month or so. And she’d become so responsive to his touch, too. Biting her nipples nearly made her come on the spot.
His eyes widened as she climbed onto the bed and straddled him. “Uh, what’s the plan?”
“What does it look like?” She smiled wolfishly. Even though he hated being in any kind of submissive position, his cock leapt against the apex of her thighs. “I’m a bossy little control freak, and I plan to make you my bitch. What do you think of that?”
His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “I, uh … ”
Brock Hart was no one’sbitch. Unease settled in his stomach like a lead weight, even though his cock and balls had other ideas. Everything below his waist tightened and stiffened, and the rush of arousal that coursed through him at the sight of Krista straddling him made the blood run hot and quick through his veins.
She cocked her head to the side as she took one of his hands and brought it up above his head, locking a cuff around his big wrist while fastening the other one to the big wrought-iron corner post of the bed.
“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll enjoy yourself … I promise,” she said, her smile triumphant and impossibly sexy. She finished her task, making sure that he wasgood and secure and wouldn’t be using his hands anytime soon. Then, slowly, stealthily, seductively, she snaked her way down his body, planting warm, wet kisses over his ribs and pecs and abs.
Desire cut through him with a painful sharpness. Even vulnerable, bound and defenseless, he wanted her. He was coming to always want her.
“Lower,” he said gruffly. “Suck my cock, baby.”
Krista glanced up at him from beneath her lashes. “In good time. Remember who is whosebitchtoday. I’ll do with you as I please.”
A carnal growl rumbled through him as he bucked his hips into her. “I’m nobody’sbitch.”
She smiled again. “We’ll see about that. This is my game, and I’ll play it how I please.”
He tugged at the handcuffs that were fastened to the bed. They were police grade, possibly even hers, and unless he wanted to destroy his own bed, he’d have to sit tight until she released him. He glared at her, but his cock betrayed his fury and practically winked at her, begging her to come closer.
“So I met some interesting and very handsome men today,” Krista said dryly, letting the backs of her fingers run down the length of his shaft. His balls tightened even more, and his breath hitched.
“In the grocery store of all places. Two were bald, and one had the most luxurious head of flaxen blond hair I’ve ever seen. He could do a campaign for Pantene.”
Brock’s whole body went stiff. Her nails tickled his inner thighs as she leaned her head over and slid her tongue up his cock from base to crown, sucking lightly on the tip. Her mouth hovered over the tip, and she bared her teeth.
Fear shot through him like a bolt of lightning. Gently, she nipped the tip. His hips shot up off the bed from the mix of extreme pain and hidden pleasure.
“Look … I, uh … ”
But she didn’t give him time to continue and instead rammed him to the back of her throat, not allowing him to finish his sentence, pumping him withher hand and devouring his length with her mouth.
Holy fuck. This was not at all how he saw this little scenario going. Brock thrust his pelvis up into her face, desperate for her to take him deeper. He was already close. The woman had the mouth of a goddess.
But then she stopped.
Why’d she stop?
Sitting back on her heels, her eyes glassy and her cheeks a pretty pink from her own arousal, she looked him dead in the eye. “It would seem all the blood has rushed from your brain, so I’m going to give you a moment or two while I jump in the shower to think about the choices you’ve made. Putting a tail on me without my consent,tsk tsk,Brock, I don’t like that one bit.” Then she got up and shut the bathroom door. A moment later, he heard the muffled sound of laughter.
It was quite some time later that his captor emerged from the bathroom, looking refreshed and revitalized. She had a black towel wrapped around her lithe body and another around her unruly hair. Her cheeks were an even sexier pink than before, and the delicious scent that followed her out the door made Brock’s pulse kick back into high gear.
But as turned on as he was by the sight of her, the smell of her and the memory of the blow job and orgasm that almost was, he was also full of rage. White-hot rage.
“What the fuck?” he growled, pulling at the handcuffs and shooting daggers at her from his eyes. “Take these off me!”
Ignoring his demands and appearing almost bored, she let the towel drop to the floor and crawled back onto the bed, inching her way up from his feet to his pelvis, once again grazing her tongue along his length. He couldn’t hide it. Despite the fury, he was still turned on, still wanted her. Only this time, hewanted to be in control.Neededto be in control. A drop of pre-cum beaded on the crown of his cock, and using her finger, she swirled it around before licking it off and closing her eyes with a soft hum.
