Hold 'Em: Vegas Top Guns, Book 3 (8 page)

Because she would. Eventually. He just had to hold out that long.

“Now, back to what you want, Michael. Tell me.”

He imagined thrusting his dick between her beautiful lips. Balanced between what he wanted and what he didn’t think he could control, Mike forced out the words. “I want you to know what my ring feels like in your mouth.”

She grasped him fully. A spike of light hit behind his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he twisted his hands in his hair again—the way she had.

“You had such good manners earlier, pretty boy. Where have they gone?”

“My apologies, ma’am.”

“That’s a start.” She slipped off the bed, poised between his tense thighs. “Go on.”

“Will you take me in your mouth? Please?”

“Much better.” Again she swiped her thumb over his head to swirl the fluid. Then she licked her palm, slowly, starting at the fleshy pad. He shuddered, clenched his fingers.

She stopped mid-lick. “Now wait a second, Michael. I didn’t say you could tug your own hair.”

She shimmied up his body, slinking her breasts along every inch of skin along the way. Fingers twined with his, she pulled his hands away from his head. The points of her elbows held his forearms in place as she petted the hair back from his temples. “This is mine, isn’t it?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Like the rest of you?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Up to the headboard.”

Mike’s chest clenched as she scooted back to the bedside table. She frowned as she peered into his collection. For a moment their playacting dropped away—just a bit.

“The length of chain,” he said softly. “Lower right corner.”

“Thank you.” She took the opportunity to shrug out of her cargoes. A flaming pink thong the same shade as her motorcycle threaded up her toned ass. “Condom?”

“Medicine cabinet over the sink.”

He lay there on the pillows, stripped of all clothes except for his briefs. His arms remained outstretched where she’d left them. Waiting, grabbing at the last threads of his control, he admired the shake and bounce of her body as she snagged the box of Trojans.

“Good,” she said, returning.

“What is?”

“You watching me. And holding still. Very good, Michael.”

Pleasure fizzed under his skin. He was coming to need that feeling, knowing he’d satisfied some expectation of hers—no matter how small. It was his reward for letting go.

For another fleeting moment, she lost her composure. She stood by the side of the bed, nude except for her thong. The length of chain rested in one palm, the box of condoms in the other.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I…” Whatever doubts she’d briefly wrestled met their match. She stood straighter. “We’ll need a safe word, don’t you think?”

Chapter Nine

Leah knew what BDSM was. No doubt. It wasn’t really possible to be an adult without soaking up some peripheral knowledge. Most of the images she’d seen were of women on their knees, collars wrapped around their tiny necks and thick cocks in their mouths. None of that had tripped her triggers, so she’d figured the kink scene wasn’t for her.

Standing beside the bed with a length of cold, implacable chain in one hand and a box of condoms in the other? No—even better than that. Looking down at Michael fully extended on the bed, waiting on her pleasure?

Oh yeah. That did it. Majorly.

So she whipped out what knowledge she had. Safety first. That meant a word she’d have to obey, though she guessed they wouldn’t go quite that far. He had three years of experience on her and an entire drawer of stuff, some of which she’d never seen.

All of it added up to making a safe word a bit of a game, but one she’d gladly play.

“Well?” she prompted, smiling. “A word?”

The lovely muscles bisecting his abs jumped and twitched. She put the box of condoms down on the side table, then edged one knee onto the bed. The chain he’d pointed out was on the small side, with spring clasps of matching delicacy. They’d hook right into the hasps on his cuffs without needing to remove those rough little padlocks.

Biting her bottom lip as she concentrated, she trailed the links up the center of his body. The end in her hand had warmed, but what slid against his skin had to be chilly. Jarring.

“I’m not continuing until you give me one.” Her voice sounded throaty. Totally new. She was riding a fine edge of control.

His shoulders twitched again. He still didn’t pull his arms down, though it was obvious how much determination that required. “How about red? Green will be good, keep going. Red, stop immediately.”

“I draw the line at making you ask ‘mother may I?’ That would be creepy.” She chuckled quietly as she hooked one end of the chain to his wrist. It helped her to ignore the fact that yes, she was strapping up a totally hot dude—a guy about whom she’d complained wouldn’t know how to fuck rough if he had his balls in a vise. Hell, maybe that would’ve gotten them to this point way faster.

His grin was wide and playful. But a little wild too. “We definitely aren’t shooting for creepy.”

Intentionally she slid naked breasts across his shoulders, drawing out the movement for maximum contact. She threaded the chain through his headboard, which had obviously been selected—or even made—for play like this. Multiple heavy oak slats stood between the center and corner posts.

Despite all Leah’s teasing, her torments, and the way she kept raking her nails down his torso, Mike stayed still. Patient. He watched her the whole damn time, as if she’d become the center of his sexual universe.

Christ that was hot.

She pinched his nipple, lightly at first, until his eyes flashed and his lips slightly parted. He liked that. So she flicked the edge of her nail over the flat disc. His hips jumped.

She grinned on a heady surge of power. “You’re very responsive.”

“It’s situational.”

“So you don’t walk around with your shirts driving you nuts all the time?” She swept her hand down his body in a fast stroke then took hold of his eager cock. He was so hard that he brushed up against his navel, peeking out from under his boxers. One long stroke nestled the base of her thumb against his jewelry. “How about this? Is the ring always on your mind? Reminding you when you think about sex?”

He shuddered, and it was an obvious strain to keep his hips down like she’d ordered.

“Good boy,” she cooed. “Now, answer me.”

“Yes. Every time my dick twitches even the slightest bit, I notice.”

The rawness of his expression was almost enough to make her explode. His lips were drawn. The skin over his cheekbones was flushed red. She rewarded him by stripping his boxers down off his hips. His cock bounced free. A tiny drip of precome on the tip shone in the low light.

She straddled his thighs. The dusting of his hair tickled the tender inside of her legs.

“When you saw me in Paulie’s,” she said slowly. She couldn’t help but wrap her fingers around his thick length. He was so damn hard for her. “Did you feel the ring then?”

“Fuck, yeah.” His eyelids drifted to half-mast on a sigh, but he didn’t stop watching her. “As soon as you turned around and looked at me.”

Such honesty deserved another reward. She nodded, licking her lips absently. A single flick sent her hair spilling back over her shoulder.

Leah had never minded giving head. Many women seemed to consider it a chore, or something to push past before the fun stuff started. But she’d always dug the feeling of power of having a guy at her whim, under her control.

This was so much more. With Mike laid out before her, arms stretched above his head and latched to the headboard, Leah
throbbed
with power. Just…mind-blowing. His hefty cock nudged toward her on an involuntary twitch. She nuzzled her cheek against his shaft then scraped her nails through the neatly trimmed hair around his balls.

A taut ligament at the top of his thigh was just begging for a nibble, so she set her teeth to his hot skin. Bit down. Licked against the red mark she’d left.

Through it all, he stayed so tightly tethered. He didn’t even tug on the thin chain holding him to the bed. It was all him. His restraint. Given to her.

She ringed her tongue against the smooth loop of metal tucked under his head. The shiny silver had been warmed by his hard cock—something for her to play with, to slide under her lips as she sucked him into her mouth. God, he tasted good. Clean, with just a hint of salty. Manly in the best way.

Her fingers found the smooth stretch of his lower abs where his torso angled toward his groin. She reached past his stomach and pinched his nipples once, twice, matching the rhythm of her mouth over his cock.

“Christ, Leah,” he growled. His thighs pulsed subtly between her knees. “I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.”

She drew her mouth off him abruptly. Ringing her fingers around the base of his cock, she locked her grip until her knuckles dug into his groin. “What did you call me?”

He gulped, but his eyes only blazed brighter. Bluer. Almost fluorescent. “Ma’am, I meant.”

“Much better.” She freed the smile that had been collecting behind her lips. With a single nail tip, she followed the line of a vein along his shaft. “You have a pretty, pretty cock. Did I ever tell you that before?”

He shook his head. “No, ma’am.”

“I’m not surprised.” She hadn’t been as self-assured as she was now, or as free with her words. “Do you know what I want to do with this cock?”

He made fists around the links that bound him to the heavy oak headboard. What a sexy picture of depravity he made. The comforter and pillows were regular masculine fare. A cotton blanket and white pillowcases. His wrists, wrapped in black leather and silvered rivets, stretched over them.

“Feel free to tell me what you want, ma’am,” he finally said. The subservient words were technically right, but underneath lurked a tone she couldn’t place, as if he was subtly taunting her.

She ignored it. Reached for a condom. Ripped it open. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood. Because I want to ride you.”

He grinned. His hands opened and closed around the chains, but that was his only hint of edginess. She’d have to push him further to earn more of a reaction. But she didn’t have that sort of time. If she didn’t fuck him soon, her body would go up in a ball of flame. Already her pulse roared in her ears and between her legs.

She wrapped the condom down his long, thick length, all sorts of silly giddy that it was transparent. Through it, she could still see the gorgeous ring snugged up against the head of his cock.

Her panties were wet when she pulled them off. Soaked. At least she wasn’t alone. Mike’s hard-on practically jumped toward her.

She rose up on her knees and canted her hips back. Curling her hands around his shaft, she slanted his head to rub against her clit. Tiny shivers worked down her legs and up under her ribs. She bent her chin to her chest. Long hair slipped over her shoulder.

“Oh, that’s good,” she breathed. “I could come just like this, rubbing your cock on my pussy. Would you mind?” She flashed him a bright, shiny grin. “Oh, that’s right. You’ve given up your say.”

His stomach firmed into a perfect grid of muscles. The cords along his neck popped. Still he said nothing. His gaze focused relentlessly on
her
.

She liked that more than anything. Maybe a hidden font of vanity. Maybe the power trip. Whatever the reason, the result was good. Head-numbingly good. Dive-off-a-cliff-without-a-parachute good.

Rearing back, she planted a hand flat on the bed behind her. She angled his dick so that the decorative ring brushed her clit, over and over again, until she was seconds from coming.

She bit her bottom lip to drive back the threatening orgasm.

His hips jumped. His triceps swelled out in lovely lines of definition as he strained against his own will.

“Ah-ah,” she breathed. Honestly, deep down underneath the warning, she was loving it, soaking up every bit of attention. She relished that she could push him to flinching, even when he was trying not to. “No moving until I say so.”

“Please, ma’am. Let me move.”

“Why should I?” She rubbed his cock head between her lips. Wetness soaked down to where her fingers circled his jewelry. “I’m enjoying myself. Immensely.”

His grin was a dare extended and accepted, all at once. “Give me permission to move so I can fuck you the way you want. The way your body needs. Hard and fast.”

She shuddered with full-body excitement. Her hand clenched his dick securely enough that he shook. Good. She didn’t want to be alone in this.

“Have you been good enough?”

“You tell me, ma’am.”

She reared up on her knees until the head of his cock tucked into her. “I have no idea, honestly. But you know what, Michael? I know for damned sure that
I’ve
been good enough for my rewards.”

With her knees on either side of his hips, Leah spread one hand across his stomach, wishing her nails were more than blunted tips. She wanted to dig into him, to grab on and ride.

God, he filled her so well. Stretching, tingling, until she felt him all the way through her body in deep throbs. Head falling back, the tips of her hair brushed against her ass. That soft, teasing flick was a direct contrast to his penetration.