Monroe, Marla - Hot and Bothered (Siren Publishing Classic) (18 page)

“Pick up the handcuffs and hand them to me, Savanna.”

“What are you going to do with them?” she asked in a breathy voice.

“I’m going to put them on you.”

She handed him the cuffs over her shoulder. He smiled and backed up.

“Undress me.” If she didn’t like his ordering her around, she didn’t show it. Nothing so far had seemed to bother her.

Savanna ran her hands up his chest and began unbuttoning the shirt, placing a kiss on his chest each time a new area was revealed. She pulled the tails from his jeans and then ran her hands back up his naked chest. He felt her nails rake lightly over his nipples, and it was his turn to shiver. He grabbed her wrists to stop her from any further mischief.

“That’s enough, little minx.” He turned her back around and swatted her ass. “Go climb up on the bed, and lie down for me with your hands above your head.”

She climbed up on the bed and crawled seductively across the bed until she was at the headboard. Then she turned over and grabbed the bars above her head. She winked at him. The position made her breasts stand up even higher. He toed off his shoes and unbuttoned his jeans but didn’t pull them off yet. He was afraid if he were undressed he wouldn’t be able to wait to sink inside of her hot flesh. Instead, he took the cuffs and dragged them up the line of her body.

“Hey! That’s cold,” she complained.

Dustin smiled but didn’t stop until he reached her hands and the top of the bed. He slipped one side around her wrist and ran the chain around one of the bars on the bed to her other wrist. Then he snapped that cuff closed, too. She was cuffed to the bed and at his mercy. He rather enjoyed the sight. He stood back and just gazed at her until she began to struggle against the cuffs. He laughed and climbed between her legs. He wanted his sweets after the salty.

* * * *

Savanna pulled against the cuffs and wondered if she had made a mistake in trusting him to confine her like this. She really didn’t know him that well. What had she gotten herself into? Then he settled between her legs, and she forgot all about being worried.

His hot breath blew against her dewy lips. The tension of earlier was back. She felt the arousal rise inside her. Dustin touched her with his lips then licked, and she moaned. It felt so good. He held her legs apart as he explored her pussy with his lips and tongue. Need began to build inside her. She wanted to grab handfuls of his hair and bury his face in her lap. But she couldn’t. She was shackled to the bed and at his mercy, at the mercy of that diabolical mouth.

His fingers explored as his mouth claimed her over and over. Heat burned inside her. Her core began to melt with each lick of his tongue. He swirled one finger around her opening and teased before burying it inside her. She bucked against his hand. He fucked it in and out of her until she thought she would explode. Passion built while her resolve to hold on crumbled. When he inserted two fingers and moved them within her she began to shake.

Dustin flicked her clit with his tongue then sucked at it with his mouth. He placed his thumb on it and massaged it.

“Come for me, Savanna. I want to feel your body come apart in my hands.”

He replaced his thumb with his mouth and sucked her clit inside his mouth where his tongue teased at it. She keened as the fire built higher and hotter within her. It was like a vortex growing inside her. His mouth stoked the embers. The embers burst into flames until she came, screaming his name. He lapped at her juices like a kitten laps milk. Even when she thought it was all over, he continued to lick and tease until she felt the fire build again. She begged.

“No more. Please.” Her voice came out hoarse and low.

He merely growled against her and continued his assault on her body. And again she came, hard and fast. This time, he let her down slowly, and after placing one final kiss against her weeping sex, he crawled up her body to nuzzle her breasts.

“I can’t get enough of you.”

“Please, let me go now. I want to touch you,” she begged.

He sucked her nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. She moaned, needing to hold him against her. Again she felt the warm wash of heat within her. Dustin sat up and reached over her to fiddle with the cuffs. They released, and he brought her hands down slowly. He massaged each wrist before placing a kiss on the palm of each hand. Savanna reached for him and buried her hands in his hair. She pulled him down to her for a kiss. He kissed her as if the world were going away at any minute. She tasted herself on his tongue. His mouth devoured hers until she was forced to pull away to draw breath.

He stood up beside the bed and unzipped his pants. While she watched, he pushed them down his body and then stepped out of them. He bent over to wrestle with his jeans and produced a condom. Then he climbed back on the bed toward her.

“Let me.” Savanna opened the foil packet and placed a kiss on his cock before rolling the condom down his thick shaft. She rolled him to his back and climbed on top of him.

His hands lightly grasped her at her hips. Savanna bent down and licked his chest from one nipple to the next. She focused on one and nipped it with her teeth then soothed it with her tongue. His breath hissed in, then out when she repeated it on the other side.

“Quit playing.”

“You took your time with me. Maybe I want to take my time with you. Should I handcuff you?”

He growled and pushed against her. She felt his stiff rod rub between her pussy lips. It drew a soft moan from inside her. She didn’t want to wait either. She needed him inside her. Pressing against his chest, she rose up on her knees and used one hand to position him at her entrance. Then she slowly sank down on him. He stretched her to near pain. Pain that felt so good. His cock slipped inside her an inch at a time until he was fully seated. She rose then slipped back down. She felt him throb. Again she rose and slid down him. He moaned and pushed up as she pushed down. One slow slide at a time until she could hold back no longer. She began riding him as though he were a wild horse and she its rider. She rolled her pelvis to press his thick cock against that spot that drove her wild. Fast and faster she rode until something broke deep within. She came, screaming. He rolled them over and thrust inside her over and over until his shout filled the room. She felt him spasm. Finally, he collapsed beside her on the bed.

They lay panting for several minutes trying to catch their breaths. She could feel his breath on the side of her face. He reached out with one hand and brushed the hair from her face.

“I’ll be right back.” He rolled off the bed with a grunt and disappeared in the bathroom.

When he returned, she threw back the covers to welcome him back to bed. He took her head in his hands and brushed a kiss over her mouth. Then he curled around her, and she fell asleep in his arms thinking things couldn’t get any better.

* * * *

Dustin held her in his arms as she slipped into sleep. He watched her breathing slow and deepen. He felt her body relax against his. Her face grew slack. He enjoyed watching her fall asleep. He nearly laughed when she started a soft snore almost like a purr. This was something he could grow used to, making love and falling asleep together. He knew he was in deep with Savanna. Something about her had wrapped its arms around his heart and wasn’t letting go. He wasn’t really trying to get away, though. He liked Savanna. He just didn’t know her that well. That was what bothered him about their relationship.

He knew she managed a spa. He knew her name, her best friend’s name, where she lived, and her telephone number. He knew what turned her on. He knew her body. He knew what she liked during sex. But that was all he knew about her. She hadn’t shared anything about her life outside of those things. He knew nothing about her family or who her friends were outside of Karen and Ben.

What did he want? Dustin sighed. He planned to take their relationship to the next level. He wanted things to be exclusive between them. He was serious about her and expected to be a part of her life, not just exist on the outskirts of it. He needed her to share things with him. She seemed to shy away from anything personal like her family and friends and even her job. He had met Karen and the now out-of-the-picture Ben, but he hadn’t met anyone else in her life.

What bothered him even more was that she didn’t seem all that interested in his life. She didn’t ask questions about his family or friends. She didn’t ask him about his day or what he’d been doing. It worried him that she hadn’t been the least upset that he’d had to go out of town the last weekend. He expected her to be at least aggravated about it. Instead, she wished him a good trip and said goodbye. Most women would have pouted for days over it but not Savanna.

When he called her Sunday to tell her he was home, she didn’t answer the phone. When he called back later, she answered out of breath. She said she had been at the spa with a broken water pipe. Why would she have been there on a Sunday evening? Sure, it could all be true, but what did he really know about her? Then there was the fact that she and Karen had gone out that weekend. They weren’t really an item, but the idea of another man touching her twisted something deep inside of him. He didn’t want her seeing other men. The thought that there might be another man in her life he didn’t know about bothered him.

They needed to talk. He needed to talk. He wanted their relationship to be exclusive, no other men. He wanted her to open up to him and share her life. He planned to share his with her. He didn’t know where they would end up, but he knew where they were headed if things continued like they were.

Savanna sighed and snuggled up closer to him. He smiled and smoothed the hair away from her eyes. She opened her eyes and smothered a yawn with the back of her hand.

“Sorry, I guess I fell asleep.” She rubbed her face.

“No problem. You’re probably tired. You had a busy week.” He continued to stroke her hair.

“Yeah, I guess I did. Did you sleep?” she asked.

“No, I just enjoyed watching you sleep.”

Savanna looked down then moved to sit up. He let go of her, and she slid up against the headboard, holding the covers over her breasts. Dustin realized she felt insecure knowing he had watched her sleep. He had seen her when she was most vulnerable. She acted as if she had something to hide. Did she? It wasn’t as if he were hiding anything. Or was he?

He let her assume he only worked when he wanted to. She hadn’t asked any questions, so he believed it didn’t matter to her. He would set her straight on that. He didn’t want any secrets between them. No relationship could survive that. He would be completely honest with her. He would expect the same in return. So what did she have to hide? Was it her family? Was that why she didn’t talk about them? Had she been married before? He didn’t even know something as basic as that about her.

He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Something was definitely wrong.

“Tell me about your week while I was gone,” he said.

“There really isn’t anything to tell you. I went to work every day. Karen and I went out Saturday night for a few hours. It was fun. Just the two of us like when we were younger. I liked seeing her having a good time,” Savanna began. “Then I got a call on Sunday from the store next door that there was water coming from under the door of the spa. That took the rest of Sunday until you called.”

“How is Karen doing?” he asked.

“Fine. She’s about back to her old self again. She’s busy at work right now, and that helps.” She fiddled with the sheet.

“Any chance she and Ben might get back together? He seemed like a nice enough guy.”

“I don’t know. I wish they would. I really think that she…well, it would be nice if they worked things out.”

Dustin wondered what she had been about to say before she changed her mind. Maybe she was just one of those people who didn’t tell tales out of school. It was a good trait in a friend, but women usually talked about things like that with their boyfriends. That was the problem. She didn’t treat him like he was her boyfriend. She treated him like a fuck buddy. Maybe that was all he was to her. Someone to scratch an itch and then go away. If that was how she saw him, he needed to move on. They seriously needed to talk. He knew better than to demand answers from a woman. No, he would ease into it.