Her lips gave him the whisper of a kiss on the tip of his cock, and he thought he would die, right there. Yes, death would be sweet, especially when she sucked him in deep, to the back of her throat. Jesus. She worked her way back up his erection, and he worried she’d suck his soul away. If he had a soul. His bones melted, and nothing was firm on his body except for his throbbing dick, his balls so tight.
Over and over, his shaft went deep into her mouth and retreated. He held his breath to force the orgasm away. It barely worked, so he went to the mental land of knot tying, this rope over this section, tie it off. Cowboys needed knots. Spies did, too. She kissed the tip again, her tongue sweeping his slit, then rimming his corona. Fuck the knots. If he had known her mouth was this lethal, he would have begged her to renegotiate the no blowjob limit.
“Such delicious wetness, just for me.” She lapped up the bead of pre-cum seeping from his slit. It should be impossible for his balls to tighten more, but they did. He jammed his heels into the mattress.
“Now, now, you may not come. As much as I love your taste, your punishment is that you can’t come at all. Not in my mouth. Or my ass. Or in my pussy. You’ll stay here, nice and hard, until you learn your lesson.”
Jake had learned his lesson. He’d never do it again. The bindings held him tightly as he struggled. He just wanted to shove cock somewhere, anywhere—her ass, her mouth, her pussy—and come. And then make her come with him.
“So eager. I love that.” She slid her leg off, and her pussy left his view. He struggled again, wanting to grab her hips and plant her on his face and tongue her to death.
“Since you’re so eager for me, I think I should find a different way to heighten my needs.” She climbed off the bed and strutted to the end. She put one foot on the bed and slid a hand down her flat stomach, slipping those long fingers into the front of her panties.
“Mmm. So wet.” Her fingers glided the length of her slit, and damned if it didn’t excite him when one digit appeared out the crotchless area to then be inserted deep inside her pussy. Her other hand cupped her breast through the bra, also sheer, the nipples hard peaks against the black gauze. So fucking beautiful. Hot.
“My nipples are hurting from the pain, wanting your tongue so badly. I remember how you sucked them. You have a special thing you do with your tongue that drives me mad. I wish I could untape you.”
Untape me!
Jake was afraid he’d suffocate, unable to get enough air through his nose to stop the heaving. He swallowed, every nerve on alert.
“I’m imagining your cock inside me. I guess I’ll have to use two fingers. Or three.”
She eased another in, and Jake jumped, his dick so hard he thought it would break and fall off from the strain. His balls were definitely blue from pain. Maybe purple.
Please fuck me.
“Do the crotchless panties excite you? They excite me. This is my first pair. I bought them earlier today, in a boutique. I never dreamed I’d get to use them so quickly.”
She fingered herself for a moment, her eyes closed, so damned beautiful, her dark hair tumbling over her shoulders in lose curls, breasts rising and falling with her increased breathing. Then she met his gaze with a feral look, her eyes glazed with lust.
“I think I’m ready. I’ll just ride you if that’s okay. Don’t come. I know you’re so close. But don’t come.”
Thank fuck, she was going to ride him. Jake strained on the bed, wanting to scream “Be my guest.” Anything as long as she sank him home, hard. She retrieved a condom from her handbag, took the foil off, and climbed between his thighs. The look in her eye was one of lusty devilment.
She started to roll the latex over his shaft but instead, opened her mouth and sucked him in deeply, seating the head in the back of her throat. He jumped, wanting to arch deeper, to make love to that beautiful mouth, her lips so red around the base. But then she withdrew, sucking him hard the entire length, her tongue running up the underside. She released his cock with a growl and smiled. “Delicious.”
He wanted to sob as she rolled the latex on, so glad to be close to having her pussy on his shaft. Maybe she’d let him come then. He wanted her to lean into him and hold him just a little, to feel her silky skin caress his chest. He never realized what his subs missed when he bound them. He was probably a bad Dom in that respect—but at this point, he didn’t care. He just missed feeling her skin against his, her intense heat, her hair against his cheek.
She straddled his hips and positioned her pussy over his cock, the opening in her crotchless panties held aside with her long fingers. “I like the idea of being partially dressed for this. It feels very exciting, so naughty. Do you like what you see, too, Jake? My pussy is so wet, so eager. I bet I’ll come this time.”
Yes, he wanted that. He wanted her to come properly so she’d set him free and let him make love to her the way she deserved.
She grabbed the base of his cock and held him firmly in her grasp, rubbing the head in her wetness, along her slit. She must have thought him properly lubed because she pressed him to the entrance of her tight, soaking wet sheath. She went slowly, and he almost came watching his cock disappear, inch by inch, her treasures hidden behind that black gauze.
Her hand gripped the base of his shaft tighter and warned, “No coming. You’ll pay if you come.”
He wanted to pay, anything, if she’d just let him come. She gave an experimental rock of her hips, and Jake sighed behind his tape as her pussy muscles contracted, hugging his shaft.
“So very nice, Jake. I love your cock. It’s so thick. I love a thick one. I don’t care as much about length, but you’re more than generous in both respects.”
He arched his hips, trying to thrust into her harder, faster, and she laughed. “Always wanting to be the Dom, set the pace. You’re not allowed to do that today. You lay there and let me make love to you.”
Make love.
He loved those words from her mouth. He’d never been attacked like this, and he should feel dirty or used or something, but instead, he felt like perhaps he’d finally found a woman who was more than he could handle in bed. And it excited him to the point that he tossed his head back and tensed, heels digging in to the mattress, fists balled, fighting to keep from coming as she had commanded.
“Good boy.” She stopped sliding on his cock and sat totally still. She slipped her other hand inside her panties and rubbed, strumming her clit at a furious pace. “I had better get to work if I want to match you, orgasm for orgasm.”
The feeling passed for Jake, and his balls went from blue to frozen ice. They hurt bad. They’d probably shatter if she licked them with that hot tongue. With her head flung back, she slid up his cock again, sinking him deep, then rocking so hard her clit and fingers hit his pubic bone. He liked that and groaned through the tape.
Jake watched her closely, noting her increased breathing, now labored, her face intent, concentrating, her shoulders tense. Her pussy milked him, the quivering intensifying. She was close, beautiful in her growing ecstasy.
But then she froze, opened her eyes and looked at him as if her world had come apart, in a bad way. Her thighs trembled next to his, and she looked vulnerable, scared. So unlike Tia. So unlike the tough girl that had taken him down and bound him that he trembled a bit, too.
“Red,” Tia whispered. He wondered if she even knew she had said her safeword. She was in control. She didn’t need it. But the fear in her voice put him on edge. He wanted his arms free, to hold her. To find out what was wrong, because the Tia he knew never, ever safeworded out of anything.
“I’m sorry. This isn’t going to work. Damn it.”
The look of vulnerability passed, and she slid off his cock. He wailed under the tape. If she’d just release him, he could find out what she needed. Take her higher. He knew the secrets. He was man enough. But she was muttering to herself, looking confused. Scared, even a touch pissed. She yanked the silver dress over her head, contorted herself to zip it up the back, and slipped her feet into her shoes.
No, no, no. You can’t leave!
“I’m sorry to do this to you. I’m going to have to call your work wife to come let you go. I saw you with her, in the lobby. I saw how you looked at her, like she was the best thing since sliced cheese. Maybe that was my problem tonight, knowing deep inside that this—you and I—was futile. If I call her, that will probably get you into some trouble, but if I let you go…” She looked away. “We both know you’ll want more from me than I can give you right now. I just can’t do this.”
Then she leaned in and kissed the tape over his lips, her finger trailing along his jaw. “I wish things could be different. When we get back to D.C., I’ll pay the punishment for what I’ve done to you, when you’re over your crush on Blondie. However you want, whatever fantasy you want. I’ll give you an entire weekend. But I can’t tonight.”
She picked up the phone and dialed. Kate must have answered, because she said, “I have your gentleman friend in my room, tied to my bed. If you want him back, you’ll have to come get him.”
She gave the room number, then she hung up and left without looking back. Jake wanted to spank that tight ass bright red first and then spend the night taking care of the lust she’d wrung from him, making her come, over and over. Damn that bitch.
But then he closed his eyes and groaned. The only good thing about Tia was she had made him forget about Kate for a short period of time. And unfortunately, Kate was going to love this.
****
Jake sat in Chase’s office Thursday morning, waiting for his friend and boss to get off the phone. His week had sucked, big-time, and it was only a matter of time before Chase either ribbed him beyond belief about Paris or pulled a gun and shot him dead. It all depended on what Kate had to say, and when it came to Chase, she couldn’t lie for beans. She’d fold her hand without blinking twice, and they’d both swing from the gallows.
Paris
. He fucking hated Paris now. He’d expected Kate to laugh, to poke fun at him when she came to untie him from Tia’s bed. Instead, she had cleared the room, put her gun in her shoulder holster and sighed, looking all sorts of sad.
“You’ve had one shitty night, Anderson,” she’d informed him.
No shit
, was Jake’s thought.
Kate had left, returned with something in her hand and tossed a sheet over his flaccid cock. Then she waggled his phone in her fingers. “Gotta take one. I can’t on my phone, not now, since things have changed between us. You know Chase will go through my phone and find it and assume the worst.” She took a photo. “But you can show this one to him when things are right again. He’ll love it.”
Then she had removed the tape from his mouth, her beautiful face so close to his. “I suppose you don’t want to tell me about this.”
“No.”
Oh, hell no.
So she untied him and tossed his clothes on the bed. “I’ll see you back at the room.”
“I can’t.”
She frowned. “Where you gonna go, then? Chase set this up for us to look married.”
“Then I’ll tell him we had a marital spat. Unless you’re willing to let me make love to you like we’re married, I suggest you let me go. Because if I go back, I’ll cross that line with you, sick or not. I can’t take much more.”
And Kate had looked even sadder but nodded. He had spent the night walking the streets of Paris, wondering how the hell his life had turned to shit, all the while thinking of a certain siren in black thigh highs and crotchless panties that drove him to want to jump into the Seine.
The rest of the trip was awkward, and he would have given anything at that point to just finish the run alone. His heart ached, his ego ached, and between the images of Kate and Tia, he had gotten very little sleep. Once they landed stateside, Kate had gone home and he’d gone on to California for a surveillance job and a visit with his brother, Aaron, then another job in Vegas. Now he was home, and he could just imagine what Chase would say. And he hoped Chase had nothing to say about how he felt about Chase’s wife.
Chase finally hung up the phone and looked at Jake, every bit as dark and dangerous as Kate liked to describe him. His friend deserved the moniker dark and dangerous. Chase had been special forces in the service, trained as a sniper, and had been honorably discharged when an injury kept him from doing his job. He was bad-assed, the best damned boss Jake ever had, and a hell of a friend. A much better friend than Jake.
“You look like hell, Jake. Bad flight?”
“Yeah. Bad week.” Jake frowned. Might as well find out now if he lived or died. “What did Kate tell you?”
“Kate didn’t tell me anything. She’s, uh, not speaking to me right now.” Chase’s neck reddened under his shirt collar, and he tugged at it uncomfortably.
Jake’s protective, partner side reared its ugly head, grew fangs, and he narrowed his gaze. Kate didn’t give the silent treatment unless things were beyond dire. She was too bubbly for games like that. “What did you do?”
“I have overstepped in my micromanagement of her life. That’s what she handed me for a formal sentence.” Chase shifted and wrapped a paper clip around his finger, a sign the man was seriously stressed. “I sort of planned her pregnancy.”
“Kate’s pregnant?” Jake’s mind flew to Paris, how ill she had been, and then to a month earlier when he’d— “Jesus, how far?”
He must have looked scared shitless, because Chase shook his head. “Almost three months. I took her to the doctor this morning. She was pregnant before your birthday.”
“I can’t believe—how could you let me join you and your pregnant wife?” A part of him deep inside howled with the injustice of it all, the agony. His love for her suddenly felt so dirty, as if he’d forced her and her unborn child to do something very corrupt. Wrong.
“I wasn’t sure. I had hoped, because we had a month before our honeymoon, then that long weekend to, uh, get things made. What was I supposed to say when she wanted to celebrate your birthday that way? ‘Uh, love, you might be pregnant, so…’”