Read Still Online

Authors: Ann Mayburn

Tags: #Romance, #Contemporary, #Long Slow Tease, #Book 1, #Adult

Still (7 page)

“Cute toe ring, Doc.”

She didn’t bother to reply, only humming in pleasure when he began to firmly stroke her. Warmth pooled in her belly and spread outwards until she felt like her bones had turned to mush. He paused for a moment and she thought he was done, but then came the soft feel of his lips pressed against her toe, kissing the ring there. Her heart slammed into her ribs and her sex contracted, the warm rush of arousal making her pussy swell.

He took her by such surprise that she forgot to protest when he licked the inside of the arch of her foot, his tongue tracing a searing path to her ankle.

She started to remove her leg from his grasp, but he tightened his grip. “Let me do this for you, Doc. I can make it so good for you, I swear. Let me take care of you.” There was a desperate note to his voice that hadn’t been there before, the sound of a true plea.

Of begging.

She loved it.

Hard, intense lust drew her muscles tight. How he tempted her with those rough, needy words that tugged at her both emotionally and physically. Her body was more than ready to accept him, to have that clever tongue licking at her. To ride his face while he was tied to her bed, to cover him with her scent, marking him as hers.

Whoa, Nelly
.

No, she couldn’t let that happen yet.

With a firmer jerk she pulled her foot from his hands and sat up. He looked up at her with hurt, anger, and something more mixing all together.

Trying to ignore her hormones' outraged screams, she tilted her head and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “Open the bottom drawer next to the bed.”

She scooted closer and pulled her pajama pants off, leaving her clad in her t-shirt and white cotton panties with lace around the edges. The low light from the fire threw interesting patterns on the room, shapes that invited the mind to relax and wander. It certainly brought out Wyatt’s rough beauty as he stared at her side table, a hint of trepidation tightening his lips. He opened it and found two sets of wrist and ankle restraints, one metal and one soft leather padded with fleece.

He cleared his throat before looking up at her. “What do you want me to do with these?” His need was evident and a shiver of desire went through her whole body, making her hyper-aware of the throbbing between her legs.

“Take out one of the leather ankle restraints. They’re the ones that are a little bit thicker.”

He slowly reached into the drawer as if a poisonous snake might jump out and bite him. His hand hovered over the leather and she held her breath. He looked up, rage in his gaze that she was making him do this. Oh, he was alpha to the core, but if she couldn’t establish dominance over him this would never work. They’d be constantly battling each other over who got to be on top. She’d been there, done that, and would not do it again. It had been exhausting.

“What’s the matter, Callahan?” She consciously put a purr in her voice and watched as his hands began to shake. “Are you afraid you can’t take what I’m going to dish out?” She leaned up and arched her back, allowing him a glimpse of her panties. “Do you see how hard my nipples are right now? If you touched them just slightly with your tongue it would feel so damn good.”

“Then stop playing your mind games with me and let me fuck you.” The snarl in his voice made her even wetter.

“No. Now, either bring out that ankle restraint or get out of my room. I don’t have time for cowards.”

Quicker than a flash he snatched the cuff out of the drawer, a defiant look on his face. She smiled and ran her hand down her thighs, drawing his gaze lower, making him burn hotter. “Now put it on and fasten yourself to the chain attached to the bedpost.”

She didn’t mention that the chain had never actually been used, and that her handyman James had installed it without her knowledge. Both James and Yuki thought it was well past time that Michelle found a man of her own, and the chains at the end of the bed had to be Yuki’s idea. That bitch knew Michelle would look at those chains every night before she went to sleep and think about what it would be like to have a man restrained at the foot of her lonely bed. The idea of Wyatt being the first man to use her equipment gave her a primal satisfaction. Plus, the shock on his face was enough to make her fight a giggle.

“Are you fucking for real?”

“Shut your mouth, Callahan, before I make you do mountain climbers for me. Do you want to sweat your rage out or have me suck it out?”

“If you’re going to do that, beautiful, I’ll need to take my pants off first.”

“Leave them on. If I see you naked right now I’ll lose my control and what should have been a long, slow seven-course banquet of desire will become a drive-through cheeseburger orgasm.”

His startled laugh made her smile. “I can’t argue with that logic.”

She smiled and made a motion pointing towards the bedpost.

He began to fasten the restraint onto his ankle, then reached for the chain. “Goddamn it, I must be a fucking idiot.” Defiance and desire mixed in his gaze as he stared up at her and snapped the hook on the chain to the ring on the ankle cuff. Holding her gaze, he licked his lower lip in an all too tempting way, reminding her of how soft that sensitive flesh would feel between her teeth as she bit him while they kissed. “Now, come down here.”

“Oh no, I’m sleeping up here tonight.” She was proud that her voice came out steady despite the nearly volcanic amount of lust burning through her blood. Without breaking their stare, she reached back and grabbed at her pillows. She tossed a couple down to him and he looked away first. Hiding her smirk, she turned and tossed down a blanket from the end of the bed. “You’re sleeping down there.”

“Seriously?”

“Did you really think I would allow our first time to be when you reek of alcohol and jail sweat? Come on, Callahan, you can court a girl better than that.”

“Is that what I’m doing, ma’am?” Some of the tension drained out of him, his shoulders relaxing, and he grabbed the pillows. Fluffing the pillow he put it behind his head and lay down, looking up at her with the shadows of the fire creating deep hollows beneath his cheekbones. “Courting you?”

“Of course you are. I’m not a sure thing, Callahan. You’re going to have to earn this pussy.” She grinned as he laughed again. “But, I am serious when I say that I expect you to earn my affection. You won’t have to guess what I want, I’ll tell you. I will keep you informed of everything I expect from you.”

“Sounds like I’m gonna be doing a lot of work. What do I get out of the deal?”

Warmth flowed through her body as she began to imagine all the things she’d do to him – and hoped he'd do to her. “You get me, taking care of you, fully trusting you, and bringing you pleasure like you can’t imagine. But you have to earn it.”

He pursed his lips and stared at the ceiling, his gaze a thousand miles away. “Do you enjoy teasing men? Is that what gets you wet?”

“Not all men. But with you, yes, I do.”

“Huh.” A few more minutes passed. “It makes you hot?”

“It does.”

“So, you like me?”

“I do.”

“Huh.”

“Wyatt.”

“Yeah?”

“I need an orgasm before I can fall asleep. Being around you has made my body ache with need.” The chain on the bed jerked and she smiled. “No, I’m going to take care of myself tonight. And while I do, while you listen to me make myself come all over my fingers, you are not to orgasm. I don’t want to hear one sound of movement from you. Your pleasure, all of it belongs to me. I say when you come. I say when you can touch yourself. And, right now, I’m telling you that you will not put one finger on that big cock of yours.”

“You’re fucking killing me! How the hell am I supposed to resist that temptation?”

“If you do as I ask I will come down to you afterwards and rub my wet, still swollen pussy on your palm and allow you to lick my essence off your skin.”

“I swear to God you’re going to kill me. Okay, you got a deal, but, fuck, can I at least adjust my cock first?”

A smug smile curved her lips as she lay back in her bed, arms outstretched as she gloried in the feel of the silk sheets against her skin. When she began to rise into Top space the world somehow expanded. Her senses became heightened and, if she concentrated, she could feel every inch of skin on her body. This was the feeling she craved like a drug, this insane pleasure. Knowing that Wyatt was close enough to hear her, while bound to the floor by her will sent a flood of moisture to her sex.

She slid her hand beneath her panties and gasped at the first brush of her swollen clit. “Oh God, Callahan, I’m already so wet.”

He groaned in frustration and she closed her eyes, imaging what he looked like right now as she continued to stroke herself. Would he be straining to hear her, or trying to pretend she wasn’t there? His breath came out in tight bursts, but she didn’t hear the rattling of his chain, yet.

Time to drive him crazy. To see how far she could push him until he snapped.

“Wyatt, I’m circling the entrance to my sheath with the tip of my finger, imagining what it would be like to have the head of your cock almost pushing into me. As soon as you did my cunt would clamp down like a fist on you.”

“Doc, you’re killing me.”

“I know, and it makes me wet.”

He gave a strangled laugh. “What am I going to do with you?”

“What you should be asking is what
I
am going to do with you. I’d spend entire days tormenting you, driving you to one sweaty orgasm after another before I finally stopped. You’d feel like you had just run a marathon, but you would be so very relaxed and satisfied. Then, when I am certain that I’ve wrung every drop of pleasure from your body that I can, I’d bathe you, then take you into my bed. You’d fall asleep with your head pillowed on my breasts, listening to the beat of my heart, knowing that you’d pleased me.”

He moaned and then cursed. She slid her finger inside of her pussy and began to circle her clit with her other hand. Oh, how she wished he was already hers. She wanted to order him up here to lick her to an orgasm without worrying that he’d push for more than she was ready to offer. She wanted it all, the total package. She wanted every inch of his mind and body to belong to her as surely as hers belonged to him.

“Mmmm…I’d love to feel your tongue on me right now, Wyatt. I imagine you flicking my clit, making me hot, making me ride your face. I love doing that, my hands braced against the headboard while you eat my pussy. What would that talented tongue of yours feel like….fuck I’m getting close…feels so good….” The chain jerked against the bedpost and Wyatt swore when it wouldn’t let him move and jerked again. She’d done it, she’d driven him to the point where her will could no longer hold him.

All the muscles of her body clenched and then the first glorious release came, throwing her mind and soul from her body and filling her with pleasure. She came hard, arching up into her fingers, giving her sensitive clit another slow rub to draw her orgasm out. When the last contraction faded she withdrew her fingers from her pussy.

“You moved, Wyatt.”

“How could I not move!” His voice came out in a furious whisper. “You talk about me eating your cunt like that and expect me not to react?”

She wiggled beneath the covers with a low sigh. “Goodnight, Wyatt. I do hope you’re strong enough to resist wanking off like a horny teenager. I need a man strong enough to overcome his selfish need to come in order to put my pleasure first. You have no idea how arousing it is for me to know that you’re so hard it hurts, but are waiting for my command in order to have your release.”

For a few minutes the only sounds that came from her floor were swear words. Then he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “Goodnight, Michelle.”

The tight anger, the controlled aggression in his tone sent a warm wave of lust through her. He was such a big, bad alpha male. Chained to the foot of her bed, yes, but nowhere near tamed, the kind of challenge that would tempt any Domme.

In other words, he was the perfect sub for her. She didn’t want a doormat of a man, she wanted someone who was just as strong as she was. It had been so long since she'd had a submissive, five long years since the death of her submissive fiancé, Owen. Shaking off the instant sorrow that thought brought, along with a brush of guilt, she returned to watching Callahan’s shadow on the floor out of the corner of her eye.

He needed her. She wanted the submission of the alpha male and, oh boy, Callahan was all that and more. Texas born and bred, he had that kind of swagger that made any woman’s heart beat faster. At least he used to. At the moment his swagger was more of a shuffle. Right now, she'd settle for him not courting death.

By his frustrated mutters, she knew he was finding it hard to get comfortable. She was also pretty sure he would jerk off once he was sure she was asleep. They hadn’t entered into any formal agreement yet, and tonight was more about showing him what it would be like to be her submissive than actually making him her submissive. And truth be told, she loved a bit of occasional defiance from her sub. It gave her an excuse to punish him in the most marvelous ways. Then again, he might keep his hands off himself just to prove to her that he could. As she drifted off, her last conscious thought was of Wyatt pleasuring himself while chained to her bed.

 

 

Chapter 4

 

 

Wyatt didn’t want to open his eyes yet. He didn’t want the first peaceful night’s sleep he’d had in months to end. It had been so long since he’d slept more than a few hours at a time and he’d forgotten how good it felt to be rested. His body certainly thanked him and he wanted to thank the woman who’d made it possible. A hint of her delicious peach and vanilla scent teased his senses and his cock started to get hard.

It was the memory of the woman sleeping above him that pulled him fully awake. Her even breathing was the only sound in the room. And what a room it was. The skylights overhead were shuttered with screens and blackout curtains covered the windows, leaving the room in darkness. He could tell from the faintest gleam of light coming around the edges of the curtains that the sun was up.

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