All Tied Up: Pleasure Inn, Book 1 (4 page)

Chapter Four

Two hours later, after they had carried in all the furniture and put together a gigantic king-sized bed, Brad stood back and watched Lindsay straddle her brand-new padded bench. Long legs spread wide on either side of the elongated black piece of bondage equipment, a smile lighting up her gorgeous brown eyes. Bouncy chestnut curls fell over her shoulders and tumbled in silken waves as she twisted her head back and forth admiring all the new toys.

Desire slammed through him as he took in the erotic vision before him. Of course, there was only one problem with the picture. Lindsay still had her clothes on, and her arms and legs weren’t bound.

His cock grew hard thinking about it.

Brad studied Lindsay a moment longer. There was no denying they both wanted each other. The sexual tension between them was palpable. The room had been buzzing with sexually charged electricity since the minute they’d met.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorjamb, pondering her desire to create a lovers’ BDSM room.

The more he thought of it, the more he realized Lindsay really didn’t seem the type to design such a fantasy-inspired theme room. Although he was only just getting to know her, he suspected she wasn’t the sort who’d want to be the dominant. Which left him with only one conclusion. She herself wanted to be dominated. He’d spent enough time with her to see the image she put to the world. Strong, bold, take-charge kind of girl, one who wouldn’t like to have her control stripped away.

The way one would while playing bondage games.

How interesting.

He paused to speculate a moment longer. Although Lindsay at first appeared to be like every other woman he’d met, a woman who was only interested in fucking him, he was beginning to have his doubts. Maybe, just maybe there was more to her than met the eye. Over the past few days he started to suspect it, but his suspicions were confirmed earlier when she began to talk about her father and her admiration and respect for his job.

The truth was, the two had totally hit it off and he liked everything about her, especially the way she cared for and supported her family and friends. Those qualities meant a great deal to him.

He considered his sudden epiphany longer. Yeah, he was pretty damn certain she had more going on inside than she let on.

Lindsay ran her hands along the bench. Her words pulled him from his musings. “This is perfect, just what I was hoping for.”

His cock throbbed as he gazed at her curvy body. There was absolutely no doubt he wanted her between the sheets, but he also wondered if there could be more between them than just physical act of sex. Damned if he didn’t want to find out.

And he knew of one way for him to do that. By helping her test out her bondage equipment. Because he suspected then and only then would he be able to strip away her layers and get her to open up to him, physically and emotionally, and in the process find out if they’d connect on a deeper level.

Lindsay swung her long leg to one side, stood, and began to slide the heavy bench under the window. “You think you can give me a hand with this?”

Getting right to the heart of the matter, he ignored her question and asked one of his own. “Why a BDSM room, Lindsay?”

“I thought it would be fun.” She hedged the real truth, he guessed.

“You’re a strong, take-charge kind of girl, but something tells me you’re not interested in dominating a guy.”

Task momentarily forgotten, she stood, rolled one shoulder, her voice casual. “I’m not.”

So his suspicions
were
right.

“You also don’t
act
like the kind of girl who’d want to give up control so easily.”

She angled her chin in defiance, her voice full of conviction. “I don’t.”

Brad shrugged, pushed off the doorframe and gripped the doorknob. “Exactly, so then why BDSM?” He presumed that giving up control was exactly what she wanted. He’d seen her with her friends, although only briefly, but enough to know that Lindsay always took care of everyone else, but maybe deep down she wanted to let go of that control and have someone else take the reins for a change.

Fortunately for him, this gave him the perfect opportunity to give her what she’d always wanted, and in the process break down her defenses and find out if they were destined to be together.

Flustered, she folded her arms. “Are you going to go all Dr. Phil on me or are you going to help me move this bench?”

He shut the door. Lindsay’s eyes widened at the sound of the lock clicking in place. He could almost see her body stir to life. Almost hear her mind reeling with possibilities.

“What—”

In two long strides he closed the distance between them and pressed his fingers to her lips. “Shh.”

He watched her throat work as she swallowed and knew, by the heated look in her eyes, her untamed passion and desires matched his. She wanted this as much as he did. No questions about it.

He gripped her slim waist and packaged her soft body against his. Christ, she felt so incredible in his arms, he could only imagine how wonderful she’d feel trapped between his legs. Nudging her feet with his, he backed her up until the rear of her knees hit the padded table. Eyes wide, questioning, her chest rose and fell with her erratic breathing.

He tugged her T-shirt out from her tight jeans. When his fingers connected with her soft skin, his brain nearly shut down. “I’m going to give you what you want, Lindsay.”

Her voice hitched, color bloomed high on her cheeks. “How do you know what I want?” He heard the intrigue in her voice and felt her hips push against him. It was a slight movement but hadn’t gone unnoticed.

He offered her a slow smile. “You’re going to have to trust me on that one.”

“I can’t possibly see—”

He pitched his voice low and demanded in a deep tone. “Take off your clothes. Nice and slow.” He touched her arm and felt her body shake with excitement.

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” Her voice betrayed her emotions. He could see the passion, the invitation building in her eyes.

He shook his head. “Not even for a minute.”

“Brad—”

“Take them off, Lindsay. Now. Nice and slow like I told you. If you don’t follow the rules, I’m afraid you’ll be punished.”

He slid his hand between her legs and cupped her sex, just to prove just how serious he was.

An edgy laugh morphed into a heated moan. He noted the way her legs wobbled. “
Sweet mother of God
,” she whispered under her breath. Then she starched her spine and met his glace. “What if I don’t want to?” Her voice lacked conviction. They both knew it.

He trailed his finger over her arm and felt the goose bumps on her flesh. “You do. Now take them off. Then I want you sprawled out on that bench. I want you naked, hot and wet, and begging me to fuck you.”

“Ohmigod,” he heard her gasp as his lips closed over hers for a deep, intense, mind-numbing kiss. He slipped his tongue inside her delicious mouth and spent a long moment just tasting her lush sweetness. Jesus, he wanted to devour her. All of her. Right now.

Lindsay inched back, her eyes clouded with emotion, her voice breathless. “This can only be about sex, Brad. Just to help ease the tension between us. Nothing more.”

“Naturally,” he agreed, lightheartedly, feeling anything but. He might have readily agreed with her, the truth was, he wanted to see where this led them. With that he gave her a gentle push.

Lindsay landed on the bench, her legs spread. Brad let out an agonized groan as his groin tightened and throbbed in heated anticipation. Jesus, he’d never felt such intense desire before. It took all his strength and willpower not to act on his natural urges and answer the demands of his body. At the moment he’d like nothing more than to strip her clothes off, spread her legs wide open and sink his cock into her damp heat. Honestly, it practically killed him not to ravish her caveman style, to push inside her pussy and fuck her until sundown. But, right now, this was about Lindsay, so he needed to control those urges for the time being.

He growled low in his throat as she sat there, eyes glazed with lust as she awaited his instructions. God dammit he wanted her. So much so that he ached to the point of pain. He took a moment to get himself under control before he fucked her with wild abandon.

Obviously not wanting to give him time to catch up and anxious to get the game started, she asked, “What is it you’d like me to do?”

It didn’t take her long to assume her role of submissive, which led him to believe she’d been fantasizing about this for quite some time. It also led him to believe no man had ever taken the time to get to know her on a deeper lever and understand her needs and desires. Stupid bastards. With a girl this incredible, this amazing, a guy had to be a total asshole not to spend all his time getting to know the real her. And give her what she wanted.

“Take you pants off and then resume that position.”

Lindsay obliged without hesitation. She lowered herself onto her back and brought her legs onto the bench. She unsnapped her pants, pulled the zipper and wiggled her gorgeous, curvy ass. Once her jeans were at her ankles she kicked them away. Without inhibition, she sprawled across the bench. He was pleased at how comfortable she was in her own skin. He met her glance. The look in her eyes conveyed without words just how excited she was. Which pleased him immensely.

Brad walked around her, devouring her with his eyes. With exquisite gentleness, he touched her bare legs, his fingers trailing lightly over her soft skin, going higher and higher, coming perilously close to her pussy. Her body quaked. Her legs inched open in invitation.

He lowered his voice. “Very, very nice.” He inhaled and could already smell the tang of her arousal.

“Brad please,” she begged, and reached for him, her fingers brushing against his throbbing cock.

He shackled her hands and put them to her sides. “Sit up,” he commanded. “And take off your shirt.”

Lindsay sat up, her legs wide open, straddling the bench. As he took in the sight of her, he thought he’d go mad with want. The need to fuck her made him edgy, shaky.

He swallowed and worked to control his voice. “Spread your legs wider.” She did, but it wasn’t nearly wide enough for him to have a full, unobstructed view of her sweet spot. “Wider, Lindsay,” he whispered his glance going to the unpacked box of BDSM toys in the corner of the room. “If you’re not going to listen, I’ll have to punish you.”

Her face flushed from heat, her dark eyes glazed with passion. A soft mewl caught in her throat. He stroked her again. Her body buzzed, her skin felt hot to the touch.

She shimmied to the end of the bench and spread her legs impossibly wider, offering her pussy up to him so nicely.

“That’s a girl.”

Twin folds opened for him, affording him a view of her luscious pink softness. Jesus, her pussy was drenched with desire. He did this to her. Damn that pleased him, knowing he could raise her passions to such height and make her soaked with need.

He lowered himself to his knees to get a better look. He leaned in and inhaled, pulling her feminine scent into his lungs. Then he blew a warm breath over her pussy. Her damp hairs bristled.

She drew a shaky breath. “Oh God,” she whispered and tilted her pelvis forward, an obvious plea for more.

Her heat beckoned him and he wanted to touch her. No. He needed to touch her. If he didn’t soon feel her softness, he was certain an artery would blow. His jeans tightened painfully reminding him just how much he wanted her, just how much she affected him. Brad couldn’t ever remember feeling so crazed, so out of control.

He drew a breath, gathering himself. “You are incredible, babe,” he breathed the words over her pussy and watched her sex muscles tighten and throb.

After a light brush of his knuckle over her swollen clit, his finger moved her moist opening. He probed her pussy and knew, as well as he knew his own name, that once he entered her, once she branded him with her heat, he’d never be the same again. With her hips bucking forward, she drove his finger inside.

“Jesus,” he said, loving the way the tight walls of her pussy closed over him. He’d never felt anything so divine.

Brad pressed a finger inside her, unmoving. His gaze went to her shirt. “Didn’t I tell you to take your top off?”

“Yes, but—”

“Shh,” he silenced with a frown. “Don’t question me. Just do as I say.” His glance went to the box of toys a second time. “Otherwise, you’ll be punished.”

He could feel light ripples inside her pussy, a telltale sign that punishment was exactly what she wanted. With hurried hands, she gripped her shirt and pulled it off, exposing a pretty red satin bra.

Shaky fingers went to her bra straps, but he stopped her. After all, she wasn’t the only one with fantasies. “Leave it on.” He wiggled his finger inside her slightly, rewarding her for her obedience.

Her hands fell to her lap, her head lolled to the side. A deep moan rose up from the depths of her throat. “That feels so good, Brad.”

A second finger joined the first. He pushed deep inside her until he found her G-spot. With a light brush, he stroked her until her body quivered. He knew she was close, so close to release. But since it was too soon for her to tumble over, he pulled his fingers out.

Her lids flew open. “Brad, no,” she cried but her voice fell off when she caught the way he was looking at her nipples, which were so hard they almost poked through the thin material of her bra.

Brad climbed out from between her legs and circled her. “Stand up.”

She did as he requested. His gaze took in the gorgeous sight of the naked woman before him. “You are so beautiful.”

He watched her glance pan over him. “Please, Brad. Take your clothes off. Let me look at you.”

He narrowed his eyes. “I don’t remember giving you permission to speak.”

One measured step brought him face to face with her. He gripped her bra and tugged the cups down, until they settled below her full breasts. Her eyes brimmed with desire when he licked his lips.

Gorgeous, prominent nipples jutted out at him, demanding attention. He bent forward and ran his tongue over them, taking his sweet time to savor her exquisite taste and texture. Damn she tasted like a vine-ripened peach, his favorite. He straightened and then plucked one hard bud with his fingertips, until it swelled and darkened.