All Tied Up: Pleasure Inn, Book 1 (5 page)

A shaky hand reached out and closed over his thick cock and squeezed. Her fingers reached underneath to massage his balls through his jeans.

Fuck. Her touch nearly drove him to his knees.

With effort, he inched back and scolded. “I didn’t give you permission to touch me.”

She groaned and spread her legs, as though welcoming whatever punishment he deemed fit.

Brad circled his arms around her and walked her backwards, until her sweet ass touched the windowsill. “Stay there.”

He backed up and turned his attention to the box in the corner. He tore open the top and peered inside. “Well, well, what do we have here?” As he perused the toys, he heard her breath catch. Brad pulled out a set of clamps that he could only surmise went on her nipples, and something that looked like a flogger. Hell, he’d seen enough adult movies to know what to do with that.

He turned back to her, their gazes locked, her eyes holding so much pleasure, so much emotion. Seeing that look on her face and knowing he’d put it there stirred the primal male inside him. His primitive urges roared to life.

“Turn around and press your hands to the window.” When she did as he asked, he continued, “If anyone walks by they’ll know you’re up here naked, getting punished for not following the rules.” He could tell that excited her by the way her legs nearly gave out. Circling his arm around her waist, he anchored her against him, offering his support until she managed to right herself.

He put his mouth close to her ear. “You okay?” he whispered, stepping out of his role momentarily.

She nodded and turned her head to face him. “Better than okay,” she murmured softly, and the depth of emotions in her voice took him by surprise. He locked his knees to avoid collapsing. The tender way she looked at him immediately brought them to a deeper lever of intimacy. And in that instant when their gazes connected, something happened between them. Something potent, something powerful, something there was no coming back from. He knew she felt it too. Everything in him reached out to her and it suddenly occurred to him how much he wanted her, and he didn’t mean just physically.

He molded his chest to her back and angled her chin, forcing her to look out the window.

“Tell me what you see.”

Reaching in front of her, he ran the leather flogger between her legs.

She was barely able to answer as the toy stimulated her sex. “I…I see Candace and Anna coming back.”

With a quick flick of his wrist, the leather straps brushed against her pussy and connected with her clit. Her body shook. Uncontrollably.

“Can they see you?” His voice sounded rough and raspy, even to himself.

Lindsay’s breath came in a labored burst. “No.”

“If you scream they’ll see you, Lindsay.” Brad drew the flogger back and whacked her ass, testing her restraint, pushing her limits.

“Oh God,” she whimpered.

“Be careful. Unless, of course, you want to get caught playing sex games with your handyman.”

She shook her head no and he smacked her again. Hard. Her body jutted forward against the windowpane, a low blissful moan rose from her throat.

“Did they hear you that time?”

“No.”

“You know they’ll come bursting in here to see if you’re okay.” He whacked again, harder this time, leaving a bright pink spot on her curvy cheek.

She bit back a moan. “I know.”

“We wouldn’t want that now would we?”

Inching back, he grabbed the nipple clamps and then spun her around to face him. The elated look on her face took his breath away. God, she was the most incredible woman he’d ever met.

He anchored her arms to her sides and attached the clamps to her rosy nipples. A low hiss slipped from her lips. It sounded like a hiss from pain, not pleasure.

Brad froze. His stomach plummeted. Damn, he was hurting her. He hadn’t meant to. He hungered to give her what she craved but didn’t want to hurt her in the process. He almost dropped the role and cradled her in his arms until she said, “I forgot I wasn’t supposed to talk until I had permission. I understand if you must punish me.”

He smiled, realizing how well she could read him and how in tune she was with his body language. His tension eased as he understood it was her way of comforting him and assuring him that he had nothing to worry about, that the pain was part of the pleasure. A barrage of emotions overtook him, making it hard to focus.

Something deep inside him compelled him to kiss her, needing the intimate connection more than life itself. Leaning into her, he put his lips over hers, giving her a warm, soulful kiss. He felt her body relax into his, felt the way she gave herself over to him, trusting him completely with her pleasure and her pain.

Brad trailed kisses over her cheek, her neck and her breasts. He sank to his knees and insinuated himself between her legs. With the tips of his fingers he pulled open her soft folds. God he needed to taste her.

“Do you know what I see?”

Her words were fractured. “What…what do you mean?”

He licked her, a long luxurious lick all the way from the back to the front. “I see a strong woman putting her pleasures in my hand, praying that I just might know what she wants.” He swirled his tongue over her engorged clit and looked up at her. She raked her fingers through his hair, and when their eyes met, it brought them an even deeper level of intimacy. “And you know what, Lindsay?”

He could tell it took effort for her to talk. “What?” she whispered.

“I do know what you want.”

A soft breathless whimper sounded in her throat as he pushed a finger inside her tight channel. His tongue raked over her clit and just like that, she climaxed all over his hand and in his mouth. It amazed him at how her body responded so readily to him.

As he lapped at her creamy essence and absorbed her tremor, he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, after sampling her sweetness, he’d never have a taste for another.

Chapter Five

Lindsay ran her fingers through Brad’s hair as the soft blade of his tongue soothed her swollen clitoris. God, she’d never come so hard or so fast in her entire life, with or without a man. His bold, sexy words, combined with the intimate feel of his fingers deep inside her, stroking her G-spot, had her going off like a Roman candle. Holy hell the man knew just how to touch her and just how to talk to her to drive her into a sexual frenzy.

Brad had quickly brought her to never-before-known heights of excitement with his sexy little bondage games. But the truth was, she wanted more from him, and she wasn’t even close to sating her sexual appetite. She suspected when it came to him, she never would be.

Lindsay needed to see him naked so she could touch and kiss and pleasure his rock-hard body, the same exquisite way he’d pleasured hers. She craved the feel of his thick cock inside her, and ached to climb over him and ride him with wild abandon until they both reached earth-shattering climaxes.

Still breathless, she gripped his shoulders. “Come here, Brad.”

He slid up her body, removed her nipple clamps with the utmost care and brought his mouth close to hers. It occurred to her that Brad took great care in everything he did, from taking down a wall to giving her an orgasm.

“Hey.” He pressed his body to hers. “Are you doing okay?”

She nodded and brushed her lips over his, enjoying the taste of her desire on his mouth.

“Mmmm,” he moaned when her tongue slipped inside to play with his. His warm breath wafted across her face and filled her with a longing. She broke the gentle kiss, inched back and looked at him, really looked at him. His expression was warm, tender and vulnerable, and stirred her insides.

She gulped air. Oh God, he had a way of touching her so deeply it made her insides quake. Self-preservation urged her to ignore the emotions he brought out in her and concentrate only on the lust still burning up inside her.

She cupped his cheek and he leaned into her hand. “Thank you,” she whispered into his mouth.

He grinned and brushed her bangs from her forehead. “My pleasure.”

Her hands left his face, trailed over his hard, muscular chest and went to his trim waist. She tugged his shirt out from his jeans. In her most sultry voice she murmured, “Speaking of your pleasure.”

His hand closed over hers and stopped her fingers from exploring further. His eyes were dark and serious, his voice full of tender concern. “I want you, Lindsay, all of you, but don’t feel the need to do this if you don’t really want to. It gave me pleasure just to pleasure you.”

It gave him pleasure just to pleasure her.

Her heart turned over in her chest. So far Brad had proven to be different from any of the guys she’d had relationships with. He was perceptive and smart, caring enough to look beneath her surface to understand her needs and desires. She’d been with men longer, had dated them for months even, and they still hadn’t been able to read her the way Brad had. Honestly, no matter how much she craved to be dominated in the bedroom, she wasn’t about to come right out and tell a guy she wanted to be spanked or tied up, but Brad could see through her, see her deepest darkest desire.

Oh boy, she was in trouble here.

Because this was just supposed to be about sex. They’d agreed on it.

His hand closed over hers and squeezed, bringing her thoughts back to him. She noted how his tender touch traveled all the way to her heart and caused her chest to ache. It was slight, but none the less, it was still there.

She brushed her hand over his cock, wanting to give him everything he’d given her and more. Wanting to make it as perfect for him as he’d made it for her. Suddenly his pleasure became more important than her very next breath.

“Trust me, Brad. I have to do this. This is about my pleasure too.” She gave him a smile.

The rough pad of his thumb scraped over her mouth, his eyes glazed with lust and anticipation. “Well if you insist.”

“Oh I insist.” She slipped her hand inside his pants and connected with his engorged shaft. His groan reverberated through her body.

She sheathed his thickness in her palm and squeezed. Lord, his cock was the best thing she’d ever felt. Long, smooth and hard. For her. Her mouth salivated, eager for a deep, thorough taste.

Lindsay kissed him on the mouth and then pushed him backwards until his knees hit the mattress. She waved her finger at him and gave him a mischievous smile. “Take off your pants.”

Without haste, he tore open the zipper, pulled them off and kicked them aside, all in record time.

“Good. Now the shirt.” That disappeared just as fast.

Lindsay took a long moment to admire his gorgeous, naked, bronzed body. Reluctantly, she tore her gaze away, letting it drift to the cardboard box in the corner. Her mind raced as she mentally catalogued the contents.

Brad shot her a nervous glance and swiped his bangs to the side. She could see perspiration dotting his flesh. “Lindsay? I’m not—”

“Shh.” She silenced him with her fingertips. “I don’t remember giving you permission to talk,” she teased.

When he frowned, her heart went out to him. The poor guy had no idea how much he was going to enjoy this.

She touched his cheek and softened her voice. “You have to trust me, Brad. Trust that I know you’ll enjoy this. The same way I trusted you.”

His brow smoothed out, his eyes relaxed and he gave a quick nod. “You really are something else, Lindsay. I’m discovering you’re a lot different from the women I’m used to.”

She frowned and planted her hands on her hips. “Different? As in deviant sex-crazed-woman-who-likes-to-be-spanked different?”

He chuckled. “Well, when you put it that way.”

“Hey,” she said wagging a warning finger at him. “Play nice.”

He gave her the devil’s grin. “I always play nice, Lindsay. I thought you’d know that by now.” When she cast him a skeptical glance, he put his hand to his chest. “I meant it as a compliment, scout’s honor.”

“Well alright then.” She tossed him a grin and spun around.

Before she could make her way to the box, Brad cupped her elbow, turned her around and urged her back. As their bodies collided, he brushed his thumb over her bottom lip and pulled her impossibly close. The feel of his thick cock pressing against her stomach drew her attention and made her shiver in anticipation.

His voice dropped an octave. “I really like that you feel comfortable enough with me to just let go and be yourself. And I like what we did, Lindsay. I really, really liked it.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he assured her. “I never knew sex games could be so much fun. Thanks for showing me.”

There was that tenderness and vulnerability in his eyes again. Lindsay nodded, unable to find her voice. Fighting down the barrage of emotions, she twisted around and made her way to the box. She pulled out the honey dust, a feather and a squeezable bottle of peach-flavored Hot Kisses. Brad looked like the kind of guy who’d appreciate peach flavor, which just so happened to be her favorite.

She gathered her supplies in a pile and made her way back to Brad. Body hard, cock aching, he stood there, gaze riveted, silently watching her with hungry eyes. Her body immediately grew needy for him again.

She stood in front of him. His warm familiar scent curled around her, arousing all her senses. With a slight nudge she pushed him onto the bed. His large frame hit with a thud. Once again, Lindsay spent a moment just staring at him, unable to believe this gorgeous specimen was hers to do with as she wished. And boy, oh boy, did she have a lot of wishes.

She dropped her goodies onto the nightstand and climbed over him, her long legs straddling his waist. His thick cock pressed against her ass and felt so damn incredible. It almost made her abandon her plan to drive him into a sexual frenzy, the same way he had done to her, and just climb on board for the ride of her life.

Brad gripped her hips and ground his cock into her backside. “Jesus, Lindsay, you’ve got me so hard, I’m going to erupt.”

Resisting the urge to impale herself on him, Lindsay gyrated her body, enjoying the way it stimulated her oversensitive clit. A moment later, she slid off his lap. There were things she wanted to do to him first before he
erupted
. She grabbed her feather and lightly brushed it over his throbbing cock. Brad put his hands over his head and groaned. “Are you trying to kill me?”

She opened the bottle of peach honey dust, dipped the feather in. In one fluid movement, she brushed it over his cock, like she was painting a masterpiece. Once she was satisfied she’d covered every square inch, she put the feather aside. “Perfect,” she said, pleased with her work.

Brad made a deep guttural sound and she could almost feel the sexual frustration grip him. “Perfect? No, not perfect. You’re killing me.”

With that, Lindsay settled herself on her knees, bent forward and sank his engorged cock to the back of her throat, enjoying the delicious taste of peach mingling with the arousing taste of Brad’s liquid heat.

Suddenly, Brad’s growl segued into a low heated moan. His hips jerked forward, his fingers tangled through her long curls, pulling her hair off her face so he could see her slick mouth in action.

“Okay, now that is perfect,” he managed to force out between deep raspy groans.

Obviously Brad had a few fetishes of his own.

Knowing he was watching, she wanted him to enjoy the show. “Mmmm…” she moaned, moving her head up and down as her other hand slipped underneath to cradle his balls. His cock swelled in her mouth, the veins filling with heated blood. After a long moment of tasting him, she inched back and began to work her tongue over his shaft, taking time to swirl around the tip and lick underneath his bulbous head.

She felt his fingers tighten in her hair and knew he wasn’t kidding when he said he was ready to erupt. She nipped at him, easing off a bit, giving him reprieve.

Her tongue found his stomach, she licked a path back up to his mouth. “How you doing?” She put all her weight on top of him, loving the way he felt beneath her, loving the way her heavy, swollen breasts pressed into his chest. She rubbed against him, her nipples quivering in delight.

He grabbed her hands and threaded his fingers through hers. His muscles were tight, pumped. His eyes were dark with desire, his gaze was probing, deep. “I want to fuck you, Lindsay.”

She leaned into him and slid her tongue over his bare skin, reveling in his salty taste. Her voice was whispery soft. “I want to fuck you too, Brad, but not just yet. There is one more thing I want to do for you, if you think you’re up to it.”

He jerked his hips forward, driving his cock against her. Humor edged his voice. “I believe I’m up for anything.”

His head lifted, his mouth connected with hers. After a thorough taste, he pulled back and licked his lips. “Peach. My favorite. How’d you know?”

She rolled her shoulder. “It appears that we both seem to know a lot about each other, now doesn’t it?”

He smiled. “Appears so.”

Lindsay turned her attention to the bottle of Hot Kisses. She gave it a light shake. “This you are going to love.”

All humor disappeared from his voice, not even a trace remained. “Show me,” he said—an invitation to experiment, which she had every intention of doing.

She dipped her finger into the Hot Kisses and lathered it onto his cock. Stroking her hand up and down in a slow seduction.

He flinched. “Fuck, that’s cold.”

“Give it a second.” Lindsay continued to rub until he was well coated, then she leaned forward and blew a hot breath on his throbbing cock.

She could hear the breath rush from his lungs. “Jesus Christ, Lindsay, what the hell is that stuff?”

She chuckled and blew again. “It has heating properties in it that are activated by blowing.”

“It’s so hot. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

Another warm breath had his body shaking, she could see his juices drip from the slit and knew he was teetering on the edge, one more blow would send him sailing over.

His voice came out hard. “My pants. Back pocket. Wallet. Condom. Now.”

The dark passion in his tones frightened and excited her at once. Lindsay jumped from the bed, found the condom, ripped it open and quickly sheathed him. Brad grabbed her, pulled her onto the bed beside him and rolled on top of her. “I need to fuck you.”

Lindsay drew a quick sharp breath, her entire body going up in a ball of flames. “Yes, I think that’s a good idea.”

He looked frenzied, uncontrolled. In one quick thrust Brad entered her. He adjusted his arms to keep most of his body weight from crushing her as his thick cock pushed open the tight walls of her pussy.

“Oh God,” Lindsay cried out, her legs going around his back, her fingers digging into his flesh, holding him to her, never wanting to let him go.

He plunged into her harder and harder, going impossibly deeper. She met each thrust with one of her own. Sweat collected on their bodies as they joined as one, both taking and giving what they needed.

He gripped one of her legs and put it around his shoulder, angling her for an even deeper thrust.

She gulped air, unable to fill her lungs to their fullest. “I’m—” Her body exploded into a million tiny fragments before she had time to finish the sentence. Her sex muscles quaked and throbbed as Brad brought on her second orgasm.

“I know, babe, me too,” and with that, he threw his head back and groaned, his cock pulsing and jerking as he gave himself over to his climax.

A moment later Brad rolled beside her, their bodies sated and drained from their incredible sex. And incredible was definitely the term she’d use to describe it.

Brad snuggled her in next to him, his tender gaze met hers. “Hey, babe.”

Oh God, she’d never felt so close, so connected to anyone before. She worked to find her voice. “Hey yourself,” she said as his heat wrapped around her like a silken cocoon. His lips found hers and gave her a slow, gentle kiss, one that stirred all her emotions.

“You are incredible,” he breathed into her mouth.

She raked his hair from his forehead and drew a fortifying breath. “You’re not so bad yourself.”