Genesis Queen (The Road to Hell Series) (17 page)

Nix paused and stared at her a long while. “Why do I need so much real estate for my clothes when I don’t own that much?”

She’d love to see her gruff Sherlock wearing something fancy. Yeah, he obviously owned a tie, but she’d never seen him wear one. And he deserved a closet full of jeans and shirts. Some shit-kicking boots to round out his lifestyle and he’d be good to go. As much as she knew he’d hate the idea, she’d make him a kept man and enjoy spoiling him in the process.

“Nix.” She sat up as he neared the bed. “I need you to unpack.” His attention shot to her as he tossed the items in his hand on the bed. She twisted her fingers together. “Your clothes beside mine makes this relationship feel more stable somehow.” What she had with him already felt real, so stable was the best alternative she could come up with.

Sitting beside her, he twisted to face her. “Baby.” He palmed her neck, running his thumb along her skin. “As soon as I’m finished being wicked with you, I’ll unpack.”

Madison turned her face to kiss his wrist. “Thank you.”

Nix towed his palms down her arms and clamped her wrists together with one hand. “I only found the three.” He nodded toward the two sashes and the tie. “I’ll bind your wrists together over your head and anchor them to one of the posts. The other two will be used on your ankles. The blindfold will have to wait until another night.”

She smiled at his adorable pout. Rendering her sightless meant a lot to him. “Will scarves work for what you have in mind?”

“Yes.”

“There are some in the top, right-hand drawer.”

After a quick kiss on the lips, he made a beeline for the scarves.

“I can’t picture you wearing one of these.” He withdrew a red one and he held up the costly material. Givenchy. A good selection and priced at over two hundred dollars.

“They are useful when I need to play the debutante.” Nowadays that persona was rarely needed. “You require that many?” At least four dangled from his hand.

He turned with a grin on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. “Never know. It’s better to be prepared.”

Madison could not wait to find out what deviousness put that look on his face. His eyes practically gleamed and his dark green aura buzzed about the edges in smoky peaks.

He scattered them on the coverlet on either side of her. Nix crawled on his knees toward her and captured her left hand. A single kiss was placed to the wrist before he secured the pink fuzzy sash around it. She watched him. Excitement pinged off him, infected her, and had her itching for another climax.

“You’ll submit to me, Mads?”

She swallowed past the sudden dry-mouth. “Yes.”

“Do exactly as I command?”

A smile twitched her lips. “If you insist, yeah.”

“Then lie back.”

She complied. As soon as her head hit the mattress, she lifted her arm over her head. A silent commitment to his endeavor. Only a twitter of nerves bandied through her when he anchored the one arm to the bedpost. As he walked around to the other side of the bed, she tested the bindings. Not too tight on her wrist and her elbow remained bent, so she retained some range of motion.

Nix repeated the same steps with the right arm. A kiss to the wrist, before he bound her to the post with the remaining sash. She looked at him as his gaze traveled down her body. Dear God, she loved the way he worshiped her with his eyes.

“Spread your legs,” he said abruptly.

The request sent a jolt of nerves through her. Exposing herself rendered her vulnerable again.

“Mads, you agreed.”

She inched them apart.

“Wider.” A callused finger trailed down her thigh to her knee. “I want them wide enough I can thrust inside you.”

Taking a deep breath, she stared at him as she opened her legs.

“Nice. That’s my girl.” Crawling onto the bed between her parted thighs, he clutched her hips and pulled her down, stretching her arms out.

No slack remained.

When he finished with her, she realized she would be bound tight. With no ability to move…she inhaled, tamping down her jittery nerves.

Nix will not hurt us
. As always, Usha spoke true.

On the exhale, serenity with her actions eased her anxiety.

He leapt off the bed and made quick work of binding her ankles. “Hot, sexy, and edible.”

Heat burned her cheeks.

He pondered her for a long while. “Your clothes might not survive. Will you be disappointed?”

Anticipation scattered along her body. Unable to speak, she shook her head.

“One final thing.” He came around, hopped onto the mattress, and straddled her waist. The hard evidence of his arousal caged in his jeans pressed against her belly. He snapped the tie, holding the ends in each hand. Leaning forward, he placed his hands on the mattress above her head and kissed her so long she’d forgotten his intention to blindfold her. When he lifted his head, he stared into her eyes. “I love you, baby.”

“I’m in love with you, Nix.”

He grinned, convincing her he understood the difference in her wording. Her emotions for Micah were questionable. Though uncertain if she loved her husband, she could say with certainty she was
in
love with Nix.

No request came from him, but she lifted her head for him and he secured the fabric at the side of her head. She guessed so the knot wouldn’t irritate her scalp.

“After tonight, you’ll know me as the orgasm god,” he whispered against her ear.

Madison laughed.

Chapter Seventeen

Nix licked the shell of her ear and her laughter dissolved into desire. Anticipating his next move, she held her breath and waited. His tongue slid down her neck. She moved to clasp his head to her, but the restraints held steady. Already she’d forgotten about them.

Frustrated, Madison groaned.

Out of the blue, he tongued a nipple, twirling the silk around the peak. She fisted her fingers when the damp material went the other direction. The texture of the wet garment against her flesh was divine torture. He shoved his other hand beneath the nightgown. His palm dragging across her belly, he cupped her other breast and thumbed the nipple.

Fire shot between her thighs. A moan leached from her lungs and she tried to arch into him, but he’d restrained her too well for movement.

“Like that, baby?”

“Mmhm.”

He sucked the nipple and pinched the other. Forget fire shooting between her legs, lightning bolts went off. Only vaguely was she aware of the cries she made. The more noise he elicited, the more aggressive his foreplay.

His hand moved off her breast and she whimpered, “No.”

A callused palm landed on her thigh, and his finger swished the sensitive flesh where her leg met her body. Teasing. She attempted to shift her hips and force his touch on her pussy. The stroke ceased, and his fingers tensed on her thigh.

“Don’t rush it, baby.” He tormented her nipple with his teeth. “I’m the Dom tonight. You’re the sub.”

What the hell does that mean
?

“It’ll go at my pace. Not yours.”

Well, that cleared up his meaning.

More caresses, kisses, licks and nips…down the outsides of her legs and back up the inside of them. When he neared her pussy, Madison tensed in anticipation. He towed his mouth across her panty-clad folds, continuing a detour upward to her belly, over each rib, and a chaste kiss to each puckered nipple.

“You’re punishing me for wanting it faster?”

His palm clamped over her mouth and turned her head to the side. Teeth scraped across her neck. “No.”

He nipped her earlobe and sucked the sting out. Madison shivered.

Nix’s hand moved off her mouth to her hair, digging in the strands to pull her head back. “I want you wet.”

“I’m already wet.”

“Yeah?”

She managed only a brief nod with his fingers buried in her hair.

“I can’t be that good. I’ve not felt you there.” He tapped her crotch and nipped her chin.

He
was
that good.

“Let’s just see.”

Madison bit her lip in suspense, half-expecting him to divert the direction of his touch just to keep her on the edge. He pushed the slim material of her panties to the side. The puff of his breath hit her cheek, so she guessed he watched her expression as he caressed her intimately. She wanted to beg him, but he’d already forewarned the speed was up to him. She couldn’t chance him slowing more.

The sudden entry of his finger ripped her breath away.

“Apparently, I am that good.”

Gawd, he was gloating. Not that she gave a damn.

His finger withdrew. She whimpered.

“Wet. So wet.” He brushed his mouth against hers. “Part your lips.”

A moist fingertip traipsed across her bottom lip and circled her upper one.

“Taste yourself, baby.”

Madison licked, savoring her arousal. Sweet. Like honey. Nix groaned and kissed her hard, his tongue aggressive against hers. His hand went back to her thighs and two fingers pressed inside her. She moaned into his mouth. A moment later, his fingers were there, interrupting their kiss and pressing against her tongue. She licked and sucked his digits.

Then he was gone, moving fast, leaving the kiss of cool air behind. She wondered where he headed. He definitely held a purpose and—his head pressed between her thighs and all thought vanished. Bliss held her mind hostage when his mouth was on her.

She cried out when his tongue entered her. Moaned loudly when he opened her with his thumb and forefinger and licked from her opening, over her clit. The rough abrasion of his tongue against her clitoris left her trembling. More tongue-fucking. Fast. Slow. Torture. Ecstasy.

She bit her lip until it hurt, and didn’t release the offended part when she realized her abuse. She grew lightheaded from not breathing. She—

“Talk to me, baby.”

His mouth moved against her sensitized nub. She thought she would die. She wheezed in a breath. Knowing he wanted her to ‘talk’ to him with the sounds of her satisfaction. By holding her breath, she’d denied him pleasure.

Unable to see, the anticipation built and she felt so much more than when she could see. She allowed her sounds of rapture to emerge. Whimpers, groans, sighs, and moans pulsed from her with each breath.

His tongue whipped across her quicker and she moaned. She was unaware she rocked her hips against his face until his arm landed on her abdomen to hold her motionless.

Her breathing grew so ragged all she could hear was the sound of it, her intermittent sighs and the wetness of Nix’s mouth on her. Fingers tingling, the sensation threaded through her body until her belly trembled and her muscles spasmed. Just as the heat approached their connection, Nix lifted his head, murdering her climax.

Madison groaned her frustration.

“Too soon for orgasms, baby.”

“Damnation, Nix—”

The cool metal of a blade touched her leg. Her breath whooshed from her lungs. For half a minute her heart stilled, then hammered too fast in her chest.

***

Nix watched her as he trailed the flat side of the knife along her skin. She trembled beneath it. “You know you’re safe?”

A quick nod. No verbal response.

He ran the dull edge of the steel along her pussy. The metal gleamed from her arousal. He licked it off, and ran the blunt side along her belly. Her skin prickled wherever the blade touched. The wisp of the knife against the silk of her nightgown hissed slightly. He cut one strap, hauled the blade to the other one, and slashed it.

He pulled the fabric below her breasts with one hand and towed the metal across her nipples. They tightened further beneath his regard. Between her breasts he traced his name in strokes so light they left no imprint. She trembled so hard, he worried he frightened her.

“Feel good or am I scaring you?” Nix licked a nipple.

“You’re killing me.” Her voice sounded strained. “It’s too much arousal. Usha is going mad.”

She wasn’t the only one. He clung to the edge of restraint, too. He tossed the blade aside, unbuttoned his jeans, and freed his dick. The crown pulsed and his balls ached. He palmed his erection and peered at his woman, stretched out for him. She’d trusted him enough to allow him to tie her down. That told him more than any vow. Her emotions for Micah might waver, but she
trusted
him. He would use that in his war to keep her.

Nix palmed her mouth as he thrust hard into her. Deep. Bottoming out. Mads screamed against his hand, her climax instantaneous. As her slick walls pulsed around him, he set a daring pace, extending her orgasm, but he would join her if he didn’t slow his thrusts soon.

The little whimpers she made against his hand told him her orgasm had subsided, but not her enjoyment. Messian streamed from him into her. He wasn’t even sure she realized she pulled the magic from him. It was subtle enough he could have missed the power loss if he wasn’t connected to her.

He swiped the blade off the bed, reached back, and slashed through the scarf anchoring her leg. Dropping the knife, he clutched the back of her knee, pulled her leg up and to the side. Another moan vibrated against his palm. He replaced his hand with his mouth. He kissed her with a touch of violence, and she returned it with ferocity as he pounded into her soft passage.

Fuck, she was so tight he wouldn’t last if he didn’t pull out. And wet. God, she was wet.

Nix broke the kiss and left her body. He buried his face between her thighs again. Anchoring her foot on his shoulder, she dropped her free leg to the side, opening herself to him. He feasted on her until she trembled, nearing another climax.

A ragged sigh was her only protest when he pulled away from her just before she came. He cut the scarf off her other leg, went to her hands and unbound her. He took a moment to massage her arms.

“I’m okay.” Mads clenched his arms. “Kiss me, Nix.”

He fucked her mouth with his tongue, as he used one of the unused scarves to bind her wrists together in front of her. All over, he caressed her, drawing so many whimpers from her he could tell how aroused he’d gotten her.