Out of Bounds (16 page)

Extreme.

She was beginning to think that was what
Nektosha
must mean in Apache. She was a little disappointed to discover that his name only meant
horse
and, in some cases,
little
horse
. But she smiled as it dawned on her what it meant to him and his family—Tarak had been the jilted fiancé, but he’d grown into something far bigger and grander than the boy who had left home with a broken heart.

His words bounced around inside her head all day. Focusing became a difficult task she seemed to have little control over.

She never sent the picture to Celeste. Her relationship with Tarak was personal, and she wasn’t willing to share it, even with her best girlfriend.

He
cared
.

The words had been torn from his soul. It was overly dramatic, but that didn’t make her feel any differently. At least it fit with their relationship—everything in extremes. The afternoon crawled by, her belly knotting with anticipation.

Choosing a safe word just kept her mind on Tarak. It was a sort of mental torment. She tried to dismiss it, but it hounded her, sneaking around whatever project she was working on to tease her with the possibilities such a word could unleash in Tarak.

Be
careful
what
you
wish
for.

Be
careful
what
you
decide
not
to
try…

Kurt rapped on her door at five sharp. His eyes were sparkling and a good-natured grin was on his lips.

“You should get down to the track tomorrow. Everyone goes.”

“Maybe.”

They pulled up in front of the cabin and she set her teeth against her bottom lip as she went in and took her boots off. Submission had never been one of her turn-ons. But with Tarak, it was suddenly on the table. Giving him a safe word would be like handing him a permission slip that he could pull out anytime he pleased. She wasn’t sure she could live with that possibility.

I’m not sure I can pass on the opportunity to let him have complete control.

Lord, she needed a drink.

She pushed the doors opened and froze. Music was playing softly, filling the cabin. There wasn’t a light on. Instead, the flicker of candlelight danced off the wood floors. One candle sat on the table, a single, long, white candle that illuminated a glass of white wine. A Post-it note was stuck to the surface of the table, drawing her close enough to read it.

“Put the garter belt on.”

Her mouth went dry.

She looked around but Tarak was nowhere in sight, but she would swear she felt him watching her. It made her skin feel hot.

She lifted the wineglass and inhaled the aroma. It was thick and heady, almost making her dizzy. The candlelight made a golden pool around the edge of the table where the wine sat. She had to step into the light to read the note. She could feel him watching her, observing her from some dark shadow. For all the mental deliberating she’d done over playing submission games, the reality was very different.

She felt far more powerful than she’d expected. He might give her directions, but it was up to her if she wanted to obey them.

She took another sip of the wine before walking toward the bedroom. There were more candles burning on the dresser, and her garter belt was laid out on the bed. Another garment was there as well. She moved closer to identify it. Made of a soft blue silk, the corset was beautiful. Sabra reached out and touched it, smiling at how rich the fabric felt.

Excitement was making her jittery. She could still feel his eyes on her, and she wanted to make it worth his time. Scooping up the garter belt and corset, she went into the bathroom. There was one thing she wanted to do before slipping into the sexy garments.

She closed the door to the master bathroom and checked both closets before getting into the shower. When she was finished, every last pubic hair she had was gone. Sabra stared at her reflection, trying to decide if she liked the look. She wasn’t sure. She shrugged and put the garter belt on before carefully pulling the stockings up her legs. The corset took a little more effort. She had to hug the two sides of it to her body while fiddling with the metal hooks that closed it. With no one to tighten the lace running down the back, she had to take it off and tighten it a few times before getting the right fit.

Once she did though, it was worth every bit of stress. Her breasts were cradled and pushed up, prominently displayed. The cups of the corset were cut low to expose her nipples and the front of her breasts. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever worn. Once she stepped into a pair of heels, her bottom was pushed up. When she looked again at her front view, the garter belt ran across her lower belly but left her entire pubic mound on display.

It was sexy and naughty. The candlelight added to its allure. She brushed her hair out and left it flowing freely to brush her shoulders.

Her clit started throbbing before she even opened the bathroom door.

The click of her heels against the tile seemed excessively loud. It wasn’t the first time she’d planned to have sex, but it was so much more intense because she wasn’t sure of Tarak. He was unpredictable, which accounted for the tremble in her fingers as she reached for the sliding door.

She gasped when she saw him. Tarak was stretched out along the foot of the bed, watching the bathroom door.

And the man was gloriously naked.

“That corset was worth all the trouble it took me to find it.” His gaze was on her nipples—it looked like he wanted to lick them.

The candlelight flickered along his smooth skin, dancing over the hard ridges of his body. His cock stood out rock hard and perfect.

“Now, you are definitely worth waiting for… my pet.”

Sabra swallowed and moved toward him, trying to move smoothly, confidently, but she felt stiff.

“Stop.” He sat up, his expression tightening. Sabra paused, not really sure what to do. She wobbled just a tiny bit on her heels and ordered herself to find some poise.

It was an impossible task though, because Tarak was staring at her bared mons.

“I am going to lick that bare cleft.”

It was what she’d hoped for, but hearing it out loud sent her heart racing. Without thinking, she started to cover her newly bared pubic region with her hands.

“Freeze.” The order was clipped and short. “Put your hands behind your back, Sabra.”

“Ummmm—”

There was a sudden snap of leather. She jumped, her eyes going wide as she caught sight of a black leather flogger in his hand. He’d had it behind his body. He pulled it between his fingers as she tried to swallow the lump clogging her throat.

“I’ve had a few relationships over the years that included power exchange moments, but I honestly have to admit”—he pulled his fingers along the ends of the flogger before looking her dead in the eye—“you’re the first woman I’ve ever wanted submission from.”

It was a compliment. A savage one maybe, but the honesty was blazing in his eyes.

“I want more than a fuck, Sabra. I want the trust to let me drive you to the edge.”

She nodded, her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth. He shook his head and lowered his feet to the floor. The room suddenly shrank, the impulse to move back a step almost overwhelming her.

“The safe word, Sabra.” He stood up, crowding her even more. “That’s how you give trust and how I respect it.”

“Gold.”

One dark eyebrow rose. “Rather fitting.”

He started to circle her, taking slow, even steps she couldn’t hear. She turned her head to follow his progress behind her.

“Eyes forward. I want to look you over, my pet.”

She looked forward, only to discover he’d draped a towel over the mirror behind the headboard. She felt his gaze on her bare bottom and felt her pussy growing wet.

“Feet apart.”

She was already complying before she thought about it. The position gave her slit enough room to separate and she smelled the scent of her own arousal. He snapped the flogger again and she jumped, stumbling forward a few steps before regaining her balance.

He slid a hard arm around her waist, helping to steady her, but all it did was blow up her control completely. His skin was smooth and hot against hers. That hard cock of his was pressed against her lower back, making her pussy ache for it.

“The flogger is a toy, Sabra, and I grew out of toys long ago.” She heard him drop the flogger onto the floor. “I much prefer my bare hands.”

“So do I,” she muttered breathlessly.

He clicked his tongue in reprimand and bit the side of her neck gently. “Pets don’t give their opinions.”

He rubbed one of her buttocks before lifting his hand and delivering a soft smack. It popped and sent a ripple of sensation through her. He rubbed the spot gently before closing his hand around her neck and tipping her head back onto his shoulder. When she complied, he shifted, allowing his cock between her thighs. Her mind went into meltdown, arousal biting into her so hard she whimpered.

He stroked her throat, using a gentle touch as he teased her earlobe with his lips. He thrust his cock through her slit, the level of her arousal clear by how wet she was.

“Close your feet and give me something to fuck.”

She wanted to lean forward, but he held her head back against his shoulder. She shuddered but moved her feet together.

“Mmmmm… very well done.”

He thrust against her, the hard length of his cock teasing her clit every time it slid past.

“You will not come,” he ordered in a raspy tone. “You will feel my release and be pleasured by the knowledge that your flesh gave me satisfaction, Sabra.”

“
Oh
shit
,” she cussed, not sure if she was turned on or repulsed by the idea. All she could feel was a burning hunger. “I don’t know… I don’t know if—”

His grip on her throat tightened just a fraction, stopping her.

“You trust me to know what I need to give you.”

“Okay.”

She was trembling, sweat beading on her forehead as anticipation tormented her.

“Close your eyes.” He stroked the column of her throat. “You’ll know I’m close when my nipples harden. Tell me when you feel them.”

His voice was almost disembodied. It felt as if it were inside her head, the pair of them one being. He was thrusting against her, his knees slightly bent so that he could keep his cock between the top of her thighs. Knowing he was going to come made her jealous. Her clit was aching with need, but all he did was tease it with every thrust.

“Cross your ankles, Sabra.” His breathing was hard. “Squeeze my dick tighter.”

“
Asshole
.” She couldn’t help herself; the word came out of her frustration. But she crossed her feet and tightened her legs.

She was so turned on his cock was slick with the juices spilling from her body. She didn’t think she’d ever been so aroused in her life. Her nipples were beading and she was trying to lower her body, in an effort to press against his cock, but he held her still with the arm around her waist.

“Do you feel them yet?”

She was so concentrated on her lower body it took a moment for her mind to grasp what he said. Little grunts were escaping from his lips as he pumped against her faster.

“Yes!” She shimmied her shoulders and gasped. “Oh hell yes… your nipples are hard, Tarak.”

The knowledge was like a wave crashing into her. Raw power surged through her, filling her as he growled and his cock started to jerk between her thighs. She gasped and squeezed him so tight her muscles ached. She could feel him losing control while she pressed hard enough to ensure he lost it completely. He snarled savagely next to her ear, holding her throat in place as she heard his come hitting the floor.

She shimmied again, slowly moving her shoulders against his hard nipples and rubbing her bottom against his cock. “That was intense,” she said

He licked the outside edge of her ear. “Thank you for offering your ass.”

Her eyes opened wide, and she tried straightening her neck. “That wasn’t what I meant.”

He slid his hand around and gathered up her hair, holding it firmly in a fist as he bent her over.

“Put your hands on the bed.”

With her ankles still crossed, it was an awkward position. She was off balance, unsure, and mentally absorbed with the idea of having him touch her back entrance. But she flattened her hands on the foot of the bed, the crushing satisfaction of the last encounter fueling her need to continue.

He bent down and mopped up the floor. Their gazes met and he sat down behind her on the floor.

“Spread your legs.”

He was going to watch her pussy open. Her cheeks flamed red as he watched.

“You took a good long look at my cock when you came out of the bathroom.” He reached over and picked up the flogger and began tapping it against the floor with a lazy rhythm. “I want to see your pussy.”

She uncrossed her ankles and opened her legs. He stopped her with the flogger, laying it against the ankle she’d moved. The leather made her shiver.

“Watch my face as you spread yourself wider.” He tapped a spot on the wood floor.

She licked her lower lip and moved her foot. His gaze was centered on her slit, his eyes narrowing when she moved. There was no way to explain the rush of confidence that filled her in that moment. He could have spoken a hundred compliments, but none of them would have matched the pure honesty she saw in his eyes.

He liked what he saw, desired it.

He teased the inside of her thigh with the flogger, running it up from her knee and then down again. She was so excited her clit gave a sudden twist, almost bursting with a climax in response.

“What a perfect submissive position and yet…” He tantalized the inside of her other thigh with the flogger. “I feel like I’m the one being held captive.”

He stood up, disappearing from her sight. It stoked the excitement bubbling inside her. When he came back into view, there was a black leather sheath covering his cock. It even had a bag that held his balls. Frustration tore through her and she started to straighten up, intent on pulling the thing off what she craved.