She's All Tied Up: Club 3, Book 2 (18 page)

Jake’s eyes met hers, and he raised one brow, his expression giving nothing away. Oh, right. Carlie lowered her gaze to his feet.

“Do you…want me to take the stockings off?” she blurted.

“No,” he said, and she dared one glance to see his gaze on her legs, with a heat that flashed through her like a hot ball of need. “No, I think we’ll leave them on.”

She let out a breath. He wasn’t disgusted, anyway.

“Come here,” he commanded.

She walked back to him and stood before him, waiting. Okay, now she felt like a submissive. She’d come to him at his command, and she wore only scraps of sexy lace and sandals, while he was fully clothed in a black silky T-shirt, pants and woven slip-ons that were
not
tiny high heels designed to make his legs look longer, as her shoes were.

He lifted his big hands and pushed her hair back over her shoulders, his touch gentle. “You look amazing, baby.”

Before she could stop herself, she shook her head once in embarrassed negation. His hands stilled. She waited, not breathing. Oops. Pretty sure she wasn’t supposed to argue with a dom—especially not this one.

“You don’t believe me?” He put a calloused forefinger under her chin and tipped her head up to look into her eyes. He scowled, and this time he shook his head. “Damn, you really don’t get it, do you?”

“Get what?” she managed.

“That you are one hot, sexy woman.” His gaze slipped down over her to linger on her breasts. Her body reacted instantly, her skin flushing, nipples tightening in their thin lace covering, poking out. He made that sound of deep approval again. “You have world-class tits and a smokin’ body.”

He let his gaze wander farther, down to the apex of her thighs. “Not all guys want walking toothpicks, you know.”

She stiffened, her pleasure in his words disappearing.

He cocked his head and regarded her narrowly. “What?”

Carlie stared at his broad chest, her hands fisting at her sides. “Nothing.” It was none of her business if his actions didn’t match his words. She didn’t need him to say all this stuff.

His hand lifted her chin again, but this time his thumb and forefinger held her in a firm grip, and his face was stern, displeasure in every line. “Carlie, when I ask you a question, I get an answer—an honest one. That’s how this works. If you don’t trust me, don’t trust what I say, then you don’t belong here with me.”

She flinched but forced herself to return his gaze. “I’m—you’re right. It—it’s just that…woman you were talking to when I walked in? I saw you with her at Pink Night. She’s…well, the opposite of me, that’s for sure.”

An odd expression crossed his hard face. He set his hand on her hip, and Carlie nearly whimpered at the pleasure of his touch on her bare skin. His hands were so big, so warm, and she could feel calluses. He rubbed his other thumb over her chin, his gaze falling and then lifting to meet hers again.

“I’m not gonna discuss what I do with other subs here. Suffice to say, men are wired different than women. And I’m a dom. That means I give club patrons what they need. Lot of times—a
lot
of times that doesn’t include fucking.”

Carlie blinked. The other subs here, like she was just one of a group. Eww, she wasn’t sure about that. Still, it sounded as if he hadn’t had sex with that woman.

A faint twinkle warmed his eyes. “You don’t like that word—fucking?”

“I don’t mind it.” She wasn’t going to say it, but if he did, well, they
were
in a sex club.

“Good. You want me to fuck you, Carlie?”

Heat suffused her, this time not from embarrassment. Oh God, just the thought of getting him in her arms, his impressive package inside her was enough to make her knees weak and her pussy clench.

She tried to nod, but his grip wouldn’t allow it. Which was okay, because she could drown in the hot ice of his gray eyes. “Yes,” she whispered.

His hand moved on her hip, sliding down over her ass, his little finger sliding inside the lace of her panties to rest at the apex of the cleft of her ass. That tantalizing touch sent a shiver right through her. “Ask me, sub.”

It was a challenge, an order. And even with her heart pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it and her weak legs ready to drop her at his feet, she was going to take it.

“Please,” she asked, her voice cracking as she gazed into his eyes. “F-fuck me, Jake.”

“While you’re restrained,” he goaded, his mouth so close to hers she felt every puff of his warm, minty breath. He must have had a breath mint after his beer. The stray thought flitted through her mind and disappeared in a rush of heat.

Oh God, now her legs really were going to melt. A small whimper broke free from her throat, and his body tensed, a large predator ready to spring. “While…while I’m restrained,” she whispered. “By you.”

“All right, then. You want that, that’s what I’ll give you.”

And this was what she’d give him. Her body, and her trust. Just for now, because that was all this was.

Carlie peeped past Jake at the bed. “Um, do we have to…go somewhere else?” she asked.

“Why would we have to do that?” he asked, his attention fully on her, not looking at her breasts or already grabbing her ass, moving ahead to the main event. She loved that about him—how he really listened to her and watched her to see what she was feeling, what she really meant when she spoke.

Having Jake’s undivided attention was more arousing than any other guy touching all her best places. When he looked into her eyes, the way he was now, she felt special, beautiful and turned on.

Oh right. He’d asked a question. “Well, because there’s no…um, stuff in here. Bondage stuff—I mean, equipment.” Gah, she sounded like an idiot.

Unexpectedly, he grinned. And Jake Stone grinning was a sight to see, like the sun breaking through the Portland winter clouds. His white teeth flashed, one of his eyeteeth slightly crooked so his lip quirked up over it, his eyes twinkling, a crease in each of his hard cheeks, amusement radiating from him. “You don’t think there’s ‘stuff’ in this room? Remember where you are, sub.”

A hard shiver of awareness racked through her. Right. She was upstairs at the club. There was bondage equipment here, somewhere. Concealed. Waiting for her. She peered around the room again, her nerves jumping higher.

He felt her shiver, because his smile slid away, leaving a man intent on what he meant to do—her.

“Y’know,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “I was gonna ease you in, but I think we’ll just skip a step or two, because the thought of this really excites you, doesn’t it?”

She wanted to shake her head, wanted it very badly, because she was scared. But she knew if she did, she wasn’t being honest with herself or Jake. Because mostly what frightened her was what she would discover about herself. And she hadn’t made it this far to lie.

Looking into his eyes, she nodded. And was rewarded with a squeeze of his hands. “Good. We’ll get to the bed later. After we’ve had some fun.”

Chapter Thirteen

Jake kept his hand on Carlie’s ass, guiding her firmly. Not making her choose anymore.

He walked her to the heavy draperies hanging on the wall. Reaching to one side, his gaze on her face, he pulled a cord. The draperies parted as if revealing a stage set. Carlie gasped, breath freezing in her throat.

A huge X in a wooden frame took up most of the wall, like the one she’d seen in the first room. The wood was smooth and dark. Dangling from it were cuffs, ropes and chains, all of them in black fabric and dark metal. Classy, and the metal pieces were even padded. But still scary as heck.

Jake gave her only a few seconds to take it all in before moving her to the wall, and turning her so her back was to it. “Look at me,” he ordered.

Carlie’s gaze flew to his as if his gaze were a lifeline.

“I’m gonna restrain your hands,” he told her, his hands already circling her wrists and lifting her arms up and to the sides. “Hold on here, baby.”

Baby.
Carlie curled her fingers around the smooth, wooden grips and watched his face as he looked up and to the side. She knew other women who sneered at being called that, thought it was an attempt by a man to diminish them. Now she knew it was because they hadn’t heard Jake say it to them in this soft rumble, which wrapped around her as surely as the velvet grip of the cuff he fastened at her wrist. He tugged, and then turned his attention to the other side. Then he looked back at her.

“Anything feels too tight, it hurts or you feel any numbness, you tell me. I’ll be checking too.”

Carlie nodded, and his gaze warmed, a small reward but one that she felt arrow straight inside her to glow in her chest. Other parts of her were glowing too. The velvet grip on her wrists felt strange, in a really, really good way. She was restrained…she was safe.

“Now I’m gonna restrain your feet,” he told her. His gaze swept down over her, stopping on her groin. “Those panties tie there at the hip, or are those little ribbon thing just for show?”

“They tie,” she managed, her voice a husk of sound. Oh God, if he took her panties off, he’d see that she was already wet and probably swollen. How embarrassing—he hadn’t even touched her, not really, and she was already excited.

“Good.” He dropped to one knee, and his warm, calloused hand closed on her leg. His thumb caressing the inside of her ankle, he looked up at her. How did he still manage to be clearly in command, even while kneeling at her feet? “Step wide.”

Spread her feet? Holy moly. That would give him unfettered access between her legs, even standing. His brows lowered. Quickly, Carlie moved her foot, letting him urge it to the side several inches. A cuff, lined with velvet like the ones on her wrists, closed around it. He moved to her other foot, and soon it was also positioned wide and cuffed to the board behind her.

It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was completely unnerving. She felt like one of those women in the old silent movie clips, waiting for her burlesque show partner to throw knives at her. Whatever happened from now on was completely out of her control. She was in this man’s power, and the only thing that would release her was a word—one she didn’t want to say.

Jake rocked back on his heels and looked up at her, his gaze full of intent. “Now that’s what I’ve been waiting to see,” he said.

“You—you have?”

“Uh-huh,” he answered, but his gaze was on her breasts as he rose. “I have. And now, time for those pretty tits to come out and play.”

A shot of arousal hit her, throbbing deep in her pussy and tightening her nipples as if he’d touched them. What was he going to do? The uncertainty was as exciting as the knowledge that Jake—
Jake
was going to put his hands and maybe his mouth on her. Carlie bit back the whimper that fought to escape, but she still made a small, breathy sound.

His gaze shot to hers. She blushed, her cheeks burning.

“Don’t hide what you’re feeling,” he said, stepping so close the heat of his body radiated through his clothing and his warm breath brushed her cheeks. “I want it all, Carlie. What you like, what you want, what you’re afraid to want—what you think you shouldn’t want but do anyway. All that, and all this”—his hands settled on her ribs, just under her breasts, hot and powerful—“belong to me…as long as we’re here. Yeah?”

She made that sound again as her pussy contracted with sharp need. “Yeah.”

Then he lifted his hands and cupped her breasts while looking into her eyes. He squeezed the heavy globes and swiped his thumbs over the stiff points of her nipples through the lace. Carlie jerked at the sharp rush of pleasure.

“Sensitive,” he murmured, watching her face. “That’s good. Breasts this gorgeous should be sensitive, should feel every bit of the pleasure they give.”

While she was reeling from the beauty of his words, he opened her bra with a quick, expert flick and pulled the cups aside so the bra dangled from her shoulders like a discarded pink husk.

“I like that,” he told her. “Makes you look more naked. More exposed.”

At this she did whimper, half protest, half delight. Oh my God, he was looking at her bare breasts. He caught that too, examined her face as he cupped her breasts again, this time just his powerful, work-hardened hands on her bare skin, cupping and lifting her breasts as gently as baby birds.

“Exposed,” he repeated. “To me. I can see the Carlie that you don’t show anybody else, can’t I, Carlie? The woman who wants to be mastered, wants to be touched, however I want to touch you. You walked in here all covered up, lookin’ classy. But I uncovered you.”

Carlie bit her lip while he fondled her with clear enjoyment, watching every nuance of her response. His hands were so big, so hard and male on her delicate flesh, so
other
. And everything he did felt so very good.

He flicked her nipples with his thumbs again, and she whimpered. He grunted and took them between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the distended nubs with a firm touch. “These are fuckin’ hot, baby. Long and stiff. You want my mouth on you?”

She nodded quickly, so quickly a lock of hair fell forward over her shoulder, over his hand.

He cocked his head, watching as he brushed her hair back over her shoulder, as slowly as if they had all night. “Ask me, sub.”