Sway (13 page)

dislodge all that.
Not the time
.

And then he began. “Stand up.” He

put a hand on her upper arm to help

her with balance as her eyes were

covered. She was so damned small

without her heels on. Small and

naked and so feminine it drove him to

distraction.

Slowly, relishing every single

moment, relishing the scent of the

rope, the scent of the lotion she used

and the heady, sticky sweet tang of

her desire, he began to bind her.

Around her shoulders and chest,

keeping away from her neck, around

her upper arms and then lower. Tight

enough to leave a mark. Loose

enough that the marks would fade in

an hour or so once he untied her.

Enough. Enough that he’d see them,

remember them until the next time he

could touch her.

He guided her back to the bed, her

muscles heavy, her breathing slower.

“Just tell me to stop if that’s what you

need.” He sat her on the edge, her

feet on the floor.

She was deep in, he realized. Her

chemicals had flooded her body,

leaving her drugged with pleasure. It

was a gift and he’d make sure he

treated it as such.

He stepped from his pants and

approached her again, tapping the

head of his cock against her lips.

She opened immediately and he

shivered as she took him in.

All she wanted was his cock. She

strained against the rope to get more

of him, but he controlled everything.

When he pulled back on the ropes,

she

arched.

The

scratch

was

exquisite; it broke over her with

bright shards of sensation, keeping

her from falling away totally. Without

her vision, it was all about how she

felt. What she heard. What she

smelled and tasted.

He held her by the ropes as she

strained harder to suck him deeper. A

desperate, needy sound tore from her

and he groaned in response.

“Goddamn,” he snarled.

She squeezed her thighs together

and whimpered at the pulse of

pleasure that followed. Not enough.

Too much.

And then he stepped back and she

growled.

A chuckle in her ear. “Patience.”

He helped her stand again and then

turned her, leaning her down so her

feet were on the floor but her upper

body rested against the mattress. She

concentrated hard to hear what he

was doing. Her skin was super-

sensitized. Even the air around her

was a caress. But it was the crinkle

of a condom wrapper that made her

want to burst into tears of happiness.

He nudged her thighs wider and

brushed the head of his cock through

her pussy.

“So wet.”

“Yes!”

He teased around her clit with his

cock, pushing her right to the edge

and pulling back.

“Why is your cunt so wet, Daisy?”

“You. You make it wet.”

“Yes. I’m bringing you your

pleasure. It’s my responsibility.”

The words sent a slice of longing

through her belly. To be thought of

that

way

by

this

man

was

overwhelming. But fleeting? It was

hard to think on it that way when he

was like this. This was intimate on a

stunning, raw level. The idea that

he’d shared this with someone else

seemed incomprehensible. But had

he?

Enough of that.

All her doubts flew away when he

pressed in deep, holding her still

with firm hands at her hips before he

angled her, using her hips to fuck her

cunt back onto his cock.

She struggled for breath, struggled

not to fall into the spell he’d been

weaving since the first time she laid

eyes on him. But it was impossible to

hold out against all he presented to

her life.

Then he bit her shoulder. Just

above the ropes. It was a surprise.

Nearly shocking—but when his teeth

sank in nearly to the point of pain her

entire body flushed with pleasure.

Her cunt squeezed around his cock

and her clit swelled, sliding against

the slick flesh of the hood and her

labia.

“More. God, please more.”

One-handed, he reached around his

cock and found her clit and she

sobbed out a joyous breath, rocking

her hips to get more friction against

his fingertips.

He grunted and then the other hand

slapped her ass, shocking a squeal

from

her.

Bright

pleasure/pain

exploded behind her eyelids. The

sound had been as good as the

sensation. Until the heat of it spread.

And she understood then why

someone would want to be spanked.

First, he wanted to. Which was

important. His cock slammed home

hard over and over. She knew he got

off on whatever it was he was doing

because he sped up his thrusts,

deepening them.

She
made him feel that.

She
made him gasp and growl and

lose his hold on his control.

The victory of it sang through her

veins and then orgasm hit so hard she

screamed into her mattress.

He pressed in deep, holding her

there with a hand at her hip. Inside,

she felt the jerk of his cock as he

came.

He pulled out. “Be right back.”

Quickly he got rid of the condom and

returned to her, still bent over, still

tied up. He blew out a breath.

“You’re beautiful like this.”

She hummed her pleasure, her face

turned toward him, the smile on her

lips dreamy. He took the blindfold

off and she blinked up at him, her

eyes glossy. No fear. No judgment.

No, she looked at him with

acceptance and desire.

That

settled

into

his

gut.

Acceptance of this darker side of his

life was something he told himself he

didn’t need because it had just been a

passing phase in his life. He’d been

lying of course, but that smile on her

lips and the sweet submission in his

eyes only underlined it.

And still.

He untied her, his cock reviving at

the sight of the marks in her skin. He

kissed them gently, ministering to her

as she curled into his side. He

wanted to assure himself she was all

right. But she was. She rested her

head on his biceps, staring up at him

as he kissed her forearm where the

crisscross of marks was most visible.

“I like the way it looks,” she said

lazily.

“I do too.”

“You still have a shirt on.” She

frowned and he pulled it off quickly

so he could be touching her again.

“You’re all right? I didn’t hurt

you?”

“Sure you did.” She shrugged. “In

a good way,” she amended when he

started to speak. “The rope burned a

little when I struggled. But not in a

bad pain way.” She ducked her chin a

moment and he tipped it up to see her

face better.

“I need you to tell me. If this is

going to work, you have to tell me.”

“I like that it got you hot when you

spanked me. I like the way your

breath hitched when you were tying

me up.”

Heat flashed through him. “I like

that too.” He kissed her and she

sighed into him, her body seeming to

melt into his.

“Do you want something to eat or

drink?” Her voice had gone sleepy

and lazy. It was nearly two. He’d

been up almost twenty-four hours and

suddenly with her warmth in his

arms, he had nothing more he wanted

to do than sleep.

“Mmm, no. Close your eyes and

sleep. We’ll eat and drink in the

morning. After I fuck you again.”

She smiled against his chest.

He woke up slow and then jerked

quickly to full consciousness. Not his

bed. Not his house. Not Kelsey.

She opened her eyes sleepily and

smiled. “Hello.”

He relaxed. “Morning. Sorry to

wake you.”

“It’s after eleven anyway. I don’t

normally sleep this late but I have a

rare Saturday off. Would you like to

go on a walkabout with me today?”

He found himself smiling. “And

what’s a walkabout then?”

“When I wake up in a good mood

on a day off with no plans at all, I

just make up the perfect day in my

head and then I do it. So, today I was

thinking of going over to Seattle to hit

SAM. A friend gave me two passes.

You can be my plus one. And then,

perhaps Top Pot and having too many

doughnuts and some hot chocolate.

Yes, that sounds appropriate.”

It did.

“First things first. We need to stop

and get coffee and some pastry. Yes,

I know we’ll be having doughnuts

later. I may amend my choice to

something savory if Jules has

anything that catches my eye.”

She pushed up from bed, naked

and gorgeous, and headed toward the

bathroom. “Well?”

He took that as an invitation and

followed her.

Forty-five minutes later they were

standing at the counter of a place in

town he’d been wanting to try forever

called Tart.

The beautiful blonde lit up when

she caught sight of Daisy, coming out

from behind the counter to gather her

into a hug. “Hello, hot stuff. I’m so

happy to see you.”

“Heya,

gorgeous.

We

need

coffees.” She turned back to Levi.

“Levi Warner, this is Jules Lamprey.

She’s the goddess of pastry and this

is her place.”

Jules gave him a careful looking at

as she took his hand to shake. “It’s

nice to meet you, Levi. Do you want

coffee or something fancy like a

latte?”

She bustled back behind the

counter and pointed to a tray in the

case. “Daze, bacon scones made this

morning.”

“Fuck yeah. I want two, please.”

She turned to Levi. “One of those is

for you. I promise you’ll love me for

it.”

“If it has bacon in it, I generally

accept that I’ll be pleased with it. I’d

like a coffee with room for cream,

please.”

Jules filled cups for both of them

and then bagged up the scones. He

tried to pay but Daisy gave him a

look that had him rethinking that.

Then Jules snorted and swatted

Daisy’s hand away. “You work in

here so much you’ve earned freebies

forever and ever.” She looked to

Levi. “Daisy has saved my life

behind this counter so many times it’s

not funny. She’s that awesome. Just

so you know that.”

Daisy blushed. “Hush up. It’s what

friends do.”

Ah, but not all friends. Levi

understood that as well as he

understood the don’t-you-hurt-my-

friend look and warning he just

received from Jules.

“Where you off to today?”

Daisy poured sugar in her cup and

then looked to Levi. “Two sugars,

right?”

He nodded, dumbstruck by her

once again. A small thing, knowing

how much sugar he took. But she

knew it. She noticed.

She finished the coffee prep and he

took the bags. “We’re off to the

museum, and then hot chocolate and

doughnuts. Maybe a movie if we’re

feeling especially fancy-free.”

“Awesome. I’ll see you tomorrow,

right?”

“Indeed you will. Thanks for the

coffee and scones. Love you.” She

waved and Jules blew her a kiss on

the way out.

He liked to see her around other

people. She had an open, easy

manner and was clearly well loved

by her friends. He’d always cringed

away from women who had a lot of

people they knew but no actual

friends. Daisy seemed to have a

smile and a kind word for everyone

she recognized and they all seemed to

have one in return. It was genuine,

not affected.

He drove and she curled into the

seat, facing him as she spoke. He

normally hated really animated