Tied Up and Twisted (4 page)

“You’re pure sweetness,” he says, and he sets her back and starts to undo his belt. She can see a time when she’ll beg him to use the leather on her. Right now, it’s only in the way of getting his pants off. She’s desperate to have him inside her. Luckily, he doesn’t make her wait any longer.

“I wanted to do this from the first time I saw you,” she says.

“I know.”

He teases her first, fucking her clit with the head of his cock. She feels as if her clitoris is swelling and expanding. Nobody has ever taunted her like this before. They wouldn’t dare withhold pleasure. Reed doesn’t seem afraid of her at all. She raises her hips in an attempt to get him to thrust inside her. He refuses to be rushed. Every move she makes, he counters. He simply fucks the wet, slippery length of his cock against her pussy, over and over until she feels the pleasure in every cell of her body. Only when she is on the brink does he thrust inside her. Only when she is begging does he actually start the ride.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says.

His cock is in her, and she groans at the way he feels. Filling her. Completing her.

“I never had that before. That connection at first sight.” She can’t believe she’s talking while he’s fucking her, but she wants to explain. She’s not a girl who will fuck anyone.

“I know,” he says again.

“How do you know?”

He makes sure to slide one hand between them, so he can continue plucking her clit while he fucks her. “I just do.”

She wraps her thighs around him. She is so glad they fit. His cock is hard and strong, hitting all the right places deep inside her. She can’t wait to suck him, to taste the way their juices mingle, can’t wait to try all the different positions she loves—doggy-style with him pulling on her hair, reverse cowgirl so he can grip her hips and work her just right. But right now, he’s on top, drilling her hard, and she knows she’s going to climax.

But then he says, “Why would you let that man whip you?”

There it is. The chilled tone once more. “I wanted to show you…” She’s not sure how to explain. “I wanted you to see.”

“But why him… and not me?”

What is he saying to her? The way he’s talking is like a stone-cold dom. She feels a shiver trace along the back of her neck.

“I didn’t think you’d understand.”

His eyes are cold. “I don’t ever want you to ask someone else to lay a hand on you when what you really want is me.”

The way he says the words makes her come.

* * *

Guy stays at the club. There’s no reason for him to leave. She’s with Frost, and he has no backup plan. He brought Hadley to the gym so they could have another shot. He told Frost to steer clear, so he could dance his way back into Hadley’s heart. He isn’t a psychopath. She doesn’t want him anymore. He has to accept the fact that she’s really gone.

That doesn’t make the pain easier to bear. And it’s not his first choice of pain.

Dean finds him on a leather bench.

“You were with her for a while?”

“Two years.”

Dean puts one hand on Guy’s thigh. “I used to watch the two of you do scenes together,” he says.

Guy looks at Dean. He leans in close. They share a kiss.

“That’s the last time you lead,” Dean says. Guy feels as if someone has wrapped a chain around his heart to keep the organ from breaking.

* * *

Frost asks, “Don’t you ever just want to get a cup of coffee?” They sit in the truck bed together, her legs over his. Their connection feels so natural, as if they’ve been a couple for years.

“What do you mean?” She’s trembling. He reaches through the window of the truck to grab his jacket, and he sets it over her shoulders. The gesture tugs at her. He’s a gentleman.

“Twenty-four-seven relationships—like the ones in the books you sent me. Do they make any sense to you?”

So he read the books. “Aren’t most relationships 24/7?”

“Smart-ass.”

His tone strikes a chord in her stomach. She sits up straighter.

“In the past, have you escaped on the weekends?” she asks him. “Taken a few personal days—got off early for good behavior?”

“I can see how it might feel nice to give you a good, hard spanking.”

She lets herself smirk. There’s still time. “Do you now?”

He leans back and looks at her. He’s told her straight out. He’s not someone who plays games. She likes this about him. “I can. I can see exactly what that would feel like, dragging you over my lap, lifting that poor excuse for a skirt up.” He nudges her PVC skirt with his foot. “Spanking you on your bare bottom.”

He says
bottom.
But she knows she can get him to say
ass.

“In fact, I can imagine exactly how long I would spank you before you’d cry and beg me to stop. But I wouldn’t stop.…”

She’s getting wet again.

“I’d keep punishing your pretty bottom until I was finished. And that might take me a while. I’ve got a very firm hand.”

She squirms on the blanket. She wishes he’d do exactly what he just described. Even after having been worked by Dean at the club, she’s ready for a spanking at Frost’s hand.

“But I don’t know about having someone waiting for me to tell them what to do.”

“That’s your fucking job. You tell people what to do all day long.”

When she says
fucking
, his eyes harden. “I don’t tell them to suck my cock.”

He’s getting closer. She can almost feel him crossing the line.

“It’s not like that.”

“Then you tell me what it’s like. Stop giving me books and hints and fucking taunts. Tell me exactly what you want from me.”

She stares into his eyes. She sees something there. What she saw when she first walked into the gym. “This.” She grips his hand. She means the connection.

“I don’t get it.”

“Take me home. I’ll show you.”

* * *

Frost’s apartment looks nothing like Hadley had expected. She’d thought there would be photographs. Medals. Trophies. The walls are white. The furniture is dark. There is nothing else.

He takes her to the bedroom. She sits on the edge of the mattress and looks at him. She’s wearing bra, panties and his shiny athletic jacket. “Your house is so empty.”

“She took everything.”

She.

Hadley doesn’t ask who she was. When Frost wants to, if Frost wants to, he’ll tell her. He comes close to her and undresses her. Hadley feels like a doll the way he moves her, carefully pulling off the jacket, undoing her bra, slipping her panties down her thighs.

Hadley opens her arms. Frost hesitates before embracing her, gripping her body to his. She’s entirely naked, and he has his jeans and shirt on. She likes that.

“You’ve lived like this for how long?

“Seven years.”

“Seven,” she echoes.

“It was easier than doing anything else.”

For a moment he simply holds her, his palms under her ass. She feels weightless in his arms. She runs her fingertips along his biceps. She shivers when she feels how strong he is. He sets her down only long enough to strip, himself. Then

he carries her across the room and holds her against the wall, pinning her. He’d promised himself that he wouldn’t do this again. But he already broke that promise. She’s so warm. He feels as if he’s melting inside.

* * *

Dean hustles Guy into the bathroom. “You’re so pretty,” Dean says. “I’ve admired that mouth of yours for so goddamn long.”

Guy looks at his reflection in the mirror. His hair is tousled. For once he doesn’t move to fix it, even though he has a comb in his back pocket.

Dean traces his fingers over Guy’s full lips. “Your mouth was made to suck cock. You know that, don’t you?”

Guy thinks of the time with Hadley and the strap-on. He thinks of what made him cry that night, and he nods.

“On your knees, boy.”

Guy drops to his knees on the bathroom floor. Dean slides a thumb between Guy’s lips. “Suck it,” he says. “Show me what you can do.”

Guy’s cock is a rod in his leather pants. He sucks Dean’s thumb, and he stares up at the handsome dom, wanting so badly to suck something else, to drain Dean to the root.

* * *

Hadley’s thighs are around Frost’s waist, her body pressed to his. She knows they’re going to fuck again, soon, but she wants him to talk to her first. She needs to know.

“She left,” he says, “and I didn’t want to try again. I got used to having what I have.”

“Nothing.”

“Nothing is easy.” He laughs, but darkly. “I don’t mean it the way that sounds. It was easy growing accustomed to having nothing.”

“Sounds Zen.”

He shakes his head. “I’m not the type.”

“You don’t have to be like that anymore.”

He slides the head of his cock inside her. She can feel her pussy respond automatically. They are good together. They fit. She has no idea how well.

Frost fucks her against the wall, and Hadley feels the magic of being with someone who knows how to touch you. She has her eyes closed, her head back. Frost is so strong. He balances her easily in his big hands, maneuvers her exactly the way he wants. He has her positioned on his thighs for a moment, and she remembers the first glimpse she had of him as she entered the gym. The power that she felt.

He runs a hand over her clit, and she keens low and sweet under her breath. She feels so real in his hands. He understands suddenly that he has to come clean. He made her bare her soul to him. “I have to tell you something,” he says.

He’s fucking her as he talks. She can’t find the breath to respond.

“I’m not new…not to what you like. What you need.”

He has her clit between his thumb and forefinger, and he bears down, giving her too much pressure. No, not too much.
So
much. She feels as if she will explode with the sensation. She’s too overwhelmed to unravel what he’s telling her. “What do you mean?” She’s panting.

He pulls out and carries her to the bed. He spreads her facedown on his mattress and waits for her to turn her head and look at him. Frost has made the decision—he can be honest with her. He presses his mouth to her ear. “Hadley,” he says, “You don’t have to explain things to me.”

* * *

“Open wide,” Dean says, and Guy parts his lips. Dean has his cock out, and he sets the head on Guy’s bottom lip. Guy starts to suck. He doesn’t think he will last long. He’s sure he will come right in his pants. He wonders what will happen if he does. As if reading his thoughts, Dean says, “Don’t you dare get off from sucking my cock, boy.”

Guy gazes up at his new dom, hope vibrant in his dark brown eyes.

“If you do, I’ll have to take you home and punish that saucy ass of yours. I’ll use you in ways you’ve never even dreamed about.” Dean ruffles Guy’s hair, and he smiles at his new toy. “But then again, I’ll do that either way.”

Guy sighs with pleasure. This is a dream come true.

* * *

Frost can tell that she still doesn’t understand. She looks over her shoulder at him, watches as he pulls his belt free from the loops of his discarded jeans. He doubles the leather. Makes the belt snap. She sees the finesse in his movements. She can’t believe what he’s saying. “I don’t get it. Why would you let me go through all that? Why wouldn’t you just say…” She pushes herself up on her hands and knees.

He pushes her back down and shrugs as he looks at her. “I was done. Until I met you, that is. I was all finished.”

“Yeah, but you said, you told me…” She pushes up again.

“Get back into position, kid. Now.”

She glares at him and he lets the belt land against her naked ass cheeks, once, twice. She knows enough not to put a hand back to cover herself. Still, he puts one hand in the small of her back and forces her against the mattress. He licks her with the belt a third again. This time the leather stings. She bucks against the mattress, unable to stop herself. “You said you never had anyone in your power.…”

He shakes his head. “You’ll have to listen to my words better in the future.”

“I’m a good listener.” But a bad sub, she thinks. He stripes her again.

“I wanted to hear you tell me what you needed. I wanted you to spell out every desire. I wanted to know why you want what you want. You say you want 24/7. I have to be sure.”

It wasn’t fair, he thinks. He played her. But she played him, too. There are games, every once in a while, where everyone wins.

“God, I knew,” she says. But how had she known? Seeing him like that across the gym had sparked something inside her. She’d sensed his power then; she sees it in action now. He whips her twice more, then opens the closet and shows her what’s there. The tools. The weapons. The whips and crops and paddles. Her heart throbs. She sees on the top of the closet is a row of books. From the spines she recognizes the ones she sent him—doubles, obviously, of the ones he already has. Plus other classic BDSM titles:
The
120 Days of Sodom.
Justine.
Gritty.
The Punishment of Sleeping Beauty.

“You want to be with me,” he says. It’s a statement, but she nods, then says, “Yes, Reed.” Has she ever called him by his name before? The name sounds right on her lips.

“You’re sure? Because I can’t go through this again unless I know.”

She looks at him. The connection is more than combustible. She doesn’t want to keep her hands off him. “Yes.”

“Tell me what you want. I need to hear you say the words.”

“You,” she says.

“But why?” He grabs a paddle and comes toward her. “You give me a reason, and if I like what you have to say, I’ll put you over my lap and spank your ass.”

She works to hide the grin. She knew
ass
was in his vocabulary somewhere.

Frost sits on the edge of the mattress and pulls her over his lap. He strokes her bare skin with his palm, and Hadley slides her pussy against his thigh. She thinks about what she wants to say, how she can explain to Frost her desires. Clearly, she doesn’t have to unravel the whole mystery of BDSM for him. She only has to come clean about herself.

“You know
9½ Weeks
?”

“Of course,” he says. It’s like the Bible of their world.