Chapter 9 #3
“Oh, don’t worry, you’ll enjoy yourself …
I promise,” she said, her smile triumphant and impossibly sexy.
She finished her task, making sure that he was good and secure and wouldn’t be using his hands anytime soon.
Then, slowly, stealthily, seductively, she snaked her way down his body, planting warm, wet kisses over his ribs and pecs and abs.
Desire cut through him with a painful sharpness. Even vulnerable, bound and defenseless, he wanted her. He was coming to always want her.
“Lower,” he said gruffly. “Suck my cock, baby.”
Krista glanced up at him from beneath her lashes. “In good time. Remember who is whose bitch today. I’ll do with you as I please.”
A carnal growl rumbled through him as he bucked his hips into her. “I’m nobody’s bitch.”
She smiled again. “We’ll see about that. This is my game, and I’ll play it how I please.”
He tugged at the handcuffs that were fastened to the bed.
They were police grade, possibly even hers, and unless he wanted to destroy his own bed, he’d have to sit tight until she released him.
He glared at her, but his cock betrayed his fury and practically winked at her, begging her to come closer.
“So I met some interesting and very handsome men today,” Krista said dryly, letting the backs of her fingers run down the length of his shaft. His balls tightened even more, and his breath hitched.
“In the grocery store of all places. Two were bald, and one had the most luxurious head of flaxen blond hair I’ve ever seen. He could do a campaign for Pantene.”
Brock’s whole body went stiff. Her nails tickled his inner thighs as she leaned her head over and slid her tongue up his cock from base to crown, sucking lightly on the tip. Her mouth hovered over the tip, and she bared her teeth.
Fear shot through him like a bolt of lightning. Gently, she nipped the tip. His hips shot up off the bed from the mix of extreme pain and hidden pleasure.
“Look … I, uh … ”
But she didn’t give him time to continue and instead rammed him to the back of her throat, not allowing him to finish his sentence, pumping him with her hand and devouring his length with her mouth.
Holy fuck. This was not at all how he saw this little scenario going. Brock thrust his pelvis up into her face, desperate for her to take him deeper. He was already close. The woman had the mouth of a goddess.
But then she stopped.
Why’d she stop?
Sitting back on her heels, her eyes glassy and her cheeks a pretty pink from her own arousal, she looked him dead in the eye.
“It would seem all the blood has rushed from your brain, so I’m going to give you a moment or two while I jump in the shower to think about the choices you’ve made.
Putting a tail on me without my consent, tsk tsk, Brock, I don’t like that one bit.
” Then she got up and shut the bathroom door.
A moment later, he heard the muffled sound of laughter.
It was quite some time later that his captor emerged from the bathroom, looking refreshed and revitalized.
She had a black towel wrapped around her lithe body and another around her unruly hair.
Her cheeks were an even sexier pink than before, and the delicious scent that followed her out the door made Brock’s pulse kick back into high gear.
But as turned on as he was by the sight of her, the smell of her and the memory of the blow job and orgasm that almost was, he was also full of rage. White-hot rage.
“What the fuck?” he growled, pulling at the handcuffs and shooting daggers at her from his eyes. “Take these off me!”
Ignoring his demands and appearing almost bored, she let the towel drop to the floor and crawled back onto the bed, inching her way up from his feet to his pelvis, once again grazing her tongue along his length.
He couldn’t hide it. Despite the fury, he was still turned on, still wanted her.
Only this time, he wanted to be in control.
Needed to be in control. A drop of pre-cum beaded on the crown of his cock, and using her finger, she swirled it around before licking it off and closing her eyes with a soft hum.
Brock swallowed. Fuck, she was something.
“Suck it,” he said, his voice catching in his throat. The lack of control, the need to come—he was not in his comfort zone right now. And she knew that and was using it to her advantage.
She continued moving upward over his torso and chest until the scruff of his chin scratched the inside of her thighs. He glanced down toward the lips of her pussy, perfectly pink and glistening with arousal. He couldn’t stop himself and licked his lips.
Her eyes flared as she watched him. “Apologize properly, and then maybe I’ll consider releasing you.” She lowered her cleft down onto his waiting mouth.
A groan rumbled through the woman on top of him as he carefully scratched her inner thighs with his chin and cheeks while flicking out his tongue to brush her clit.
She groaned again and shamelessly pressed into his face, taking what she wanted, what she needed.
He loved how strong she was, how bossy and demanding.
It would be a power struggle between the two of them for sure, because he was just as much a control freak, but he also liked a woman who knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to fight for it.
No, the mother of his child was no weak little kitten sitting in the corner.
She was a lioness, just as ready to fight and defend as he was.
“Fuck my pussy,” she demanded. “Fuck it with your mouth.”
He did as he was told and sucked on her folds before letting his tongue dart in and out, plunging deep inside only to retract and then do the whole thing over again.
She rode his face for a while, reveling in the power.
He’d let her have the power—for now. Once the cuffs were off, she’d be beneath him and paying dearly for this little role-reversal trick of hers.
She continued to rock against him, soft moans and feminine sighs letting him know he was doing just what she liked.
He drank her down, her sweet honey pouring across his tongue as her clit grew hard and swollen.
She was close. Now if only she’d release his hands so he could feel her tight heat around him as well, fuck her with his fingers and truly take her the way she wanted to be taken.
Her hands drifted up, and she began pinching and pulling on her nipples. Brock loved a woman who wasn’t afraid to heighten her own pleasure, to touch herself whether he was in the room or not. She cupped her breasts and rolled them in her palms as her lips parted and she let her head loll back.
“So good,” she said with a sigh. “So. Fucking. Good.”
Brock knew she was close, but for some reason she just wasn’t getting there. “Release me so I can use my fingers,” he said, sucking hard on her clit and making her body jerk against him.
Lifting her head again, she glanced down at him.
“Not a chance.” She nibbled on her bottom lip for a moment, gyrating her slippery cleft against his mouth.
“But you are right, I do need more.” Humming softly to herself, she let her body slide down his face until the apex of her thighs was positioned right at his chin, her buttocks on his chest.
Brock glanced down at her with curiosity.
“Deny it all you want,” she said with a grin as she pushed her swollen lips and clit against his chin and began to move, “but you’re loving this.”
“No need to deny a thing,” he said, his voice hoarse.
She pushed her labia against his chin again and began to move, swirling and thrusting.
“This feels good?” he asked.
She moaned an incoherent yes before trailing a hand down over the small swell of her abdomen to the V of her legs. She spread her lips wide and began to rub circles around her clit.
God, the sight was something to behold. Never in a million years did Brock think he’d ever get so damn lucky.
“It hurts … kind of, but not in a bad way. Your chin is so prickly and my skin so sensitive.” She moaned again. “So, so good.”
He wiggled his chin back and forth and up and down, hitting the underside of her clit just right while her fingers did their job on top. She exploded in a matter of seconds, pushing her hips up harder onto his chin, letting the coarse hair rub against her slick flesh.
Seconds later, she rolled to the side of the bed, her arm casually draped over her eyes and her chest heaving with each ragged breath.
Brock’s balls throbbed with a dull, painful ache between his legs. “You, uh … you going to let me come or what?” he asked, taking great care to hide the desperation in his voice.
Slowly, almost drunkenly, she sat up on her knees and looked at him. “No. Not unless you explain to me why the hell you thought siccing Rex on me was a good idea.”
He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t sic Rex on you.
I asked him to do me a favor. You need to be safe.
You’re carrying my child, and I think you’re in danger.
Even now that you’ve switched to light duty, Slade is still a problem.
And as far as the other two dorks go … ” He actually was a bit remorseful for the other two morons ambushing her at the store.
He’d have to knock some sense into them later. He glanced up at her. “Sorry.”
She let out a huff through her nose. “Wasn’t exactly how I wanted to meet your family. Dead on my feet after work.”
A smirk tickled the corner of his mouth.
Jeez, this woman made him smile a lot. It was weird.
But not altogether unpleasant. “For the record,” he started, fighting the urge to squirm from the throbbing need between his legs, “they texted me before you got home and said they like you and think you're cute.”
“You knew I was coming home pissed?”
He nodded. “Though this kind of punishment is way better than the screaming match I’d been anticipating.”
She gave him a half-hearted glare. “I ought to spank you.”
He’d never been the spankee before, but his little lioness and the wicked gleam in her piercing blue eyes made him curious. “Okay.”
Giddiness raced across her face and flared in her eyes. Before he could say, “but first release me,” she was out the door and off to what sounded like the kitchen, returning seconds later with a wooden spatula.
She hopped back up onto the bed and straddled him again, quickly releasing his cuffs. Only instead of getting up onto all fours like a good little submissive, he grabbed her by the wrists, flipped her onto her back, and pinned her beneath him.
“Rule number one: Never believe the first thing that comes out of your captive’s mouth,” he said, his entire body relaxing with the much-needed power shift.
She gaped at him, too shocked to move or fight back.
“Rule number two”—he grabbed one of her wrists and began handcuffing her to the bed just like she had him—“don’t leave your handcuffs where the captive can reach them and use them on you.
That goes for your gun, your knife, your taser, or any other weapon or form of restraint.
” He did the same thing to the other wrist, and within seconds, she was lying naked, bound and spread-eagle on the bed.
He sat back on his knees. “Now that’s more like it.”
“You’re an ass!”
“And you’re going to be fucked properly.” He covered her again, positioning himself between her legs, tempting and teasing her core. God, how he needed to come. “There’s a power struggle going on here, isn’t there?” He grunted, doing a diabolical little hip swirl.
“You better believe it.” She moaned, pushing her pelvis up to meet his.
A low and raspy chuckle shook his body, and then he slammed into her with all his might, his head dipping low until his teeth found a nipple.
“That’s okay,” he murmured, the feeling of her tight, wet heat surrounding him and making the entire world right itself on its axis once more. “I like a challenge.”