Chapter 10 #3
“Secure.” My stomach fluttered.
“Now your legs. We’ll keep it nice and simple to start.”
In a flash, he was down by my feet, spreading my ankles wide and tying each one to a bedpost. The camera was back in his hands as he took pictures from every angle.
I tugged, but the ropes held fast. I was bound and helpless on Gavin’s bed, a feast served up for his hungry eyes. My nipples ached from the attention we’d both given them, and my pussy throbbed.
But as the camera clicked and flashed, panic began to swirl through me. I really was at Gavin’s mercy. No one else knew I was here. He could do anything to me. I was powerless—
I jerked at the ropes, trying to get free.
“Blanche,” I croaked.
Gavin immediately put the camera down and took hold of the bindings on my wrists. “What is it? You want these off?”
“Just…loosened, for now.” Quickly, he untied the rope. “I don’t want to stop. I’m just really fucking scared.”
“Sweetheart,” he murmured, massaging my wrists. The pet name almost undid me. “What are you scared of?”
“I’m afraid you’ll hurt me. You’ll make me disappear.”
“I can’t ever make you disappear, Jordana. Even if I try. You burn so bright.”
A lump rose in my throat.
“And I promise I’ll only hurt you in ways that you enjoy. That you want. If you don’t want pain, we won’t do it. This is nothing for me without your pleasure.”
His patient hands soothed me as he rubbed my wrists.
“You really mean that?”
“Of course.”
“Then let’s go on.” I smiled at him, and his face lit up with relief. The fear was evaporating, leaving a thread of excitement. “Please, tie me up again. Overpower me.”
“Oh, I will. That’s the last request you’ll be able to make for awhile.” He dropped a soft kiss on my forehead. I whimpered as he knotted the rope around my wrists. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle. For now.”
Hands caressed my face, my throat, my shoulders. My moans rose as his hot mouth sought my neck. He sucked harder, until my head went light.
“Gavin!” I gasped.
His palm covered my mouth. “Sshhh, baby. No talking. No sounds. Unless you’re using your safe word. Or the consequences will be severe.”
I nodded, wide-eyed. He licked my neck and throat, dipping to my collarbone, until I squirmed.
All his attention was concentrated on my sensitive neck, my vulnerable breath and the pulse of my blood, until the whole area was on fire.
To not be able to speak, when he was so focused on the source of my voice — the beating heart of my work— was torture. My breaths came fast and choked.
When his teeth scraped my neck, my mouth opened in a silent cry.
“Good, baby,” he soothed. “You’re obeying me so well. You’ll get to scream eventually, I promise.”
His hands clasped mine, and my wrists twisted in their ropes.
Time expanded and blurred. When I’d finally given up on him ever going lower, when I’d forgotten about wanting him to, only able to handle his mouth on my neck and my efforts to keep quiet, he kissed his way downward. A burning tongue captured my nipple.
I bit my lip hard to keep from making a sound. Gavin caressed my breasts, lavishing them with sucks and licks. My toes curled and my fingers scrabbled on the headboard as I stifled the moans that wanted to leave my mouth.
“Jordana.” His eyes were dark with lust, the golden rings swallowed up. “I can’t believe how perfect you are.”
I pleaded with my face, naked and splayed open for him. Gavin laughed. “Don’t give me those puppy-dog eyes. You’re not in charge. You’ll get what I feel like giving you.”
Sparks of need leapt straight from his voice to my cunt. I tried to let my mind go blank, to receive whatever Gavin would offer.
He watched me closely. Then he continued downward with his mouth. I barely muffled a sob when he peppered my belly with kisses. It tickled in an intensely sexy way. With my legs tied open, my pussy was completely on display.
But Gavin was in no rush. He woke up every inch of my belly and hips with kisses and bites, until my thighs were fucking shaking. I blanked out, sliding into a white light of bliss.
Finally, his face came into focus above me. His brows furrowed in pure concentration, his glinting stubble framing sensual lips. Haloed with a golden glow from above, he really did look like an angel.
“Let’s have a look at you, kitten,” he murmured.
He moved gracefully to kneel between my legs. His eyes were like fingers, stroking my open, eager core.
“So wet. Pink and sweet, innocent and ready. Too bad I can’t show it off in my book. The world should know how excited this little pussy can get.”
A silent whimper left my lips.
Setting down the camera, Gavin grasped my thighs and pushed his face into my cunt.
If I weren’t tied up, I would have levitated off the bed.
He was no angel. Only a devil could lick my pussy this way — long, hot, slavering strokes like a hungry animal. Only a cruel, evil man would suck on my clit, tempting me to make noise and disobey him.
I couldn’t hide. I squirmed with pleasure and embarrassment, bucking against the ties on my wrists and ankles. After long, long minutes, he lifted his face, his lips glazed with my juices.
“You little slut,” he husked, the word zinging through me. “You’ve got the greediest cunt I’ve ever tasted.”
His mouth closed over my pussy again, devouring until I shook uncontrollably.
Gavin squeezed my thighs, running his thumbs over my sensitive lips, chuckling when I jerked in his grip. I panted as he caressed my clit. Every stroke was sharp and sweet and intense.
When his exploring fingers met my opening, I could barely keep from moaning.
“What’s this, baby?” he crooned. “Mmm, just a pretty little hole that needs to be filled. That’s all you are to me, isn’t it? That’s all you want to be. Relax, now. You’re so tight.”
Oh God. Gavin was finally entering me, and my pussy was so charged with excitement that he was almost too much. But he was gentle. He took his time massaging my entrance, then pushed slowly inside.
I bit back my gasp as he opened me further. Still slow. Still gentle. But his big fingers were stretching me enough to sting.
It almost felt like this could be my first time — my first experience being totally myself and present with a man. And God, it was intense. Tied to his bed, ordered to silence, naked under bright lights, surrendering to his will.
Gavin caressed my breast with his free hand, telling me what a sexy little thing I was. As he played with my nipple, he worked his fingers deeper inside me. I was so tight with arousal and nerves that it hurt and felt good all at once.
Seeking his eyes, I begged silently for mercy.
“I know, sweetheart,” he said reassuringly. “Open up for me. I’m giving you what you need.”
His tone made me feel so small and so fucking turned on. My pussy squeezed down, almost forcing him out. Gavin laughed, fondling my clit until I was moaning and slick with juices. His voice turned condescending.
“I said relax, kitten. I’m stretching you for my cock. You’re eager for it, but this pretty little pussy is going to need a lot of fingering before it’s ready to be fucked. Good thing you’re dripping wet.”
His face came closer until he was kissing me softly, his tongue tangling with mine. Finally, I relaxed, allowing him in.
“That’s it, baby,” he crooned. “See how well I fit inside you? You’ll be amazed at how much this pussy can take.”
Words of praise washed over me as he filled my cunt, his forearm flexing as he fingered me, quickening until I was overwhelmed, breathing Gavin in, drowning in him.
When he spoke, I barely heard him through the haze of pleasure.
“Remember your safe word.”
His fingers glistened with my arousal as he withdrew from me, giving me a break in the intensity, both blessed and agonizing.
Rising from the bed, he pulled his tank top over his head. A triangular patch of hair dusted his lean chest, narrowing to a teasing trail down his hard abs. His tattoos stood out sharply, swirling up his arms, dark and intricate.
Under the canopy of lightbulbs, he looked primal, impossibly beautiful, sprung from the earth.
With careless motions, he untied my ankles, leaving my wrists bound. My thighs ached, but I couldn’t imagine closing my legs now.
Undoing his sweatpants, he tossed them aside. His cock rose from a thatch of dark hair, deep red with lust, thick, veined, and stiff.
He was so magnificent that I was drooling. Literally. With my hands tied, I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. A strand of saliva snaked down the side of my face and pooled on my collarbone.
Calm and unhurried, Gavin retrieved a condom from his dresser and rolled it on. Yet tension etched every line in his body: his flared nostrils, his narrowed eyes pinpointing me, his tightly drawn shoulders and the barely perceptible jerks of his fingers as he smoothed the rubber down his shaft.
But when he pressed his hard, lean length over me, mischief lit his golden eyes. My face burned hotter at his wicked grin. Dipping his head, he deliberately licked up the line of saliva.
His chest hair teased my sensitive breasts, pushing my anticipation to a fever pitch. The blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance.
“Now you can scream,” he whispered into my mouth, and plunged inside me.
I screamed. Louder than I’d ever screamed in my life, releasing the sheer intensity of being pierced by Gavin’s cock.
He pressed his forehead to mine, lifting my ass in his strong hands as he sank deep. Sweat slicked his hot skin. Each thrust nudged me open.
“Look at me, baby,” he encouraged, his lips brushing mine. “Keep those gorgeous eyes on me while I’m inside you.”
His words, his voice, his face were so caring, but his body… Oh God. Hard, demanding, and meeting me everywhere.
He pumped slowly at first, giving me time to get used to his girth. He felt huge. There was no way for me to disappear. His hands owned my breasts, his mouth claimed my lips, and soon, he was driving mercilessly, making me slide against the satin sheets.
Fuck, he was rough. I’d thought Corey was savage, but Gavin manhandled me with ferocious energy, bending my knees to my chest and squeezing my hips to fuck me exactly as he pleased.
My wrists tugged at the ropes. I felt soft and yielding and helpless.
And soaked. When he pressed down on my pussy, forcing me to lie still, capturing my clit and rubbing it with his thumb, I cried out.
“Gavin!”
A palm covered my mouth, scented with my arousal.
“No words,” Gavin growled. “Only sounds.”
I whimpered and gasped, grateful that he permitted this, that he made me feel so small yet so treasured, like nothing and everything, until warm light filled me and my pussy gripped his cock as I came.
Gavin swore, thrusting so hard I felt split open.
The spasms subsided, leaving my cunt incredibly sensitive.
His circles on my swollen clit were almost more than I could take.
When I squirmed against my bonds, he tightened his hold, ignoring my protest. He just kept massaging my clit until I came again, deeper, hotter, quivering and moaning.
Finally, he let go, sliding both hands under my back to fuck me faster. Need twisted his beautiful face, and his scent of pine surrounded me. I gazed into his eyes, tumbling into an October night sky.
Burying his face in my neck, he whispered, “It’s been so long.”
I wanted to hold him, kiss him, but tied and bound, I could only take him in as he pulsed inside me.
“Jordana! Fuck!” he shouted.
He lay on top of me, both of us panting, his face still resting in the crook of my neck.
His skin was damp with sweat. The satin sheets stuck to my back. When he climbed off me, coolness hit my flesh.
He bent over me, gently untying the ropes. Freed, I brought my arms down, tentatively rolling my shoulders, working out the kinks and aches. Gavin’s gaze moved over my body. Then, to my relief, he stretched out swiftly beside me and gathered me into his arms.
A sob worked its way out of me. Then another, until they became a flood of tears.
No one was more surprised than I was. When I finally looked at him, his face was understanding.
“I know, baby.” He stroked my hair. “I know.”
“Do you?”
That got a laugh. “I think so. You’re coming down. It was intense. Go ahead, let it out.”
I pressed my face into his chest, allowing myself to let go, until I subsided into hiccups. He was so patient, so…good. And completely capable of turning me inside out. I could never say I only cried for a role after this.
I took the box of tissues he offered me from the bedside table and mopped at my eyes. “That was all for me?”
“Of course. You deserved it.” His mischievous grin made him look younger. I messed up his brown hair, tousling it even more, and he laughed. “Okay, it was for me too. Clearly, I enjoyed it.”
He said it so casually, but the way he held me, the thud of his heart against my ear — that wasn’t casual at all.
What had I walked into?
No, what had I started?
Gavin smiled. “You want more?”
I laughed. “I think that’s plenty for tonight.”
He ruffled my hair. “You’re right. Plenty for tonight.”
He switched off the lights for the shoot and stretched beside me in bed. The heat of his embrace and my utter exhaustion pulled me under.