Chapter 18
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His throat moved on a powerful swallow, his neck taut with pent-up emotion. “You wanna tie me up again, Peaches?”
She had a lot more in mind. So much that the thoughts made her blush, but she held her nerve. “Yes.”
One shoulder lifted. “If it makes you happy, I’m okay with that,” he croaked.
She had a feeling Zach would be okay with anything that involved her body and the promise of mindless sex. She tried not to let the thought that this was all it would ever be wreck the moment. She held on to what had transpired in the bathroom this morning as a beacon of hope.
Zach was working on making things right. She could give them both this while that happened.
And who knew, perhaps sex, like food for some men, was the way to Zach’s heart.
“You’re thinking too hard, Bethany. Should I be terrified?” That note of anxiety was back.
Another thing she found intriguing; that a man as powerful and influential as Zach could be anxious about her reactions.
She strode toward him and stopped as the tips of her breasts brushed his chest. His inhalation was gratifyingly jagged. “It’ll be good, I promise.”
Flames leapt in his grey eyes, turning them a mesmerizing gunmetal. “I know it will. But after this, the bondage swings your way again.”
The hot little shiver went through her as she recalled being tied up on Zach’s cross. The raw, chaotic emotions that had triggered her surrender still had the power to knock the breath out of her lungs.
But then she recalled his reaction when she’d said she loved him, and her shiver turned cold. She may have been too quick to offer it, but he’d still rejected her love. No matter how she sliced it, it hurt to think about it.
“Baby?” He started to reach for her.
She pulled away quickly and stepped behind him before he could change his mind and grab her. His head followed her movement, but he remained in place, even sliding his hands behind his hips to give her access.
Binding his hands took more expertise than she’d anticipated. And her hands shook as she contemplated what she was doing.
Less than a month ago, she’d lived in a vanilla world that most people were content to bask in. Now here she was, tying up one of the world’s most powerful men in an elaborate knot that made the tiny dominatrix in her roar.
When she was satisfied he wouldn’t get away, she glided her hands up his powerful biceps and gloried in the rippling of his muscles.
“I love the way you react to my touch,” she confessed before she could stop herself.
His chest expanded on a breath. “That’s because you own me, Peaches.”
The pain that lurked sharpened. “I own you sexually.”
He shook his head. “You own everything. I may be too terrified to bare myself completely to you, but believe that you own me. I’m not going anywhere in this lifetime.”
Her hands reached his shoulders and curved over his nape. His pulse beat strong and rapid at his throat, vitality surging beneath his skin as he breathed through his mouth.
Slowly, she walked round until she faced him. The lights gleamed over his jet-black hair, face and sculpted chest. With his legs planted wide, he looked like a proud, chiseled statue come to life.
Her heart tripped over. “You really are magnificent, Zach.”
A corner of his mouth lifted. “No, baby. You are. Inside and out. Tell me you won’t give up on me.” The abrupt stark need for reassurance burned his eyes.
She rested her hand on his stomach and felt his hard muscles quiver. “No, Zach. I won’t make a promise I may not be able to keep. What happens to us from here on in is up to you. You let me in a little this morning. I’m still here. I don’t scare as easily as you seem to convince yourself I do. But I’m willing to give you a little time to believe you can trust me.”
He gave a single, grateful nod.
“And in the meantime…” She let her voice trail off.
“Yes?”
Her hand slid lower to the opening in his trousers. Working her way in, she grasped his thickness in her hand and pulled him free. A drop of pre-cum glistened at his wide crown. The sight of it made her mouth water.
God, he was so beautiful.
“Are you going to suck me off, Peaches?”
“Hmm, you’re so hard and gorgeous; it’d be a shame not to.” She fisted him harder, felt him jerk within her hold.
“Jesus… Kiss me, please,” he pleaded, his lips parting to draw in breath as his eyes devoured her mouth.
She leaned up and kissed him, hot and deep. His tongue immediately slid into her mouth, her dominant, virile man unable to cede control even when he was tied up. They kissed until her mouth felt raw and swollen. Then they kissed some more.
When she found the strength to pull away, her insides shook from trying to grapple with how emotionally charged just kissing him made her feel.
Stepping back, she shakily tugged her panties down. And then, simply because she didn’t want to unwittingly cause any damage, she stepped out of her heels. On her bare feet, she padded back to him, naked.
Zach watched her with hungry, desperate eyes. Slowly sinking onto her knees, she tugged down his pants and boxers and freed him from his clothes and shoes.
Gloriously naked, and all hers. She trailed her nails up his inner thighs and smiled at his pained groan. Cupping his balls, she squeezed and watched his stomach clench hard. With one hand, she traced a vein that arrowed down to his groin. Then going one better, she licked her way down until her chin brushed his cock.
“Suck me, baby. God, please blow me.”
His plea was well-timed because she was equally desperate for him.
Settling herself on her knees, she opened her mouth and licked the underside of his broad head. Salty and hot, he tasted glorious.
“Open wider,” he groaned. Wetting her lips, she complied. He guided himself in, ramming home at the last moment with a muted roar. She barely managed to control her gag before he was coming back at her.
Clawing back her dwindling control, she gripped the base of his cock and sucked him long and hard.
“Oh, Christ. I love your mouth. So fucking perfect. More, baby. Please.”
She gave him more, until he coated her tongue with more pre-cum. Then reluctantly, she pulled back and rose.
The slick heat between her legs should’ve shamed her, but she was long past shame when it came to Zach.
As if he knew exactly his effect on her, his gaze dropped to where she ached most. “Are you wet, Peaches?”
Biting her lip, she nodded. “So wet.”
His nostrils flared. “I want to taste. Untie me.”
She shook her head. He groaned and his biceps clenched.
Stepping forward, she gripped his shoulders. “Don’t fret, Tiger. I have an idea.”
His brow quirked. “Tiger?”
She laughed, leaned close to his ear and whispered, “I’m going to climb you like a tree and let you eat me. Then I’m going to climb back down and take your beautiful thick cock deep inside me.”
His mouth dropped open, and his eyes darkened to near black, his breathing heavy. He gave a slight shake of his head and stared down at her.
“Is that a no, Zach?”
His biceps strained along with his cock. Tendons stood out in his neck as he growled, “It’s a hell yes.” He lowered his body and bent his knees. “Whatever you need, baby. Take it.” Dark anticipation throbbed in his voice.
Gripping his shoulders tighter, she stepped up onto his strong thighs. He made a rough sound of encouragement and gazed up at her. Letting go of him, she grabbed the pole, rose higher and hooked one knee over his shoulder.
“Fuck, Peaches. You’re so wet, so fucking ready for me.” He licked his lips and groaned as she hooked her other knee over him.
From her elevated position, she looked down and began to tremble.
His face was bare inches from her core. She watched as his lips puckered and he blew a cool breath on her clit.
Her body jerked. His head reared back and dark eyes speared hers in warning.
“I’m tied up, so I won’t be able to catch you if you fall. So. Do. Not. Fucking. Fall. Understand?”
She nodded shakily.
“I’m gonna blow on you again. Can you take it?” he demanded.
She tightened her grip on the pole until her fingers ached and trembled. “Yes.”
His gaze left hers, drifted down her body to her wet core once again. Gently, he blew. She gasped as her body vibrated with insane pleasure.
Lowering his mouth further, he placed a soft kiss on her core. He was testing her reaction, but she was desperate for him. “More.”
He opened his mouth wider, and his tongue flicked against her clit. Her insides clenched greedily with anticipation. He flicked that wicked tongue again, his eyes keenly watching her reaction.
When he was satisfied she wasn’t about to let go, he deepened the kiss, starting a steady, heady rhythm that fractured her thoughts.
Bethany rolled her hips closer to that sweet torture, her body a vessel of pure sensation that lived for the chaos Zach was creating between her legs.
He feasted on her like a voracious predator, and she loved it.
She loved him.
Accepting that had grown a little easier. But the realization that she couldn’t live without this man—that she might have to live without knowing him inside and out as he seemed to know her—grew with each second that he possessed her with his tongue, until the idea consumed her.
Would she be able to live with that?
She shuddered as pain and pleasure darted up her spine. Tears stung her eyes. She squeezed them shut, unable to process the torrent of emotions rushing through her.
His teeth grazed her clit, and she screamed. He sucked her fold deep into his mouth, then impaled her on his stiff tongue.
“Oh. Oh!” Bliss roared through her as she came, hard and fast.
His deep groan echoed through her as he lapped her up. Several minutes later, he pulled away after one last lingering kiss. “Slide down and take me, baby. I’m dying for you.”
Trembling from head to toe, she eased her legs down and released her grip on the pole. Straddling his hips, she clutched his shoulders, very much aware of that focused gaze on her face. She kissed him, tasted her essence on his lips and lost even more of her mind. She was so absorbed in the kiss that she didn’t realize she was no longer in control, until he surged upward, hard and fast, inside her.
“Ah!” Pleasure cannoned through her, and she buried her face in his throat as he filled her, stretched her to breaking point and held himself deep inside her.
“Fuck. So incredible, baby. God.” He surged up another unbelievable inch until pleasure caressed pain. Her fingernails dug into his flesh as she struggled to hang on.
From then on, the world ceased to make sense. Only pure bliss ruled. Despite being tied up, Zach fucked her like she was his captive, his thrusts relentless and deep to deliver the ultimate pleasure.
She closed her eyes as sensation rode her hard, tearing a sob from her throat as her orgasm gathered speed and rushed toward her with unstoppable force. “I can’t… Oh God, Zach.”
His head jerked toward her, the one thing he couldn’t achieve—propelling her gaze to his—making his voice rough. “Baby, look at me.”
She buried her face deeper and bit his neck where his pulse pounded. A primitive roar ripped through the room.
“Bethany!”
She bit him harder and felt him swell even larger inside her. God, was there no end to this man’s pleasure stream? She was thankful that he was so hot for her, and that everything they did seemed to turn him on harder.
She arched her back so his thrusts hit her at a different angle. It must have done something incredible to him too because he groaned, long and deep.
“Christ, you’re shredding me. I can’t hold on much longer, baby. Are you close?” he grated out roughly.
“Yes! Please… I… can’t bear it.”
“Yes, you can!” He slid lower down the pole so she was more seated on him and he could drive even deeper.
She began to spasm around him.
“Tell me you love me, Bethany,” he demanded, his voice ragged and raw.
Drowning with polarizing sensations of pain and pleasure, heartache and joy, she desperately shook her head. Feeling him about to punish her for her denial, she ground her hips onto his rock-hard cock.
She screamed and came in shameless abandon.
His dark roar of pleasure followed a minute later, triggering a longer climax for her. He panted, his teeth bared against her cheek as she milked him dry.
With shaky hands, she reached behind him and untied his hands.
Strong arms banded around her immediately, holding her so tight she couldn’t breathe.
“You will tell me.”
“Yes, I will. When the time is right.”
But would she ever hear it back?