Part 18 (1/2)

But he did nothing.

”What are you doing, d.a.m.n it?”

”Watching you go crazy.” He reached down and stroked her c.l.i.t, then traced her gate with the tip of his finger and that tingly sensation started to burn, spreading everywhere he touched. ”There's this gel you can use on a woman's c.l.i.toris. Doesn't work on every woman, but if it's going to work, you'll feel it pretty fast. Are you feeling anything?”

The sob caught in her throat and she twisted her wrists again in the tape. ”d.a.m.n it, Marc...”

”I'll take that as a yes.”

Yes??? Yeah. It was a yes. She ached, throbbed-could feel the blood pulsating...oh... Trembling as he stroked down and pushed one finger inside her, twisted his wrist.

She shrieked and clenched down around him, stunned by the intensity of the sensation.

A second time. A third time.

Each touch, each stroke was a cross between pleasure and the purest edge of pain.

And then he stopped, right when she was on the edge of climaxing.

She was trembling.

Marc stared at her as he grabbed the tube of lubricant from the couch. ”That's one unspeakably dirty thing,” he said, his voice raw, staring at her raised a.s.s. ”I've got you bound and restrained, so f.u.c.king turned on you're almost ready to beg me, aren't you?”

Her voice was a rough rasp as she demanded, ”Is that what you want?”

”No. If it was, I'd tell you.” He grabbed a small tube from the couch, took off the top and sprayed it on the narrow opening of her a.s.s, watched as she flinched a little. As the spray went to work, he reached for the lubricant and opened it, slicking it over his c.o.c.k, and squeezing more of it into his hand. ”Now I'm going to f.u.c.k your a.s.s.”

She tensed.

”Is that a problem?”

”Marc...I...”

She jerked against the restraints-arms bound at her back, her ankles drawn up, tied to her thighs. He smoothed his free hand down her hip and then nudged her legs farther apart before he pressed his slickened fingers against her, preparing her. In. Out. The tight ring of muscles at her entrance resisted for a moment, then yielded, letting him know the relaxing spray was working. As he pushed past that first initial resistance, he closed his eyes, bit back a groan at how silken she was around him. ”Is it a problem?” he asked again.

But all she did was moan, even as she tried to twist away. He held her steady with his free hand at her hip.

In. Out. Preparing her. The low sound of her whimpering, the broken sound of her breathing, the trembling of her body, he noted every nuance of her reaction and once he had her ready, he moved between her bound thighs, using his hands to spread her open.

”You know how to make it stop, Chaili,” he said gruffly. Tucking the head of his c.o.c.k against the puckered mouth to her back entrance, he pressed against her. Slowly. Just the head...bit by slow, torturous bit, and oh, h.e.l.l, it was amazing. ”Now I'm doing another dirty, unspeakable thing...pus.h.i.+ng into this hot, tight hole and you can't touch yourself. Does it drive you crazy, baby?”

”Yes, d.a.m.n it!” She jerked again.

”Aw, now,” he said gruffly, steadying her with a hand on the base of her spine. Stroking his fingers along her soft skin, he soothed her as he advanced another slow inch. ”Be still now or you'll make me get all rough here. It's easier when you can touch yourself, isn't it?”

She panted, tried to pull away. Catching her hips, he held her steady, the blood pounding in his ears, hunger biting into him, threatening to tear him into shreds.

He eased back, giving her a minute, but she cried out, clenched down around him in protest. ”You want more, baby girl?”

”Yes, d.a.m.n it. Please, Marc?”

He pushed deeper, waited until he felt the resistance and then he stopped, pulling out, keeping at just at that depth, a slow, easy pace. ”You didn't answer me. It's easier when you can touch yourself, bring yourself to o.r.g.a.s.m that way while this happens, right?”

”Yes. It's easier...” A soft, pink flush spread all over her skin and she pushed back harder on him, taking him in deeper. It was pure bliss as she eased around him, moving with him. Splaying his fingers over the base of her spine, he started to ride her hard, feet spread out, head bowed, staring at her. Just her.

”I don't want to give you easy.” He surged deep, held there as she tensed. Bending down over her, he murmured in her ear, ”I want to give you what you need...I want to make you feel like n.o.body else ever has, like n.o.body else can...and I want to make it to where you can never build another f.u.c.king wall, where you can never think of another man when we're together.”

A sob ripped from her. Propping his elbow next to her head, he waited as she shuddered, as she trembled and shook. ”I won't give you easy,” he promised again. ”But I'll d.a.m.n well give you everything I can.”

He stood back up and started to do just that.

Deep, steady strokes.

She cried out with each one. Soft, broken little sobs.

”Come for me, baby girl,” he rasped. ”Come for me.”

”I can't,” she whimpered. ”Not like this...not without...”

He slid a hand down, slid it around to press it against her belly. ”Doesn't this feel good?” he asked, rolling his hips against her a.s.s. ”It feels d.a.m.n f.u.c.king good to me. Your a.s.s is hot, snug silk around my d.i.c.k and you're so f.u.c.king pretty like this, bound for me, here just for me...doesn't it feel good, Chaili...” He bent down and pressed his lips to her shoulder. ”Having to have me do hot, dirty, unspeakable things to you...”

She trembled and under his hand he felt the silken muscles of her belly clench. ”You, bound, waiting and open... Your a.s.s all but grabbing at me each time I sink my d.i.c.k inside you... Doesn't it feel good?” He eased his hand down lower. Lower. Felt the muscles of her belly tense.

But before he reached her c.l.i.t, her entire body quaked and she tightened around him, tighter...tighter... ”Aw, f.u.c.k.” He gritted his teeth as she clenched down around him and came with a broken, ragged cry.

And as she finally fell, he let go as well, hunkering over her and surging deep, echoing the hard, driving hunger that rode him every d.a.m.n time he saw her.

He'd wipe those shadows from her eyes...somehow, d.a.m.n it.

And she wouldn't keep thinking about anything, or anybody else, when she was with him.

Chapter Thirteen.

She could hear the music drifting from his studio.

Bent over her laptop, Chaili let herself close her eyes for just a minute, let herself get lost in the music. If she wasn't careful, she was going to get lost in him.

”It's already happening, you twit,” she muttered. Already happened... As the music for ”True Believer” started to play, she groaned. No. It wasn't already happening. It had already happened. She'd been lost in Marc since they were teens, and before that? The infatuation had been well under way.

Pretending otherwise was just a waste of time.

She could remember sitting in the house with Shera, bent over homework, listening to him and a couple of the guys from his first band piecing together music. She'd been spending the night when he had first started composing ”True Believer”-the strains of that song still made her s.h.i.+ver. It had been his breakout hit, the one that took him from being a fairly popular guy in the Chicago music scene to an international star.

She loved the song, but sometimes she also hated it. It marked the point when she started to lose him. Not that he'd ever really been hers, but at least she'd gotten to see him from time to time. She'd been able to console herself with that.

And it was before she'd made the biggest mistake of her life...