Spider Game
Page 38
He was her captive. He’d never been in the position before and everything in him screamed at him to turn the tables on her, to tie her up and show her what sex with him would be. He didn’t move. Didn’t test the strength of all that silk again. She looked too hot, creeping slowly toward him like a wary, wild creature. Her eyes were enormous and such a startling emerald color. He could almost see the facets in the gems pressed into her face and surrounded by feathery black lashes.
When she moved, muscles rippled beneath the silk of her skin. Her long hair brushed along the mattress and over his bare feet and ankles. He could see the tiny red hourglass nestled in the tight black curls shimmering seductively as she inched toward him.
It wasn’t entirely because she looked hot that he stopped fighting the silk – she looked frightened. He didn’t want her afraid of him, and not because he feared her bite, but because she was his. His woman. However, she needed to learn that truth, whatever it took to let the knowledge sink into her mind and body, he was willing to give her. Even this. When it killed him to keep his hands off of her.
She circled his ankle with her hand. Her touch was light, but it seemed to burn right through his skin. Her gaze clung to his almost as if asking his permission when she had him trussed up like a turkey.
Cayenne shook her head. “Not like a turkey. Like the image you had of me tied to your bed.”
His cock jerked hard as that particular vision filled his mind. Cayenne, sprawled out on his bed. Her legs spread wide, silken ties at her ankles, keeping her open for his pleasure. Her arms above her head, lifting her breasts to him like a beautiful offering, her wrists bound with those same silks, anchored to the headboard he’d carefully chosen and then reinforced.
“I think I’d do the ties a little differently, but yes, you have the general idea.” Deliberately he added to the erotic picture in his head. Taking her hips into his hands, slowly bending his head to the feast in front of him so that her hips bucked wildly and small, panting gasps escaped. Her eyes went wide with shock – with the desire to know what it was like. Seduction came in all kinds of forms. His woman liked knowledge. All kinds of knowledge. He was going to be the man to fill in all those gaps, and he was going to show her exactly what he liked in the process.
“Does this mean you get your way and then I get mine?” He kept his voice low and intimate, using his ability to stroke caresses with his tone shamelessly.
There was no doubt in his mind that he got to her – that she was as affected as he was. A flush stole over her body. Her breasts rose and fell and her fingers stroked up his shin and then began a slow massage into muscles and tight sinew already strained from just that little contact with her. Wanting. Needing. The hunger building out of control just as he would do with her if he had silken ties.
Her fingers moved up his body, stroking along the muscles, teasing his body with a promise of things to come. Fingers of desire caressed his thighs, dancing over them, kneading and massaging deep into his flesh and then brushing streaks of fire over the nerve endings as she lightened her touch. For a woman who didn’t know what she was doing, she certainly found a way to inflame him further.
Maybe it was the thought of being so helpless, at her mercy, in the way he fantasized and intended she would be at his. Her mouth followed her fingers, a mere brush, a whisper of a touch, her tongue tasting the defined muscle along his calf, her lips following the path of his shins. It was exquisite and yet not enough, not even close.
Trap had never considered that a woman’s touch could be so carnal when she wasn’t touching his cock. She turned his long legs erogenous – trigger points for licking flames as if her tongue stroked tiny embers up and down his nerve endings. He hadn’t been aware of nerve endings in his legs – not like this. Not this unceasing, relentless burn that moved up his thighs straight to his groin.
In his hand, his cock thickened more. He was a big man and she had him nearly bursting right through his fist. He could feel his pulse pounding, the blood so hot, engorging his erection until he pulsed and throbbed with need. He wanted, even needed her mouth on him, but as she moved up his body, she ignored that raging part of him. His fist continued to pump, but the rhythm changed so that it wasn’t at all lazy as it had been.
She crawled up his body, sliding her naked limbs over him, clearly feeling much braver with him bundled tight in all that silk. The junction of her legs left a hot damp trail over his thighs as she moved up him. Her breasts felt soft and inviting, her nipples twin points that seared him right through the ropes of silk as she inched up him.
“You’re nice and wet for me, baby,” he managed to get out, as the heat between her legs bathed him in liquid moisture. He’d never felt anything sexier in his life. He’d certainly never seen anything more sensual than the way she moved up his body. “I can make you feel really good. Untie me.”
“I’m feeling really good already,” she whispered, her gaze dropping to his mouth. Her hands skimmed his chest right through the silken bonds. “Next time, I’m going to tie you like you want to tie me. I see the advantage of it now. I improvised, but it doesn’t give me full access to your body, and I want to explore every inch of you.”
His cock jumped in his fist. The blood pounded there and roared in his ears. Little jackhammers began to trip in his head. “You untie me, I’ll let you explore.”
Her green eyes drifted over his face, studying his expression, committing the angles and planes to memory. He knew what she saw. Face darkened with desire. Hooded eyes filled with lust. With hunger. He knew before she shook her head that she wasn’t going to untie him. She didn’t feel safe.
“I need to do this. You’d take over.”
He would. He couldn’t deny that. “Baby, even if I do, you’ll feel good in the end, I promise. I can show you things…”
She shook her head. “I learn things for myself. But first” – her fingers moved through his hair – “I want to kiss you again. I can’t stop thinking about the way you kissed me. It was unlike anything I ever imagined, and I thought about kissing a lot.”
“Have at it, baby. I don’t want you to think I’d ever deprive you of that,” he said. His cock was on fire. She was beautiful with that waterfall of hair and amazing green eyes. She wanted him. Her body was as hot as hell. The junction between her legs left a scorching slide of need along his chest and burned like an inferno right through the silk. He was afraid she was so hot she might melt those threads, but then he’d be free to do whatever he wanted to her.
When she moved, muscles rippled beneath the silk of her skin. Her long hair brushed along the mattress and over his bare feet and ankles. He could see the tiny red hourglass nestled in the tight black curls shimmering seductively as she inched toward him.
It wasn’t entirely because she looked hot that he stopped fighting the silk – she looked frightened. He didn’t want her afraid of him, and not because he feared her bite, but because she was his. His woman. However, she needed to learn that truth, whatever it took to let the knowledge sink into her mind and body, he was willing to give her. Even this. When it killed him to keep his hands off of her.
She circled his ankle with her hand. Her touch was light, but it seemed to burn right through his skin. Her gaze clung to his almost as if asking his permission when she had him trussed up like a turkey.
Cayenne shook her head. “Not like a turkey. Like the image you had of me tied to your bed.”
His cock jerked hard as that particular vision filled his mind. Cayenne, sprawled out on his bed. Her legs spread wide, silken ties at her ankles, keeping her open for his pleasure. Her arms above her head, lifting her breasts to him like a beautiful offering, her wrists bound with those same silks, anchored to the headboard he’d carefully chosen and then reinforced.
“I think I’d do the ties a little differently, but yes, you have the general idea.” Deliberately he added to the erotic picture in his head. Taking her hips into his hands, slowly bending his head to the feast in front of him so that her hips bucked wildly and small, panting gasps escaped. Her eyes went wide with shock – with the desire to know what it was like. Seduction came in all kinds of forms. His woman liked knowledge. All kinds of knowledge. He was going to be the man to fill in all those gaps, and he was going to show her exactly what he liked in the process.
“Does this mean you get your way and then I get mine?” He kept his voice low and intimate, using his ability to stroke caresses with his tone shamelessly.
There was no doubt in his mind that he got to her – that she was as affected as he was. A flush stole over her body. Her breasts rose and fell and her fingers stroked up his shin and then began a slow massage into muscles and tight sinew already strained from just that little contact with her. Wanting. Needing. The hunger building out of control just as he would do with her if he had silken ties.
Her fingers moved up his body, stroking along the muscles, teasing his body with a promise of things to come. Fingers of desire caressed his thighs, dancing over them, kneading and massaging deep into his flesh and then brushing streaks of fire over the nerve endings as she lightened her touch. For a woman who didn’t know what she was doing, she certainly found a way to inflame him further.
Maybe it was the thought of being so helpless, at her mercy, in the way he fantasized and intended she would be at his. Her mouth followed her fingers, a mere brush, a whisper of a touch, her tongue tasting the defined muscle along his calf, her lips following the path of his shins. It was exquisite and yet not enough, not even close.
Trap had never considered that a woman’s touch could be so carnal when she wasn’t touching his cock. She turned his long legs erogenous – trigger points for licking flames as if her tongue stroked tiny embers up and down his nerve endings. He hadn’t been aware of nerve endings in his legs – not like this. Not this unceasing, relentless burn that moved up his thighs straight to his groin.
In his hand, his cock thickened more. He was a big man and she had him nearly bursting right through his fist. He could feel his pulse pounding, the blood so hot, engorging his erection until he pulsed and throbbed with need. He wanted, even needed her mouth on him, but as she moved up his body, she ignored that raging part of him. His fist continued to pump, but the rhythm changed so that it wasn’t at all lazy as it had been.
She crawled up his body, sliding her naked limbs over him, clearly feeling much braver with him bundled tight in all that silk. The junction of her legs left a hot damp trail over his thighs as she moved up him. Her breasts felt soft and inviting, her nipples twin points that seared him right through the ropes of silk as she inched up him.
“You’re nice and wet for me, baby,” he managed to get out, as the heat between her legs bathed him in liquid moisture. He’d never felt anything sexier in his life. He’d certainly never seen anything more sensual than the way she moved up his body. “I can make you feel really good. Untie me.”
“I’m feeling really good already,” she whispered, her gaze dropping to his mouth. Her hands skimmed his chest right through the silken bonds. “Next time, I’m going to tie you like you want to tie me. I see the advantage of it now. I improvised, but it doesn’t give me full access to your body, and I want to explore every inch of you.”
His cock jumped in his fist. The blood pounded there and roared in his ears. Little jackhammers began to trip in his head. “You untie me, I’ll let you explore.”
Her green eyes drifted over his face, studying his expression, committing the angles and planes to memory. He knew what she saw. Face darkened with desire. Hooded eyes filled with lust. With hunger. He knew before she shook her head that she wasn’t going to untie him. She didn’t feel safe.
“I need to do this. You’d take over.”
He would. He couldn’t deny that. “Baby, even if I do, you’ll feel good in the end, I promise. I can show you things…”
She shook her head. “I learn things for myself. But first” – her fingers moved through his hair – “I want to kiss you again. I can’t stop thinking about the way you kissed me. It was unlike anything I ever imagined, and I thought about kissing a lot.”
“Have at it, baby. I don’t want you to think I’d ever deprive you of that,” he said. His cock was on fire. She was beautiful with that waterfall of hair and amazing green eyes. She wanted him. Her body was as hot as hell. The junction between her legs left a scorching slide of need along his chest and burned like an inferno right through the silk. He was afraid she was so hot she might melt those threads, but then he’d be free to do whatever he wanted to her.
