Restrained and Willing (10 page)

Pierce smoothed his hands upward, cupped her breasts. He
loved the way their full weight overflowed his hands. He squeezed lightly,
wanting to ease her in. No sense rushing the rough stuff. He’d have two weeks
to test her sexual mettle. No question she’d take whatever he’d serve up. His
brat was an adventuresome hit-the-floor-running kinda gal. But some things were
better paced slowly. Especially the disciplinary lifestyle he preferred.

He thumbed her nipples, loving the contrast of their stiff,
yet soft texture against his rough-skinned thumbs as the deep-cherry tips
contracted into rigid elongated points. The perfect length for nipple clamps.
The thought made his dick hard. He was beginning to think it would be a
recurring condition when around this woman. He didn’t bother to look down at
the towel covering his lower half, knowing he’d just pitched the biggest tent
in the campground.

Spurred by the sweetest temptation, he latched his mouth on
to one irresistible tip. Applied gentle suction, swirled his tongue.

She moaned and he glanced up in time to see her eyes close
and head fall back.

He released her nipple with a distinct pop.

Her head came back up. Her gaze, unfocused.

“Keep your eyes open.” He kept up a steady, slightly rough
circular motion around her distended nipples with his thumb at the same time he
squeezed both breasts. “Knowing you’re watching turns me on. This is
my
time.”

She opened her lush mouth. Closed it. After a prolonged
pause, said, “Yes, Pierce.”

“Nice recovery. Next time, I don’t want a hint of hesitation
to form on those made-for-cock-sucking lips.”

Her only reaction to his brusque language was a slight
widening of her eyes.

“I won’t always ask or say things nicely. Occasional
crudeness is another big turn-on for me. And not only in a private setting.
Specifically, at Freedom Club. Given your penchant for snooping, I’ll assume
you know of it. What activities go on there.”

“Yes.” Her cheeks tinted light pink and she dipped her head.

He released one breast and gave her a firm slap on the
thigh.

Her gaze jerked up to lock with his.

“Eye contact.”

Fascinating. Given how modernized and straightforward she
was, the ability to make her blush was an unexpected pleasure. An adorable
trait he’d enjoy seeing repeated. But they’d need to work on eye contact. A
woman’s eyes spoke to him. Heather’s in particular. He’d definitely be adding
strip poker to the weeks’ agenda. He’d have her naked and spread-eagled on the
floor in six hands tops. Depending on what she was wearing. Which wouldn’t be a
whole hell of a lot over the next fourteen days.

His hand too close to her crotch to resist, he wedged it
between her legs and ground his palm onto her clit.

Her needy whimper turned his dick even harder. If his
wayward prick had its way, Pierce would be going all Neanderthal, tossing this
beautiful woman over his shoulder, dumping her tight ass in his car—sans
clothes—and heading for the house in the woods he owned with her brothers. He’d
bet his entire bank account, no small sum, the little snoop didn’t know about
their remote rustic little hideaway. Okay, not really
little
at over one
hundred fifty acres and not remotely rustic, but definitely
remote
,
which suited their purpose just fine as it was outfitted for damn near any
sexual fantasy the three of them dreamed up.

“Spread your legs for me.” The instant she did, he stuffed
two fingers up inside her.

“Oh God.” She went up on tiptoes and latched on to his
shoulders.

He reveled in the sting of her nails as they bit into the
muscles of his shoulders. “Damn. I knew you’d be all wet,” he rotated his
fingers and squeezed the breast he still cupped, “and juicy for me.” He pumped
his hand, settling into a rhythm he knew would drive her to the edge and when
she got there, he stopped, pulling halfway out.

“Nooo,” she wailed and ground her hips down, seating herself
deeper.

He pulled all the way out, gave her a stern look and a good
crack on the ass.

“Shit!” She arched forward, damn near poking his eye out
with the stiff tip of the breast his hand wasn’t latched on to.

“Settle.” He added another smack for emphasis.

Her only response this time a suppressed hiss.

“Just so you’re not surprised, when we reach our destination
tomorrow, wrap your mind around the fact you’re in for a spanking. Partly
because you deserve it for all the little missteps you’ve made, but mostly for
initiation purposes. So, while I unload the car, you’re to go upstairs to the
master bathroom, Do whatever you want to refresh yourself, come back down and
sit on the black leather chair beside the fireplace. Naked.”

She nodded.

“Any doubts about us, the kind of lifestyle I prefer, this
would be the time to state them. If you don’t, I own you, and whatever I ask,
you’ll do. Without hesitation or question. Are we clear?”

Her gaze was steady. “Crystal.”

“Good. Now where were we?” Her soft moan when he once more
filled her wet pussy with his fingers was the exact answer he was looking for.

Sweet. Hot. Extremely fuckable. And willing to play by his
rules.

What more could a man want?

An intense pinch to her nipple, a firm stroke of his thumb
over her hard little clit, was all it took to have her pussy clamping down on
his fingers as an orgasm ripped through her and a soft scream filled the
kitchen.

His fingers still wedged up inside her, she wilted over him,
her erratic pants tickling his ear.

Damn, tomorrow couldn’t get here soon enough.

The next morning, Heather snuggled back into the soft
leather seats of the satin cashmere metallic Lexus LX. The man certainly liked
his creature comforts. A top-of-the-line Chevy pickup for work, a Mercedes and
now a Lexus SUV. If she didn’t know better, she’d think he had a loyalty issue.
But he always went for what he liked, not restricted by any brand name, and he
was loyal to the bone…once he committed. It was committing outside the
just-friends
boundary that was his major problem. One she hoped to rectify in the not too
distant future.

“Comfortable?”

“How could I not be, surrounded by all this luxury?” She
rolled her head to smile over at Pierce, whose free hand was stretched over the
center console, the tip of his index finger skimming along the fringed hem of
her extremely brief shorts. The shortest she’d been able to find and not risk
getting arrested for indecent exposure. If she shifted a couple of inches
Pierce’s way…

His hand clamped down on her thigh. “Don’t even think about
it.”

“What?”

“You know damn well what, brat. My dick’s been on a hair
trigger since I caught sight of you in that piece of scrap you call shorts
covering your ass. We don’t have much farther to go and the first time I bury
my dick inside you today, so deep you squeal, isn’t going to be in some
half-secluded spot on the side of the road.”

“Spoilsport.” A surge of satisfaction warmed her that she
had the ability to make him this impatient.

“Fine. Have it your way.” He turned on the blinker as they
came up on a dirt road off to the left.

“No.” She latched on to the mahogany wood steering wheel,
but not enough to cause the SUV to swerve. “I was just jerking your chain.” She
released the wheel.

He flicked the blinker off and cruised by the narrow
tree-lined road. “Thanks for the insight.”

She squinted. “Insight into what?”

Momentarily taking his eyes off the road, he shot her a
devilish grin. “That you have no aversion to
chains
.”

She didn’t bother to respond. As he’d stated previously,
he’d read her diary and being chained and at his mercy sexually had been in
more than one entry.

“How much farther to this little cabin in the woods?”

“A little less than an hour,” he said, apparently not
minding the deliberate change in subject.

That made it a little more than a three-hour drive from
Cleveland, since they’d just passed through Columbus.

“Why don’t you kick back and take a nap. I’ll wake you when
we get there.”

She looked up through the sunshade covering the open
moonroof. It was a beautiful summer day. It’d been a bit chilly when he’d
picked her up at the butt crack of dawn, but it was predicted to hit the high
70s by noon.

“Not really tired. Just mellow.” She executed a slow
stretch, more for effect than any real need. Her loose, clingy top rode up to
expose a good amount of skin.

Not disappointing her, Pierce took immediate advantage by
steering with his left hand and reaching over to put his right palm over her
exposed concave stomach and began rubbing it. She glanced down, loving the
contrast between his sun-darkened hand and her paler flesh, the way his large
hand nearly covered the entire surface. She moved her gaze up his thick wrist
to an even thicker arm and the bulging biceps exposed by his short-sleeved navy
T-shirt.

Damn, but she loved every bunching muscle and tendon in his
arms.

A reminiscent smile claimed her lips. “I used to watch you,”
she said, lightly running her fingertips over his arm, much as he had earlier
on her thigh.

He glanced her way.

“When I was a teenager,” she went on to explain. “Me and a
couple of my girlfriends. In the summer, the three of us would sneak out to
where you and my brothers were building a house and spy on you. The sun beating
down. All that glistening sweat rolling down over all those tanned bulging
muscles.”

His brows shot up. “You watched your brothers?”

She rolled her eyes at his teasing tone. “Hardly. I left
that to my friends.”

“So, I was the focus of your undivided attention? I’m
flattered.”

Something about the glint in his nearly emerald eyes
courtesy of the smoky privacy glass made hers narrow. “You knew, didn’t you?”

He chuckled. “Honey, any man worth his salt knows when a
woman’s eyes are on him. You think we worked that God-awful hard all the time?
Once you left, we nearly knocked each other over getting to the water jug. We’d
drink our fill, douse ourselves and crumple into an exhausted heap under the
nearest tree.”

“You were putting on a show!”

“Hell yes. And it damn near killed us.”

“Why?”

“Because we didn’t want to disappoint you girls. We
remembered what it was like when our own hormones kicked in. Drooling over any
girl who swung her butt past us.”

“We did not drool.”

“No, but I bet your virginal white panties were good and wet
by the time you left.”

She pinched his forearm.

“Hey,” he grumbled, but didn’t lift his hand from her
stomach.

“Men are such idiots. And I never swung my butt at anyone.”
That earned her a raised eyebrow and more than likely a one-way ticket straight
to hell for the whopper she’d just told. But she’d only swung it at him to get
his attention and she was glad to know after all these years it’d apparently
worked.

“That’s the thanks I get for nearly dying of sunstroke?”

“Pity you didn’t.”

“Really?” He chuckled. “Strong words for a woman who has a
diary full of sexual fantasies that include
me
.” The whole time they
spoke, he divided his attention between her and the stretch of road they were
traversing. Not a hard task since they were now out in the middle of nowhere
with nothing but the occasional field notching a wedge into the thick patches
of trees they passed.

“Speaking of my diary. I’d like it back.”

“You can have it back.” His hand drifted from her stomach to
wedge between her legs. “After you earn it.”

“Mmmpf.” She opened her legs slightly to give him better
access. Call her
easy
. She’d wear the label proudly where this man was
concerned.

He didn’t linger as she wanted, only long enough to press
the thick seam of her jeans shorts against her aching clit, making her even
more frustrated.

Teasing bastard.

Both hands on the steering wheel now, he slowed to a stop at
an intersection in the middle of what appeared to be nothing but untouched land
as far as the eye could see and made a right turn.

A short while later, he took a left down a tree-lined dirt
road only a person knowing it was there would see.

The Lexus glided over the dirt and gravel road as if it were
on freshly lain asphalt. Nothing like a luxury car for a smooth ride.

Heather sat up in her seat when they broke through the trees
a good ten minutes later.

Little cabin in the woods, my ass!

Pierce transitioned from the dirt and gravel road to a flagstone
drive, eased around the koi pond in the center of the circular drive and
stopped in front of the house. He glanced at Heather, grinned and reached over
to lightly tap the bottom of her chin. “Better close it before we go outside. I
have better things to fill that enticing mouth with than flies.”

She compressed her lips and angled a quick glower his way
before returning her wide-eyed stare out the front windshield.

“What were you expecting, a musty little cabin in the
woods?”

“Something like that,” she murmured. “Certainly not a huge
log house surrounded by well-manicured grounds. Not way out here in
no-man’s-land. Although,” she looked at him, “I should’ve guessed when you said
I should head up to the
master
bathroom when we got here.”

“Beautiful and a great memory. My kind of woman.”

Now that they were here, he felt safe in unleashing some of
the restraint he’d been maintaining. He leaned over the console, curved his
hand around the back of her neck, brought her lips to his and drove his tongue
deep inside her mouth. He indulged himself for a good while before letting her
up for air, but didn’t release her immediately. Damn, she was pretty. Not
perfect in the airbrushed magazine cover kinda way, but damn near. At least to
him. If he weren’t careful—

Concerned where that thought would lead, he snatched his
hand back and opened his door. “Stay there. I’ll come around to get you.”

He hopped out and made his way to the passenger side of the
SUV and helped her down. “Go inside and get ready.” He took the small security
remote from his jeans pocket and pointed it to unlock the front door. “We’ll
have plenty of time for a grand tour later. At the top of the stairs, turn
right, my room’s at the end of that wing.”

She resisted his attempt to nudge her toward the curved
steps.

“Wing? Let me guess. Three wings. Three master bedrooms.”

“Like I said. Smart. And five more bedrooms on the first
floor for guests.”

She rolled her eyes. “And here I thought I’d found out all
your and my brothers’ decadent little secrets.”

“Only until we found out our collective privacy had been
hacked.”

“When did you realize I was snooping?”

“Apparently not soon enough,” he said noncommittally.

“Hmmm,” she walked off, “I see I have some honing to do.”

“Not if you want to save that tight ass of yours from a
bunch of old-fashioned over-the-knee spankings. Your snooping days are over.”

Not with so much as a slight hesitation in her stride did
she acknowledge the threat as she lightly took the four steps to the
double-door entrance, swung it open and disappeared into the house.

Apparently there were some things his hardheaded brat
refused to compromise on.

Pierce grinned. All the more fun for him.

He snatched up a small suitcase and his duffle bag and
headed for the house.

The inside of the house nearly took Heather’s breath away.
Damn, but she itched to explore every nook and cranny of the no-expenses-spared
estate. The place was huge. You could easily pack over a hundred people in here
for a party without stepping over a single one. She knew without a doubt Pierce
and her brothers had designed the structure as there were telltale signs of
their styles everywhere. But who had they commissioned to decorate it? It
definitely screamed money, but at the same time was elegantly cozy. Whoever the
decorator was, she hoped the guys had given the person a nice bonus.

She toed off her sandals, left them by the door and with
feet leaden by curiosity, forced her way to the wide staircase, only hesitating
for a quick peek into the airy family room.

Hard to miss the leather chair by the fireplace he’d
mentioned, as it could easily accommodate two comfortably and the fireplace
itself composed an entire floor-to-ceiling wall, sandwiched by intricate and
very dramatic stained glass forest waterfall scenes. A spectacular light source
that afforded privacy. Not that there’d be anyone likely to stroll by and sneak
a quick look in, except perhaps a deer or two.

At the top of the stairs, she went right. The length between
the first and second door indicated the rooms were proportionate to the house.
A thought confirmed when she stepped into Pierce’s suite.

“Holy crap!” she whispered into the cavernous area when she
spied the bed taking up a hefty amount of floor space. Definitely custom. An
easy fit for five, although she doubted sleeping that many people was the
primary intent.

Even knowing she had limited time, she padded over the
spotless ultra-plush white carpet to where a single glass door and bank of
large tinted windows comprised the entire back wall, revealing a large
second-story porch. There was a set of steps off to one side that no doubt
descended to the enormous glass-paneled enclosed patio-pool area. A few of the
lower door panels around the enclosure were open to reveal screening.

Actually, lagoon area would be a more appropriate
description, complete with a small waterfall at one end and next to it, judging
by the steam rising from the water’s surface, an inviting hot tub. Beyond that,
just outside the enclosed space, a dirt path lay with nothing but fairly dense
woods.

“Ow!” One hand flew to her abused ass, the other she slapped
against the window that came rushing toward her. She turned to confront the
perpetrator. “You’re lucky my nose wasn’t pressed against the glass. You
might’ve broken it.”

“No,” Pierce shook his head, “you’re lucky. At least where
your nose is concerned. Your ass is another matter. Not obeying me will only
add to your punishment.”

“I just—”

He crossed his arms.

She compressed her lips. Why bother? It was clear he wasn’t
going to accept any excuses. She’d been given an order and had disobeyed.

She edged around him to get to the bathroom.

He latched on to her arm and maneuvered her back. Grinned.
“You don’t really think skirting around me will protect your ass from me, do
you?”

“No.”

He released her. “Good. Now, march your tight tush into the
bathroom and make yourself ready while I bring in the rest of our stuff.”

She turned, her butt an all-too-easy target. To her
surprise, he didn’t so much as tap it.

Rather than relief, she felt disappointment.

“Don’t bother closing the door,” he warned on his way out.
“It’s to always remain open.”

Her hand stilled on the brass knob, her shoulders tensing.
Seriously! Surely he didn’t mean it. Another step forward and a quick visual
scan revealed a very long bank of cabinets with two nice-sized sunken sinks
along one wall, a supersized open shower fitted with multiple showerheads along
another, and at the far end, another smaller room. Through the partially opened
door, Heather caught a glimpse of beige porcelain.

Ha. Ha. Very funny, Mr. Jokester.
The man sure was an
expert at getting a rise out of her. Determined to get some pretty impressive
rises out of him over the ensuing days, she shucked her clothes, kicked them
off to the side and made her way to the shower.

Twenty minutes later, according to the slice of tree trunk
turned clock embedded into the stone about two feet above the thick slab of
natural wood that served as the fireplace’s mantle, Heather curled her legs
underneath her and melted into the welcoming softness of the black leather
chair. On his third trip from the car, carrying only a small duffle bag, Pierce
had paused for what she took as an appreciative glance in her direction and
then disappeared up the stairs.

The house pretty much an open floor plan, gave her the
chance to admire the flex of jeans-hugged glutes as he took the steps two at a
time.

She’d never been in a totally submissive role before. And
although she’d read plenty on the subject, she wasn’t sure how much of it
applied to Pierce, as he didn’t seem fixed on an exclusive dominant lifestyle.
Since there was no way to guess, she was relegated to wait and see what he
expected from her. Other than her completely naked and apparently at his
disposal.

Not that she minded being naked for him or submissive. There
was a freedom in it she’d never realized. Sure, she’d read about the freeing
nature of giving yourself totally over to a man’s will, but she’d found it hard
to buy into. Until now.

In charge of nearly every aspect of her life since leaving
home for college and a skyrocketing career, it was nice. No, it was absolutely
wonderful to sit back and let someone else call all the shots. Especially when
it was the man she’d spent half a lifetime longing to experience it with. Even
as she sat naked and waited, her body shivered with anticipation. To feel his
commanding touch all over her body. The impact of those large strong hands on
her ass.

Hmmm. Would he even use his hand? A hairbrush? Paddle? Did
it matter?

And what other plans did he have for her ass? The imagined
possibilities had her juices flowing. Was it any wonder most of the furniture
in the house was covered in leather?

She steered her thoughts in another direction, using the
time to take in the comfortable room. One and a half stories in height, the
stone fireplace and stained glass behind her, the two connecting walls were
covered with large recessed panels of thick light cherry three-quarters of the
way up, every third panel containing a large crisscross design. The rest of the
way up to the cathedral ceiling was sectioned off with glass allowing a flood
of sunlight to brighten the space. The two shorter walls flanking the mammoth
arched entrance housed an array of smaller recessed panels. No artwork or other
adornments in the room, except for the track lighting at various heights and
the giant big-screen TV mounted in one corner above a well-stocked bar, its
shelves groaning under the weight of top-shelf liquors.

Her contemplation ended when Pierce appeared at the bottom
of the stairs. Totally calendar worthy. One hip cocked, wearing nothing but
partially unfastened jeans that revealed his navel, he just stood there for
long moments.

“Talk about eye candy.” He smiled.

“Ditto!” She smiled back. Without a shirt, his chest
appeared wider, his biceps larger, all hard muscle and straining tendons
beneath taut, suntanned flesh as he strode over on bare feet.

“Scoot over, babe.”

She uncurled her legs and drew them up to her chest.

He immediately claimed the space she’d made, scooped her up
and set her across his lap. “You looked pretty contemplative when I came down.
Any chance you were thinking about me?”

She reached up, lightly trailed her nails through his
shower-dampened hair. Her express shower on arrival hadn’t included a hair wash
since she’d indulged in a longer shower before he’d picked her up that morning.

“I always think about you,” she answered honestly, not about
to play any cat-and-mouse games. The stakes were too high.

“Hmmm. Anything in particular? Like my cock being shoved
into your sopping pussy?” As he spoke, he trailed his fingertips lightly from
the inside of one ankle, up her leg, tracing along her thigh until he reached
the top and paused. “Open.” He lodged his hand between her legs in
encouragement.

She suppressed a shiver, and knowing timidity was not what
this dominating man wanted or expected, Heather spread her legs wide, dropping
her outside leg to the hardwood floor.

The approval softening his face was instant proof she’d
calculated his preferences right as his gaze lingered between her legs. Waxed
and open, nothing was hidden. Not even the fact she was already moist and her
labia no doubt puffed from her earlier thoughts of him.

He swirled his index finger around her opening. “You have no
idea how exquisite your cunt looks right now. Pale and smooth on the outside. A
hint of pink and wetness on the inside. But not as beautiful as it will look in
the days to come when you’re bound and spread even wider.” His index finger
trailed through her humid folds. “Ready and eager for whatever I want to do.
Whatever I ask of you.”

A soft gasp rushed over her lips as enlightenment hit. Every
word he spoke was true. She would do
anything
for him. Her unconditional
love for this man, explicit trust and burning need wouldn’t allow for anything
less.

His heated gaze rose to meet hers. “Oh yes, brat. Before we
leave this place, I plan on testing
all
your limits. That includes your
flexibility.”

Before her comprehension bloomed, he drilled his index
finger up inside her, obliterating any thought except how long and wide the
digit was. How good it felt. How he seemed to know how to torture her, skimming
over sensitive flesh, tripping over her G-spot, but never with enough pressure
to take her where she desperately needed to go.

She wiggled in his lap, seeking the firmer pressure he was
bent on denying her. Her efforts were rewarded with the addition of a second
finger drilling into her wet depths and the press of his hard dick against her
backside through the soft denim of his jeans.

She sighed, a low-pitched groan fast on its heels when she
realized even with two fingers gliding in and out of her slick channel, he
still was capable of skirting the patch of bundled nerves that would take her
to orgasm.

When his fingers slipped from her body, she wanted to
scream.

“On your feet, bad girl. Time to pay the piper.” He nudged
her other leg to the floor.

Heather rose on shaky legs without hesitation or complaint.
She hadn’t missed the slight edge of sternness that indicated he expected to be
obeyed.

He leaned forward slightly and produced a brown leather
paddle from his back pocket.

Well, that answered her question about what he’d use.