Bound (Hidden Pleasures, #4) (3 page)

A click reached his ears, and he jerked when two small hands slipped around his waist and across his stomach.

Ronnie?

“Hey. Why are you in here alone? I missed you earlier.” She kissed his back, right over his tattoo, and he found he couldn’t speak around the lump in his throat. “You know I’ve never gotten to really look at your tattoo. You’ve always got a shirt on unless we’re having sex, and then I’m usually too...busy...to get to see it. It’s amazing.”

He chuckled at her innuendo, but he knew it sounded sad and half-hearted.

She moved in closer and her breasts flattened against his back. His cock stirred, getting semi-hard just from her nipples and the soft curve of her tummy touching him.

“Thanks. I worked out, so I had to come in here and shower.” He wanted to put his hands over top of hers where they were clasped just above his dick.

“I saw your clothes on the floor. You always that messy?”

“Yes.” No reason to lie, all she had to do was look at his room and she’d know what a disaster he could create. “I’m organized in my business, that’s what I think about pretty much all the time. I tend to not pay attention to the other stuff.”

“Hmmm...I don’t know how you manage to have any clean clothes.” She backed up, her warmth no plastered to his back, and he fought the desire to clutch her hands and hold her captive. Just for a little while. Light pokes and feathering touches skimmed the lines of his tat. “Wow, how long did it take to get this ink done?”

“As I recall your room is even worse than mine.” He started to scrub his chest and arms. “Tattoo took a few sessions of about three hours.”

“Wow. I always kinda wanted one, but I don’t know what I’d get. I like how you have all this Celtic knot work in here, it all folds back on itself.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “So it never ends.”

He gave in to the temptation to turn around and look at her. Hickeys dotted her neck and the upper mounds of her breasts. Something about the marks stirred him, got his blood pumping with the desire to leave his stamp on her body as well. His fingers clenched around his washcloth and his dick stiffened all the way. Fuck, her tits were gorgeous. Even now he wanted to bury his face in her cleavage and work his way down her body to her sweet pussy.

“Maybe I should hit the gym too.” Water splattered on her and wet the ends of her hair. She traced his pecs, down the center of his torso to his belly button, and stopped at the base of his cock. The corners of her lips tipped up in a tiny smile and she crowded in closer to him.

“Only if you want to do it for you. I lo-like you just the way you are.” He slipped past her to let her stand under the water. Unable to help himself, he asked, “You have fun with Gavin today?”

She frowned and tipped her head back to wet her hair. The streams of liquid flowed down her cleavage and into her belly button, traced the curves of her thighs. “Well, yeah, I mean...I missed you, though.”

Why’d she miss him? When she turned to get the shampoo, he glimpsed the globes of her ass. The bruises he’d left on her would have healed in a day or two, they were minor. It’d taken him a while to learn how to spank without causing long lasting injuries, but she was a lot more black and blue than she should have been.

“Did Gavin spank you?” Possessiveness and anger curled in his gut. They agreed to share Ronnie, and he could even accept letting her go if he had to, but no one abused her. She ignored him and scrubbed at her hair. “Ronnie?”

“Yes.” Bubbles sluiced down her back as she rinsed her hair, refusing to turn around and face him. “It...something happened this morning. He was really upset. I could have safe worded, but I didn’t because I wanted...”

Something bad must have happened to fuck up Gavin like that. The guy was closer to him than a brother, and Gavin didn’t like to spank women. He enjoyed watching them get spanked, but he didn’t get off on it. It wasn’t his kink. “Ronnie, you should have stopped it right away.”

“It’s fine. I’m okay.” She shook her head. “I wanted to help him. Something was wrong, and I wanted to take his pain for him.”

Fuck, if he’d thought he loved her before, he knew how deep in this shit he was now. And she really did love Gavin. “But sweetheart, you can’t...you have to have a limit. When we play, it’s for pleasure, not abuse.” He traced one of her bruises, a lump in his throat. “This, him taking this out on you like this...it crosses a line.”

She stepped back toward him, still not facing him, her head hung. “I know. I just, I really care about him. I love him. And I didn’t know what was wrong, I just wanted to make him feel better.”

Her thighs collided with his, and his cock twitched. Randy asshole that he was, all turned on, even though he had to deal with his best friend abusing their sub.

Their sub. Mine too.
Yeah, he’d fight for her to love him that way. Fuck walking away like a gentleman with his tail between his legs. Besides, she’d just come to him for comfort, not the other way around. Her body language was screaming at him to give her a cuddle, to hold her tight and protect her.

“Baby, you can’t be alone with Gavin for awhile. Not for play.” He coiled his arms around her torso, her tits plump and firm just above his forearms.

“But—”

“You have to learn to say no sometimes. Did Gavin get a call today from his birth mother?” The damn bitch had probably sent his best friend right off the edge.

“Yes.” Her cheek collided with his chest and she nuzzled him. “How’d you know?”

He sighed and shook his head. “Look, I’m in charge when we all play together. If you and Gavin want to have sex without any of the harder stuff, that’s fine. But no restraints. I’m going to talk to him about what happened.” He kissed her ear. “Your ass shouldn’t look the way it does right now. Some people like that level of pain play. But it’s not Gavin’s thing. He crossed a line today.”

“He was really upset. I didn’t want to pry though.” She sighed. “He was in foster care?”

“We both were.” The admission released a weight he hadn’t realized he’d carried. He grabbed the bottle of body wash from the shelf and handed it to her, eager to change the topic of conversation. “Get washed up. Sorry, I don’t have anything girly in here.”

“I don’t mind smelling like you.” A grin brought some light back to her eyes. “So...um...why didn’t you come and...where were you this morning?”

He’d thought that she’d ask him about his childhood, and it took him a moment to recover. Following his lead, like always. “I had some phone calls for work, and when I got done, you and Gavin were... I didn’t want to intrude.”

“Intrude? Why would you think you were intruding?” She pursed her lips and blinked.

Words failed him, all his confidence hiding somewhere. Never in his life had he felt so laid open and bare before someone.

“Luis?” The warmth of her fingers twined in his. “You’re just as much a part of this relationship as anyone else.”

Truth and honesty shone in her steady regard, and he wanted to bask in it, roll around in her acceptance. He closed the few steps between them and covered her mouth with his, plunged his tongue into her mouth, and imprisoned her in his arms. She relaxed into him without hesitation, made her kiss as aggressive as his own.

His dick felt like a steel bar, it was so damn hard. He tucked his hand down between their bodies and parted her cunt with one finger. Slow, easy, careful. After last night, and what he thought Gavin had done that morning, she was probably sore.

Slick and wet for him. He inserted his digit all the way and pumped it in and out a few times.

“Mmmm...”

“Let’s get you cleaned up the rest of the way.” He squirted a bunch of body wash into his hand and scrubbed her down, careful not to abrade her bruises. Her breasts overflowed his palms, and he washed underneath each, cupping them, spreading his fingers in a “V” around her nipples. He did the same to her clit, never actually touching the swollen bud.

He washed her pussy with care. Saliva pooled in his mouth. She tasted so good, and he wanted to make sure she was all cleaned up for him.

Soon she was panting and shifting her weight from foot to foot. He tugged her out of the shower and toweled her off. He folded the towel in a thick square and set it on a clear spot on the counter. “Hop up.”

She raised one eyebrow, but did as he asked. “I’m kinda sore, Luis. Don’t go too hard, okay?”

He kissed her, once, soft and sweet, and then positioned her heels on the edge of the counter. “Don’t worry. I’m just on a mission to make sure that I don’t lose you completely to Gavin.”

“You can’t—” Feather light and quick, he flicked his tongue across her clit. She gasped and thunked her head into the mirror.

Her tight cunt pulsated around his finger and he lapped at her clit. Eating pussy would always be his favorite way to shut a woman up. Men liked to joke that putting their dick in their woman’s mouth was the best, but why do that? She might bite. He found giving them a good hard orgasm worked best.

He broke away from her wet folds. “You call me Sir.”

“Yes Sir.” The whites of her knuckles showed in her fingers, and she clenched at the edge of the counter top.

“Good. Fucking perfect.” The pink skin of her pussy swelled and glistened. He rocked his finger in and out a few times before bending to lick and lap at the beautiful flesh again. She tasted so good to him. With his other hand he gripped his dick and pumped it, imagined he was buried deep in her cunt, that his fingers and palm were her tight walls gripping him.

It wasn’t enough.

“Ronnie, are you too sore? I want to be buried in you, so fucking deep I’m not even sure where you start and I stop. I need to feel your pussy around me baby.”

It wasn’t fair, but he ate her cunt more, sucked at her clit like he knew she liked and thrust his finger in and out faster, hitting her G-spot. He kept up until she came hard, her foot slamming into the counter and then flopping over the edge to hit him in the shoulder.

“Oh fuck Sir. Fuck...yeah...okay...just not too hard.”

God she was a damn gift. A fucking present. Her cum coated his lips and hand, nipples so tight, lips all pink and swollen. How’d a poor kid no one had wanted manage to keep a woman like this?

He didn’t fucking know, and it freaked him out. But he wanted her so damn bad. He led her to his bed and climbed up behind her. They stayed on their knees, and he fit his hips snug to hers, careful not to hurt her bruises. The wounds needed to heal, not be aggravated. She glanced at him over her shoulder through the curtain of her hair. Unsure, nervous, turned on.

He brushed her red locks aside and nibbled at the nape of her neck, sucked and bit from one side to the other. A ring of marks here on the back of her neck too, a collar of love bites and stamps so that anyone who saw her would know she was owned. That she belonged to someone else. Possessiveness and jealousy swept him.

“Lie down on your side.” After ensuring she had pillows under her head, he trailed kisses and licks all the way down her right side, from her shoulder to her ankle. She giggled and moaned, depending on where he kissed. He catalogued each reaction for later, saving them, savoring them, so that he could use the knowledge to tease or titillate her.

He lifted her top leg, scissoring them open, and moved in closer, supporting the appendage with his arm. The head of his cock bumped across her pussy, smeared her wetness around. “Oh, you’re ready for me. That’s good.”

In a slow glide, he breached her. From this position, he couldn’t go as deep, but that was okay. He didn’t want to slam her. He canted forward and back, with steady, measured thrusts. The hot grip of her cunt drove him to want more, her breathy sighs and moans so erotic, his cock hurt from being so fucking hard.

“Sir, please.”

“Please what?” He rolled his hips as he thrust forward and her pussy fluttered.

“Deeper.” She twisted her nipples and groaned.

“No.” Frustration clear in her features, he grinned, and went shallower on the next plunge. She reached down and played with her clit. “Put that hand away.”

“But Sir...” She pouted, but stopped.

He withdrew and rolled her onto her back, then gathered both legs over his arms, and shoved his dick in all the way. The need to have her say she loved him, to look at him like she did Gavin overrode his senses. She had to be his too, had to.

“Oh fuck yes. Fuck.” She clawed at his forearms, and he leaned over her, almost curled her up, and pinned her wrists to the bed.

Their bodies slapped together, and he knew it must hurt, but she tossed her head from side to side. Her cunt was so wet and tight and hot around him. Muscles contracted and released, gripped him in orgasm, drew him in deeper.

“Fuck Sir...fuck...feels so good...oh damn...”

“You like my dick, don’t you? You like that?” He bore down on her harder, watching her face, studying every reaction.

The harder he went, the more she relaxed into her orgasm. He thrust faster, wilder, out of his mind to bury his cock in her. Electricity shot into his balls, and his cum spilled into her. He cradled her face and kissed her forehead, her nose, and lips. She spread his lips with her tongue, searching for his, and he sucked on it.

He rolled them to the side, not ready to withdraw his softening cock yet. “Ronnie.”

“Hmm?” She kissed his pec.

“I love you.” His heart almost beat right out of his chest, but he had to say it.

“I love you too.” Exhaustion colored her words, and she rubbed her nose on his chest. “Wanna stay with you and Gavin forever.”

An emotion he didn’t have a name for overtook him, and he almost crushed her in a hug. “Me too.”

S
tretching until her back cracked, Ronnie winced and collapsed back down to the mattress. Yesterday’s activities had left her more than just sore. She hurt. Wrists, ankles, pussy, ass, breasts...even her throat felt raw and abused.

Lines had been crossed in her relationships....well, relationship. They were all in a relationship, together.

And she did love them. Both of them. Luis with his intense personality and raw carnality. Gavin for his sweetness and the quiet laughter in his eyes.