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She groaned, a sound of dismay and frustration, making him smile all over again.

“When I say, baby. When I say, and not before.”

“You’re killing me,” she wailed.

“Oh, I haven’t even begun yet,” he said silkily. “Before I’m done, you’ll beg me.”

“I’m begging now!”

His smile broadened and he pushed her legs farther apart. Then he reached into the nightstand again, pulling out nipple clamps she couldn’t see. He leaned over, licking one nipple and then the other, coaxing them into turgid points.

He sucked at both, setting a leisurely pace that would drive them both insane with want and need. When he had her nipples into rigid peaks, he flicked one last time with his tongue and then carefully applied the first clamp.

“Oh!” she exclaimed when the clamp bit into her nipple. “Ash?”

“Easy, baby. I won’t hurt you. You know that. Just a little pain. Give you that edge. You’ll like it.”

He affixed the other and then leaned back to survey his handiwork.

She was a work of art. No corny statements. She was utterly magnificent. The intricate, colorful tattoo snaked over her right side. So reflective of who she was and what she was. He could honestly say before her he’d never been a fan of tattoos on women. It just wasn’t something that did it for him. But from the moment he’d gotten a glimpse of hers, he’d been rabid with curiosity.

On her, it wasn’t just a tattoo like so many others. It was her art. A reflection of herself. And it fit her to a T. He wouldn’t have her any other way.

“You fascinate me, Josie. You have such a clean, wholesome, good-girl look going on. That blond hair, those gorgeous blue-green eyes. But underneath the clothes, there’s that tattoo. It screams bad girl. I like it. I like it a lot.”

A smile curved her lips again. A dreamy smile.

“Glad you like.”

“Oh, I do, baby. No doubt there. I like everything about you. Everything that makes you you.”

He stared a moment longer at the clamps pushing her nipples upward and then he let his hand drift down her midline, over her belly and to the wetness between her legs. Yeah, she was ready for him. No doubt there. But he didn’t want to end it so soon. He would take his time. Savor her. Make it good for both of them.

He stroked his cock, holding it close to her opening as he stared down at what was his.
Mine.
She was his, absolutely. Never thought he’d have a woman who understood him so completely in his bed. And yet here he was, staring down at a woman so beautiful that it hurt to look at her. He couldn’t look at her without a heavy ache in his chest. The knowledge and recognition that she was it for him. And he’d never look back. Never regret a single thing.

He pushed her knees upward, bending her legs so she was open wide to him. The base of the plug was lodged there at her ass. And he was ready to dive into that tight pussy.

Sweat beaded his forehead and his teeth clenched together as he pushed through her warm, damp folds to lodge himself at her opening. Oh hell, but she was tighter. So much tighter than before, that plug making her pussy opening that much smaller.

It wasn’t going to be easy to get in, but it was going to feel fucking amazing.

He pushed the head farther in, eyes rolling back in his head at the exquisite feel of her tugging snugly at his dick. She moaned loudly, her hands coming off the bed and fluttering, almost as if she didn’t know what to do with them.

Hell, he knew what to do about them. The idea of having her not only blindfolded, but bound, excited the visual side of him. Of being able to look down at his woman, vulnerable and helpless against his will. Oh yeah, that excited him.

He pulled back and she registered her complaint with a whimper. He caressed one leg, his imagination working overtime as he expanded on his earlier thought of tying her hands. Hell yeah. He’d tie her hands and legs. Spread her impossibly wide and secure her there. All he had to do was position her at the end of the bed where he could tie her ankles to the bedposts.

“Just a minute more, baby,” he said, his voice rougher than he intended. “Going to tie you up.”

She swallowed hard, but didn’t make a sound. Her chest rose and fell with the exertion of her breaths. He knew it excited her every bit as much as it excited him.

He retrieved the rope from his closet and then went back to the bed. He helped her up and guided her toward the end of the bed and then surveyed his possibilities.

He lifted her arms up over her head and brought them together, binding the wrists with a secure knot. Then he pulled the long end of the rope up toward the head of the bed, pulled it taut so her arms were stretched high, and secured it, testing the tautness so that it didn’t put too much of a strain on her shoulders.

Satisfied that it was perfect, he returned to the end of the bed, letting his hand wander lazily down her body, appreciating and savoring the fullness of her curves, the lean lines of her narrow belly and the flare of her hips. But this time he didn’t touch her intimately, a fact that frustrated her judging by the groan she emitted. He grinned again. Yeah, this was going to be perfect and he was in no hurry. He was going to savor the delectable sight of her in restraints and fuck her until they both lost their minds.

Gently, he pulled one ankle up, wrapping the rope around it before stretching it to tie it to the bedpost. Again, he tested the tautness, wanting it to be tight and spread her wide but not wanting to hurt her or cause her too much discomfort.

By the time he got to her other leg, it shook and trembled beneath his touch. Her breaths were coming more rapidly now and perspiration gleamed on her skin.

“Ash?”

He paused in securing the last bond to the bedpost.

“Yes, darling?”

“Forget what I said about not being able to come without clitoral stimulation,” she said weakly. “I think I’m about to get there anyway!”

He laughed and leaned down to kiss the inside of her calf. “Nuh-uh, baby. Not until I say. You’re not going to leave me behind here.”

She sighed and closed her eyes, her lips tightening as she battled the desire building within her.

Then he stepped back to survey his handiwork.

“Beautiful,” he breathed. “You have no idea how turned on I am right now, Josie. I wish you could see yourself right now. Never seen a more beautiful sight than you tied to my bed, all spread out for me. I’m going to feast on you.”

“Please, Ash. I’m begging. Please, I need you.”

He’d promised her she’d beg, but he didn’t want her begging. No, he wanted to please her. To give her all the pleasure she was giving him.

His hands slid underneath her ass, lifting as much as the restraints would allow. He cupped and caressed the plump mounds as he moved in, ready to possess her.

He positioned his dick at her opening, pushing in just a bit to test the snugness. He let out a groan, one that was echoed by her when she stretched around him.

“So tight,” he ground out. “Want you to feel this, baby. This is what it would be like to have two cocks inside you.”

“It’s wonderful,” she breathed. “More, Ash. Please. Before I go crazy!”

He pushed in harder, nearly dying as her body fought his intrusion. The plug had made her pussy painfully tight. But it was pain he embraced because after that edge of pain came unimaginable pleasure.

He was sweating now, rigid as he sought to maintain control. He inched forward, pushing deeper into her snug passageway.

“It’s too much!” she cried. “Oh God, Ash. I’m going to come!”

He stopped, gripping her legs, his fingers digging into her flesh. “Not too much, baby. Never enough. Hold on for me. Go when I go.”

He glanced down, wincing when he saw he was only halfway in. He pulled back and then put one hand down over her mound, sliding his thumb in between her folds to her clit.

“Going to go hard, baby. I won’t last and neither will you. Come with me now. Going to fuck you hard. It’s going to hurt. But it’s going to feel so damn good.”

She moaned again, her entire body tightening around him. “Hurt me then, Ash. I want it. I need it. I need you.”

The soft plea tore the last of his control. He pressed his thumb over her clit and then hammered forward, determined to get all the way in this time.

She cried out, her pussy convulsing around him. She went wet. Slick. So hot and velvety. He began to thrust hard and fast, and then she opened for him and he slid all the way home. But he didn’t stop to savor the sensation of being completely immersed in her warmth. He was too close. She was too close. There was no stopping now.

His hips smacked against her ass, jostling her entire body. Her body swayed against the tight restraints and arched upward, bowing up off the bed.

Deeper, harder. His vision blurred. Her gasps sounded in his ears.

“Get there,” he growled. “Now!”

Her cry splintered the room. Her wail went on and on as her body spasmed around him. His release was edgy and painful, boiling low in his balls and then exploding up his cock. He began coming in endless streams, the semen spilling from her pussy and onto the bed.

He thrust again, flicking over her clit with his thumb as she screamed again. Then he yanked himself from her pussy and grasped his pulsing cock in his hand. He pumped hard, directing the release onto her pussy and then her belly.

It jetted onto her skin, marking her. Streaming onto her flesh in thick spurts of white.

She was sobbing. His ears were roaring. And then he slid into her again, no longer able to bear being outside of her body. He went still against her, enjoying the last bursts. He closed his eyes and leaned into her, his body heaving with exertion.

Never had he been so gutted. Never had he felt more like his insides had been ripped out and laid bare. He lay there on her, his semen sticky and warm between them. Then he kissed just below her breasts.

“You undo me, Josie,” he murmured. “Completely and utterly undo me.”

chapter twenty

When Josie saw the restaurant where she and Ash were meeting his friends, unease gripped her. It was a restaurant that Michael frequented with regularity. It was his favorite place to eat, a place he’d taken her many times.

Shaking off her momentary hesitation, she settled into Ash’s side, his arm wrapped securely around her as they walked in. If she ran into Michael, and it seemed likely she would since he ate here almost every Sunday evening, she’d not act as though she was ashamed of anything. Certainly not of the fact that he’d attacked her. And she certainly wasn’t ashamed to be out with Ash, no matter how quickly she’d fallen into a relationship after she’d broken things off with Michael.

“Is something wrong?” Ash murmured as they were shown to their table.

She shook her head and smiled brightly.

“Not nervous are you? Relax, darling. They’re going to love you.”

This time her smile came more easily. “I’m not worried, Ash. Really.”

He squeezed her to his side. “Good. I want you to have a good time.”

When they arrived at their table, situated in the far corner where they’d be afforded quiet and privacy, Josie saw that his friends were already there.

She blinked when she took in the two men who rose when she and Ash got to the table. Holy hotness factor. Individually, each of the three were gorgeous. But together? They were the epitome of rich, arrogant and devastatingly handsome.

She looked right past the two females sitting, because hello, she was female and how could she even see anything beyond the three alpha men gathered?

“Josie, I want you to meet my friends and business partners, Gabe Hamilton and Jace Crestwell.”

The one he called Gabe stepped forward, a broad smile carving his rock-hard face. He extended his hand, and she shivered when their skin made contact.

“Very happy to meet you, Josie,” Gabe said in a husky voice that just screamed sexy. “I’ve been looking forward to it.”

“It’s very nice to meet you too,” Josie murmured.

She turned to Jace and swallowed. The man was Ash’s polar opposite. Dark and brooding where Ash was lighter and seemingly less broody, but Josie knew that appearances were deceiving. Ash’s looks were in direct contrast with his true personality. He might seem laid-back and carefree, but he was utterly serious. At least with her he was.

Jace leaned in and kissed either cheek before retreating with a smile that made his dark brown eyes warm and inviting.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, Josie. Glad Ash finally let you out of his apartment long enough to mingle with the rest of us.”

She laughed and relaxed and then turned her attention to the two women she was now insanely curious about. Anyone who managed to capture and captivate two men like Gabe and Jace had to be pretty damn special. And according to Ash, they were very much captivated. Completely and unapologetically in love.

She wanted that. Craved it. She wanted it with Ash. And if Ash’s words were anything to go by, they were on their way. It still baffled her that it had happened so fast, but then he’d explained that it had happened just as fast for his friends. In that context, perhaps it wasn’t so unbelievable that she and Ash would become serious in such a short time.

“Darling, I want you to meet two very special women, Mia and Bethany. Mia is the newlywed and I’m sure if Jace has his way, Bethany won’t be far behind on taking the marriage leap.”

“Damn right,” Jace growled.

“Hello, Josie,” Mia said, her smile open and friendly. She was Jace’s sister according to Ash and now Josie could see the resemblance.

“Hi,” Josie returned. “I’m very happy to meet you both.”

“Hello, Josie,” Bethany said, her smile no less friendly than Mia’s had been, but it was obvious she was shyer and more reserved than Mia.

Remembering everything Ash had told her about Bethany, Josie studied her, taking in the fact that the young woman sitting next to where Jace had retaken his seat had come a long way and had endured a very hard life.

And there was the fact that this woman had been to bed with Ash. Ash
and
Jace. Josie wasn’t sure whether to be jealous of the fact Bethany had had Ash’s hands on her or envious over the fact that Bethany had enjoyed a threesome with two unbelievably gorgeous alpha males.