Legally Bound (5 page)

“Why on earth would I think that?” Her desire
filled eyes lowered to his lips. “We’re colleagues and nothing more,” she
added, innocently.

“Lies. Lies. Lies.”

Donavan crushed his mouth down firmly against
hers. Soft and supple and warm, her lips were far more welcoming than he would
have anticipated after he had chained her up. She tasted like wine rich of
currants and black cherries with a distinctive hint of clove. And just like the
wine, her kiss was potent and powerful and intoxicating. Christ, he had waited
too long for this moment. The adrenaline hit him harder than he expected it to,
his arousal rocketing off the charts. Roughly, he grasped a handful of her hair
and kissed her as if his life depended on it. She moaned and as the vibration
of sound pulsed through his lips, his cock jerked to attention.

Oh yeah, it was time to call her bluff.

I’m kissing Donavan Carver
, Eve thought breathlessly.
I’m
actually kissing Donavan Carver—my rival, my fantasy since law school.

The pressure of his mouth intensified and whether
or not she wanted to, Eve moaned again. This time when she parted her lips, she
was rewarded with the warm invasion of his tongue. He slowed his pace, dipping,
swirling, and stroking his tongue against hers in a seductive circle. Her knees
weakened. If not suspended by her wrists, she would have surely collapsed.

Although fairly experienced in the kissing
department, she’d never been kissed like this. Desperately. Fiercely. The kiss
wasn’t clumsy or awkward like many of the firsts she remembered. There was no
bumping of heads or knocking of teeth. As if their mouths were one unit, they
moved in a rhythm like they’d been lovers for years.

Now Eve deepened the kiss, pressing back hard
against his mouth. She delved her tongue, swirling it around his as she arched
her body so that they met chest to chest. The solid wall of his pectorals
grazed the soft swell of her breasts and she shuddered. Abruptly, he released
her hair and started his assault on her body with skillful hands.

Grasping a breast in each palm, he squeezed her
nipples ruthlessly between his fingers. Arrows of pleasure darted through her.
The taut, aching buds tingled with the painful pressure as he mercilessly
tugged and rolled them. She blurted an aroused cry against his mouth while
cream flooded her panties. Beads of moisture trickled down the insides of her
thighs and she realized the thin lace thong she wore was completely saturated.

Oh God, this was what she wanted, needed. So many
years wasted screwing white collar gentlemen and hopeless romantics who thought
great sex consisted of rose petals and Marvin Gaye, all because she needed to
hide her submissive nature. All this time, deep down, she craved the dominant, unyielding
hands of Donavan Carver.

Without warning, he shoved one hand down the
front of her panties and cupped her dripping cunt. Frantically, Eve panted
against his mouth. They were hardly kissing any more, rather exchanging short,
sharp breaths of warm air. Her body quivered as he spread her outer lips and
pinched her swollen clit between his knuckles. She squirmed from the
sensitivity but her shackles prevented more than an inch of movement in each
direction. She was trapped in the blissful torment of his touch.

He drew the pads of two fingers back and forth
over her slick cleft. She was practically choking on her own moans when he
angled them at the entrance of her pussy and pressed inside. At the heavenly
invasion, Eve hissed a sigh through clenched teeth and felt her eyes rolling
back in her head. From the foreplay alone she was on the verge of an orgasm. A
few minutes more and she’d be teetering over the edge into full body
convulsions and earth-shattering moans.

He pumped his fingers and hit her G-spot—no
searching or faltering. Again and again, he worked the hard nub of her clit
with his thumb as he withdrew his fingers and re-entered. Eve tore her mouth
from his and wildly thrashed her head. It was coming. Any second now—weightless
rapture.

Suddenly, he stopped.

“What—what are you doing!” Eve blurted out of
breath. “Why are you stopping?”

“I was just thinking.” He withdrew his fingers
and cupped his palm over her dripping mound. “You said you didn’t think we’d
end up in bed together yet your pussy is so, so smooth—freshly waxed, I’d say. Much
like when a woman knows she’s going to fuck a man for the first time.”

Disoriented and huffing, Eve shut her eyes and
briefly recalled her last minute appointment at the beauty salon. This was her
first Brazilian wax. Helga did a good job. Maybe too good, she thought,
realizing what he was getting at.

“Oh, you’re a bastard,” she whispered.

“And you’re a liar.” He pulled his hand free from
her panties and she let out a frustrated whimper. He left her there with her
thighs vibrating and her heart racing and crossed the room. She had never
wanted to fuck a man and throttle him so badly in her entire life. Eve tracked
his movements through blurry eyes. In strange fascination she watched him
remove the champagne bottle from the bucket. Is this what he did to all his
women? Turned their bodies into a raging inferno and then celebrated his
victory with a drink?

“What are you doing?” she demanded when he left
the champagne on the table and carried the stainless steel icer back with him.

“I’m teaching you what happens when my submissive
lies to me.”

“I keep telling you that I am not a submissive,”
she snapped. “I’m certainly not
your
submissive.”

“You are for the weekend.” He crouched in front
of her and set the bucket on the floor. “You fixed the bet.”

In shock, Eve gaped down at him.

“You’re claiming to have won by…default?”

“Any way you want to term it is fine by me.
Either way, you’re mine for the weekend. And, if you’re really not a submissive,
tell me why these panties are so, so soaked.” He reached up and hooked his
fingers in the band of lace at her hips then slowly pulled them down her thighs
as far as they would go with her legs shackled two feet apart.

Face scalding, Eve quickly redirected her gaze.
Her pussy muscles contracted violently under the weight of his stare and she
realized there was no possible way to disguise her arousal. Regardless, she
wasn’t about to tell him the truth. There was too much at stake. She needed a
logical explanation. Fast.

“I don’t know if you’re familiar with the female
body but believe it or not, when I’m sexually stimulated I tend to get wet. So,
I wouldn’t be so quick to credit my arousal to your skills as a Dom as much as
to your skills as a lover,” she said, sending him a pointed stare.

That made sense. Didn’t it?

“I think that’s the first compliment you’ve ever
given me, counselor. The delivery was a bit rough, but then beggars can’t be
choosers.” He reached inside the bucket and fished out a few rounded cubes of
ice.

“What do you plan on doing with those?” she
demanded.

He gave his wrist a flick, shaking off the excess
of water. “Well, if you really are a Mistress then I suppose I’ll be spending
the entire weekend doing my best to convert you.”

The very idea sent a rush of heat throughout Eve’s
limbs all the way to her fingers and toes. He cupped his ice-filled palm to the
back of her calf and began sliding upward. The curved cubes glided and melted
in a wide frosty line over the slender swell of her calf muscle and behind her
knee. He moved so slowly, the cold nearly burned.

“Oh my God, that’s cold!” she shrieked.

“Wouldn’t be much of a punishment if I were
rubbing you down with warm scented oil, now would it?” He drew a wet path up
her thigh and under her ass cheek.

The ice melted with the heat of her skin. A few
trickles of water slid down the back of her leg and Eve shivered. He followed
the same action with her opposite leg before grabbing a few more cubes. Then
slowly, he reached up and circled the ice around her nipples, drawing them even
harder than they were before. The temperature was biting cold. Her nipples were
already raw and sensitive from his rough foreplay, and just the feather light
brush of his breath was enough to make them sting. Still, she couldn’t deny
that it was the sting that turned her on.

“Are you ready for your punishment?” he asked in
a low tone.

“I—I thought that was the punishment.”

“Only part of it.” Taking a single piece of ice
between his fingers, Donavan lifted it between her legs. When the ice made
contact with her clit, Eve jerked in her shackles.

“Oh God!” she gasped, but he didn’t relent. He
drew a long wet path over her swollen cleft all the way to the throbbing
entrance of her pussy and didn’t stop there. Carefully, slowly, he pressed the
rounded ice inside of her and her hips bucked.

“This…is the punishment,” he murmured.

Before Eve could curse again, he joined the first
piece of ice with a second and then a third. The shock to her nerves stiffened
every muscle in her body while her toes curled. The shape, the texture, the
temperature was all so foreign yet her clit throbbed with the combination. Oh,
he was a bad, bad man.

“I’ll tell you how this is going to work. You
have to keep the ice inside you until it completely melts.” He followed the
last piece of ice inside with his fingers, pressing them up as far as they
would go. “If one piece falls out, I’ll replace it with another. Understand?”

Eve barely heard him. The sensation of his
magical fingers stretching her pussy felt too good to ignore. If he kept them
there, even if he didn’t move them, she could surely orgasm.

“Eve? Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” she panted as her pussy convulsed around
the ice and his fingers.

“Yes, what?”

“I understand.”

He clucked his tongue and reached for another
piece of ice.

“This is for not addressing me with the proper
term.”

Through the haze of her mind, Eve realized what
he was doing. He wanted her to call him Master but even she knew that no Mistress
in her right mind would ever utter such words.

“I will not call you Master. Ever.”

“We’ll see.”

Donavan tilted a gaze up at her. Maybe he was
wrong about her being a submissive. Maybe her reactions were genuinely just
from sexual stimulation. He didn’t think so. He had been with enough women,
submissive and vanilla, to know when domination turned one on.

He glanced up. The expression on her beautiful
face was endearing. Pure concentration. She was desperately focused on keeping
the ice from falling out. Regardless of whether she wanted to admit it out loud
or not, she was doing it because he commanded her to. For now, that would have
to be enough of her submission to satisfy the Dominant inside of him.

Cock painfully throbbing, he lowered his eyes
from her face and decided he had exercised self control long enough for a
little reward. Leaning, he pressed his thumbs to her swollen pussy lips and
spread them apart, exposing her slippery cleft to his direct line of sight.
Glorious, he thought, fighting a moan. Angling his head, he covered her hot
cunt with his mouth and sucked her clit between his lips.

“The ice!” she cried out. Her thighs started to
quiver in succession with the flicking of his tongue. “I—I can’t concentrate
with you doing that.”

Concentrate. Not concentrate. He didn’t give a
damn either way. He was lost in the musky flavor of her swirling in his mouth,
captivated by the sweetness of her juices trickling against his lips as the ice
continued to melt.

“I’m losing them,” she panted and tried to pull
her hips away.

Slightly sympathetic of her plight, he thrust his
tongue inside her and gave the half melted ice a shove. Her fleshy muscles
contracted around his tongue and Donavan finally groaned. Soon it would be his
cock those muscles were violently convulsing around. Very soon.

Withdrawing his tongue from her slippery opening,
he swirled it back over her slick cleft. Harder now. Using a firmer stroke than
before. He could hear the sound of Eve’s breathing shifting from steady to
uneven, and then from uneven to hoarse. She was going to climax and deservingly
so.

“Oh God,” she choked.

He sucked her engorged clit between his lips and
relentlessly struck it with the tip of his stiff tongue. Her hips flexed
forward and he reached around, gripping two handfuls of tight ass to still her.
He wanted her to come hard. He wanted her to feel what it was like being unable
to control sensation even when it seemed too intense.

Squeezing her ass, he held her firmly against his
mouth and sucked her clit harder. Like a shotgun going off, her orgasm erupted.
The sound of her throaty scream echoed inside Donavan’s head and his cock
jerked as her clit throbbed erratically against his tongue. Christ, he had to
fuck her. Now.

A loud clang rang out.

Or at least Eve thought she heard something but
couldn’t be sure with the sound of her own pulse hammering in her ears. Every
inch of her body was alive with sensation. From the tips of her fingers to the
ends of her toes, nerves she never knew existed hummed to life. Even her knees
tingled as wave after wave of glorious pressure pounded through her.