Legally Bound (6 page)

Another clang.

This time Eve was certain she wasn’t hearing
things. Panting, she blinked back a haze of white dots hovering before her eyes
and then angled her chin down. Donavan unlocked the second shackle and tossed
it aside. Her legs were now free but they felt like heated rubber, pliable and
weak. If not still suspended by her wrists, she’d be a crumbled heap on the
floor.

Donavan rose to his full height and locked eyes
with her. Even through the exhaustion, another spell of arousal swallowed her
up. His gaze was dark and hungry and she didn’t need to ask what was coming
next. She knew. In her opinion, it couldn’t come fast enough.

His shirt hit the floor, along with his shoes and
slacks. Eve stared in awe of Donavan’s body. Lean. Powerful. Golden. Her gaze
drifted to his washboard abs and she ran her tongue along her lower lip. His
body was made for a woman’s pleasure, she decided and boldly watched him take
off his snug black briefs.

Instead of her eyes following the movement of his
underwear to the floor, they locked on his rigid cock. It sprang up against his
chiseled lower abs and a moan tumbled out of her. He hadn’t been kidding back
at the courthouse. His cock was thick and long and magnificent.

“I wanted to take things slow our first time,”
Donavan murmured in a hoarse tone as he gripped the base of his cock and gave
it a loving stroke that coaxed a bead of cum to the crown. “But, I’m afraid
slow just isn’t going to do.”

Eve couldn’t agree more. She didn’t want it slow.
She wanted it hard and fast and rough. She wanted to feel his cock
jack-hammering inside her wet pussy until she couldn’t contain her screams.

“We haven’t had time to discuss protection.” He
tore open a condom then expertly rolled it down his shaft and she licked her
lips. “For now I’ll use a condom, but don’t think for one second I’m not dying
to be inside you without one.”

Before she could say that she wanted that, too, he
gruffly hooked his arms behind her knees and hoisted her thighs around his
solid, muscular waist. The head of his cock grazed her swollen clit and Eve
shuddered.

Hurry. Hurry before this all
turns out to be dream and I wake up.

Donavan grasped the base of his shaft and pressed
the thick head of his cock to the entrance of her wet pussy. The initial
pressure hit her like a freight train. Stretching her to the limit, he pushed
deeper. As he filled her inch by inch, her body started to shake.

“Relax,” Donavan whispered.

Though his voice was soothing, he sounded out of
breath. She lifted her gaze to his handsome face and noticed the muscle in his
jaw flexing. It was then she realized he was desperately trying to go slow for
her benefit. Was he scared of hurting her?

A sudden warmth spread through Eve’s chest. Was
that sensation admiration for his selfless efforts? Envy of his willpower? Or
was it something more?

She couldn’t self-analyze right now. The need to
have his cock buried inside of her trumped any fear she possessed regarding her
professional life and vetoed all rational train of thought.

Locking her ankles at the small of his back, Eve
gripped the chain suspending her from the ceiling with both hands and then
arched her hips forward, impaling herself on the full length of his rigid cock.

“Christ,” he grated against her temple. “I think
someone wants to be fucked hard.”

She tilted her head back and locked eyes with him.

“Yes,” she admitted in a sultry tone that she
hardly recognized. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to fuck me hard?”

A flash of challenge flickered in his dark eyes
and he answered by drawing back his hips and then thrusting them forward,
forcing her to take every glorious inch of his shaft at once. A cry of ecstasy
burst so quickly and so hard from her lips it left her lungs empty and burning
for air. Before she could fully recover, he angled back and slammed inside her
again.

“Believe it or not,” he ground out in a ragged
breath, “I was trying to be tender.”

This time he thrust harder.

“Oh God!” Eve’s head snapped back and her fingers
constricted around the chain above her head. Gasping for air, she retorted, “You
hardly strike me as the tender type.”

“Oh…” A wicked grin touch his lips. “I have my
moments.”

He captured her mouth and kissed deeply. A man
who could move his hips in one rhythm and his lips in another simultaneously
was a man to be treasured. His silky warm tongue collided with hers and Eve saw
a brilliance of stars dance behind her eyes. Her senses seemed heightened,
sharper. She felt every bead of sweat forming on his chest, every shallow line
on the palms of his hands. Most of all, she could feel the thick, pulsing veins
that ran through his stiff cock along the inner walls of her pussy. The soft
tissue inside her cunt throbbed and her lower abdomen tightened. If he kept up
this furious rhythm much longer she was going to climax, again.

Donavan didn’t keep the same rhythm, though. He
slowed his pace, becoming more precise and more calculated. With each thrust,
he drew back his hips and angled his cock upward. The fine dusting of hair on
his pelvis grazed her swollen clit causing so much friction Eve’s teeth
chattered.

Wanting to prolong the ecstasy, she hissed out a
long breath in attempt to hold back her orgasm. It was pointless. Donavan wasn’t
some novice lay. He was skilled in the art of seduction and making women’s toes
curl. The more she tried to hold back, the deeper he took her.

On his next strategic thrust, Eve’s orgasm
erupted.

“Donavan,” she choked into his mouth, severing
their kiss. She needed air. Desperately. She couldn’t breathe. Her lungs seemed
to pause, hovering between the decision of whether or not to work when her body
was experiencing such pleasurable trauma. When he thrust his cock again it was
like a surge of electricity jolting her lungs back to life.

The muscles in his abdomen undulated as he
entered her body with an upward thrust of his hips. He creased his brow.
Donavan?
Eve rarely called him Donavan. Oh, but he liked the sound of his name on her
lips. He could easily get used to hearing her scream it.

A drop of sweat beaded down his temple. The sweat
wasn’t from exhaustion, though. From the moment he slid his cock inside her
sweet pussy, he’d been fighting the need to come. As her cunt tightened into a
merciless sleeve of quivering flesh around his shaft, the fight was beyond
over. It was obliterated.

With the onslaught of sensation his thighs burned
and his abs quaked. The head of his cock felt massive and swollen as it slammed
against the spongy internal wall of her soaked pussy. In a flash of white hot
pleasure, every nerve in the crown awoke and demanded release.

“Fuck,” he swore against the soft skin of Eve’s
throat.

Shudders assaulted his body like the impact of
machine gun fire and the muscles throughout his shoulders went piano wire taut.
Donavan released a groan. Half animal and half human, the low throaty rasp
boomed throughout the walls of their private sex chamber as his heavy sac
tightened and an upsurge of scalding fluid erupted.

Tremor after violent tremor, Donavan clung to her
body. He cradled her against his sex sated frame as ragged breathing echoed in
his head. For a long time he couldn’t decipher her breathing from his. For now,
they were one being, fused together by flesh and pleasure.

Eventually confident that his legs would obey the
signals sent from his brain in order to walk, Donavan reached up and released
the snaps on the restraints. Her arms dropped limply around his neck and she
shivered against his chest. The tips of her fingers grazed between his shoulder
blades like slender rods of ice on his hot skin. Her hands were freezing. As he
carried her to the bed she proceeded to curl them in and out, seemingly trying
to regain some of the circulation.

Slowly, like a stream of warmed honey Eve poured
out of his arms and onto the rich, satin sheets. For a moment, he studied her. Her
long dark hair spilled in a tangled mess of frays and curls around her flush
face while her supple breasts rose and fell with labored breaths. She was so
simply beautiful a knot formed in his chest. So beautiful, he was already
growing hard with the need to take her again. And he would. Over and over. He
would. But not now.

“Don’t move,” he murmured, brushing his knuckles
gently across her forehead.

Eve said nothing when he left her on the bed and
crossed into the adjoining bathroom. He wasn’t sure if her silence was from
exhaustion or because she was busy plotting his painful death for shackling her
up like a prisoner. A slow smile spread across his face as he ran warm water
into a basin. Painful death or not, he would gladly do it again.

“You seem to know your way around this place very
well,” Eve commented when he returned from the bathroom. Her mundane tone had
him briefly lifting his gaze to her face. She was looking away from him and
hugging her arms tightly over her breasts. A defensive posture. It wasn’t the
usual reaction he was accustomed to after making love to a woman but then again
there wasn’t anything usual about Eve. “Do you bring a lot of women to this
room?” she asked casually.

He set the basin on the nightstand and rang out
the cloth. Truthfully, he didn’t bring many women here. The theme of the room
was romantic and he rarely mixed romance and sex. The combination often sent
mixed signals when he only meant for his rendezvous to last a few hours at a
time. At most, a few days.

However, Eve was not just some woman he’d met at
the club interested in an evening of domination and fucking. She was the only
female he had ever managed a lasting relationship with. True, they were colleagues
but somewhere between the court battles and childish banter, they had become
friends. A friendship, Donavan was beginning to realize, he cherished.

And now, they were lovers.

“Well? Do you bring a lot of women here?” she prompted,
propping herself up on her elbows and finally looking at him.

“Only the very naughty ones,” he lied
.
“Spread
your legs a little.”

Seemingly baffled by his request, Eve stared at
him. Donavan sighed then slid one hand between her thighs to edge them apart.
Her muscles tensed under his palm and her legs snapped shut even tighter than
they were before.

“Oh you—you really don’t have to do that. I can—”

“Relax,” he coaxed, cutting her off mid-sentence.
She was slick and sticky with her own juices and since he had a hand in causing
it, it seemed only fair that he help clean up. “I want to. “

She hesitated but only for a second before she
gave in and lay down.

Donavan waited until the tension eased out of her
legs then gradually nudged them apart. He fought a groan. She had the most
incredible thighs—toned and firm and milky white. He pressed the damp cloth to
the inside of one leg and heard her suck in a sharp breath. He shifted his gaze
to her face but continued cleaning the sticky residue from her skin. Her eyes
were shut tight while her pouty beautiful lips contorted into a frown. She
hardly resembled the unabashed woman who demanded he fuck her harder only a
short time ago.

“Am I hurting you?”

Finally, her eyes opened but they remained locked
on the ceiling.

“No.”

“Then why do you look like I’m sawing off one of
your limbs with a dull blade?”

“I don’t know. I guess I’ve never had a man…clean
me off after sex.”

“Well now, try not to make it sound so terribly
romantic. Kissy-kissy talk is one of my turnoffs.”

Her lips twitched and a smile broke out of her
face. The smile turned to laughter. Low. Throaty. Genuine laughter. Donavan
savored the musical sound as if it were a lunar eclipse. Eve rarely let her
guard down. This could be a turning point. It always boggled his mind to why
Eve insisted she was a Mistress when she was so obviously a submissive. This
could be his first real step towards getting answers. If it wasn’t a turning
point, he still had two days with her. Two sinful days.

Oh God, I can’t spend two more
days with him like this!
Eve could already feel her defenses lowering inch by inch, the walls she’d
built in order to protect herself, her career and her life were crumbling like
a house of cards. Here she sat with the King of Hearts, naked and laughing as
if they’d been lovers for years.

It was no wonder women flocked to him, she
thought, daring to lift her gaze to his face. Candlelight played over Donavan’s
striking features, accenting his perfectly straight white teeth as he smiled
back at her. The man had such an easy, open way about him. What you see is what
you get. No secrets. No lies. Just him. How wonderful it must feel to live life
like an open book, with no regrets or importance on the opinions of others. How
wonderful it would feel to live her life like that.

“Here,” said Donavan, reaching across to the
fruit basket on the nightstand beside her. He plucked a branch of plump purple grapes
off the bunch and began contemplatively rolling one between his fingers.