Playing With Pleasure (17 page)

He tweaked her nipples one more time, shooting her off like a rocket. Her head fell back on his shoulder as her body jolted, tightened, and bucked. Her pussy clenched on his erection, then began to pulsate, milking him.

“
Sawyer!
” She screamed his name, her stroking fingers taking her over the sharp edge and straight into ecstasy.

She heard him curse, then his hands were gripping her hips hard, guiding them as he rammed into her with deep thrusts, his control finally splintering. He shuddered behind her and came on a guttural groan.

A few moments later, after they’d both caught their breath, he wrapped one of his strong arms around her waist and tangled the fingers of his other hand in her hair, turning her head toward his. His mouth touched down on hers, and her lips automatically parted, welcoming the sweep of his tongue as they indulged in a slow, unhurried kiss that made her feel so desirable and cherished.

After a short while, he ended the kiss and guided her gaze back to their reflections. “Look at you, Paige,” he murmured huskily. “Look at how beautiful and sexy you are like this.”

She couldn’t deny that she did look soft, sensual, sated. Her skin was flushed with passion, her eyes glazed with bliss, her expression replete. Letting go of her inhibitions and squashing the insecure thoughts in her head had allowed her to focus on her pleasure, and his, and the results had been stunning.

“Would you like to open your birthday present now?” he whispered in her ear.

She smiled, still incredibly curious to find out what was in that box on the bed. “Yes.”

They separated and stood. “Give me a sec,” Sawyer said as he headed toward the adjoining bathroom, grabbing his jeans from the floor on the way.

She couldn’t help but stare at his bare ass as he walked away, and after he closed the door, she picked up his T-shirt from the floor and put it on. When he returned, he was wearing his jeans and she was kneeling on the bed by the present.

He eyed the soft cotton now covering her body. “I don’t know why you bothered putting my shirt on,” he mused. “I’m not done with you yet.”

She wasn’t
that
comfortable strutting around in the nude like he was, and besides, she pointed out the obvious. “Then why did you put your jeans back on?”

A naughty smirk curved his mouth. “It’s going to help keep my dick under control around you. What we just did took the edge off so I can concentrate on what’s next.”

She tipped her head, regarding him curiously as he stopped in front of the bed near her. “Concentrate? On what?”

“What’s in that box,” he said, giving nothing away as he crossed his arms over his chest. “If you like my present, I don’t want a raging hard-on distracting me from using it on you.”

She laughed, though she had no clue what he’d bought for her. But if it led to them doing dirty things together… “I think I’m going to like this gift.”

“I hope so,” he said softly, his expression suddenly serious. “Open it and let’s find out.”

Not sure what to make of his guarded features when she’d never seen him less than confident, she untied the bow and lifted the lid on the tall box. Her stomach tumbled with anticipation when she saw what was inside—what seemed like an endless coil of rope, similar in type and diameter to the one he’d used on her at The Players Club. But instead of red in color, these were a deep, dark purple.

“It’s your favorite color,” he said, his tone wry.

The fact that he’d put that much thought into the purchase made the gift that much more personal. She lifted her gaze to him, stunned by the realization that her twenty-sixth birthday could have, and should have, ended much differently. “You bought this a year and a half ago?”

He nodded. “Yes. If you were willing, I was going to show you how good it felt to let me be in complete control of your pleasure.”

Something so special and intimate had been stolen from her, but she wasn’t going to dwell on the past any longer. And she wasn’t all that certain if she would have been ready back then for that kind of power exchange, not like she was prepared to cede that control to him tonight.

“I want you to show me
now
, Sawyer,” she said, moving off the bed to stand next to him. She lifted a hand to his face and rested her palm against his lightly stubbled cheek, wanting him to see the sincerity, the desire for this in her gaze. “Show me how good it feels to let you be in control of my pleasure with these ropes, and for you to take what you need.”

His strong body shuddered at
her
gift to him, and he placed a hand gently over hers, as if savoring her touch. “I need you to understand that this can get intense, especially for you since you’ve never been tied up like this before. If you feel anxious at any point, just say
red,
and I’ll stop immediately.”

“I trust you.” Stepping back, she reached for the hem of his T-shirt, pulled it over her head, and dropped it to the floor. She shivered as his jaw clenched and his smoldering gaze raked over her, making her feel so feminine and, yes, beautiful. “I want this,” she told him. “I want this with
you
.”

He groaned, the low sound infused with gratitude. In the next instant, his entire demeanor changed, and that darker, more aggressive man appeared. There was no apprehension for Paige, just a secret thrill that curled low in her belly.

“Stand in front of the mirror so you can watch,” he ordered as he retrieved the ropes from the box.

She did as he requested, and he stood beside her. She expected him to tie her hands like he had at the club, but instead, he wrapped the longest piece of rope around her waist and fastened it by her navel, with equal lengths of the cord hanging on either side of the knot. And then quietly, and with purpose, he began weaving the ropes along her stomach and around her wrists, securing her arms to her sides, so tight that when she tried to move her hands away from her body, they didn’t budge.

He glanced up at her face, a flicker of concern in his eyes. “Are you okay?”

She licked her bottom lip, surprised by how turned on she was by just this little bit of restriction. “You don’t have to ask. I promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

He nodded, then continued entwining the ropes and using some of the smaller pieces to tie knots along pressure points in her lower back, her stomach, ribs, and sides. By the time he reached just below her breasts, her entire torso and arms were covered in purple stripes from the twine, and half a dozen intricate diamond-shaped patterns crisscrossed over her abdomen that actually looked…
beautiful
against her skin.

The rope and knots bit into her flesh, heightening her awareness, the light pinch of pain making her light-headed and shockingly aroused. She swayed on her feet and caught herself.

Sawyer tipped her chin up and stared into her eyes. “You still with me, sweetheart?” he asked gently, a small, amused smile on his lips.

“Mmmm,” was all she could manage, but it seemed to satisfy him because he let his hand fall away from her face and grabbed the two hanging ropes beneath her breasts.

With concentration and precise movements, he wrapped each one around a mound of flesh and secured more knots, then tied off smaller pieces of rope and layered them over the fullest part of her breasts. The twine scratched across her sensitive nipples, and she couldn’t hold back the moan that bubbled up from her throat or the rush of liquid warmth that spilled between her thighs.

He interlaced two more ropes to those and crossed them over her chest and over her shoulders. Through hooded eyes, she watched him work. Watched
him
. His breathing was deep and even, his expression etched with purpose, but there was no mistaking the authority in his touch, the dominant edge to his movements, or the massive bulge straining against the zipper of his jeans.

He gave the ropes between her shoulder blades another tug, then slowly circled around to stand in front of her. She thought she’d feel like a trussed up animal, but the entire act had been a sensual experience, and she felt high with desire.

Tracing his fingers along the ropes and his handiwork, he met her gaze, his eyes glowing hot and bright with lust and that adrenaline rush he’d talked about. “You look
stunning
,” he said, his voice a low rasp of sound. He followed the diamond-shaped patterns all the way down her torso, and when he reached the apex of her thighs, he glided his fingers through her drenched pussy.

That one touch made her dizzy and almost set her off, but he was careful to keep his strokes just light enough to keep her on that quivering precipice of need.

Those wicked fingers dragged along her sex and through the slick, swollen folds. “Next time, I’m going to layer the ropes right along this soft, wet flesh, and tie a knot
here
,” he promised in a sexy murmur and strummed her aching clit with his finger.

She could barely breathe, and it had nothing to do with being bound. Her weak legs shook, threatening to buckle under the need for a firmer caress, the need to
come
.

“Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asked knowingly.

The only answer she could manage was a soft whimper.

He lifted his hand to his mouth and sucked her juices off his fingers. “You taste so fucking good.”

She closed her eyes and swayed once more, feeling euphoric, drunk.
Rope drunk
, she thought a bit giddily. Then she was literally swept off her feet as he carried her to the bed. He set her down in the middle of the mattress so that she was lying flat on her back.

“Jesus, Paige,” he rasped as he came around to the foot of the bed and took in the lines of rope across her body, the knots that he’d formed, the patterns he’d made, before his gaze met hers again. “I need you so damn bad.”

She realized his hands were fisted at his sides, his big body nearly shaking. He was silently asking for permission to take her. His expression was tight, fierce, leaving no doubt that once he was inside her, it was going to be a long, hard, rough ride. And Lord help her, she wanted that, too.

The new bold and brazen woman in her bent her knees and spread her legs, making room for him in between. “I need you, too,” she said, speaking the truth and giving him the consent he’d been waiting for.

With a harsh exhale—as if he’d been holding his breath that whole time—he nearly tore off his jeans in his haste to get inside of her. He donned a condom, moved between her thighs, and hooked the back of her knees over his arms to hold her legs wide apart as he lowered himself completely over her. With the thick head of his cock lined up perfectly with her entrance, he slammed full length into her—so deep he filled all those empty, hollow spaces inside her—tearing a startled gasp from her throat.

Like an unstoppable force of nature, he thrust hard and fast, his hips jack-hammering as he tunneled relentlessly into her again and again. Wild. Driven. Unstoppable. Beneath him, she couldn’t move, could only accept everything he had to give while she grabbed handfuls of the comforter to keep her anchored in the storm.

He rubbed his upper body against the ropes, abrading his own chest and stomach with the twine, undoubtedly scratching and marking his skin. Both his hands speared into her hair, yanking her head back as he lowered his lips to her throat, his hot, damp mouth and his hotter tongue tasting her skin. Finding that sensitive spot where her neck and shoulder joined, he bit down, marking her, and that spark of pleasure-pain raced all the way down to her sex.

Another downward grind against her clit and she shattered, moaning deliriously as her entire being splintered into a thousand little pieces she wasn’t so sure she’d ever get back. Her internal muscles gripped him, and Sawyer tossed his head back, the tendons in his neck straining and his lower body jolting hard against hers, violently, desperately. She vaguely heard him chanting her name, over and over, as his own orgasm claimed him.

Paige finally realized what it took for Sawyer to lose control completely, and she was elated that
she
had done that to him.

He collapsed on top of her, and her heart squeezed tight in her chest when he whispered a deeply profound “thank you” in her ear—knowing the fact that she’d allowed him to bind her so intimately had in turn given him some of that inner peace and calm that he craved.

S
awyer held Paige
close to his side as they lay on her bed a short time later after he’d released her from his ropes, gently stroking her silky hair. The lights were out, and she slept snuggled against his chest, her deep, even breaths caressing his skin. He never wanted to let her go. And especially not after what they’d just shared and what she’d just given him so selflessly. Her trust. Her body. Along with a piece of her soul, even if she didn’t realize that yet.

He knew without a doubt she’d found pleasure being bound, but the ropes were mostly about him and his needs, and she was the first woman who seemed to understand that. He’d tied up other subs before, but never one he
loved
, and now he knew there was no comparison to what he felt when he was with Paige and she was restrained in his ropes, granting him full control of the scene, of her. The pleasure it gave him was extraordinary. Sublime. And left him with a peaceful feeling he hadn’t felt in too damn long.