Stephanie Julian - No Reservations

She bit her lip, trying to hold in the whimpers. She refused to be reduced to a pile of quivering flesh so soon. She was stronger than this.

He made fast work of her other wrist with the black satin then stood back, as if to admire his handiwork.

She felt tight all over but in no pain from the bindings. Even so, she tugged on them. The air felt cooler than it had, but that was probably her imagination. Or the fact that she felt like she was burning up.

Then he picked up the black lace.

“Now I want you to close your eyes. This will only affect your vision. It won’t block it completely. You can open them when I’m done. Trust me, Kate.”

That was so not the problem right now. She wanted him to hurry. She felt like a bottle of pop he’d shaken for hours, corked and ready to explode.

It should’ve embarrassed her, how fast she snapped her eyes shut.

But she couldn’t be bothered to care because he was tying the knot at the back of her head now.

“You look beautiful. You can open your eyes or you might want to keep them closed for a little while yet and just feel.”

The bed shook and she felt his knees brush her hips just before his hands landed on her breasts.

Cupping them, he plumped the small mounds, pinching the nipples, making her arch off the bed, at least as far as she could. She only had so much leeway with the bindings.

He played with her breasts for several long minutes, as if he were fascinated by them. When he bent and put his mouth on her, she choked out a sigh.

Yes. There.

His lips closed around one hard tip, sucking it into his mouth and flicking at it with his tongue. The sensation lit through her like a steady pulse of electricity. The heat from his mouth then the cool of his breath as he pulled back to blow on her wet skin drove her closer to achieving something she never had before—an orgasm simply from having someone suck on her breasts.

She knew, somewhere deep in the part of her brain that was still capable of thought, that it was almost more mental than physical. Sure, the sensation was necessary, beyond pleasurable. But the mental stimulation from knowing it was Tyler and the deprivation of her sight combined to make her nearly frantic.

Almost as if he could read her mind—more likely, he could read her body language—Tyler spent several long minutes at her breasts, alternating his attention between them. His tongue felt like wet sandpaper, her nipples peaked and throbbing beneath it.

She tried not to writhe too much, didn’t want to dislodge him, but she needed more.

Needed—

Yes.

He bit her, hard enough that she felt it between her legs. Hard enough to give her that orgasm she’d been reaching for.

She moaned as her sex clenched with tiny contractions then nearly jumped out of her skin when Tyler tapped her mound, catching her clit with one finger.

“So beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful, Kate. I’m gonna make you come again, sweetheart.”

She opened her mouth to tell him to hurry up but before she could get the words out, he tapped her again, harder this time.

And she came with a strangled cry. Short and sharp and still not enough.

Vaguely, she realized he was moving again, his knees now shifting between her legs.

“Lift up.” He tapped her hip and she moved without a thought. A second later, he shoved a pillow beneath her hips.

The feeling of exposure intensified and she could barely hold in a moan.

“Kate. Are you okay?”

She had to take in a breath before she could speak. “I’m fine.”

“Good. Because I’m going to fuck you now. Open your eyes.”

She did, immediately. And blinked at the distortion of her sight by the lace.

Just as Tyler began to work his cock inside her.

As she sought to make out his form above her, her body fought his intrusion, even though she wanted it so desperately.

His cockhead breached her lips, lodging in the narrow channel that desperately tried to pull him deeper. She felt so empty.

But instead of thrusting hard and fast like he had before and as she needed, he worked himself inside centimeter by centimeter.

Her hands twisted until she had her fingers wrapped around the material at her wrists, trying to leverage herself closer, force him deeper.

He retreated immediately. “I didn’t say you could move.” Grabbing her hips, he forced her to hold still. “I promise if you stay still, you’ll get what you want. On my terms. But you will get what you need.”

His words only made her burn hotter, made her pant with the intensity of it. But it also made that doubt surge forward as well. That little hint of fear that she couldn’t quite rid herself of.

She felt like she was being pushed closer to an edge she might never come back from.

“Kate. Are you still okay?”

“Yes.” Or she would be. “I’m fine.”

She felt him pause, but only for a few seconds. Finally, he breached her again, deeper this time but still just as slowly.

Staring up at him through the lace, she could barely make out his features. But it was enough to push her back from that edge.

“Move, damn it. I need you to.”

“I’ll move, sweetheart.” And he did, so slowly, she thought she felt every square inch of his flesh against her own. “But I’m taking my own sweet time. No way will I rush this when I have you right where I want you.”

His voice stroked over her, in concert with his hands that caressed her hips. Relentlessly, he pushed inside, filling her until she felt she couldn’t stretch any more.

The slight burn only enhanced her pleasure.

He thrust a few times, each more deliberate than the last.

She didn’t realize she was bucking against the restraints until Tyler leaned forward, planting his hands on each side of her torso, pushing himself even farther inside.

“Stay still or I don’t move.”

His voice held a note of steely command that made her breath catch and her pussy clench around him. And her body go still.

“Good. Now I’ll fuck you.”

His hips began to move at that same steady pace but his mouth covered hers for a heated kiss that stole what little breath she had left. Forceful yet gentle enough that she actually wanted him to kiss her harder. She hadn’t realized she’d closed her eyes until she opened them again and found him much closer.

He looked nothing like the steady businessman now.

He looked hard, determined. And totally in control.

Of her and everything else.

His cock rubbed high inside her, at that mystical spot that had to begin with a G. And every time he pushed forward, he scraped against her clit, wracking her body with shivers.

She was going to come again. The only question was how hard.

And would she survive it.

“That’s right. Let go, Kate.”

He didn’t increase his pace and she couldn’t tell if she needed him to or if she was the one holding back. Couldn’t decide if her pleasure was in her hands or his.

Most definitely his.

Yes. She had to let go, had to—

Shutting off the voice in her head, she blanked her mind and sank into the sensation of his cock inside her.

And let the fire burn her from the inside out.

“So, I guess you have to get back to the hotel today.”

Tyler had just finished his coffee and was putting the mug in the dishwasher when Kate finally spoke.

He’d woken this morning to find Kate already out of bed, showered and making coffee. He couldn’t believe he’d slept through all of that. Then again, he’d been wiped out last night.

Kate, however, still seemed to be running on adrenaline. Or maybe this was her normal speed—full-steam ahead.

He wanted to stick around long enough to find out.

But, “Yeah, I do. We’ve got a client staying with us that I need to talk to.”

Curled onto the overstuffed chair in her living room, she looked so damn sexy in a hot pink silk robe as she stared at him over the rim of her coffee cup. Those huge dark eyes watched his every move, but he couldn’t decide if she had regrets about last night.

No way did he want her to have regrets. In fact, he wanted her to want more but he knew he shouldn’t push her.

“A business client?”

“A possible investor in the spa. And a friend.”

Interest sparked as her gaze sharpened. “So the spa . . . Tell me a little more about your plans.”

His first inclination was to give her the glossy overview and leave it at that. He wasn’t used to discussing business with anyone but Jed and Greg, who’d become a trusted advisor. Greg had a cutthroat way of looking at business that Tyler appreciated. While he trusted Jed as he trusted no one else in his life, he and Greg shared a business sensibility Jed just didn’t have.

Then he remembered that Kate was not only a bed partner but a potential vendor. And a smart woman.

She’d realize he was blowing her off.

“Jed came up with the idea. Actually, I think he came up with it because he wanted to go to a place like the one he had in his head but couldn’t find.”

Her expression showed her disbelief. “Seriously? There are spas all over the world and he couldn’t find one he liked?”

Settling back into the couch, he realized he liked having her across from him so he could watch her. She was a stunner, with her hair still rumpled and no makeup and that robe hanging open just enough that he could see the soft curves of her breasts in the neckline. “Jed may seem to be the easygoing playboy but he’s really damn hard to please. He knows what he wants and he knows how he wants things to be. He’s got a deeply ingrained sensuality, and I don’t mean that in a strictly sexual way.”