He had to stand there a moment, looking at her—taking in her sleek skin, the luscious curve of her breasts, the nipples going hard, darkening. The small indentations where he’d bitten her.
“Lord, but you must have the most delicious-looking tits I’ve ever seen. I have to get my mouth on ’em again. I have to fuck you there, between your tits, with all that beautiful flesh wrapped around my cock until I come on your face. Oh, yeah, don’t look so shocked. You knew I was the kind of guy who’d want to come on your lovely face.”
“Jesus, Duff.”
She started to sit up, but he pushed her down onto her back, catching her gaze. There was fire there. He didn’t mind. Not one bit.
“We’re going to have a struggle, are we? You going to fight it out with me? Come on, then, princess. Let’s see what you’ve got.”
She lunged at him and had her nails in his shoulders before he had a chance to do more than laugh. He was both amused and wanting to egg her on.
“You are a goddamn beast!”
“That I am,” he agreed. “Can you take the beast down, Layla? Give it a try.”
She backed off and met his gaze with hers, her eyes flashing dangerously. Then she lunged at him again, and he was shocked when her shoulder slammed into his midsection. He rolled onto his side, grabbing her around the waist and taking her with him onto the floor. He was on his back, holding her on top of him, and her sleek, naked little pussy was hot against his stomach, making his hard cock jump.
Nice.
“How much bigger am I than you, little Layla? Could be you’re getting yourself into trouble here.”
“Big enough to go down hard,” she said before lunging again and sinking her teeth into his left pectoral muscle.
“My, what sharp teeth you have,” he teased as he held her off, pain a small lance in his flesh.
“I’ll show you how sharp,” she muttered before slipping under his hands, somehow, and taking the steel bar piercing his left nipple between her teeth.
“Hey, now—careful.”
She gave it a good, hard tug and murmured around it, “You still want to wrestle me?”
“Sure I do. My left nipple, not so much.”
“Ha!”
He grabbed her at that moment, when she was crowing over her victory, and turned her roughly onto her back under him. Using the weight of his body, he held her down on the wood floor, and the morning sun coming through the jewel-colored curtains lit the blaze in her green eyes, tipped her dark hair in gold and red. Beautiful.
“I’m gonna fuck you now, princess. And I’ll call you ‘princess’ while I do it. And maybe I’ll take your ass, too, while I’m at it, right here on the floor in full daylight. Oh, yeah. And when I let you up we’re going to talk about playing with my violet wand at The Bastille.”
Her lips parted, but no sound came out. He could tell from the way her nipples had gone instantly hard when he’d told her what he was about to do, then harder still at the mention of electrical play, that she was into it all. Oh, yeah, she was the girl for him.
For now.
“Condoms, lovely?” he asked.
“In the sea chest right behind my head. But check the expiration date.”
He grinned. “Handy.” Straddling her chest, he knelt up and lifted the lid of the antique trunk. “Nice collection you have here,” he told her, sifting through the vibrators and floggers, paddles and cuffs.
Cuffs. Oh, yeah.
He pulled out the pair of soft leather cuffs and quickly buckled them around her wrists.
“Hey! Those are not condoms.”
“No, but they’ll certainly keep me safe, my little wildcat. Hands over your head, that’s a good girl.”
She grumbled even as she did as he asked, but he couldn’t make out what she was saying.
“What was that?” he asked. When she clenched her jaw tighter, he took her face in one hand and demanded, “Tell me.”
“I said you’re a fucking gorilla and I can hardly hope to do any damage to you.”
“Eh? I know that well enough. But I did enjoy seeing you try. Loved it.”
“Hmph!”
“Another mark on the ledger, which I also happen to love, lucky for you. Or unlucky.” He smiled as he continued to dig through her toy chest. “Ah, a Hitachi.”
“No, Duff.”
He put a hand to his ear and cocked his head. “What was that? Did you tell me no?”
She pouted, her lovely lips so full he had to lean down and kiss her—had to—a quick kiss followed by a quick bite.
“Oh!”
“Some nice leather straps in here, as well. An idea is formulating.”
He glanced down at her pouting mouth, her tight jaw. But her nipples were still hard as two dark stones. Leaning down, he gave each of them a quick, nibbling kiss and was gratified when she squirmed beneath him. He was maybe even harder than her nipples—hard enough that it was torture to wait—but he couldn’t resist what he was about to do.
Taking the beltlike straps he slipped one under and around her waist, then did the same with another across her pelvis, crossing the ends and lacing them under her buttocks, leaving the open ends lying on the floor at her sides. He shifted until he was kneeling between her thighs, then spread them a little wider with his hands and jammed his knees against her inner thighs to hold them wide. When he reached for the Hitachi and switched it on, her eyes went wide.
“Duff . . .”
He raised his brows, and that was enough to silence her. For the moment. He reached inside the trunk and came up with a long purple silk scarf.
“Goddamn it, Duff!”
“Silence is golden, lovely,” he said before forcing her lips apart and placing a bit of the silk between them, then tying the makeshift gag behind her head.
She was blinking very fast, as if she couldn’t believe he was doing it, which made him smile—and for her sake he let the smile widen into a wicked grin.
“You should enjoy this. I know I will.”