Golden Binds Page 13

  “Yes. For the moment.”

  Oh, Gigi. What are you getting yourself into?

  Hush. I’m having fun.

  And possibly losing her mind.

  “Bare your breast for me, then.”

  In for a penny, in for a pound. She went to grab the bottom of her top when he reached out and grabbed her hand. He shook his head. “No, just one breast at a time. Leave the T-shirt on. Reach in and scoop out your breast.”

  Okay, she didn’t know why that seemed kinkier. It just did. Her body hummed as she reached under her tight shirt and pulled her right breast free. The cooler air hit her nipple and she whimpered.

  “Beautiful,” he told her. His melted chocolate eyes stared at the taut nub. “Now cup it and offer it to me. Ask me very nicely to suckle it.”

  Fuck. Could she do that? Her breath caught as she cupped the small mound. Too small to her way of thinking, although, Sawyer didn’t seem to care. Neither had Garret, she remembered then pushed that thought away. If she examined what she was doing too closely, she knew she’d start to feel guilty and would push him away.

  And she’d lay awake aching and forever wondering what it would have been like to be with this strange, handsome man.

  “Please suck on me,” she managed to get out.

  “Sir.”

  “Sir?”

  “I like to hear it from your delicious lips.” He ran a thumb over her bottom lip. “Open.”

  She opened her mouth and he slipped his finger inside. “Suck.”

  He groaned as she started to suck. “Damn, I can imagine your mouth around my dick, swallowing me down.”

  “Would you like me to do that, Sir?” Because she really, really wanted to. Not that she had any idea what to do but she’d figure it out.

  “Maybe later. For now, I want you to give me that nipple. I want to taste you.”

  She rose up, so she was no longer sitting on his lap and held her nipple to his mouth. She knew she was bright red. Could feel the heat in her cheeks. He leaned in and nipped the tight bud. She cried out, pain and pleasure a delightful duo inside her. Then he took her nipple into his mouth. Each suck of his mouth sent waves of pleasure down to her clit.

  “Take out your other breast,” he ordered.

  His hand rested on the arms of the chair, not touching her for the moment. She pulled her other breast free and he latched on. She reached out and grabbed hold of his shoulders to steady herself.

  “Sawyer. Sawyer. Please.”

  “You taste so fucking good,” he muttered. “Fuck, I’m so turned on already.”

  Yeah, she knew just how he felt.

  “Are you wet for me, Gigi? Is your clit swollen? Throbbing?”

  She couldn’t answer that, could she? She nodded her head, as she wrapped her hand in his hair and guided his mouth back to where she wanted it most.

  Smack! His hand landed on her ass, and she gasped. “Fuck! What was that for?”

  His eyes glittered. Hard and relentless as he stared up at her. “When I ask a question, I expect an answer.”

  “And you’ll spank me if I don’t answer?”

  “Oh, I will take great pleasure in spanking that sweet little ass if you get out of line. I already owe you two spankings.”

  Her gaze narrowed. “And how do you figure that?”

  “One for breaking into our home.” He ran his hand over her ass cheek then squeezed it. “And one for taking off the way you did.”

  “You already spanked me for breaking in.”

  “That? Those were just a few taps to get your attention.”

  A few taps to get her attention? If that wasn’t an actual spanking, she wasn’t sure she wanted one.

  “You can’t spank me for escaping. You were holding me prisoner.”

  “Ah, but you were safe where you were.” He frowned. “Anything could have happened to you in the tunnels. You won’t be going in them again.”

  Oh, she wouldn’t? She’d see about that. She decided it was time to take back a little control. She had the feeling if she gave in to Sawyer, he’d take it as acquiescence that he could take over her life.

  Not happening.

  She slid her hands into his hair, pulled back his head and kissed him. He stiffened and for a moment she thought he might push her away, might reject her. But after a few seconds, he relaxed, his hands cupped her breasts, he ran his thumbs over her nipples. It was different, kissing a man with a beard. His whiskers tickled her, adding another layer of sensation, and she couldn’t help but wonder what that would feel like in other places. She pulled back then, before he could say anything, she turned her mouth to his neck. She remembered all the places she’d enjoyed having Garret kiss her. That spot behind her ear, where the neck and shoulder met.

  “Gigi.” Her name was a soft sigh.

  She reached for the bottom of his shirt and tugged. He reached out and grabbed hold of her hands.

  “We shouldn’t.”

  Disappointment filled her.

  “Please? I just want to do a little exploring.” Some tasting of her own.

  He still hesitated. “I promise I’ll be very careful.” She grinned.

  “Brat. Fine.” He helped her pull off his long-sleeved shirt. Her breath caught at the sight of him. She’d known he was strong. But she hadn’t realized his body would be absolute perfection. Strong biceps, mouth-watering abs, a V at his hips that made her want to explore lower.

  “Like what you see?” he asked. There was a touch of uncertainty. How could he be unsure of her reaction? He was a God, and she was a nobody.

  “Like is not the word I would use,” she told him. “You’re gorgeous. Beautiful. Stunning.”

  He gave an arrogant nod, and she was delighted that she’d done that. Pushed away any worry he had over his appearance. She licked her way down his chest, circling her tongue around his nipples before sucking one into her mouth.

  “Gigi. Jesus.” He tangled his hands in her hair but didn’t pull her away. Boldly, she slid to the floor, kneeling between his legs. She traced a path over his abs. She could spend hours exploring him.

  She reached for the zipper of his jeans. Once more his hands came down on hers. She looked up.

  “You don’t want me to?”

  He let out a bark of laughter. “Baby, you have no idea how much I want it. But you don’t have to. I know how innocent you are.”

  “Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I haven’t given a blow job. I might have given plenty of them.”

  He stiffened. His eyes were cold, fathomless pits that warned her to tread lightly.

  “And have you?”

  “I said I might have.”

  He just continued to stare. She puffed out a breath. “No, I’ve never given anyone a blow job. Sheesh. Must you know everything about me?”

  “You won’t tease me about such things again.” His voice held no bend, and she nodded her head.

  “No, I won’t.” She glanced at where her hands still rested on his zipper. “But I want to do this. Please, Sawyer.”

  He studied her then gave one nod. “You may.”

  She nearly rolled her eyes but refrained. She carefully slid the zipper down. He obligingly helped by raising his hips so she could pull his jeans and boxers down his legs. They pooled at his feet, but she didn’t notice anything except for the thick cock standing at attention. The head was smooth, thicker than the stem. A vein ran down the long shaft. His balls were tight and hairless. She wasn’t sure where to start. Had this been a good idea? What the hell did she do?

  “Run your fingers over it,” he told her in a gruff voice. “Get the feel of it.”

  She looked up then down then, gathering her courage, reached out to touch him. He was smoother than she’d thought. The skin silky soft over the hard shaft.

  “Cup my balls. Gentle now. That’s it. Good girl.”

  His praise steadied her.

  “Now wrap your hand around the base of my cock.”

  Her hand
barely managed to make it around the base. It made her pulse stutter. How would he fit inside her?

  “I’ll fit, little one,” he told her, as though reading her thoughts. “You can bet on that. Now lean in and take the head into your mouth. Run your tongue over it. Explore.”

  She looked up at him as he groaned. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it. Explore with your tongue. Run it all over my shaft.”

  He was staring down at her, his eyes filled with heat, his cheeks slightly flushed. “You have no idea the effect you have on me, do you?”

  She let him pop out of her mouth. “If it’s anything like the effect you have on me then words can’t describe it.”

  That surprisingly sensuous mouth that could go stark with cruelty or soft with pleasure smiled down at her. “Exactly.”

  His gaze narrowed then. “Did I say you could stop?”

  “Sorry, Sir.” She licked her way over the shaft, following the vein down, then making her way back up the head.

  “Take as much of me as you can into your mouth. That’s it. No, you can take a bit more.” She went as far as she could without gagging then pulled up, her breath stuttering.

  “Good girl. We’ll work on that. Take me in then as you pull back, suck on me.”

  She moved her mouth over his cock, going as far as she dared, then sucked on him.

  “Fuck, yeah. That feels so good. Run your hand up and down the base. That’s it. You can squeeze harder, I won’t break.”

  She watched in fascination as some cum leaked from the slit at the head of his shaft.

  “Lick that up,” he ordered.

  She reached out with her tongue. Slowly. And lapped it up. She hummed at the slightly salty taste.

  “If you want to go any further then you’re going to swallow me, Gigi. No spitting me out.”

  She shook her head. No, she wouldn’t.

  “Then take me into your mouth. Move slowly to begin with, then faster. That’s it. In and out. Such a good girl to take me into your mouth. Fuck, you can’t begin to understand how hot your mouth feels around me.”

  She was shocked by how much she loved this. She wanted him to come inside her. Wanted to give him that pleasure.

  “I’m going to come soon, Gigi. Be ready. You lose any of my come and you’ll have to be punished.”

  A shiver ran through her at those words. Damn, she might almost do it just to experience that punishment.

  “That’s not the way you want to experience a spanking. If you want an erotic one, I’ll gladly oblige.”

  What was wrong with her? She didn’t want one, did she?

  Her insides tingled at the thought, but she concentrated on him, on bringing him pleasure. She heard him groan. His thighs trembled, and, on instinct, she took him deep, swallowing.

  He let out a deep moan and then he came. She swallowed him down, clasping her lips around the shaft so as not to lose any. She kept hold of him until he wrapped a hand in her hair and drew her back. Then he pulled her up, and leaning down, kissed her.

  Hard. Hot. A ravishment.

  “Now it’s your turn.”

  He watched as her eyes widened. Took a moment to feel pleasure at the surprise on her face then he struck. He stood and picked her up, placing her on her feet. He reached for those boxers she still wore, tearing them down her legs.

  She gasped, reaching for her underwear, but he caught her hands in his. “Leave them there.”

  There was embarrassment in her eyes, but it was outweighed by lust. “Sit on the chair. Arrange your legs over the arms.”

  She looked puzzled, glanced down at the chair. He turned her towards it, slapped his hand down on her ass then rubbed the sting in. She gasped, looking over her shoulder at him.

  “On second thought, lean over and put your hands down on the seat of the chair.”

  Her eyes widened. She swallowed. “Sawyer—”

  “You don’t want to experience a fun spanking? One given for pleasure? Are you scared?”

  Would she be honest and admit it or shake it off with pride? Her gaze narrowed, those clever blue eyes narrowed. “I’d have to be a fool not to be a little fearful, wouldn’t I?”

  “And even more so to lie to me about it.” He leaned over, nipped her shoulder. “Bend over, Gigi. Trust me.”

  She shook her head, but she bent, placed her hands on the chair, digging her nails in, he saw. He knew she had reservations. About all of this. He didn’t blame her. They were three big, alpha males, each with their own quirks and a long-held secret. It wouldn’t be easy belonging to them.

  He would need to make it well worth her while. He ran his hand over her pale globes. They wouldn’t be that way for long.

  “You have a sexy ass.”

  She snorted.

  He smacked his hand down against her cheek. The slap seemed to reverberate throughout the room. He rubbed in the red mark.

  “Do not disparage yourself to me,” he warned. “Or this becomes a punishment. Is this room soundproofed?”

  “No,” she told him. Her voice was breathless. She liked having her ass massaged. “But the walls are thick and there’s no one in the room next to me.”

  Good. But not perfect. He didn’t want to gag her, though. Not so early on.

  “You’re going to have to stay quiet,” he told her, then smacked his hand down again. Her skin pinkened. It was delicate. Fragile. Like the woman herself. He knew she’d protest those two words being used to describe her. She had a big personality, but she was still small in stature. It wouldn’t take much to harm her.

  He would take every care with her.

  He ran his hand down the slit of her ass. Heard her gasp.

  Smack! Smack!

  She jolted but didn’t make a sound. Satisfaction filled him. She was a worthy partner and mate. He hadn’t been entirely certain, considering she was human. There were definite downsides. She would require more care. She-bears were almost as tough as their mates. She didn’t know their ways or traditions. A she-bear would have known her mates as they knew her. Gigi would need convincing.

  He grinned. Which was why he was here. He smacked his hand down again. Rubbed. Smacked.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She whimpered.

  He placed the next slaps on her lower buttocks, where they met the tops of her thighs. She jumped and squealed.

  “Do as you’re told.”

  She reluctantly spread her legs, he reached between them, cupped her heat. Moisture coated his palm. His cock, which should have been sated for some time, twitched and thickened. He wanted her. Badly. He gritted his teeth, knowing he couldn’t slide his shaft into that warm, slick pussy.

  Fuck.

  He ran his finger around her clit. Her breath came out on a gasp.

  “S-Sawyer!” she cried out.

  “Sh,” he told her, removing his hand.

  “Please. Please.”

  “Soon, baby. I want you to turn and sit on the armchair. Rest your legs over the arms.”

  She sat and looked up at him.

  “Now,” he told her sternly.

  She placed her legs on the arms, spreading herself wide for him. His gaze focussed in on her puffy, slick lips, which were completely bare.

  Perfect.

  “Slide your ass to the edge. That’s it. Damn, that’s a pretty sight.”

  “It is?”

  Her face was flushed. Her hair was flowing down her shoulders in various shades of honey and sunshine.

  “I haven’t seen anything more beautiful in my life. Have you got any scarfs?” He hadn’t thought to bring any supplies with him and now he cursed that miscalculation.

  “Scarfs?”

  “Yes.” Impatience bit at him, but he pushed it aside. He would teach her, with some loving discipline, not to question him in the bedroom. Outside the bedroom, he had no doubt she would push him. He’d have it no other way. But he needed control here.

  “Sure. I’ll, uh, get—”

  “Stay where you are,” he g
rowled at her. “I did not give you permission to move. Where are they?”

  “Top right draw. I only have two.”

  “That’s all I need.” He found the draw and pulled out the two cotton scarfs. They should be silk. Only the finest for his girl.

  Turning back, he grabbed one arm of the chair and pulled it away from the bed to give himself more room. Then he grabbed one wrist, wrapped the scarf loosely around it before tying it to her leg.

  “Sawyer?”

  “You’re not completely secured,” he told her. “But it gives the illusion that you are. And you’re going to keep your legs just where they are, aren’t you?” He tied her other wrist to her leg then stood and stared at her. She looked vulnerable, open, at his mercy.

  Perfect.

  “You will tell me if you start to lose any sense of feeling, if you feel any tingling or if you get scared.” He knelt in front of the chair. Her sweet scent hit him. Damn. His cock was now thick and heavy with need.

  He ran a finger down the inside of one thigh, skimmed over her pussy then back up the other silken thigh.

  “Yes, that is so pretty.” He moved his finger up and down until her hips were thrusting up, her voice was strained.

  “Please, Sawyer. Please.”

  “I love hearing you beg. Hearing my name from your lips.” He laid kisses along the path his fingers had followed. Except he lingered this time on her pussy, pushing his tongue past his lips so he could run it along her slit.

  “Sawyer!” she cried out.

  “Sh,” he warned her. “If you’re going to make noise, I’ll have to stop.”

  “No, no, no.”

  Her legs were trembling, her whole body was tense. He spread her lips wide, taking a long look at her before leaning in to lick her swollen clit. He circled it, played with it, flicked it. Her breathing came in harsher pants. He moved lower, ran his tongue over her entrance, pressing it just slightly inside her.

  He moved one finger through her damp folds, gathering up moisture, then, with his tongue pressed against her clit, he moved his finger lower. With his other hand, he parted her ass cheeks, pressing his finger against her puckered hole.

  “Sawyer, no!”

  “Sh,” he told her gently. “If you’re going to belong to all of us completely, then you’ll need to get used to this. We’ll have to prepare you. Plug you. Play with you.”