Raji lay on the bed in a Denver hotel room, spread-eagle and naked.
Scarves roped her wrists and ankles to the four corners of the bed, looping over the mattress and secured to the bed’s frame underneath.
Outside the wide window in the distance, jagged mountains cut into the cloud-streaked sky. The huge bouquet of pink roses that had been delivered right after she arrived, luckily before she had set all this up, perfumed the air.
The door rattled as someone swiped a keycard through the reader. The knob turned.
Raji prayed that the next thing she heard was not Housekeeping!
Peyton sauntered into the room, dragging a small rolling bag behind him, the kind that fit into the overhead compartment of airplanes. The door slammed hard, rattling the thin plaster walls. He called, “Raji-lee?”
Okay, the nickname was kind of cute. It had grown on her over the weeks.
“Eh-hem,” Raji pretended to clear her throat.
Peyton’s head whipped around, his sunshine-blond hair swishing around his ears. He was growing it out a little, and it had finally reached his ears and collar.
His turquoise eyes found her.
The suitcase thudded to the floor.
He pulled his yellow Zildjian tee shirt off over his head and stumbled out of his shoes as he scrambled across the bed toward her. His gaze was laser-intent, not leaving her eyes for even a blink.
Raji laughed at his earnestness. “Oh, come on. It’s only been two weeks.”
His teeth closed on her neck, raking over her skin, and she gasped. The fresh scent of his cologne—herbs and citrus—filled her nose, and her muscles began to relax. He moved down to suck the peak of her breast, which hardened with the first swipe of his tongue.
Her hands flinched in the silk scarves, trying to touch his hair that brushed across her skin, but she was bound.
He sucked and tongued her until she was arching against him, panting and trying not to cry out already. Those hotel walls were pretty thin.
Peyton slid backward on the bed, nipping and mouthing his way down her stomach.
She said, “You don’t have to—”
“You’re tied up. I can do anything I want to you.”
“But you really don’t have to—”
“Do those ropes come with a gag?”
She laughed.
He splayed one of his huge hands on her stomach and pressed. “Now lie back. You tied yourself up like this—”
“And it wasn’t easy, let me tell you!”
“—and now I’m going to take advantage of it. No more talking.”
She laughed. “Or you’ll what?”
“Tie you up much more securely than those slip knots you’ve used.”
“Oh.” Knowing she could get out of all the knots with just a jerk of her hands was keeping her from panicking at the loss of control. “Okay.”
“Good girl.”
He dragged his tongue across the outside of her folds, just grazing her clit.
A zing whipped through her, and her whole body rose off the bed as she braced on her heels and elbows.
Peyton palmed her ass with both hands while she was arched up and grabbed her whole pussy with his mouth, sucking her folds and clit hard, aggressively eating her out.
In another few seconds, the orgasm slammed through her, a sharp, bright spike that blasted the world away.
Waves rolled up her spine, and Raji grabbed the scarves and hung onto them as intense bursts made her jerk in the bonds.
As the barrage subsided, Peyton’s weight settled on her, and his thick cock nudged between her legs and then pressed inside her swollen tissues.
His sudden invasion almost hurt, but she gasped, “Did you use a condom?”
“Of course,” he said, holding still even though he was buried in her body. “Always.” His voice was tight in his throat. When Raji opened her eyes, he was holding himself above her. “I wouldn’t do that to you.”
She nodded.
“Too much?” he asked.
“A lot,” she admitted.
He retreated a little. “I can stop.”
“No! Just give me a second.”
Peyton pushed inside her again, slowly, and held himself there. Beads of sweat dotted his hairline. “Okay?”
“Yeah,” she said. “Good.”
He kissed her slowly as he fucked her, and Raji moved under him while he slowly, gently, rocked her world again.
Afterward, after Peyton untied Raji and she lay in his arms, spooning as they dozed, she whispered, “Are you going to let me open that life-planning spreadsheet for you this weekend?”
Behind her, Peyton chuckled. “You really want to do that, don’t you?”
“It seems to me that you’ve gotten sidetracked,” she said. “You got the chance to make it up to Georgie, which is commendable, but now you’re derailed, to take this train metaphor way further than I intended.”
“I don’t know.”
“Oh, come on.” Raji slithered away from him and hung halfway off the bed, searching her carry-on bag for her laptop.
A sharp pain stung the bare cheek of her ass. “Ow!”
When she looked back, Peyton was grinning over her naked back at her, and a fresh bite mark reddened her butt cheek.
“Jesus, Peys. Let me just get my laptop powered up—”
Her leg moved to the side.
“What are you—”
Pressure between her legs, and then the firm, familiar rub of Peyton’s huge cock filling her. “Oh!”
“I like the look of you hanging off the bed, there. Be quiet, or I’ll fuck your ass instead.”
Raji braced her arms on the carpeting beside the bed while Peyton grabbed her hips and drove himself into her core. She said, “You say that like it’s a threat or something.”
“Sounds like you want it.”
Raji knew better than to say anything at this point. Peyton would do with her body what he wanted, and she loved that.
Cool slippery stuff wormed into her butt, and then Peyton pressed his fingers in while he fucked her pussy until she relaxed around them, and then the wide hardness of his cock spread her ass open.
Raji bit the edge of the mattress when he pushed into her, rubbing every secret, forbidden part of her body, until the ache became a rough, deep pleasure.
He went slowly, shoving himself in and dragging himself out, until Raji’s panting breath became ragged and keening for release. He buzzed the hard calluses on his fingers over her clit until she throbbed under him, helplessly crying out at how he controlled her response.
His control was why she kept coming whenever he called.
He jerked as he pounded her ass, his body straining into hers, and his strong fingertips dug into her hips.
She would have faint bruises tomorrow, something to remember him by.
Awesome.
Peyton collapsed on her, his weight smothering her as he gasped, and he bit her shoulder as he growled.
More marks she would have to cover up.
More secrets she should keep from everyone.
Raji hoped they could meet next month. She was already dying to find out what else he would do to her.
He rolled off of her and lay beside her, breathing hard. “God, you have a tight ass.”
She laughed and wiggled back on the bed to lie beside him, still on her stomach. She didn’t have the energy to roll over just yet.
He adjusted himself to lie on his side and stroked her spine. “I’m glad you decided to meet me this weekend.”
“I probably shouldn’t have,” she admitted. “I traded shifts with a couple of people to get the weekend off. It means I’m going to be working fifty-six hours next weekend without a break.”
“You didn’t have to,” he said, nuzzling her hair.
Raji struggled to turn in his arms so that they were face-to-face, their lips close together. “I wanted to.”
“I’m glad.” He stroked her nose with the tip of his, an affectionate, silly thing he did sometimes. “I miss you when we can’t meet.”
Raji almost jumped out of bed, but it was just a Peyton thing. All those artsy-fartsy emo types were the same.
And yet, Raji always told her patients the truth, and so she told Peyton the truth. “I missed you, too. That’s why I traded shifts. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to meet you for another month.”
“Does that residency give you vacation time?” he asked.
“Not really,” Raji said.
“Too bad. We’re going to Europe again in the fall for three months. I’d love to show you Paris.”
“What makes you think I haven’t seen Paris?” she asked, laughing.
“Have you?”
“Um, well, no. During the summers in high school, I did community projects and went to math camp. I didn’t have time to go gallivanting around France.” And her mother certainly hadn’t had the money. Even Raji’s math camp had been paid for by need-based and merit scholarships.
“Come with me,” he said.
She cracked up. “There is no way on the gods’ green Earth that I can take three months off from my residency.”
“At least a few days,” he said. “I’ll kiss you at the top of the Eiffel Tower. I’ll take you to my favorite restaurants.”
“Okay.” Raji was breathless at the thought. “Okay. I’ll figure it out. I’ll trade shifts and save up time. Just for a day or two.”
He kissed her and murmured, “I’m glad.”
While she showered, Peyton ordered them some room service, because of course, they did not go out to restaurants and were never seen in public together.
Raji wondered just how they were going to manage necking at the top of the Eiffel Tower without someone recognizing the rock star.