Justice stared into Dash’s burning gaze. Guilt crept like the rays of dawn through cracks in a shade. She should be searching for a reception site and securing her brother’s tuition. But, logistically, she couldn’t.
Since she was stuck in the hotel, why not enjoy herself, and Dash Wilde? Her gaze skimmed the muscles outlining his bare chest. “What did you have in mind?”
A slow smile curved his lips. The fireplace’s orange-red glow snaked over the hard planes of his cheeks and torso.
“Wouldn’t you rather I showed you?” He never took his eyes off her.
Excitement snaked along her nerve endings. She hid the effect of his statement behind a skeptical arched eyebrow. “I’d say it depends on what’s on display.”
“You.”
Before she could reply, he swept her up in his arms and headed for the bedroom. Solid male flesh surrounded her. Even if she refused, she couldn’t escape Dash. Her vulnerability heightened her anticipation.
The knot of desire in her belly pulled tighter. With a snap of Dash’s fingers, the double doors to the master bedroom suite swung open.
A high post bed dominated the center of the room. The dark wood furniture and the deep green and navy décor marked it as a masculine domain. Sheer cream curtains covered French doors on the far left side of the room.
Dash didn’t say a word as he moved with intense purpose. She glanced upward at the midnight blue painted plaster. “What, no mirrors on the ceiling?” she joked.
A snap broke the silence and a glass sheet appeared above them. She chuckled until she looked closer. The reflection showed Dash’s strong, sleek back, muscles she’d yet to explore.
“Like to watch?” he whispered as he stopped beside the bed.
The shock of the gravelly smooth voice in her ear made her jump. She quickly recovered. “If there’s something worth watching.”
“Oh, there will be.” He continued holding her.
“I could’ve walked.”
“You’re very capable of helping others.” He buried his nose in her curls.
“Thank you—”
“When did you last help yourself?” He raised his head pinning her with his unexpected question.
For the life of her, she couldn’t think of a single recent occasion.
“Uh-huh.” He smiled as he set her down beside the bed. “Do you have the guts to let someone see to your needs?”
He pulled her top over her head and unzipped her skirt before she could answer. “Aren’t I doing that now?” She stood clad in only her white silk thong.
Dash’s nostrils flared. “No.” He trailed one finger down the valley between her breasts. “Have you ever given up control? Put your pleasure and yourself completely at someone else’s mercy?”
She shivered, not from cold, but from the heat of his touch. No, she hadn’t. The idea of submission had never had much appeal, but Dash’s hypnotic voice had her reassessing her opinion.
“And what about you?” She licked her lower lip. “Where is your pleasure?” His blue eyes flashed wide. She unfastened his pants.
“This isn’t about me.” He pulled her hands away. “It is about you.”
His dodging told her more than any answer. No one had. Sadness filled her chest. Although Dash was a devil, he’d shown her kindness.
He lifted her onto the bed, and gently pushed her back. With a snap of his fingers, black silk scarves appeared and bound her wrists to the headboard.
She tugged against the restraints.
“Relax,” he whispered in her ear in the ragged bedroom voice she loved. “Submit.” He pinched her lobe between his teeth.
She cried out and arched off the bed at the sensation of his warm mouth engulfing her ear. He claimed he didn’t possess any influence over free will, but Justice swore he had magic in his voice. Why else would she agree to his demands?
“I can do anything I want to you.” He cupped a breast. “With you.” He released her flesh to stroke her wet pussy. “And you can’t stop me.” His lips hovered over hers.
Her pulse raced. He was right. Warm breath fanned her mouth and chin. Feeling vulnerable and exposed, she let her excitement eclipse her fear.
A snap, and the tray of strawberries and chocolate appeared on the nightstand. Her gaze swept from the food to Dash. Tremors rippled through her nerve endings as she lay in wait.
“How does it feel?” He brushed his thumb along her breast.
“Maddening,” she said through her pinched lips.
He chuckled and stripped off the scrap of silk masquerading as her panties.
He plucked a strawberry and slid the berry along her lips. The cool skin was heaven to her parched mouth. She bit down, spilling the sweet juices on her chin and down her neck.
Dash’s mouth crashed down on hers. Tart fruit, whiskey, and the taste of him mixed together. He sucked on her lower lip. She moaned as he bit at her swollen flesh.
The tip of his tongue swept up the thin line of pink juice on her chin. “So perfect.” His hot, moist caress slipped down her neck. “So sweet.” He lapped at the liquid in the hollow of her throat.
Her grip tightened on her black silk bindings. “Oh.” She wanted her fingers in his hair urging him closer, but the scarves stopped her. Arching her head back to give him greater access to her neck was her sole means of encouragement.
Desire sank from her belly to her womb.
“Look up,” he ordered, as he shed his pants and stretched out beside her.
As she raised her gaze, she saw his skin, hot and solid, against her. A long, hard cock pressed against her outer thigh. With a groan she turned in the direction, but a hand against her cheek stopped her.
Her earlier assessment of his sleek, solid muscles didn’t do the physique in the reflection credit. Cords of sinew outlined his thighs and calves. She tried to reach but couldn’t.
“Damn.” She glared at the ties.
“Like what you see?” He trailed the half-bitten strawberry down the side of her neck closest to him.
“I’d like to touch more,” she grumbled.
“In time.” He blew over the wet trail of fruit juice.
She shivered. “What about you?” She dared shift her gaze from the ceiling to the man beside her.
“You’re the most incredible sight I’ve ever seen,” he breathed.
It was likely a line, but Justice couldn’t help the thrill that shot through her. He sucked at her neck with his warm mouth and she forgot everything else. The simple contrast between hot and cold made her squirm.
“I see soft, pale skin.” He dragged the fruit over her collarbone and suckled.
Her muscles tightened, and she arched her shoulders off the mattress. More. She needed the weight of his body atop hers.
“Tastes like strawberries.” He nipped at her flesh. “Sweet and ripe.”
A small mew escaped her lips. Oh, God! His voice and words had moisture coating her pussy. Her empty channel clenched.
“Such pretty, full breasts.” He took a bite of fruit so the juices escaping his lips rained down over the tight nipple of her right breast.
“Ah.” She came off the bed so hard and fast she feared her spine might break. “Dash?” She rolled her head toward him.
A wicked grin stretched across his face. “This is what I want.” With his thumb he spread the liquid around and over the peak. “You helpless in the face of your own passion.”
She couldn’t find any words or make her mouth move. He’d exposed her and now she was at his mercy.
“I want you helpless before me.”
The statement should have sparked her anger, but didn’t. A part of her craved the freedom of allowing someone else to be in control and care for her. But, she’d never admit it to Dash.
“And you want it, too,” he growled in her ear. “Don’t you?”
Damn. Did the man read minds? She pressed her lips together.
“You want to be taken.” He dragged his lips along her temple. “You want my mouth on your nipples.” He snagged another berry and dripped more chilled juice over the stiff point.
She cried out.
“The tighter your nipples get, the more they say you want this. “But you have to depend on me to get it.”
Every word was true.
“Say it.” He flicked the tip of his tongue over the tormented point.
“Yes,” Justice screamed. “Yes!” She expected him to laugh or somehow revel in the power, but all he did was lift her breast to his lips.
The moment his mouth made contact she gasped. Above, she stared at the line of muscles along his back as they flexed.
The same image showed his eyes closed in pleasure as his mouth moved over her breast. A surge of desire rocked her. At the same time that his tongue circled her nipple, she witnessed the bold act. The combination of sight and touch fanned an unexpected and erotic mix.
She arched toward his mouth.
His lids lifted revealing eyes bluer than the brightest Texas summer sky. Her breath caught. “More, please.”
With a smile he took her throbbing nipple in his mouth. Justice gave herself over to him as he suckled the fallen fruit juice. Each pull on the bud sent shocks straight to her pussy. At this rate, she’d come long before his cock ever filled her…
With his other hand he pinched the opposite nipple and tugged, simulating the movements of his mouth on the other. She couldn’t take much more.
“Mmm.” He raised his head and licked his lips. “But it’s missing something.”
The only things missing as far as she was concerned were her ability to touch him and his thick, hard cock moving deep inside her pussy.
“Dash.” As she struggled against her ties, he moved an over-flowing spoon of dark chocolate over her.
Was he—Her gaze shot to his. Wicked torment burned in the hot coals of his pupils. She watched in the mirror as a stream of warm chocolate drizzled over her breasts and down her belly.
“Much better,” he murmured, as he smeared the chocolate on her stomach.
“Don’t stop.” She didn’t even recognize the thin voice as her own.
“I want to taste all of you.”
Her pussy quivered at the possibility of such a talented mouth focused on it. “No one’s stopping you.”
He laughed. “But I prefer to go slow.” To emphasize his words he licked the stream of chocolate between her breasts with one long stroke.
Writhing beneath him, she couldn’t argue.
“I like to savor my meal.”
When was the last time anyone had savored her? Or had they ever? Once more, she stared upward as Dash dragged his tongue over her breasts. With each stroke, the dark, sticky sweetness he’d spilled on her disappeared.
When he’d all but lapped her top half clean, he slid down to her belly. With the tip of his finger, he smeared more sauce over her abdomen.
Her hips thrust closer. The ache in her empty pussy cried out for him.
“Not yet.”
A frustrated scream built in her throat.
He trailed kisses to the edge of her curls, but, when relief appeared inevitable, he swept higher. She gripped the scarves. Her fingers had long ago gone numb, unlike the rest of her body.
His tongue circled the small pool of chocolate in her navel before drinking the liquid.
Desire pressed harder around her channel. Her toes curled into the bedding. Crawling up her body, Dash kissed her: hard, and demanding. She tasted candy, fruit, and hunger. As he pulled away, she stretched to hold on to the connection.
When she glanced at him, she saw he held another strawberry. She held her breath. Silently she pleaded for him to focus on the part of her that was wet, and had been ignored too long.
The cool, prickly skin of the berry slid over the top of her thigh. Silently she begged for him to double back. He slowly caressed the inside. She spread her legs wider and waited for relief to reach her pussy.
“So wet,” he murmured. “Pink and sweet. Just like a berry.”
Her channel clenched…fingers, tongue, she didn’t care, so long as Dash filled the tortured space. “Maybe you should eat it and find out for sure.”
“Perhaps I will.”
She sighed.
“One day.”
“What?” She jerked up against her ties.
Dash laughed and gently pressed her into the feather pillows. “Anxious for my mouth on you?”
“Yes,” she groaned.
He dragged the chilled fruit over her outer lips.
She gasped at the coldness against her heat.
“This isn’t enough for you.” He used the tip of the berry to part her damp folds and sweep between them. “You want my tongue like this.”
Unable to speak, she nodded. The swell of pressure lifted her hips. Every spot he touched tingled.
“My tongue deep inside your pussy.” He pressed the narrow end of the strawberry against her opening. “Like this.”
“Yes,” she screamed. Sweat covered her skin and she felt as though her body was on fire. When she pried her eyes open, she noticed the tight set of Dash’s jaw and the beads of perspiration dotting his forehead.
At this rate he’d drive them both insane. How could he withstand this torture?
“This is what I want.” He barely dipped the fruit inside, coating the berry in her juices. “I love strawberries and cream.”
She froze as he brought the fruit to his mouth and bit into the red, tender flesh. His lids fluttered closed as he savored the flavor.
A dribble of liquid landed on her pussy and oh-so-slowly slid down. All her muscles clenched simultaneously. “Dash!”
His eyes, now a dark blue, opened. “Here.” He brought the treat to her mouth. “Taste what I do.”
The half of a strawberry glided along her lower lip. Without thought, her tongue flicked out.
“Damn.” He grunted and air rushed from his lungs. “Taste how sweet you are.” He teased her mouth once more. “Know when my head is between your legs and my mouth is on your pussy what I’m drinking.”
Uncontrollable tremors shook her. His touch and the sensual description in his rough voice were too much. The tension reached her teeth and they chattered as she stretched for the treat he now held between his lips.
The familiar tart flavor of the fruit along with the musk from her slick walls hit her taste buds. Dash’s tongue plunged inside. Together they reveled as they shared the flavor of their desire.
She rubbed the tips of her breasts against his chest as their tongues twined and filled each other’s mouths. How she wanted to touch him! She yanked her arms as hard as possible, but the silk didn’t budge.
“Now, you’re ready.” His breath was ragged.
“I passed ready a long time ago,” she whined before she could stop herself.
He smiled. “But it didn’t count until I said it.” He slid lower on the bed until he lay between her spread legs.
Justice stared down her naked body to where his face hovered above her pussy. After so many close calls, she held her breath, afraid a single movement would cause him to stop once again.
The flicker of the shadows and the soft breeze through the French doors faded. Nothing existed except Dash.
In slow motion, his head lowered to her pussy. At the first touch of his tongue on her deprived folds, she screamed.
“You taste better than I imagined.” He breathed in her scent.
She hooked one leg over his broad shoulder and pressed the heel of her other foot to his back encouraging him to return.
“So plump and ready.” He flicked his tongue clockwise around her clit and then reversed directions.
The long awaited contact was heaven and hell: heaven because the attention was exactly what she wanted, hell because the pressure and friction wasn’t strong enough. “More.”
Dash complied and soon the flat of his tongue parted her nether lips.
New moisture trickled along her inner walls and out onto his greedy, waiting taste buds. She wound her other leg around his side and, in the process, spread herself farther for him.
“That’s it, let me have your pussy.”
“Yes.” She ground against the thumb massaging the hood over her clit. At this point, she’d give him any damn thing he wanted so long as he released the climax screaming for freedom.
He dipped his tongue inside her vacant walls.
She cried out at the flutter and her muscles squeezed. Frustration welled up as he drew back, but satisfaction and two thick fingers quickly replaced the feeling.
He twisted and worked them in and out of her as he circled the base of her tiny clit with his tongue.
The welcome ball of pressure coiled tight and readied for the explosion. A strong tingle rumbled low in her core. The moment he sucked her bud hard inside his mouth, she exploded.
“Dash!” His name tore from her lips. Her body jerked upward as tremors flew through her limbs all at once. His mouth and fingers didn’t stop. They continued working her channel until every drop of her orgasm poured free.
On the final shudder, her muscles gave out and she collapsed on the comforter. Behind the buzz in her ears beat her rapid heart.
Beside her, Dash crawled back up her body. With him lying beside her, his hard cock pressed against her outer thigh.
She felt she should say something, thank him, but words floated away like smoke. Turning and kissing him hard was the best she could do.
“You’re amazing.”
A waver broke his voice and took her by surprise. Easily it was the best orgasm she’d ever had, but she hadn’t thought Dash would feel similarly. The possibility gave her a strong sense of sexual power.
“Do you know what’s next?” He covered her with his hard body.
“Untying me?” she tried. He chuckled and kissed her. The taste of her orgasm still clung to his mouth.
“Now, I want to know how you feel coming around my cock while I’m buried deep inside you.”
The thick tip nudged her entrance. Sensitive, she jerked against him and whimpered. The man might kill her with pleasure, but what a way to go.
He balanced his weight on his forearms. In the mirror, she watched the tendons along his shoulders and back rise. She cursed the silk that prevented her from running her hands down the muscles.
“I want you inside me.” She shifted her gaze back to his. Dark and light blue swirled like clouds in his eyes. “I want your cock now.”
With a groan, he thrust inside her pussy.
The sudden fullness drove the air from her lungs. “Oh—” A full year had passed since she’d had any man’s cock inside her. Tissue burned and stretched around his hard, thick cock.
“Damn, you’re tight.” A drop of sweat fell from his forehead and onto her neck.
Fullness overtook her. Once more, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Want more?” Wickedness gleamed in his eyes.
“Yes.” She shifted her pelvis and drew him in deeper. Her muscles gripped his thick shaft, determined to hold on to him.
“Like this?” he growled. He slid back in her channel and slowly pushed forward.
“More.” Hard and smooth, he moved through her wetness with ease. This time, he pulled back until only his thick tip remained inside her opening. Before she could tell him to stop, he slammed forward. “Oh, yes.”
The friction from the head of his long cock bumping against her womb was exactly what she wanted. She ground her hips against him. The coarse hairs of his groin rubbed against her delicate clit.
“Harder.” The fabric around her wrists twisted and tightened. She didn’t care. The only feelings that mattered were those Dash created in her pussy.
He obliged and thrust into her with short, firm strokes.
The taut muscles in his ass and thighs gleamed with sweat as they contracted.
“Fuck me harder,” she wailed. Tension wound tighter around her channel and she squeezed him.
“Hell.” He shoved his hands under her hips and tilted them upwards. “You want me to fuck your pussy hard.”
“Yes.” Her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow.
Dash rose like a dark, powerful being and towered over her. Moisture ran down the ridges of his taut belly. Teeth gritted, he focused on her as he pistoned his cock.
Harder and harder, each stroke sank him farther and farther inside her. Then, with one hard slam, everything exploded. “Dash,” she screamed and everything went black.
The high-pitched sound of Justice’s pleasure ripped away the last of Dash’s control. He buried his cock as deep as possible and launched his seed into her quivering womb before collapsing on top of her.
A few moments later, when movement returned to his body, he pulled himself up enough to check on the woman beneath him, eyes closed and kiss-swollen lips half parted, she slept. His chest tightened at the beauty and trust in her content features.
He carefully slipped from her warm, tight pussy. What the hell did he do now? He glanced around the dim, quiet room. All the times he’d fucked women before he’d gone to their rooms and left afterward.
Well, he sure as hell wasn’t leaving. He could move her to another room, but her safety remained an issue…
He snapped his fingers and released her hands.
She rolled to her side and snuggled against him. His heart stopped. He watched in fascination as her small hand slid across his chest.
The hardness around his heart cracked. Even after she’d received her pleasure she still wanted to be near him. He didn’t want her to leave.
But she would, in another twenty-four hours.
His lungs seized with a fear he hadn’t felt since…since he became a devil. He swallowed against the strangle hold. The chaotic evening and shock of an uninvited guest was at fault. Nothing more.