Six Weeks of Seduction by Ellis O. Day

CHAPTER 24:  SARAH

“What?” Sarah shifted, trying to get free, but Nick’s grip was tight.

“You heard me.” He carried her into his bedroom and went directly to the closet. “Since, I can’t trust you to obey.” He pulled out a long cord and walked to the bed. He tossed her in the center and knelt next to her, grabbing her wrists before she could move.

“What are you doing?” She was a little nervous but more excited.

“Tying you up.” He said it as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

“What?” She squirmed but he was stronger than her and she didn’t actually want to get free. A throbbing had started between her legs again. Only this man made her hot over and over within minutes. “I’ll obey. I swear.” She lied. That wouldn’t be any fun at all.

“Liar.” He leaned over her, stretching her arms above her head. He looked down at her, his eyes darkening with desire. “Together or separate? Hmm.” He held her hands together and stared at her breasts. He used his other hand to separate her arms, never taking his eyes from her chest. “Separate.”

“What? No.” She almost flipped over, trying to get free.

He quickly straddled her, his bare chest right over her face. She wanted to run her tongue across all that warm skin. She lifted her head but he sat up. She tugged but her hands were secured to the headboard.

He hopped off the bed and went back to the closet.

“What are you doing?” She leaned up the best she could to watch him.

“You should be more concerned with what I’m going to do.” He came back to the bed with more restraints.

He grabbed her ankle.

“Please, Nick. Stop.”

He glanced up at her. “Safe word still cat litter?” His lips twitched.

Oh, yes. This was going to be pleasurable torture. “Yes.”

He nodded almost imperceptibly and then pulled her leg to the side.

“You don’t have to do this. I can’t go anywhere.” She yanked on her wrist restraints and kicked at him with her other foot. She caught him in the side, causing him to loosen his hold on her ankle. She closed her legs. He grunted and grabbed both her feet, jerking them to the side.

“Behave. You’re already in for a long night.” He tied one ankle to the end of the bed.

“Nick. Don’t. We can talk about this.” She bucked but her restraints were secure. Desire pooled in her belly. She was going to be spread open for him, unable to move.

“Talk? That’s the last thing I plan on doing.” He pulled her other ankle toward the other side of the bed. “Definitely apart for these.” His eyes roamed up her leg to her pussy. “Although, maybe later I’ll strap them together while I fuck you.”

She couldn’t stop the shiver that coursed through her. She wanted him and anything he’d do to her, but she had to play. “Please. Not like this.”

“Do you remember what I said I’d do if you made me wait longer than five minutes?” He stalked toward the center of the bed.

“You’d toss me on a table and fuck me in front of everyone.”

“Not that. We both know that wouldn’t have happened.” His hand skimmed across her torso, getting close to her breasts on the upward trip and her pussy on the downward, but not touching either. “No matter how much I wanted to, someone would’ve stopped me.” His eyes darkened. “But not at the Club. Maybe, I’ll take you to the Club and strap you down like this.”

The breath hitched in her throat. Fear seeping into her desire for the first time. She didn’t want to be on display. “No. I…I wouldn’t like that.”

He leaned down until his lips were a breath away. “I don’t give a fuck what you like. You blew that.”

Panic set in. This wasn’t the Nick she knew. This man was furious. “Please. Tell me why you’re so mad.” Maybe, she should admit to not having a boyfriend, but her sense of fairness struggled to the surface. He had no right to be angry about that. “It can’t be my boyfriend. How many women have you been with since me?”

His eyes narrowed. “I said I was going to mark you.” His hand skimmed down her stomach.

She shivered as his finger trailed over her mons and downward. He pressed against the side of her pussy and lowered his dark head. She closed her eyes. God, she’d missed this. His lips came down on the juncture where her thigh met her pussy. Her breath stilled in her chest as he kissed her.

“Right here.” His hot breath blew over her. “I should have someone tattoo my name, right here.”

“What?” Her eyes flew open and she lifted her head the best she could.

His tongue darted out, licking between her thigh and her pussy. “In big letters, I should have them mark you as mine. Nick’s would be all it needed to say.” He glanced up at her. “Or we could add an arrow, to make sure there’s no confusion.”

“We’re not doing any of that.” Her voice was shriller than she would’ve liked but she wasn’t one hundred percent sure he was kidding.

He looked back between her legs. “That may be too close.” He kissed her thigh, this one was open mouthed and wet. Her legs trembled as he kissed a little lower. “By the time a guy, your boyfriend, saw that tattoo”—he dragged his tongue up and down between her thigh and her pussy—“he’d be too far gone to care.”

He kissed her leg again, adding a little suction, but her thigh didn’t need his lips, her pussy did.

“He’d care later, but not enough to stop.” He leaned up and stared at her, his eyes hard. “He’d finish fucking what’s mine.”

He flicked her clit with his finger, causing a jolt of pain and pleasure to zip through her. He waited for her eyes to lock with his. She wanted to beg him to kiss away the pain but this Nick didn’t care what she wanted. She dropped her gaze, trying to secretly urge him. His eyes narrowed but he lowered his head. Her breath was coming in pants. If he kissed her right, she’d come. His hot breath caressed where he’d flicked. She didn’t need his breath. She needed pressure, touch. He ran his tongue over and around her clit.

“Yes.” She flopped back onto the bed, her hands grasping at the restraints.

He sucked her as his fingers came up, playing near her opening.

“Please…” Her hips thrust toward his face.

“Oh, no. Not yet.” He blew across her pussy, moving his hand away. “You don’t get to come yet.” He moved down her body.

“Please, Nick.” He was moving away from where she wanted him, needed him.

“I think I’ll start here.” He kissed her calf.

“There?” That was way too far away. She’d die before he got back where he belonged.

“Yep, right here.” He turned her calf and kissed it, sucking hard.

“Ouch.”

He caressed the spot with his tongue. “One down, dozens more to go.” He moved a few inches up her leg and kissed her again, sucking until there was a sharp pain.

“Damn it, that hurts.”

He licked the spot. “Oh, it doesn’t hurt that badly.” He moved farther up her thigh.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t feel good.” She was leaning up trying to see but his head was in the way. “What are you doing?”

He kissed her again and then lifted his head. “Marking you as mine.” He moved inward on her thigh, his kisses coming faster, harder and closer together.

“Marking me? What do you…” He was giving her hickeys, love bites. She jerked on the restraints but they held firm. “Stop it. Damn it Nick, stop doing that.”

He didn’t listen, just continued his northern movement. He avoided her pussy, kissing up her hip and down the side of her ass.

“Stop.” She was almost in tears. She’d have to wear jeans to hide all of these.

He kissed her belly and moved to under her ribs.

“I don’t want you to do this.” She wiggled under him, but there was nowhere she could go and nothing she could do, unless she used her safe word, but then it’d all stop and she wasn’t ready for that.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he mumbled against her breast.

Her damn nipple hardened at his nearness. He flicked it with his tongue.

“You’re turned on, aren’t you?”

“No.” She wasn’t, not really, but her traitorous body wanted him to keep kissing her. It didn’t care how embarrassed she was going to be tomorrow. It only cared about what she was feeling today.

“You shouldn’t lie when the truth is right here.” His hand dipped between her legs, his fingers exploring her and making her gasp. “You’re so wet for me.” He shifted up until they were face to face. “Me. You’re wet for me.”

She swore he would’ve pounded his chest like a gorilla if his hands weren’t busy—one stroking her pussy and the other tangled in her hair, forcing her to look at him.

“You’re mine and I want your little-dicked boyfriend to know exactly what you did tonight.” His mouth came down on hers.

She pressed her lips together. She didn’t want to kiss him. She didn’t want to desire this man, but his fingers pressed down on her clit and she gasped giving him the opening he wanted. His tongue darted inside her mouth but she refused to kiss him back. He let go of her jaw, stopping his kiss. She closed her mouth and he ran his fingers gently down her cheek, his tongue skimming along the seam of her lips as his other hand stroked along her pussy.

“Let me in, Sarah.” He kissed her eyes. “Look at me, please.”

She could refuse angry Nick, but not this man. The place between her legs was molten and aching for him but his fingers were fleeting, caressing and moving on to give butterfly touches all over.

She needed to be closer to him. She opened her mouth and accepted his tongue, sucking on it and causing him to groan before his kiss turned desperate, but this time she was on board. His finger slipped inside her and stroked in and out.

“More.” She sucked on his lower lip.

“Fuck.” He rubbed his dick against her. “If I didn’t have these pants on, I’d be inside you right now.”

“Take them off.” She did the best she could to touch him but with the restraints she was mostly immobile. “I need you. Please.” She was past the point of caring if she begged.

“Does your boyfriend make you cry out in need? Make you beg to be fucked?” He rocked against her again and she whimpered.

“No. Only you.”

He stilled, his dark eyes searching hers for a long moment. She knew he saw her desire and desperation but she didn’t know if he saw the truth, that it’d been only him. No one else had touched her.

“Time to go back to showing the world you’re mine.” He buried his face in her neck, kissing as one of his hands skimmed across her abdomen and between her legs.

“Oh, god.” She trembled when he hit that spot on her neck—the one that seem to be attached to her pussy. He kissed and suckled until she knew there had to be numerous bruises on her skin but she no longer cared.

He moved down her body, marking her as his, leaving his love bites to prove that he’d been there. He kissed between her breasts and then on them. His mouth moved along her rib cage and across her belly—always open, wet and hot, leaving a sharp sting of pleasure-pain as he branded her.

She was beyond words when he was finally between her legs again. She was nothing but a bundle of raw nerves, her body tense and twitching, waiting for his touch.

“You’re so close.” He blew across her pussy and she trembled. He bent and licked her, his tongue rough against her sensitized flesh and then he pushed away and sat up.

“Please…please.” She thrashed her head back and forth. If only she could touch herself…

He reached behind her, grabbing pillows. His chest was in front of her face. She no longer cared if he got angry. He couldn’t punish her more. She was already on the sharp edge of passion. She kissed him, licking and sucking wherever her lips could touch.

“No.” His hand went to her head, holding her close for one second before pulling her away. “You don’t get to decide.” He stuffed a pillow behind her and tugged on her hair. “You made your choice. Tonight is about me.” He yanked her hair again. “Understand?”

She glared up at him. She was ready to burst. She was done with this game.

He put another pillow under her and she shifted forward, kissing his nipple. He jumped as if burned.

“Damn it, Sarah. No.” He scrambled away from her.

She shouldn’t but she couldn’t stop from grinning. “You can tie me up but you can’t stop me from doing what I want.”

“You want to kiss something?” His eyes sparkled.

She swallowed, her eyes dropping to the bulge in his pants. She did. She wanted the control sucking his dick gave her but if she said yes, he may deny her that too. Instead her eyes locked with his and she licked her lips—just a tiny showing of her tongue but it was enough. His control snapped.

She’d never seen anyone move so fast. His pants were gone and he was kneeling in front of her face, his cock straight up.

She could smell his musk, his desire and she gushed between her legs. “You’re going to have to untie me.” She could lick the side of his dick but there was no way in this position she could get him in her mouth.

“You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He leaned forward, grabbing the headboard with his left hand. “I’ll feed it to you.” He took his cock in his right hand and positioned it at her mouth. “Show me you can obey. Suck my cock.”

He ran the head over her lips. It was hot and smooth. Her tongue darted out, tasting the precum on the tip and a deep guttural sound rumbled from his chest. She licked around the head and down the shaft, flicking with her tongue.

“Put me in your mouth.”

“Beg me.” She continued to lick him. With his one hand supporting him and the other holding his cock, he couldn’t force her head down. Right now, even tied up, she was in control.

“Sarah.” The word was a warning growl. “Don’t fuck with me.” He poked at her with his penis but she shifted so he hit her cheek.

“Say, please. Pretty please and I’ll suck you so good you’ll see stars.”

“Sarah.” It was a warning. He was losing it.

Her heart skipped a few beats as his hand on the headboard moved downward, yanking on a pillow.

If he moved the pillows, she’d fall back to the bed and he’d be in control. He wouldn’t need to brace himself on the headboard. She couldn’t let that happen. She flicked the tip of his cock with her tongue before surrounding it with her mouth and sucking.

“Oh, shit…That feels so fucking good.” His hips thrust forward and she gagged as he hit the back of her throat.

She pulled away, licking him again.

“Sarah...” It was a plea and a benediction but she needed the words.

“What do you want, Nick? Tell me.” She kissed his dick, letting her tongue trail down it.

“Suck me. Please.” His eyes met hers and she opened her mouth wide. His black eyes gleamed with lust as he rocked forward and she took him inside. He started thrusting into her mouth. “Don’t…fucking…move.”

She popped him out of her mouth and she was pretty sure he whimpered. His hips kept moving and his dick brushed against her cheek.

“Fuck, Sarah.”

“Don’t talk to me like that. You can’t order…”

The next second he had her face in his hands. “Please, Sarah. Suck me. Make me come with this gorgeous mouth of yours.” He kissed her.

“Untie me.”

He knelt again and untied one of her hands. She grabbed his cock and angled him toward her mouth, taking in only the tip and sucking.

“Jesus…” He hissed as he clasped the headboard with both hands. His hips thrusting and rocking as she alternatively sucked him deep and just played with his tip.

One of his hands tangled in her hair, holding her in place as he rocked into her. “I’m so close.” He met her eyes. “Swallow. Please.”

She sucked harder and he grunted, his seed spilling into her mouth and down her throat. She swallowed as much as she could until he pulled from her lips. His breathing was heavy as he flopped down next to her. He grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“That was fucking fantastic.”

“Nick…” She squeezed his hand. She was still on edge. She needed release.