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  Yvonne watched him, reaching behind her back to unfasten her bra. It fell to the floor on top of her shirt, and he had to unzip his jeans in search of more relief. He’d been at half-mast since leaving her bedroom, but now…now, he was rock-hard and hurting. Something he’d have to figure out how to control because there was no way he was rushing through one second of this.

  Yvonne unfastened her shorts, sliding them and her panties off together. She toed off her sandals when they reached her ankles and just like that, she was naked. His own private peep show.

  “Cup your breasts. Hold them up,” he commanded as he pulled his dick out of his pants, running his fist along it a couple of times.

  She did as he asked, her gaze locked with his. He’d never met such a sensual woman, one whose desires matched his so perfectly.

  Not that he’d really been with that many women in his life. And up until Yvonne, he’d been with all the wrong ones.

  “Pinch your nipples, baby,” he urged.

  She recalled his previous request for pressure because she didn’t waste time giving the tight nubs a little tease. She pinched them hard, her eyes drifting closed as she did so.

  “Open your eyes, Vonnie. Don’t stop looking at me.”

  Her eyelids lifted. She didn’t meet his eyes again, her attention drawn to something lower. He stroked his cock harder, a drop of pre-cum shimmering on the tip.

  She licked her lips. Jesus.

  “Come here.” He crooked a finger at her, then tossed a pillow on the floor at his feet. As she approached, he lifted his ass, pulling his jeans down to his ankles. Then he spread his knees apart, making room for her to kneel between them.

  Yvonne reached for his dick, but he caught her wrist, holding her back for a moment. “No hands. Just your mouth.”

  “But—”

  “No buts.”

  “Leo.” Yvonne was obviously used to using her hands as well as her mouth, so she planned to kick up a fuss.

  He wasn’t interested in hearing it. “In fact…” he said. He reached back down to his pants and pulled his belt out with one quick flick. “Stand up and turn around.”

  She rose, not fighting as he bound her wrists behind her back with his belt.

  “You like being tied up, don’t you?”

  She nodded. “I’ve never tried it before you, but there’s something about the way it makes me feel. I can’t describe it. It just makes me…hot.”

  “I feel the same way,” he confessed.

  Yvonne twisted, kneeling before him again. “I’m warning you right now,” she said. “I’m not always going to make it so easy for you. One of these days, you’re going to have to catch me if you want to tie me up.”

  Leo hadn’t thought it was possible for his dick to grow any harder, but he could swear it just tripled in size. “Jesus. We’re doing that tonight.”

  She laughed. “Thought we weren’t making plans. Thought we were flying by the seat of our pants.”

  He didn’t smile at her joke. He couldn’t. “It’s on the schedule. Tonight. I’m giving you a ten-second head start on hiding, then I’m coming after you. And when I catch you…” He let his words drift away, let her fill in the blanks. From the heated expression on her face, he was tempted to ask her how she saw that scene playing out. Knowing her, she was taking it down the same dirty path he was. Hell, there was a good chance her fantasy was even kinkier.

  “Now,” he said. “Suck me, baby.”

  She shifted until she could run her tongue along the length of his dick, licking him like an ice cream cone.

  He sucked in as much air as he could through his nose, praying he had the strength to hold out for more than a minute or two. The image of Yvonne on her knees, her hands tied behind her back, the head of his cock sliding through her pink lips.

  Leo closed his eyes. Maybe it would be easier to keep control if he didn’t look.

  That might have worked if Yvonne hadn’t started sucking.

  Fuck it. They had all night. Taking the edge off this way might help his staying power later.

  He gripped the base of his dick with one hand, the other splaying in her soft hair, gripping it so that he could control her pace.

  He pressed her lower, probably pushing himself in deeper than she would have taken him herself. She gagged for just a moment, resisting, before something in her relaxed and she took him to the back of her throat.

  Leo groaned. “Jesus, baby.”

  His fingers tightened in her hair, and she gave herself over to him, letting him take her mouth. Yvonne knew all the right buttons to push, sucking on the head, teasing him with her teeth, her tongue exploring as much as she could.

  One time, she shook his hand off, lifting her head. For a second, he was afraid he’d pushed her too hard. He should have known better.

  She used her shoulders to press his legs farther apart, then ran her tongue over his balls, taking one in his mouth, applying just enough suction that he thought he’d died and gone to heaven.

  “Vonnie…God, Vonnie.”

  Yvonne finished playing with his balls, rising until she could take him back in her mouth again.

  This time, she took over, bobbing her head up and down with just the right amount of speed and suction.

  Leo was a goner.

  “Baby, I’m going to…I can’t st—”

  His balls constricted and then he was there, coming with a long, loud groan, her name on his lips. Yvonne slowed her pace but never stopped moving, swallowing down every drop of cum.

  Leo’s head fell back against the couch as every ounce of tension he’d felt these past few months drained out of him. He was a boneless, anxiety-free, happy-as-a-bird-with-a-French-fry guy again. It felt like years since he’d felt this…free.

  Yvonne wasn’t the only wild spirit anymore.

  Apparently, that gloriousness was contagious.

  He lifted his head at the same time as her, then reached under her arms to lift her to his lap.

  “Okay?” she asked, nuzzling her face against the side of his neck.

  “Better than okay,” he murmured, clearing his throat. He reached behind her back to tug the belt free.

  Yvonne made good use of her freedom, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, placing soft kisses on his cheek, his jaw, his throat.

  Leo grasped her breast, playing with it almost lazily as they cuddled on the couch. Neither of them was in a hurry. Time was a precious thing in his life these days. Stealing these few hours with her felt like a gift.

  She shivered as he ran his fingertips lightly along her side, and he realized the more they cuddled and caressed, the more she squirmed on his lap.

  He grinned. She was ready for more.

  And so was he.

  “Vonnie?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Run.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Yvonne stopped kissing his throat and lifted her face to his. “What?”

  “Ten, nine, eight…”

  That was all she had to hear as she recalled his plans for chasing her, capturing her. She’d promised to make him work for it.

  She was off the couch in seconds, darting down the hallway. She was naked, so leaving the house wasn’t an option. Not that she’d take it that far. Though the competitive part of her regretted the lack of hiding places in the house. She couldn’t hide in smaller places, like the bathrooms or closets, because she refused to trap herself. Her escape depended on her being able to keep moving if he got too close.

  She darted behind his bedroom door in panic when he loudly called out, “One!”

  Her heart was racing and she had to fight to quiet her rapid breathing. It was silly to run from something she wanted so badly, but Yvonne loved a challenge and she loved to play.

  The way Leo’s eyes lit up when she told him she wouldn’t always make it easy on him told her this was definitely a shared kink. She could just make out the slight red marks on her wrists left by his belt as she’d given him a blowjob. I
t wasn’t the first time she’d ever gone down on a guy, but doing it without the use of her hands was an entirely new experience, forcing her to be creative.

  His groans, the way he’d said her name, the way he’d gripped her hair told her she’d been successful. Pleasing him was starting to turn her on as much as all the things he did to her. Sex had never been this way with anyone else.

  She held her breath when he appeared in the doorway. She could see him through the crack from her vantage point. If he looked in her direction, this game was over before it started.

  Fortunately, Leo’s attention was focused on the closet.

  When he entered the room, he made a beeline for it, opening the door.

  As he did so, she slowly slipped around the door, trying to covertly move back to the hallway. If she could make it to the living room—

  Leo caught sight of her at the very last second, and she saw him start to run toward her.

  She took off, racing down the hallway. She’d almost made it back to the living room when he grabbed her from behind, lifting her off her feet.

  Yvonne struggled, still determined to win the game.

  It was like a kitten wrestling a tiger. Leo’s years of working on the farm had honed his muscles to lethal weapons. The guy was seriously fit, while she spent the majority of her days taste-testing her recipes at the pub. She was marshmallow to his steel.

  Turning back to the bedroom, Leo carried her—despite her squirming—as if she was nothing more than a frisky newborn puppy. Once in his room, he walked straight to the bed and tossed her onto it.

  She bounced on the mattress, using that momentum to come to her knees, intent on escaping from the opposite side of the bed. Leo was wise to that trick too. His large hand wrapped around her upper arm and, in seconds, she was on her back with him on top of her, holding her still with his body.

  She tried to push at his shoulders, but he was immovable, and her efforts made it simpler for him to grip her wrists and tug them above her head. Caging them there with one hand, he pulled his belt free from the loops in his jeans again. He must have put it back on during his countdown, while she was hiding.

  This time, he used it to bind her wrists together before looping the rest of the belt around a post on his headboard. She tried to break free, but the man knew his knots.

  He paused for a moment. “You know you can say stop, right?”

  Her eyes widened. “I’m not really fighting. Don’t you dare stop.”

  Leo laughed. “I think this is what a safe word is for.”

  “We don’t need a safe word. It’s us.”

  He gave her a quick kiss. “You’re right. This isn’t a game. It’s us.”

  Yvonne stopped trying to fight the bindings on her wrists. Especially when Leo moved lower, lifting her legs, tossing them over her shoulders and lowering his head.

  “Holy shit,” she breathed as he held her open with his thumbs and ran his tongue along her slit. “Leo.”

  He sucked her clit into his mouth hard enough that she saw stars. Then he shifted the slightest bit lower, fucking her with his tongue, slowly driving her out of her mind.

  Yvonne’s eyes slid closed as she let the magical sensations wash through her. Unlike lovers in her past, Leo didn’t treat this as a payback. He went down on her like it was his job, licking, kissing and sucking her for ages.

  “Fingers,” she begged, when his playing continued long enough that she needed more stimulation.

  He lifted his head. Then, the bastard got off the bed.

  “Wait! I was close. I just need—”

  “What’s the rule on your orgasms?” he asked.

  Yvonne narrowed her eyes. “Not this again. Dammit!”

  Leo didn’t stick around to listen to her diatribe. Instead, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving her tied to the bed.

  This time, she did fight her bondage, pulling hard enough that she wondered if she could break his damn bed to get free. It would serve him right if she did.

  When he returned, she blasted him. “What the fuck are you doing? Come back to bed.”

  That was when she saw her overnight bag in his hands.

  “Oh.”

  He chuckled. “Did anyone ever tell you that you have a temper?”

  She lifted one shoulder, unrepentant. “I was an only child. Spoiled as hell. All the treats and toys were mine.”

  “Mmmhmmm.” She could tell from his tone he didn’t consider that an exactly endearing quality.

  “Sorry,” she murmured.

  Leo sat on the edge of the bed. “I need you to trust me in bed, Vonnie. Need you to know that I’m never going to leave you hanging…unless I’m punishing you for something.”

  “Punishing me? What the hell would you be punishing me for?”

  He reached out and pinched her nipple. “For coming without me.”

  “You can hardly leave me hanging if I’ve already come.”

  Leo’s eyes went skyward as if he was praying for patience. “I chose to be here,” he muttered to himself.

  She laughed. Until he pulled her vibrator from her bag.

  “You’re forgiven for leaving the room.”

  He pinched her other nipple, hard enough that she gasped from the sting. “I don’t remember apologizing.”

  She winked as she nodded her head toward the vibrator. “It was inferred.”

  “That’s it.”

  He placed the vibrator on the nightstand, and she started to complain, but Leo moved too quickly, flipping her to her stomach in one smooth motion. Damn, he was strong.

  Lifting her hips, he smacked her ass half a dozen times.

  With her hands tied, Yvonne couldn’t lift her head from the pillow. But she could lift her hips, and as she started to anticipate his blows, she moved into them, loving the sting, the heat, the taboo submissiveness of it all.

  “Dammit,” Leo murmured, flipping her to her back once more. “You like that too much.”

  She wasn’t going to deny it. Not that she needed to.

  Leo stood to take off his clothes as she enjoyed the show. Then, he picked up the vibrator again and shifted to the same spot he’d occupied before leaving the room. He turned the toy on high, letting it vibrate in his hands a few seconds as he looked at her, letting her anticipate how good it was going to feel when he slid it inside her.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  “That’s right, Vonnie. Beg me. Beg me to give you your toy…your treat.”

  “Leo,” she said, when he didn’t move to give it to her. “God, please.”

  He pressed the tip of the vibrator against her clit, and she reared like she’d touched a hot stove.

  “Fuck! Yes!”

  He pulled it away, just as the first twinges of her climax appeared. He repeated the same thing, touching her clit, then pulling away seconds before she could grab that last ring, over and over.

  She was near tears, desperate, in pain. “Leo,” she said when he pulled away the last time. She got it. He could definitely punish her. All he asked for was her trust. Which he had. Completely. The man had proven in a very short time that he had the keys to the city as far as her pleasure was concerned. “I trust you.”

  He didn’t say anything. Just smiled as he slid the vibrating toy inside, filling her clenching pussy.

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  He thrust the toy in all the way, the rapid vibrations tormenting her. She held her breath, and when that failed, she bit the inside of her mouth to hold off her orgasm.

  For several minutes, she held herself there, in that perfect limbo, her body shaking from the pleasure evoked from the toy and the pain of trying to stave off her orgasm.

  When he pulled the vibrator out, she sighed with relief even as she instantly missed the toy.

  Leo lifted her legs until her feet were flat on the mattress near her ass, then he pushed them apart, leaving her completely open.

  She jerked when he touched the tip of the vibrator to her a
ss.

  Her eyes flew to his. He didn’t say anything, but she got a sense he was waiting for her to say yes or no.

  Anal play was fairly uncharted territory for her. Nothing more than a lover’s single finger had ever broached that part. The vibrator wasn’t exactly thick, but it was definitely going to fill her more than she was used to.

  Then Yvonne recalled the belt tying her to the bed. She loved everything Leo did to her.

  She nodded, just once.

  Leo slowly pressed the toy inside. The juices from her pussy had made the vibrator slick, so it slid in easily. It was still on high, still pulsing forcefully.

  Once it was fully lodged, he shifted again, picking her legs up once more, returning them to his shoulders. He lined his cock up, pressing just the head of it in. “You’re going to share your toys with me from now on.”

  With that, he thrust deep, taking her with one hard stroke.

  Yvonne screamed, all hope of holding off gone. She came roughly, almost violently, as Leo continued to fuck her.

  “Jesus, baby. That vibrator…”

  It was killing her too. She never would have realized there was such a thing as too much pleasure before him.

  Leo kept moving, kept taking her, even though every nerve ending tingled from her first orgasm. Yvonne began to fear a second one would kill her. Her body simply couldn’t handle how fucking good he was making her feel. It was insane but true.

  Leo pulled out briefly, flipping her to her stomach again. Lifting her ass, he thrust in from behind and, at the same time, he reached up with one hand to free her wrists.

  “Put your hands flat on the headboard, Vonnie, and hold on.”

  That was the only warning she got, her hands hitting the headboard a mere second before he gripped her hips and took her with a force that made her bones rattle.

  “Yes!” she screamed. In this position, it was as if she was being doubly penetrated, doubly taken. Every forward thrust shifted the vibrator deeper.

  Her second orgasm hit her like a tornado, whipping her up in its powerful gale, twisting and turning her until she lost all bearings, all grip on reality.

  It was several minutes before she realized Leo had come too. And another sixty seconds before it occurred to her he’d pulled the vibrator out and turned it off.