Forever Bound (7 page)

“Gotcha!”
He caught her from behind, trapping her arms against her body with one arm and
clapping one hand over her mouth. “About time you came out of there,” he
murmured into her ear. “It’s payback time.”

Jess’s
eyes widened at that.

Ryan
half-carried her to the bathroom, urging her onward with his body. Jess was too
excited to do anything other than play along. They should be going down for
dinner, but the others could eat without them. This was more important.

She
looked at them in the mirror, her heart skipping. Ryan’s shoulders were broad
behind hers, his arms wrapped around her. His hair was rumpled a bit, just the
way she thought was sexiest, and he’d taken off his shirt. He worked out all
the time, to ensure that he could handle anything that came his way on the
beat. She loved the sculpted perfection of his body, the way it made him look
tough and dangerous, too. Her knees melted a little at the intensity of his gaze.

“So,
here’s the deal,” he whispered, his voice dark with intent and his other hand
still clapped over her mouth. “You’ve been bad, as well. Focusing on the
wedding and then tying me down today. I can’t stop thinking about you in those
boots.” He pressed a kiss beneath her ear even as she smiled beneath the weight
of his hand. “So, I’m going to punish you for not treating us like partners.
Understood?”

Jess
nodded.

“You’re
allowed to say ‘Yes, Ryan.’” He lifted his hand so she could do that.

Jess
swallowed. “Yes, Ryan.” Her voice was huskier than usual, a sign of her
arousal.

Ryan
smiled and she knew he’d noticed. “The red lipstick,” he said and her gaze fell
to it on the vanity. She reached out one hand, not being able to get the
lipstick because her elbow was trapped against her body.

Ryan
released her right arm, but held fast to her waist and left arm.

Jess
wiped the pink lipstick from her mouth, then applied the bright red that she’d
only worn to seduce him. He watched her in the mirror, his eyes shining, and
she felt her sex throb.

“Something
old,” he said. “Guess what?”

Jess
scanned the bathroom vanity, thinking wildly. “You and me?”

“Something
new,” Ryan urged.

“The
lipstick?”

“Something
borrowed.”

She
looked around, not knowing what he meant. She was caught between his hips and
the marble vanity, and she could feel his erection against his butt. She shook
her head.

Ryan
smiled. “Reach into the front pocket of my jeans.”

Jess
reached back, slid in fingers into his pocket. She felt the bone of his pelvis
first, and the muscle of his hip beneath the denim, then she felt the satin.
She pulled out the blue ribbon she’d used to tie him down earlier, now rolled
tightly. Ryan took it from her hand and unfurled it across the counter. He
released her arm, but then wrapped the ribbon around her over and over again,
binding her arms to her waist in a shimmer of blue satin.

Jess
caught her breath when he tied a tight bow at the back.

He
kissed her on the side of her neck, his breath making her shiver with desire for
him. Jess was glad she’d worn the sheer little summer dress with the spaghetti
straps. Ryan held her shoulders in his hands, his thumbs moving against her
bare skin as he trailed kisses across her skin. Jess sighed, even as her sex
began to ache with hunger.

“Do
you like that?”

“Yes,
Ryan.”

He
lifted his hands and unfastened the zipper that ran down the back of her dress,
pushing the straps over her shoulders. He unfastened her bra and cast it aside,
closing his hands around her breasts. Jess caught her breath, loving the warmth
of his hands on her skin and the feel of his bare chest against her back. Her
nipples were already aching and tight.

“Do
you like this?”

“Yes,
Ryan,” Jess breathed.

“Then
maybe you’ll like this better.” He put a small vial of something on the counter
in front of her, then opened it. It could have been cold cream, but it shone
clear like petroleum jelly. It had a scent though, an exotic rich scent. Ryan
lifted a bit on the tip of one finger, then massaged it into her nipple.

Jess
gasped and arched her back. It was tingly, hot and icy at the same time,
exciting and stimulating and enough to make her dizzy. She glanced up to find
Ryan smiling at her in the mirror as he rolled her taut nipple between his
finger and thumb, working the cream—whatever it was—into her
areole.

She
felt her hips roll against him and was powerless to stop herself. His eye
gleamed as he put a small box on the vanity.

“Something
new,” he whispered.

Their
gazes met in the mirror. Even with her arms bound to the elbow, Jess managed to
open the box. There were two small clamps in it, clamps with fur between their
teeth. She didn’t really understand what they were until Ryan lifted one out of
the box and gently fixed it to her erect nipple.

She
thought she’d go into orbit at the mingled sensation of pain and pleasure. The
tension was precisely the right amount to drive her wild without hurting her.
She inhaled sharply, feeling her color rise in mingled frustration and arousal.

Ryan
smiled at her and put his finger into the cream again, lifting his hand to
massage it into her other nipple. Jess moaned despite herself, knowing exactly
what he would do.

“Do
you like these nipple clamps?”

“Yes,
Ryan.” Her voice was breathless.

“Do
they excite you?”

“Yes,
Ryan.”

“Do
you want me to put the other one on?”

“Yes,
Ryan.” This last crossed her lips like a sigh, because he was working the cream
into her other nipple. He put on the other clamp and she swayed on her feet.
The tension was almost unbearable and Jess quivered in her ribbon bonds.

He
braced his hands on her hips, admiring the clamps. “Don’t they look wonderful?”
he asked and she knew the right answer.

“Yes,
Ryan.”

He
pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “You smell like you’re wet.”

“Yes,
Ryan.”

“And
we don’t even know what’s blue yet.”

Her
gaze met his in the mirror in surprise. She saw her lips work, and knew she
couldn’t say anything other than what he’d allowed.

He
smiled at her. “Something to say, Jess?”

“There’s
the ribbon.”

“Mmm,
yes, but it’s counting as something borrowed.” He reached behind the bathroom
door, where he’d obviously hung a bag on the door handle. He put the bag on the
vanity.

It
was a shopping bag from the Plume gift shop at the neighboring resort. Jess’s
heart pounded like thunder in her ears.

“You’d
better open it,” he whispered. “I’m pretty sure it’s for you.”

Jess
opened the bag with shaking fingers, only slightly constrained by her bonds.
She lifted out the flat black box embossed with a gold peacock feather, then
met Ryan’s gaze in the reflection. He grinned, looking mischievous and
unpredictable. She thought her heart would explode, it was hammering so hard.

Or
she would drip on the floor. She was so wet.

She
lifted the lid from the box and caught her breath.

It
was lined with blue velvet, whatever it was.

“It’s
a hood,” he whispered, lifting it out of the box so she could see it. The
outside was black patent leather, so she knew it would match the corset and
boots she’d worn earlier. Ryan showed it to her, and her eyes widened. “You
see? It’s lined with velvet and padded, too, so it dulls the sound. It goes
over your head, but has elastic at the back to hold it in place. It’s a
blindfold that can’t be shaken free.” He kissed her temple. “Don’t you want to
wear it now?”

Jess
swallowed. “Yes, Ryan.”

“That
lipstick is going to look so good with the black,” he mused, then his eyes
twinkled. “Why don’t you beg me to hood you, Jess? Why don’t you beg me to take
you prisoner and punish you tonight?”

Jess’s
mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Ryan
grinned and he trailed a fingertip down her upper arm. “You must want me to
punish you for being naughty, Jess.” His voice hardened a little, sending a
thrill through her. “Beg me.”

Jess
begged. Jess pleaded and she demanded. Ryan let her go on for a few moments,
then pulled her hair up to fasten it into a ponytail. He lifted the hood over
her head, slipping her ponytail through an opening at the back. He smoothed the
hood over her, his hands bracketing her head as the darkness closed over her.
Jess shivered, even as she felt her entire body come to life. Her other senses
were more acute without her vision. Her nipples both ached and tingled. Her sex
was pounding, her skin tingling.

“Very
nice,” Ryan said and she thrilled at his approval. He took the ends of the ribbon
and bound her wrists together behind her back with it. He unfastened her dress
and pushed it down, standing behind her to cup her breasts in his hands. She
tingled with the awareness that she was nude and that he was looking at her in
the mirror. She dared to arch her back, and part her lips to improve the view.

To
tempt him.

“Naughty!”
he said with a chuckle, then helped her step out of the circle of her dress and
underwear. He spun her around and urged her back into the main room.

He
kept spinning her so that she wasn’t sure where she was. He kept kissing her,
on her cheek, her chin, her shoulder, never her mouth. His fleeting caresses
disoriented her even more, then his hands roved over her with obvious desire.
She was glad when he sat her down on the edge of the bed, because she knew
where she was. Ryan took off her sandals, urging her back on the bed as he
kissed her deeply. She was dizzy with his touch and ready to surrender
completely to him.

But
Ryan had other ideas. He moved quickly, more quickly than she could possibly
anticipate with the hood.

“Oh
look, something else we’re borrowing,” he said and she felt the fur lining of
the shackle closing around her ankle. “Is that fair?”

Jess
gasped, then knew the right answer. “Yes, Ryan.”

He
laughed and secured her ankle, almost certainly to the corner of the footboard.
She wasn’t really surprised when he did the same with her other ankle,
spreading her to his view.

She
thought she might admire what she had to offer, but instead he was immediately
leaning over her. He made her bend forward and untied the ribbon, then locked
the shackles around her wrists that she’d used on him. In a matter of seconds,
he had her wrists bound together and tied to the headboard.

“Are
you securely bound?” he demanded and Jess wriggled with all her might.

“Yes,
Ryan.”

“Do
you like it?”

“Yes,
Ryan.” She gave him the ritual answer but it was true. She was wetter than she
could have believed possible.

“Then
I have a present for you.”

Jess
was sure he would eat her and make her come, so she was surprised to feel his
fingertip touch her clitoris. She gasped when the icy heat of that unguent shot
through her body from that point, then her hips rocked of their own accord.

“Like
that?” he asked.

She
had to take three breaths before she could give him the only answer she was
allowed to give. Her heart was racing and her skin was heating. She felt as if
there was fire running through her veins and wasn’t sure how much longer she
could stand the erotic torment. “Yes, Ryan,” she said, and her words were
breathless.

“Well,
that’s good, because you’ve been very bad, Jess. We need to work out just who
is in charge, isn’t that right?”

“Yes,
Ryan.” She was shivering and shuddering, itching to come.

“A
good partnership requires balance.”

“Yes,
Ryan!”

He
leaned over her and Jess could feel the heat of his body, smell the scent of
his skin. His lips brushed over hers and she opened her mouth, aching for more
of his kiss. “Tonight, I’m going to discipline you.”

“Yes,
Ryan.” The words left her lips like a sigh of concession.

“Because
there’s one more thing that’s new, Jess. No matter how much you like what I do
to you tonight, you’re not allowed to come.” He kissed her temple and
whispered. “Not until Thursday night.”

Jess
gasped.

“What
do you say, Jess?”

“Yes,
Ryan.” Jess agreed, even though she wasn’t sure she could stand to wait that
long.

“Until
then, you’ll be mine to command.”

Jess
wasn’t sure she understood, then something touched her labia. It was warm and
soft, yet firm around the edges. The touch made her tingle. She felt elastic
bands wrap around her thighs, then another was secured around her waist.

“It’s
a little silicon butterfly, shaped to press its nose against the clitoris,”
Ryan said, pressing the item against her. Jess gasped. “It has a vibrator in
it, and one that’s on a remote control. You know how I love gadgets. I thought
you’d like this one.”