Full Court Press (31 page)

Carmondy bit her lip. She needed to be done, but he just kept pushing her farther. She tried to steady her breathing and dropped her head to his shoulder but he gripped her hair and tugged her head back. She was grateful he kissed her. That meant she could close her eyes and not have to worry about his piercing gaze.

As his tongue took control of hers, she felt her release coming. He began to speed up. When she finally came, his mouth was still over hers. She wanted to scream but didn’t have the energy. She just moaned against his mouth and sagged against him while he finished.

Beck finally released her mouth, and she could breathe. He quickly unlocked her from the ceiling and as she let her arms drop, he still had a supporting arm around her. He paused for a moment, as if contemplating and then locked her wrists behind her instead.

She didn’t mind. She just wanted to rest.

Once he was finished, he stepped back. She took a small step forward but her legs buckled and she dropped. She prepared for the pain when her knees met the tile but Beck caught her under her arms and lowered her gently.

She sat back on her knees and took a couple of deep breaths, overwhelmed. The experience was completely exhausting. It had sucked all the energy right out of her even though she hadn’t done much of the work. She dropped her head and stayed with her ass pressed against her heels, wrists locked behind her. There was no way she was getting up on her own.

Beck stepped behind her, unhooked the shower handset from the ceiling and dropped it to the tile beside her. He grabbed his bodywash before kneeling behind her. He used his hands to wash her back, shoulders and arms.

“Are your shoulders okay?” he asked quietly, as if it was just a side note and he didn’t want to step out of his role.

She nodded. “Yeah, they’re fine.” The restraints gave her a little play, and her shoulders were only slightly stiff.

Beck washed her chest, ribs, and stomach, taking his time to make sure nothing was left sticky by the honey. His hand pushed slightly at one of her knees, spreading her legs.

Beck washed the inside of her thighs and down her legs but didn’t actually get between her legs. She wished he would, because she didn’t feel clean there.

“Beck?”

“Yes?” he asked. He used the handset on a lower water pressure to rinse her body.

“You didn’t get...down there.”

He slid his hand there abruptly. “Here?”

She nodded quickly.

“That’s because I’m not done yet.”

She was confused until he maneuvered the shower handset between her thighs. The soft spray caused her to gasp and automatically try to twist away and close her legs to shield herself.

Beck kept her legs wide. “Stop,” he commanded, the fingers of his free hand tight on her leg. He redirected the spray until she stopped struggling.

She stopped pulling against the cuffs and panted. The water pressure wasn’t very high but the sensation against her already tender skin caused her heart rate to sky rocket. She definitely wasn’t in control of this situation and while she knew she could stop it if she truly wanted to, there was no way she was going to give up the erotic sensations that Beck gave her. She would feel exactly what he wanted her feel, whether she wanted to or not.

Beck slipped his hand in between her legs while he talked in her ear. “I’m going to do this to you and you are going to accept it, no struggling, just enjoy it. Understand?”

She wanted to beg him to reconsider. Maybe he didn’t realize how sensitive she was there right now. “But—”

“You didn’t orgasm,” he stated.

“What?” she asked, shifting her hips lightly against his fingers.

“Just now, during sex, you didn’t orgasm.”

She blinked. “Yes I did.”

His hand continued to stroke her. “You didn’t scream.”

“No...I was so tired and...I thought you didn’t want me to.”

“Did I say that?”

“No.”

“Exactly. So what I’m going to do now is get you to orgasm again, since I didn’t hear it the first time.”

She nodded nervously, and he turned the spray setting on the shower handset to ‘pulsate’ before aiming it at her again. She moaned and clenched her eyes shut, curling her fingers into fists. She’d never felt anything like this before. It was new and she wasn’t sure how she felt about it yet.

Beck used his hand expertly to bring her arousal up quickly. “Now, doesn’t that feel nice?”

She couldn’t speak so she just nodded and resisted the urge to close her thighs, taking deep breaths.

“Good girl,” he said soothingly, moving the spray a little closer. She let out a quiet whimper as the feeling started to overwhelm her. The hot, pulsating water coupled with his talented fingers were building her up fast. Her eyes opened and she looked down at where his hand was. It was actually fascinating to watch. He knew exactly where to aim the water to get the biggest reaction out of her. She continued to resist the urge to struggle against her bonds or pull away from him, but couldn’t keep from trembling.

“Now, when I say, I want you to give in to your instincts, fight me, pull away, struggle, whatever you feel like doing right now. Because if you’re struggling during your release... well, just believe me when I say you’re not going to be able to keep quiet this time.”

She nodded and the seconds dragged by. Her legs were shaking in the effort to stay open like he wanted. She could barely wait for his command when she could relieve herself of this feeling. She started to pant louder, accompanied by quiet whimpering noises in rhythm with his fingers.

At the same moment she just couldn’t take it any longer, he bit her ear lightly. “Go ahead, baby, let go. Do your best.”

She cried out and tried to twist out of his hold, her knees snapping together, but not before he pressed the rounded head of the sprayer directly against her.

“Oh my god, please.” She begged him to let up, but it didn’t work of course.

He removed his other hand and tangled it in her hair, using it to tug her head back, forcing her to look up at the ceiling while he pushed the showerhead against her rhythmically in sync with the water.

“Please! I can’t—” She struggled against his hold in earnest, clamping her thighs together tightly but to no avail. She only succeeded in holding the rounded tip even tighter against her most sensitive flesh. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to beg him to stop or to continue. It felt so amazing and overwhelming at the same time. Within seconds, she was crying out over and over again, pulling against the handcuffs and fighting his hold on her hair.

Her efforts were futile and she knew it, but he was right. It felt amazing. She cried out one last time, so loudly that the sound reverberated off the tile walls. Her back arched tightly. With her neck bent, she cried out to the ceiling and felt herself convulsing against the warm plastic between her thighs. It seemed like an eternity until her body finally let go and she slumped in his hold.

Beck kissed her neck. “There you go, babe. That was perfect.”

She managed to gather enough energy to speak. “Please.” The showerhead was still between her legs, making her tremble.

“Just relax. You’re done when I say you’re done.” He released her hair so that she could lower her head.

She waited, leaning against him for support, looking down at the spot where he held the warm plastic against her, using it to massage her gently. Once she relaxed, she found it soothing, taking the time to rest instead of fight him.

Finally, she felt his lips on her neck, followed by a soft bite. He removed the handset from between her legs, putting it back to a normal setting. He stood and tilted her head back to get her hair thoroughly wet before massaging shampoo in her scalp. She let her eyes drift closed and was grateful that he was giving her time to recover before trying to get her to move. She rolled her now stiff shoulders and Beck crouched down right away to cuff her hands in front of her instead of behind.

She was grateful that he didn’t make her ask, and she was glad he hadn’t left her unrestrained. She wasn’t ready to be free just yet. Being free meant she had to go back to being herself, and Beck had to step out of the role that allowed him to be intimate with her.

He finished washing her hair and turned off the water before stepping over her, out of the shower. She didn’t know if he wanted her to follow but it didn’t really matter. Her legs weren’t taking her anywhere.

Beck came back a couple minutes later with his jeans back on. His chest was still a bit damp, along with his hair. He used a white, fluffy towel to dry her torso before urging her up onto her knees so that he could dry her legs. He didn’t waste time trying to get her completely dry, just got most of the water off before wrapping the towel around her and picking her up in his arms.

He reached his bed, took the towel off her and spread it on the bed since she was still wet. She automatically curled up on the towel once he had set her down.

In a surprisingly soothing gesture, Beck pushed Carmondy’s hair back from her face. “You seem pretty worn out. You should rest. I left the keys on the bedside table. I’ll be out in the living room.”

Removing the cuffs would end the session, throwing them back into reality. She nodded and hugged her knees tightly to her chest. “Okay.”

He nodded once before turning and leaving her alone in the bedroom.

C
armondy had only meant to rest for a moment but when she opened her eyes, over an hour had passed. She was mostly dry now but her hair was still damp and cold, along with the towel she was laying on. When she made to move, she remembered her wrists were locked together, and she was totally naked.

She reached up to grab the key off the table and removed the cuffs, then stood and pulled on her underwear, bra, shorts and tank top.

She took a couple deep, calming breaths before she stepped back out into the living room. Beck was relaxing on the couch in only his jeans, the picture of sex.

He looked over his shoulder. “The Suns are playing. Steve Nash is kicking ass. Come watch with me.”

She was amazed. This was a big step for him. He was purposefully being nice when he was usually purposefully cold. He was opening up. These unconventional sexcapades were making him feel like he could trust her, like he could open up and be himself around her.

She smiled and slid onto the couch beside him, under his outstretched arm. She hugged her knees to her chest and glanced up at him. “Beck?”

His eyes lingered on the game for a couple seconds before falling to her face. “Yeah?”

“I just wanted to say that...that was amazing, and thank you.”

He smiled and dropped his arm so it rested around her shoulders. “Don’t thank me. I think it’s a fair bet to say that I had a better time than you.”

“Not possible,” she stated.

“Oh, I think so,” he said playfully.

She wanted to squeal and wrap her arms around him. She was so glad they were actually getting along. Instead, she felt an all-too-familiar pang of guilt. This didn’t change the fact that she had spied on him and unethically discovered something he had kept secret.

She couldn’t be around him right now. She didn’t want to ruin the moment but she knew that if she stayed, she’d have to tell him. She had to tell him eventually, either way, but not right now, not when he was finally starting to treat her like they were in a relationship.

She stood up abruptly. “I’m sorry, I have to go.”

His expression fell and he slammed up his emotional walls again, removing his arm from her shoulder.

“What?” he asked carefully.

“I can’t...do this. I have to go.”

He took a couple calming breaths before he spoke. “Why?”

“I can’t explain it to you...I can’t stay.”

His jaw clenched tightly. He was silent for several moments but he finally spoke in a low, cold tone. “Fuck. You.”

Oh god, she’d totally blown it. “I’m so sorry, Beck, I just—”

“I don’t give a shit,” he snapped.

She nodded. “Okay... I’m going to leave then.”

“I drove you here.”

“I know, I’m going to walk to Anderson’s. Maybe he’ll give me a ride.”

Beck muttered something before standing up and snatching his cell phone off the table. He glared at her as he punched in a speed-dial number and put the phone to his ear. “Come pick up Carmondy...my place.” He hung up the phone to glare at her some more.

“I’m sorry,” she said again, the guilt riding over her in waves.

“Why?”

“No, Beck, please, don’t make me—”

“What is it?” he demanded, grabbing her upper arms in both hands.

“I...I spied on you.”

“What are you talking about?”

Carmondy took a deep breath and said it all at once. “When you were with your sister at that hospital, I followed you upstairs and watched the whole thing through the two-way mirror and I am so sorry.”

It took Beck a moment to process the information but when he did, he released her like she was on fire.

He was too upset to bother hiding his emotions so she saw each one clearly: hurt, betrayal, mistrust and most of all, anger. While she was confident he would never hit her...if there was ever a time that she doubted herself, it was now.