Roping the Wind (17 page)

‘I’ll just go and get these. Go wait over there.’

Helen retraced her steps past the helpful sales assistant and back to the front of the shop. There were only a couple of people still viewing the magazines. Helen tried to pretend that she didn’t give a damn about what other people read, but somehow her deeply buried Central Valley roots were still shocked.

Jay reappeared with a pink carrier bag and a wicked smile. ‘Ready to go, honey?’

Helen nodded and hightailed it out of the shop as fast as she could. Were her cheeks really that warm or was she imagining it? As they walked back to the apartment building, through the deserted streets, she noticed Jay grinning. ‘What’s so funny?’

He tucked her hand in the crook of his arm, patted it and gave her a sidelong glance. ‘You’ve never been in a place like that before, have you?’

‘Of course I have!’ Helen kept walking, her gaze fixed firmly on the filthy oil-stained sidewalk.

‘Yeah, right.’ He drew his finger over her cheek. ‘You’re blushing like a schoolgirl.’

‘Am not.’

‘Are too.’

Her lips twitched in a vain attempt to suppress a smile. ‘OK, I haven’t actually been in a shop like that, but I have seen all those . . . things.’

‘Really.’

She stopped walking to stare up at him. ‘I worked in an ER department, remember. You wouldn’t believe where people stick things and then can’t get them out again.’

His answering smile was slow in coming but breathtaking enough to make her melt. He kissed the top of her head. ‘OK, you win this one.’ He put his arm around her shoulders and drew her close. ‘Let’s go home. I want to play.’

Chapter Fourteen

‘Let’s eat.’

Helen swung around to stare at Jay. ‘Now?’ God, she was dying to see what he had in that bag and he wanted to eat?

‘A man has to keep his strength up.’ He strolled into the kitchen and opened the huge Viking refrigerator. ‘I know there’s some chicken in here somewhere.’

With a sigh and a last wistful look back at the bedroom, Helen sat on one of the bar stools by the high granite countertop.

‘You hungry, doc?’

She licked her lips and eyed the perfection of his denim-clad ass, the only part of him she could see.

‘I’ll have something if you are.’

He emerged from the cavernous refrigerator, a plateful of chicken sandwiches wrapped in Cling Wrap in his hand.

Helen raised her eyebrows. ‘Is that a new kind of appliance that makes the sandwiches for you?’

He shrugged as he placed them on the table. ‘Nope, it’s the magic of room service. My brother introduced me to it and now I’m addicted.’ He returned to the fridge and took out two beers. ‘Here you go.’

Helen looked pointedly around the kitchen. ‘Don’t you have plates or napkins?’

He scratched his chin. ‘Sure, somewhere. Take a look, knock yourself out.’

She started opening cupboards and retrieved some fine white china and glasses.

By the time she sat back down, Jay had already finished his first sandwich and was starting on another. Helen pushed a plate in front of him and he grunted his thanks. She slowly ate one sandwich, taking her time, enjoying watching him eat and not bother to talk to her.

He pointed at the glass. ‘What’s that for?’

‘Your beer.’

‘Only wussies use a glass. Anyway, I’ve already drunk it.’ He leered at her. ‘I’m in a hurry, honey. How about you?’

Holding his eyes, Helen picked up her beer and brought it to her lips. His gaze intensified as she slowly swallowed. She couldn’t quite manage the whole bottle but the effect was worth it. Jay had forgotten the remaining sandwich and was totally focused on her. She put it down and wiped her mouth against the back of her hand.

‘I’m ready whenever you are, “honey”.’

She squeaked as he closed in on her and swung her up into his arms. She pretended to struggle, but realized she really liked feeling so helpless and feminine. God, she hoped his knee was OK.

He kicked the door shut behind them and deposited her on the middle of the bed. She lay there looking up at him, admiring the intensity of his expression as he studied her body. He stripped off his blue-checked shirt, each snap distinct in the silence.

She kept still when he bent over her, removed her clothes and tossed them onto the floor. He knelt between her thighs, the seams of his jeans rubbing against her soft skin.

‘Stay right there.’

He got off the bed leaving her feeling cold without the heat of his body close to hers. When he returned she heard the rustling of paper and plastic being ripped apart. She didn’t dare turn her head to see exactly what he was doing.

The mattress dipped as he climbed back on the bed and straddled her. In his hand was a pair of sturdy-looking leather cuffs. Helen’s mouth went dry. He smiled, brushed her erect nipples with the cuffs and then touched the cuffs against her mouth.

‘You like them, don’t you?’

Helen nodded as the smell of the leather invaded her senses.

‘I knew you would. You’re going to love being under me, unable to stop me doing anything I want because your wrists are trapped inside these.’

The rip of Velcro surprised her. She’d imagined these cuffs would have buckles on them. She watched carefully as Jay wrapped them around her wrists. He produced a braided piece of leather and looped it through the metal headboard.

‘Now all I have to do is clip the ends of the braid onto the cuffs and we’re set.’ He smiled down at her, the heavy bulge of his cock pressing on her stomach. ‘Last chance to run, Helen. Last chance to tell me no.’

She bit her lip as he clipped the cuffs to the braid and drew her arms above her head.

‘Try to get out now, darlin’.’

She tried to bring her wrists down and couldn’t. As she continued to test the resistance of the leather, it bit into her skin. Jay bent his head and kissed her hard on the mouth, his teeth nipping at her tongue and lips.

‘How does it feel, being at my mercy?’

She shivered as he bit gently on her ear lobe.

‘Not talking, huh? Don’t worry, you’ll be begging and screaming soon, I guarantee it.’

He slid his mouth down from her throat to her breasts and latched onto her nipple, pulling hard and fast. His roughness shocked her body into flooding her sex with cream. He turned to her other nipple and she bucked underneath him, her legs opening to cradle his hard thighs and even harder erection. He moved his hips in rhythm to his sucks, the fly of his jeans a heavy presence against her clit.

God, she was so turned on she was going to come just from his mouth. Helen gulped in air as her body spasmed under the weight of his heavy frame. He raised his head, his gray eyes full of lust.

‘I love the way you come so fast for me and get so wet.’

He moved off her chest but only headed downward, kissing her stomach and then moving south until his tongue met her clit. She squirmed as he stroked her with his tongue, pushed her hips in his face, blatantly asking to be fucked.

He licked her whole sex, his mouth lingering on her pussy lips, sucking them in, making them swell to reveal the cream pouring out of her. He licked that too, feasting on her like a connoisseur, praising the taste and feel of her until she wanted to scream, grab his head and force him to finish her. When he stopped touching her, Helen opened her eyes. He knelt up and drew something else out of the bag.

‘What’s that?’

‘It’s lube.’

‘Like you use on a car?’

‘Same principle, different result.’

He unscrewed the bottle, tipped it up until his index finger was coated with shiny oil. He brought his finger under Helen’s nose.

‘It’s called Black Leather.’

She sniffed carefully. It did remind her of the scent of a tack room. She shifted on the bed.

‘And what do you plan to do with it?’

‘Lube us both up.’ He tipped the bottle again until all his fingers were coated. Helen shivered as he carefully inserted one long finger into her ass. ‘I want you here tonight. I want my cock deep in here.’

He slid another finger in beside the first, widening her with every subtle play of his fingers. She could only writhe helplessly as he worked her.

‘Hold on. I want you to see this.’

One-handed, Jay rearranged the pillows and pulled her higher up the bed into a sitting position. He stuck another pillow under her ass, opening her up to him like an erotic offering. Now she could see his fingers working her, the oil glistened as he plunged inside her. Three fingers now and she could feel the stretch. She started to shift about, suddenly uncomfortable with the ever-increasing pressure.

He glanced up at her. ‘You’re real tight, honey, but I’m working on it.’ He smiled. ‘Let me give you something else to think about.’

He reached behind him and produced a large plastic vibrator. The head was a lurid purple and the thick rubber shaft at least eight inches long.

Helen licked her lips. ‘Jay . . .’

He didn’t look at her, his attention fixed on the vibrator as he worked out how to set the controls. A soft hum filled the air and the vibrator began to undulate.

‘Hold it for me a sec, darlin’ – oh no, you can’t, can you?’

‘You’re not funny, Jay.’

He rested the vibrator against her hip as he used his free hand to locate the bottle of lube and apply it generously to the shaft. Helen swallowed as he positioned the tip of the vibrator against the lips of her sex.

‘Think about this while I get you ready for my cock.’

Helen moaned as he gently inserted the vibrator until it could go no further. The soft slow pulse only seemed to emphasize the presence of his fingers buried deep in her ass. She closed her eyes as the sensations mingled and she couldn’t separate out the pleasure from the pressure. It was all starting to feel good and driving her toward another climax.

‘Yeah, honey, you feel so fine. Work with me here.’

She opened her eyes. The handle of the vibrator rested on the pillow between her outstretched thighs, Jay’s hand lay behind it, the oil on his fingers catching the light as he moved them in and out of her.

‘Are you ready for my cock? I sure am ready to sink inside you.’

He knelt up, removed his fingers and shucked off his jeans and boots. His shaft was coated in pre-come and straining toward her. He grasped the vibrator but didn’t remove it.

‘I’m just going to turn you around.’

Her breath whooshed out as he grasped her waist and deftly turned her onto her knees. Her wrists were still held firmly above her head in the leather cuffs.

She tensed as he maneuvered his big body behind hers, one hand still keeping the vibrator buried deep inside her pussy. His thumb slid over her clit and started to stroke her.

Distracted, she didn’t feel the first inch of his cock slide into her ass. He rubbed harder, brought her even closer to coming and slid in deeper, rocking his hips to gain each extra inch.

Inside her, the heat of his cock slid against the thrum of the vibrator, increasing the pressure until she wanted to scream.

‘Nearly there, honey. Hold on.’

His hoarse words were whispered close to her ear as he curved his body around hers, holding her captive and in place for his complete penetration. Helen let out her breath, felt him slide in deeper and came so hard that she did scream.

Jay groaned and began to move his hips faster. ‘Damn it, doc, do that again, come harder.’

He bit down on her shoulder, his balls slapping against her buttocks as he pounded into her. Just how she liked it: hard, fast and on the edge. She came again and his hand fell away from the vibrator, pulling it out, then stuffing all his fingers in her instead.

She couldn’t stop coming, or moaning as she felt him climax and the heat of his seed deep inside her. He collapsed over her, his hips still moving as though he never wanted to stop having her.

‘Shit, Helen. I think you’ve killed me.’

He rotated her back onto the bed and rolled away onto his stomach, his head buried in his arms. When she got her breath back, Helen tested the leather cuffs again. She still couldn’t open them. She nudged Jay’s recumbent form with her knee.

‘Can you let me out of these things?’

He came up on one elbow and looked at her. ‘Nope.’

Helen tried to glare at him. ‘What do you mean, “nope”?’

He flicked her nipple with his fingertip. ‘I haven’t finished with you yet. I’m going to wash up. When I come back, you’ll be here, just waiting for me to fuck you again.’

Helen watched in disbelief as he got off the bed and headed for the bathroom. ‘Jay?’

He looked over his shoulder. ‘What, honey?’

‘You will come back, won’t you?’

His smile was pure sex as he shut the bathroom door behind him. Helen wiggled herself into a more comfortable position and began to count backward from a thousand.

Several hours and several bouts of sex later, the sound of the door opening woke Helen from a fitful sleep. She opened one eye to see a man dressed in a business suit peering into the gloom.

‘Jay? Are you in here? Jeez, this place stinks like a teenager’s jockstrap.’

Helen scrabbled for the sheets as the room was suddenly illuminated. Jay shot bolt upright, shielding Helen.

‘Fuck off, Grayson.’

‘Sorry, Jay, ma’am. I’ll be in the kitchen.’

Jay mumbled something unintelligible as Helen buried her face in the pillows.

‘Trust Grayson to barge in as if he owns the place. Shit, he does. I wonder what’s eating his ass?’

Helen shut her eyes. ‘Oh my God, he knows we’ve been having sex. How am I going to get out of here without having to look him in the eye?’

Jay turned her toward him until he could see her face. ‘Why? Are you ashamed to be here with me or something?’