Taking Care Of Leah (20 page)

She did as she was told. Knees planted into the mattress on either side of his legs, she positioned herself so that he could watch as she finger-fucked herself, her hands so close to his cock she could feel every twitch, every bob as he grew harder.

“Show me how wet you are,” he said, his voice deep and breathy. She wasn’t sure what he meant. How could she show him without untying him? She thought for a moment, then added another finger, dipping between her soft folds before taking them out and wrapping her moist hand around his shaft. “Fuck,” he exhaled, twisting his hands within their restraints until he was holding on to the bars of the bed. She used her slickness to slide up and down, running her thumb over his head, smearing the pre-cum that oozed from his tip. Her breathing had deepened. Her pulse raced, beating in her veins as her strokes became more hurried. “Shit… Slow down…”

Leah’s eyes widened as she watched him straining within her grasp. She could feel her pussy begin to quiver, almost crying out for some attention. With him in one hand, she used the other to rub at her clit, massaging the hard knot, desperate for relief. Her orgasm built, her grip on his cock tightened. The rates of their breathing matched. But just as she felt herself falling over the brink, she stopped and let go of him.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Ty cried. “You need to fuck me, right now,” he ordered.

Leah gave him a half-smile, rising onto her knees, hovering above his aching cock. “Not while you’re wearing so many clothes,” she said and reached to his chest, undoing one button at a time. She hoped that he couldn’t sense her fingers shaking as she popped each one free, smoothing her palms over his chest. She leaned forward, letting her heavy breasts press into his abs as she took one of his nipples into her mouth and sucked hard. She swirled her tongue around the areola, feeling every bump of his hard flesh.

Trailing down his body, she kissed the rigid muscles of his stomach, hands braced on his hips. His thick erection nestled between her breasts. She let him stay there for a while as she shifted his jeans and boxers down, kissing the line of his pubic hair before tugging him completely free.

With his clothes in a heap on the carpet, and his shirt open to show his bare chest, it was her turn to stand at the foot of the bed and admire her work. He wanted her more now than he ever had, she could tell by the hard look in his eye—desperation eked from him. His cock stood perpendicular to his body. Every muscle was tense. The air was palpable with his need.

“If I was to untie you, what would you do?” she asked, hands on hips and legs parted.

“You don’t want to do that,” he growled.

“Oh, don’t I? What do I want to do then?”

“You want to fuck me. You want to ride my cock until you come, and then keep going until I come inside you.”

Leah’s heart leaped into her throat. Electricity buzzed over her skin, sparking every nerve ending until she thought she would explode. Need weighed in her gut. He was right. That was exactly what she wanted to do, but she had to prove that she was in control here, not him.

She walked to the side of the bed and started to untie one wrist. Immediately he reached out and grabbed at her breasts, cupping her, moving the pad of his thumb over her nipple. Ty ran his palm down the curve of her waist, nipping at the flesh of her hip, and moved between her legs, parting her lower lips with two fingers and using his middle one to take in how wet she was. He played with her, pressed his palm against the heat of her clit, and she thought her legs might give out. She took a step back.

“You know I could easily undo the other wrist now,” he said, keeping his eyes locked on hers.

“But you won’t,” she said.

“Why won’t I?”

“Because if you do then the test is over, and I
will
use my safe word.”

Ty smiled. “You
are
learning,” he acknowledged. “Okay, I’ll stay put. For now.”

“I’ve only released one hand because I want you to be able to touch me. It’s not for your pleasure, it’s for mine.”

“Ahh, I see.” He nodded, watching her as she climbed back onto the bed, nestling above his cock. She took his hand and pressed it to her chest. Reaching between her thighs, she used one hand to hold herself open as she slowly sank onto him, taking only his tip at first. He massaged the soft mound of her breast, and with every movement she sank a little lower.

“Touch me.” She whispered the command, but he did as he was told, sliding his hand down her body until his thumb was circling her clit. She took the rest of him inside her, sitting perfectly still, concentrating on the build-up of her orgasm.

He bucked his hips beneath her. Leah grabbed his hand and held it to her hip. “Each time you misbehave, you don’t get to touch. Now stay still.” She ground into him, reaching behind and cupping his balls in her palm, raking her nails over the sensitive skin of his scrotum, smiling as he reacted to her touch, shifting beneath her.

She opened her mouth and took a breath, biting on her lip as she exhaled, squeezing her eyes shut as she fought for control over her own build-up. God, he felt good buried deep inside her.

Ty reached for her buttocks, squeezing her as she rocked back and forth. “Shit…”

“Touch me,” she said again, opening her eyes, and he moved his hand back to her clit. He rubbed the bundle of nerves that sparked and throbbed under his touch. Leah felt her walls tighten, the intensity grew, and every muscle went into spasm as she reached her climax. She cried out, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding into him as she crashed over the edge. Falling forward, she kissed him, taking his tongue in her mouth and sucking on it, still circling her hips, trapping his hand between them.

A groan emanated from his throat. It vibrated through her. His cock throbbed inside her, restricted by her own orgasm. Leah relaxed, sitting up, lifting herself off him.

“Fuck, Leah, I need to come,” he barked, grabbing her hip and trying to force her down on him. “Make me come.” The harshness of his voice excited her.

She leaned over to his wrist and he took the opportunity to grab her breast, forcing it into his mouth, grazing his teeth over her sensitive flesh. Leah shuddered and was almost unable to release him. Her fingers shook and she struggled with the tie.

He pulled his head from her cleavage. “If you do that—”

“I know,” she said, tugging at the ribbon. He didn’t give her time to recover. As soon as he was free from the restraints, he took complete control, grabbing her waist and forcing her down on his cock, holding her in place. He growled and groaned and cried out as he exploded inside her, thrusting his hips up to meet hers.

Leah bent forward, pressing her lips to his, drinking in the scent of pure masculinity as he came with a severity she had never felt before.

Chapter Thirty-Two

He waited until they were both cleaned up before giving her a grade. B plus, he decided. She still had a lot to learn about control, and the correct use of restraints. He was hesitant in teaching her how to be so dominant—he’d only ever let Candice take control before, and that wasn’t something he was eager to revisit.

Hungry, Ty went to the kitchen and made a plate of sandwiches, and brought them back up to bed. Leah was already under the covers, her hair still damp and hanging in straight, dark strands over her shoulders.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had less than an A before.” She took the glass of water that he handed her and drained it. He wondered if her throat was as raw as his.

“I’ll help you with your homework.”

“And what is my homework?” She picked up a sandwich and bit into the soft white bread.

“I haven’t decided yet.” Ty slipped into the bed next to her, resting an arm behind her and leaning into the pillows. He felt utterly relaxed and spent. There was no way he was up for round two, even though the feel of her skin sparked some energy back into him.

“Is there a plan for tomorrow that involves me having to get dressed?”

He kissed her shoulder and contemplated the question. She smelled of his shampoo and shower gel. It would have been easy to say no and keep her in bed all day. Forcing himself from under the covers, he walked to the drawers and pulled out a pair of boxer shorts.

“Well?” she asked. By the time he turned around, she had finished the sandwich. She smiled, playing with the ends of her hair, taunting him.

His mobile rang from the bedside table. Leah leaned over, showing off the curve of her waist, and grabbed it, handing it to him. Ty walked back to the bed, but as his fingers touched the hard case, she pulled it back and grinned, holding it behind her back. He crawled over her, reaching for it. As he got closer, she pressed her lips to his. He wrapped his hand around hers, removing the phone from her grasp. It had stopped ringing.

Knees braced to either side of her thighs, he didn’t stop the kiss. He lifted his free hand and massaged her breast, rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “You are in big trouble later,” he said, moving away from her.

Leah grinned, and he realized that she had changed over the few weeks that had passed. She sat in his bed, blatantly flaunting her nudity… He blew out a heavy breath as he swiped at the phone’s screen and saw Craig’s number.

“Everything okay?” Leah frowned, her mouth screwed to one side.

“Yeah,” he said dismissively. “Just something I have to deal with.”

“Now?”

“I’ll be back as soon as I can,” he said, leaving her, alone, and naked.

* * * *

He should have been blissfully happy, but the returned phone call nagged in his mind. Leah had suggested they go to the coast for the day, get away from the city and take in some fresh sea air. With the sun centered in a clear sky, it was turning into a blistering hot day. Wearing a T-shirt and cargo shorts that came to just above his knees, most of him was safe, but the back of his neck was unprotected.

He rubbed a hand over the burning skin with one hand, watching as Leah walked a couple of steps ahead of him, kicking the ebbing waves as they washed over her naked feet. His fingers tightened around the straps of the sandals that he’d offered to hold for her. She looked back at him, the innocence in her smile surrounding him. For a brief moment, everything was okay.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, waiting for him to catch up.

“Nothing.” He forced a smile, wrapping an arm around her bare waist, the hem of her crop top just brushing over his skin. “Did you put sun cream on?”

“Yes, Dad,” she mocked, widening her eyes and laughing at him.

The icy water swirled around their ankles as the tide began to creep inward, still hours away from reaching its highest point. They were far enough away from the sea walls for locals to be only centimeters high. Several hungry gulls cried out, circling above them. Leah took hold of his hand and held it between them, fingers intertwined. She stopped and turned to face him. Standing on the tips of her toes, she pressed her lips against his before pulling away.

“I don’t know if you know this, but I’m a teacher. I work with teenagers. I know when someone is lying to me. It’s ingrained in me.”

Ty blew a breath out above her head, looking everywhere but at her face.

“What’s wrong?” she asked again. He lifted a hand and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“It’s Jerry…” He hesitated. She let go of his hand, her shoulders dropping as a short breath was exhaled. The smile disappeared behind a scowl. The gap between them grew.

“What’s the bastard done now?” Her annoyance was quickly turning to anger and Ty was glad that the children building sandcastles and couples strolling along the beach were well out of earshot.

“He’s in hospital.” He knew he shouldn’t care. After everything Jerry had put Leah through, he should have been glad that someone had put him there. He was glad. He was.

Laughter echoed around them, dancing with the call of the gulls and the ebbing of the tide.

“He was at Kiss-Kiss last night,” he said when she didn’t respond. “Dealing. There was a fight.”

“Sounds like a familiar story.” She started to walk back toward the crowds. “What’s it got to do with you?” He wasn’t sure how to answer. How did he explain that, as much as he hated Jerry for what he’d done, as much as he felt that all debts had been paid, there was still a hint of loyalty there? If not to Jerry, then to Craig.

“He’s in pretty bad shape. Craig thinks…” Ty took a quick breath.

“No,” she said before he could finish. “If he moves in, I’m out. I won’t live with that creep.” The walk turned into a march, her arms swinging back and forth as she tried to keep from sinking in the softening sand.

“Leah, wait.” He reached out and grabbed for her arm, missing by less than a hair’s width. “Just wait a minute!” Another grab and his fingers wrapped around her wrist, tugging her into him. “He’ll be in hospital for another week at least. I told Craig I’d go over to the club and speak to Candice.”

“Why?”

“The club are pressing charges.”

“Good.” She thrust her chin out, emphasizing her pleasure. “I hope they throw everything at him.”

“He’s not that bad,” Ty tried to argue, although he knew he was fighting a losing battle. She had every right and reason to hate Jerry, and he didn’t blame her one bit.

“Don’t,” she snapped. “Don’t defend him. He doesn’t deserve you. You don’t owe him anything. You’ve been a good friend, and he’s the one who keeps fucking it up.”

Ty glanced around them, in particular toward the young family who were watching their heated conversation and now dragging their children back into the safety of the curse-free world.

“I’m not defending him.”

“Yes, you are! You always do.” She lifted a hand, and for a second he wondered if she was going to slap the stupid out of him. She didn’t, though. Instead she placed it on his chest, and her fingers massaged his T-shirt. “Please don’t let him use you again.”

“I won’t,” he promised, taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles. “We’ll go and see Candice and see what she has to say. I doubt I’d be able to change her mind even if I wanted to, but I promised Craig I would talk to her.”