Bedding the Wrong Brother(62)
Hands shaking, he unbuttoned his pants and swept them off, along with his socks and shoes. When he was done, he crossed his arms over his chest, eyes half-hooded. “Now what?”
She stood and pointed to the chair she'd vacated. “Now you sit here. Put your hands behind your back.”
“Melina—”
“Do it.”
He sighed and sat down. Immediately, she straddled him, rubbing her sweet flesh against his dick, making him wet with her juices even as she raised up on her tiptoes, shoved her chest under his chin, and leaned forward to bind his wrists together. He bent his head to nuzzle her and breathe in her scent when it dawned on him that she wasn't using scarves but handcuffs. “What—”
He rattled the handcuffs, but she shook her head. She tauntingly held a key out to him. “Uh-uh. No tricks tonight, Rhys. It's just you and me. Remember how you said I tortured you? Well, I'm finding that one taste isn't enough for me. I want to torture you some more.”
He'd never been so pissed off and so turned on at the same time. Clenching his teeth, he reminded her, “You're due for some torturing yourself. More and more with each second that passes. Now, get these off me.”
“What's wrong? The magician can't get them off himself? Looks like you'll just have to take what I dish out.”
She sank to her knees in front of him, pushing apart his thighs, and positioned herself between them.
He tightened them around her warningly, not enough to hurt her but enough to let her know he wasn't playing. “Release me. Now, Melina. I'm not kidding.”
She moved her hands to the curve of his ass and dared to dip her finger into the crevice. Then she leaned down, looking up at him the whole time, and took him in her mouth. She ate him like she was starved for it. She licked him like he was an ice cream cone and she was burning up. She cupped his balls and raked her fingertips up the length of him even as she worked the tip of him with her tongue, alternately flicking him and then sucking him. She gave him head like she'd been doing it for years, seven days a week, twenty-four hours a day, practicing it time and again in preparation for this very moment so she could drive him utterly insane.
When his shouts of pleasure faded, she wiped her mouth, caught a drop of cum that had managed to elude her, then licked it off. He groaned, barely able to move, and not just because of the cuffs. “Kiss me,” he whispered, needing to be close to her. Needing something that he couldn't even name.
To his astonishment, she shook her head. Smoothing out her corset, she sauntered in her four-inch f*ck-me heels to the bathroom. When she returned, she was carrying a crop. His eyes widened in disbelief.
“I picked up a few other things while I was out.” She brought the crop down on her ass and pouted. “Maybe if you're a good boy, you can spank me later.”
It was all too much for him. The makeup. Her cool taunting. The way she refused to kiss him or give him an ounce of her softness. With a powerful surge, he stood. As he did, his bound hands slipped over the chair back and, in a move that left Melina gaping at him, he slipped his bound hands in front of him.
She blinked her eyes several times, as if she wasn't quite sure what had happened. “How'd you—”
“I guess you didn't know I was double-jointed. It's come in handy a time or two.” He held his arms out and pinned her with a furious glare. “Unlock them.”
She shook her head, backing away from him. When she bumped into the door, he grabbed her wrists in his hands and raised them above her head. Then, with a tug, he pulled her around and threw her onto the bed. He had her covered with his body and pinned down in less than three seconds.
“What the hell was that about?” he gritted out, trying to regain control even though his wrists were still manacled.
She struggled beneath him, her attempts to get away very real. “Unpredictability,” she spat. “I thought you'd like it.”
“The outfit I like. But not the makeup. Not the attitude. I don't want to f*ck a sexy stranger. I want to f*ck you. I f*cking love you, Melina. Don't you get that by now?”
The fight left her immediately, and tears filled her eyes. “What do you want from me? I'm trying to fit in. I'm trying to give you the excitement the other women in your life have given you.”
He clenched his teeth. “No one has given me what you have, Melina. No one. You make me feel things that no one else can. Right now, that includes making me f*cking furious, but I love you all the same. That's not going to change, and you don't have to change who you are because you're afraid it will.”