Page 37 of Renegade
She looks back at me from over her shoulder, her eyes flashing with defiance. “I can handle whatever you’ve got, Kinkaid.”
I close the distance between us and take her chin in my hand. “Is that right?”
Her gaze meets mine. “Damn straight.”
I can’t help it. I kiss her. Or, more accurately, I devour her, desperate for the taste of that sassy mouth, those full lips, her tongue stroking mine. As we kiss, I slowly press her backward to the edge of the bed. With one last nip of her bottom lip, I lift her and toss her onto the mattress. She squeaks with surprise.
“Get on your hands and knees.” I snap out the order. I pause, watching as she follows my directions, my cock throbbing at her sensual movements. “Now wait for me like a good girl.”
I turn around before she can catch me grinning. I can just imagine the smoke coming out of her ears. I pull off my T-shirt and then dig through my bag, finally finding the biker bandanna I bought at the shop where I rented the Harley to keep the wind off my face while I rode. Coming back over to the bed, I slip the bandanna over her head, adjusting it so that it’s completely covering her eyes. Leaving her there, I take my time unbuckling and removing my belt, making sure I stand close enough so that she can hear thewhooshas it clears the loops of my jeans and wonder what I’m about to do. I wait a few minutes, letting her anticipation build. Then I slowly drag the end of the belt over her gorgeous, bare ass. She shudders. I do it again, and then one more time, loving the sharp little intake of breath she takes each time the leather caresses her bottom. She wiggles her hips provocatively, baiting me, and I pop her ass lightly with the tip. She curses, but her voice is husky. Time to take things to the next level.
“Sit up on your knees and scoot forward. A little more. Good. Now, grab the headboard.”
She obeys wordlessly. Taking the belt, I wrap it around her wrists and fasten it tightly. Then, using a carabiner clip from my backpack, I secure the belt by its buckle to the ornate carving at the center of the headboard. She tugs experimentally, but it’s obvious she’s not going anywhere.
I sit down next to her, taking a minute to fully appreciate the sight of the gorgeous naked woman bound and on her knees next to me, her pale skin glowing in the firelight. She’s beautiful. How the fuck did we get here?
Reaching up, I outline her lips gently with my forefinger, then trace a straight line down her body, over the column of her throat—where I can feel her swallow hard—between her breasts, and across her flat abdomen, stopping just above her mound. She squirms with anticipation, and I know exactly how a lion feels when he toys with a mouse.
“Whatever am I going to do with you, all tied up and naked on the bed?”
Gemma wriggles a little. “You could give me another one of those amazing orgasms you specialize in.”
I lazily move back up her torso, trailing my finger around her breasts. Mesmerized, I watch her nipples pucker as I get closer and closer to them with each figure eight I draw. “I don’t think so. Last night I make you come. Tonight, I think I’ll make you wait. Train you in self-control and obedience.”
She makes a face at the word, and I can’t help but smile. I knew it. There’s no way she’d ever be happy with a man like Declan. He wouldn’t appreciate her fire.
“Last night was probably a fluke. I bet you can’t do it again anyway.”
“Nice tactic, sweetheart, but it’s not going to work. And in case you haven’t noticed, you’re the one tied up, not me, so what you want doesn’t really matter.”
She huffs indignantly, but her chest is rising and falling a little faster. It’s false bravado at its finest. She’s as turned on as I am. Abandoning her breasts, I stroke both of my hands leisurely down her torso and over her ass, giving each cheek a squeeze. She looks beautiful with her arms bound above her, her body naked and available for whatever I want to do. The blindfold only adds to her vulnerability, and her lips are parted slightly in anticipation. Fuck. I could get used to this domination shit.
I lean over and pull a rose out of the small bouquet on the nightstand. I hold it up to her nose, and she inhales deeply, breathing in the sweet scent. I skim the soft petals over her skin, following the path my fingers took just minutes ago—over her throat, between her breasts, then lower…tickling her ribs before moving down to tease her hip bones. She moans softly, her back arching as she pushes her breasts forward in an unconscious plea for attention.
Starting where her wrists are bound by the belt, I move the rose down the tender, faintly blue-veined skin of her inner arm, over the sweet little hollow of her underarm, and across the gentle swell of her firm breasts. I swirl the flower over one breast and then the other, the soft petals brushing over her nipples, making them tighten even more. Then I move to her other arm and do it all again. When I reach her breasts this time, she’s squirming deliciously.
“Spread your legs.”
Her breath hitches at the raw command, but she widens her stance. The position makes her ass stick out provocatively, and I can see her sweet pussy is already glistening. My groin tightens.
Lifting her luscious auburn hair, I tickle the back of her neck with the flower, then let my tongue follow the path of the petals before I close my mouth over the side of her neck in a half kiss, half bite. This time, a throaty sigh accompanies her shudder.
I wield the rose like it’s a paintbrush and her soft, pale skin is my canvas, brushing it over her shoulders, her back, down to her ass, and over the creamy backs of her thighs, the petals leaving a pink flush of arousal in their wake. Moving lower, I trail the rose from the inside of one knee up across her inner thigh, stopping to tease the lips of her pussy lightly with the soft petals. She’s trembling with need now.
“Touch me, Walker. Please.”
I smack her ass, harder this time, and she gasps. But when I trail the rose over her slit this time, it carries a trail of wetness.
“I didn’t say you could speak. I’ll touch you when I’m good and ready.”
Her lips draw together in an adorable pout, and my cock throbs. I want nothing more than to bite that luscious bottom lip. Instead, I tease her pouty mouth with a brush of the rose.
“Can you taste yourself, sweetheart?”
“Bastard.”
It’s a good thing she’s blindfolded and can’t see my grin. It’s probably very undominant to let her see how much I love her sassy mouth, and how much more fun it is to play with her as a result of it. I make atskingnoise as I trail the rose back down over her arm. I stop at that sweet spot on her side where her breast begins to swell and press the stem lightly into her flesh so that she can feel the prick of the thick thorn. She’s panting slightly, but she doesn’t say anything else. I drag the rose down the length of her body with the stem now, letting her feel the gentle scrape of the thorns this time as they travel the same path the petals just traversed.
