Trista Ann Michaels (6 page)

“My surprise? I thought I was being punished.”

“Oh, trust me. You’ll definitely be punished.”

Her lips lifted in a half smile that made his stomach flip. She thought he was kidding her about the punishment. He could tell by the grin tugging at her mouth. She had such an adorable, sexy grin he wouldn’t be able to deny her anything. Thank God, she didn’t know that yet.

With a pat on her ass, he shoved her toward the bathroom. “Shower,” he repeated.

“Fine.” She sighed.

He watched the soft sway of her ass and grinned. This punishment thing was going to be fun. A lot of fun.

With a devilish snicker, the turned to the nightstand and began to rummage through it, looking for the flogger and anal toys he saw earlier. He also pulled out a tube of lubricant and headed into the bathroom. The showers were equipped with handcuffs, and even a blindfold hung from the ceiling, which he imagined would come in handy as well.

But first things first. And that was talking.

He set all his stuff on the counter by the sink and watched Sinclair as she bent forward and turned on the shower faucet. She straightened and put her hand under the stream, smiling slightly as the water began to warm.

God, she looked incredible. She had curves and dips and breasts that actually made his fingers twitch to touch them. They were a handful, just like she could sometimes be.

She glanced at him over her shoulder and her smile turned a little uncertain. He could definitely understand why. It had been their first time. They worked together. Most anyone would be a little uncertain. They hadn’t talked about the future or what happened when they left here.

They should. He wanted her to know he didn’t just want her here. He wanted her forever.

“We need to talk,” he said as he walked up behind her and pushed her into the shower.

He stepped in behind her, moving with her to the center of the large tile enclosure.

“What are we talking about?” She glanced up at him shyly.

“Condoms.”

“Ah,” she said with a nod.

“I’ve been tested and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since my last test and that was about three months ago. I also know you’re on the pill.”

Her brow creased into a frown. She opened her mouth to say something but he cut her off.

“I’ve seen you take them, I didn’t rummage through your purse.”

“Oh,” she replied softly, looking a little relieved. “Well. I’m tested every year as part of my exam with my OBGYN and I’m good. As for the pill, I haven’t missed any so we’re good there.” She sighed and shook her head. “This feels weird.”

Marcus chuckled and turned her so her back was to him. “Why does it feel weird?”

“I don’t know. It just does. I know it’s important and all, it just feels like we’re … I don’t know. It feels almost like a business discussion.”

Marcus squeezed her shoulders. “We should be able to talk about anything.” He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck. “No matter what it is.” He placed another kiss on her shoulder. “Now that we’ve talked about the safety thing and I no longer have to use those damn condoms.”

She glanced at him over her shoulder and her lips lifted slightly.

“We can now move on to the punishment.”

“You were serious about that?”

He smiled slightly as he pushed her forward toward the shower wall. He lifted her hands and placed her palms against the damp tile. He could feel the increase in her breathing as he pressed his chest against her back.

“Don’t move,” he whispered.

He released his hands from her wrists and grabbed the cuffs that hung from the ceiling. He gave them a gentle tug, lowering them to her wrist level. She glanced up and frowned.

“Marcus, what the hell are you doing?”

He placed one cuff around her wrist and clicked it shut. “Do you trust me?”

He waited for her answer, holding the other cuff against her forearm, but not actually putting it around her arm. She thought for a second or so, then nodded slowly. Marcus clicked the cuff closed and leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“You know I would never hurt you,” he whispered in her ear and she again nodded.

*

Sinclair wasn’t sure what to make of any of this. She’d never imagined she might like being tied up, but right now, her heart raced like a runaway train and not from fear. Did she really have some sort of weird bondage fetish? And how could she not have known that about herself?

To top that, how could she not have known Marcus had such a dominant streak? She liked it—a lot.

With her arms bound above her head and her breasts pressed against the cold damp tile, she could hardly move. With every breath she took her nipples brushed against the slick walls and she bit her lower lip at the wicked sensations cursing through her body.

Marcus brushed his hands down her arms, then lower along her spine to the flare of her hips. His touch was gentle but at the same time so sensual. It made her want to arch and purr. The shower began to fill with steam, which enveloped them in a foggy atmosphere that only added to the whole seductive scene.

Who would’ve imagined a shower could be so wicked? Not her, that’s for damn sure. Obviously, her sex life up to now had been quite boring. Marcus promised to liven it up and her heart skipped a beat as she imagined all the possibilities.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispered, then gave her ass a not-so-gentle tap.

She gasped at the sting that sent sharp pangs of pleasure to her core. She heard Marcus leave the shower and tried to turn her head to see what he was doing. Unfortunately, her position didn’t allow her much freedom of movement, so she sighed and gave up.

Cool air sped into the open door of the shower, blowing across her back and legs. She shivered as the sudden drop in temperature made goose bumps rise along her flesh, which interestingly added to the sensual feelings making her body tense.

She’d known Marcus a while now and although she didn’t know a lot about his life outside of their jobs, she did believe he wouldn’t hurt her. He stepped back into the shower and shut the door again, trapping the warm air and allowing the steam to, once again, collect around them.

He dropped some things on the floor of the shower where they landed with a clang. Something bumped against her foot. She looked down and raised an eyebrow at the two dildos. Two?

She again bit her lip, wondering just what he was up to. Punishment, she realized. That’s what he was up to. Her body shivered at the very thought.

“Cold?” he asked as he slid a soapy sponge over her back and hips.

“No.”

“Nervous?”

She swallowed. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Remember. I won’t hurt you. Even when I punish you, it will be pleasurable.”

“Then why punish?” she asked with curiosity.

“Because you have to do what I say and if I tell you not to come, you don’t come.”

“How can I stop that?”

“I’ll teach you. It’s all about control. Control of the situation and your own body.”

“If I’m tied up, I have no control,” she replied, slightly confused.

“You have more control than you think, Sinclair.”

He pushed the sponge between her legs and she sighed as he applied gentle pressure to her labia. He slid it upward between the cheeks of her ass. She gasped at how his touch there sent tingles up her spine.

“Nice,” he murmured. “I like how your hips follow my movements.”

Then they were even, for she liked how his touch made her feel. He again slid the sponge between her legs and pressed upward, pushing her to her toes. Sinclair sighed as he released the pressure and dropped the sponge to the floor.

Seconds later she felt warm water wash over her back and she sighed, realizing he used the small handheld sprayer to rinse the soap from her body. When he sprayed between her legs, she giggled at the tingling sensation against her clit, then moaned when he took it away.

“Enjoy the pleasure, but don’t let it control you,” he murmured as he set the sprayer aside.

Easier said than done.

“See how long you can prolong it,” he said.

Sinclair frowned. She liked the idea of prolonging it, but how could she possibly stop it? Orgasms had a mind of their own and definitely didn’t follow any sort of commands, at least in her experience.

From out of the blue, a sting across her hip made her catch her breath. She tried to glance behind her, but couldn’t turn her head enough. Marcus brought something up to her eye level for her to see and she gasped softly at what he held in his hand.

It looked like a small, short whip. It was black leather, with several strips falling from the handle. Is that what he’d hit her with?

“Trust me,” he whispered, before lowering the small whip and slashing it across the back of her legs.

She cried out at the sting, then leaned heavily against the tile as a wave of pleasure screamed through her so strong it almost buckled her knees. The water on her skin made the leather strips sting all the more and she had a feeling he knew that.

“That’s just a taste of what’s to come,” he murmured as he pressed her hips against the tile with his hands.

Chapter Eight

Sinclair held her breath as Marcus used his thumbs to spread the cheeks of her ass wide. He dipped them lower, brushing them through the cream leaking from her pussy. She rocked her hips back, trying to force them deeper. Unfortunately, he held them back, refusing to give her what she so desperately wanted.

In a move that made her tremble, he slid them upward and pressed one past the tight ring of resistance to her anal passage. Sinclair let out a tightly held breath as he pressed his thumb deep into her. She never imagined a touch there could be so erotic.

“The things I could do to you here,” he murmured in her ear, sending shivers of delight down her back.

He pressed his thumb in and out, teasing her, pleasuring her. She was shocked at the desire that ran rampant through her veins at what he was doing. Hard, wicked, smoldering desire she found harder and harder to control.

How was this punishment?

He pulled his thumb free and bent to retrieve something off the floor. Sinclair was so turned on at the moment, she wasn’t sure she cared. Her fingers clenched and dug into her palm as she waited, holding her breath for what he had planned.

He used his fingers to spread something cold between the cheeks of her ass and she moaned, shifted her hips backward toward his touch. His palm slapped the side of her bottom and she jumped.

“Be still,” he barked.

The deep, dark, commanding tone of his voice made her whole body quiver with excitement. Wow, she liked how he ordered her around.

“I’m trying,” she sighed as she pressed her cheek against the tile.

Marcus spread the lube into her anal passage and she bit her tongue to keep from crying out as the brief stretching pain morphed into a wicked pleasure.

When he placed the tip of a hard object at her opening, she stiffened, unsure she could take something so large.

“It’s the smaller one. It’s thin, easy to take. You’re not ready for the bigger one yet, or for me.”

She nodded and braced herself as he pressed the tip into her. Sinclair drew in a sharp breath as the toy stretched the tight ring and slid deeper. The movement pressed against her vagina from the opposite side, creating an unusual sensation of pleasure that made her want to purr.

“Ah, that’s it,” Marcus whispered as he pressed the toy deep.

He moved his hand between her legs and cupped her pussy. Her knees bent slightly, trying to get a more firm touch against her aching mound. Unfortunately, he must’ve anticipated that move for as she went lower, he pulled back, leaving her wanting.

“Marcus,” she hissed.

He slapped her ass again and she squealed at the shocking white hot light of pleasure that made her heart skip a beat.

“You’ll come when I tell you to,” he said. “And not before. Understood?”

She swallowed and nodded, shocked at how his highhanded treatment was making her feel.

“Are your arms okay?” he asked as he massaged her muscles. “I can lower them if you need me to.”

She shook her head since she actually liked being bound like this. She liked the feel of her breasts against the tile and the total helplessness. This was nuts. She was nuts. She really needed to have a serious talk with a shrink when she left here.

That’s it
, she told herself.
Think about shrinks. Think about telling her or him your crazy desires and thoughts. Think about anything other than Marcus’s hands as they slide down your body, the way your pussy throbs for release, the way your anal muscles contract around the toy. Oh, God. This is going to be hard. Really, really hard.

“That’s my girl,” he cooed. “And you
are
my girl, Sinclair. All mine.”

He kissed the side of her neck. She shivered, despite the warm water and steam surrounding her. He moved away and she moaned at the loss of his warmth against her back. The flogger whipped against her ass and she gasped at the sudden shock to her flesh.

That would leave a mark.

But marks on her skin were the last thing on her mind as the leather slashed against her flesh again, this time on the other side. The pleasure pain combo sent her senses into overdrive. It was shocking how the pain increased her pleasure and made her pussy walls tighten and throb.

She put her forehead against the tiles and clenched her teeth to keep from screaming. If she let herself go, she’d lose it and come for sure. How long would he make her do this? How long would he make her hold out before she couldn’t anymore?

This was the punishment, she realized as the flogger snapped just below her ribs. To get her so crazy, so wild, but not let her come. She moaned and arched her back. The move forced her breasts to flatten against the tiles. She moved slightly, massaging them against the wall, envisioning Marcus’s hands squeezing them.

She was so close and came ever closer with every slap of the flogger against her flesh. She moved her ass out and screamed as Marcus slapped at it with his palm, then the flogger. Every part of her body began to shake with the force of holding back. She could no longer keep quiet. She screamed and moaned with every flick of the leather against her skin.