Chapter 17

Chapter

Seventeen

LAINEY

" S tay still," Bodhi told me. "I get to touch. I get to decide. All you do is get to feel."

The heat in that order sank into my bones. There was a fragile intensity to Bodhi in this moment. An intensity I wouldn't shy away from for anything in the world. He rarely asked me for anything. I found I would deny him nothing.

At the same time, the liquid desire in his voice held dark promise. One I wanted to embrace and ride until we were both spent. I licked my lips, even if my mouth had suddenly gone dry. "I'll stay still…"

"Remember," he whispered. "If you are ever uncomfortable, uncertain, or frightened… just say stop." The words looped around me like an embrace, fastening me securely to him in a way I didn't pretend to understand. The only thing important here was that he needed me.

"I'll just say stop," I repeated the earlier promise as he stroked his hand down my arm to my side, then over my hip. Softness marked his touch, the gliding contact familiar, and it offered comfort. Whether it was for him or for me, I wasn't sure and honestly, I didn't care. If he needed this then it was his.

"Good," he whispered finally and goosebumps erupted over my skin. My nipples went taut. "Because I'm going to make one of my fantasies come true."

One of his…

Heat flooded me at that declaration. His fantasy. He wanted his fantasy to come true. Tears filled my eyes as emotion clogged my throat. At the same time, liquid need unfurled within me as he continued to stroke his hands over my skin.

Everywhere he touched me turned electric. Bodhi never failed to delight me. With each and every interaction, he opened the door into himself wider. Nothing hidden. No place forbidden.

"I love you," I whispered, the emotion demanding to be let out. His soft chuckle was like a feather dusting over my senses. Then he pressed a kiss to my bare shoulder.

"I didn't even bring you shoes this time." The lightness in his statement was so at odds with the emotion drenching his tone that I was torn between laughter and tears.

"You brought me you—" I never finished the full thought because he swooped in to capture my mouth with his. The slow massage of his lips to mine sent a frisson of delight to splinter my thoughts.

He framed my face with his fingertips, the stroke of his thumb beneath my chin nudging my head back. The silkiness of the mask struck me as my eyes closed. Yet, the stroke of his tongue dipping in to tease mine deepened the sensuous nature of the kiss.

The fragile intensity in the kiss wasn't usually Bodhi's style. He'd always been so bold in our interactions. Normally, he seemed to take a near savage delight with how he could tease me right up to the edge before plunging us both over.

Keeping the contact light, he glided his hand down to my throat. The firmness of the way he collared me triggered me on such an erotic level, I had to gasp for a breath.

Dampness coated my thighs, but Bodhi didn't release my mouth. Every breath he allowed me to take came from him and the world fell away until all that remained was the two of us. He was my anchor in the darkness, his touch keeping me from drowning utterly even as he stroked his thumb over my pulse.

"Sweet Lainey B," he whispered against my mouth, every syllable punctuated with another hot caress of his tongue. "My sweet Lainey B…"

The possession in those words looped around me even more firmly than his hand on my throat. "Bodhi," I whispered back. "My Phillip."

A laugh bubbled out of me at the nip of his teeth to my lower lip. He really didn't like his given name and on some level, I understood. Yet, it was his name and he should be allowed to claim it for him and no one else.

"For you," he promised. "But only."

I smiled, then bit him back and his groan rolled along my spine like the tide coming in. "The perfect Trouble for me."

That earned me both, another searing kiss, as well as a stinging slap against my hip. The dichotomy between the dueling connections lit me up. Particularly when he flexed his hand around my throat and massaged the heat into my skin.

Pain had never been a kink of mine, or at least one I had been aware of, but these men… They brought out all the dark desires within me, both imagined and not.

I drifted as he devoured my mouth, content to meet his demanding kisses with the ferocity of my own hunger. Yet, even as he seemed to sate my need, he struck a match to a fresh fire within me.

I wanted everything .

I wanted to give him everything .

One by one, these men of mine had awoken a side of me that I never could have imagined. Now, I refused to live without them. They sharpened my protective instincts yet also provoked my need to surrender. Not because I had to, but because I could .

They didn't want to control me. They complemented me. They didn't want to own me, yet I would give myself to them body and soul. They did the same.

Bodhi was perfect for me and in this moment, suspended in this darkly sensual world, he was my everything.

Gradually, he pulled away and took my breath with him. A low sound escaped me. I couldn't really tell if it was a moan or a whimper. It was needy though.

"Shhh," he hummed the sound as he released my throat to trace a finger across my chest, drawing a line from one shoulder to the other. He didn't quite touch my breasts and yet my neck seemed almost painfully naked and too cold.

A shiver raced over my skin, pulling my nipples taut. He didn't dip his hand lower, just drawing lazy patterns down toward my breasts and up again until the tension locking up my shoulders released.

"That's my beautiful, sweet Lainey B," he murmured, the drift of his words adding another layer of fire to the path he drew particularly when he teased a new design around one of my nipples.

It puckered tighter and my cunt clenched. The lightness of his touch, coupled with the absence of his hand on my throat, left me vibrating with awareness of him.

When he extended to the torture to my other nipple, I pressed my shoulders back and leaned into the contact. All it succeeded in doing was making him chuckle and he lightened his touch to that of a ghost.

So. Frustrating.

Another sound escaped me, but his laughter was infectious. Because he was enjoying my reactions. Truth be told, as much as I ached for more, I savored every nuance of this—his fantasy.

Just when I'd grown accustomed to the feather light soft touches, he suddenly traced his tongue over one turgid tip. The unexpected contact sent a jolt through that only magnified when he blew a breath over the damp nipple. Heat flushed my chest and my face.

With my eyes hidden, I could almost imagine that I lit up like a blazing neon sign. Then he bit that nipple. The scrape of his teeth an erotic promise that had me swaying. Another nuzzling kiss, this one to the neglected nipple and he pulled it taut to his teeth.

A hiss of air escaped me as he sucked harder, tracing his tongue against the tip. His wandering hand dipped between my legs and I bucked at the single brush of his finger to my clit.

Need throbbed through me. The embarrassing sound I released disguised nothing of my reactions. I soaked his hand and I swore I could feel my pulse in my clit.

"I like you like this," he whispered against my breast. "Panting, needy, and so wet for me, it perfumes the air."

His hand left my slit even as he pulled back from my breast. The sound of light sucking followed by an hmmmm, sent another shudder through me. He was lapping me up from his fingers.

I could hear him, but not see him. The pleasure of witnessing his reactions a new torture in this assault on my senses.

"Are you still willing to let me play, Lainey B?"

"You can have me whatever way you want me." The stutter in my words only served to illustrate my point. I wanted him. I was fine with everything he needed.

Whatever everything was.

"I love you," he whispered, the simplicity of those words at odds with the dark emotion in his voice. Then, he added in a far more commanding tone, "What do you say if you need me to stop?"

I couldn't deny that tone even if I wanted to and I really didn't want to. "Stop."

"Good."

Then he was gone, his touch, his whispered words, even his breathing. I knelt there on the bed, chillier in his absence with my breasts aching and my body cold and yet flushed in the same moment.

Whispers of sound reached me. In the absolute quiet of the room, it was so loud. A part of my mind tried to track his movements. What was he doing? Why was he doing it? But only a part of my mind, the rest of me waited, anticipation curling in my belly.

Something exquisitely soft rubbed along my arm. A fresh wave of goosebumps spread out over my skin. It seemed even softer than the mask, if that was possible. Or maybe it was the fur lining that added to the sensation.

Either way, I sighed. A soft rip of velcro and then the softness wrapped around one wrist and sealed shut. Then the other. Head tilted, I tried to follow his movements.

He nudged me onto my side, then stroked a hand over my hip and along my flank until he wrapped another cuff around my right ankle. Then my left. Everywhere he touched me, he left a little trail of arousal that just seemed to build.

With careful hands, he pulled back up to my knees then there was something soft and silken wrapping around my throat. This didn't come with the rip of velcro, but instead the faintest of little clicks.

"An emerald?" The tease fell from my lips so easily and he chuckled.

"Emeralds do look beautiful on you, Buttercup. Even better when decorating something inside of you. This is different." He smoothed his hand over the collar—and it was very much a collar for how it hugged my throat like his hand did. There was something at the center, an oval-like object that was harder than the rest.

A cameo?

"Something special, for you." A whisper of a kiss over my lips. "But later… now, can I gag you?"

"With your cock?" The brief moment of silence before he let out a sharp, warm, and wonderful laugh made me grin.

"Tempting," he whispered, teasing his knuckles along my cheek. "So very tempting. But no, I want to gag you so that you can't speak. You will still be able to make sound, but no words. Is that alright with you?"

Head tilted, I didn't need long to consider my answer. It was right there. "Yes. Whatever you want."

"You will spoil me," he whispered against my ear and I shivered, not opposed to that idea at all.

The gag, as it turned out, proved a more challenging choice for him. He tried three before he settled on the last, it had a small ball in it that would let me bite down, but it didn't cut into the corners of my mouth and it actually fit comfortably. The fact it tasted a bit like strawberries and nothing like rubber also helped.

"Now, I know I said you had to say stop," he continued as something soft began to rub against my arm. "The gag will prevent you from speaking, so I need you to choose a sound that tells me to stop."

I considered that for a moment as he threaded what I presumed was rope around my chest, until he criss-crossed my breasts. It lifted and separated them. The snug fit was comfortable, even more so when he began drawing it down to my legs and in between them.

For a moment, I worried he was going to have me straddling it, but instead of sliding it along my slit, it wrapped against the inside of my thighs. There was something elegant and soothing about the way he wrapped me. I went from being on my knees, to on my feet, to my side, to my hands and knees.

There was something relaxing in the motion and letting him position me wherever he wanted. He hummed as he worked, checking with me periodically until he finally threaded his rope through loops on the wrists bands and the ankle ones then along my back.

I was well and truly tied up. I don't think I'd ever been this turned on before and he wasn't teasing or touching me more than necessary. Yet my cunt was soaking and I hadn't missed his happy little sound when he'd had his hands between my legs.

The scent was also unmistakable. If my nose wasn't wrong, he was no less turned on than I was. "You… look exquisite like this, Lainey B." The sheer pleasure in his voice sent hot tears to my eyes. "Perfection. Lovely. Powerful. Sweet. Utterly mine in every way… mine to love, mine to serve, and mine to enjoy."

My throat convulsed as he nuzzled kisses to my breasts. I was the perfect captive audience, upon which he lavished praise and adoration. He punctuated his kisses with nips, scrapes of his teeth, and long drawn out suction that sent pulses of pure need to my cunt.

A groan escaped him as he traced kisses against my shoulders, as he moved around behind me. The beauty of this was I had no control, none, and yet I wasn't worried. Bodhi had me. He would let nothing happen to me.

Well, nothing we both didn't want to have happen.

"Do you know the sound you will make for stop?" He asked, wrapping himself around me. The weight of his cock was right there against my ass. Oh, someone was as naked as I was and I'd missed it.

That was all right. This was what he needed.

I had thought about the sound I would make, but now, all the thoughts fled at the contact of his kisses along my shoulder. Then he rubbed his cheek and the hint of stubble there sent electric pulses through me. The prickles of contact skating over my skin and through my blood.

The ball gag made me drool more, but frankly I didn't care. I trilled a sound, it was lower, and vibrated from my throat. It wasn't a sound of a cry or a scream. It wasn't even a moan. It was a far more deliberate noise.

"Oh," he said, exhaling the syllable like it was everything he needed. "I like that… excellent. If you want me to stop, make that sound…"

I didn't even get to acknowledge it when there was a sudden hoisting and I wasn't on the bed anymore. Suddenly, all his loops and ties made sense. He was suspending me, like the exhibits in the museum tonight.

Suspended for his pleasure.

For mine.

The trembling came from my core, and the first brush of his cock had me moaning.

"Yes," he whispered. "Just like that… Mine to wreck, and to use, until we're both spent."

Then he thrust inside of me and the wracking orgasm took over. Thoughts scattered, obliterated in a wave of pure white bliss.

Everything honed down to the place where his body filled mine and to where he anchored me to the earth with his hands on my hips.

Flying… this was what it was like.

I was flying.

And Bodhi was soaring with me.