Chapter Thirteen

Admissions and Antagonisms

Tucker

"I like that." There seemed little point in lying to Ella. "I like you being nervous." He grinned at the confession, pushing back those loose strands of her hair that seemed intent to settle over her face.

"Just like you liked tying me up?" Her eyes widened as if she couldn't believe she'd asked, but the words were out there, flying around the cabin—and they weren't going away.

"Yes," he admitted. "Just like that. I've always liked binding women during sex. You just make it even more pleasurable, Ella."

She pressed her lips together at the compliment, as though she was unsure how to receive it.

"And the spanking, sir?" Her breaths were coming faster again, the air hot against his balls when she glanced back to his swelling shaft.

Tucker couldn't help his growing arousal. Just being around her naked body was intoxicating. Even when he'd played the field and fucked several women a night, he couldn't recall this type of relaxed conversation between orgasms. Women had always been disposable pleasures to him. Meaningless conquests in pursuit of gratification.

Until Ella.

"Yes, the spanking." His fingers cradled her chin, guiding her gaze back to his. "I'm rather partial to taking a woman over my lap and spanking her when she knows she deserves it."

"But, I didn't—"

"Don't." His hand slipped, silencing her denial with a finger to her lips. "Don't lie to me, little girl. You did deserve it, and I know how much being punished turns you on. I've been there with you, remember…"

"I'm not denying I enjoyed some of it." She whispered the words around his finger, her reddening face suggesting that was another lie.

Not some of it, Ella. All of it.

"Good." Removing the finger, he gestured to his developing hard-on. "Because even the memory of chastising you appears to have turned me on again."

"Oh." She peered up at him with mischief in her eyes. "Need me to take care of that for you, sir?"

"Yes." That was one offer he wasn't going to refuse. He still wanted her, and her delectable mouth was the perfect place to start.

Tucker was no fool. He knew the first moment their bubble of lust was pierced, all of this would be over. Ella would shift back into the wildcat he'd come to know and would be looking for another escape route. They'd be back to their seemingly perpetual game of cat and mouse. But until then, he intended to relish every moment of her heated skin and tempting holes.

Being around Ella and building the undeniable chemistry they shared had reminded him of the man he'd used to be when he'd wanted regular pussy, and getting it had been easy. When he, Bennett, and the other morons they socialized with had been kings with total control over everything they surveyed—including women—life had taken on a type of immoral simplicity.

Tucker thought he'd left that person behind him when he departed from the military, but having her there with him had stirred his old demons. They swished their tails inside him, whispering dark words into his ears until he could articulate the thing he'd missed even more than the sex…

The power.

He liked having that power over her. He guessed he'd always liked it with the others, too, and that while the sex might have been shallow and meaningless, those interactions had buoyed him with the kind of confidence he'd often failed to find elsewhere. Jeez, he hadn't even felt so alive when he'd worked as a sniper and was paid to wipe out the bad guys.

The thought was resonant. If anyone was the bad guy around there, it was him.

"Let me help you clean up first, sir." She signaled to the bowls of water he kept by the fireplace, his attention flitting fleetingly to acknowledge the roaring flames. "You screwed my ass, so I don't want to use my mouth until I've washed you."

"Fuck that." He realized he was smirking as he denied her request, although there was no decent reason to do so. He understood her logic well enough, and a part of him—the nice guy—wanted to agree to the idea, but something about the idea of making her take him as he was, was just too fucking hot. He couldn't see any obvious evidence of dirt from their last session, but if there was any, it would be her pretty mouth that took care of it for him. "Get down there and clean me, little girl." Reaching behind her head, he pushed her toward the crown of his cock.

"No!" She fought him with every ounce of her energy, pushing against the bed and his thigh to resist, but being so much smaller than him meant there was only ever going to be one outcome. Perhaps she just needed a reminder of who was in charge. "Just let me—"

Her plea was ended as he shoved his shaft past her lips and gagged her with it. Limbs flailing around her, she scratched at his inner thigh as she attempted to break free from his iron grasp.

"Ouch!" He hauled her up by the hair, leaving her gasping as a trail of her drool landed by his knee. "That hurt, little girl."

"Good!" she spat, trying to wiggle from his grip. "I can't believe you just made me..."

"Wrong answer." Cutting her off again, he dragged her from the bed and drove her to her knees. She went with a shriek, her eyes wild as she glared between his face and his cock. "You're going to give me what I want."

"I would have done." Seething anger radiated from her in waves. "If you'd have just let me clean you first."

"My cock is clean." He motioned toward the organ straining to be back inside of her. "And if it's not, then it's your mouth's job to make it so."

"That's disgusting!" she protested as he backed her toward his headboard. "It's basic hygiene, Tucker."

"Know what?" He yanked her arms in the direction of the waiting silk tie, effectively pinning her in place with his body while he reached for the silk. "You talk too much, little girl."

"What?"

She sounded outraged as she glowered from the floor, apparently so keen to try to get to her feet that she failed to notice the moment he slipped one, then her second wrist into the waiting bondage and tightened the fabric around them. In less than a minute, she was forced to her knees and bound to the post of his bed.

"You heard me."

Taking a step away, he stared down at her and fisted his cock. He couldn't recall being so turned-on by anyone before. Not even the strippers in Vegas with the perfect figures and tantalizing tits. Ella was a flawless combination of gutsy and yielding. She swung from anger to surrender in a matter of seconds, then veered right back again. At the rate she was provoking, he doubted he'd ever let her go far from his bed again.

"No!" Pulling hard against the binds, she thrashed her head right and left as furious tears burned in her eyes. "You've fucking bound me again."

"You need to settle down." He caught her hair in his hand and held her steady. Blinking back emotion, she looked to be caught between rage and rapture. "And remember what you're here for."

"Fuck you!"

There was the venom in her voice, the spite he'd sought when he'd tackled her and secured her to his bedstead. He'd fuck that malice out of her just as soon as he got the chance.

"Definitely. Talks. Too. Much." He punctuated each word as his free hand moved to her face and stroked her skin. "I know you want to suck my dick, so be a good girl and just give in."

"No chance," she growled as she eyed his cocktip. "If you bring that near me again, I'll fucking bite it off!"

"Not very nice." He shook his head, feigning disappointment. "I guess you need some time to cool down."

Striding to the other end of the bed, he grabbed the waiting tie that had held her left arm so wonderfully while he'd screwed her backside and unraveled it from the wood. Her gaze was fixed on him as he returned, her eyes conveying loathing, desire, and fear in what seemed like equal measure.

"Here." He wound the end of the tie around her tresses and created an impromptu ponytail.

"What are you doing?" she panted, her gaze large as she tried to understand his intentions.

"Helping you to cool down, little girl." Christ, she was fucking adorable when she was helpless. Tucker would never be able to get enough of her.

The edge of his shaft grazed her cheek as he pressed past her and tugged the remainder of the tie around the same wooden post that had secured her wrists. The latest bondage pinned her head in the perfect position for his cock, ensuring that whenever he needed to use her, she'd be there, ready and waiting.

"What?" She tried to turn her head, realizing her fate. "No!" She was practically hyperventilating. "No, you can't leave me like this! I can't move!"

"That's the point, little girl." He chuckled at her dismay, aware of how his cock hardened with each breathy mewl. "I'm going to have that pretty mouth, but until you're ready for me, I'll just use you like this."

Standing astride her, his hand closed around the base of his shaft and gradually eased himself toward what he already knew would be an epic climax. Compelled to her knees, Ella was as hot as sin. Her writhing body and the string of expletives that left her lips only heightened his arousal. Ella had thought she could take control, but Tucker had already told her the only rule she ever needed to learn. It was only a shame she hadn't been paying attention.

He was the one in charge.

He always would be.

As the first spurts of his pleasure burst from his dick and landed on the bridge of her nose, he roared with primal triumph.

"You'll stay here until you're ready to clean me properly." He leaned against the nearby wall for support as he growled the words. "Until then, I'll come over you as often as I like."