Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

Kindra

H e turns to me with a sheepish smile. I'm a bit shocked to find him at the lobby desk instead of the lounge where we agreed to meet. His choice of attire also surprises me.

The maroon shirt threatens to cut off the circulation to the entirety of his upper body, and the black sport shorts have officially usurped gray sweats in the Cock-Showcase Olympics. The man is packing a grenade launcher in those things, and I'm prepared to offer myself as sacrifice.

"Kindra, I'm terribly sorry," he says. "I've locked myself out of my room, and this nice lady at the desk refuses to make a copy of my key."

I flash the girl a cotton-candy grin. "Oh, that's okay. I'll just give the resort owners a call."

As I pull my cell phone from my pocket, the girl at the desk begins typing something into her keyboard.

"No need," she says. "Since you've confirmed that he's Ezra Carter, I'll get the key made right away."

I slip the phone back into my pocket. "Thanks, sweety. I'll let Cheryl know what an excellent employee you are at our next mimosa brunch."

The desk girl shuffles away to a back room, leaving me alone with Ezra.

"Thanks for that," he says as he runs his hand through his damp hair. "I'm so glad you know the owner. What a stroke of luck."

"Oh, I don't know any such person, but the resort owner waxes on about herself for about an hour in the intro video on the television. I just snagged some of the info I overheard while I was getting ready."

"Stunning and sly. What else will I learn about you this evening, Miss Amato?"

He eyes me with a smirk that turns my pussy into a Slip ‘n Slide, and his gaze assesses me as if he knows what I look like without any clothes on. If any other man looked at me this way, I'd eat him alive, but something tells me I'm the one on the menu tonight.

There is something to be said about a man who drips with natural masculine energy. Most men put on a front. They posture and parade around like gorillas when they're nothing more than kittens in costume. Ezra has no need for any of that. The beast within him lingers just below the surface, hiding behind his dark eyes and waiting to pounce.

The blonde scurries back to her post and holds a key card toward Ezra. He takes it with a nod, then turns to me.

"Would it be too much of a bother if I pop up to my room for a quick change? These are my brother's clothes, and I fear my bits will make an appearance the first time I dare to sit down."

His "bits" are already making an appearance, and I'm thoroughly enjoying the view.

"No bother at all," I say. "In fact, I'll come with, if that's okay?"

Like the devilish beast I pegged him as, he catches my meaning and offers another of those sinfully delicious smirks. There's no need for false pretenses. We didn't plan this evening so we could hang out and share a meal. The only things we want to share are our bodily fluids and a couple of orgasms.

Part of my brain still screams that this is a bad idea. I should spend this time preparing Cat for the island. She'll be as obvious as a pubic hair on a bar of soap if I'm not careful, and this is one short-and-curly I can't risk exposing. She could ruin everything.

But then I look back at Ezra, and all rationality evaporates. When will I have the chance to enjoy a one-night stand with someone as attractive as the man walking beside me? There's no risk of feelings or attachments. Just raw, primal need. It's pretty perfect.

We head toward the elevators, and I can practically feel the sexually charged energy bouncing between us. With one look as he presses the call button, he's turned my nipples into tiny pink pebbles held back by thin lace. The anticipation of what's to come is almost too much to bear.

The elevator doors glide open with a ding. We step inside, and as soon as he's pressed the button for his floor, he's on me.

His mouth meets mine with a hunger that sets my skin on fire. I'm caged between his arms as his body presses me against the mirrored wall. My fingers glide up his chest and wind around the back of his neck as his hands drop to the backs of my thighs. With little effort, he lifts me and wraps my legs around his waist.

I'm not exactly a svelte supermodel, so I'm surprised he's chosen to manhandle me like this. Surprised, but not at all disappointed.

"God, you smell incredible," he says as he lowers his mouth to my throat and nips the sensitive skin.

I tilt my head to give him more access, and he rewards me by massaging my pulse point with the tip of his well-muscled tongue. The power and precision behind that thing makes me want to rip off my clothes right now and shove his face between my legs.

If it weren't for the cameras I'm sure are hidden somewhere in here, I'd do exactly that.

The car begins to slow, and my stomach does a flip as the elevator settles on his floor. He lowers me to my feet, places his hand on the small of my back, and guides me toward his room.

Using his new room key, he unlocks the door, and we step inside. I expect a moment of awkward fumbling before we get back to what we were doing in the elevator, but this man is all calculated precision. His lips are on mine as soon as the door clicks shut behind him.

His hands find my hips. He grips my love handles as he guides me backward until my legs meet the edge of the bed. I sit, and only then does he pull his mouth from mine so that he can kneel in front of me. He lifts the hem of my shirt, nipping and licking the sensitive strip of skin just above the waistband of my shorts.

"Let me grab a condom," he whispers over my skin.

"I'm allergic to latex," I say. "If you're worried about kids, I have an implant. If you're worried about STDs, I suggest not seducing random women you meet at airports."

A low laugh rumbles out of him. "Fair point."

His fingers work to unfasten my shorts, and I'm glad I chose to venture out sans belt tonight. Every second without his mouth on my skin is torture.

He slides my shorts down my legs and gazes at my black lace panties with a look that turns my insides to molten lava.

"You're fucking perfect," he whispers against my thigh.

Men often say these things in the heat of the moment, but it's usually a desperate attempt to keep the woman engaged so that they can get off and get out. But Ezra's voice drips with sincerity and awe.

"Are you leaving your glasses on?" I ask.

"Take them off and miss seeing any of this? Absolutely not." He adjusts the tilted frames until they're situated back in their rightful place.

Yeah, it's a very good thing I'll never see him again after tonight, because I could see him becoming a big problem for me.

"Take off your shirt," he commands. "I want to see more of you."

Happy to oblige, I grip the hem of my top and pull it over my head. A low groan of approval rumbles from his chest as he eyes my nearly naked body.

"I want to taste every inch of you," he says as he leans forward and bites my inner thigh. He uses just enough pressure to send a jolt of pleasurable pain through my body. Then he stills and gazes up at me. "Can I tie you up?"

I've always been curious about bondage, but it's not something I've ever tried. Considering my line of work, warning sirens should be howling in my head, but my pussy has turned off the alarm system.

I nod.

He stands, putting me at eye level with his erection. I didn't feel any fear when he asked to tie me up, but seeing that thing up close has me a little nervous. I worry I'll be forced to tap out the moment he puts more than half of that monster inside me.

I don't have time to think about that, though, because he's brought a bag to the bed, and now he's binding my wrists above my head. Why does this man have a bag of ropes, and why do I hardly give a fuck as to why? He could be a fellow serial killer for all I know, and I'm his most willing victim.

"I can't wait to play with you," he says as he attaches the red rope to the post on the headboard. "You're going to be my little toy tonight. Are you okay with that?"

"What does that entail?" I ask.

He grips my hips and pushes me up the bed so that he can crawl between my legs. "It means I'll do whatever I want with your body. I'll give you pain, but I'll also give you pleasure. Can you trust me with that?"

I don't imagine I have much of a choice, now that I'm bound to the bed, but honestly, the hint of danger is turning me on more than I could have imagined.

"I trust you," I say as he drags his tongue across my thin panties.

"Good girl."

Without warning, he grabs me and flips me onto my stomach. His arm slides under my hips, and he raises me until my ass is in the air. He pulls my panties to the side and bites my ass cheek, alternating between painful nips and gentle licks. I squirm against the restraints.

"Be still or I'll have to punish you," he growls.

His palm cracks against my ass, and I cry out. I feel the sting of his strike long after his hand moves away, but he soothes the pain by rubbing the warm skin. Fabric rips as he tears my panties away, and I'm almost upset that he's just destroyed an expensive undergarment.

Then his head is beneath me. His glasses land on the bed, and all is forgiven when he says, "Sit on my face."

He doesn't have to tell me twice. I lower my hips, trying to give him some breathing room so that he doesn't suffocate, but it's not enough for him. His arms band around my thighs, pulling me down until my pussy creates a vacuum seal with his mouth.

My mind goes blank as he laves my clit with warmth and pressure. An occasional groan leaves his lips as he devours me, sending heavenly vibrations through my core. I fight the urge to grind on his face, because I fear he'll stop as punishment. The spanking I could handle, but I'll die if he pulls his mouth from me.

His nails dig into the small of my back, and my thighs begin to quiver. I can only hope I'm allowed to move while I'm coming, because I have a feeling I'll lose all control over my muscles.

"Fuck, I'm close," I whimper.

I don't know why women tell men when they're close, especially when being eaten out. It usually results in the man completely changing what he's been doing, which ruins the orgasm. But Ezra is a pro, and I never should have doubted him. He keeps that same pressure between my legs until I'm a shaking, shivering mess.

Unable to keep still any longer, my hips move of their own accord and grind my pussy against his mouth. He tightens his grip around my waist, pulling me down and keeping me in place as I come on his face.

Stars dance behind my eyes, and I'm pretty sure I lose consciousness for a few seconds. I bury my face in a pillow and moan through the waves of pleasure. My pussy spasms around nothing, and now I want him to fill me.

"Please fuck me," I beg. "I need you inside me."

He moves off the bed and turns me onto my back again. If my wrists hurt from the pressure, I can't tell. I'm numb from the explosive orgasm, and I can only feel my pulse throbbing between my legs. I can only feel the intense need to have him pound into me until I can't see, massive cock be damned.

He reaches over, picks up his discarded glasses, and puts them on his face as if he needs to see me clearly. Why is such a simple motion so fucking sexy? I've seen people put their glasses on a million times, but never with such villainous finesse.

He moves to my wrists and releases the rope. "Sit up and put your hands behind your back."

I do as he commands, and he removes my bra before securing my hands, then wrapping the rope around my chest. My breasts begin to swell from the pressure, but it's surprisingly pleasurable, especially when he closes his mouth around my nipple. The skin is so much more sensitive now.

"You're being such a good little toy," he says, then bites my breast.

My body jerks as a jolt of pain stabs through my chest, but I don't pull away. I want this. I want all of this. There's something so freeing about being bound and having all control taken away.

His hand cracks against the outside of my thigh. "Open your legs or I'll have to tie them up too. For tonight, I own you, and I want to see what belongs to me."

I keep my thighs pressed together, but not because I don't want him to fuck me. I just want him to tie my legs to the posts. It sounds hot as fuck, and I want him to thoroughly use me.

"Very well," he says with a smirk.

He stands and removes his shirt before digging through his bag of tricks. A light sweat slicks his chest. When he returns to the bed, he fastens a rope around each ankle, then places me exactly how he wants me before hoisting my legs as high and wide as they can go.

I didn't think this through. While I'm very secure about my body, I don't relish the idea of my asshole getting this much light. He doesn't seem to mind, though. He just pulls off his shorts, kneels before me on the bed, then leans over me, pressing the head of his cock against my dripping entrance.

"I'm going to use you now," he whispers into my ear. "Just remember to trust me."

He sits up and closes his hand around my throat, and I worry I've reached my limit. This is getting a little too David Carradine for me as he applies pressure to the side of my neck. Before I can open my mouth to voice my concerns, he grinds his hips forward and pushes inside me.

I'm not ashamed to admit I've shoved some questionable objects inside my pussy over the years. Don't we all experiment a little before we gain the courage to purchase a dildo? But nothing has ever filled me as completely as Ezra's cock.

With each slow pump of his hips, his grip tightens on my neck. He isn't cutting off my air, but I still feel a dizzying darkness creeping around the edge of my vision. If I have to die today, I suppose there are worse ways to go.

Just before I black out, he releases his hold and moves his hand to my pussy. He rubs my clit, massaging at a steady pace until another orgasm lingers on the brink of detonation.

"I can feel you getting close," he says. "Don't hold back. I want you to come on my cock. Give me what I demand, or I'll stop pleasing you."

Oh, fuck. Each gravelly word rushes straight between my legs and pushes me closer to the edge of oblivion, but the pressure of being made to come on command is too much.

"I can't," I moan. "Just keep fucking me. Please."

His free hand shoots toward my neck, and the blood choke resumes. "I won't let go until you come, so I suggest you figure it out."

A bolt of panic seizes my chest because he sounds really fucking serious. This doesn't feel like something kinky anymore. But for some strange reason, his threat is just the nudge I need. Right before I black out, I'm overcome with a full-body sensation like I've never felt.

Stars blaze across the ceiling, and the darkness gives way to a rush of blinding light. I want to scream that I'm coming, but my voice refuses to cooperate. Cries of pleasure fill the air on my next breath, but my mouth can't form words. With the way I'm tied up and quivering, I probably look like a trussed pig having a seizure, but I don't care. I've never experienced such an intense orgasm, and if I have to get tied up and choked to the point of hilarity to feel something so amazing, so be it.

Ezra also doesn't seem to mind. As my eyes focus once more, he releases my neck and I see him above me. Sweat glistens on his chest and forehead. Breath saws out of him as he continues pummeling my pussy, and a dark glint shines in his eyes.

He leans forward, bracing himself on powerful forearms as his thrusts stutter to a stop. His cock fills me so completely that I can feel each pulse as he comes inside me.

When he's fully spent, he sits up and begins untying my legs. I'm just as breathless as he is, and all I did was lie there and take it. He helps me into a sitting position and unties my wrists. My shoulders are going to ache for the next few days, but it's so worth it.

With my arms and legs finally free, I flop back on the bed and smile. "That was incredible," I say on an out breath. "I'm almost sad it's over. Could you hand me my clothes? I don't think I can walk."

Instead of gathering my things, he drops beside me on the bed. "Over? The night is still young, pet, and we have miles to go before we sleep."