Chapter Eight
Katie lost all ability to breathe when Cain swept her up into his embrace and carried her from the rooftop garden. She caught glimpses of his harsh features as he passed quickly through the apartment. His green eye glittered like that of some wild animal on the hunt. Knowing she was the prey made her slightly nervous.
Cain was a huge man, and with a black leather patch over his left eye and his long black hair covering half of his face, he could easily be taken for a pirate. Picturing him in tight breeches and a leather vest swinging a cutlass on the deck of a ship was no problem. She wondered half hysterically if he’d make her walk the plank if she didn’t perform to his liking. The solid thud of him kicking a door closed behind him gave her a sense of finality. There was no going back now. And, truthfully, she didn’t think she wanted to.
Her legs were shaking as he released them and she clung to his shoulders for support. She was shivering both from fear and arousal. She suddenly realized that she’d put her sexuality in the deep freeze after the whole fiasco with Kent. Cain was the only man since then who’d been able to thaw her. The problem was he not only thawed her, he made her red-hot. That meant that Cain was becoming important to her. And, unfortunately, that gave him power over her.
His hands glided down her back and cupped her behind before pulling her closer and rubbing her against his rock-hard arousal. Her body responded instantly and she could feel the wetness and the ache between her legs. It didn’t seem to matter if she wanted to lose control to Cain. He was going to wrest it from her.
“I’m going to fuck you, then I’m going to make love to you,” he whispered in her ear as he bent to run his tongue around the edge. His tongue flicked inside her ear for a moment, and she shivered and clung to him.
“What’s the difference?” Desperately, she tried to retain control. But Cain was busily licking and nipping at her neck and she arched her throat back to give him better access.
“There is a difference, but you’ll like both,” he promised hotly. He pulled back and his eye glittered in the faint light from the window as he reached out and slid her sweater off. Tossing it over his shoulder, he tugged her silk shirt from the waistband of her pants. Not giving her any time to object, the shirt followed her sweater to the floor.
She stood there feeling vulnerable in her bra and slacks, but allowed him to look at her. Raising his hands to her bra, he covered the white lace with his hands, which looked big and rough next to the delicate fabric. Molding her breasts with his fingers, he teased the nipples through the fabric. They were hard nubs, aching for more. Pushing them more firmly into his hands, she silently begged for more.
“Yes,” he murmured as he unhooked the front clasp of her bra. He tugged it off and immediately reached for the waistband of her wool slacks. The zipper made a hissing noise as he lowered it and then dragged both her slacks and her panties down together.
Before she could contemplate her nakedness, he picked her up and sat her on the end of his bed. Boots, pants, and underwear were pulled away and she was left naked on the end of his bed.
“Beautiful,” he muttered as he stood back to look at her.
Her arms came up to cover her breasts in a reflexive action, but he wasn’t having any of that. “No, Katie.” Gently, he tugged her hands away. “I want to see your breasts.”
He urged her up further on the bed until her head was on the pillows and he was sitting next to her. Stroking his hands over her arms, he devoured her with his good eye. Taking his time, he ran his fingers lightly over her collarbone, dipping into the hollow just above it. Returning to the center of her chest, he drew a line with one finger to the point between her breasts. He made little circles with his finger, gradually expanding them until he was tracing a figure eight around her breasts, but not touching them.
Having his hands so close to her breasts but not touching them was torture, and she was sighed in relief when he finally palmed her breasts. He seemed enthralled as he shaped and squeezed them in his hands. Katie had never been well-endowed, but Cain made her feel like the sexiest woman on the face of the planet. He teased her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, seeming pleased when she moaned and arched her back in pleasure.
“Cain.” She reached for him, wanting him with her. It was a shock when he grabbed her hands, raised them over her head, and clasped them around two slats on the headboard. He wrapped them tightly around the hard wood, and he made sure she had a good grip before sliding his hands back down her arms.
“Don’t move your hands,” he whispered. “I want you to let me do whatever I want to you.” Leaning over he kissed her gently on the lips. Her hands came away from the headboard to hold him close, but he clasped them firmly and returned them to the headboard.
“We’ve been through this before. If you can’t do it on your own, I’ll have to help you.” He opened the drawer on the table next to the bed and withdrew a long black scarf. He teased her breasts with the end of the silk making her nipples pucker even tighter.
Katie knew what he was silently asking of her and she hesitated. Her only experience with this kind of game had been the other night in the park, and that had been incredibly intense. Only in her fantasies had she ever considered giving up control to a man by allowing him to tie her to the bed while he made love to her.
It was both frightening and arousing at the same time. Yet, there was an element of freedom in bondage. If she was tied to the bed, then she would have to accept whatever pleasure he allowed her. Everything was up to him. The only question was did she want to relinquish control to him again? Did she trust him enough to play this game again now that she understood what it entailed?
Cain watched her patiently as all her emotions played across her face. She knew he could tell when she’d made up her mind, as a small smile crossed his face before he reached up and carefully wrapped the silk around her wrists then the headboard. When he was finished, he stood. She tested the restraints, and though they weren’t tight, she was securely tied to the bed.
With her arms over her head, her breasts were thrust up as an offering to him. And Cain, he just stood back and surveyed her naked body like some satisfied sultan. His body was still, but incredibly tense and it was with some shock that she realized he was still completely dressed.
“Take off your clothes, Cain.” She wanted him in bed with her so she wouldn’t feel so vulnerable.
“Make me.” At her puzzled look, he elaborated. “Entice me. Spread your legs and show me you want me.” His voice was thick with desire. “Offer yourself to me.”
Katie struggled between her mounting desire and the fear of losing any more control to this dominant man. Something in his eyes almost pleaded with her to comply, as if he needed her to completely surrender to her desire for him.
Gathering her courage, she spread her legs wide apart and looked him straight in the eye. “Take off your clothes.”
“Wider,” he taunted.
Spreading her legs as wide as possible, she planted her feet on the mattress and arched her back. She was open wide to him now. He could see her sex glistening with arousal and waiting for him.
“Do you want me now?” she goaded him, wanting him as out of control as she was.
He swore savagely in the darkness and she heard the sound of a drawer being jerked open. Then came the sound of a packet being opened and a zipper being lowered. She knew he was sheathing himself in a condom, but he still was fully dressed.
Feeling wanton and bold, she taunted him with her womanly power. “I’m waiting,” she purred as she arched her hips again.
“Fuck, yes,” was his reply as he crawled up the bed and over her. Grabbing her knees with his hands, he held her wide open as he pushed his pulsing cock inside her.