He smirked, trying to look unimpressed even though his dick was about to break through his zipper. “That’s cheating, sweetheart.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said breezily. “This is doing nothing for me.”
He unbuckled his belt and slid it through the loops, making sure it snapped when he pulled it fully out. “Well, if you’re not going to play by the rules, then I don’t need to either.”
Her gaze jumped to the leather in his hand, a flicker of unease crossing her face. “What are you doing?”
He stalked over to the bed, taking his time, enjoying how warily she watched him. Two predators sizing each other up. Without giving her warning, he lifted her up and flipped her over. She let out a little sound of protest, but he had her hands behind her before she could offer much of a fight. He gripped her wrists in one hand and held her in place as he used the looped belt to flip her skirt up. Her wrists twitched in his grip, but she didn’t try to pull free. He smiled at the silent permission.
He dragged the warm leather over her ass, relishing the way she shivered. “Your scent’s filling the room, doc. One would think you might be begging for me to stripe you with this belt.”
“Fuck off.”
“That’s not the magic word.”
He lifted the belt and let it fall along the lower part of her ass, not too hard since they hadn’t played this way before but enough to make her feel the sting and make her skin go pink.
She gasped and her hips rocked back automatically…toward the belt, not away.
He licked his lips at the sight. He could give up pain play if Elle wasn’t into it, but her eager response had his engine revving. To be able to play these kinds of games with her, walk these lines, and know that they were both getting off on it…that was magic.
No, not magic, a miracle. A miracle to find it in someone like Elle, someone who he was just as drawn to outside the bedroom as he was in it. He’d never found both sides of his desires met in the same person.
He brought the belt down again, this time right above the first spot. She groaned into the mattress. That was all he needed to hear. He held her in place, wielded the leather in short bursts, and turned her ass pink all over. When she was writhing and cursing into the mattress, he leaned over and dragged his tongue along her heated skin, then bit.
“Son of a bitch.” The words were sharp but the tone was much more God, yes than insult.
He drew his fingers along the slippery flesh between her legs. “Beg me to fuck you, Elle. I can make that ache you’re feeling go away, can make that burn turn into something much more satisfying.”
“Who says I need you to take care of it?” she shot back.
He smiled and wrapped the belt around her wrists, binding her so he could release his grip on her. “Oh, you’d rather your narrow little fingers? Or maybe the good doctor has a toy supply. I bet you do.” He checked the tightness on the binding, making sure it was holding her but not cutting into her skin. “Now that I have you tied up, maybe I should check.”
“Stay out of my stuff, Cannon.”
He smiled. Still not a safe word. “Where would the good doctor keep her stash?” he wondered aloud, teasing her. “She’s too rude to let anyone sleep over, so she probably wouldn’t go through too much trouble to hide it.”
He went over to one bedside drawer, naming the contents as he went through. “A novel, batteries, a remote control…aww, a journal. I wonder if you’ve drawn hearts around my name.”
Elle turned her head his way, worry flashing across her face. “Not the journal.”
He could hear the change in tone, the lack of playfulness in it. He reached over and tapped her chin, getting her to look at him. “I was kidding. I wouldn’t do that to you. Got it?”
She swallowed hard. “Okay.”
“But these”—he pulled out a flesh-toned dildo/vibrator combo and a small bottle of lubricant—“these are exactly what I was looking for.”
Her gaze followed him as he walked around the bed and stopped behind her again. He ran his palm over her reddened skin, loving the shiver she gave him in return. Everything would be sensitive now, the tingling nerves making her aware of every part below her waist. He grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and positioned it under her hips.
“What are you doing?”
“You said you didn’t need me. I’m proving your point. You should be thankful. I’m agreeing with you.” He reached around her hips and angled the dildo inside her, pushing slowly and getting the small silicon attachment to press against her clit.
She hissed out a breath. He smiled, pleased with the response, and positioned the pillow so it’d hold the toy in place. Then, he turned it on.
“Fuck.” Her body gave a start as if she’d been shocked and her fingers curled into the sheets.
“Someone went for high voltage last time she got herself off.” He dialed the speed down. “Don’t want to rush you, doc. That’d make it too easy.”