Wynd Temptress Part 4

"But not right now," she said, looking him straight in the eye while she cradled him, rolling the defenseless sac along her palms. When she dropped her hand, he didn't know whether he sighed in relief or disappointment.

She walked around to his back. He was definitely uncomfortable with that and held his breath until he could figure out what she planned next.

"This isn't going to work," she grumbled.

What the h.e.l.l did that mean?

She stalked over to the kitchen and wrenched open drawers.

When she turned around, a medium sized carving knife gleamed in her hand. She started toward him. In a purely instinctive move, he jerked on his bound wrists in an attempt to protect his b.a.l.l.s. At the same time that he knew it was a meaningless threat.

Still, he kept a close eye on her. "What's that for?"

"I want to see more of you." She moved in back of him and slipped the knife under his collar. In one smooth movement, she slit the back of his s.h.i.+rt and then went to work on his sleeves. In minutes, sc.r.a.ps of his s.h.i.+rt littered the floor.

He stood stark naked before her, other than his pants that were stuck around his knees.

She made the same thorough examination of his back, tracing her palms over every chorded muscle until her small palms skimmed down his backside. He closed his eyes and almost gave it up.

"Not nearly so large here." He could hear the smile in her voice. "But definitely hard...and tight." When she squeezed one cheek, the breath left his lungs.

"You're a menace," he growled.

"Just give me the code and I'll end this torture."

Did he want that? He knew full well she intended to drive him to the brink and then stop until he gave her the d.a.m.ned code. But what she was doing felt so good he wanted it to last. And if he did give her the code, she'd run again and the Agency might not find her again for years.

He might not find her for years.

No way she'd get it out of him.

Warm flesh pressed against his back and hard nipples poked his skin. Oh G.o.d, if she stripped, he didn't know how he'd resist her. Her panties dropped at his ankles. He hoped the dress followed.

She moaned softly and rubbed her bare skin against him. "You smell delicious." She ran her lips and hands over his back, licking up his sweat, her tongue warm and wet as her bare tummy pressed into his backside. He could feel the soft tuft of hair tickling his skin.

She must have opened every last b.u.t.ton of her dress.

He had to close himself off. He was a psychic, for G.o.d's sake, of the highest level. He could turn off his emotions with unusual ease. And he had to remember that her erotic words were lies anyway, meant to drive him crazy. He doubted she thought him delicious.

But he couldn't forget, either, how wet she was for him when he had kissed her.

Her hands skimmed around to his front, shaping the hard muscle of his thighs and then cupping his b.a.l.l.s.

He hissed. "Cut it out, Jez."

"As soon as you give me what I want."

"How about if I give you what I want?" He cursed himself as soon as he said it. Any vulnerability she sensed would threaten what little control he had over her, but her tiny fingers felt so good fondling his b.a.l.l.s. One hand moved farther below and gently kneaded the sensitive root of his c.o.c.k. He buried the groan rumbling up his throat as she ma.s.saged and pressed beneath his b.a.l.l.s clear back to his a.s.s.

He swallowed hard, trying to hold back the seed building and filling him. But it was no use. It wept out the tip and dribbled along his length. He was so close to the edge he didn't dare let her know. Jesus, how could she not know? He was like a rocket s.h.i.+p about to launch.

That's what he'd do. Hold back until it was impossible and then relax suddenly. He would come before she realized what was happening. Two could play this game.

He tightened every muscle and could feel the sweat pour off his forehead.

"Oh," she sighed, moving one palm to his backside as she continued to ma.s.sage his root with the other. "You are so hard, everywhere." She slid one palm down to the muscle roping the back of his thighs.

"It isn't working, Jez," he said in his most controlled tone. "You can stroke me for hours and I'm not giving it up."

She chuckled deep in her throat. "Oh, I don't think so...Commander."

When she ran a wet tongue along his spine and then dropped to her knees, he prayed to all the G.o.ds to deliver him. He'd been tortured before. Stretched along a rack once, his body burned another time and even carved up during his last capture, and he'd not given up anything.

But this. She was kissing the small of his back now and stroking his backside. Then her lips followed her hands. She bit him. Light stinging bites on his b.u.t.tocks that drove him through the roof. He hissed under his breath.

"Hmmm..." Her lips hummed and vibrated as they traveled along his skin. His arousal throbbed painfully. "Still holding out, Commander?"

He didn't answer. But he was almost there. He relaxed every muscle in antic.i.p.ation of the pure pleasure that would pump through him any second. He closed his eyes and shuddered as her tongue laved where she bit, waiting for the next erotic bite.

She jumped up. "That's enough."

"What the?" He balled his fists and wrenched against every restraint like some caged animal trying to get at her, his erection as hard as ever. "Stop this, Jez, do you hear me?"

She was standing just beyond his reach, eyes smiling and moving over every aroused piece of his flesh. "You look positively...dangerous like that. But then..." Her lips quirked. "You're all tied up."

"Not for long," he growled, twisting and heaving with a vengeance, feeling like he could level the entire building if he got loose.

She dropped to her knees and cupped his aching b.a.l.l.s with one small palm. In half a second his traitorous c.o.c.k was throbbing to attention. Stupid appendage, he raged at it, needing every ounce of anger to resist her.

She licked the underside of his d.i.c.k with one tiny swipe of her tongue. He smothered a groan.

"Just how do you plan on escaping my tongue?"

"I've resisted torture by far more formidable foes than you."

She licked along his groin and then to his belly and traced along a thick scar. "So I see," she murmured, laving the ugly scar with a tenderness that killed him. Then her tongue swept down to his b.a.l.l.s and her small hand clasped his rod. He stifled a string of curses and held himself tight, for all the good it would do. She suckled gently, drawing one ball and then the other into her hot mouth as her thumb swept up to his slit and smoothed his pre-c.u.m all over his skin.

Jesus Christ! He couldn't give in to the pleasure, because she would just stop short until he gave her the code. He shut out the sound of her soft breathy moans as she suckled him and tried to estimate what the correlation coefficient would be of twenty-five trials with a standard deviation of 2.3.

"That's not going to work, Commander. And the answer is approximately .79." She lifted his b.a.l.l.s and licked him beneath, clear down to his root.

G.o.d d.a.m.ned...f.u.c.k! His brain was exploding, his body vibrating with need. Her tongue licked and pressed and then worked its way up over his b.a.l.l.s and over his rock hard c.o.c.k. Then she took him into the hot cavern of her mouth.

Pure hot pleasure consumed him. He threw back his neck to suppress a groan as he felt the full press of her tongue sliding along his vein as she deep-throated him. He willed himself not to look down and watch what she was doing, but he couldn't help himself.

When he saw her dark head nestled against his groin and his c.o.c.k buried inside her mouth he gave a violent jerk on his wrists, needing to sift his fingers through the soft waves of her hair. A shudder gripped him.

She drew slowly up and down his shaft, her tongue pressing too gently against his bulging vein. He was shaking. "Please, Jez," he groaned. She continued her slow, torturous pace. "Oh, G.o.d, please..." He was on fire, every nerve lit to a fevered pitch. Trickles of sweat dripped down his chest. He tried to thrust his hips, but she simply moved with him, allowing no friction to satisfy his driving need.

She curled her fingers beneath his b.a.l.l.s and sc.r.a.ped lightly along his root, just enough to promise heaven but not enough to deliver. One hand cupped his a.s.s, her fingers slipping between his crack and teasing him, driving him higher with no relief. It wouldn't matter where she stroked him, her touch was punis.h.i.+ng.

"Stop it," he growled, even though he knew it would do no good. She had him exactly where she wanted him. Begging, pleading with her.

She stopped.

She blinked up at him, and dropped her hands by her side, her beautiful face inches from his c.o.c.k. "Are you sure?"

He thrust his hips at her and thrashed in his bonds, wanting to mangle and destroy.

She jumped up and stepped back from him, watching, her mouth agape as he fought against the ropes.

She swallowed thickly.

"Get down on your hands and knees and finish me off. Now."

"No." She stepped back farther. "Not until you give me that code."

He railed against the ropes. For a minute they seemed to give. She looked startled and ran to the stove, bending over to adjust the knots. Her sweet bottom wriggled as she secured them. If he got free he'd f.u.c.k her so hard she wouldn't be able to walk for a week.

He wrenched with all his might at the rope while she struggled to tighten it, her lush bottom tilting up at him, torturing him beyond reason. He closed his mind to the thought that those lacey panties were at his feet. He could toss her skirt up and lick her from behind and then f.u.c.k her on all fours, pumping into her until she screamed and came over and over again. Until she thought she'd died.

While he growled and cursed, she glanced behind her, working quickly. The rope tightened.

She smiled. Then started toward him again.

"Do you know how sorry you'll be when I get free of these ropes?" he cursed at her. "I'll f.u.c.k you for days." He wrenched at the ropes securing his wrists, his body twisting, raw with rage. "I'll bite those luscious t.i.ts of yours until you're bleeding."

She blinked and stopped, too stricken to move. Good. Maybe if he scared the wits out of her she'd stop this, because he wasn't playing anymore. "If you don't get down on your knees and suck me off NOW, I'll spank you so hard you won't be able to sit for weeks. Now do it!"

She dropped gingerly and hesitated. "Do it," he growled.

She gave an anxious little breath and then licked delicately, torturously.

"Harder!"

Her tongue fluttered, teasing skin stretched so tight it burned.

"Jez, I'm warning you."

Her fingers plucked lightly at the small hairs on his b.a.l.l.s.

"Suck me, d.a.m.n it."

"Give me the code," she murmured softly.

He exploded with a string of expletives that he didn't even think he knew and that should have scared her to death, but she continued her relentless teasing. His body vibrated with need and rage all mixed together to create a relentless pounding l.u.s.t.

And then the breath left his lungs. It was no use. He couldn't do it. He couldn't resist her sweet mouth and he couldn't make her do anything while he was tied up. And if he didn't come, he was sure he would die.

"Okay, G.o.d d.a.m.n it, okay. I'll give you the code. Now suck me...hard, please."

She stroked his inner thighs. "The code?"

"Suck me."

She took him in her mouth and suckled gently.

"Harder."

She kept up a hot gentle pressure but no more and then slid a wet finger between the cheeks of his a.s.s and barely rested the soft pad of one wet finger on his bottom hole.

"Yes," he breathed, pus.h.i.+ng against her small finger.

Then all movement stopped.

"Okay," he ground through his teeth. "063-"

She pushed for entrance. He groaned deep in his throat when she sunk in to her first knuckle. A fierce shudder sliced through him. But still he was so primed that it wasn't enough.

"The rest," she mouthed, her tongue toying with his c.o.c.k too lightly for satisfaction.

"4089," he breathed.

She gave a hot pull with her lips around his shaft that sent him to heaven. One more and he'd go off. He was sweating now and shaking so badly he thought he'd collapse.

"Two more," she snapped and then licked.

How the h.e.l.l did she know that? But it made sense that she had figured it out. When she fooled around, the pad would have signaled an error every time she got to the ninth digit, letting her know that the code entered was incorrect.

"Get me to the edge, Jez, please, and I'll tell you."

She stopped and looked up at him. "How do I know you'll give me the right combination?"

"Please, Jez. I'm begging you." He thrust his hips at her. She looked him right in the eye and sunk deeper into his a.s.s. He closed his eyes with the sweet feel of it, his c.o.c.k bursting out of its skin. The pleasure seeping through his pores had every pulse point throbbing. She didn't move, all stimulation ceased. "You can trust me, Jez, please."

He looked at her, his eyes pleading while she stared up at him, her expression wary and her finger buried deep in his a.s.s, her lips barely grazing his quivering d.i.c.k.

She hesitated a moment and then seemed satisfied with his answer. She swallowed him whole, deep-throated him down to his root and suckled him. The pressure built swiftly, pounding up through him, his seed swelling and pus.h.i.+ng. Oh, G.o.d, she was good. His body tightened, vibrated, reached.

She stopped. "Tell me," she demanded.

"67, d.a.m.n it," he sputtered.

She squeezed his b.a.l.l.s just short of pain, bringing his body to a screeching halt.

His body rebelled, lurched, fought for a release that couldn't come.

His head pounded.