The Golden Pecker Page 7
Andi glared, then pointed to the locker room. “Your clothes aren’t even in there,” she said. “So, you can wait out here while I go get changed.”
“Or,” I said. “We could cross an item off William’s list. You’d be that much closer to getting me out of your hair.”
She lifted her big, doe eyes to mine, and I was completely taken off guard by how fucking hot her hesitation made me. I’d expected cold refusal. Instead, I saw a battle waging behind those eyes.
“Which item, exactly?” she asked slowly. “Because I don’t remember anything on the list about you watching me change clothes.”
“Bondage.”
She laughed, then took a step back. “That sounds like a horrible idea.” She shook her head more firmly, as if she was convincing herself now. “Very bad idea.”
“I thought you wanted to finish the list.”
“I do. But here? I was thinking at the club or something.”
I should have given it up. The truth was I’d be able to take things much further in my element. Here, I’d need to show much more restraint. But I’d been walking a thin line for what felt like hours. I had almost taken the kiss I wanted. Almost. I knew I needed something, or I was going to lose my damn mind. “What if I promise I won’t lay a finger on you?”
She paused. “So, you’d just tie me up and… what, stand there?”
“Something like that,” I said with a casual shrug.
“And I can keep my clothes on?”
“Your swimsuit will work. But it won’t count if you get dressed again.”
She gave me a skeptical look. “I don’t remember hearing Grandpa Willy say anything about a dress code.”
“There’s a reason he entrusted me to see you through this list. I understand the purpose of each item on the list, and as your—” I had to stop myself. I was about to say, “as your dom.” I was not Andi’s dom. I wasn’t even her friend. I was her… Shit. I didn’t even know what to call this. I was the executor of her grandfather’s will, and I was entrusted with giving her a taste of BDSM. “As the person William trusted to do this, I’m obligated to make sure it gets done right.”
She looked up, sighed, and then fixed her eyes back on mine. “Fine. You’ve already had plenty of chances to ogle me in my swimsuit as it is, I guess.”
I pushed open the door to the locker room and gestured. “After you.”
Andi slowly walked past me, and even after an hour in the saltwater, I could still pick up a hint of her shampoo. I couldn’t be sure if it was intentional, but her hip grazed against me as she walked in. The innocent contact felt like yet another tease—another subtle invitation for more that I knew I shouldn’t take.
When I turned to follow her, my gaze fell to her ass, which was practically begging for the palm of my hand. She looked over her shoulder and caught me looking. “You know,” she said, turning to back pedal toward her locker. “The more time I spend around you, the surer I am that you’re just trying to get into my pants.”
“I’ve never understood that phrase.” I kept walking until she was forced to back into the locker. Her breath caught when I stopped advancing just inches from her, forcing her to tilt her chin up to look into my eyes. “It’d be a pretty strange fetish to want to be inside your pants. Especially considering your pants are in here,” I said, tapping the locker. “Most men would probably be more interested in what’s right in front of them.”
“A pair of healthy knees ready to slam into their balls?” she suggested.
I chuckled. “I’ve been wanting to see what you look like with a little of your bite taken away ever since your first smart-ass comment. Give me your hands.”
She hesitated just long enough to remind me that she was still stubborn but stuck her wrists out.
I paused. “Actually, I’m going to need your top, unless you see something else that I could use to tie your hands.”
She lowered her hands to plant them on her hips. “Nice try, but I think this will do.” Andi pulled at the waistband of my board shorts and tugged on the drawstring, undoing the knot. I watched, oddly fascinated to see her hands working at my waistband I wondered if she noticed that her tugging was pulling the fabric away from my body enough that she could’ve had an eyeful if she wanted. She had to have seen I was already hard. My dick was pressing against the board shorts just inches from her hand, and just as she was finishing up, her finger brushed against it.
I heard her suck in a quiet breath, but she kept her eyes down.
I grinned, plucking the string from her fingertips. “This will do,” I said.
I tied a careful knot around her wrists—one that wouldn’t tighten itself if she struggled. I made sure it was snug enough to keep her from sliding her hands free, but not so tight that it’d leave a mark. Then I hooked the other end of it through the grate in the locker behind her and tied that off as well.
I took a step back to admire my work. Andi was watching me with an unimpressed look on her face and both arms over her head. Her top was also getting pulled up enough that I could see just the faintest hint of her pale breasts sticking out from the bottom.
“Wow,” she said sarcastically. “This is life changing. Now I don’t have to wonder what it’s like when you get a wedgie and can’t fix it.”
I looked around the locker room and found a thin towel. I grabbed it, then walked back toward her. “Stay still,” I commanded. I carefully tied the towel around her eyes.
“Bondage is about more than simply being tied up,” I said. I greedily admired her as she stood there on display for me, arms outstretched and chest rising and falling. She had perfectly smooth legs with just the right amount of tone. “It’s about learning to embrace submission.”
“I’m not exactly the submissive type,” Andi said. “Frankly, I think history is full of women who should’ve been kicking more men in the balls and speaking up. Being a submissive just feels like an insult to their memory. Besides, I’m—”
“Stop talking and listen,” I said. I let my voice be just firm enough to cut her off and remind her of her position. “This isn’t submitting in some sort of political sense.” I ran my eyes down her stomach, lingering on her belly button, which was stretched into a thin, vertical line. “It’s about power. It’s about learning that it takes more strength to let go than it does to grab control.”
“False. Have you ever seen Cliffhanger? Pretty sure any weakling could let go and—”
“Enough,” I snapped. I wasn’t sure if I should laugh or groan in frustration. Was there really no point where Andi would start taking this seriously? I leaned in close and lowered my voice to a whisper. “Let go,” I said. “Give your trust to me, and I’ll give you an experience you could never imagine.”
“I have a pretty good imagination,” she whispered back with a playful edge to her voice.
Despite my obviously growing interest in the woman, I had planned to keep this encounter relatively tame. But her complete refusal to be serious was driving me to my limits.
“You think this is a joke, don’t you?” I asked.
“No. I mean, I’ve got a towel over my head and my hands are tied together by your swimsuit drawstring. I’d say things are highly serious right now.”
“Then there’d be no danger in letting me stretch the rules?”
“Uh, how so?” she asked slowly.
“I won’t lay a finger on you, but I’ll come close.”
She paused for a long time. “You know what? Go ahead. I once sat through a magic act at a school talent show where none of the kids’ tricks worked. I can survive awkward and uncomfortable. So if you want to try to prove to me that this is supposed to be some kind of surreal experience, go right ahead.”
I stared in slight disbelief. I wondered if she knew how many of my buttons she was pressing, or how badly she was making me want to see her come. I don’t think I’d ever wanted to make someone climax purely out of spite before, but she had brought me to that point.
“Oh, thanks,” she said casually. “It’s pretty cold in here. Do you mind hitting my arm pits, too? They’re kind of exposed.”
I was going to make her regret pushing me to this point.
11
Andi
His hot breath moved from my neck to my chest, then on the top of my cleavage. I tried not to gasp and mostly failed.
There were two camps at war in my brain at the moment.
One camp was the jaded, annoyed section. All the thoughts on that side of my head were about how ridiculously silly this all was. That part of me wanted to roll my eyes at all of this and let Landon get knocked down a peg. He wasn’t some master seducer or self-proclaimed “dom.” He was just a ridiculously hot guy liked to play with leather toys, kick pinecones, and look at dolphins.
But the other camp… It was gradually gaining ground and threatening a full-mind-takeover any minute. That side of my brain was painfully, excruciatingly aware that the most attractive man I’d ever seen was currently playing breath hockey with my half naked body—that I was tied to a locker in my swimsuit while a Greek God was trying to turn me on out of frustration.
The only thing both camps could agree on was that the more I pissed him off, the more desperate he got to pleasure me. The stubborn part of me liked the idea of him trying and failing. The other part was fully ready to sink into his silly little game and do whatever it took.
I flinched when he suddenly blew out almost cold air against my breast. It was cold enough that I felt it trickle through my top and make my already hardening nipples rock hard. I was highly confused for a second on how he had the mysterious power to change the temperature of air coming out of his mouth, but then I realized he must have just been compressing his lips.
It wasn’t just hot, it was thrilling. I was tied up tightly enough that I knew the only way I was getting out of this situation was chewing off my own arms or if Landon let me out. Whether I liked it or not, I was at his mercy. Maybe that could’ve made me feel objectified or violated, but it made me feel more like a prize—like the kind of sexy, man slaying vixen I absolutely was not.
When he started to kneel and breathe his way down my stomach, I could see a glimpse of him from under my towel, as long as I tilted my head back and looked straight down.
I wasn’t ready for the sight of Landon kneeling with his mouth hovering just millimeters from my skin on its slow path down to my belly button and below. I definitely wasn’t ready to see how much he appeared to be enjoying himself, or the clear bulge pressing against his board shorts.
Was he going to actually do his little blowing act between my legs? And would I be able to resist ruining the moment by thanking him for the blow job? These were all highly important, desperate questions running through my head.
All those questions evaporated as soon as I felt the puff of warmth on my inner thighs. With a single breath of air, all the good sense and logic were blasted out of my system. All that was left was the overpowering urge to throw my legs around his neck and bury his face between my—
Get a hold of yourself, Andi. Sure, I’d apparently made a slight miscalculation by letting myself get into this situation to begin with, but that didn’t mean I had to let him win. All I had to do was ask him to stop. Politely, kindly insist that he untie me, and stop making my whole body hum with that gorgeous sense of white hot bliss he was blowing between my legs.
I laid my head back against the lockers, bit my lip, and wrapped my fingers around the string holding my hands together. In a few minutes, I was definitely going to give him a piece of my mind. Just a few more minutes.
The door to the locker room opened. “I couldn’t find anyone waiting outside, so I’ve got my hand over my eyes if anyone is in here,” a guy called out. “The men’s room is unlocked. So, uh, when you guys are done doing… that. Yeah,” he added, then the door closed again.
My heart was pounding even harder at the thought of someone walking in on us. It also cemented that this was, in fact, real.
I’d been hovering in this zone of disbelief, and the sound of that door had snapped me out of the haze in an instant.
“Did we just get caught?” I asked.
“Yes.” Landon said. “Sort of. But that doesn’t mean we have to stop.”
I didn’t want to stop, but I needed to. Any longer, and I wouldn’t be able to stop. I’d be his, and I knew it. “Actually, I really need to pee,” I said. It wasn’t entirely a lie. I’d sipped down a mega sized cup of Diet Coke while we were waiting to be let into the dolphin area, and my not-so-mega sized bladder was about to throw in the towel. I did a little headbanging motion until the towel fell from my face, giving me a tantalizing look at Landon, who was still on his knees with his face right there.
“You need to pee?” he asked.
“Yes?”
Landon gave me a dry look. “It’s fine,” he said, standing and reaching to untie the knots holding my hands together. “The goosebumps on your skin told me all I needed to know. That, and the way you were trying to press your hips into my face.”
“If that’s what you want to think,” I said. “Or maybe I just enjoyed the thought of relieving myself on your head.”
“Interested in urine play. Noted,” he said clinically. Then he took my wrists and turned them over. He ran his thumb across the slight indentation from where I’d been leaning into the ropes. “These shouldn’t bruise,” he said absently. “You have very delicate skin, though. You may want to apply some lotion when you get home.”
He caught me giving him a puzzled look, then shrugged a little. “Part of being a good dom is leaving no mark,” he said.
“Got it, Buffalo Bill. It will put the lotion on its skin when it gets home. So, what happens next?” I asked.
“You come back to the club and we keep moving through the list, or I get your share of the hotel.”
I was immediately reminded of why I definitely shouldn’t have enjoyed his little “blow job.” In an indirect way, I was trying to ask if everything that happened here meant we were some kind of item. Like a couple, even. I felt too silly to say it out loud, though. Apparently, Landon wasn’t wondering the same thing. “It doesn’t bother you at all?”
“What?” he asked.
“Trying to seduce me one minute and then practically blackmailing me the next?”
Something passed across his face. Sadness? Hesitation? Whatever it was, it was gone as quickly as it came.
He let out a chuckle that didn’t sound entirely genuine. “No. I don’t feel bothered about reminding you why we’re both here. You’re here for your grandfather, and I’m—”
He trailed off, looking suddenly uncomfortable.
“You’re what?” I prompted.
“Trying to do the right thing,” he said.
“So today was just an act?”
“No,” he said with a sigh. “For some reason, I seem to enjoy spending time with you.”
I smiled. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“No. But I’m not the only one who has trouble admitting the truth.”
I tilted my head. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“You and I both know you are excited about finishing the list with me. But you’re trying very hard to pretend you’re not.”
“Speculation,” I said, as if I was in the middle of a courtroom drama. The issue was that the prosecutors probably could’ve pulled out plenty of damning evidence to support his claim—especially if they had access to my brain.
“If you say so. When can I expect to see you again?”
“I’m going to go get a good, healthy dose of normal. And then, maybe I’ll consider moving on to item number three on the list. And just so your already big head doesn’t get any bigger. I want to be crystal clear about something. I’m willing to have fun where I can in all of this, but I still don’t trust you. In fact, I’m pretty sure you’d find
some way to break my heart and suck the life out of it if I ever did.”
“Wow. Anything else?” he asked.
“Yeah, do you know how to open these stupid combination locks? I can never do it right.”
Landon asked for my combination, and then opened the locker. “A lacy pink thong?” he said, lifting it out of the pile of my balled-up clothes. “Was this for me?”
I snatched it out of his hands. “It was for the dream guy I hoped would come in and sweep me out of this nightmare.”
Landon grinned wickedly at that and leaned closer. “I could get used to being your nightmare.”
Something about his tone made my belly fill with heat.
Once again, I thought he was going to kiss me. No. The look he was giving me was more like he was about to strip me bare and devour every inch of me. I shuddered at the thought, and not because it was unpleasant. All I would need to do is lean in, to reach up and pull his face down to mine. I could feel it so strongly I knew it was true. He was just waiting for permission—permission to take me.
It didn’t help that he was still topless from our dolphin encounter, or that I’d barely been able to tear my eyes off the way his muscles corded and flexed with every movement. Every inch of his body was so full of power that I knew he could hold me down and keep me right where he wanted without even straining.
God. Why did that thought make it feel like glitter was trickling across my skin.
I took a shuddering breath. Not yet. Landon was hiding something from me. I knew that much, and I also knew that almost everything good that had ever entered my life had either wound up buried and dead, or gone up in flames.
Trust wasn’t something you gave away without serious, serious thought. And I trusted Landon enough to keep participating in this little dance of ours, but not enough for more.