Wednesday Words: Tied and True

Some fun from the Satyr’s Myst series. Here’s a steamy excerpt to set your Wednesday ablaze. *grin* Enjoy!

Payback can be a bitch, especially when delivered by a blond done wrong with a hunger for more than justice.

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The last thing he remembered, he’d been drifting to sleep when a feeling of wrongness hit him. Heading to his instincts, he’d found a dark shape prowling in his kitchen and attacked.
Pain, the likes of which he never wanted to experience again, followed by a blow to the head. Then…this.

“Why am I tied up?” he asked, after she slowly set his head back on the pillow. For a woman bent on harming him, she was acting decidedly gentle about it.

“Let’s just say I have a few things on my mind we need to discuss if you want to see the light of day again.”

She kept her voice on the low side, and the blindfold told him she didn’t want to be recognized. Realizing her identity, and not whom he’d at first suspected, Jared allowed himself to fully relax. He’d play her game, for a while, until he found out what he needed to know. He’d always imagined having her the other way around — tied up, naked, and under him — but it intrigued him to see what she would do.

As the silence thickened, a sudden thought hit him.

“I’m naked, aren’t I?” Nothing. “You were here since last night?” He felt himself flush but could do nothing about it. Damn. That meant the odd feeling he’d had in his study had been on the money. He would just bet she’d seen his performance and had a ton of questions as to why he’d been beating off to pictures of her.

This had to be the most embarrassing moment of his life. But he’d be damned if he’d let her see that. He was actually thankful to have the blindfold in place.

“You have interesting taste in porn, I’ll say that,” she said after a moment, her voice amused.

Of all the instances he’d imagined when confronting Lindsay Riordan, this had never entered his mind.

The first time he’d seen her, his first day of work at Tron Corp, he’d fallen in immediate lust. But ever the consummate professional, he’d ignored his desire and focused on his job. After several weeks had passed and he’d earned the same rejections she’d given everyone else, he’d turned to the rumor mill. Funny thing, that. Gossip had turned his investigation in a completely new direction.

A hand trailed up his thigh, and he sucked in his breath, stunned. Wearing the blindfold enhanced his other senses, and her hand felt like a satin whip that beat at his need. His cock hardened in an instant, and he wondered what she thought about him.

“Well, well. Apparently last night didn’t get it out of your system after all.” He heard what sounded like a snick, and alarm replaced his desire.

“Shit. Tell me that’s not a camera.”

“It’s not a camera.”

She was lying. He knew it. She had overheard him with Maclearn and Simmons on Wednesday. He’d tried to talk to her about it, but she’d refused to speak to him. Considering she usually put him off, Jared had hoped she’d just been angry for some other reason not related to his talk with “the boys.” But if she’d heard him, she was no doubt pissed as hell. Maybe he’d do better to tell her the truth and let her…

“Ah,” he moaned, arching into the fist that now held his cock with ecstatic tightness.

“I believe you like this. At least, you did last night.”

Incredibly, she began priming him, pumping his cock with her small fingers. He couldn’t help moving with her, aroused beyond measure that Lindsay Riordan had her hand around his shaft and was stroking him to oblivion.

“More,” he couldn’t help saying. “Harder.”

She complied, and he lost all reason.

“You like a firm hand, don’t you?” she murmured. He moaned and thrust up, and she stopped. “Don’t you?”

“Yes,” he gasped, grateful when she started again. Hell, she was setting him on fire. He felt so hard he wanted to burst. Fluid leaked from his tip, making her hand slide over his shaft with wonderful friction. Her touch was like nothing Jared had ever felt before, and being tied up and helpless while being pleasured was a huge turn-on he would never have expected.

“You want to come, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Your balls are tight, your cock impossibly hard. Like steel, velvet steel.”

He could hear the arousal in her voice, and it made him that much more aroused. Fuck, he wanted her.

She pumped him harder, making him pant.

“Yeah, baby, make me come,” he urged, thrusting into her hand. He was so thick, so wet and ready. God, he needed it. So close…

She stopped.

“Don’t worry, stud. We’ll get back to that real soon. I’ve got a few things to do in the meantime.” She chuckled. “Don’t go anywhere.”

Tied and True

Satyr’s Myst, book 1