Another long chapter... didn't feel like breaking into two..

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Ch12:Hello to Insanity

Embry didn't say anything when she came out of the guest bathroom on his houseboat wearing a pair of jean shorts and a T-shirt. She hadn't bought any nightgowns on her little shopping foray that afternoon, having reasoned that she wouldn't need pajamas.

She still wouldn't, even in this drastically scenario from the one she had pictured in her juvenile, short lived fantasy regarding Embry and her.

She had heard him talking on the phone in the distance while she had cleaned up in the bathroom, but he was finished by the time she opened the door and stepped into the hallway. She assumed he was talking to one of the five men that had greeted them when they pulled into the marina parking lot.

The spokeman's name had been Charlie, a short, man who had a face that looked like it was perpetually sunburned and a torso thick with muscle. Embry and he had exchanged warm handshakes. Charlie had briskly outlined their plan for guarding the marina around the clock until Embry's father, Joshua called a halt to it. He had waved off Embry's profuse thanks, saying it was a small price to pay for the many favors Joshua and the Call family had done him over the years. Leah had tried not to be impressed by the show of loyalty and respect afforded to Embry, his father and the Calls in general. She admitted that it would be strange for Embry to go to such lengths to protect them on the houseboat if he was the one responsible for them needing the security.

But like she had told him earlier, who really knew the truth about the news leak and those photographs? Embry insisted upon his innocence. He would probably go to some lengths to validate his claims.

As they had headed toward the boat earlier, Leah had seen a small shadow walking toward them with a spry walk.

She had thought Embry hadn't noticed, but he spoke as he untied the boat, his back to the shadow. "How's she taking it?"

"How do you think? She'd ready to shred metal with her bare teeth," Austin said dryly.

Embry's head came around sharply. "Is Gran pissed at me?"

"No, of course not." Leah saw Austin nod in her direction. "Hello, Ms. Clearwater. Nice to see you again."

"Hi Austin," Leah replied.

"Austin?" Embry asked with a trace of exasperation.

"It's not your grandma who's mad at you She's just dead set on finding out who took that picture and is calling her favorite grandson a male prostitute. She told me to have you call her if I saw you before she did."

"Yeah, okay." Embry stood slowly from his crouched position. "What did you mean when you said, 'It's not your grandma who's mad at you?'"

Even in the darkness, Leah sensed Austin's uneasiness when he shrugged. "Some of your great aunts and great uncles… some cousins too, aren't too happy with you."

"For slandering the Call family name?"

"Don't worry about it, it will pass. They will stand behind you once some of the shock passes, and you know what?"

Leah had thought about that brief, charged exchange between Austin and Embry while she showered. She had reflected long and hard on that mixture of regret and amusement in Embry's voice when he had asked if members of his clan had thought he was slandering the Call name. What was it like for a man who had done nothing but heap honors upon his old, established family to suddenly be considered a source of scandal?

If he really was worried about casting his family into disgrace, why had there been that hint of dark amusement in his tone?

Leah's time alone to think and a hot shower helped her to shore up her defenses. By the time she opened the bathroom door, she felt sure she could handle this bizarre sticky situation with Embry Call.

Embry stood at the end of the kitchen island with his cell phone in his hand. His head swung around at the sound of the bathroom door opening. He stalked down the hallway, his gaze flickering down her body in a quick, warm assessment.

He flipped on the lights in the guest bedroom, and she followed him to the doorway. He moved aside as she stepped into the room. "Nobody's slept in here for a while, so I changed the sheets while you were taking a shower."

"Guess you have little need for a guest bedroom given the kind of visitors you usually entertain here," she said as she walked over to the shopping bags she had placed on a low chest when they had arrived. The back of her exposed neck prickled when he didn't say anything. She placed the folded clothing she had been wearing into one of the bags and turned around. He looked even taller and more imposing than he usually did in the small guest room. She had expected the storm brewing in his dark gray eyes, but she didn't know what to make of the gleam of speculation.

"I would have been a hell of a lot more pissed off if you had said that yesterday." The way he leaned back casually against the frame of the door alarmed her for some reason. "But I'm getting used to your particular brand of defensiveness. It's not really that different from a porcupine's, is it?"

Her mouth twisted in anger. "I don't know what you're talking about. I didn't think it was a secret that you entertained out here regularly. Surely all those sex toys, the hot tub, this Hugh Hefner style, floating pleasure palace aren't meant to be enjoyed by the type of people who take the guest bedroom."

He crossed his arms under his chest and rolled his eyes. "Watch it, Leah, you're getting flustered. That Hugh Hefner thing was really lame."

"Was it?" she asked, her fury suddenly erupting into a flash fire. "You're right. Given what I saw when I walked into your cousin's office, Hefner comes off as damn classy in comparison to you."

He straightened from the wall and stepped toward her. "I had just walked into that office sixty seconds before you did. I don't have any control over Sam or the way he treats women. I already told you who I wanted, that didn't change between yesterday and now."

Leah wouldn't have been surprised to hear the popping sound of electricity, the air had gone so charged between them. Not just from anger either. Her breasts felt unusually large and conspicuous pressed against the T-shirt. A heavy, hot sensation settled in her lower belly and spread down over her pussy. The cotton shirt abraded her nipples. She noticed Embry's glance flicker down to her chest. The tips of her breast pinched tight. He swallowed and heaved a sigh of frustration.

"Why don't you go to bed? Maybe after a good night's sleep you'll be a bit more reasonable. One can only hope, anyway," he added under his breath in obvious irritation before he turned to leave the room. He paused in the process of closing her door. "Oh and Leah… I don't think you have any reason to worry about Rosalie."

"What do you know about it?" she snapped.

He looked like he wanted to snarl right back at her, but instead he took a deep breath, calming himself. "From what you told me, I know you're concerned about her going through a tough divorce. You probably are worried about what Rosalie's husband would do with the information if he discovered she utilized an escort service while she was here in Hawaii. But I don't think whoever took those photos and plastered them on the news is concerned about Rosalie one way or another. She'd not their target."

"And I am?"

"Maybe, the next couple days ought to tell. I haven't quite figured out who's going to benefit from the whole mess. But I will figure it out Leah."

Despite the fact that her heart began to thud erratically behind her breastbone, she gave him a bland look, informing him without words that a likely candidate for benefitting from this ugly affair stood right in front of her. She had bet her entire savings account Bry's had been packed this evening.

She thought he might have read her mind when he shut the door with a loud, brisk bang.

Two hours later Leah was still awake. She was more than just awake, she was wired… so tense that her muscles ached. The houseboat was silent except the occasional light tinkling of the wind chimes.

She arose and felt her way toward the bureau. She groped for the items she had placed there before getting into bed and crossed the room. Moonlight flooded into the darkened living room, casting enough pale luminescence for her to see that Embry's bedroom door was partially opened. The hinges squeaked softly when she pushed open the door farther and glided silently into the room.

She regarded him warily for several seconds when she switched on his bedside lamp to a dim setting, but he remained unmoving. She glanced down over his sleeping form, her gaze lingering on the sight of his naked body partially draped in a sheet. He slept on his back with one arm sprawled over his head and the other spread wide on the bed. His head was turned away from her, his cheek pressed to the pillow. The white sheet rode low on his hips, looking starkly white next to his sun bronzed skin. She could see the outline of his balls through the sheet as well as the shape of his flaccid cock where it lay against his left thigh.

Her pussy tingled with warmth and anticipation. Yes, this was precisely what she wanted. What she needed. Embry—naked, vulnerable… completely at her mercy. After she'd made him beg, after she'd denied him, then maybe she would be able to consider this whole fiasco without squirming in shame.

She wanted this supremely confident, bold man with the earth shattering smile, this man who had breached her defenses…her heart, only to betray her so carelessly, to feel at least some measure of her helplessness and humiliation.

Despite the fact that she was still convinced she was there for the express purpose of exacting revenge, her juices were running hot and her breathing was coming fast by the time she had restrained one of his wrists to the headboard. She admitted grudgingly it wasn't even a remote possibility for a straight woman to see Embry Call naked, sleep rumpled, and exuding sexuality even in an unconscious state, and not get excited.

When she reached for his other arm, his hand came up as quick as a snake at the strike. He grabbed her. Leah gave a muffled scream and stared at his face.

He looked calm enough, but his dark eyes lasered straight through her. "Mind telling me what the hell you think you're doing?" he asked as he tugged once on his restrained wrist. She had used a silk scarf to tie him to a wooden post on the headboard. His jaw hardened. "What were you planning on doing? Tying me down so you could hurt me?"

"Hurt you? Of course not. I've never harmed a soul in my life!" She felt increasingly foolish under his stare.

Damn it, why couldn't she have gotten this right? Didn't he deserve a little payback for what he had done? She tried to pull back, but he tightened his grip on her wrist. She saw the second when realization dawn on his face.

"Were you going to tie me up so you could have your way with me?"

She felt her cheeks heat at being caught red handed in the act. Anger mingled with her embarrassment.

Damn.

Why couldn't fate have allowed her this one opportunity to regain some control?

"Leah?" he demanded more loudly.

"What's the matter? You can dish it out, but you can't take it, is that it?" she scowled at him.

"Take what, exactly? Do you really think I tied you up before because I wanted to punish you? Because that's what you want to do now, right? You want to pay me back? You want to make someone suffer for our picture being plastered all over the public's TV screens?" His voice level dropped in volume, and he leaned up off the pillow. Leah moved back warily when she realized she was just inches from his face. The amber flecks in his eyes seemed to smolder.

"You want to make me pay for what you've been feeling, Leah?" he growled softly.

She thought her pulse would leap right out of her throat. Once again, she tried to pull free of him. Once again, he stopped her.

"Go ahead."

"What?" she asked, sure she had misunderstood him.

"You heard me, go ahead. Take your best shot, Leah."

He saw her hazel eyes widen in disbelief. She was close enough for him to catch her scent—the fresh, floral fragrance of the soap he had collected for her earlier from the hotel room mixing with something indefinably delicious from her skin. His nostrils flared to capture the elusive scent more fully.

Onaona. Desire sliced through him, stirring and thickening his dick. Damn her, she always had an immediate, unprecedented effect on his body.

Even though he experienced a nearly overwhelming desire to turn her over his knee for her blatant stubbornness, he felt compassion for her as well. If Leah believed so firmly that she had lost control of the situation, it was no sweat off his back if she wanted to regain a measure of it using his body.

Yeah, it was really big of him to allow Leah Clearwater to tie him up and have her way with him, he thought with grim amusement. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been thinking of how to get her back in his bed ever since he realized she was still in Honolulu. Well, she was in his bed, all right. And if it wasn't under the circumstances he'd prefer, it was a damn sight better than nothing.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked suspiciously when he let go of her wrist.

"It's not a trick," he replied gruffly. "If you need me to play by your rules until you get your bearings again, I'm willing."

"Just like that?" she scoffed.

He shrugged, letting her draw her own conclusions. A blazing expression suddenly overcame her face when he didn't move. He just watched her, saying nothing while she tied his other wrist to the bedpost. She propped another pillow behind his head, her actions gentle if quick and businesslike. She avoided his gaze when she slid off the bed and opened his bedside table drawer.

"What are you looking for?" he asked politely. "If it's not in that drawer, try the one below."

She threw him a dirty look before she slid open the bottom drawer. He wasn't overly surprised when she withdrew the ankle restraints he had used on her previously. She wasn't in the mood for having him only partially at her mercy. Nope, half measures wouldn't do, Embry realized as he studied her set, determined expression as she whipped back the bed sheet, widened the straps and fastened them to his ankles. Embry scowled when she pulled him spread eagled—not that Leah ever noticed, as focused as she was.

When he was fully restrained, she stood next to the bed and stared down at him. Her cold, assessing gaze might have made some guys wilt, but it sent a bolt of hot arousal through Embry.

His dick hardened to full readiness. Even knowing that Leah would be in charge of what he was ready for, and when he was ready for it, couldn't dampen his desire.

"If you really want to torture me, you should take off your clothes," he informed her gruffly. "It'll kill me not to be able to touch you."

She smirked at him and sat on the edge of the bed. "How do you know this isn't all I want to do?"

"What… you mean just leave me tied like this?"

She nodded matter of factly. "I could get my stuff and take the boat to shore."

His eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Is that why you were so agreeable to coming with me to the houseboat all of a sudden?"

She smiled at him.

He entertained a vivid fantasy about wrapping his hands around her elegant neck and squeezing. "Charlie and the other guys will stop you once you get to shore."

"What if they do? I doubt you or your father gave them instructions to keep me prisoner here."

He raised his eyebrows. "You've said you don't trust me. How do you know I didn't do exactly that?"

Her smug smile faded. "You wouldn't."

He gave her a bland look.

She seemed to reach a conclusion and stood. "You're bluffing." Her imperious gaze swept down his naked bound body. "But either way, I do, in fact, have other plans for you."

"What are you going to do? Cover my body in honey, turn loose an army of killer ants on me, sit back, smoke a cig and enjoy the show?"

He was pleasantly surprised when she laughed with what appeared to be genuine mirth. Despite his rising concern about her intentions, he had to admit that being in control seemed to be relaxing her a little. She had been strung as tight as piano wire ever since she had walked into Sam's office tonight.

"Creative, I'll give you that," she mused. His gaze lingered on her lovely, curving mouth. That the thought of him being turned to a bloody pulp by killer ants brought such a wistful smile to her lips should have him seriously worried, but instead, he was consumed by the memory of ravaging her plump lower lip, sipping on her sweetness, plunging his tongue into her mouth again and again…

Her expression became suspicious. "What are you thinking about?"

He smirked at her. "Oral domination."

"If any of that occurs, I'll be in charge of it."

"Fine by me," he assured, still staring at her mouth.

She straightened and cleared her throat. "Speaking of which, that gives me an idea. Remember when said you listened to my music?"

"Yeah."

"Where do you keep the CDs?"

He told her and gave her brief instructions on operating his stereo, which had speakers throughout the boat, including his bedroom. He looked at her with curiosity when she lingered by the bed after he had finished his explanation.

"What?" he asked confused by her manner.

"Is there any particular song that you find… more… romantic than the others?"

He gave her a slow smile. "Do you mean is there one I like to play during sex? Or wait… Are you asking if there's one that makes my hand look like the most tempting piece of flesh ever?"

Her irritated glance amused him. She clearly hadn't expected him to be so comfortable talking about his autoerotic moments.

"Escape," he said simply.

She seemed surprise. "Really?"

He nodded once, holding her gaze. "Your voice going husky when you sing that double entendre about him going 'down' the easy path equates to an instant hard on."

Her sarcastic look told him loud and clear his response was predictable and juvenile, but Embry refused to be cowed by her prickly superiority.

"I've flattered a few dates that way, but I was too much of a gentleman to tell them they weren't responsible." He said that to goad her. The truth was, Embry didn't bring women onto his houseboat, despite Leah's suspicions. This was his private sanctuary and he didn't commonly breach it by bringing casual flings here.

He glanced down her body, admiring the way her jean shorts outlined her sex. Her eyes had a glassy appearance when he looked back at her face. "Now that I know you, the theme of the song doesn't surprise me too much. Who was the other poor sucker who go to you Leah? Is it rarity for you to feel the need to escape when a guy gets too close, or is it a common occurrence? Is it really just me you're tying up, or am I representing the entire male population here?"

Her expression hardened. "You may think I'm jaded, but even I don't believe most guys would be low enough to pay someone to take pictures while I was having sex with them." One sleek eyebrow quirked in challenge. "It seems you've done the impossible, Embry. You've lowered what was already a abysmally low bar."

She gave him a disgusted look when he refused to defend himself and swept out of the room.

A moment later he heard the familiar opening notes of the talented blues guitarist in her band. His eyebrows rose in lustful interest when Leah returned to the bedroom a minute later wearing an ivory satin robe. Her long, tanned legs looked well muscled and silky smooth in the dim light. The way the soft fabric clung to her slender, curvy body, and the fluid manner in which she moved was a seduction in and of itself. He could tell by the tempting slight sway of her breasts and her nipples pressing against the fabric that she was naked beneath the robe. His dick twitched next to his thigh.

Maybe playing by Leah's rules wouldn't be such a sacrifice after all.

He watched in rising anticipation and puzzlement when she once again opened the top bedside drawer. She must have known what she was looking for this time, because she decisively grabbed three items. Embry's eyes widened when he saw what she withdrew—a new bottle of lubricant, massage oil and the vibrator he had used on her just the other day.

She tossed the items between his spread legs and smiled down at him from her superior height. "Do you like to watch a woman touch herself?"

His mouth hung open for a second at the unexpected question uttered in her patentable, husky voice. "I live to watch a woman touch herself."

She laughed softly at his wholehearted response, her amusement once again seemingly entirely genuine. Embry shared her smile as she fluffed his pillows, propping him up farther in the bed. Leaning over him as she was, he got an eyeful soft, satin covered breasts and a noseful of her floral scent. She touched his upper arm.

"Are they comfortable?" she asked referring to his restrained arms which had drawn more taut when she raised his head and shoulders on the bed.

"Yeah," he replied shortly. Her light touch on his arm had caused desire to stab through his flesh.

She grabbed a spare pillow, went to the foot of the bed, and tossed it against the railing. He watched with rising excitement as she crawled over his restrained leg. She leaned against the footboard and tucked her robe beneath her thighs, the modest gesture striking him as humorous given the fact that he was tied up naked to the bed and a purple vibrator rested near her thigh.

It also struck him as sexy as hell.

"I would like to amend my earlier statement."

"What do you mean?" she asked curiously as she reached for the scented oil. Hearing her voice at the same moment that she sung to him in the background in that familiar, smoky way of hers seemed a little surreal.

"I said I lived to watch a woman touch herself, but I just might die watching you do it."

She paused in her actions and studied him soberly. "You may have been born with that charm, but you've really polished it to a shine with constant practice, haven't you?"

Irritation flashed through him. Her verbal stab had hurt for several reasons—the first being that it struck a little too close to home for comfort. He did use his glib tongue as a tool of seduction. But the reason her insult had really hurt was this particular compliment had been the gods honest truth.

Just like him to decide to be genuine with a woman who thought he was a fake at best and a criminal at worst.

She ignored his pique. In fact, she seemed to shut him out completely as she went about her business. He forgot his ire quick enough as well when she loosened her robe—still not releasing the belt entirely from her waist—and shrugged out of the sleeves. The sight the elegant slope of her shoulders, lithesome arms, and breasts made him go entirely still. The realization that he was poised like a predator before it struck at prey and that he was going absolutely nowhere hit him like a stinging slap of harsh reality.

She really was out to torture him.

The truth was, although watching a woman touching herself was a fantasy most guys would share, he hadn't been treated to the experience as much as he would have liked. He didn't typically see a woman long enough for her to feel comfortable enough to masturbate in front of him. On the occasion where it'd happened, it'd been at his request while he was in a position to either watch or join in the process at his leisure.

What Leah was going to force him to endure was a vastly different experience.

His nostrils flared as he watched her pour some of the scented oil into her palm. She rubbed her hands together slowly, sensually spreading the oil and warming it. She opened both hands on her ribs just above her waist and moved them in sensual circular movements, smearing the oil on her smooth, golden brown skin.

Embry's head left the pillow as he strained upward so as to not miss a thing.

His dick lurched off his thigh, but Leah could have cared less.

She closed her eyes and her head fell back slightly as she slid her fingers along the underside of her breasts. He could perfectly imagine how petal soft the skin was beneath her fingers though. She cupped her breasts from below, her hands stroking the firm flesh all the while in small, kneading movement, slipping and sliding, molding and stroking. She held herself as though making an offering of her succulent flesh, but her closed eyes and the flush that rose on her cheeks assured and annoyed, increasingly aroused Embry that she was wholly involved with herself.

She moved in a manner that was a hundredfold more seductive than the subtle, sensual movements that island women made with their hands while doing the hula. Her brown nipples deepened in color, drawing into tight, distended points above her massaging hands. Embry strained against the scarves, feeling a primal urge to suckle on the crests and run his tongue over the beaded flesh. He restrained a groan when she used her forefingers to trace the outline of the lower areolas of each thrusting nipple.

All the while, her low, husky voice sang to him, seduced him, and his pulse beat a primitive tattoo in his dick.

And she hadn't even removed her robe all the way.

He opened his mouth to order her to touch her erect nipples, but he caught himself just in time. He wasn't in a position to command and as pissed as Leah was, she would be sure to do the opposite of whatever he asked. So he just watched, helpless, and dry mouthed, as she circled her forefingers around her thrusting tips, teasing him mercilessly.

If she ever gave him the opportunity, he was going to turn her over his knee for this and make that round, tanned ass a pretty shade of pink.

Her eyes opened narrowly when she heard his rough moan. He wasn't helping things by having vivid fantasies about turning the tables on her.

"What do you want?" she asked.

To have your beautiful ass under my palm. Embry thought automatically. If I can't have that, I would like you to slide one of the nipples between my lips. But since he was doubtful he would get either of those things, he answered. "Touch your nipples." His dick swelled uncomfortably when she did, watching him with a glassy eyed stare all the while. "Pinch them a little… do what feels good," his gaze pinned to her forefingers stroking the distended crests.

"It would feel good to have your fingers on me. The tips of your thumb and forefinger on your right hand are calloused. It feels so good when you touch me." Embry just gawked at her, surprised and aroused at her admission. She pinched her nipples lightly. "It would feel good to have you suck on them."

His gaze darted up to her face hopefully.

She gave a half smile. "Too bad it's not going to happen."

"Leah," he hissed in warning. He heard the wooden rods on the headboard creak in protest and forced his flexing muscles to relax.

She just smiled and lowered one hand to the belt of her robe. She released the sash with a flicking motion and the soft satin pooled around her hips. Embry pulled against the scarves in order to better see her pussy when she spread her slender thighs.

He muttered a curse. If a man was being denied paradise wasn't it better not to see its promise?

But his eyes remained fixed on the delicate folds of her pink flower. His nostrils flared as if to capture a hint of the juices that coated her plump labia. She bent her knees and spread her thighs wider, letting him see her glistening slit.

"Shit, Leah," he muttered thickly.

His dick throbbed so acutely he hurt. Pain as well as arousal pounded in his flesh. Embry knew his body like most people might know the idiosyncrasies of a well-used tool or a piece of mechanical equipment. His muscles would be sore tomorrow from being tightly flexed without a break. He kept himself right at the edge of restraint preventing himself from breaking the wooden posts of the headboard.

He stopped himself, but only barely.

The plastic cap opened with a click. Embry watched narrowly as she poured some massage oil into her palms.

She opened her hands on the back of her smooth thighs and began to rub in slow hypnotic circles. After a spellbound moment, Embry realized it wasn't just his wishful thinking; her fingers really were inching closer to her juicy core.

"Touch yourself," he whispered gruffly. "I know as well as you do how much you want to."

She shrugged. "I'm willing to suffer."

"As long as I am even more so. Isn't that right, babe?"

"Are you?" she asked as her fingers massaged her thigh just inches away from her slit. As she kneaded the firm flesh, she opened and closed her tiny, damp hole. "Suffering I mean?"

Embry wondered if she could feel the burn of his unwavering stare on her pussy. "All I can think about is burying myself balls deep in you, but you've tied me to this bed, Leah. You better fucking believe I'm suffering."

She paused in her provocative massage and made a choked sound in her throat.

His gaze flew to her face. "Isn't that what you wanted to hear?" he queried.

"Yes."

"I think you want something even more than to see me suffer."

"What?" she whispered looking spellbound.

"I think you want to hear two words: don't run." When she wrinkled her perspiration damp brow in puzzlement, he continued. "Don't give in the urge to escape me— escape us Leah. I wouldn't do anything willingly to harm you. Take a chance and believe me."

For several full seconds, Embry thought he had finally gotten through to her. But then her expression hardened and she picked up the vibrator.

"You forget what I said earlier. I'll likely never know the truth about what happened with that news leak or about you." She depressed a button and the nubbins below the tip of the vibrator began to spin. She widened her highs and held open her slit with one hand.

He muttered a burning curse when she went straight for the kill and sunk the vibrator into her pussy as far as it could go. A clear stream of pre-cum leaked onto his thigh at the sight of her splayed legs and the purple phallus embedded in her pussy. Frustration and arousal vibrated in every cell of his being.

She closed her eyes and manipulated the vibrator to bring her pleasure again and again. Time stretched into an agonizing eternity as she forced him to watch helplessly while she shuddered in orgasm not just once but three times.

He vowed then and there that not only was he going to convince Leah Clearwater to trust him, he was going to get rid of every damn sex toy on the houseboat. His dick was going to fill her. He was going to be the one to make her firm flesh shudder in orgasm—not a piece of fucking mechanized plastic.

He was too furious with her and too damn horny to even speak when she finally switched off the fluttering wings of the clitoral stimulator and slid the vibrator out of her pussy. He felt sweat break out on his forehead when he saw how shiny the surface had been made with her juices. She had anointed the vibrator again and again when it should have been him gifted with her honey. His dick felt so tight he thought he'd burst right through the surface of his skin.

She blinked several times, as though she were awakening from a dream. When her gaze landed on his leaden, swollen dick, her lips fell open. His penis lurched in excitement at even this small acknowledgement of his existence.

Pitiful, Embry thought in self-disgust. "Welcome back. Remember me? The guy you're torturing?"

"I didn't forget you."

Embry's heart hammered louder in his ears when he heard the soft quality of her voice. Maybe a few climaxes had brought down her defenses? He watched her with wary excitement when she stood next to the bed, completely naked. A light sheen of sweat covered her golden skin. Her nipples were still distended from her multiple climaxes.

She nodded at his blood-swollen, streaming penis. "Does it hurt?"

He gave a sharp bark of laugher. "What do you think?"

Without answering him, she opened his bedside table drawer, and Embry once again mentally vowed to get rid of everything in it. He went entirely still when she held up a black rubber butt plug and waved it in the air.

"I think I would like you to take it in the ass, just like you made me take it the other night," she said quietly.

Embry shook his head, not at all pleased by the turn of events. "I don't take it in the ass."

But she just calmly reached for the lubricant and flipped open the cap. "You haven't before, you mean. But you will now."

For the first time, Embry flexed his muscles with the conscious intent of breaking the posts on the headboard. God knew he wanted Leah… more than just her body. He wanted her to trust him.

But did her stubbornness know no limits?

She knelt next to him on the bed and lowered the plug between his open thighs. He gritted his teeth, preparing to break the wooden posts and free himself once and for all.

But then she touched him on the buttocks, spreading him. The sensation of her gentle fingers made the air catch in his lungs. He went rigid, groaning roughly when she pushed the fat tip of the plug into his rectum.

"God damn you, Leah," he hissed. "You go too far."

"No," she whispered. He sweated profusely as he watched her lay down on her side, her head near his throbbing erection. Her exotically tilted eyes held some message that he couldn't decipher as she stared up at him. "I needed to make you a little uncomfortable, because I'm going to suck on your cock now."

Embry clamped his eyes shut and twisted his head on the pillow. Just hearing her say the words had made blood surge hot in his dick. Even though his ankles were spread and restrained, it felt as if the intrusive plug was what pried him open, keeping him vulnerable to this woman.

He once again flexed his arms, preparing to rip at the fabric, break the wooden poles on the headboard, or both. There was only so much she could ask of him… so much he was capable of giving.

But then her tongue swirled delicately around the head of his dick, lingering at the slit to lick up his pre-cum. When she got a taste of him, she trailed down his stiff, pulsing shaft, seeking more. He muttered a blistering curse and panted like a madman, but he remained in place, anxiously awaiting her next move, teetering on the knife's edge of agony and bliss.

She spread her lips and slid them down the ridge beneath his cockhead. She looked up at him with desire-glazed eyes and began to draw on him like his dick was the tip of a straw, hollowing out her cheeks.

"You want me to beg?" he rasped. "All right. You have your wish, Onaona. I'm at your mercy. Please."

She responded by applying pressure on the base of the butt plug and slipping the tight clamp of her lips farther down his length. Embry gritted his teeth hard to prevent from shouting. The plug created an internal pressure on the root of his penis and prostate. It felt uncomfortable and incredibly good at once. She was right. He required the slight discomfort of the plug, or he would have come at the first touch of her sleek tongue.

Forget about her ruthless hot suck.

Her mouth was wet bliss. He was so horny that when he eventually did explode, he would likely incinerate a few body parts in the process. He sensed her studying him even though his eyes remained clamped closed. Sweat poured off his forehead to his abdomen. It felt like his muscles would split in two from the combined friction of his primitive, naked urge to break free—to take her in the way his body and nature required—and his brain's command to restrain himself.

To leash himself for Leah's sake.

But if he didn't come soon, he was going to say hello to insanity.

He opened his eyes into narrow slits and caught her eyes. "Help me, Leah."

Leah was so hungry for him, it was all she could do not to choke herself on her monumental need. She'd read before that cock was an acquired taste. She'd long ago become a expert, but Embry's cock existed in a class all by itself.

Or maybe it wasn't just his cock, she admitted as she cautiously slid his near-to-bursting flesh deeper and suckled greedily. It was the experience of seeing his handsome face tight with wild, desperate need. She'd seen it several times during their lovemaking. Sought it.

Loved it.

It wasn't until now, when she planned to walk away and leave him high and hard, that she realized it wasn't just his rigid desire for which she searched.

It was his expression of anguished pleasure when he came. It was the look of sublime satisfaction when his muscles went limp and he pulled her into his arms, kissing her with supreme passion and the promise of next time.

She ducked her head and took his cock deep, her hunger for him helping her muffle both the power of her gag reflex and thoughts of revenge. She hummed into his flesh, hardly noticing that she did the same in the background, the notes vibrating and lingering in the throat of her recorded voice.

Her eyes blinked open sluggishly when she heard his rough groan. She felt him swell in her mouth.

The reality of the moment struck her with the final, shivering note of her drummer Alistair's brush on the cymbals. She drew her mouth off him. His heavy cock fell to his taut abdomen with a whap of damp flesh against his flesh.

He opened his eyes sluggishly. They widened when he saw her standing next to the side of the bed, looking down at him. She saw the moment when he realized what was happening.

Neither of them spoke as she reached for her robe and slipped it over her shoulders, but she felt the weight of his stare on her. She told herself not to meet his eyes, just to turn and walk… to finish the self-preserving task that she'd come into his bedroom tonight to accomplish.

But she found herself meeting his gaze anyway.

"What are you doing?" he asked warily.

She knotted the belt of her robe with a brisk, businesslike gesture, praying he didn't notice her shaking hands. "Isn't it obvious?"

She should have been happy to see his rising anger and disbelief in his eyes, the pain of sexual torment, but she wasn't. She briefly looked down over his body. He was magnificent. She'd had the audacity to tie up a wild animal: a sleek, powerful wolf…a fierce beast. She noticed his powerful, flexing arms, chest and shoulder muscles.

Her gaze darted to his. Frustration fired his eyes. Not the frustration of sexual depravation. Fury at her. At her stubbornness.

A loud cracking noise caused her to start. Her eyes widened when she saw his bulging muscles. She heard another popping noise. He snarled and jerked, and his wrists broke free of the splintered posts. For a panicked second or two, she just stood there, too stunned to move.

A quick glance at Embry's wild eyes, however, and she was electrified into action. She flew out of his bedroom and down the hallway with no idea of where she was going. She only thought of escape from the feral, male beast who lunged after her.

A beast that she had created.

For some reason, she raced toward the patio doors instead of in the direction of the front door and the boat. Maybe some primitive part of her brain associated the lagoon with serenity and protection. In truth, she couldn't think of that blue body of water and not think of Embry as well… which made no sense at all, since it was Embry she ran from. She didn't really know why she ran from him either… why her blood pounded madly in her veins. She wasn't afraid he would harm her.

Not really.

No time for logic. Leah ran like a frightened rabbit from a wolf. She succeeded in flinging open the patio door, but two hands settled on her waist and yanked her back inside the houseboat.

"Let go of me," she shouted but he ignored her, lifting her into his arms effortlessly. She shoved against his chest. He responded by pushing her flush against him, breast to breast, and grabbing one of her flailing arms. Her robe parted as she struggled causing her naked breasts to press tightly to his hard chest. The arousal that shot through her pitched her emotional state even higher. She landed a blow against the side of his head. He cursed and picked up his pace. They seemingly flew down the dim hallway.

"I'm skating on very thin ice here," he growled angrily. "If you hit me like that again, I'm going to blister your ass when I'm done fucking you."

"I didn't say you could fuck me!" she shouted petulantly against his chest. Tears flowed fast down her face. She knew she sounded like a child, but she couldn't regain her control in the midst of her potent panic. He swung her around his arms. She cried out when he tossed her onto the bed facedown. She scrambled to rise on her hands and knees, but Embry came down after her, covering her. He shifted her hips, sliding his engorged cock beneath her robe and up the crevice of her squirming ass. He ground against her, and Leah answered, pressing against him desperately, loving the stark evidence of his monumental need.

He leaned down and spoke his breath striking her ear. "You think I'm going to ask your permission after what you just pulled?"

Leah tried to shift her weight out from beneath him, but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the mattress above her head. He flexed his hips again, burrowing the thick cockhead between her ass cheeks.

She couldn't move with is superior weight pressing down on her… his hands pinning her to the bed. She was caught.

And what a delicious trap.

"Leah?" he prompted and she pulled her attention from the exquisite sensation of his hard cock throbbing against her.

"Yes, I do think it," she exclaimed.

"You're right to think it." He pistoned the long pillar of his cock between her ass cheeks. "So give it to me."

Tears blurred all the objects in her vision.

"Ask for it, Leah," he prompted again, this time in a quieter but no less demanding tone.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Please."

He grabbed his cock and arrowed it into her pussy. Leah was drenched, but he was enormous with need. He grunted in rising frustration when her body's resistance halted his bold possession. He reached down and palmed one of her ass cheeks, spreading her farther.

Leah's face clenched tight when he slid into her to the balls. For a few seconds he stayed still, his cock throbbing inside her pussy, stretching her… demanding she make room for him. He overfilled her, pushing at the limits of what she could take. But she did accommodate him.

And she wanted more.

Needed it.

She wiggled her hips, wild for the friction his cock created deep inside her, not to mention the indirect friction he created on her sizzling clit. He grunted at her primitive urging and released one of her wrists to pop her bottom with his palm.

"Stop it. Do you want me to explode inside of you right this second?" he asked between pants for air.

No. Yes. No. Yes. No.

Yes.

She shifted her hips despite the restraining hold he put on her hip and ass. Now that she was here, pinned to the mattress by Embry's big cock, the only thing she wanted, the only thing she could think of, was a hot, furious release roaring through her flesh.

He cursed and spanked her again before he held her down with both hands and gave her what she wanted.

Leah opened her mouth and shuddered as he fucked her like he thought the end of the world loomed at the corner of his vision. She'd teased and tormented him, and now she'd have to pay.

"We're going to work on you trusting me again, I'll make sure of that." He slammed into her ruthlessly; his cock driving into her body, making her ache when he withdrew.

The headboard rattled against the wall and the mattress squeaking in protest, but still he pounded into her, firing their flesh into an inferno.

He continued to ride her… to master her, while he grabbed a handful of hair, turning her head so he could see her profile. Leah was so wrapped up in the delicious sensations jolting through her body that she forgot to care that he witnessed her tears.

"Do you like that? Do you like that dick?" he rasped as he smacked their flesh together.

Leah eyes rolled to the back of her head for a second before she answered. "Yes. God, yes."

"You're going to have to accept me along with it, Leah." He pushed with his hips, altering the angle of his stabbing cock. He plunged into her, and Leah screamed, orgasm rearing over her. He slid his hand out of her hair and moved it softly down her back around to her breasts squeezing possessively. "Say you'll take me along with it."

"Yes," she cried. Her fingernails dug into the sheets. She held on for dear life as a monster orgasm shook her. She was only vaguely aware of Embry's grunt of discomfort.

"I'm going to cum Leah tell me you don't want this." He grated out.

Leah couldn't speak with another orgasm rushing through her. She opened her mouth then closed it, before pushing herself back more onto him. At that moment she wanted everything he had to offer even if she didn't trust him completely.

"Leah..." His roar as he climaxed penetrated her pleasure, as did the sensation of his warm cum filling inside her.

They both gasped wildly for air, as they'd just completed the final stretch of a grueling marathon. Which they had, in a way, Leah thought wryly as she panted raggedly.

She didn't resist him when he came down beside her and rolled her body into his arms. He stretched, reaching for the bedside table. Leah collapsed onto his perspiration damp chest and lay immobile while he used a towel to wipe between her legs. Then he used his hand to pull her chin until she looked up at him. He didn't say a word, just moved the hair that had fallen in her eyes behind her ear and kissed her deeply. Leah could hardly breathe but at that moment in time she didn't want to as she gave in to the kiss. Leah's heart hammered harder in her ears as she stared at him when he finally released her chin from his gentle grasp.

It was then that a bit of awareness kicked in that they didn't use a condom and she allowed him to actually come inside of her.

But she was too exhausted—both mentally and physically—to talk about it or resist Embry Call for now. It was like trying to resist a charging freight train when you lay directly in its path. Leah laid her head back on his chest.

Neither of them spoke as they strained to regain equilibrium. The harsh soughing of their breath eventually smoothed, the shared rhythm and rate joining them like an invisible thread.

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