Time for plan B, Zach decided as he cleared their plates and then strolled over to Sandie, his eagerness to get inside her again only tempered by the need to pull the truth from her and end this stalemate between them. With Dax’s return, he planned to introduce her to not only the rest of the guys, but what they enjoyed most when they all got together. A BDSM party on the yacht would be a good diversion and give him time to come up with a plan to help her out of whatever dilemma she’d got caught up in. But first, he intended to torment the truth out of her the best way he knew how.
“I don’t mind.” Clasping her hand, he urged her off the stool thinking his shirt looked damn good enveloping her slender frame. The bumpy outline of her areolas and stiff peaks of her nipples pressed against the soft silk, the green highlighting the color of her eyes as she peered up at him with desire etched on her expressive face. He admired the way she didn’t try to hide either her responses or her blatant lust for his kinky demands. She’d embraced his every demand and introduction into his sexual preferences with enthusiasm and whole-hearted approval, and he was counting on the thread of submission he’d exposed to aid in getting his answers.
“In fact,” he said, lifting his other hand to undo the shirt buttons, “I’ll join you.” Her quick inhale as he removed the shirt lifted her breasts, and his mouth watered to feast on the succulent globes again. Tempering his own lust, he led her back to his room, her quickened breathing and eager step a good start.
“It’s… it’s a little early for you, isn’t it?” she asked as he flicked the wall switch to the right of inside the door, dimming the lights a touch.
“Not for what I have in mind. Lie in the middle of the bed, arms above you.”
“You have a thing for silk,” she commented as she crawled atop the downy, navy comforter and settled on her back with a sigh and eyes full of need.
“Only the best,” Zach returned without qualm, biting back a smile when Sandie rolled her eyes and her own lips quirked with his conceited, succinct reply. Her pale body sprawled against the dark background of plush silk presented a lush picture of pure, carnal pleasure to be had. Zach found himself hard-pressed to keep from pouncing on her and sliding into her slick heat, saying to hell with getting answers tonight. Calling on the rigid control that seemed to have deserted him from the moment he laid eyes on her in his stateroom, he reached above her and wrapped both wrists in a wide, lined cuff attached to the headboard.
“Oh,” she breathed with a jerk against the restraints, her pebbled nipples standing up in quivering invitation. Bending, he sucked one turgid tip into his mouth while cupping his palm over her smooth, bare folds, took a moment to suckle with strong pulls then pulled back with a sharp bite. Circling his hand over her plump labia, he spread the gush of cream she released as he traded the nipple for her mouth.
His heated kiss pressed her into the pillow, her low moan filling his mouth as their tongues dueled, and she arched against him. Releasing her before she stripped him of his intentions, he ordered against her trembling, damp lips, “Spread your legs as wide as you can.” She complied with a hitched breath, the telltale sound diving straight to his cock, engorging his hard flesh into a steel rod as he watched her folds unfurl to reveal the slick, pink inner recess of her swollen vagina.
“Damn, but you’re making it difficult to wait.”
“Then don’t.”
He drilled her with a cobalt stare. “Tell me what I want to know and I won’t,” he said before securing her left ankle to the bedpost.
“That’s not fair, Zachary,” she wailed, frustration and desperate need reflected in her tone.
“Life’s not fair, baby. Deal with it.” He moved to bind her right leg, shooting her a sharp glance when she muttered under her breath, “Believe me, I know that.”
“What?”
“That’s what I’ve been trying to do, you moron,” she snapped as she shifted her legs and another spate of moisture dripped from her gaping sheath.
Zach admonished her with a hard swat over the tender flesh between her spread thighs. “Manners, Sandie. It looks like you need a reminder of who calls the shots. You’ll answer my questions with respect,” he instructed as he stripped out of his clothes, keeping his tone matter-of-fact. “And address me as Sir. I let a few things slide while we were out at sea, thinking we’d never see each other again. but that’s changed. Lift.” With a hand gesture, he indicated she should raise her hips for the extra pillow he snatched and held out.
“Are you freaking kidding me?” Sandie couldn’t believe he would insist on such a thing even though she couldn’t deny the little frisson of pleasure his dictate caused.
“I don’t kid when it comes to sex and what I want.”
She couldn’t fathom why his answer turned her on, but couldn’t deny it did. Her skin burned where he slapped her, the heat egging on her arousal as he stuffed the pillow under her butt, elevating her hips and putting her mound on display.
“Oh, God,” she groaned when he covered her with all six-foot-two of his glorious hardness.
“I told you, Sir will do,” he teased as he nipped his way down her arched neck. “I briefly considered adding a few toys to torture you with, but don’t want to take the time to dig them out. Besides, I believe my hands and mouth will be sufficient.”
She held her breath as he lowered his head and assaulted her nipples, shifting back and forth to suckle one while plucking at the other before switching. Sandie couldn’t argue there, he had diabolical hands and a sinful mouth that worked over the sensitive peaks until they throbbed from the rough attention and stood up in pinpoint hardness by the time he maneuvered his whole body lower.
“Tell me your last name.” Zachary breathed that order against her parted folds, his warm breath shooting straight up her pulsing core.
“Please,” she whimpered, thrusting her mound against his mouth, the move emphasizing her desperate plea.
“Tell me and I’ll lick this pretty pussy.” He looked up the length of her perspiration slick, quaking body, his gaze as hot as the rapid flow of blood through her veins.
Sandie wanted to feel his mouth on her aching flesh so bad, she relented, praying she was far enough away from home the information wouldn’t lead him there. “Bowlin, now, touch me.”
His low chuckle vibrated against her sensitive tissues right before he murmured, “Good girl,” then took a slow swipe up her seam, his tongue slipping just far enough inside to graze her protruding clit before retreating.
“What? Why’d you stop?” she gasped, trembling from uncontrollable need.
“Sir.”
“What?”
“Why’d you stop, Sir.” Zachary teased her with another lick, his look of enjoyment a hint he relished the taste of her cream as he waited patiently for her compliance.
Shaking with pent-up lust, she gave him what he wanted. “Sir. Now, do that again.”
His deep sigh and shake of his head didn’t bode well for getting her demand met. “Again, you don’t call the shots.” The sudden pinch on her clit drew a pain-filled, startled shriek and a brief, futile struggle to disengage him from between her sprawled legs. “Behave,” he ordered sharply, pinning her again with just a look.
“What do you want, Zachary?”
He tightened his jaw at her plaintive question before replying with one word. “Answers.”
Zachary slid his hands under her buttocks, cupping the malleable globes then squeezing as he lifted her pussy to his descending mouth. Taking his time tormenting her flesh, he nipped at the soft folds then licked inside her slick channel. His low hum of approval drew goosebumps along her skin as he seemed to savor the taste of her on his tongue. He bided his time, waiting for the tiny contractions of her impending climax to clutch around his jabbing tongue before he frustrated her again by pulling back.
“Who’s after you, Sandie?” He punctuated the question with a slow insertion of three fingers. She shook as her inner muscles clamped around them, and she