Tariq stiffened beneath her, his muscled body going rigid. The expression on his face was one she couldn’t interpret but it wasn’t the grin she’d expected.
Certain she’d made a grievous faux pas, Reyna’s smile died. The surge of playfulness died as though it never was. “I’m sorry. I was just joking. I’d never…”
Mortified, Reyna pushed up, intending to climb off him. He lunged up and locked his arms around her, capturing her mouth with his before she could fully retreat. Mentally he commanded, Read me through our bond. Does it feel like I’m displeased with your suggestion? Then he shoved everything he was feeling into her.
The image of his naked body splayed and bound for her pleasure appeared in her mind. Along with it was his mingled confusion and excitement at the idea of being held captive to her tender mercies. He liked her suggestion. More than liked it. It turned him on.
Reyna’s eyes widened, her nails dug into his skin, and moisture slicked the folds of her sex as her vagina clenched in reaction. “Oh!” she exclaimed when he ended the kiss.
She’d always associated bondage with pain but seen through his eyes, Reyna suddenly realized it could be so much more.
Tariq cupped her cheek and admitted ruefully, “I’ve never been big on dominance games unless I’m the one calling the shots. Had anyone else suggested this the answer would be an automatic no, but since it’s you, I’m willing. More than willing, I’m intrigued by the possibilities.”
Still she hesitated. This whole sexual arena was new. Earlier the mating venom and her cat had governed her actions. This time, though both of those elements were present, she was in control of her faculties and as a result, completely clueless on how to proceed. The last thing she wanted to do to Tariq is what had been done to her.
The injustice of her situation suddenly infuriated her. The Felini were naturally sensuous beings. Sex play should be second nature to her. Instead she was left emotionally uncertain, physically fumbling and floundering about. Deeply ingrained fear had placed a chokehold on her natural desires. No more, she determined. It was time to break free of the chains which bound her.
Tariq nudged her gently to the side and leaning over the edge of the platform, came up with his belt in his hands. “This ought to do the trick.”
He considered the headboard, which was mounted on the wall. Large, rectangular in shape, and covered with black leather, the cushioned headboard had nothing protruding to hold onto, and no gaps to slide his hands through. “I have the wrong typed of bed for this, but if you bind my hands together, I promise to keep them over my head.”
Tariq laid the belt in front of her, held out his arms, wrists together, and waited. When she didn’t move quick enough to suit him, he quirked an eyebrow. “Chickening out?”
“No.” Spine straightening in automatic response to his challenge, she snatched up the leather and began binding him. When it wouldn’t wrap around anymore, she slipped a finger in between the material and his skin to make sure it wasn’t too tight, and then glided the double prongs into their holes. “Hands over your head.”
Tariq raised his arms into position.
Reyna brushed everything off the bed—the tattered pieces of leather and cloth, shredded fibers from the mattress, and the one pillow which had somehow managed to remain on the mattress. Then she kneeled at the foot of the bed and surveyed Tariq in all his glory, and a glorious sight it was.
Growing up in a pride of shifters as she had, Reyna was no stranger to the male form. In the den, nudity was common. Some of the pride actually preferred going about au naturel. They didn’t have to waste time undressing before the shift.
However, never had the sight of one of the Felini affected her the way this man did. His body was a work of art. She heard herself purr and didn’t even care. Reyna forgot about shyness and uncertainty and let instinct guide her.
Reyna crawled up his body and settled on his thighs, the thick, rigid member jutting out from his pelvis her goal. She reached out with greedy hands and captured her prize. Descriptions like satin over steel and a velvet covered rod entered her mind. She felt the sudden need to indulge all of her senses.
She brushed her cheek along the length of his shaft. Turning her head to bury her noise in his groin, Reyna inhaled deeply, capturing his scent. Again she purred. Tariq groaned and his thighs became hard as concrete beneath her as he held rigidly to his control.
Curiosity unchecked, Reyna explored the length and breadth of his sex. She nuzzled him, stroked him, tasted and smelled him until she was dizzy with sensory overload. From the growls and curses Tariq muttered, she guessed he was at the end of his control, but he made no demands of her.
Aching with the need to have him fill her, Reyna considered mounting him and being done with it. However, she wasn’t quite ready to give up the reins. Once he was inside of her, Reyna doubted Tariq would continue to be so submissive. Having him beneath her like this, bound for her pleasure, was healing. Right now she called the shots. It was within her power to dispense or withhold the caresses he craved. The knowledge was liberating.
She explored him from head-to-toe, being sure to stop occasionally to partake in more of those mind-blowing kisses while she was at it. When she couldn’t take it anymore, when it felt like her skin was turned inside out, Reyna held Tariq by the root of his shaft and slowly sank down on him.
The sound he made was guttural. Reyna was too caught up in her body’s response to really pay attention. Planting her hands on his chest, she gave into the need and rode. Slowly at first, gradually increasing the depth and speed with which she took him. Tariq lifted his knees, braced his feet on the mattress, and matched her thrust for thrust.
Reyna came with a scream, back arched, claws digging into his chest.
Tariq roared. The belt disintegrated, pieces of leather flying everywhere. He grabbed her by the hips and rolled them so he was on top. Scooping his hands under her shoulders, he held her in place as he powered into her. Reyna lifted her legs high around his waist, buried her hands in his hair, and held on. He took her savagely, thrilling both sides of her nature. When Tariq buried his fangs in her left breast and began to feed, Reyna climaxed so hard she saw stars.