Bound to Pleasure [Bound To 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) Page 3

  “I’ve been living in it now for about a month now. The renovations took a little longer than I expected.” Long enough for Marcus to think the playing field was open apparently.

  The abruptness in his voice had Emma glancing over at him. His eyes were fixed straight ahead and his hands were clenching the wheel tightly. “Are you angry?”

  “No.” His answer was short, succinct.

  Sneaking another peek, she saw his hands flex on the wheel. He looked angry. Could he be regretting what happened? “Are you sure?”

  “Yes.” He practically growled the answer this time.

  “Ronan, you seem really, really angry.” Emma gave a squeal when he swerved the truck to the right, braked hard, before throwing it into park, sending them both rocking in their seats. When he turned toward her, the look on his face had her pushing back against the door, as far from his reach as she could go.

  “You want to know what’s wrong, Emma? I can still taste you on my tongue. I smell your arousal every time I draw a breath and it’s making me insane. I’m fighting to keep from pulling you onto my lap and sinking my cock into that tight little pussy and fucking you until we both pass out from exhaustion. We have to talk before we fuck, but right now my dick is trying to take control. Please just sit there until we get home. I’m so close to losing the fight, Emma. I’m feeling completely out of control and I’m a man who craves—no, needs control. Please.”

  Emma nodded slowly, watching him like one would watch a wild animal. She turned so she was facing the road again and clasped her hands together in her lap. Her heart was racing but she didn’t move a muscle. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him staring at her, like a predator trying to decide if he should attack now or wait. Finally, he put the truck into drive and continued on.

  Chapter 2

  Ronan watched his woman walk around the home he’d built for her. It felt good having Emma here. His very soul had breathed a contented sigh the moment she’d walked through the door and smiled at what he’d done to the old run-down place. The roof had been sagging, the plumbing shot, the wiring should have already burned it to the ground.

  He remembered walking into the dusty broken-down kitchen while the agent had yammered on about room size and granite counters. Her voice had faded and the only thing he saw was the picture windows looking out across a huge backyard. The rusted-out sink, ragged linoleum, and sagging cabinets disappeared. He saw Emma standing at that same window, humming as she mixed up one of her concoctions while their children played at her feet.

  The image in his mind had been so real, felt so right. He’d bought it on the spot without quibbling over the price. His parents had gushed over the finished product, both aware he’d built it for his One. That special love every Kincaid was gifted in their life. He’d thought the old man had been just trying to bolster the mighty Kincaid legacy until he’d watched his brother Jack find his One. It had been eye opening.

  He wasn’t proud to admit it, but he’d been envious of Jack. His baby brother hadn’t wanted to settle down. He’d perfectly happy playing with nameless subs at the club and running their father’s company. Then wham, along came a little sub named Kat. He’d never seen his brother happier. Now he felt bad for giving Jack such a hard time for letting Kat lead him around by his nose. Ronan had a feeling given half the chance, he’d let Emma lead him around by any body part she wanted. Not that he would ever admit that to anyone, but a man should always be honest with himself.

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  Emma stood in awe of the beautiful house. It was gorgeous, not what she’d pictured a playboy like Ronan wanting at all. The huge wraparound porch alone had been enough to have her gushing. There were numerous areas sat up for relaxing and socializing. Large palm leaf fans under the porch roof pushed away the humid air. The large stately white columns had been restored to their former glory—they could make a girl sigh. The foyer and grand staircase looked as though it had been gutted completely and redone but still paid homage to its plantation history. “This is absolutely stunning. I’d never leave if this was my house, Ronan.” Smiling, she turned to find him once again watching her with that intense look.

  If he had his way, she’d never have to leave. Grasping her arm, he led her down the hall to the kitchen. “I was very happy with the way the house turned out. I want to get your opinion on the kitchen. The old one wasn’t salvageable so I had it gutted and put in a new one.” Watching her face as they cleared the doorway, he knew he’d gotten it right.

  Emma stood in the doorway, transfixed. Now this, this was a kitchen. “Oh. My. God.” Unable to take it anymore, she hurried into the space, straight over to the stovetop.

  “This is breathtaking. Is that a 48-inch Viking freestanding range? Oh my, it is. It’s the Tuscany.”

  Ronan watched in satisfaction as she ran a hand over the burners and opened up the oven door. Sneaky little Kat had told him how much she wanted one of those. He’d have to thank her for helping him get everything in order.

  Twirling around, she grasped his hand, squeezing it tightly. “Ronan, I didn’t know you cooked. All of these things are what professional chefs use. You’ll love cooking on them. The stovetop even has a grill feature to rival anything you would use outside. So you can grill year round. They are amazing.” Blushing furiously, Emma tucked a stray hair behind her ear. “But I guess you already know all that because you bought them. Sorry, I must sound like an idiot, but I’ve been drooling over a Viking range forever. One of these days the boys and I will have something like that.” Eyes twinkling, she turned from him and continued exploring the kitchen.

  She was absolutely breathtaking. He continued to watch her explore, running a delicate hand over the countertops, opening each cabinet, and exclaiming over pots and pans like most women oohed and aahed over diamonds. Ronan knew they had to work some things out before he gave in to temptation and hauled her up to the California King waiting upstairs. “Emma, why don’t you have a seat? I’m going to pour us a glass of wine and we’ll talk about things.”

  Emma couldn’t sit down. She wanted to see everything in the room. The cabinets were those lovely soft close ones, and inside she saw a set of copper Ruffoni pans. This was a cook’s wet dream of a kitchen. She wondered if Ronan would allow her to use it occasionally. She wanted to make cakes and candies and of course, her brothers would want her to keep making their protein drinks and healthy food.

  “Come on, love, have a seat.” Ronan had to stifle a laugh as she turned dragging her feet, a slight pout to her lips. When she was close enough he grabbed her hand, pulled her onto his lap and back against his chest. “Here, have a sip.” Holding the glass to her lips, he gave her no choice but to drink.

  Emma tried to take the glass, but a dark look and single shake of his head had her dropping her hand back onto her lap. Taking a small sip, she was pleasantly surprised she liked the flavor of the dark red wine.

  Satisfied, he sat the glass down and caught both of her hands in his. “Now we talk. Do you remember all those months ago when I was shot?”

  “Yes, of course. I came to the hospital to see you.”

  “You came to see Kat, and you called me a cranky toddler, but we’ll let that one slide.” Ronan lifted her hands to his lips and pressed a lingering kiss on each, chuckling at her pinking cheeks. “I’ve wanted you since the moment I heard that sexy voice of yours. It still gets me hot. I think you could read the company’s financial statement to me and my dick would get hard.”

  Emma looked at him incredulously. “Really? So for almost a year you’ve pined from afar? I don’t think so. I know the kind of women you go for and it is not me.” Holding up a hand, she began ticking off the list she’d made up in her head already of why she needed to stop thinking about him in any way other than a chocoholic that was good for business. “You like them young, blond, stacked, curvy, and submissive. I am none of those. I’m pretty old, if you’re comparing me to most of your dates. I was blessed with this mud-brown hair tha
t neither shimmers with golden or honey tones. The girls,” she said, pointing at her chest, “aren’t anywhere near the boobs you usually play with, and I’m extremely bossy and opinionated. Ask Kat, she’ll tell you.”

  Ronan had a feeling his mouthy little love was going to spend a fair amount of time bound, gagged, and spanked. He would never allow her to put speak so poorly of herself. She was perfection. “You are beautiful, love. Everything about you is perfection. Never put yourself down again. You are also very much submissive, but we’ll get to that later. I didn’t want you to become a target. Someone had taken a shot at me intentionally. I wasn’t going to haul you into the middle of that situation. It was much too dangerous. After Andrew Stone was caught, the media vultures descended, digging for dirt on everything and everyone. They will tear apart anyone who is linked with my family. I couldn’t do that to you or your brothers.”

  Emma considered what he was saying. It made sense in a weird way. Every book she’d ever read that had a BDSM theme usually made the Dom out to be crazy protective. Ronan was dominant in nature. So if he considered her submissive, which she wasn’t, and his, which she wasn’t, it really did seem rational in the oddest of ways. “So today you just decided to make your move?”

  Ronan snorted. “No. I had every intention of wooing you slowly, although it has almost killed me to wait until that bastard Stone was sent to a federal institution. I wanted everything to be perfect. Marcus put a kink in those plans.”

  Kat shook her head in confusion. “I still don’t understand what Marcus has to do with anything. He’s a sweetheart but I only ever see him when he comes into the cafe for something to eat or to get his protein fix. He’s still mourning the loss of Kat’s cookies. You know, Jack won’t let her bake them for him anymore. Marcus is very interested in my cookies. He mentioned it the last time he was in the café. It’s actually a good idea. I could offer a healthier version and a full-fat version. He even offered to come over and be my taste tester. See, I told you … a total sweetheart.”

  That fucking bastard, Ronan thought furiously. He’d pull Marcus’s goddamn tongue out through his ass if even thought about Emma’s cookies. “Marcus wasn’t at your house last night?”

  “No, of course not. Why would he be? I have no clue what made Kat say any of that. She knows the man has never made a move toward me.”

  Ronan threw back his head and laughed. Kat had set him up and he’d fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. He’d have to thank the sneaky little sub later. Setting his hands on Emma’s shoulders, he began kneading the tight muscles. “Tell me what you know about my lifestyle, what you know about domination and submission.”

  Emma blushed. Well, this just got even more awkward. As if being perched on Ronan’s lap in his kitchen wasn’t awkward enough. Glancing up at his face, she saw he had that determined bossy look on his face. The one that said, “answer me, or we’ll sit here all night.”

  “I know you like control,” Emma said. “Well, I mean to say a dominant likes to control certain situations. Some in the bedroom, and some like it in every aspect of life for their submissives.”

  “Does that appeal to you? Me controlling everything? The way you dress, what you eat, as well as your pleasure?” Ronan prayed she’d say no. He had no desire to have a slave. If that’s what she needed he’d have to step aside and help her find a top that would make her happy. It would kill him to let her go, but her happiness went before everything.

  Forgetting she’d sworn adamantly only a few moments ago she wasn’t submissive, she shook her head quickly in the negative. “No. I could never be happy like that. It’s too much. I need to be me, no matter what.”

  Ronan nodded for her to continue, deepening the pressure to her shoulders. His little love was much too tense. Her moan of pleasure had his cock jumping in his pants. She’d moaned the same way when he’d licked her clit. “I know you read fictional books with domination and bondage themes, Emma. Kat, let me in on a few of your secrets. What kind of dominant made you wet, made you touch yourself and pretend?”

  “The ones who take control sexually. The ones who spanked and restrained their submissives. Oh, yes, right there.” Emma couldn’t believe just talking about this to him had her wet. She tried to hold back but when he hit a knot in her shoulder, releasing it, she moaned long and hard. My God, the man was magic.

  Ronan couldn’t take it anymore. Fuck now, talk later. He could do vanilla until they had a chance to talk, but he couldn’t take another minute without possessing her. Coming out of chair, he put a hand under her knees and one under to support her head, cradling her close as he made his way upstairs.

  Emma barely had a chance could to properly gawk at the beauty of the rooms they were passing through before she found herself tossed onto a large bed. Ronan stood above her, working quickly on the buttons of his shirt.

  She simply watched him, eyes widening as pulled the shirt off revealing a tight flat abdomen and muscled chest. Every bit of saliva in her mouth dried as his hands fell to the buttons on his faded jeans. He made quick work of the three buttons and stepped out of the denim. Apparently, commando was a normal state for him because his cock jutted out, hard and thick.

  Fisting a hand around his dick Ronan began slowly stroking along his shaft, delighted to see Emma watching hungrily. His cock gave a near painful jerk when she licked her lips as he smoothed a drop of pre-cum over the tip. “If you don’t want this, you can leave now. I’ll drive you back to Ruth’s.” He didn’t add that it would kill him to let her walk away, but he would if she truly wasn’t ready.

  Emma watched his hand stroking up and down a truly impressive cock. It was big, like the rest of him. The head looked silky smooth, a drop of fluid already leaking out as he massaged back down. She wanted to lick him from root to tip. She needed to feel his thick length shuttling in and out of her mouth, stretching her. “Can I taste you? I probably shouldn’t have just blurted that out, huh?” She knew her face was cherry red.

  Feeling the thread holding his control fray further, he stepped toward the bed, still stroking his length. “Come here.” He didn’t know if she could even understand the guttural command.

  She came up on her knees and crawled to the end of the bed, gasping as his hand wound through her hair and pulled her toward his erection. She expected him to just ram it in like she’d read about in some of her books but he simply stood there, waiting for her to make the next move. She bent forward the inch she needed and lightly licked the head. It felt as smooth as it looked. Growing bolder, she opened her mouth and took the tip in, swirling her tongue under his cockhead. Putting one hand on his thigh, she wrapped the other around the base of his shaft. He was thick, long, and so hard. She heard him growl. The hand in her hair pulled until she felt prickles of heat along her scalp. Wanting more, she opened wider and started sucking, stroking up and down. She wrapped her tongue around him, licking, completely lost in his taste and feel. Her pussy was clenching and pulsing, wetness seeping down onto her thighs.

  Ronan gritted his teeth as she once again twisted her hand at his base while her mouth kept up its relentless pace, sucking and licking him as if he were a treat she’d been denied too long. He watched his shaft sliding in and out of that perfect mouth until he felt his balls draw tight to his body and knew release was only a few strokes away. Using his grip on her hair, he pulled her off his cock. She whimpered and tried to take him back in her mouth. He thought he might have actually heard the thread holding his control snap. “Not this time, Emma. I need to fuck you, baby.” Hauling her back to the middle of the bed, he quickly rolled on a condom, stripped off her clothing, and covered her with his body.

  Emma felt his hand move between her thighs, pushing through her swollen tissues with first one finger, then another. She tried to move her hips into the caress, but his thighs were holding them still.

  “I’m dying to feel you around my cock, love. You’re so tight. It’s going to feel like a vise squeezing me. All this cream ple
ases me. I love you wet and ready.” His thumb started rubbing at her swollen clit, working her into a frenzy.

  “Please, Ronan. Please, fuck me.” Emma was almost mindless with her need.

  Removing his fingers, he sat up on his haunches and pulled her thighs further apart, positioning himself at her entrance. Ronan gave her only his cockhead in little shallow thrusts, torturing them both. “You’re mine, Emma. Mine.”

  She screamed his name as he thrust fully into her sensitive flesh. Her walls rippled and clenched around him in an orgasm so intense she couldn’t decide if it was heaven or hell.

  Ronan felt her quivering around his cock and barely kept himself from spilling into the condom. Slowing his thrusts before he embarrassed himself, he rode her easy. “That’s it, baby. Take what you need, come for me.” He whispered and crooned to her until he felt her body settle. He pulled almost completely out of her warmth then pushed back in until he was again encased, tip to root, in her hot, wet body. She was so tight. It was killing him. He kept up the slow in-and-out thrusts, enjoying watching her body reawaken to the possibility of yet another release. He took her face between his hands and began to nip softly at her lips, encouraging her to open for his tongue. When she opened on a moan, he dipped in and at the same time began to pump his hips hard and fast. She was mewling, lifting into each thrust. As he felt her body stiffen, he reached between them and gave her clit a light pinch. She wailed as another orgasm crashed over her. Grasping her legs, pushing them up to her chest, he began pounding into her like a madman, finally giving in to the need for his own release. Unable to stop himself, he kept pumping even after his body had been wrung dry. Ronan’s body didn’t want to relinquish the soft haven it had found.