Chapter 5
“Yes!”
Kara punched her fist in the air, ecstatic that she had finally conquered the first level of Simon’s new game. Actually, her new game, the computer game Simon had designed especially for her, named after her. The Adventures Of Kara was awesome, not that she was surprised. Her fiancé was a freaking genius, and every game that he designed was unique. It was no wonder that she was completely addicted to anything Simon created.
Running a hand over the computer screen, she sighed. What man would spend countless hours on a game designed especially for her, a game that he never intended to reveal to the world?
Only Simon.
Kara swung the computer chair slightly, glancing at the clock. Oops. She had spent more time than she had intended in the computer lab once she had gotten involved in the game. But it was so incredible, so damn addictive.
The new computer game had been a Valentine gift from Simon, one of many, a present that she would always cherish because Simon had done this himself, probably spent weeks of his nearly nonexistent spare time designing it just to amuse her. Simon had led her up here over an hour ago to surprise her. He had left, grinning broadly, when she had sat down in the computer chair, unable to wait before trying to master one of his creations.
Kara shut the computer down eagerly, ready to find Simon and thank him properly. The diamond on her left hand caught the abundant light in the room, glittering brightly, making her heart contract painfully.
Simon’s mine. We’re going to be married. Have a child together.
Her sadness and hesitation had dissolved like they had never existed. Kara felt like herself again with Simon. She realized that her irrational fears had to do with the fact that she had suspected she was pregnant and hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it, afraid of Simon’s reaction to the news. She should have known better. Really, when had the man she loved ever disappointed her? If anything, he was way more protective than he needed to be. But that was Simon, and Kara loved everything about him, even when his high-handed dominance pissed her off.
Kara smirked, thinking about his promise to try not to be so domineering and controlling. He’d been good all afternoon and evening, taking care of her, making love to her gently, as though she would break because she was pregnant. The intimacy and tenderness had been comforting, something she had needed after the turbulent emotions she had experienced the last few weeks. However…she was about to tweak her alpha. Simon’s sexual dominance was something she not only enjoyed, but reveled in. He was one half tenderness and the other half complete testosterone. It was time for her caveman to come out and play.
She stood, pulling the red silk robe she was wearing tighter around her body. It was strange that she hadn’t seen Simon in over an hour. Usually, he would sit with her, work on one of his games while she played on the usage computer in the lab.
Her bare feet didn’t make a sound on the plush carpet as she padded down the stairs, her freshly painted toenails peeking out from under the robe as she went. Looking down at her feet as she took the last step, she decided that maybe she would go for a pedicure again in the future. Her feet were smooth and it had been really relaxing. Maybe she and Maddie could go right before her wedding.
Her wedding. Simon was going to be her husband. Kara Hudson was a name she’d always carry proudly, knowing the sacrifice that both brothers had made to achieve their status.
“Simon?” Kara called to him as she entered the kitchen, perplexed when she didn’t find him there. Surely he wasn’t asleep. He never went to bed without her.
“In the bedroom, come here,” Simon called hoarsely, demandingly.
A small smile formed on her lips as she moved toward their bedroom. Simon rarely asked; he instructed. Kara complied when she wanted to, and right now she felt compelled to follow his instructions. Curious, she wandered down the hallway. The door to the bedroom was partially closed, swinging open soundlessly as she placed her palm on the wood and pushed gently.
She gasped as her eyes landed on Simon, clad in nothing but her lucky penny on a gold chain and a pair of silk Valentine boxer shorts decorated with hearts and devils, completely bound to the bed. Heart racing, she rushed to the bed. “Simon, what are you doing?”
Kara had been in the restraints herself several times, once because it was the only way that Simon could have sex, and later just because it was erotic and sexy. Considering Simon’s history, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She blinked, and blinked again.
Both of his hands were restrained, but he opened one of his fists, revealing one of the heart-wishes she gave him every holiday, a tiny paper heart, good for one wish, one thing that he wanted from her. The tiny paper fluttered in his hand. “I wish you would believe that I trust you completely.”
“No, Simon. No.” Kara climbed onto the bed, tearing at the restraints in a frenzy of fear and panic, but the bindings held fast. Frustrated, realizing that she wasn’t completely sure how to get them loose, she begged him, “Tell me how to release these.” Desperate, she jerked hard on one of the arm restraints, needing to free him, not able to see him helpless. This had to be killing him. Damn him. Was there nothing he wouldn’t suffer just to prove himself to her? “You didn’t need to do this. I do trust you completely.”
“Kara, stop. Now. Before you hurt yourself” His voice was stern, rigid in a way that she had never heard from him before. And it stopped her in her tracks. In a more relaxed tone he added, “I’m not uncomfortable. Well…except for some minor swelling.”
Kara slapped a hand over her racing heart and looked at Simon’s face for the first time since she had entered the room. He was…smiling. A complete shit-eating grin that made her relax slightly and examine the situation. Holy hotness, the man was sexy as sin. All four of his limbs were bound and there was nothing on the bed except his body and the black silk fitted sheet beneath him. The black boxers were new, one of her many Valentine gifts to him this year, and they molded over his erection perfectly.
His erection? Simon was actually aroused? How was that possible? With his history, the things that had happened to him, how could he do this without emotional pain and distress? Searching Simon’s face for any sign of discomfort, she found…none. His eyes were hot, devouring her, without a trace of unease.
“How did you do this? How is it possible to put yourself into these things?” All four of his limbs were bound snugly, judging by the lack of give when she had been yanking on them.
“Sam,” Simon answered in a disgruntled voice. “I think the bastard enjoyed making them as tight as possible.”
Slapping a hand over her mouth, Kara tried to stop a delighted giggle from escaping her lips…and failed. “Your brother did this?”
“I’m sure I’ll never hear the end of it. I wanted to be naked, but he insisted that I cover my family jewels so he wouldn’t go blind,” Simon answered, unhappy.
Oh God, Kara would have given anything to see that event while it was taking place. She could only imagine Sam tying his brother to a bed, insisting that he cover his privates. Sam didn’t know all of Simon’s secrets, so he had probably just considered the situation odd, something he could tease his little brother about eternally, rather than finding it alarming. “I can’t believe you did this.” She plucked the heart from his palm and tore it up, throwing the tiny pieces over her shoulder. “Wish granted. But I already trust you completely, Simon. I told you it was hormones. And I’ve done some thinking. I realize now how my actions could have seemed like rejection or doubt to you, but it was my issue, not yours.”
“I wanted to make sure you trusted me. Now touch me before I go insane,” he insisted, his dark eyes demanding.
Kara looked at him, her breath catching as she drank in the sight of him, completely laid out for her pleasure. Simon was like a leashed tiger ready to pounce. Having him bound was heady, erotic. He was all rippling muscle and dark pleasure. And she was dying to touch him, and stroke that golden skin. “You are the sexiest man on the planet.” Her voice was husky, aching with desire.
“I think you need your eyes examined. I’ve always thought so. I have scars, sweetheart. Ugly scars.”
Yes. Simon had scars, a testament of his strength and courage. Kara would never find them unappealing or ugly. “Like a dark warrior, the hero of my dreams.”
She reached out and ran her palm down his chest, tracing each scar with her finger and bending to lave them with her tongue.
“You’re crazy,” he groaned, straining against the arm restraints.
“You make me that way,” she retorted with a laugh, continuing to tongue his chest, nibbling lightly at one nipple, cupping his silk-clad cock with her other hand.
Having Simon at her mercy was novel, and completely enticing. Coming to her knees, she shrugged out of her robe, nearly forgetting her hidden gift to Simon in her eagerness to touch him.
“Holy shit. What are you wearing?” Simon’s voice was tortured, and she smiled at him, a naughty, seductive smile.
“Another Valentine gift for you” It was the raciest item she had ever worn for Simon, and that was saying something, because he loved sexy lingerie. Simon usually appreciated it briefly before he tore it from her body. The red babydoll dress was nothing but wisps of fabric with spaghetti straps. The top barely covered her nipples and the tiny strips of fabric surrounding her belly were transparent. The panties were barely-there, leaving her ass exposed and her pussy only partially covered. “Of course, I had to shave. Completely. These panties don’t cover much.”
Simon gulped, his eyes hot and wild as they raked her body possessively. “Completely…bare?” He choked out the last word, his voice hoarse. “You weren’t earlier.”
Tossing the robe on the floor, she turned to him, running a finger over the outline of his engorged cock. “I had to do it when I put it on. Right before you took me upstairs to play my new game. It’s wonderful, Simon. I think you should release it.”
“For Christ sake, release it. I’m ready to explode,” he grumbled, his breath becoming heavy.
“I wasn’t talking about your cock, silly. I was referring to the game.” She chuckled as she liberated him, watching his length spring free as she lowered the elastic of the boxers.
“Don’t give a shit about the game right now,” he huffed.
The computer game left Kara’s mind completely as she touched him. Her hand wrapped around his silken member as she bent to kiss him, rubbing her sensitive breasts against his chest. His tongue thrust into her mouth as his hips lifted in response to her firm grip on his rod. Simon kissed her like a man possessed and she answered him with an equal passion, while her hand caressed the part of him that she was dying to have inside her. But that could wait. Simon had done this for her and she was determined to make it pleasurable for him. Extremely pleasurable. She meant to prod her caveman before she gave into her own urges.
Releasing his mouth, she knelt beside him, still stroking his velvet cock, taking her time to run her hands over every inch of his body. She might never get this opportunity again and she wanted to touch. “I’m having a craving,” she told him in a sultry voice as she released him and slid from the bed.
“Kara. Get back here.” His voice was both pleading and insistent.
Kara dashed to the kitchen, returning with a can of whipped cream. Shaking it sensually, she tipped her head back and opened her lips, squirting a stream of sweet cream into her mouth. “Mmmm…delicious,” She licked her lips, swallowing the frothy confection. Simon’s dark, dangerous look as he watched her, mesmerized, nearly broke her. “There’s only one thing that would taste better exploding into my mouth right now. Something I crave.” She crawled across the bed, between Simon’s bound legs.
“Kara.” His voice was a warning, one that she didn’t heed.
She dabbed the white fluff onto his ripped abdomen, his thighs, and finally all over his bulging cock.
She lapped at his abdomen first, enjoying the sweet taste of whipped cream, tracing every hard, vigorously contracting muscle.
Simon jerked on his restraints, groaning, “Kara. I’ll make you pay for this.”
She smiled as she licked his thigh. “I’m counting on it, big guy. And I do mean…big.” His cock was straining, pulsating.
Moving to his other thigh, she nibbled and sucked, leaving a small mark with her teeth as she devoured the sweet treat.
Her pussy contracted as she moved to his groin. The panties of her outrageous lingerie were already saturated.
She purred softly as her tongue snaked over his groin, licking away the whipped cream softly, thoroughly.
“Fuck. I won’t last. Goddamn it, Kara. Free me.” Simon’s voice was frustrated, and completely aroused.
She looked up at him, met his liquid brown eyes filled with desire, searching for any sign that he was uncomfortable in any other way but passionately. He wasn’t. He was completely consumed with erotic pleasure, watching her, his only frustration the fact that he wasn’t pleasuring her in return. “I thought you wanted to satisfy all my cravings,” she whispered to him softly. “I crave tasting you.”
Simon growled, his head dropping back onto the pillow as Kara took his cock into her mouth, her tongue circling the bulbous head.
“You’re going to kill me,” he panted heavily as her mouth consumed him completely.
Only with pleasure, big guy.
She took as much of his substantial length as she possibly could, tightening her lips around him, sucking hard, her head bobbing as she devoured him.
His hips rose, thrusting himself into her mouth as she came down for every stroke. Glancing up, she could see his muscles straining, his fists clenching the restraints. In that moment, Simon looked beautiful in his passion, his complete loss of control, his face harsh with ecstasy.
“Fuck. Kara. Sweetheart. Ahhhh…God. Yessss.”
He shouted incoherent words continuously as she moved faster, harder. He exploded, his body glistening with sweat, his hot release flowing into her mouth so satisfying that she moaned around his cock as she swallowed. After licking every drop, she crawled up his body and kissed him, letting him taste himself and a hint of sweet cream in her embrace.
He tasted her mouth, finally ripping his lips from hers. “Bare pussy. Now.” He strained at his bindings, looking desperate to be released.
Yep. It was time to release her caveman. “Help me.” She had no clue how to get him free.
Simon gave her clipped instructions and she finally got his hands free. He sat up and deftly removed the restraints on his legs himself.
He was on her in a heartbeat, his sweaty, still-panting self completely out of control. God, how she loved him. Alpha Simon was on the prowl and sexy as hell.
He ripped her lingerie, shredding the top and bottom in a few hard tugs, completely destroying the ensemble. She sighed, admiring his brute strength, the ease with which he could get her naked. The desire to chastise him for shredding her lingerie had left her long ago. He would replace it later. And seeing him go completely insane with passion was well worth it. As usual, he was rough on the garment without hurting her.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathed heavily as he uncovered her shaven pussy. “Time for revenge. You want to play, little girl, you have to pay up.”
Kara was more than ready for Simon’s type of punishment, the type that would leave her breathless, begging and moaning. As his fingers traced her swollen, sensitive nipples, she moaned. She was so, so ready.
“Please, Simon.”
“Please, what? What do you want?” he asked her harshly.
“Fuck me. Please.”
“I think not. I’m having a craving of my own. My mouth is watering for some cream. Are you wet for me, sweetheart?”
Wet? Hell…she was beyond wet. “Yes.”
She bucked her hips, but she couldn’t budge his rock solid body. His moist skin plastered against her, but he was keeping most of his weight from her with his arms. Looking up, she met his wild, intense dark eyes, her body clamoring for his possession. “You’re going to come for me while I taste you.” His voice was raspy, and he buried his face in her hair, biting gently at her neck, before he licked his way down to her breasts.
She gasped as he tongued her breasts, moving from one to the other, as though he had all the time in the world to worship each sensitive nipple. Her core clenched as he moved to her belly, stopping to flick his tongue into her bellybutton, laying moist, hot kisses to her stomach.
Finally, right before she was ready to scream with frustration, he spread her thighs. She shivered as he blew a warm breath on her naked pussy.
“I can already smell your arousal, see how wet you are,” he growled, his fingers trailing over the bare flesh.
She thrashed her head, needing desperately to feel his mouth on her. “Please, Simon. I need you.”
His finger delved along her saturated folds, slowly meandering deeper. “Like this?” he asked, his tone demanding.
“More,” she begged, ready to lose her mind if he didn’t make her come immediately.
“Like this?” He circled her clit, his finger gliding through her slick flesh.
“More. Damn it. More.” She was losing it, her body begging for him.
“Like this?” His mouth closed over her tender flesh, his tongue lapping, licking her arousal, consuming her.
Oh, God. Yes. Yes. Yes. Her hips lifted, trying to get his tongue deeper, faster. He parted her folds with his thumbs and buried his face in her pussy with a tortured reverberating sound, devouring her like a starving man, relentlessly flicking her clit as he completely consumed her.
“Yes. Please, Simon. I need to come.” She grasped his head, threading her fingers into his hair, moaning as she pulled him against her, rocking her hips as he pleasured her with his scorching hot mouth.
He groaned against her flesh, the vibrations pushing her slowly toward insanity. Her climax engulfed her, consumed her, her body catching fire as Simon laved her over the edge.
Nearly ready to sob with relief, Kara cried his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her body.
After he had wrung every ounce of pleasure from her that he could with his amazing mouth, Simon shed his boxers and crawled up her body. Kara opened her eyes, and saw the man she loved, raw and edgy, just the way she liked him. Just the way she loved him.
Kara’s body was sated, but her need to have him join with her was almost unbearable. “Fuck me, Simon. Now.” His erection jutted against the still-quivering flesh of her core.
“Mine,” he told her roughly. “You’ll always be mine.”
“Yes. Always.”
Simon positioned his hard cock at the entrance to Kara’s begging channel, entering her with one hard thrust, taking her breath away. He filled her, completed her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, wanting to be as close to him as she could get.
Simon’s mouth covered hers, suffusing her entire body with heat, taking her away to a place where only she and Simon existed. His cock pummeled her, Simon pulling almost completely out before entering her again, and Kara embraced the volatile mating. He was claiming her, and she wanted to be claimed by him.
Yanking his mouth from hers, he panted, “Tell me you’re mine. I need you. I love you. You’re never fucking leaving me.”
“I’ll always be yours, Simon. Nothing will tear us apart. I love you.” Her gasping admission was barely out of her mouth before she felt her orgasm building. Wrapping her legs tighter around Simon’s waist, she met his powerful strokes, their sweat-soaked bodies melding together seamlessly.
Kara flew apart, her body trembling and her channel contracting, nails biting into the skin of Simon’s back. She cried out his name, rocking her fiery body into his, milking his cock as her orgasm crested and then let her come back to earth slowly.
“Fuck. Kara. Kara.” Simon came, his explosive orgasm flooding her womb.
He rolled off her immediately, clutching her against him, pulling her into the protective shelter of his arms.
His chest still heaving, he choked out, “Did I hurt you?”
She shook her head, her body still quivering. “No,” she whispered, still short of breath. “You gave me exactly what I needed.”
Her need satiated, Kara kissed his forehead before burying her face in his neck, still trying to recover.
Somehow, Simon always seemed to know what she needed. Tonight, on their second Valentine’s Day together, he had given her his unbridled passion and his deep unconditional love. Certainly, he hadn’t needed to put himself in restraints to prove anything to her. But just the fact that he had been willing, had put himself completely at her mercy, humbled her beyond belief.
Kara sighed, wondering how she had ever been so lucky, how she had ever stumbled across a man like Simon, a man to whom she could surrender everything, a man who would always hold her love, her trust and her soul safely in his care.
“I love you. Happy Valentine’s Day,” she breathed softly against his neck.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, sweetheart. I’ll love you forever,” Simon murmured against her shoulder, his arms tightening protectively, possessively around her.
Whatever challenges she and Simon might face, they would deal with them together.
“You’ll always have me,” she told him softly, sleepily.
“I know, baby. I’m the luckiest bastard in the world,” he rumbled.
Kara fell asleep with a smile on her lips, and the contentment of knowing that she had found a love that would last forever. For a woman who had once been so alone in the world, it was the best Valentine’s gift she could ever receive.