Page 55 of Chained By Fate (Dark Billionaires: Vegas #1)
Twenty-Two
ANDY
I never saw myself as the type to end up as a human buffet, especially not in the penthouse of a Las Vegas high roller.
But there I was, stark naked and trussed up like a feast for the taking, splayed out on the dining table like the day’s special, my legs spread obscenely by the force of Matt’s insistent hands, while he feasted on my cock with an animalistic ferocity that left me breathless, proving that he could be as feral as the city itself.
Matt’s dress shirt that I had donned post-shower, once a simple garment, now twisted into ropes that bound my arms behind my back, rendering me helpless.
It was ridiculous, really. If anyone had told me a month ago that I’d be willingly letting Matt Caine have his wicked way with me on a slab of polished mahogany, I would have laughed in their face.
The day had been a masterclass in seduction, a slow build that I hadn’t seen coming.
Matt had been the epitome of gentleness, his kisses light as feathers, his touch a whisper against my skin.
I reveled in the attention, the tender way he seemed to cherish every inch of me.
We’d shared lazy kisses, our bodies entwined in an idle dance of desire, the kind that spoke of a deep, abiding connection, like we were an old married couple basking in the glow of shared years.
Lunch had been a dream, perched on Matt’s lap as we dined on the balcony, the grandeur of Vegas sprawled out beneath us.
The conversation had flowed as easily as the wine, and I’d felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the Nevada sun.
It was intoxicating, being with him like that, as if we were the only two people in the world.
And then, with a look that promised all sorts of delicious wickedness and sinful delight that sent a shiver down my spine, he’d informed me that I was to be his dessert.
Now, here I was, bound and spread out, a feast laid out for his pleasure, my body arching into his touch, seeking more of the exquisite heat that enveloped my cock.
Matt’s mouth was a sinful paradise, his lips and tongue working in tandem to reduce my cock to a quivering, aching steel pole.
I was helpless as I squirmed under his relentless suction, my hips bucking in a futile attempt to chase the release that danced just out of reach.
The bindings were digging into my skin, a stark contrast to the warm, wet heaven of Matt’s mouth.
I wanted to reach out, to run my fingers through his hair, to guide his movements, but the shirt held me fast. All I could do was surrender to the sensation of Matt’s mouth on my skin, his tongue tracing patterns along my shaft, his lips teasing the head of my cock until I was a writhing, desperate mess.
I couldn’t move, couldn’t thrust up into that wicked mouth as much as I wanted to. I was completely at his mercy, and it was driving me wild. My hips bucked of their own accord, chasing the relentless pleasure that Matt was so expertly doling out.
The contrast between the sweetness of the day and the raw, animalistic need that now consumed me was intoxicating. It was like living out a fantasy, one where the object of your affection was also your captor, your tormentor, your everything.
Matt was insatiable, his eyes locked on mine as he feasted on me, a predatory glint in his eyes that sent shivers down my spine. He was devouring me whole, and I was willingly being consumed, lost in the sensation of his mouth and the knowledge that I was completely, utterly his.
I let out a moan, my head falling back against the hard surface of the table, my body a taut bowstring, vibrating with the need for release.
Matt’s hands were on my thighs, holding me down, his fingers digging into my flesh as he continued his relentless assault on my senses.
I was teetering on the edge, a slave to the pleasure he was wringing from my body.
And then, just as I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he pulled back, releasing my cock with a wet pop that echoed in the silence of the room.
I lay there, panting, my body aching for completion, as Matt rose to his full height, a smug, self-satisfied grin on his face.
I glared at him, frustration and desire warring within me, but he merely chuckled, leaning over me to whisper in my ear.
“Patience, pet,” Matt purred, his breath tickling my neck. “The night is still young, and I have so much more planned for you.”
His lips brushed against mine in a soft, teasing kiss that left me yearning for more.
Then that infuriatingly wicked grin of his spread across his face, and my stomach did an involuntary somersault.
I knew that look, that devilish glint in his eye that spelled trouble, a clear sign that Matt was about to unveil another one of his schemes.
Before I could protest, he was gone, striding across the room with that confident swagger of his.
I lifted my head from the dinner table, craning my neck to see where he was off to.
My heart thudded in my chest as I watched him unlock the walk-in closet and disappear inside.
When he emerged, the devilish glint in his eye was all the warning I got before my gaze fell upon the objects in his hands.
My eyes grew as wide as saucers at the sight of the various items he’d retrieved.
He placed them on the table with a flourish, and I couldn’t help but ask, my voice wavering slightly, “What the hell are those?” Even though I knew they were sex toys—that much was clear, but their exact purpose eluded me, and the unknown was both thrilling and terrifying.
Matt leaned in, his lips grazing mine in a gentle kiss that belied the fire in his eyes. “Pet,” he began, his voice a low purr, “if you can’t handle it, just tell me now.”
The bastard was playing dirty. He knew exactly what he was doing, using my pride against me, daring me to back down.
I glared at him, my stubborn streak flaring up like a wildfire. “Just try me,” I retorted, the hotheaded part of me refusing to be cowed.
His laughter filled the room, a sound that was both infuriating and intoxicating.
He picked up a silk band, his gaze settling on my hard cock.
I watched, a mix of disbelief and arousal coursing through me, as Matt bound up my cock with the silky material.
He worked with deft, sure movements, wrapping the band tightly around the base of my shaft until it was snug and secure.
I let out a growl, dropping my head back onto the table as a flush of heat spread through my body, telling myself I could handle this. It was no big deal.
When Matt came to give me another kiss on the lips again, I couldn’t help but mutter against his mouth, “You’re a fucking asshole for doing this to me. Is this your fetish or something, trussing me up like some kind of stuffed toy?”
Matt’s smirk was infuriatingly perfect, like he’d just won some private joke at my expense.
His eyes were gleaming with a mixture of amusement and raw, unbridled lust. “You’re beautiful when you’re like this,” he murmured, his voice husky with desire.
“Restrained but still feisty, fighting back. It turns me on.”
I gritted my teeth, hating that he was right.
There was something undeniably thrilling about Matt being the dominant master of my body, something that stoked a fiery passion within me, despite my frustration.
The knowledge that my struggle, my defiance, was only serving to heighten his arousal was a potent aphrodisiac, and I could feel my own need building in response, a counterpoint to my indignation.
But there was no way in hell I was going to tell him that out loud.
No, I’d keep that little nugget of truth to myself, a secret victory in the face of his relentless seduction.
I’d play his game, meet his challenge, but he’d have to pry the admission from my cold, dead lips.
Pride was a stubborn beast, and I wasn’t about to let it be known it had been bested by a man who wielded silk bands like weapons of mass seduction.
“Open your mouth and stick your tongue out like a good little pet,” he commanded. My glare intensified, but his grin widened. “Tongue, if you please,” he said with an infuriating calmness.
Sighing, I reluctantly opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out like some sort of rebellious offering, wondering what devilry he had planned this time.
Before I could second-guess myself, Matt leaned down and captured my tongue in his mouth, sucking hard.
The sensation was electrifying, making me squirm beneath him.
His hand roamed over my body, caressing, teasing, and toying with me in ways that left me gasping for air.
His fingers found my nipples, rolling and pinching them until they stood erect.
I wanted to scream, to demand that he give them the attention they craved, but my tongue was trapped in his mouth, my cries muffled by his insistent kisses.
All I could do was groan into his mouth, my body arching up to meet his touch, desperate for more as his fingers continued their torment on my nipples.
He pinched and rolled them between his fingers until I was writhing in need, desperate for more of his touch.
When he finally released my lips and tongue with a wet pop, I was dazed and breathless.
He trailed open-mouthed kisses down my body, each one leaving a burning trail of desire in its wake.
My nipples were hard peaks by the time he reached them, aching for the wet heat of his mouth.
Matt didn’t disappoint. He lavished attention on them, his tongue flicking and teasing until I was arching up off the table, desperate for more of his exquisite torment.
“You look utterly enthralling like this, pet,” he murmured, his voice a delicious rumble that I felt all the way down to my core, his breath fanning over my sensitized skin.