Page 32 of Play for Power (Central Sparks #3)

cat got your tongue?

Rosie

I ease back a step, eyeing Caleb up and down.

He truly is a masterpiece, and one I know is honed from effort.

Constant exercise, eating well, and taking care of himself.

Not the kind of bulk and toned body that is mainly genetics, like Noah, or being some kind of blessed lumberjack brute like Jessie. Caleb is pure effort, and it’s so hot.

He was doing far too well at succeeding in my little game, so I thought I’d up the stakes in a way I know he can’t win.

Not exactly how I had my afternoon planned.

Caleb—the sex pest—tied to my dining room chair, but he turned up here with my favorite bottle of wine, looking like perfection with a heated look in his eye, and well, I was on my way to Bozzelli’s to pick up and get laid anyway.

I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Plus, Caleb seems to be up for everything.

I don’t have to worry about hurting his little ego by wanting to try out tying him to a chair and just having my way with him.

I’ve always wanted to try this though. Something about the control, having the power, him below me, and letting me take everything I want, is so intoxicatingly hot.

I love being dominated like the next girl, but sometimes, having the table flipped is just as hot.

I move to my phone connected to the Bluetooth and press Play on the song I had cued up; “Go Fuck Yourself” by Two Feet.

Just quietly for background noise before I made my way back over to him.

And I stand here, just in front, my skin just shy of touching his, and I bask in the heat of his almost-purple eyes.

The warm June air has nothing on the way Caleb lights my skin on fire, filling me with warmth.

The best part about this game isn’t the need for words, it’s all about teasing, sensuality, and bringing him to his proverbial knees.

I had him in the palm of my hand, holding all the power in our little game, and the feeling was inebriating.

I know he doesn’t miss the increase of my own breath by the way his appreciation has moved to my rapidly rising—and bare—chest. The way he watches me never fails to have me growing warm and wet between my legs.

I know soon enough my own need is going to overpower me and I’ll cut him loose. But until then, the power is mine.

I match the pace of the song intro to the slow drag of my fingers up my thighs, over my hips, and tease my breasts.

He watches the path of my fingers and I use it to my advantage.

With a soft touch, I circle my nipples. Feeling overly sensitive, I have to bite down on my lip to suppress the moan that wants to slip free.

I pinch them before cupping both and massaging them.

I watch him, his intense eyes not even blinking, not wanting to miss a thing.

The muscles over his neck and shoulders straining.

I spin, showing him my back, and a breathy chuckle leaves my lips when I hear his groan. Poor guy sounds like he’s in pain. But he’s quiet now, the playful, begging man no longer.

“Cat got your tongue, hotshot?”

I dance my fingertips up the back of my thighs, leaning forward ever so slightly, my head turned over my shoulder to take another peek at him, pleased to find him completely ensnared by my trap. No way is he winning this one.

“Wishing your pussy did have my tongue right now.” I feel the words rush through my body with a shiver.

After trailing my whole body, still with my back facing him, I hook my thumbs in either side of my thong and ever so slowly I bend forward.

Sure to keep my legs together and straight, dragging the thong with me.

I hear his quiet curses, his panting, and when I look under my arm, I see Caleb’s eyes, hooded with desire as he tracks every inch of my skin.

“Like what you see?” I tease.

His eyes snap to mine, looking downright lethal, almost angry in their intensity. I watch his jaw clench, sending a whole new wave of desire pooling between my legs.

I’m learning quickly that an unleashed Caleb is a dominating sex animal. His playfulness, submissiveness, are just a facade, or a gateway, I suppose. But him completely unleashed?

It felt a little like I was playing with fire.

“You done playing yet, Rosebud? Because I am.” His deep and low baritone has an uncharacteristic roughness to it that I don’t hear often from him. Usually the sweetness of his voice is sickly and smooth. But this? This is something else.

“You admit defeat?” I tease again, standing slowly, my fingers never stopping their path over my skin as I slowly turn to stand in front of him, alternating between pinching my nipples and massaging my breasts, dipping low on my stomach but never lower, never giving him what he wants. Not yet.

“If it gets you up here and sinking down on my cock, I’ll admit anything.”

I tsk at him, shaking my head and leaning forward, my hands resting on his hips and linking my fingers in his boxers.

“Oh, Caleb, you’re pathetic. I thought you had a little more fight in you than that.

” My little heart sings and something like a flip happens in my stomach that I don’t understand when I watch his eyes harden, and if I didn’t already know Caleb, I’d think he was furious.

But this look? It makes me shiver, it’s the hottest set of bedroom eyes I’ve ever encountered.

“Hurry up and play, Rosebud. I’m three seconds away from tearing off these binds and fucking you against the window.”

I try my hardest to calm my breathing, but it’s no use. I’m panting, soaking, buzzing through my arousal.

Using the fingers hooked in the strap of his boxers, I yank them down. Not missing a beat, he presses up enough for me to drag them down and then kick them off to the side.

And then he’s there, butt naked and restrained against my dining chair.

Oh boy. My knees hit the floor in front of him and his knees spread instinctively.

The evil look of need across his face morphs slowly into curiosity and then excitement. Biting his lip, he tilts his head in a dare. My eyes drop, making their way to my favorite part of Caleb, and my thighs clench, rubbing together at the sight.

Christ.

His cock is something else. And he is beautifully hard, a drop of precum at the tip. Connecting my eyes back on him, I lean forward and swipe my tongue over his tip and clean him off, moaning as I sit back and enjoy the way his curses grit between his teeth.

“Remember the rules?” He just grunts through his panting breath. Chuckling, I reach forward and grip him, deciding it’s finally time to play. I stop stalling, and in the next moment, my mouth is on him.

“ Fuuuuck ,” Caleb hisses. I suck him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and flicking my tongue at the underside of his tip. “So warm. So… fuck, so good.” I peek up at him through my lashes, his eyes pinched closed, his head tossed back against the head of the chair. Well that just won’t do .

I ease off him with a pop, my nails digging into his thighs. “Eyes on me, carino. ”

They snap open so fast, that I can’t help the way my smile falters at the intensity. I keep my eyes on him to ensure his fixation doesn’t wander as I pull him back into my mouth, taking him further and swallowing around him, humming a vibration that I know affects him.

“Rosie.” His warning is low, strained, and I grip him tighter, flicking my tongue and picking up the pace.

He growls my name again, and I hum in response, sitting up on my knees so I can take him deeper, one hand following my mouth, stroking him, the other alternating between dragging my nails over his thighs, up his chest, and delicately teasing his skin with soft touches.

I can feel his stomach tighten, his muscles start to constrict, and when I look up and see his eyes pinched again, I pop off him, my hand continuously stroking him. “I didn’t say you can come yet.”

“Fuck, Rosie. I’m going to break these binds.” His voice travels through my entire body and my need, my ache for him grows.

Deciding I’m going to break him, just that little bit more, I go back to toying with him.

I go slower, more deliberate in my movements, being sure to hold his eye contact.

And when I’m thoroughly convinced I have his full attention, I slowly drag my hand from clawing at his skin and caress my breasts, down my stomach, and when I reach between my legs, I softly moan while sucking him deeper.

“Fucking hell, Rosie. I’m going to come.”

I tsk around his cock and flick my eyes back up to him, being sure he reads my refusal to his statement.

I slip a finger inside me, just enough to gather the moisture and then withdraw to circle my clit, not putting on the moan that escapes me this time. Caleb seems to have had quite enough of playtime.

His leg reaches between my knees and kicks my hand away, causing me to drop him from my mouth and my hand from between my legs.

“That’s mine, Rosebud,” he growls.

“Say it,” I pant.

“You win. Get up here and fucking ride me.”

Oh thank God.

I scramble to my feet, grabbing the condom from the side table where I had placed it in preparation, and I waste no time ripping and rolling it on him. Using a hand on his shoulders for leverage, I grip and direct him to my entrance and in one movement slide down his cock.

“ Fuck ,” we both hiss at the same time.

“Rosie, I’m not going to last. So ride me, fuck me. Hard. Give all you’ve got.”

So I do. My legs are too short to reach the ground properly from here, so I hook my feet on his spread knees and rise up, slowly landing hard on him. My tits thrust out and he immediately latches on with his teeth, sucking before dropping me with a loud pop.

“Lips. Give me those plump fucking lips,” he demands, and I kiss him, fiercely. Our bodies are in tune with the other, our tongues dance like they’ve known each other forever, and my hips rotate and grind in his lap.