Brawn - Laurann Dohner [45]
“Becca?” Brawn spoke softly. “It’s okay. I’m restrained and can’t hurt you.”
“I’m not worried about that.” Her eyes remained closed. “I’m so damn sorry about this.”
“It’s no hardship.” He softly growled. “I am the one who feels guilty.”
That made her almost turn to him. “Why? You didn’t kidnap us.”
He hesitated. “This is going to be much easier on me than it will be on you. I will somehow make this right between us.”
She took a deep breath. “Why were you mad?” It bothered her how violently he’d reacted inside the cage after he’d made out with her…and so much more. “Did I do something? Did I hurt you? I didn’t mean to bite you.”
“I wanted you and was too out of control to risk it.” Honesty sounded in his voice.
She turned, kept her eyes closed and knew she’d have to open them. “I feel like I’m about to rape you or something.”
“Becca? Look at me.”
She did and it was a sight she’d never forget. His long frame was stretched out over the cot, every inch of him bare. He lay on his back and his cock jutted upward, thick and hard. Her gaze lingered there for seconds before jerking her focus to his face. He watched her calmly.
“I want you to touch me. I can’t lose control now. I feel guilty for that but it’s the truth. Am I sick for this?”
She took a step closer to him without thinking about it. “No.”
“I’m turned-on and you’re not. This is traumatic for you, I’m aware of that, yet I still ache to feel your hands on me.”
He glanced away, stared at the ceiling and his mouth tensed into a tight, firm line. Becca suddenly didn’t feel as uncomfortable as before. He’d gotten her off, it had been amazing and she wanted to do the same for him. She couldn’t help but wince over the presence of the camera but as she darted a look at it and realized she could block most everything with her body if she sat on the edge of the cot by his hip.
She squared her shoulders. “We’re a team. We’re going to get through this together.”
Her words seemed to surprise him and he met her steady gaze as she sat on the space between his hip and the edge of the cot. It wasn’t very wide. She placed the cup down next to her thigh to keep it pinned between them after twisting the lid off, opened the cap to the lube and spread some on her fingers. She couldn’t meet his gaze though.
“You ready?”
“Yes.” His stomach muscles tensed. “I’m sorry, Becca,” he whispered.
She finally looked up. “Don’t be. Just tell me before, um, you know.”
He nodded.
“What do you prefer?” She felt feverish from her flushed cheeks as she whispered, remembering to keep her voice down to give them some privacy. This probably was the most awkward sexual encounter she’d ever had. They weren’t kissing or lost in the moment. The room was cold, sterile and the guy was chained down while a sick bastard watched from another room. “Fast? Slow? I should know this since we’re a couple.” Her hand reached for his cock but hesitated an inch away.
“Whatever you do will feel good.” His voice came out raspy.
“Are you sure I can do this? I mean…hell.”
“Yes. Just remember that I make sounds. Some might sound as if I’m angry but it’s normal. You can’t hurt me and I ache for your touch.”
She focused on his cock. It was thick, perfect and something she’d consider beautiful. A smile almost surfaced when she realized that, never believing she’d ever pin that term on a man’s penis. Her fingers stroked the shaft, explored the soft skin wrapped around a rock-hard erection. A rumbled purr filled the room and she lifted her gaze to watch Brawn’s face.
He had closed his eyes, probably to make her more comfortable and he bit his lower lip. He looked sexy as hell and he wasn’t the only one who worried about being perverted because it was a hot image having him chained down. She only wished they were at her house, in her bed and alone.
He shifted a little on the bed when she wrapped