Page 31 of Caught By Menace

“Well, someday when you have a handful of rotten little Menaces running around this place driving you insane with their yelling and wild antics, you’ll understand the term.”

She disappeared into the bathroom and left him thinking about the very real possibility of such a thing happening in the not too distant future. An image of a young child with thesame honey-brown skin and dark hair as Naya but his pale eyes appeared before him. The idea of someday walking into a noisy home to be greeted by the sounds of his wife and children filled him with the most desperate sense of longing.

For so long, he’d fought to preserve the Harcos way of life from those insurrectionists who wanted to ruin everything that was good and right and true about their society. He’d gone into battle ready to die to defend the lives of the men who stood on either side of him. Grabbing Naya had given him a chance to build something even greater to protect and defend—a family,hisvery own family.

Emboldened by his desire to cultivate a lasting, trusting relationship with the young woman he’d caught in the forest, Menace climbed off the bed and made his way to the playroom attached to their bedroom. He quickly chose the items he needed for the sensual torment he had in mind.

When he returned, he found Naya kneeling in the center of the bed. The ends of her hair looked damp. Had she showered that quickly? Anxiety and excitement radiated from her in waves. She chewed her lower lip and picked at the sheets. Telling her to relax wasn’t going to help. The sooner he had her bound and completely at the mercy of his hands and mouth, the better.

“On your back,” he ordered and dumped his armful of supplies onto the bed.

Her curious gaze scanned the items he’d dropped. She pointed to a slim, short anal plug he’d chosen on a whim. “Do I even want to know what the hell that is?”

“Probably not,” he said with a teasing smirk.

To her credit, she didn’t instantly refuse to even consider the plug. She did as he’d asked and moved onto her back, her hands fisted at her sides. Gently he took her hands in his and pulled her arms up over her head. He hoped that in time she would grow to trust him enough not to tense up so badly. For now, he waswilling to work around her fear. After the life she had lived in Connor’s Run, he couldn’t expect anything less from her.

When he pulled free the leather, padded cuffs hidden between the mattress and headboard, Naya’s eyes widened. “Is that standard bed design around here?”

He laughed. “Yes. There are points along the bedframe that allow restraint connections.”

She was quiet. “Is our bed the only place I need to worry about you whipping out the chains and cuffs? I mean, the dinner table is just a dinner table, right? It’s not some weird piece of sex furniture?”

Menace snorted. “It’s just a table.”

He didn’t tell her that even a simple table could be a perfect prop for some impromptu rough loving. He expertly applied the cuffs to her wrists and hooked the chain to a ring attached to the very top of the headboard. He pulled the chain taut, ridding it of any slack so she wouldn’t be able to jerk her arms and potentially hurt her shoulders or wrists.

He checked the cuff tightness again. Vicious had been right about buying the extrasmall cuffs. The supply shop had started carrying them not long after Vicious Grabbed Hallie. They were much more expensive but provided such a good fit for Naya’s slim wrists.

Menace swept his fingertips along the exposed undersides of her arms. She shivered and tried to squeeze her knees together but ended up squeezing his hips instead. He continued to tease and torment her with ticklish caresses and featherlight kisses as he moved down her body. The sight of her hard nipples and deepening breaths told him all he needed to know.

Skimming his way down her body, Menace became aware of the bright, fresh scent of the citrus soap he had bought especially for her. She had done more than just brush her teeth in preparation for their morning tryst. He found her actions a bitcurious but wondered if this wasn’t one of those slight cultural differences. He had heard that the women from Calyx were incredibly sensitive about cleanliness. Considering the attitudes many of the men down there held toward women’s bodies, it wasn’t surprising.

While he wouldn’t blink twice at making love to his woman after a torrid night together, Naya clearly felt more comfortable after tidying up a bit. He made a mental note to start tomorrow morning by carrying her into a steamy shower. Just the thought of getting his soapy paws on her wet body made his balls ache.

But right now he had her bound to his bed, willing and ready. Menace grasped her ankles and latched the second set of padded cuffs around them. He hooked one end of a restraint to the ring dangling from the front of each cuff. The other end of the restraint he attached to connection spots on the headboard.

“How do you feel?” He inspected the ankle cuffs and the restraint straps to ensure her legs weren’t bearing any unnecessary weight.

“Vulnerable,” she admitted.

“Good.” He caressed her outer thigh. “Relax your muscles, sweetheart. Let the restraints do the work.”

She inhaled slowly and closed her eyes. Menace sat back on his heels and let his needy gaze rake her sexy body. Trussed up in his restraints, she looked absolutely delectable. Her wide-open thighs invited him to delve between them and explore her slick, tight pussy. He couldn’t wait to hear her moaning and panting and shrieking his name. If ever there was an ego stroke, it was the sound of his woman gripped in the throes of passion.

“Menace?” She spoke softly and uncertainly. “What happens now?”

“Now?” He let his fingertips trail along her inner thigh. “Now we play.”

Naya gulped downher anxiety. There was no mistaking the impish glint in Menace’s eyes. With her wrists cuffed overhead and her legs in the air, no amount of wiggling or jerking would set her free. His searing gaze roamed her naked curves. He looked at her as if she were the most perfect and beautiful woman in the whole universe. No one had ever made her feel as craved and needed as Menace.

When he swept his rough, calloused palm along her skin, she shivered with desire. There was something about his big, warm hands on her body that made her lose control. His touch short-circuited the side of her brain that demanded she be tough and brave and dominant to the point of off-putting. There was a reason men back in Connor’s Run weren’t beating down her door. She came across as cold and aloof out of necessity. Showing weakness was the quickest way to becoming a victim in her neck of the woods.

But here with Menace, under his loving hands, she was slowly learning to accept her submission to him as a special kind of intimacy. She couldn’t imagine any other man she would willingly allow to master her. Those honest green eyes showed no malice. Naya had always prided herself on being able to read people. Only once had she ever been truly fooled, but that instance was complicated by her sisterly affection and her childish belief that blood meant something.

Menace wasn’t Nattie. Oh sure, she’d only known Menace for a day and yes, the mere sight of this feral beast of a man made her clitoris tingle with some kind of primitive need, but she believed with every fiber of her being that at his core Menace was honest and loyal and kind. Even though her heart raced and her gut clenched with nervousness, she recognized that Menace wasn’t going to harm her. He considered her a precious gift that should be protected and cherished. Frankly the ideathat someone wanted to protect and provide for her was more unsettling than being cuffed and bound to his bed.

“Menace,” she whispered as he skimmed his lips over the swell of her breast.

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