by Stone, Piper
“Sadly, you don’t want to do that.” I was almost surprised at my response.
Narrowing her eyes, she sighed in an exaggerated fashion. “Why do you say that?”
“Because. Okay? You’re going to have to trust me.”
“I do trust you, but not with this. You’re not a very good judge of character.” She slipped off my lap, moving onto her knees.
“Oh, I’m not, huh?”
“Nope.” She swayed back and forth, swishing her hair around her head as if dancing to music. I watched in fascination as she slowly slid one side of her dress over her shoulder, darting a glance in my direction before moving to the other side.
“If you keep that up I’m not going to be able to hold back. You do know that. Right?”
“Who said I wanted you to hold back on anything. Any-thing.” She slid the other side down, shimmying as she tugged on the material until her breasts were exposed.
The gloriousness of the light, the flickering of the flames and the fact I was already overheated, the wine going to my head was almost too much. I took several deep breaths as she eased to her bare feet, shifting back and forth, so seductive that all I could think about was driving my cock into her.
She laughed, turning around and sliding her hands down her sides. The dance became more provocative as she tugged on her dress, then allowed gravity to take it to the floor. She wore no panties, nothing to keep me away from her, but I craved watching her, satisfied for the moment as she rocked her body, swaying back and forth.
“Watch out, lady,” I growled under my breath, reaching for and gulping the entire rest of the glass of wine. She ignited every fire burning within me, torching my very soul with her sinful nature.
Bending over slightly, she swirled her hair in gyrating motions, shifting back and forth on her feet. When she finally turned to face me, her face glowing, I almost lost it.
Control.
I had to find some level of control around her.
She knew she had me in dire straits, her eyelids fluttering, her long lashes skimming across her cheeks. Purring loudly, she twirled on the rug, bursting into laughter when her feet caught, nearly pitching her in my direction.
Fuck, I wanted this woman.
Another twirl and she finally beckoned me with her finger, still swaying in time to some unknown music, her breasts jiggling and drawing me into her web. She dropped back to her knees, staring me straight in the eyes.
I hesitated, barely containing myself then moving closer until we were only inches apart.
“You’re wearing entirely too many clothes,” she whispered.
“You think so?”
“I know so.”
Issuing deep-throated growls, I removed my shirt, taking my time to fold it before tossing it to the side. I was far too insatiable to give a shit.
“Now who’s the brat?” she asked.
“Don’t tease me.”
“I actually think you like teasing.”
My only answer was to remove my boots and jeans, dropping hard to my knees. There was no making sense of why I cared for Kelly, why my loins ached for her to the level they did, but I also couldn’t deny our connection.
A sly smile on her face, she slid her open fingers down from her neck, crawling them toward her breasts. As she cupped both, squeezing then moaning, I struggled to maintain my control. She continued to undulate her hips, shifting them back and forth, the sweetest hum coming from her pursed lips.
I maintained a distance, keeping us three feet apart as I rolled my hand down to my cock, wrapping my fingers around the base. I wanted her just as hungry as I was. My breath skipping, I rubbed the rough pads of my fingers up and down the length, finally twisting my hand until the friction created a tremor in both legs.
Her eyes fell to my cock, a languishing lick across her lips as she pinched her nipples, every move as dramatic as the woman herself. “What do you want?”
“The question is, what do you want, sweetheart?” I eased my other hand between my legs, holding my swollen balls. The sensations were even more extreme, a jolt of current skittering down my spine.
“Everything.”
“Then crawl to me. Show me what you want.” My voice was husky, the tone reeking of domination.
Kelly placed both hands on the rug, curling her back in a catlike formation. She dug her fingers into the thick rug, crawling toward me in exaggerated motions. Once again she tossed her hair, taking her time to twist her head, allowing the long strands to pulse against the animal skin. When she was only inches away, she gave me a sordid look then wiggled her bottom.
All I could think about was reaching out, yanking her to me, forcing her to succumb in every manner, but the joy of watching her, experiencing her blossom was far too delicious to resist.
Or to interfere with.
She closed the distance until she was mere inches away, bending then rubbing her face against my stomach, sliding down and across my stiff shaft.
“Fuck,” I whispered, trying desperately to keep my hands off her.
Purring, she shimmied as she brushed her cheek down the front of my leg, holding the stance before licking all the way up. The way she dragged her tongue, tilting her head until she was able to see my expression was powerful enough. When she blew across my cockhead only once, I shuddered to my very center of being. But this wasn’t about her taking control in any manner.
She moved to my other leg, repeated the sinful action before easing back on her haunches, rubbing the tip of her tongue around and around her lips. “Fuck me.”
The woman could have no understanding of how effective her demand truly was, but I wanted to taste her first, lick her until she came in my mouth. I lunged forward, shoving her down onto the rug and jerking her legs into the air, splitting them apart.
“Oh!” Her cry reeked of passion, as well as a hint of surprise.
“Arms over your head and keep them there.”
“What if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll tie you down.” I had the distinct feeling she was going to test my resolve once again and I wouldn’t hold back. I would keep her tied and open for me, ready to use.
To fuck.
To lick.
To feast on.
“I think I’d like that,” she whispered, her words little more than scattered pants. Yet she obeyed, splaying her arms over her head, spreading her legs even wider. Every part of her was quivering.
“Don’t tempt me.” I allowed her to see the vile need in my eyes before lowering my head, driving my entire face into her slickened heat.
“Oh, God!”
The scent of her was the drug I needed, one to keep the beast calm. The taste of her the sweetest nectar of the gods. I couldn’t take my eyes off her face as I licked up and down voraciously, growling the entire time.
Bucking, she tossed her head from side to side, her eyelids only half open. I could almost feel her hot breath, could tell by the goosebumps popping along her beautiful skin just how aroused she truly was. And her hard nipples, ripe for the plucking.
I swirled my tongue around her clit, savoring the flavor. She was so wet, juice leaking until beads trickled down both her legs. I ravished her pussy, drilling my tongue inside while I used my thumbs to press open her swollen folds.
Kelly’s moans increased, her arms finding difficulty remaining in place.
I smacked her pussy lips with two fingers, a simple reminder of her required obedience.
Yelping, she glared down at me, her breasts jiggling as she breathed deeply. She clasped her fingers together over her head, closing her eyes and looking away from me.
The feast continued, now using both my tongue and fingers, driving into her in hard, even strokes. She was wide open for me, her pussy glistening in the glow of the fire. I pressed three then four fingers inside, flexing them open as I pumped more vigorously. Every moan fueled my actions until I was driving my fingers in as deep as they would go.
“Yes. I...” She jerked u
p, every muscle tense. “Jesus.”
“You aren’t allowed to come just yet.” I mouthed her stomach, darting my tongue just inside her belly button.
Her legs kicking, she hissed under her breath.
I smacked her pussy again. And again. Engulfing her pussy lips, I moved my open mouth up and down slowly. The second I began to suck on her clit, she issued a single scream.
“Please!” Her begging held an air of command. She lowered her arms once again, clawing the rug.
Pulling back, I blew across her swollen folds, issuing a series of low-slung growls. The second I stood, moving away from her, she gasped, even slapping her hand on the soft pelt. “Where are you going?”
“Fulfilling a promise.” I wasted no time, heading into the bedroom and grabbing my other go bag. Inside was another rope, one that would keep her tied and ready.
Her mouth was open wide as she watched me advance and I could even see her face paling, the anticipation killing her.
“I warned you. Seems that you don’t listen very well.”
“But. But...”
“No buts, Kelly. About time you learn that I’m the man in charge. Always.” I crouched behind her, yanking both her arms over her head. Holding her wrists together with one hand, I easily coiled the rope around them, securing a perfect knot while leaving the long end free. I leaned over, dragging my hair across her chest before nipping first one then the other nipple.
“I’ll be good. I promise.”
“Oh, I know you will and I’m going to make certain that you stay that way.” Tugging on the rope, I curled my lip seeing the wondrous expression crossing her face. Then I simply tied the end to the leg of the table. That should hold her in place at least for the time being.
Exhaling and very satisfied, I rose to my feet, moving completely out of her line of sight. I was honestly shocked that she remained quiet for almost thirty seconds. Then the hellion returned. I could hear the sound of her huffing noises, even a stamp of her foot.
“Where are you?”
Still a demanding tone in her voice.
I ignored her, remaining in the shadows.
Another thirty seconds went by. Then thirty more.
“Where the hell are you?” Kelly exclaimed and I could swear she was already jerking at her bindings. The girl knew no bounds.
I walked around the couch, allowing her to see me. I remained quiet, sitting down on the chair and pouring another glass of wine. I also made certain she watched as I took a gulp, lifting my head as if relishing the flavor.
Almost as much as eating her sweet pussy.
“What? You’re keeping me here like this?” This time she barked the question.
I swirled the merlot, concentrating more on the fire than anything else.
“Hawk.”
“Yes, Kelly?”
“Aren’t you coming back?” Her question held a tone of sweetness.
“If and when you can behave.”
“I promise I will. I swear to God.”
I bit back another chuckle, knowing good and well that there were many lessons for her to learn. I made certain she was aware that I’d sat back, crossing one leg over the other. I could stand to work on my patience. This was as good a time as any.
There were no sounds other than Buck snoring and the crackling fire, but I could sense her mind working overtime. Finally, the slight creaking of the rope forced me to glance in her direction.
She’d managed to drag the table at least four solid inches in her direction. I honestly wasn’t certain whether to laugh or turn her over for another hard spanking. “Kelly. I suggest strongly that you stop what you’re doing, or you will be punished again.”
“Why?”
My God, the woman could be aggravating.
“Because I said so.” Using the classic line was amusing, at least in my mind, but to her, I could sense her aggravation increasing.
As well as her inability to tolerate my authority.
I waited for another few seconds before easing the glass on the hearth and leaning forward. “There might be a time that following my instructions to the letter will keep you alive. I suggest you remember that. Now, are you going to follow my rules?”
“I said I would.”
“Uh-huh. I see that you’re doing a piss poor job.”
Just the way she opened her mouth to retort, the wrinkle of her nose and the huffing sound pushing past those luscious lips made my cock twitch all over again.
“That’s not fair. You’re so damn mean.”
I wasted no time rolling her onto her stomach, smacking her ass in rapid succession. The heat against my hand was considerable, the crimson color on her ass cheeks far more enticing than should be allowed.
She yelped and moaned, doing everything in her power to keep from moving. That much I already could tell, but she wasn’t fooling me in the least. She had a long way to go.
“Now, are you going to obey me?” I asked as I caressed her bottom.
“Yes. Sir.” Another rebellious tone.
Another ache in my cock.
“Then close your eyes and do not open them. Do you understand me?” I rolled her onto her back, brushing the tips of my fingers down her side.
“Yes, sir.”
I waited, looming over her until she did as she was told before walking into the kitchen, retrieving exactly what I know would set her world on fire. I crept down in front of her, admiring her lithe form. “Lift your legs and keep them open. Keep your eyes closed.”
Grumbling under her breath, she obeyed, although I could see such reservation on her face. Whatever the assholes in California had done to her had stripped her away from any concept of trust.
When she was settled, her legs spread wide open for me, I leaned over.
Her scream was exactly what I craved hearing.
Chapter Nine
Kelly
“God!” I knew my scream had awakened the dead. I was powerless as the skittering sensations rocketed through me, the mixture of freezing cold from what had to be an ice cube and the scalding heat of his mouth on my pussy driving me into euphoria. Somehow, I managed to keep my eyes closed, even as my body shook, a chill racing down my spine.
But the heat, the incredible feeling of the melting ice mixed with the way he worked his mouth and tongue was something I’d never experienced before. I struggled with the rope, the thick strands chafing my skin, and knew there was no way to get out of his clutches.
Not that I wanted to.
He’d awakened every burning need, desire creating a rippling effect. I couldn’t think or breathe or listen or hear or... An involuntary laugh pushed past my lips as he inserted a second cube, thrusting it all the way inside then retrieving it with his tongue. I heard only the sounds of crunching as he chewed on one, replenishing it once again then licking and nipping my clit.
Hawk inserted two fingers, shifting the ice as he continued eating me, feasting as if he was a starving man. I could no longer feel my legs, my heart racing, and I was completely out of breath. Yet I wanted this to continue for a long time.
The dominating man excited me in ways I hadn’t expected, even though my rebellious side would always push hard. But that part of me that wanted to obey was increasing.
How?
Why?
This single man knew how to push every button, keeping me on the edge while drawing me back in, learning to follow his lead. Trust? I did trust him. How could I not? There were so many dazzling emotions racing through my mind, stomping out all the negativity that I’d felt for far too long. He was perfect in every way.
And that terrified me to utter death.
Another ice cube was inserted, his finger swirling around and around my clit. I finally heard his ragged breathing, took comfort in the fact that he was having as difficult of a time waiting to fuck me. I shifted, wiggling once again, prepared for another hard smack on my pussy. My entire body bucked the moment he shoved a finger into my asshole, a mixture of pai
n and pleasure exacerbating the raw bliss.
But the climax wasn’t going to be held back for long.
“Please let me come, sir.”
He continued licking, crunching on the damn ice. I waited like a good little girl, trying to keep my mind from going crazy.
“Please!”
Suddenly, his arms were wrapped around my legs, holding me wide open, his hot breath melting the remnants of the ice. I could feel every trickle of water mixing with my pussy juice, sliding down my legs. I could envision the stained rug, a reminder of our passion. My thoughts were crazed, the hunger driving me into utter madness.
“Please!” I wasn’t entirely certain I’d issued the demand or if he would even care. He dragged me closer to the climax then pulled back, smacking my pussy several times. The agony was blinding but more delicious than I could imagine. I tossed my head back and forth and with every wiggle, the rug scratched against my bruised bottom, pulling me closer and closer to an uncontrolled orgasm.
“Are you ready, little girl? Do you deserve it?”
Dear fucking God, you bastard, let me come. As if I’d utter that to the man who had full control, who would spank me, wash out my mouth, and make certain I was punished for all my sins. “Yes, sir. Please. Pretty please?”
He dragged his rough tongue up and down three times before jamming a second and third finger inside my asshole. “Come, sweetheart. Come for me.”
There was no holding back, the climax exploding from every cell, blistering every nerve ending. I was on fire, jerking up from the rug as much as the rope would allow. I heard his guttural sounds as he dropped his head once again, licking every drop as the orgasm continued, reaching new heights. New levels.
My mouth was parched, my mind reeling, and I lost all feeling in every part of my body. Just when I thought I could relax, he moved his marvelous mouth to my clit, sucking on my already swollen tissue, immediately bringing an entirely different type of climax. I screamed, the hard jerking I was doing forcing the table to jump, legs scraping against the hardwood floor.
Only when Hawk had his fill did he rub his hands down my legs, caressing in such a gentle manner. “You’re so sexy when you come.”