Attraction: (A Temptation Series Stand-alone) (The Temptation Series Book 4)

by Golland, KM

‘Never again!’ I stated resolutely, removing the maroon, navy and white block-styled bowling shoes from my feet with disgust.

  ‘Seriously, who the fuck designed these?’ I asked, presenting them to Derek. ‘It’s criminal.’

  ‘Bowling is not supposed to be a fashion show,’ he answered while tying up his black boots.

  ‘Everything is supposed to be a fashion show,’ I deadpanned.

  ‘So, where do you want to go next?’ he asked.

  A small devious smile crept across my face. ‘Coles.’

  Derek paused in the zipping of his jacket and gave me an unsure look. ‘Coles? What for?’

  ‘I’ve run out of mint sauce,’ I quickly explained.

  ‘Fair enough,’ he murmured. He went to go and take our bowling shoes back to the counter, but then turned back around to face me. ‘Hang the fuck on, Carly, we’ve discussed this. I’m not rubbing mint sauce on my cock.’

  ‘No, of course you are not. I am.’

  Shaking his head, he walked away. ‘Ain’t gonna happen, baby.’

  ***

  The second stint on the ‘stupidbike’ was not as bad as the first, albeit still scary as hell. As I clung to Derek like shit to a shovel, I noticed us cruise past the nearby Coles store. ‘Hey,’ I complained, my protest falling on deaf ears due to the fact he couldn’t hear me.

  I tapped his leg three times, but he ignored it and kept riding. So I tapped again, letting him know that I wanted to stop.

  Derek pulled into a service lane and stopped outside a group of shops. He placed his feet down to balance the bike, lifted his visor and turned his head. ‘What? Are you all right?’

  I lifted my visor and glared at him. ‘You drove past Coles.’

  ‘You stopped me for that?’ he asked with a trace of annoyance, yet a hint of smugness.

  ‘Don’t brush me off, Derek. I want mint sauce.’

  ‘Get off the bike, Carly.’

  ‘What?’ I asked, shocked.

  He chuckled. ‘Get off the bike. We’re here.’

  Dumbfounded, I looked around, recognising the group of shops that we had parked in front of. There was a twenty-four hour gym, a wholesale food distributor and Sexyland.

  Smiling boldly, I swung my leg over the bike and dismounted. ‘Awesome!’

  Derek kicked the stand down, removed his helmet, then wrapped his arm around my shoulder. ‘Come on. Let’s go shopping,’ he said with an over-exaggerated thrill, mimicking a teenage girl.

  I couldn’t help but laugh.

  As we walked into the store, we were greeted by a sales staff member. ‘Good evening, welcome to Sexy— Carly! How you been, girl?’ she exclaimed excitedly.

  ‘Hey, Cynthia. Bit quiet tonight, huh?’ I called back.

  She sighed with disappointment. ‘Yeah. Where are all the Carlys of the world?’

  Leaning into my side, Derek whispered in my ear. ‘I take it you’ve been here before.’

  I glided my arm down his back and found the pocket of his jeans where I slid my hand in and happily squeezed his arse. ‘This is my second home.’

  ‘Who’s the stud?’ Cynthia asked, smiling impressively as she eye-fucked Derek.

  ‘This is my piece of man-caramel, Derek. Derek, this is Cynthia, my friendly erotic object sales technician.’

  ‘Nice to meet you, Derek. Is there anything in particular I can help you with tonight?’ she asked.

  ‘Yeah, Carly needs a substitute for mint sauce, something that won’t burn my cock.’

  I gasped and removed my hand from his arse-pocket, placing it on my hip. ‘You sneaky little fuckcake.’

  ‘Baby, I’ve told you before, I’m all about compromise.’

  ‘We have mint flavoured oral gel,’ Cynthia explained. ‘I personally haven’t tried it, but the raspberry flavour is nice.’ She shrugged her shoulders.

  Still glaring at Derek, I spoke in Cynthia’s direction. ‘Show me.’

  ‘Just this way,’ she instructed happily. ‘Oh, Carls, I have to show you these nipple clamps. They came in last week. So good,’ she rattled off as she led the way.

  We stopped by a shelf of bottles, where Cynthia picked one up and handed it to me. ‘Here, mint flavoured oral gel, bon appétit.’

  I scrunched up my nose as I turned it around, scrutinising it disapprovingly. It looked minty, displayed a picture of a mint leaf and it was also green just like mint sauce.

  Shrugging my shoulders, I decided to give it a try. ‘Yeah, all right, I guess we can give it a go,’ I said, turning to Derek but finding that I was talking to myself.

  ‘Cockrings,’ Cynthia informed. ‘He’s over at the cockrings. God, Carly, that man is a keeper.’

  I passed the gel back to Cynthia and craned my neck to find him staring inquisitively at something before him — his perplexed expression making me giggle. Sauntering up behind him, I threaded my hands across his lower abdomen and dropped one of them for a quick grope.

  Reaching forward with my other hand, I picked up one of the packets. ‘You like Diablo, do you?’

  ‘It’s a fucking devil on a jelly-looking donut. And it goes around your cock like some piece of kinky jewellery,’ he said, clearly impressed.

  ‘I know. They’re great. You want one?’

  ‘Add it to the cart,’ he said with a flick of his head. ‘What else do you want?’

  Laughing, I let him go and surveyed the shop. ‘I think I have it all already.’

  ‘Why does this not surprise me?’ Derek stopped by the kink section and picked up a crop. ‘You got one of these?’

  ‘Yep.’

  ‘Noted. How ’bout one of these?’ he asked, picking up a flogger.

  ‘Yep, but the tails on my one aren’t that long,’ I explained, running my fingers through the leather tassels.

  ‘Here you go, Carls. Check these out,’ Cynthia said, placing a packet of vibrating nipple clamps in my hand. ‘There’s no chain or wire. They run off batteries and have two different vibration settings.’ She stepped back, displaying an impressed expression.

  I pursed my lips in deliberation. ‘They are a bit big. You couldn’t wear them out and about.’

  ‘Na, solely for home play.’

  ‘How much?’ I asked.

  ‘$24.95. Honestly, they are a bargain at that price,’ Cynthia said with a convincing smile.

  I passed them back to her together with the cockring. ‘Okay, you’ve never let me down before.’

  ‘A cock moulding kit, really?’ Derek asked, holding up a box.

  ‘Yeah, they are very popular. That’s a really a good one, too,’ Cynthia advised while giving me a suggestive look. I caught her drift, but unfortunately, Derek did as well.

  He put the box back on the shelf. ‘No fucking way. Forget it. Okay, are we done? I think we are done.’ Derek then walked over to the counter, ready to pay.

  Cynthia giggled and started scanning our items. ‘You got your loyalty card?’ she asked me.

  I fished through my purse, pulling out my loyalty card. I’m very fucking loyal. ‘Yep, here you go.’

  Cynthia scanned my card and happily handed it back. ‘You have enough loyalty points to get the cock moulding kit if you’d like.’

  ‘She’s not getting the kit,’ Derek stated absolutely.

  ‘You can’t tell me what I can and can’t buy,’ I retorted.

  ‘Yeah? Well, whose cock are you going to mould? Not mine.’

  I narrowed my eyes at him, then turned back to Cynthia.

  ‘Don’t worry,’ she joked as she handed our items over in a plastic bag. ‘I can always order one in if we run out.’

  I winked at her. ‘No worries, I’ll keep that in mind.’

  Derek thanked her and took the bag before I could grab it. ‘No, you won’t.’

  ***

  As we walked in the front door of my house, Sasha, as per usual, came barrelling toward us.

  ‘Sashy girl,’ I squealed, squatting down ready for her assault.

  Bracing
for impact, I was shocked — and a little jealous — when my golden pup bypassed me completely, instead launching her fluffy arse into Derek’s arms. What the fuck?

  ‘Hello, my favourite blonde,’ he said as she lashed him with her tongue.

  I gave them both an are-you-fucking-kidding-me look.

  Sasha ignored me but Derek corrected himself with a chuckle. ‘Favourite four-legged blonde.’

  ‘Sasha, you little traitor,’ I said angrily. ‘And you,’ I pointed to Derek. ‘I’ll remember that.’

  I stood back up and sulkily stomped into my room, swinging the door behind me and nearly collecting the two of them in the process.

  ‘I think your mummy is a little jealous, Sasha,’ he mumbled behind me. Pfft, jealousy is for the insecure. I’m secure with all that is me.

  Making my way over to Rico’s tank, I peered inside. ‘My loyal and loving Mexican walking fish, how has your day been so far?’ I asked with over-enthusiastic praise. ‘Who’s a cute axolotl?’ I cooed. His red gills fanned and he smiled. Yes, Rico smiles.

  Derek walked up behind me with Sasha still draped across his arms as if she belonged nowhere else.

  I ignored them and grabbed Rico’s food pellets, twisting the cap and tapping some into his tank. ‘Are you hungry, buddy?

  ‘You do realise you are talking to him like a baby, don’t you?’ Derek stated.

  ‘Rico is my baby,’ I snapped, stepping to the side and giving Derek the cold shoulder.

  I watched via the reflection in the tank as he placed Sasha down on my bed and gave her a belly scratch, smiling cockily toward me while she lay there and lapped it up.

  You arrogant arse!

  Turning back around, I fired him another dirty look and then awkwardly removed my boots, hopping around the room like a moron due to forgetting to brace myself on something. After finally wrestling them off my feet, I tossed them into my wardrobe with a childish show of stubbornness.

  ‘Problem?’ he asked, amusement staining his face with satisfaction.

  I wrenched down the zip of my jacket and widened my eyes. ‘Nope.’

  ‘I take it you always undress with such anger then?’

  ‘Yep,’ I mocked.

  Locking my eyes on his, I belligerently unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down, stepping out of them and kicking them into the corner of my room. I then sarcastically smiled at him and yanked off my socks.

  Now standing before him in only my G-string and singlet top, I went to undo the braid in my hair.

  ‘Leave it in,’ he said harshly as his stare raked my body and inflamed the room.

  My hands froze on the elastic band.

  Derek slowly stood up and prowled toward me while taking off his jacket. The raw, vehemently hungry expression on his face had me taking backward steps until I was pressed against my wall.

  He stopped, his tall robust frame towering above me. And with both hands, he grasped my singlet top and tore it right down the middle. ‘I like pissed off, baby, because I can still fuck when I’m pissed off.’

  Firmly grabbing my chin with his hand, he squished my cheeks before planting a forceful kiss on my lips.

  I pulled back and slapped him across the face — hard. ‘Derek! You just fucking ripped my top, you arrogant prick.’

  Annoyed — but extremely aroused by his heated aggression — I pushed at his chest, but he didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed my G-string and tore that from me as well, leaving me standing there with ripped shreds of material hanging from my body.

  ‘Stop it!’ I yelled and went to slap him again.

  Derek caught my wrist and his eyes blared sexual filth at me, sexual filth that had me suddenly feeling desperately dirty. Oh ... my.

  ‘You want to play rough?’ he asked, a hint of excitement breaking across his face.

  ‘No. I don’t want to play at all,’ I said through gritted teeth, trying not to smile.

  ‘I think you do.’

  I leaned forward getting right up into his face. ‘You are wrong.’

  Derek dropped his other hand and plunged his finger into my pussy, the swift intrusion surprising me and making me gasp.

  He slid it in and out a couple of times, teasing me before he pulled it out completely. Then, bringing it up to my face, he wiped my arousal across my lips. ‘Clearly, I am not wrong.’

  ‘Clearly, you’re an arsehole,’ I countered, licking my lips.

  Derek inwardly growled and mashed his mouth to mine, kissing me passionately and lifting me up into his arms. I instantly wrapped my legs around his waist and ran my hand up the back of his head, digging my nails in hard with intent to punish.

  ‘Fuck,’ he roared while carrying me over to the bed and dropping me down on the mattress. ‘Hands and knees,’ he demanded. His tone was severe but also held a gentle caress, a promise that what I was about to experience would be a mixture of sensuality and ferocity.

  I stared at him for a minute, his return gaze equally as fierce. Our battle of wills were pouring from the both of us and circling the air with crackling anticipation, our reactive chemical ‘Dc’ in full effect.

  As I sat there debating his request and wondering whether or not to comply, I realised that today had been a day where I had freely — yet reluctantly — relinquished my control. I had stepped out from within my bubble of security and trusted him. I had let go ... and enjoyed it.

  Deciding to continue that theme, I turned over and positioned myself on my hands and knees, baring my arse to him.

  ‘Mm ... good girl,’ he praised as he stepped up behind me.

  ‘Don’t fucking “good girl” me,’ I bit out harshly, snapping my head around to fix him with my warning glare.

  The loud, sharp sting of his hand connecting with my arse made me yelp, shocking me into silence. It also excited me no end. Ooh, Mr Spanky Spankster with his big hose. Hello, Carly’s wet dream.

  Feeling the confines of my bra loosen as he unclipped it and pushed the straps down my shoulders, my breasts hung freely and heavily before me.

  Derek leaned over and cupped one aggressively before whispering into my ear. ‘I’m gonna fuck you hard, baby. I hope you are ready.’

  I heard the zipper of his jeans undo and felt his warm hard cock land with a light thud on my arse. The sensation and knowledge that he was almost inside me resulted in my back arching ever so slightly, my pussy now primed and waiting for his penetration.

  The gentle tease and tickle of his fingertip as he slid it down the crevice of my arse made me shudder. But it was when he stopped its descent and slowly circled the entrance of my pussy before replacing with it the crown of his dick that had me quivering with delighted anticipation.

  Derek eased himself in slowly, forcing a shallow moan to escape my throat. The feeling of him filling me completely was beyond wonderful — the man had a cock that touched all extremities.

  Suddenly, my head was jerked back and an uncomfortable yet tantalising ache formed on my scalp.

  ‘Oh fuck!’ I cried out, my braid now wrapped around Derek’s hand, my body now at his complete mercy.

  Sounds of skin slapping skin soon dominated the room as Derek pounded my flesh with his own. His thrusts were hard, fast, relentless and brutal, and I fucking loved every second of it.

  ‘Is that ... the ... best you can ... do?’ I stuttered as my voice jerked with my body’s movements.

  ‘Not ... even ... fucking close,’ he growled as he pistoned into me continuously. Bang. Bang. Bang.

  Oh, my fucking GOD! The man was a machine, a relentless sexual engine running on endless fuel.

  ‘Stomach,’ he growled and secured both my arms to my back when I fell forward at his command.

  Being restrained and completely helpless would normally have me feeling highly distressed, but slave to Derek’s every control and whim was far from that regular feeling. Submitting to him just felt ... right.

  His unyielding rhythm, the friction from his cock deliciously gliding against the walls of my
pussy, and the sounds of sex hanging heavily in the air in the form of moaning, grunting and heavy breathing, all combined exquisitely to bring my orgasm screaming out of me. ‘Oh ... god!’

  Derek, too, erupted like a volcano, spilling into me, over me and consuming everything within and around me. ‘Fuck, baby,’ he groaned passionately as he collapsed onto my back.

  His damp heavy frame stole whatever skerrick of energy I had left, rendering me limp. I was spent, taken, consumed and owned. I was absolutely fucked.

  Derek and I fell asleep in a tangle of sweat-dampened limbs. His body engulfed mine, owned it ... he made me feel safe. My body was now his and not my own. Carly Henkley was no longer free.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  A couple of months went by and, during that time, Derek and I grew closer. Much closer. It was kind of weird in a non-weird kind of way. You see, the progression of our relationship happened naturally, which — for me — was just ... well, weird. Now don’t get me wrong, what Derek and I shared was not always unicorns and rainbows. Most of the time it was Shetland ponies and shit-storms. But that was who we were. We fought each other, challenged each other and set each other straight. We comforted each other, complemented each other and drove one another insane. One thing for sure, Derek had been right ... he and I just ‘are’.

  We’d spent Christmas Eve with my parents. I’d even cooked. But it was nothing fancy. It also ended up being inedible. Derek was forced to show me his firefighting skills firsthand when I smoked out the kitchen and burnt the potatoes to the point where they resembled gorilla testicles. And not being one to want to eat food that looked like animal genitals, they were inevitably thrown away. I did, however — as a result — get to admire Derek in firefighter mode. And damn, the man was good at dousing fires. Needless to say, we ended up having to make an emergency dash to the local.

  Red Rooster in order to pick up another cooked chook and some roast vegetables, reiterating another of Carly’s Cardinals: thank fuck for takeaway.

  Mum and Dad had been big fans of Derek, and what I thought would be a nightmarish and awkward occasion turned out to be relaxed and successful ... with exception of nearly burning down my house.

  Dad had been non-stop with questions about the MFB and Mum was abnormally bubbly and attentive. In the past, my parents had never been that interested in my romantic life; then again, I’d never allowed it to be a topic of discussion. In hindsight, it was as if at one point we’d made a silent agreement not to mention who I dated and when. So I guess that introducing Derek to my parents, and in particular on Christmas day, was a novelty. It was also a huge step for me and one I’m glad I made.