Dirty Deal

by Crystal Kaswell

  He sucks on my nipple. No softness. It's so hard it hurts. Pleasure and pain whir inside me.

  It's a lot.

  But I still want more.

  He toys with me, sucking, licking, biting softly. Then harder.

  My instincts beg me to touch him, but I keep my hands at my sides. I tug at my dress. I squeeze my thighs together. I contain myself the best I can.

  He moves to my other nipple and teases it mercilessly. It's this beautiful mix of pleasure of pain. Or need and satisfaction. I'm achy. Empty. Desperate to be full.

  When he releases me, I'm panting.

  His eyes lock with mine. He takes my wrist and guides my hand up his thigh, under his boxers, around his cock.

  I wrap my hand around him. That's Blake in my hand.

  I rub my thumb over his tip and he lets out a groan.

  He grabs me by the hair, his palm flat against the back of my head. He wants my mouth around him.

  And I want that too.

  I have no idea what I'm doing, but I want it so badly.

  I lick my lips reflexively. My eyes are begging him.

  He nods, giving me permission.

  I plant one hand on his thigh. He guides me into position.

  My heart thuds against my chest.

  My sex clenches.

  I'm about to give Blake head in the back of a car and I don't have a single objection.

  There's something wrong with me.

  But I don't care.

  I wrap my hand around his cock, wiping a drop of pre-come from the head.

  I brush my lips against him. The skin is soft but he's so hard.

  I try it again. Again. Until I find the spot that makes him groan.

  Then I take him into my mouth.

  He tastes good. Salt and something uniquely Blake.

  His hands go to my hair. One cups the back of my head, holding me in place. It winds me tighter. All of it.

  I slide my tongue around him. It feels so right, him in my mouth, him holding me in place, him utterly in control of how I bring him pleasure.

  He presses his hand against the back of my head, guiding me over his cock.

  He starts gentle. Then gets harder. Deeper.

  Until he's so deep I'm gagging.

  But that feels good too.

  Blake's groan fills the car. I'm sure the driver is watching, but I don't care. That sound is music. That sound is poetry.

  His hands tighten in my hair. He takes me deeper. Harder. I follow his motions. He shifts his hips, thrusting into my mouth, tugging at my hair as my tongue hits just the right spot.

  Fuck, I love the way he pulls my hair.

  I love everything about this.

  He feels good in my mouth.

  I run my tongue along every inch of his cock, testing his reactions. He shudders as I flick my tongue against his tip.

  Perfect.

  I do it again. Again. Again. He tugs at my hair a little harder. It spurs me on.

  I slide my mouth over him and take him as deep as I can.

  He leans back, holding me in place, as he thrusts into my mouth.

  "Fuck, Kat…"

  He goes harder. Harder. I'm stuck in place. At his mercy. Forced to take it as deep as he wants me to.

  But I fucking like it.

  His hand knots in my hair as he pulses. With the next thrust of his hips, he comes.

  He's warm. Salty. A little sweet.

  I catch every drop, swallowing when he's done.

  "Fuck," he groans.

  Something in Blake relaxes as I return to my seat.

  The car slows to pull onto an off-ramp. We're almost back to his place.

  I'm almost in his bed again.

  I reach for my bra but Blake grabs my wrist.

  "Take off the rest of your dress."

  Desire shoots through me. I lift my hips to slide the dress to my feet.

  He tugs at the strap of my thong. "That too."

  I slide the panties to my feet. They fall over my dress.

  Blake reaches for my coat and slings it over my shoulders.

  I slide it all the way on and clasp all the buttons.

  There's nothing under my coat but me.

  Chapter 18

  The elevator is mercilessly slow.

  I hug my chest, squeezing my coat closed. Blake slips his hand under it and strokes my outer thigh with his thumb.

  I'm naked under here and he's touching me and there's a nice older woman riding the elevator with us. She's prim and proper. Exactly the type you'd expect in a building like this.

  Finally, the elevator stops.

  The doors pull apart.

  She shoots us a curious look as she steps into the hallway. It's like she knows I'm naked under here. Maybe she does. Maybe it's all over my face.

  The doors slide together.

  We're alone. There's a camera in the ceiling, but we're alone.

  Blake moves in front of me, blocking the view of the security camera.

  He undoes the buttons of my coat and slides it open.

  I'm naked in the elevator.

  On display for him.

  It makes me so fucking hot.

  It's exhilarating.

  He runs his fingertips down my body. Lips. Neck. Chest. Stomach. They stop just below my belly button.

  Then lower.

  Lower.

  Almost.

  His eyes stay glued to mine.

  He shifts his hand another millimeter lower.

  His expression stays intense. In control.

  Ding. Penthouse. Blake's floor. His apartment takes up the entire floor.

  We step into the hallway. He pulls my coat off my shoulders and lays it over his arm.

  I'm naked in the hallway.

  No one can see—you need a key card to access the floor—but still.

  I'm naked in the hallway.

  He opens the door and motions after you. It's absurd, him politely holding my jacket and opening the door for me after ordering me to strip and suck him off in the back of a car. With a driver watching.

  He's the ultimate gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets.

  The apartment is dark. The lights of the city flow through the window.

  I hug my chest reflexively.

  Blake's hand slides over my shoulder. He presses the door closed and clicks the lock. "Hands at your sides. I want to look at you."

  My breath hitches.

  He stares at me, his eyes wide with lust. He likes what he sees. He likes looking at me.

  And I like him looking at me.

  It's a prefect arrangement, really.

  "Turn around," he demands.

  I do.

  It's such a strange sensation. I'm exposed. Vulnerable. But I like it. I like him looking at me, thinking about me, wanting me.

  He moves closer, placing his body behind mine. His lips on my neck. His hands on my ass.

  His fingertips skim my sex.

  It pours gasoline on the fire raging inside me.

  "Turn around," he says.

  I do. I slide my arms around his neck and press my lips to his.

  He kisses back. It's hard. Hungry. Like he needs this as much as I do.

  Like he needs me as much as I need him.

  Blake slides his hands under my ass. He lifts me into the air and holds my body against his. I hook my legs around his waist and squeeze him with my thighs.

  He carries me like I'm weightless.

  We move into the bedroom.

  He throws me back on the bed. I land with a soft thud. The foam mattress absorbs all the impact.

  He doesn't play around.

  He climbs on top of me and pins me to the bed.

  The weight of his body sinks into mine. He's heavy and warm. His cock is straining against his slacks, pressing against my sex.

  Fabric is between us.

  Again.

  I'm really starting to despise fabric.

  He reaches for something—a length o
f rope with a cuff at the end. It's part of an under-the-bed restraints system.

  He cuffs my hand and squeezes the rope tight. Then he does the same with my other hand.

  My upper body is stuck in place.

  I'm at his mercy.

  But then, I was already at his mercy.

  Blake drags his lips over my body. Mouth. Neck. Chest. Stomach. Just below my belly button.

  His breath is warm against me. His mouth is inches from my sex. So. Damn. Close.

  He nips at my inner thigh. I shift my hips, desperately trying to make contact. He ignores my plea, dragging his lips all the way to my ankle. He undoes the buckle of my shoe and slides it off my foot. Then there's something else around my ankle.

  Rope. Another cuff.

  He's gentle about sliding off my other shoe.

  My breath hitches. My heart races. Nerves rise up in my stomach as he cuffs my other ankle. I trust him. But this is a lot.

  I'm immobile.

  I shift, testing the restraints. They're tight. I have a few inches of wiggle room at best.

  He moves off the bed. A drawer opens. Then he's back on the bed, his crotch planted over mine.

  He feels so good against me. It pushes all my nerves away. It pushes away every thought but more.

  "Careful." He lifts my head and pulls something over it. A blindfold. "Comfortable?"

  The world is dark. It sends my body into overdrive. Every inch of me is buzzing.

  I need him to touch me.

  Kiss me.

  Fuck me.

  I need everything.

  "Yes," I say.

  "Good." He shifts off the bed again.

  There are sounds. Footsteps. He's leaving. What the hell?

  I tug at the restraints but there's no give. I have no choice but to wait for him.

  Anticipation fills me slowly.

  My limbs, my chest, my stomach—everything gets light. Every inch of me gets desperate. A buzz spreads through my torso, down my legs, up my arms, all the way to my fingers and toes.

  His footsteps get closer. He's coming back. He's going to touch me. I need him to touch me.

  I can hear Blake undressing. A button shifting out of a hole. A zipper undoing. Pants dropping to the floor.

  Tension builds inside me. It's like I'm climbing up a roller-coaster, desperately anticipating the release of the drop.

  He shifts onto the bed. Parts of his body press against mine. An arm, a hand, his chest. His bare skin sends a shiver down my spine. We're close.

  A cap is undone, and I instantly smell chocolate. My thighs shake. That must be...

  He squeezes the bottle. His fingers slide over my lips. Chocolate sauce. Dark and sweet and just a little bit sticky.

  I lick it off my lips, savoring the feel of it on my tongue. He squeezes the bottle again then slides his fingers into my mouth. I suck hard. I get every drop.

  Blake draws a line over my collarbone, my breasts, down my stomach. I arch my back, buck my hips. It's the only movement I've got.

  He straddles me. Fabric presses against my sex. Dammit. His boxers are in the way.

  I shift to press my sex against his cock. He feels so good, so close, even with the fabric between us.

  He pins my hips to the bed. "Not yet."

  My breath hitches.

  His commands fan the fire inside me, but I need him touching me.

  Waiting is torture.

  His breath gets harder.

  Heavier.

  Like this is killing him as much as it's killing me.

  He drags his hands up my sides and over my shoulders.

  His lips brush my skin.

  He licks the chocolate sauce off my neck. With soft strokes. Then hard ones.

  He moves down my body, licking every drop of syrup.

  He stops at my nipples to suck hard. The pressure is so intense it hurts, but it's a good hurt. A fucking amazing hurt.

  My back relaxes. I sink into the bed under his weight. I soak in the feeling of his tongue.

  He traces his steps back up my neck like he's making sure to get every drop.

  He kisses me. He claims me with his tongue. He tastes like chocolate and sugar and sweat. He tastes fucking good.

  I gasp as Blake releases our kiss.

  I arch my back like I'm begging him to take me to the edge.

  He doesn't. He stays slow. He stays merciless.

  He licks his way down my stomach, lapping up every bit of syrup. My sex clenches.

  He's at my belly button. Then below it.

  So damn close.

  He sucks on the skin of my inner thigh then moves down to my knee. Then to the other leg and back up again.

  His teeth scrape my skin.

  Almost.

  So… close…

  I shift my hips, begging him for release.

  He nips at my inner thigh.

  Lower.

  Higher.

  The other leg.

  Higher.

  Almost.

  There.

  His tongue slides over my folds.

  My body screams with relief. His mouth feels so fucking good against me.

  I relax into his touch. I let go of controlling any bit of this.

  He sucks on my folds. Then scrapes his teeth against them. Not hard enough to hurt. Only hard enough to feel amazing.

  He moves to the other side and does the same thing.

  He tortures me with his mouth, winding me up, taking me closer, licking me up and down.

  Pleasure shoots through me as his tongue flicks against me. There's no way to move. There's nothing I can do to contain the sensation.

  I groan his name. But it's not enough. The intensity is overwhelming.

  He licks me with a steady rhythm. It's exactly what I need.

  Tension builds inside me. Faster and harder and deeper.

  Almost.

  He pulls back.

  I cry out. "Please."

  His teeth scrape my inner thigh.

  "Blake..."

  "Louder."

  "Blake. Please... Blake. I need to come. Please."

  He flicks his tongue against me.

  "Blake. Please…"

  He pins my pelvis to the bed, holding me in place as he licks me.

  Pleasure builds inside me. It winds tighter and tighter.

  Then everything unleashes.

  My orgasm sends me into free fall.

  My sex clenches. Pleasure radiates through my belly and thighs.

  "Blake," I groan.

  I come down, panting in a desperate bid to catch my breath.

  He shifts. Fabric moves. He must be taking off his boxers.

  Almost…

  He pins my shoulders to the bed.

  His knees nudge my thighs apart.

  I can feel his warmth against my sex.

  I arch my back, trying to meet him, but I'm not close enough.

  He digs into my skin, shifting his weight into my hips.

  Almost.

  His tip slides over my clit. Over my sex.

  He teases me.

  Again.

  Again.

  "Blake." I arch my hips, pushing him deeper. "Please."

  Still, he teases again.

  Again.

  "Please," I breathe. It's the only word in my head. Please. Please everything.

  He teases again and again.

  And again.

  I'm ready to scream when he finally slides inside me.

  It's fast. One hard thrust. It hurts, but it feels so fucking good. I feel so fucking whole.

  Pleasure shoots through my limbs. I'm back on that ride, ready to climb all the way to the top. He's taking me there. He's taking me to another free fall.

  He thrusts into me fast and hard. His breath catches.

  He groans as he sinks into me.

  My nipples scrape against his chest. He nips at the skin on my neck. Groans into my ear.

  I can't move. I can't do anything but soak in the feeli
ng of our bodies connecting.

  And fuck, it feels so good.

  All his skin against mine.

  Him driving inside me.

  With a few more thrusts, I'm at the edge. Then I'm there, my sex pulsing as I come.

  I groan his name again and again.

  I shake. I shudder. I rock my hips against him.

  But it's not enough. I don't have time to come down. He's still driving inside me.

  It hurts, but in a good way.

  Blake fucks me.

  There's no other way to describe it.

  A groan overtakes him.

  He goes harder.

  Harder.

  His nails sink into my skin.

  His body shakes.

  "Kat," he groans.

  One more thrust, and an orgasm overtakes him. He comes inside me. He rocks into me as he spills every drop.

  When he's finished, he collapses next to me. Kisses my neck.

  A few shifts of his weight on the bed and he's taking off my restraints. The ankles first, then the wrists. I curl my body to wrap it around his.

  Blake pulls off my blindfold. I blink my eyes open and stare into his.

  "You okay?" he asks.

  I nod as I sink into his touch.

  Right now, I'm perfect.

  I'm exactly where I need to be.

  Chapter 19

  We take a long shower together. Blake rubs soap over every inch of my skin and rinses me off carefully. I return the favor.

  It's the first time I've really gotten to touch him. His body is all hard muscles and perfect lines. He really is gorgeous.

  After, he helps me into a soft terry cloth robe. It's as lush and luxurious as everything else in the apartment.

  We move to the kitchen.

  Blake pours two glasses of water and motions for me to drink.

  I'm still not sure how to handle his commands. Part of me wants him taking care of me. Another wants to scream I'm not a child.

  His eyes catch mine. He can sense the irritated half.

  I turn and pull my robe tighter. I'm not sure I'm up for this conversation. Not right now.

  His eyes stay glued to me. His stare is penetrating. I don't have to look at him to know. I can feel it.

  My cheeks flush. "Yes?"

  "Is something wrong?" His voice is steady.

  "You're asking?"

  "I'm trying."

  That makes me warm all over. "I appreciate gestures, but I don't need to be told when to drink or eat or sleep or shower. I'm not into that."

  "Noted."

  My shoulders relax. Is it really that easy? Maybe our marriage won't be so bad. We're getting good at compromising.