by Jaci Burton
Watching her obvious excitement at the scene had him hard in an instant. He shifted so his erection wouldn’t be so blatantly obvious. Then again, no one else was in the hallway except for one burly looking guy in a Paradise Resort t-shirt that Tony assumed was staff.
He stepped back a few inches and sidled closer to Morgan. Close enough to smell her flowery fragrance, so subtle yet invading his senses until all he thought about was her. Close enough to hear her breathing, the quick little pulses telling him the scene turned her on.
Funny, the scene itself didn’t excite him nearly as much as Morgan’s interest in it.
“You like what you see, don’t you?” he whispered in her ear.
She hesitated for a few seconds before responding with a quiet, “Yes.”
His penis raged against his shorts, demanding he take what he so desperately wanted.
Screw his stupid male pride. He wanted her. If only for another day, another hour, it didn’t matter.
“Does it bother you to watch, considering what you went through with your ex?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No. It’s…different, somehow. Richard knows exactly how much pressure to apply to our guest so that he doesn’t truly hurt her. And she’s enjoying the pain. It brings her pleasure.”
“Did pain bring you pleasure, Morgan? Before David hurt you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you ever think you’ll be able to enjoy that pain like you used to?”
“I…I don’t know. It scares me a little, thinking about it. And yet…”
“And yet you want it,” he finished for her.
“Yes.”
“Let me give it to you.”
She turned her head and met his gaze. Her eyes were glazed with desire, and he knew he’d guessed right. She was excited.
But she also hesitated, and he knew why. The same reason he hesitated. Because they both knew something was happening with them. Something that went beyond sex and into emotional territory neither of them wanted.
He’d given up on holding back from her. And apparently she had too, because she nodded. “All right.”
“Let’s go. I’ve seen enough.” He grasped her hand and led her down the hallway and outside.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“To give you what you want” He pulled her quickly along the path.
“I can’t, Tony,” she said, yanking at his hand to let her go. “I’m working.”
“You’re done working for the day.” He stopped and turned to her. “I want you, Morgan. Anyway you want it, regular or with a little kink, it doesn’t matter to me. But I need to sink my hard cock into you until I can’t tell where I end and you begin. And I want it right now.”
Her shuddered breath told him she needed it as much as he did. “Fine. Let’s go, then.”
“Where? Home?”
“No. Too far. I know a place.”
Then it was her turn to take the lead. He followed her along the path until they diverted into the forest. They must have walked in silence for fifteen minutes or so before he saw another path pop up. In front of them was a little building that couldn’t house more than one or two rooms, at most. It stood no more than a hundred yards from the beach, and yet was completely surrounded by the forest so one couldn’t see the house from the water.
“What is this place?” he said, following her determined steps to the door.
“A hideaway. “
“For guests?”
“No. For me.” Without further explanation she opened the door and he stepped inside.
It was a cozy little place, with a small living area and a bed nestled in the corner of the room.
Morgan whipped around and faced him. “What’s between us is purely physical, right?”
“Yeah,” he answered, not really sure if that was the truth, but not wanting to delve too deeply into emotional areas he’d already worked hard to block off.
“I wanted to make that clear.”
“You just did. Perfectly clear.” Ignoring the stab in the vicinity of his heart, he grasped her upper arms and pulled her against his chest. “Morgan, do you trust me not to hurt you?”
This time she didn’t hesitate at all. “Yes.”
“Then tell me what excites you. Tell me what you need.”
She wound her arms around her neck and pressed close, her thighs brushing against his, her mound meeting his erection. She moved lightly, teasing him. “I told you before there were things I liked.”
“Spankings, being tied up?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to spank you?”
“I think I do.”
The hesitant look on her face concerned him. “Morgan, I don’t want to hurt you, or remind you of anything bad from your past. You don’t have to do this.”
“Yes, I do,” she replied, her gaze never leaving his. “I’ll never be free of David’s torment until I exorcise what he did to me. How he turned what could have been pleasure into pain. He twisted what should have been love into a nightmare of horrors.”
She was right. She would never be free to truly be herself again until she experienced everything that she used to love—every sexual experience that her ex turned against her.
Including spanking.
Tony thought long and hard about it, fearful of doing anything that might hurt her or set her sexual progress back. But the way she ground her mound against his aching hard-on drove him nuts.
He looked down at her, her lovely face framed by that wild, red hair. So untamed, primal, just like the woman. He grasped her wrist and dragged her over toward a small chair in the living area.
“This is what you want,” he said, “then this is what you get.”
He took her mouth in a hard kiss, releasing the pent up frustrations of wanting her and not having her, of knowing that what they shared was temporary. She met his tongue willingly, tangling and mating while she wound her fingers through his hair and pulled him even closer.
He slipped his hands down over her ribs, pressing his erection against her wriggling thighs.
He sat and pulled her across his lap, trying not to flinch when her chest hit his legs and her breath rushed out with a whoosh.
“Before I start, one rule—you say ‘stop’, and I stop instantly. You got that?”
“Yes.”
He looked at her like this for a few seconds, loving the feel of her warm belly across his legs, the way her hair swept against his thighs in this position, her long legs showcased for him.
Running his palms against her back, he took things slowly at first, feeling her muscles tense when he brushed the location of her scars, knowing she was remembering how they got there.
Slowly he lifted her dress, watching as first her thighs were revealed, followed by her rear end. That perfect, lush, ass. The one he liked to grab on to when he fucked her.
Her breasts dangled over his thigh. He ran his hands over the twin globes, squeezing them, feeling her shudder against him. He slipped the fingers of his other hand down between the cleft of her rear until he found that sweet spot between her legs. She moaned when he circled his fingers around the moist lips, then found her erect clit and flicked the hard nub with his thumb.
Morgan laid there, her body tense. He left his hand near her mound, alternately sweeping his fingers over her clit and dipping lightly into her vagina, feeling it contract around his fingers.
The other hand palmed her buttocks, gently squeezing them. Then, he lightly smacked her bottom, tensing when she gasped, waiting for her to tell him to stop.
She didn’t. She raised her ass higher as if to let him know she liked it.
He brought his hand down on her ass again. She flinched, then moaned. Wetness poured from between her legs onto his hand. Red welts sprang up on her cheeks.
And Morgan whimpered, silently begging for more with every wriggle of her fine ass.
The strange thing was, he liked it, too. And that he hadn’t expected
.
Hearing her cries of pain and delight, knowing she enjoyed every swat to her ass, realizing how much it turned her on, excited him in ways he’d never before experienced.
He felt no sense of awesome power over her. Dominating her wasn’t his idea of good sex. But how the spanking excited her—now that was damned hot. So hot his cock ached to be inside her.
Soon, very soon, it would be. As soon as he got her off. And judging from the way she moaned and squirmed against him, it wasn’t going to be long.
* * * * *
Morgan could barely stand the feel of Tony’s hand whacking her bottom. Not that she didn’t like it. No, that wasn’t it at all. She liked it so much she was ready to come all over his hand.
Gone was the fear associated with the act. Tony was so distinctly different from David that she felt no fear, none of the old memories resurfaced. It wasn’t the act itself that had frightened her before, it was her partner. Tony would never hurt her, which allowed her to relax and enjoy this little bit of kink as she had before.
The stinging swipes of his hand against her ass only made her wetter, only made her insides grab on to his finger as if it were his cock, pulling it inside, squeezing, aching, needing release right—now!
With a mewling cry she let loose her orgasm, feeling it soar through her like never before. She clenched her fingers around Tony’s legs and rode out the ecstasy, his fingers pumping inside her and bringing forth more pleasure than she thought she could bear.
As soon as she relaxed against him he pulled her up and cradled her in his arms, then swooped his mouth down over hers in a devastating kiss that left her breathless all over again.
She’d done it—she was free. Feeling the last remnants of hesitancy fly out the open window, she smiled at the man who had so carefully brought her back to the land of the living.
“Thank you,” she said.
He smiled at her and raised a brow. “No, thank you. That was fun. And you certainly seemed to enjoy it a lot.”
“Indeed I did.” His erection pressed against her slightly stinging buttocks. “I see we need to provide you some relief, now.”
“If you insist.”
“Oh yes, I definitely insist. Only this time, I want you to tie me up and have your way with me.”
The shocked expression on his face brought a grin to hers.
“Say that again?” he asked.
“Tie me to the bed over there, and do whatever you want to with me. Make me your love slave.”
Seeing his eyes darken, knowing what was going through his mind, all the possibilities, aroused her all over again. She reached for her breasts and circled her nipples with her thumbs.
“Shit, Morgan, I’m about to burst right now.”
“Then burst away. Only tie me up first, and do what you want to me.”
He reached down and caressed his shaft, outlined clearly against his shorts. “Come here, then,” he said, leading her toward the four-poster bed.
“There are some restraints in the nightstand drawer,” she said, then explained when he looked at her quizzically. “I kept them to remind me of what I used to have and how easily I could be hurt. I don’t really know why I did. Maybe I hoped that some day, some how I could be whole again, that I could be the sexually free person I used to be. All I know is I want you to use them on me.”
He sucked in a breath and blew it out. “You drive me crazy, Morgan.”
Not any more than he did to her.
“Take off that dress, “ he commanded.
She reached for the straps and slowly, seductively, slid them down her arms, baring first her breasts, then her belly. Lowering it to her hips she gave him a wicked smile before dropping it to the floor.
“Get over here and lie on your back.” He uttered the command in a harsh and breathless tone. His excitement thrilled her, made her wet, made her ache for his hard cock slamming in to her. She did as she was told and he grabbed the rope and tied her to the four posters.
She wriggled as she lay there spread-eagled on the bed, excitement swelling in her breasts and between her legs. Tony touched himself while he stood next to the bed watching her.
For what seemed like an eternity he stared down at her, his eyes dark and full of desire, his hand grasping his thick shaft over his shorts and squeezing it. Morgan fought against the restraints, not because she was afraid, but because she wanted him near her, on her, in her.
Now.
Tony fought for breath at the vision before him. His cock twitched, aching for release. He wanted to spill his come inside Morgan now.
And he wanted to spend a couple hours just gazing down at her naked body tied spread-eagled to the bed. He stroked his shaft. Morgan’s pussy glistened in the late afternoon light, wet from her previous orgasm, her body wriggling with excitement.
“You ready?” he asked.
“Yes,” she panted, lifting her hips.
“You going to do whatever I want you to?”
“Yes,” she said again, clearly excited. Her nipples stood up in two points, begging for his mouth to cover them, suck on them until she begged him to fuck her.
God, he’d love to do that right now. But he wanted to please her first. And pleasing her meant taking command.
Quickly he dropped his shorts to the floor and stood beside the bed, stroking his shaft.
“Does watching me touch it turn you on?” he asked.
“You know it does.” Her gaze was riveted to his penis.
“It makes me hot when you watch.”
She smiled.
“It’ll make me hotter to watch you suck it.” He climbed onto the bed and knelt beside her head. “Suck me, baby.”
Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and he slid the tip near her waiting tongue. She lapped up the drop of moisture from the head, and he shuddered at the feel of the warm wetness.
Knowing she couldn’t grasp his penis and pull it toward her mouth, he straddled her, kneeling on either side of her face, and slid his shaft inside her open mouth.
Watching her take his cock in deeply, feeling the heat surrounding him, knowing she was at his mercy and it excited her, nearly set him off. But he held back, tensing up, keeping the inevitable release at bay.
“That’s good, baby, suck it like that.”
Her gaze focused on his face, the intensity of her look more than adding to an already intense erotic experience.
“My balls are tight, filling with come. I’m close. Tell me where you want it,” he said, withdrawing to let her speak.
“Wherever you want to put it,” she responded.
One last time he slid into her hot mouth and stroked it as far back as he dared. She took him all willingly and without complaint. When it was obvious he couldn’t wait any longer, he pulled out, knowing exactly where he wanted to spill his seed when the time came.
He untied the restraints and lay on top of her, slipping his shaft inside her with one quick thrust. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pulling him tighter against her.
They were eye-to-eye, nose-to-nose, and mouth-to-mouth. He kissed her delectable mouth, his tongue keeping rhythm with the thrusts of his cock. She let loose whimpers of pleasure into his mouth, and in return he gave her a groan of delight. She was so tight, felt so perfect, he knew at that moment that she was made for him.
When she tightened around him and let loose a howl as her orgasm ripped through her, he went right along with her, knowing at the moment he spilled inside her that no matter his intentions, no matter his denials, he’d fallen hopelessly in love with Morgan.
Chapter Thirteen
Morgan lay snuggled tight within Tony’s arms, never having felt more content than she did at this moment. Listening to his heart thrum steadily against her ear, she sighed and scooted closer, rewarded when he grasped her tighter against him.
He’d long ago fallen asleep. After their lovemaking, after he’d held her, kissed her, made sure she hadn’t suffered any ill effects from being
restrained. After they’d returned to the resort so she could tie up any loose ends, and after they’d returned home and made love once again.
Ill effects? On the contrary, she’d found more pleasure in those moments with Tony than she’d experienced in her entire life. That’s when the realization hit her—she was in love with him. It didn’t matter that she’d told him point blank there could be no emotional involvement between them. Nor did it matter that he was leaving tomorrow.
How had it happened? How had this foray into sex turned into something deeper, so deep the thought of losing him carved a hole in her heart, making her ache with the loss already?
And more importantly, should she tell him how she felt? She could imagine the results if she did. He wouldn’t be able to pack fast enough. He’d made it quite clear he wasn’t interested in a long-term relationship with her, that his life, his love, was traveling the world to get the next story.
Tony’s story about Morgan was over. It was time for him to move on.
And because she loved him, she was going to let him go. She didn’t want him leaving with any regrets that he’d hurt her, that he’d somehow misled her into thinking he felt more than he actually did. Her feelings for him were of her own creation, and she’d deal with it on her own.
After all, she’d been on her own for years now. She’d adjust to life without him.
Yeah, right.
Now wide awake, she quietly slipped out of bed. It was very late, but she might as well do a little picking up while insomnia took hold. Maybe start some laundry.
She could sleep after he was gone.
What else would there be to do?
The house was so quiet as she tiptoed through the rooms, picking up things and gathering clothes. She stepped into Tony’s room, figuring she’d wash his clothes with hers.
The beep of his personal fax machine caught her attention. A pile of papers had slipped off the machine on to the floor, and she bent to pick them up and lay them on the desk.
She hadn’t meant to look, but her eyes strayed to the sender. The subject line made her shake all over.
The fax was from a Delbert Watkins, Private Investigator. The subject was entitled “Detailed Investigation on Morgan Brown.”