White-Hot and Hard

by Catherine Chernow

  Dallen rolled to his side, taking her with him. He placed his arm around her waist, tucking her against his groin.

  His cock nudged her bottom hole. He didn’t make any other movement.

  “Sleep,” he said, leaning over to brush some strands of hair from her face.

  He kissed her neck and jaw.

  She released a contented yawn…

  And didn’t wake until morning.

  Chapter Four

  Sloan woke the next day surrounded by warmth and the most delicious smells.

  Snuggling deeper under the covers, she yawned and blinked while bright light filled her line of vision. A tray containing breakfast treats sat on a small table near the bed. Cinnamon and butter coated perfectly toasted bread. The smell was enough to make her stomach rumble.

  She rolled over and stretched, pillowing her head against Dallen’s chest.

  “Good morning.” He placed an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer.

  “Mmmmm…”

  He laughed. “Not much of a morning person, are you?”

  She looked up at him. He raised one dark brow, but smiled just the same.

  “Not until you ply me with coffee and food.”

  He reached for a piece of buttered toast, sliding it under her nose. The aroma made her mouth water. She lifted her hand, intent on taking the bread.

  He pulled it back.

  “Remember my rules, Sloan. You’ll eat from my hand.”

  She bristled. “I can feed myself.”

  “Of course you can, but not with me. It will give me great pleasure to do this for you. You’ll enjoy it. You’ll see.”

  He offered her a bite. Loath as she was to give in, hunger reared its ugly head. She nipped the bread with her teeth, marveling at the way the corner of the toast seemed to have as much butter and cinnamon on it as the middle.

  Dallen reached over and placed the toast back on the tray.

  He patted her hip. “Sit up.”

  She did, the sheet slipping below her breasts.

  He leaned over and kissed each one, circling her waist with his hands, lifting her so that she straddled his thighs.

  “This is the way we’ll have breakfast,” he said.

  “Sex and food?” She raised a brow, biting back a smile. “No coffee? It will never work.”

  He threw back his head and laughed.

  He fed her more toast and took a red, ripe strawberry from a plate. She leaned over and took a bite, the sweet juice dribbling down her chin.

  Dallen licked the corner of her mouth.

  She wiggled against his cock, sliding her pussy against the stiff ridge.

  “Not yet,” he stated. “First, have your coffee.”

  He grabbed a cup and poured a deep black brew into it. She took it from his hands and inhaled deeply, enjoying the aromatherapy.

  “No sugar or milk?” he asked.

  “I drink it black.”

  He nodded. “I figured as much. You take your coffee the way you live your life—simple, direct, not much added to it to dull the unique taste.”

  The caffeine from the strong coffee woke her sleepy mind.

  She grinned in response. “You describe a cup of coffee through an artist’s eyes.” Then she sobered. “I’m not sure that’s the way I’d describe how I live.”

  “You drink your coffee black so you don’t have to decide what to add to it. You control your world that way and everyone in it, opting to keep life simple so there’s no choice to make. It shields you from hurt and disappointment, but it can make you feel as though you were a tightly wound piece of wire. Sometimes it’s good to release it.”

  She suddenly realized that not being in control in Dallen’s bedroom made all the tension drain from her body. Usually she bounded out of bed every morning, ready to seize the day and squeeze it between her fingers, hoping to suck everything out of it that she possibly could. Her routine never varied, her goals always in sight. She sprinted ahead of everyone else in search of the next best thing in the art world. Art was either bad or great, there was no in-between, no middle ground. She could pick out a fantastic painting, drawing or sculpture from a mile away.

  She had to, or someone else would snatch all the glory and usurp her position.

  She wouldn’t be the great Sloan Benton, art promoter.

  She’d be nothing.

  Here with Dallen, she felt as if she was the most important person in the world, and she didn’t have to try.

  “Do you like…this?”

  He angled his head, offering her another piece of buttery toast. “What?”

  She took a bite, chewed and swallowed. The word “me” had almost slipped from her lips. She had wanted a good fuck and Dallen as a client. She got what she desired. Why did she care what he thought about her?

  Suddenly it mattered. Very much.

  “I take pleasure in feeding you, Sloan. I enjoy how your face softens when you take a bite or sip something. You’re enjoying it, so I am.”

  She ran a hand across a pillow, not daring to lift her eyes. “Did you enjoy spanking me?” She held her breath, waiting for his answer.

  “As long as it brings you pleasure.”

  Sloan chewed her lower lip. “I’m nuts, aren’t I?”

  He smiled, lifting her chin with his index finger. “Not at all. You’re a very sensual, sexual woman. You just need the right stimulation.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe that someone else hasn’t figured that out.”

  She cupped her chin in her hand, resting her elbow on the pillow. “Men can be such idiots.”

  He tipped back his head and laughed. “Yes, we certainly can.”

  “But not you,” she whispered.

  “I’m not easily fooled. At least, not anymore.”

  She frowned. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “It means that at one time, what people thought of me mattered very much. It doesn’t now.”

  “I see.”

  “I’m not sure you do. Then again, it’s not so very important.” He patted her bottom gently. “Turn around.” His voice became deep and commanding.

  Her skin prickled and her juices flowed. She could feel a trickle of wetness seep between her thighs.

  She got on her knees, turning so that her bottom faced him.

  “It’s pink.” He ran his hand across her bottom cheeks. “Do you hurt, Sloan?”

  Her ass felt warm and tingly. That feeling traveled to her pussy, making her clit throb with need.

  “No,” she breathed, closing her eyes. “It doesn’t really hurt.”

  “It stimulated you, and I’m glad.”

  She wiggled her ass. “You like my ‘stimulus package’?”

  A deep chuckle was his answer.

  “Your spirit amazes me.”

  “Your cock amazes me.”

  She received a tap on her bottom. Then he reached over to open a drawer in the nightstand next to the bed. He removed a foil packet and tore it open with his teeth, but his eyes remained on her.

  He handed her the condom. She slowly slid it down his cock.

  He rose over her, his erect cock poking her ass. “Do you want me to fuck you that way, Sloan? In your bottom?”

  She almost collapsed on the bed, her body vibrating with unbridled lust.

  “Yes,” she replied. “I want that.”

  He pulled back some of her long tresses and whispered. “I will, when I think you’re ready. Now I’ll take you doggie-style.”

  He reached between her legs and stroked the tip of his cock across her swollen pussy.

  “You’re so wet, Sloan. I enjoy that slick feel between your legs.”

  He rubbed her clit with his index and middle fingers.

  “Dallen!” She threw back her head and arched her back.

  He rubbed her again then reached up to caress her nipples with his palms.

  “When you do that, I can feel it in my cunt.”

  His warm breath caressed her ear. “Say it a
gain.”

  “What?” She turned her face, smiling against his neck. “‘Cunt?’”

  His cock swelled. He pushed the tip against her pussy.

  “Again. Say it again.”

  “Take my cunt.”

  He shuddered then fit himself deep inside her. She caught and held her breath while he pushed harder. Then he pulled out just a bit, sliding back in all the way.

  She loved the roughness of the hair on his thighs. He continued to pump in and out of her, filling her body and mind with nothing but him. She matched him stroke for stroke.

  “Don’t come yet, Sloan.”

  She sucked in a breath, her body shaking. “I have to. Now.”

  He slapped her ass. “Wait until I tell you. Give yourself over to me. If you do, you’ll have an orgasm to rival all others.”

  “I want to come. I have to come,” she panted.

  He rode her some more. She could feel her orgasm ready to spring forth.

  “That’s it. Breathe in and out. Short breaths,” he instructed.

  “Fuck this. I have to come.”

  He slapped her ass again, raining fire on her skin. It spread to her pussy, intensifying her need to orgasm.

  He kissed her shoulder. “You’re being such a good girl.”

  “Fuck being good. I want to come.”

  He laughed, yet it wasn’t snide.

  “I know you do.”

  He pushed his cock inside her, as deep as it could go. Then he massaged her clit, pressing on it with the tip of his middle finger.

  “You may come now.”

  Her orgasm rammed into her with his last stroke.

  “Dallen!”

  He came next. She felt him shudder when he came.

  She collapsed on the bed. He didn’t pull out of her right away, choosing to stay fused with her body. He covered her completely, cocooning her with warmth.

  She could feel his heart beating against her back, a soothing lub-dub sound.

  He kissed her right shoulder. His lips broke into a smile against her skin.

  “Now we work.”

  * * * * *

  Sloan wondered how in hell she was supposed to do anything after that mind-blowing orgasm.

  Sprawled on the bed, she didn’t want to move, let alone pose naked for Dallen. All those hours staying in one position…

  She remembered her college days well, and how she’d posed for the up-and-coming artists at that fancy art school. She’d spent countless hours sitting on a stool, her legs and back aching.

  “I’ll be right back, Sloan.”

  Dallen arose from the bed, the sight of his tall, muscled, nude body making her horny all over again.

  “Promise?” She pouted.

  “Yes. I do. Finish your breakfast.” He pointed at the tray. “And relax.”

  “I want to make love again.”

  “In due time.” He grinned.

  She threw a pillow at his broad back.

  While he was gone, she telephoned Miles.

  “Do me a favor,” she told him. “Email a contract for promotion to Dallen O’Neal.”

  “I will on one condition.”

  She could hear the laughter in Miles’ voice.

  “What?” She raised a brow, holding the phone close to her ear.

  “That you tell me every steamy detail.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Later. I need Dallen to sign on the proverbial ‘dotted line’ before he slips through my fingers.”

  “Will do, boss.”

  She heard footsteps outside the bedroom door.

  “I’ve got to go. I’ll talk to you soon.”

  “Don’t talk to me at all. Everything’s under control here. There’s not a thing you have to worry about except enjoying Dallen.”

  She heard him sigh. It was filled with longing.

  “Miles, did I fire you yet this month?”

  “Yup. Too late for that.” He chuckled.

  The footsteps grew closer.

  “I’ve got to go.”

  “Bye.”

  She ended the call and put her cell phone back in her bag.

  Dallen walked into the room with a sketchpad in one hand and a pencil in the other.

  She frowned. “Why do you need those?” She nodded at what he carried. “You said you were going to do a sculpture of me.”

  “I will. First, I want to get to know your body.”

  She tossed some hair behind her shoulder. “I thought you did quite a thorough study between last night and this morning.”

  His chest rumbled with laughter.

  “I did, but I need to get your exquisite form down on paper first. It will help me sculpt it later on.”

  She raised a brow. “I want you to do something for me before you start your work.”

  “And what would that be?” He cocked his dark head. “Sign the contract Miles is emailing me?”

  She crossed her arms across her breasts. “What were you doing? Listening through the keyhole of the door? Or maybe you’re telepathic.”

  He gave her a level look. “Don’t be a smart-ass.”

  She gave him a mock salute. He ignored it.

  “I wish I could say I was telepathic.” He frowned. “But I heard your entire conversation through the walls. They’re thin. I’m not happy about what you did.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I didn’t give you permission to call anyone.”

  Her temper flared. “I can’t stay here with you, cut off from the world, from my business.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I…”

  Everything’s under control here. There’s not a thing you have to worry about except for…enjoying Dallen.

  She suddenly realized that for the first time in her life, she was free. Free to do as she damn well pleased.

  She couldn’t think of a snappy comeback fast enough.

  “Why, Sloan? What is it that you have to do that’s so damned important?”

  Please you.

  She glanced at his large hands, the long fingers.

  Her pussy throbbed. She wouldn’t mind a spanking again.

  Maybe there was something she could do to get one.

  “I’ll let it go this time.” He grabbed her handbag.

  “Hey.” She reached for it, but he was quicker.

  “No more cell phone.”

  “What if I have to make an emergency call?”

  He nodded at a phone sitting on a night table by the bed. “Feel free to use that for any emergency.”

  “Thanks a lot.” She pouted. Peeping up at him through her lashes, she asked, “Will you do it?”

  He frowned. “What?”

  “Do you promise to sign the contract Miles emailed you for promotional services?”

  “Yes. I promise.”

  “Fine.”

  She lay down on her side across the wide bed, running her hand along the satin sheets.

  “You may begin.” She waved a hand at him.

  He grinned, his smile wide and seductive. “Sloan, you’re a worthy opponent. But you’re not going to win this round. I won’t have you dictating how or when I should work.” His face grew serious. “Lay on your belly, across the bed.”

  This was it! He was going to spank her.

  She ground her pelvis against the mattress then slid her throbbing pussy across the silken sheets.

  “Don’t move,” he commanded.

  He ran a hand down her back to the swell just above her bottom cheeks.

  “Beautiful,” he murmured.

  Then he started to draw. She craned her neck to see what he was doing.

  He pulled the pad away. “Lie down. And stay that way.”

  She turned away and slid down on her belly again. Then she rolled her eyes.

  “And don’t roll your eyes.”

  “Why, the man is telepathic.”

  “Be quiet. I’m concentrating.”

  She heard the scrape of pencil against paper, wishing she could se
e what he was doing.

  “Are you going to let me see that?”

  “In time.”

  She sighed.

  “You must understand that this will take quite some time. I thought you said you were a nude artist’s model in college.”

  She frowned. “I said that?” She didn’t remember telling him. Then again, maybe she had.

  He scraped the tip of the pencil across the paper.

  “Well, I was.” She sighed. “I mean, a nude artist’s model.”

  “Then you should also know that I need you to be absolutely still.”

  He stopped sketching to stroke the backs of her thighs with his fingers.

  Then he went back to drawing again.

  She wiggled her bottom. He didn’t say a word.

  Damn, she wanted a spanking.

  “Can I take a pee break?”

  “Already?”

  “All that coffee…” She gave him her best innocent look.

  “Go.” He waved her away. She sprinted off the bed and made her way to the bathroom.

  She closed the door part of the way. Then she sat down on the edge of the bathtub and stroked her swollen pussy. She did it slowly, panting so that she wouldn’t come right away.

  A few minutes went by.

  Dallen’s tall form stood in the doorway.

  “What are you doing?” He frowned.

  She lifted her chin. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

  He folded his arms across his wide chest. “Didn’t I tell you that you could only come by my hand?”

  “So?”

  Her cunt was soaked. Just the sight of him scowling down at her was enough to fill her with lust.

  Dallen shook his head. “Your attitude sucks. I’m going to punish you.”

  Yes! There is a God, she thought happily. He’d spank her the same way he did before and then they’d make love.

  “Come here.”

  She had to stop herself from leaping to her feet.

  “Why? What are you going to do?” She cast her eyes downward.

  She loved playing this game with him.

  He reached for her hand and tugged. She followed him down the hall, allowing him to lead her back to the bedroom.

  He sat down on the bed, his long, lean legs in full view.

  So was his cock.

  It stood at attention.

  She felt a sense of pride knowing he was just as turned on by this as she.

  “You’re going to get a spanking you won’t forget.”