Wolfe's Lair

by Alice Raine

  ‘The only thing that would have improved our scene downstairs would have been if you were naked,’ he commented softly. ‘Perhaps we can rectify that now, hmmm?’ My eyebrows rose, but I stood up and began to slowly remove my clothing, making it into a show, just as he liked. I might have looked calm and hopefully seductive, but the whole time I was overwhelmingly aware of just how aroused I was. My heart was pounding, I was damp between my legs, and my skin prickled as a delicious heat spread through my body.

  I took up my standing ready position and waited in expectation as Oliver’s eyes roved over my naked form. I didn’t have to wait long, because after just a few seconds he stood, dramatically swept the contents of his desk top onto the floor, and scooped me up to lay me out on the cool wood before him.

  Wow. That was quite a reaction!

  After briefly assessing my position with a wicked grin, he nudged his way between my spread legs and was on me instantly, acting like a crazed animal as he caressed my body and his lips descended to one nipple where they toyed with the needy peak so deliciously that I thought I was going to come right there and then.

  I fumbled with his shirt, but I was too high on adrenaline to manage the little buttons with my trembling fingers. Suddenly Oliver stood up, growled some indecipherable Spanish phrase, and ripped his shirt open. Buttons went flying everywhere, and as he dragged the cotton from his arms I lay there staring up at this wild version of my man, and loving every second of his primal display.

  His belt and jeans were tugged open with the same desperation, releasing his jutting erection. Then, without bothering to remove his trousers, he was falling back between my legs. I could instantly tell that this wasn’t going to be tender and slow. As if reading my thoughts, Oliver guided the thick head of his cock to my entrance before jerking his hips forwards and thrusting into me in one hard push.

  A garbled cry left my throat as his width stretched me, and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he began to thrust hard and fast. Gripping my thighs around him, I tugged him as close as I possibly could, and groaned again at the feeling of every single inch of him sliding firmly in and out of my channel.

  It was so good that I wanted to scream out, but we were in his office, so instead I silenced my cries by latching my lips onto his neck, and half-kissing, half-sucking to muffle my moans.

  He seemed to really like me chomping on his neck, because he leaned into the contact and his cock thickened inside me. ‘Yes, harder, Robyn. Mark me.’

  Mark him? I was so dizzy from pleasure that I didn’t even hesitate to comply, and my teeth bit down harder as I continued to suck and lick on his neck.

  Oliver groaned and upped the pace of his hips and it was almost too much. My body was already blazing from the sensations of the spanking, and to suddenly have him stimulating not only my clit with the grinding of his pelvic bone, but my G-spot with his cock on every hard thrust, was just overwhelming.

  ‘Oliver … Sir … I’m going to come.’ It was a warning of sorts, but more of a breathy plea, really. I needed to come so badly that it was all I could seem to focus on.

  ‘No! Together. Dios, Robyn, I’m close, wait.’

  Wait? He often said this, but I honestly don’t think he had any idea what he was doing to me when we were together like this. Waiting was nearly impossible. Each slam of his hips was utterly perfect, and my climax was already swirling in the pit of my stomach just waiting to erupt.

  Gritting my teeth, I tried my hardest to comply, focusing my mind on analysing every sensation in my body, rather than letting them overwhelm me, and, miraculously, it seemed to work.

  Unfortunately, it only worked for about ten seconds, then the burning pleasure was back, my core clenching and clit throbbing as a monumental orgasm began to rear up on me. There was no way I could hold it back for much longer.

  ‘Now!’ Oliver roared, jabbing his hips forwards again, causing me to scream my relief. I relaxed my muscles all at once, and finally gave in to the climax that rushed at me and seemed to swallow me whole in a continual stream of clenching muscles, pleasured sobs, and bright lights as Oliver groaned his own release above me.

  My head banged loudly on the desk as I relaxed the muscles in my neck, and my arms fell useless to my sides, hanging limply from the desk as I tried to recover my shattered breathing. I felt totally wrung out, but in the best possible way.

  After several gentler thrusts to work himself down, Oliver collapsed on top of me. He didn’t allow his weight to squash me for too long, and while his breathing was still ragged he carefully slid from within me, placed a brief kiss on my lips, and scooped me up into his arms.

  My body felt tender from the roughness of our coupling, but it was a pleasant reminder of the explosiveness of what had occurred, and a soft smile spread on my lips as I linked my arms around his neck. Trailing my fingers across his exposed skin, I suddenly felt a damp patch, and leaned back before gasping in horror.

  He had a bright red love bite on his neck. I knew I’d bitten and sucked quite hard, but I didn’t think it had been that hard. Oops.

  ‘Oliver, shit … I’m sorry, I’ve left a really red mark on your neck.’

  Somehow, Oliver managed to walk us both across the room towards the mirror on the far wall. How he achieved this, I will never know, because my body felt like jelly, but he did. He tilted his head to examine the red circular mark and grinned. ‘I approve.’

  OK, so he took that a lot better than I expected.

  He lowered himself to the leather couch beside us and arranged my boneless form on top of his, my naked skin warmed by the heat of his body as he continued to pant below me. I giggled at the rough feel of denim below my thighs, a nice reminder of how desperate he’d been to get inside me.

  Oliver murmured several low Spanish words, his lips pressed into the hair on the top of my head and placing kisses there between each gasped word.

  ‘What were you saying?’ I whispered, feeling sleepy and so content with him that I very nearly found myself telling him I was falling in love him. I blinked, glad I hadn’t made the slip, and shocked that my mind had jumped to that conclusion. Love. I knew I’d been falling for him since our week together in Barcelona, but were these overwhelming feelings I had love? Chewing on my lower lip, I decided that, yes, they probably were.

  Before I could contemplate it any further, Oliver placed a kiss on my temple. ‘I was just saying how incredible you are,’ he breathed, pulling me higher in his arms so my head was now resting next to his on the arm of the sofa and our eyes were locked. ‘Are you OK? Was I too rough?’

  ‘No, it was perfect.’ It was too early to tell him I loved him, but I could share some of my feelings, so, taking a bit of a risk, I gave a shy smile and rubbed his bare chest. ‘You’re perfect.’ It wasn’t a declaration of love, but I had to say something to let him know how important he was to me.

  ‘I’m far from perfect, but thank you.’ Oliver blinked twice, his gaze trailing across my face, before he drew in a breath as if about to make some monumental confession. ‘You don’t know how special you are, Robyn.’ He stroked my cheek, brushing some stray hairs back from my eyes. ‘You have rather quickly become the most important thing in my life.’

  Wow. It seemed like we were both in the mood for declarations tonight.

  ‘Maybe I could come back to yours tonight? See where you live? Snuggle?’

  I had thought my suggestion would make him smile and agree, but instead, Oliver seemed to briefly tense below me. ‘Probably best to just wait until tomorrow night, I’ve got a really early start in the morning.’

  Something about his tone felt off, but I couldn’t put my finger on why that might be. Did he really have an early start, or was there some other reason he didn’t want me seeing his house? He did seem to keep avoiding me visiting.

  ‘I don’t mind getting up early. I can get the train home,’ I suggested, still hoping for a night in Oliver’s arms.

  ‘No. I won’t have time to drive you ho
me, and I’m not having you travelling on the Underground before the sun is even up. It’s not safe.’ The thumb at my chin gripped me slightly more firmly. He stared down at me and shook his head. ‘I’ll drop you home tonight, but I promise to stay over at yours tomorrow night.’

  His tone indicated that was the end to the conversation, but something about it still felt slightly strained, so I reluctantly nodded and stayed silent.

  We sat like that for quite some time, with me worrying about his slightly strange mood until a chill of nervous goose bumps ran across my skin. Oliver winked down at me, looking completely relaxed again, and helped me to sit my exhausted body upright. ‘You’re shivering, let’s get you dressed.’

  He collected my scattered clothes for me, and delivered them back to me with a scorching kiss to my lips that soon stopped my shivers. His strange mood had now vanished, and I could only assume that I had somehow been misreading his tone.

  As I was pulling my clothes back on, a thought occurred to me. ‘Oh yeah, is it possible for you to check who paid for my membership, or do I need to speak to David?’

  Oliver had pulled a fresh shirt from his cupboard and was fastening the final button as he nodded to me, then walked over to his desk. The contents of the top were still scattered across the floor where he’d swept them off in his passion, including his other shirt and all the scattered buttons, and he smirked at me as he quickly gathered up the pens, paper and phone, before resetting them in neat order.

  He withdrew a small laptop from the top drawer and flipped the lid open, logging on while I quickly finished dressing.

  ‘OK, let’s take a look,’ Oliver murmured as his fingers flew over the keys at a rapid pace. ‘You do know that if it’s a man who’s sponsored your membership, I’ll have to kill him, hmm?’

  I laughed, but when I glanced at Oliver’s completely serious face the giggle quickly died in my throat. My God, I think he’s actually serious. ‘I … I don’t know any other men at the club,’ I stammered. ‘You’re the only one I’ve ever spoken to.’

  Oliver leaned back in his chair and reached across to snag my wrist, easily pulling me across into his lap again. A startled yelp left my lips at my new position and I found myself under the close scrutiny of Oliver’s dark gaze as his lips hovered just above mine. ‘I should hope so,’ he countered, before placing a hard, possessive kiss on my lips.

  Where had this side to him come from? He was usually so laid back and relaxed. I wouldn’t complain too much, though. Oliver getting possessive over me was actually a rather nice feeling.

  Keeping me snuggled in his arms, Oliver leaned around me and opened up a programme on his laptop. The screen filled with numerous pale blue columns and boxes, none of which made any sense to me, then he scrolled through for a minute or two. After typing my name into a search box, he examined the screen, snickered, flicked the lid of the laptop closed and grinned at me.

  ‘Sasha paid it.’

  What?

  ‘Sasha?’ I repeated, a frown settling on my brows.

  ‘Indeed. A Sasha Mortimer is listed as the owner of the bank account that paid for the subsidy on your membership. I assume that is her?’

  Sasha had paid over four grand for my membership? This didn’t make any sense. ‘It is … but why would she pay it?’

  Oliver eased me from his lap and stood up, shrugging on his jacket as he did so. ‘I have no idea, you’ll have to ask her that. I do hope you yell at her with as much ferocity as you did me, though,’ he added as an afterthought.

  My cheeks flooded with heat, and the urge to apologise again flew upon me. Knowing that Oliver had already brought me up on that twice already this evening, I held my tongue and instead gave him a contrite look.

  ‘Hey, I know, cariño, I know. You’re still learning how this lifestyle works. It’s OK, it’s all forgotten now,’ he murmured softly, acknowledging what he had obviously read in my expression. Taking my hand, he flicked off the office light and led me from the room.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Robyn

  Oliver dropped me home and, after promising to see me at the club the following night, disappeared off to get back to his meeting with David – the one that I had so rudely interrupted earlier.

  Shaking off my residual guilt, I watched him go, then wandered into the flat. I was met by the delicious smell of one of Sasha’s famous Thai creations, and my stomach instantly growled in hunger. Taking my coat off, I smirked – all the action with Oliver had worked up my appetite – and made my way to the kitchen, hoping there might be some food going spare.

  ‘Yum, it smells delicious in here.’

  Sasha was at the cooker, and turned to grin at me. ‘Thanks! It’s chicken Penang curry. Want some?’

  ‘Yes, please.’ It would save me cooking, and besides, this smelled way better than anything I could whip up.

  ‘Chloe said you were mad with Oliver, but she rushed off to wash her hair before telling me why. Everything OK?’

  Suddenly remembering that I was supposed to be in a mood with her, I planted my hands firmly on my hips, raised one eyebrow high, and fixed my best attempt at a glare on my face. It probably wasn’t very convincing, because my anger had subsided now, and was partly distracted by hunger, but I had to at least try.

  It took her several seconds to drag her eyes away from her stirring, but finally, Sasha glanced across at me and flinched. ‘Woah. What’s that look for?’ she asked in alarm.

  ‘You! Sasha! That’s what this look is for!’ I squawked, irritated, but nowhere near as venomous as I had been when I’d yelled at Oliver earlier. ‘You paid for most of my Club Twist membership without telling me, and I blamed Oliver for it and we had a blazing row! That’s what!’ I blurted.

  Wincing, Sasha pulled a face. ‘That’s why you were mad at Oliver? Oops.’ She put down the wooden spoon and gave me her full attention.

  Seeing her contrite expression, I softened my posture and huffed out a breath. ‘It was very generous of you, Sash, but you could have told me. I yelled at him like a complete lunatic.’

  Sasha’s face crumpled into an almost comical grimace as she bit down on her lower lip. ‘Shit, really? What happened?’

  With a sigh, I recounted my yelling match, and explained how I’d jumped to the conclusion that he was the mystery donor of my membership payment.

  ‘And this was right in the middle of the club?’ she squeaked. ‘Was it busy?’

  ‘Busy enough.’ Running a hand through my hair, I frowned, my cheeks heating again as I recalled the way he had calmly sat there and watched me ranting at him. ‘It was so embarrassing. You know how important he is there. I think everyone was just waiting for him to punish me there and then.’

  ‘And did he?’ From the rapt expression on her face, Sasha was well and truly into my tale now.

  ‘Yes.’ Sasha’s eyes flew open at my reply, so I decided to give her the dirt she was obviously desperate for. ‘He spanked me in front of everyone, which I am blaming you for.’

  Sasha clutched at her cheeks in excitement and jigged up and down on the spot. ‘Oh my God! That is so hot!’

  I rolled my eyes at her excitement. Then, feeling reckless, I added some more juicy details that I knew my filth-loving friend would like. ‘Then he took me to his office and fucked me on his desk so hard that I can still feel it now,’ I admitted, shifting my thighs and feeling the pleasant ache deep inside me.

  Sasha’s eyes were practically bulging from her head at this nugget of information. ‘Holy crap on a stick! I want a more detailed description than that,’ she exclaimed, popping a lid on the pan before taking my hand and dragging me to the sofa.

  She sat down and patted the cushion next to her in invitation. Flopping down, I gave her a cautious look, and decided to get my point across before giving in to her demands for naughty details. ‘Before we start, I’m paying you back, Sash. Four frigging grand? Are you nuts? There’s no way I can accept that much.’

  Shaking her head
adamantly, Sasha folded her arms. ‘No way. I have all the inheritance from my parents just sitting in my bank account going mouldy. You know how loaded they were. I’ll never spend it all. I knew you wouldn’t join if you knew the price, but I like it there … and I can’t go on my own, can I? So I signed you up.’

  ‘You didn’t sign me up, though,’ Chloe announced petulantly, as she joined us in the lounge and plonked herself into an armchair. Her hair was tied up in a towel after her shower, and she was struggling to get her feet into some gigantic pink slippers, but she still managed to give Sasha a very effective frown as she did so.

  Sasha raised her eyebrows and flashed me an amused glance before looking back at Chloe. ‘No, sorry, Chloe. I didn’t think you’d want to join. I mean it’s a sex club, and you’re so … so …’ Sasha struggled to describe our Goody Two-Shoes flat mate.

  ‘Dull? Prudish? Boring?’ Chloe provided, her tone high-pitched and mildly irritated.

  ‘Nooooo!’ Sasha countered, but unfortunately using a tone which seemed to scream “yeeessss”.

  Rolling her eyes, Chloe waved a hand dismissively in the air. ‘It’s fine. I know I’m not as brave as you two, but actually, I’ve enjoyed the times we’ve been to Club Twist. It’s been quite … enlightening.’

  ‘Would this have anything to do with the cute ribbon-tying guy you’ve chatted to a few times?’ Sasha speculated with a grin.

  Chloe’s cheeks turned as red as a tomato and she shrugged. ‘Maybe. I haven’t spoken to him recently because he’s always doing a scene when we’re there, but he caught my eye last week and he smiled at me. I might pluck up the courage to buy him a drink if I see him again.’

  My eyebrows popped up in surprise, just as Sasha let out a startled splutter. ‘Wow. Well, fair play. I’ll sign you up too, then. I can do it tomorrow night when we go down.’

  Chloe grinned and leaned forwards in her seat, apparently having none of the issues about cost that I was. ‘Really?’