Prisoner of Desire

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by Yvette Hines


  “Beautiful.” Dropping his head, he seized one of her nipples in his mouth, suckling her. When he scraped his teeth along her tip, she exploded.

  Her orgasm went on for a long time as he buried himself fully inside of her, allowing her sex to clutch him and shower his dick in her juices.

  As soon as her climax began to subside, they picked up a faster rhythm. All of the gentleness Steve had shown her moments before were gone. He slammed into her hard and fast and she delighted in every minute of the no-holds-barred pleasure. Her car rocked beneath them and she gripped his forearms as she met his thrusts.

  Moving from one breast to the other, he didn’t stop grinding against her. She could feel the tension in his body as he pressed towards his completion.

  His golden gaze captured hers as he commanded, “Come with me, Mandy.”

  The authority in his voice turned her world upside down as he angled his cock against her sugar spot and pushed her over the edge along with him.

  * * * *

  Assessing the sight before him, Steve couldn’t help but admire Mandy’s form. She was lovely. There was a soft sheen to her light, ginger-snap brown skin as her arms were held above her head with cuffs hooked in the S-swivel in the ceiling of his home gym. Normally his punching bag hung there. Nude and willing, she stood with her feet planted flat in the carpet and spread shoulder width apart as he’d placed them.

  After they’d finished in the garage, they stumbled their way into the house, leaving a clothes trail behind them as they stripped each other between fondling and kisses. When they entered this room, he’d seen the interest she had in the hook, and that turned him on. She allowed him to put her in this position—the only thing that could have made it better was if they were her handcuffs instead of his.

  “Are you going to spank me?” she asked, glancing over a shoulder and staring at him.

  Arching an eyebrow, he asked, “Is that what you want?”

  Her gaze shifted away from his as if trying to hide something from him, yet she responded, “Yes.”

  The words were so light, he almost didn’t catch them. Stepping around her body, he cupped her cheek and looked at her. When he hung her on the hook, exercising with her through swinging his flogger hadn’t been far from his mind. Maybe next time, he wanted to feel her against his palm again. He had to be sure how she felt. “Did you enjoy me spankin’ you before in my office?”

  This time he didn’t miss the constricting of her pupils or the trembling of her body against his hand.

  “Yes, I enjoyed it, Steve.”

  Leaning in, he kissed her, a reward for her honesty and the sweet way she spoke his formal name. As she stood nude before him, a prisoner of his desire, he relished the view of her smooth, bare skin. Instructing her to step backwards, so that her body was angled and her ass was pushed out in the ideal position. Moving behind her, he noted the slight shake to his hands. Outside of the time in his office, this was the first time he’d played in his hometown. The time in his office had been to discipline her for lying to him and arranging a meeting under false pretenses, as well as to get her attention and warn her of what was to come if she continued her pursuit of him. The only time he’d allowed his dark passions to surface in Claremont County. He knew the reason why.

  Regardless of those reasons, he couldn’t resist Mandy. Couldn’t resist this moment with Mandy, however long it lasted.

  Viewing her in such a pose, awaiting his touch, turned him on and caused desire to settle in his loins. His body disregarded the fact it had just been satisfied. The difference between now and his office: this was for pleasure and connection.

  Using his dominant hand, he began. The first strike of his left hand warmed his palm, and he knew it stung her ass. He felt the slight flinch, but just like in his office, she didn’t move. The next one landed and her cheek flexed under his hand.

  As a few more came down in rapid succession, he alternated from one ass cheek to the other and varied the spots. He loved the moans, sharp intake of breath and Mandy’s occasional whimpering, but she never pulled away from him. The red hue and the warmth from her skin called to him; he relished the sight of her burgundy painted toes curling into the carpet. He had to admit to himself how good it was to release his ardor on someone he cared about, instead of the women he met in the club in Atlanta.

  When he stopped, beads of sweat rolled along the side of his face, matching the speed in which a single droplet raced along Mandy’s spine toward her ass.

  “More,” she called out.

  Caressing her sensitive skin, he said, “You’re tremblin’, nightingale.”

  Her scent permeated the air. The smell of ginger, honey, and woman’s musk seduced his senses and beckoned him. He didn’t have to see the wetness shining on her thighs to know she was aroused and in need of satisfaction. She wasn’t the only one. His dick was so hard it almost leaned against his stomach.

  “I need…Steve,” she panted.

  “And that’s who you’re goin’ to get.” Curling his body around her, he squeezed her breast. Flicking and plucking her nipple with one hand, he lowered the other hand to her sex. Her pussy was so saturated with her juices that her hot, supple folds—bare and slick—enveloped his fingers and trapped him in her welcoming heat.

  Those slight touches had her coming in his hand. Her hips bucked against him as she cried out her release. When they were in his office, he had wanted to take her after he’d spanked her. He wasn’t going to miss another opportunity. Her body was ready for him. Grabbing a hold of his shaft, he inclined his hips toward her sex and plunged deep in one thrust. Unlike the first time they were together, he knew she was prepared to take him.

  He wanted to spend hours inside of her, allowing the passion between them to build slowly, but not this time. She had already been in this position long enough and he didn’t want to cause her anymore discomfort than necessary.

  After he climaxed, he stepped back and unfastened her hands, then rubbed her shoulders for a moment before lifting her into his arms.

  “Men normally don’t sweep me off my feet,” she mumbled, grasping his shoulders.

  “I’m goin’ to start a new trend.”

  “It won’t work. I’m too tall to carry.”

  Kissing her forehead, he replied, “You’re long, but light.” She was almost too thin, and if it wasn’t for her breasts and thick ass he’d believe she wasn’t eating enough. However, he knew it was all her physical activities she endured—running, basketball and her job.

  “I think it’s time we take this to the bed, what do you think, nightingale?” He pulled her form snug to his chest.

  She tried to giggle, but he could see the exhaustion in her face. “The bed sounds fabulous.”

  Chuckling, he told her, “I bet it does, sleepy-head.”

  Stifling a yawn, as she laid her head against his shoulder and said, “I’m not sleepy.”

  He smiled. “Sure you’re not.” When they entered his room, he laid her on the bed and rolled her to her stomach. Going into his closet he pulled a mink mitten from a trunk. Returning to the bed, he stroked her from head to toe gingerly. “How about we rest for a little while?”

  Her eyes shut and she moaned a few times before she gave way to soft snores. She was exhausted. He continued to caress her body for a few minutes before he crawled up beside her and pulled a blanket over them both.

  For a while he stared at the beauty of her face, enjoying the sight of her in his bed. She was a beautiful black woman, even though he didn’t think she’d believe him if he told her.

  As he drifted off to sleep his mind began to play all the reasons having Mandy in his bed, and his life, was not a good idea. None of the reasons had to do with her skin color. Tonight had proved to him that his nature and passion were uncontrollable around her. If he was not careful all the secrets he had tried to hide from the people in the county would become evident.

  But, that was only one of his problems.

  * * *
*

  “Evidently, I didn’t do my job last night if you’re already up and dressed before dawn.” Steve cracked open one eye and stared at her sitting on the side of his bed.

  She had been placing kisses on his back to wake him up. She envied his being able to sleep in on a Saturday, especially since it had only been two hours since the third time they’d had sex. A slower tempo than the other two, with darkness surrounding them and whispered words of enjoyment shared.

  Heat flooded her face. “You know that’s not the case.” Clearing her throat, she said, “Duty calls. I need to get home to shower and dress. I’m on early shift.”

  Fisting her hair, he pulled her down to his waiting mouth. It wasn’t just a kiss, but a thorough reminder of what she was missing in his bed.

  “I guess I have to let you go then. So you can serve and protect.” Releasing her, he got up and pulled a pair of sweats from his drawer and put them on.

  Rising from the bed, she followed him to the kitchen toward the garage entrance. She was dressed as she had been the night before, except now her red dress was wrinkled and she felt a little more confident and sexy. Not to mention sore. Her body had been well used last night and she’d cherished the memory of it.

  Standing next to her car, Steve reached out and caressed her lips. “Have a good day, Officer Franklin.” He dropped his hand back to his side.

  There was something in the way he said her title and name. Then again, she wasn’t sure if it was just her nerves and emotions being twisted with the events of last night. Be in the moment, Mandy, don’t analyze things.

  “Thanks. I’ll see you later.”

  He winked at her and moved to the side wall to press the garage button.

  Starting her car, she backed the car down the driveway and into the pre-dawn light. She wasn’t looking forward to a twelve-hour shift, especially with minimal sleep, but her time with Steve was worth each groggy minute of the coming day.

  * * * *

  “How are things going with you and Steve?” Danni bit into her spicy chicken wrap from the deli as they sat in the break room.

  Mandy had told Danni a few days after her engagement party about her and Steve finally getting together. Mandy didn’t confess every detail, but it was nice to have someone to talk to about the situation.

  “We’ve spoken on the phone a few times, but with my shift at work being so crazy, it hasn’t left room for much else. Not to mention my allergies are trying to hybrid into something body crippling.” She laughed, but the pressure in her head was pounding. “I’ve have been downing antibiotics at night before bed.”

  “Poor thing. I understand what you mean about time. I can’t tell you over the last couple weeks how many times I’ve seen Robert for more than a few hours. Especially since he’s working on some big case or something.”

  “A big case in Claremont County?” Mandy nibbled on her sweet potato fries.

  “I know, right? But, Robert has agreed to help out with the trial of that drug running case. Since Liza got caught up in it, he’s made it a personal mission to see the men behind bars.”

  “Definitely.” Sipping her cherry soda, Mandy commented, “Chief Dennison said something about them still going on with the trail even though the lead runner jumped bail.”

  “Yup. The two we caught will begin trial next month because they plea bargained. Atlanta and Florida cops are still searching for the bail jumper. They’ve seized all his funds and his accounts so sooner or later he’ll raise his head.” Danni dug her fork deeper into her side salad, continuing to eat.

  “They’ll catch him.” Mandy said as she finished off the rest of her chicken and spinach panini. “Criminals like that usually don’t last long without trying to get their hands on high volumes of cash.”

  “Sooner or later, we catch them. We always do.”

  “Franklin. Smith.” Chief Dennison entered the room. “I need you two over at Sears, we got two teenage shoplifters. One of them appears high and the security guard is nervous about handling the situation.”

  “We’re on it.” Mandy confirmed.

  She and Danni collected their trash from the table and disposed of it. Break time was over.

  * * * *

  “One second,” Mandy called out as she hopped on one foot towards her front door while struggling into a pair of strappy sandals. She felt good now that her allergies had calmed down. She’d finished out her last antibiotic last night as her doctor had instructed and she was feeling vibrant and refreshed today.

  Breathless she opened the door and smiled when she saw Steve standing on the other side. “Steve.” She loved saying his name.

  “Hello, nightingale.” He crossed the threshold, pushed the door closed behind him, and pulled her into his arms for a kiss.

  His tongue slid into her mouth and she welcomed him as she suckled her lips around him. Ending the kiss, he stepped back. He looked good dressed in his smoke grey suit. They were going to Liza and Brad’s wedding. It was their official first date.

  His golden gaze caressed her body from head to toe and she was glad she’d decided on the strapless silver dress.

  “You look amazin’. I like the curls.”

  Fingering her natural curls, she asked, “Are you sure it doesn’t look too wild for a wedding?” Normally, she would have spent the hours at a salon getting them to straighten it, but she decided not to today, and she was glad.

  “If lookin’ sexy as hell is too wild for a wedding, then I suggest we stay here and make good with our time.” He moved toward her.

  She stepped away. “Oh, no. I’m not missing my friend’s wedding. Besides, Liza would kill us both if we didn’t show up.”

  He agreed. “Are you ready?”

  “Yup. My purse is by the door.” She went to move past him, he took hold of her arm.

  “One thing before we go.” He held a box out for her.

  Looking at the small black box she didn’t think it was a corsage, it was too flat for that. “What is it?”

  “Open it.” There was a slight roughness to his voice that made her tremble hearing it.

  Reaching out, she removed the lid. Inside was a silver chain. At first she thought it was a necklace until she removed it. It was too long for a necklace. As she held it up, she noticed it was long and in the shape of a Y.

  “What is it?” Her brow tightened.

  “A Y-chain.” He set the box to the side and took the chain from her hand.

  She was almost afraid to ask the next question. “What is it for?”

  Holding out the two short ends of the accessory, he said, “These go around your nipples. They make them in clamp form also.”

  Licking her lips nervously, she waited for further explanation. Her mind pondered what the rings would feel like on her breasts.

  “This part is for your clit.”

  As she heard the word, her panties became wet and her nipples tightened simultaneously. “You bought that for after the wedding.” She smiled. “I can’t wait.”

  “Not for after.”

  Her heart was pounding and she felt the grin slip from her mouth. “When?”

  “Undo your dress, Mandy,” he commanded. “Tonight we are goin’ to work on patience and serenity.”

  “Why?” With trembling hands she reached to the side of her breast and unzipped her dress down to the hem. Clutching both sides, she held it open. The strapless dress didn’t allow her to wear a bra.

  “You can practically orgasm on a dime, sweetheart.” Kissing her cheek he said, “Which is beautiful, but you’d get more pleasure if you actually allowed it to build as long as possible.”

  “How?” She always thought that the point of an orgasm was to give in to it.

  “Knowin’ how to breathe and relax is important.” Cupping her breasts, he said, “I never tire of this sight. Your breasts are beautiful.” He stroked his thumbs across her nipples until they pebbled.

  She couldn’t help but press into his hands. She loved his h
ands, they were wide and strong.

  Steve slipped a ring around both of them and pulled until they tightened around her nipples, making her hiss.

  “Two down, one more to go.” Lowering to his knees before her, he worked her black lacy panties down her thighs.

  His breath tickled her sex and she moaned.

  Fingering her pussy, he parted her folds. “You’re definitely excited, but I need your clit more erect.” Leaning in, he licked the small peak and then circled it. “You smell and taste delicious. Smooth as a plum and just as sweet.”

  Her legs were shaking so bad, she didn’t know if they would continue to hold her up.

  Drawing her clit into his mouth, he suckled it. She was whimpering and on the verge of coming when he moved away from her, allowing her erect nub to pop from his mouth. Efficiently, he slipped the clamp onto her.

  It was secure, but not tight. The hold on the clit kept the rings locked around her nipples.

  Readjusting her clothing, he zipped her dress as he stood up.

  “Now we are ready to go.” He licked the shine of her cream from his lips. She noticed his eyes were now more metallic in color than satin sheen gold as they usually appeared. “Do, you trust me?”

  Taking a step toward him, a shiver ran down her spine. Her body was alive, an entity in itself that was controlled by her nipples and clit. “Yes.”

  “Good. In the car, I will teach you breathing techniques.” He pulled open her door and waited for her to exit in front of him.

  Grabbing her purse from the small table by the door she stepped outside. This was going to be a long night.

  Chapter Seven

  “Remember, Mandy, no coming,” he whispered in her ear as they entered the country club that was decorated in Carolina blue and white for the reception. “Which includes going to the bathroom and getting yourself off.”

  Shit. He must have read her mind. “Okay. Okay. Fine.” The night had just started and she was already feeling edgy. The ceremony had been easy to bear because she sat most of the time.

 

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