“Food?”
“My mom’s apple pie. She makes it with caramel.”
“Nice. I now have a sudden need to cover your entire body in caramel and lick you clean. Your biggest disappointment?”
“Not being with you before this minute.”
“Jesus, baby.”
Mike knew that after he tasted her there would never be anyone else again, as long as he lived, who would satisfy him sexually. Would Dani be interested in entertaining the possibility of something more? He hoped so, but for now, all that mattered was for the two of them to come together, to fulfill the deep physical and emotional need they both clearly shared.
“Mike,” she whispered. “W-what are you going to do?”
“Everything I want. Now open yourself to me,” Mike commanded in a hoarse voice. “I want to see how beautiful your sweet smelling pussy is.”
Without hesitation Dani released her grip on his arms and reached between her legs. Mike’s eyes centered on the smooth, shaven lips inches from his face, as Dani used her slender fingers to spread her folds. A husky moan came from above him, and her body shuddered against the wall.
“Wider, baby.”
As she did, Mike leaned forward and slid the flat of his tongue along her opening to the tip of her clit. Closing his lips around the pink nub, he suckled lightly before slipping his tongue up inside her. Farther he probed, savoring the unique flavor of her. Despite the painful throb between his legs needing to be buried deep inside Dani’s body, Mike could die a happy man at having just tasted her.
Dani’s hips began to wiggle, and she tried to move even closer to his feasting mouth. With a gentle nip to her inner right thigh, Dani’s movement froze. He hadn’t bit her enough to cause her intense pain, but she would bear his mark.
“Be still, my slave. I’m far from having my fill of you,” Mike growled against her mound. With another flick of his tongue against her clit, Dani cried out. “And don’t even think about coming without my permission, baby.”
“But, Mike,” she sobbed. “I’m so close now.”
“Well, I’m not done, so you’re going to have to hold it.”
Ignoring her protests, Mike went back to devouring Dani’s pussy. Her scent and taste clouded his rational thought. He couldn’t get enough of her. The sounds of her ragged breath as she fought to control the climb to release made his balls tighten under his shaft.
Beneath his hands, her body trembled, her skin dampening at an alarming rate, and Dani gasped out incoherent words.
“M—M—Mi…” he heard, and knew he’d better allow her a brief reprieve.
“Thirty seconds, baby,” he told her, after pulling away. “That’s how long you have to get yourself under control.”
The fiery look in her eyes had Mike near shooting his load all over the wall in front of him. The need to be brought to release made her dark brown orbs sparkle. The desire not to let him down flickered bright. As the seconds ticked by Dani struggled to draw breath. Deeply she would inhale, and shudder on exhale.
Mike lifted his head and lowered her body enough to drag his tongue across one peaked nipple before the other. The twin berries strained, growing a deeper shade of pink as they beckoned another wet caress. Closing his lips around the tip of her right breast, Mike drew the tight peak into his mouth. Rolling his tongue over the bud, his teeth nipped the puckered flesh, bringing a sharp cry from the depths of Dani’s chest. When her fingers fisted in his hair, holding his head in place, Mike ceased his torture.
“Keep your pussy open for me, slave girl,” he ordered, and tightened his grip on her waist. “I want to savor the scent of you while I enjoy your beautiful tits.”
Dani unthreaded her fingers from Mike’s curls and again reached between her legs.
“Good girl,” he praised, and drew her left nipple into his mouth and suckled the peak hard.
When her breath grew ragged, he pulled away from her breast as he held her gaze. She was so close to climax he could smell her arousal growing muskier.
“You still cannot come without my permission,” he reminded her before nipping at the flesh around her right breast.
“Mike—”
“Master,” he corrected.
“Master,” she repeated in a raspy voice, without hesitating. “Master, please. I need to come.”
The sound of her husky voice calling him ‘Master’ was nearly enough to push Mike over the edge.
“I don’t think so,” he said, and dipped his head between her thighs again. “You’ve teased me for weeks, baby. I’m taking a few more minutes.”
For several moments Mike’s tongue continued to lap and his lips pluck at her swollen clit. Her sensual moans of pleasure fed his need. He pushed her sexual desire higher, ignoring her mewling protests, until she fell silent, and her body quivered uncontrollably against the wall where he still held her.
Mike glanced up. Dani’s top teeth were sunk into her lower lip, and her eyes were squeezed shut. Perspiration trickled down her heated flesh in rivulets.
“Dani?” Mike questioned in a whisper.
“I d-didn’t,” she stammered and gasped for air. “I…didn’t, Mike—Master,” she quickly corrected herself. “I s-swear.”
Mike knew he’d pushed her pretty hard, and it thrilled him that she had fought off her orgasm to please him.
“I know, baby,” he said in an assuring tone. “Are you all right?”
She gave a slight nod and moaned as a tremor moved through her.
“Good girl, Dani,” Mike praised in a soft voice. “Hold it for me. I promise your reward will be worth the wait.”
“I’m on fire, Mike,” she said in a strangled cry.
Heavy perspiration covered Dani’s flesh. Her brunette waves a sexy, tousled mess, with strands clinging to her cheeks and neck. Through half-closed eyelids she met his gaze. She caught her breath, and Mike knew it was in reaction to the hunger she’d seen in his eyes.
“I know you are, my honey.” He chuckled low. “That’s the idea. Now you know what you do to me.”
A seductive grin curled Dani’s lips. “Really?” she asked, hesitant curiosity heavy in her voice.
Mike nodded. Though Dani was light as a feather, his arms were feeling the tension of holding her in the position against the wall for the past twenty minutes.
“I set your body on fire?”
“Yeah, you do. Come on, slide your legs down, baby,” he told her. When she did, Mike lowered her until her feet settled on the floor. “Under your touch, I lose all conscious thought,” he admitted, and continued to hold her around the waist until the circulation returned to her feet and toes.
Mike’s cock pressed against Dani’s belly as he held her. Once again her fingers dug into his forearms as she sought balance.
“Are you ready to continue, slave?”
“If you stop now I’ll kill you,” she replied.
Mike bent down to scoop Dani up in his arms. She buried her face into the crook of his neck, nuzzling, kissing, and nipping his throat. He carried her across the playroom and through the door to his bedroom.
In the middle of his bed he laid her and reached for the nightstand. From the drawer he gathered the box of condoms he’d purchased earlier in the day and a tube of lubricant.
“Let me,” she offered after watching him fumble with the box.
His anxiousness to be inside her was affecting his fine motor skills. He prayed he’d be able to exercise some finesse.
She pulled a ream of rubbers from the box, and ripped one off at the perforation. Mike noticed Dani’s hands were shaking just as his were. For a moment he questioned if she was nervous from anticipation and excitement, as he was, or was she worried because of his size that he’d hurt her. His query was extinguished when she ripped open the foil packet with her teeth, with a savagery to rival a lioness eating her prey.
Mike pushed his hips forward as she reached to roll the rubber onto his dick, her touch gentle and sure. When her teeth bit
into her lower lip Mike’s balls threatened to burst. Popping the cap on the lube, he squeezed a glob into his hand and stroked his length. When he reached to smear some on Dani’s pussy she chuckled.
“I’m already pretty wet,” she told him.
“Baby, I’m not bragging, but my cock is a hell of a lot bigger than that dildo you were toying with. I want in you so fucking bad, I’m afraid I might hurt you. I don’t want to do that.” He proceeded to ensure Dani was prepared to take every fat inch of him.
After wiping his hand on a towel he’d left on the foot of the bed for just this instance, he settled himself between Dani’s splayed thighs. His large body completely covered her smaller one. He feared he’d squish her if he wasn’t careful.
“Please, Mike,” she pleaded. “We’ve waited long enough.”
Mike grabbed his cock in his hand and pushed his hips forward until the head of it slipped inside her slick entrance. Despite the generousness of the clear jelly, he met resistance. Several times he pulled back at the thought of causing her pain. His gut ached at the thought. He didn’t want to hurt her, just love her.
Sweat popped out of his pores as he restrained himself. The need to thrust deep was great, but her comfort more important. If it took him all night to enter her tight sheath, then so be it. Her hips thrust upward, pulling him in a bit at a time.
“Mike, please,” she repeated.
He gained another inch before her body stiffened. Her muscles pulsed and clenched around him, fighting against his advances. He glanced down and grimaced. Hell, he’d only managed to slide half his prick inside her. This just might kill him. Down the length of his back her delicate fingers gently caressed, until she came to his ass. After cupping the cheeks, she dug her nails into his flesh. Instinct made him thrust forward to ease the splinters of pain she created.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he growled when he realized her motivation.
“You won’t hurt me, damn it. Now give me what I want.”
This time when she dug into his ass she thrust her hips up, her body swallowing the last few inches of his cock. The seam of her buttocks cradled his sac as he pressed against her. Her cunt fought his intrusion, yet she held him tight. Mike doubted he could pull away if his life depended on it.
Mike watched as a multitude of expressions crossed her face. Perspiration peppered her upper lip and forehead. Beneath him her body trembled. When her lower lip began to quiver Mike was yanked back to reality.
“You’re in pain,” he ground out.
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she smiled. “Only in the most fabulous way,” she purred.
A moment passed while he absorbed her words. He had to have caused her intense discomfort. He’d just shoved his giant dick inside her tight, unyielding pussy, and she was smiling at him?
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He’d wanted their first time to be a loving and tender experience, despite his raging hormones. The BDSM stuff was for fun, and when she’d gotten her fill of “punishing” him, it would be him who showed her just how gentle he could be.
He wished he could turn back the clock, if only for a few minutes.
“What did I say about you stopping, Master?” Dani’s fingertips began dancing along the flesh of his back.
Mike searched her face for something, anything, to hint that she wasn’t just saying what he wanted to hear, that she didn’t truly want him to pull out. All he saw was desire and need in her eyes. Her smile widened, and she wiggled her hips as much as she could with his weight pressed onto her.
“As you wish, my Mistress,” he said, and then captured her mouth with his.
Beneath him her body lay pinned, yet her tongue fought his to dominate their oral embrace. Between her legs he stroked a demanding, confident rhythm. Within moments her pussy tightened around him, pulling, insistent. She was close, but seemed unwilling to take the leap alone. Dani wrapped her legs around his back, hooking her ankles as best she could. Against his chest her hands pressed as if providing her leverage as he pushed her across the bed with every thrust of his hips.
“Now. Please,” she begged and ordered at the same time.
“Yes, my baby, now.”
Chapter 5
“Hey, Mike,” Dani called from his kitchenette the following morning. “We’re out of juice, milk, wine, even beer. Cleaned you right out of all liquids.”
In more ways than one, he mused.
“I’ll run downstairs and grab a couple bottles of water,” he announced, joining her and scooping her up in his arms.
Dani squealed, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You’re such a brute,” she teased, nuzzling his throat.
He sauntered across the suite, and when he crossed the threshold of the bedroom, he tossed her onto the middle of his bed.
“Wee,” Dani cheered as her body sailed through the air.
“I’ll be five minutes, babe,” he said, his eyes taking in every curvaceous inch of her. God, he was in love. “You’d better be sprawled across my bed, naked, when I get back.”
“Or what?” A sassy smirk curled her lips as she got up on her hands and knees.
“I’ll paddle your ass,” he replied.
“Ooo, doesn’t that sound like fun.”
Mike bent over and dropped a kiss on her full lips. “Be right back.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
Pulling the door to his suite closed, Mike found himself grinning ear to ear. He’d never been so happy in his life. He’d met his sexual match in Dani, and now he needed to convince her there could be more to a life with him than earth-shattering sex. Every day for the rest of his life he wanted to wake up next to her. Holding her snug against his chest is how he wanted to fall asleep each and every night.
As Mike neared the landing, thumping on the back staff entrance door gained his attention.
“Who the hell is that so early in the damn morning?” He glanced at the clock beside the door and grinned. It was eleven-thirty. “Guess it’s not so early after all.”
The knocking became louder, more insistent. No one who should be knocking would be in for another couple of hours.
“Okay, okay, I’m coming. Christ,” Mike called out. “What the hell is your problem?” he growled when he swung the heavy steel door open.
Standing before him wearing a finely tailored suit stood the state’s senator. Mike recognized him immediately: he was always in the news. Four bodyguards accompanied him, two standing on each side. Mike was pretty sure the slight bulges under their jackets were an indication they were packing heat.
“It’s about fucking time,” the man snapped, pushing his way past Mike.
“Can I help you with something?” Mike asked, and followed him up the hall toward the bar.
“Where is she?” the senator asked.
“Where’s who?” Mike countered.
“My daughter. I know she’s here.”
Mike’s mind raced. “Sir?”
“Megan Washington, you imbecile. Where is she?”
Mike breathed a sigh of relief, thankful Dani’s father hadn’t come knocking.
* * * *
Tense minutes passed as the senator berated Mike, and the club as a whole, while the men accompanying him remained silent. It was evident the situation was getting out of hand, and considering the odds of five to one weren’t in Mike’s favor he decided to call in reinforcements.
Inside the bar area, Mike picked up the phone and dialed Troy’s cellphone.
“Hey, Mike.”
“Really sorry to bother you, Troy.”
“No, no, it’s all right,” Troy said. “What’s up?”
“We’ve got a situation.” Mike ran his fingers through his hair. “Listen pal, as much as I hate to interrupt your morning, I think you’d better come down here.”
“Who’s doing all the yelling?”
“Megan’s old man. Buddy, I’ve got a very unhappy senator on my hands.”
“Are you serious?”
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nbsp; “Oh, yeah. He’s refusing to leave, and threatening to take this place down brick by brick until he gets his hands on his daughter.”
“I’m on my way. Give me a few minutes.”
True to his word, a few minutes later the door to the private suites opened and Troy and Ransom, along with Megan, strolled in. Though security was Mike’s position, Troy was the club manager, and calm negotiations were his field of expertise.
“Senator, I’m going to have to ask you to lower your voice, please,” Troy said.
“If you think for one minute that you’re going to tell me what to do, young man, you’re out of your fucking mind. And you…” The senator pointed at Megan. “How dare you sully my reputation in this manner? You selfish, spoiled brat.”
“What exactly is it that our Megan has done to ‘sully your reputation,’ sir?” Troy asked.
Mike always admired how calm Troy could remain in any situation.
“What the hell were you thinking coming into a place like this? The reporter who shot this photo,” he yelled as he held a newspaper over his head, “said he sat out front for hours, and you didn’t come out. Do you know how many reporters are parked out front of this shit hole right now?”
“And?” Troy asked.
“And it sure as shit looks like she spent the night! Look at you! Did you spend all fucking night lying on your back with your God damned legs in the air?”
“That’ll be enough of that,” Troy snarled. “You will not speak to Megan that way.”
Senator Washington gave Troy a look of utter disdain. “For Crissakes girl, what the hell did you do here all night?”
“That isn’t any of your business, Senator,” Ransom said calmly.
The senator turned his angry gaze on his daughter. A moment later, his face turned bright red. “You let these two fuck you, didn’t you? Do you have any idea how this is going to affect me once this gets out? You’re no better than a slut. You’re just a common whore.”
“Dad,” Megan gasped.
“Why you son of a bitch,” Ransom exploded. Megan placed a hand on his chest, stopping him from advancing on her father.
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