by Livia Grant
“Do it, cop!” she shouted, still breathing too hard to make it sound as bad ass as she’d wanted it to, but it was loud enough to echo in the room when Landon thrust hard and then held deep.
“You need to watch your mouth,” he said, low and rumbling as his grip on her hips went painfully tight.
Grinding back against him, she held onto the pleasure of having him fill her so completely, and when she listened to his stifled groan, she knew she’d made her choice. “Did I fucking stutter, cop?”
To make her point, she tried to move onto her knees again, but he quickly spanked her ass, squeezing the globe in a harsh grip as he yanked his cock free and pressed the plug in deeper. Then Landon tugged on it, pulling it part of the way out, and she hissed through her teeth as the widest point of the plug stretched her hole again, but it didn’t hurt as bad this time.
I can do this.
I want to do this.
“See? I knew it was a hollow threat, cop,” she poured all the sass she could summon from orgasm-dazed ‘criminal’ McKenna into the words, and Landon responded by pushing the plug in again, hard, before pulling it out completely.
“Fuck,” he growled under his breath, and she heard the plug clatter onto the tray just before the lube clicked again. This time the cold was almost soothing on the sore ring of muscle but fear still crept in under the warm blur of her post-orgasmic haze. She wouldn’t let it stop her this time though.
“You going to fuck my ass, Officer Bartlett?” Shifting her hips from side to side, she knew she was baiting him, but this was her chance. Maybe her only chance. She’d never wanted it as much as she did in that moment.
“You’re a very bad girl, McKenna.” The words were harsh, rough, but when she felt his dick press against her ass, he didn’t slam inside her. Instead, one of his hands moved to her back, holding her down, and the other slipped over her hip to seek out her clit.
She was still too sensitive when his fingers found the little bundle of nerves, but when she jerked back, she only moved herself onto his dick, the pressure building as his thick head tried to stretch her open.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she whined through gritted teeth. The rhythmic circles over her clit were too much at first, but after a moment pleasure crept back in, her hips rocking in time with his movements. Then there was a burn, a fiery ache, followed by a deeper, panic-inducing stretch as he pushed forward until the tip of his cock finally popped past the ring of muscle. Some blend between a gasp and a whine preceded her hushed, “Oh God.”
“That’s it. Now, breathe, because you’re going to take every fucking inch like the naughty girl you are,” he growled, voice low and rumbling as he slowly moved forward. He was fucking her ass. He was inside her, and although it ached and burned and felt very, very strange, she’d never felt so utterly owned by anyone.
It was beyond intimate, beyond comprehension as she drowned in endless sensation, too many things warring together in her head as Landon moved deeper at a mercilessly slow pace. Inch by fucking inch so that she couldn’t escape the way he filled her, even with the pleasant distraction of him rubbing her clit.
“You’re mine now, McKenna. Every hole is mine,” he said, voice dark and intense when his hips finally pressed against her ass. She felt her body twitching around him, squeezing and then relaxing when the burning ache became too much, but it wasn’t pain. Not really. Not like a bite, or a lash from the belt… it was different.
And so much different than the attempt had been with Shaun.
“Say it,” he commanded, swatting her ass. “Who do you belong to?”
“I’m yours. Every hole is yours.”
“Fuck, McKenna…” Landon groaned, sliding back a little before burying himself deep again, still moving so slow. “You feel so fucking perfect.”
“More, please,” she whispered, not sure if she really wanted it or not, but she’d come this far, and she wanted to know what it could feel like. She needed to know if she could take it. “Harder? Please?”
“Don’t say that.” It was a low warning, a threat as he thrust in a little faster than before, his fingers stalling over her clit as he groaned. She could feel his shaft twitching inside her, fuller than she’d ever been in her life, but this wasn’t getting fucked up the ass. He was still toying with her, being gentle, and she was grateful… but it annoyed her too.
“Come on, cop. Show me how you take what’s yours.”
“McKenna…” He caught her hair in his fist, craning her neck back while simultaneously pulling her onto his dick, pushing a little deeper, stretching her just a little more. “I mean it. Do not push me right now.”
“Or what?” she pressed, and he tightened his grip on her hair. “You’ll actually fuck me?”
“Do you want it to hurt?” he growled, pulling his hips away just enough to drive in a little harder. It was different, a quick shock of friction blended with the burn of the stretch, but it wasn’t bad.
Catching her breath, McKenna knew she was possibly being incredibly stupid, but if this was her only chance with Landon Bartlett, then she wanted the full experience. “I want to feel you. All of you. I want to know what it feels like for you to own and use every part of me.”
“You want me to use you? Make you mine?” he repeated, leaning over her as he changed his grip from her hair to the chest harness.
“Yes, sir. Please.”
“How the fuck did I get this lucky?” Landon muttered under his breath, stroking her waist gently for a moment. “Remember, you asked for this, and you better rub that little clit, McKenna, because I’m not going to be gentle. You’re going to feel me for days.” Grinding against her ass, he tugged on the rope and wrapped his other hand over her hip. “Feel free to scream for me, sweetheart.”
She nodded against the metal surface of the table, moving her hands between her thighs to find her clit, but she’d barely touched herself when Landon pulled back and thrust hard. All she could do was gasp, clenching her eyes tight as she tried to figure out if it was more pleasure or pain, the burn and the sheer vulnerability winding her up. Her touch fumbled over her clit when he did it again, but a second later he found a rhythm and picked up the pace.
I can handle this. I can take it.
I want to take it.
“Fuck!” she shouted against the table as Landon delivered a particularly rough thrust, the constant ache building on itself, burning and making her back muscles twitch.
“That’s right, you asked for this. You wanted me to treat you like a bad girl, to claim this sweet ass for myself,” he growled, forcing his cock in deep again even though she was squeezing unconsciously to try and stop the invasion. It only made it harder to handle, but she refused to give up. Somewhere in the ache that accompanied every slam of his hips was an incredible fullness, an awareness of how impossibly hot his cock felt inside her, and a feeling of doing something that felt so wrong, so dirty, so naughty.
“I am,” she panted. “I’m a bad girl. Make me take it.” Whining as she fought the ache with every whirl of fingers on her clit, her entire body rocked with the force of his thrusts. Tears stung her eyes, but she’d never felt anything like it before. Inside the blur of pain and confusing pleasure, something was building, making her clit pound with need, and McKenna found herself pushing back into Landon’s thrusts.
“Take it. That’s it, just like that,” he purred, their skin slapping together loud enough to echo in the small room, and all she could do was whimper.
She was either going to start screaming or crying in another moment, she could feel the tension rising until it would be impossible to hold back. Because it hurt, but it hurt in that borderline blissful way that had her holding out, clenching her teeth against the urge to beg him to stop, because she wanted to see what was just on the other side of it. Just another moment, she could handle another thrust, just one more where the searing burn spread as his cock filled her to the absolute limit.
Then something shifted and the blazing h
eat engulfed her, burning its way through her veins, setting her nerves on fire, and she was pretty sure she screamed for him. Riding that razor-sharp edge of pleasure and pain until he shouted and buried himself inside her, cock twitching as he came, and there wasn’t enough air in the room for either of them.
Everything was a heady blur, a buzzy, confusing mess of chaotic signals firing in her mind as she tried to figure out what kind of strange orgasm she’d just experienced. It had been bliss and torture wound so closely together that they couldn’t be separated… but she’d liked it?
Had she really?
Panting hard, McKenna stared at the blank wall across from her, one hand still between her legs, while the other maintained a white-knuckle grip on the table. Everything was buzzing, tingling, and she found herself smiling as Landon leaned his head against her back, mumbling something that sounded a lot like “Jesus Christ, McKenna.”
“Not Jesus,” she mumbled back. “But thanks for the compliment.”
Landon
He wasn’t able to think yet, but he knew she’d just made a joke. There just weren’t enough neurons functioning in his brain to respond. It wasn’t until her ass squeezed around him again, and she whimpered softly, that he realized he’d probably hurt her toward the end.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Pushing up from the table, he held onto her hip with his free hand and eased back slowly, listening to the slow hiss of air between her teeth as he withdrew his cock.
McKenna had felt too good, fucking impossibly perfect, and he’d been holding onto his self-control by a thread when she’d told him she wanted more, that she wanted it harder. Then she’d lost her mind and taunted him, but even after that he hadn’t planned to fuck her as hard as he did.
You shouldn’t have fucked her ass at all. It was on her goddamn limits list.
“Stay still,” he commanded, although he sounded as tired as he felt.
“Yes, sir,” she murmured. Grabbing the pack of hygiene wipes, he took his time carefully cleaning her up before patting her hip to let her know she could move. Then he quickly wiped himself down and pulled his boxer-briefs back into place.
“Talk to me.” Tossing everything back into the bag, he leaned on the edge of the table, a slow-building panic rising inside him. “McKenna?”
“That was…” her voice trailed off and he fought the urge to finish it with what he was thinking. Words like stupid, foolish, over-the-fucking-line, and then she said, “Wow.”
“Wow?” he repeated, chuckling a little as she turned toward the side he was standing on.
“Yeah. I… I don’t even have words.”
“Good or bad?” he asked, still nervous as fuck that he’d screwed up everything by giving in, but then McKenna reached over to grab his hand.
“Very good.” That smile on her face was still beautiful and bright, even dimmed by exhaustion. The feeling was plucking at him too, but he wanted them out of the medical room and somewhere softer and more comfortable to countdown the last ten or so minutes they had.
Only ten more minutes? No, no, no.
“I’m glad you think so.” Grabbing the safety scissors, he cut through the rope in random places until he was able to pull the shredded chest harness free. Tucking the small bag on his arm, he reached for her. “Alright, beautiful. Time to wind down.”
“It’s over?” she asked, and he didn’t miss the way her brows pulled together in concern, the corners of her mouth frowning slightly as he scooped her up into his arms.
“Almost, but I still own you for a little while longer, and I’m using every moment of it.” Nuzzling the side of her head, he took a deep breath of the unique scent of her, trying to memorize it. They’d collected quite the audience in the hall, but it was handy when someone opened the door for him.
People were congratulating them, complimenting their scene, but for once he didn’t really want the recognition for a scene he’d created. It should have been just them for her first real time, and he just wanted to get McKenna alone. Landon was tempted to see if one of the cool-down rooms were available, but he settled for a couch far away from the action happening toward the middle of the play area.
Tucking her in his lap, he set the bag on the floor beside them and wrapped his arms around McKenna, holding her close so she could rest on his chest. “Talk to me. How do you feel?”
“Sore, but in the best way,” she answered, fighting a yawn with the last two words.
Landon chuckled, shaking his head a little before he leaned back on the couch to look at her. “You’re incredible, you know that, right?”
“Do you believe me now?”
Catching her chin, Landon applied enough pressure to get her attention, waiting for those blue eyes to focus on him. “Please tell me you did not tell me to fuck your ass in some insane attempt to convince me you hadn’t drank before you got here.”
“No, idiot,” she chuckled, grabbing his hand to pull it from her face. Squeezing it, she leaned in to press a light kiss to his lips. “That was a separate question, and my very tired attempt at a joke. For the record, I asked you to fuck my ass because I wanted to do it with someone who clearly cares about their sub’s experience… and you do. You did. So, I chose right.”
“Did you just call me an idiot?”
“Maybe,” she retorted, that sleepy grin making him smile back despite his best efforts. “But I was also complimenting your ass fucking ability, so… does that make it okay?”
“Not at all.” Leaning over, he nuzzled into her hair to speak directly against her ear. “I still have so many things I want to do to you.”
“Does that mean you want to play with me again?” she whispered, and when he sat up, he could see the excitement in her gaze.
“It means I’ve still got another day in town, and a pretty decent hotel room, if you’re interested. Because I’ve got a few more things I’d like to try out.” It was a risk, a gamble, but luck had been on his side all night, and he held out hope even when she looked down at their hands and took a breath.
“Like what kind of things?”
“Well…” Landon grinned, stroking a hand over the marks the ropes had left behind on her skin. “When I asked you how you wanted to get fucked, you couldn’t decide. So, it seems like I still owe you the opportunity to get pinned down and taken face to face. That way you can make an educated decision on which one you prefer.”
“Yeah?” McKenna wiggled in his lap, and he loved how she reacted to him.
“Yeah, to start with anyway.” He captured her lips in a kiss, surprised that he really didn’t want to walk away from her yet. In fact, he hated the idea of heading back to San Francisco without her, but with the season over he’d get more free time now, and if she’d let him… he’d definitely want to spend a lot more time with her.
“I think I can do that,” she whispered against his mouth, and he grinned, liking the way she wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him into another kiss.
Landon had always told himself he’d never think with his dick, that he wouldn’t fall for a pretty face, but McKenna Bell wasn’t just anyone. She was brave and strong and beautiful, and exactly the kind of girl that he’d like to make a few more bad decisions with.
But he had a feeling he wouldn’t regret a single one.
THE END
About the Author
Jennifer Bene is a USA Today bestselling author of dangerously sexy and deviously dark romance. From BDSM, to Suspense, Dark Romance, and Thrillers—she writes it all. Always delivering a twisty, spine-tingling journey with the promise of a happily-ever-after.
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