Stark Pleasure; the Space Magnate's Mistress (The LodeStar Series)

by Cade, Cathryn

  “Good. Lights, dim.” The room darkened around them, until he was only a darker shape in the shadows around them. “I want you only to feel, Kiri. Feel me, feel my touch.”

  He stroked her again, slicking more of her wetness up over her clitoris. His touch quickened, deepened, sure and swift. She clung to him, breathing his breath, bowing into his touch as he stroked her up the cliff of need and tugged her over the top.

  “Logan … Logan.” She arched in his hands, her pussy spasming with delicious pleasure that spread outward, through her body. With a shudder, she sank against him.

  “Mmm,” he approved. “Again, I think.”

  She opened her mouth to protest. She was relaxed, hazy with release. And in her previous encounters, one orgasm had seemed a fortunate thing. But he kissed her, and his tongue licking into her mouth, and two large, insistent fingers thrusting up inside her pussy was so lovely she surrendered, just for a little while longer, to the pleasure of being explored by a man who clearly knew his way around a woman’s body.

  “You’re very tight,” he murmured against her mouth. “I like that.”

  She opened her mouth to reply, but gasped instead when he hooked his fingers, pressing hard against a magical pad of nerves still throbbing from her orgasm. Need spiraled again and when he stroked his thumb over her clitoris, she moaned his name.

  “Logan … oh, that feels—that’s so …”

  He nipped at her lower lip, wet from his kisses. “Can you take your bra off for me? I’d enjoy suckling you while I make you come again.”

  She would have done anything he asked in that moment. Fumbling with the soft fastening between her breasts, she pulled her bra open and shrugged her shoulder out of it, letting it fall behind her.

  “Mmm.” He moved down in the bed and she felt his hot breath on her bare breast. “Put your nipple in my mouth, little cat.”

  Incredibly, she blushed, heat scalding under her skin in the darkness. She cupped her hand around the back of his head and pulled him to her breast, arching her back to offer herself for his mouth.

  He laughed, low in his throat. “Your pussy is squeezing my fingers like a hot little vise.” He moved his head, brushing his lips back and forth over her pebbled nipple. “Nice and long, I like that.”

  Then he licked her nipple into his mouth and began to stroke her again, inside and out. He enjoyed her other breast as well, using his teeth carefully on her distended nipple and then pulling on it strongly, a soft, wet tugging that sent pleasure streaking through her in dark pulses, in time with his fingers. And Kiri found that she could, after all, respond a second time, longer than the first.

  “Say my name,” he commanded, his voice a velvet leash in the darkness, binding her to him.

  “Logan,” she cried, riding his hand into delicious oblivion. Then she simply whimpered as she came apart in his hands.

  When she had finished, he pulled her close against him, her thigh across his hip. Kiri lay in his arms, panting. Her skin was damp and hot as if she’d been running, her muscles lax. She stroked her face against his throat, breathing him in and slid her hand over his shoulder, stroking the hard curve of muscle and down over the bulge of his biceps.

  She shifted and felt another bulge, a hard rod that twitched against her mons, straining beneath his thin sleep pants. Kiri’s eyes flew open as she realized that he had pleasured her twice and himself not at all.

  She opened her mouth and nipped the tender skin where the strong column of his neck flowed into his shoulder.

  He grunted. The lights gleamed on and she found herself flipped onto her back, her wrists cuffed over her head on the pillow in his ungentle grip, gazing up into the eyes of a dangerous man. “I told you what I’d do if you used your teeth or claws on me again.”

  Breathless with daring, Kiri showed him her teeth. “Why don’t you have me, instead?”

  His brows shot together. “Because I don’t take advantage of women who are traumatized.”

  “What do you call what you just did?”

  He smiled slowly. “I call that making you very relaxed.”

  She licked her lips, suddenly dry from her swift breaths. He had her completely in his power, and at this moment, there was nowhere she would rather be. “Then let me make you very relaxed, Logan Stark.”

  His eyes fired again, molten heat replacing the anger. He moved, settling into the cradle of her open thighs with a lithe twist of his powerful body. She moved to accommodate him, helpless to hide her response as she felt his cock lying on her belly, long and turgid even through his thin pants.

  “Are you sure?” He moved again, driving himself against her. “Because I don’t need to be repaid for anything.”

  “Is that why women usually let you fuck them? To repay you for … things?”

  “No, Kiri, it’s not. But I don’t suppose you’ll believe me until I prove it to you, will you?

  Instead of waiting for her answer, he kissed her, still holding her wrists imprisoned. His weight pressed her down in the soft bed, his powerful grip held her helpless and yet it anchored her, protected her. Completely unlike her usual independence, but for now, strangely right. Somehow, by demanding her compliance, he’d removed the shame of wanting to do whatever he told her. She was safe in his skilled hands. She loved the abrasion of his hairy chest on her breasts, the hard press of his hipbones into her inner thighs, his mouth devouring hers.

  He lifted up just enough that there was air between them and leaned on the elbow of the arm he held her hands with, reaching down with the other hand to shove his pants down. His cock slapped against her bare belly like a hot, silken brand.

  Kiri shivered with the intensity of her excitement, and he watched her closely as he took himself in hand, the back of his hand brushing her mons as he stroked his shaft, up and down. He looked into her eyes as he stroked the broad, hot head into her swollen labia, and then pressed, thrusting into her.

  She closed her eyes, suddenly shy, and his grip tightened on her wrists. “Don’t look away from me. I want to see those Tyger eyes while I fuck you.”

  He kissed her, a swift, hard kiss. “Kiri.”

  “Yes, Logan.” She gazed into his eyes as he thrust again, deeper. It burned a little.

  Watching her closely, he pulled out a little and thrust again, his way easier this time as her arousal slicked his shaft. “Am I hurting you? You’re very tight.”

  She shook her head stubbornly and he kissed her again. “Little warrior. Here, this will help.”

  Letting go of her wrists, he moved up over her. Kiri tipped her head back to watch as he reached into a cubby in the headboard of the big bed. He came back with a small vial of clear, golden liquid. Sitting back on his haunches between her thighs, he squirted some into his palm and then stroked it over his cock with slow strokes, as if it was very pleasurable.

  She watched raptly. He was beautiful, his cock springing up from his groin, long and thick and suffused with blood, the broad head dark. Sheathed in liquid, his shaft glistened under his stroking hand.

  He watched her watching him, his face taut with purpose and pleasure. “What is that?” she asked.

  “Gesics, with enhancers,” he answered. “Safe organics. You’ll like it.”

  He poured more of the ointment into his palm and tipped his hand down to let the warm liquid flow over her mons and down over her pussy. Then he stroked his wet fingers into her folds, watching as he did so. A warm tingle spread from his fingers, delicious and a little frightening.

  He looked up, watching her face as he thrust his fingers deep inside her. “It will feel even better with my cock inside you.”

  She dug her fingers into the bed, wanting to hide from his knowing gaze and yet thrilling to it. “Then what are you waiting for?”

  He withdrew his hand and knelt over her, wiping his fingers on his hard thigh. “Perhaps for you to ask me nicely to fuck you.”

  The independent side of her wanted to slide regally off the bed and walk awa
y, tease him as he was teasing her. But the ointment was working its magic on her pussy, making it throb and ache emptily. Or perhaps that was just the sight of his cock, waiting arrogantly for her to surrender and take him into her body. Perhaps it was all of him.

  She’d never wanted anyone more. She bent her knees back, opening herself to him. “Fuck me, Logan Stark.”

  He came down over her, his eyes blazing into hers. “Oh, I will, Kiri te Nawa. Until you give me what I want.”

  Then he thrust into her, again and again, until he was seated deep inside her, the head of his cock lodged against the back of her pussy. Filling her to the brim, to her limits, with virile, rampant male. He lifted up just enough to look down between their bodies and grunted with satisfaction. “Ah, that’s so good, little cat. Now, give me your hands.”

  It was only when he kissed her again that she realized she’d lifted her arms over her head for him. His hand grasped her wrists, manacling them tenderly as he began to move inside her. She moaned into his mouth at the overload of sensation in her pussy and he moved faster, thrusting into her with long, hard strokes. He was too big, too much, too everything. She fought him and he slowed, but kept moving. He didn’t let her go, either.

  “Shh,” he murmured against her lips. “I’ll stop if you need me to, little cat. You know that, yes?”

  Looking into his eyes, she nodded. He kept moving, slowly, holding himself back. Kiri moaned again, this time in pleasure. She moved her hips up to meet his, urging him onward.

  “What do you want?” he asked roughly.

  “You. Faster,” she urged him. “Harder.”

  He groaned with pleasure and complied, driving into her with increasing force. The slap of flesh, the succulent sounds of their joining filled the quiet room, and his cock filled her until she could hold back no longer and screamed his name, her pussy convulsing in pleasure around him.

  He came with a silent shudder that stiffened his long, powerful body over her, heat flooding her. He relaxed slowly and lay in her arms, a heavy, solid weight of hot, damp male. His breath soughed against her temple, his heart thundering against hers.

  His grip on her arms relaxed, and his thumb caressed the soft skin of her inner wrists. Then he lifted up, slowly pulling out of her. Ravished and exhausted, Kiri lay there, feeling wet heat trickle out of her pussy and not caring.

  He looked her over, a slow, hot sweep, before lying down beside her. “If you don’t mind, I won’t have you wash. I enjoy knowing my cum is in you,” he murmured.

  Kiri was too shocked to answer. Was there no facet of sensual activity this man wouldn’t discuss?

  He smiled, stroked his hand down over her, breast to hip, and let her go.

  The lights dimmed once again, and she lay beside him in the darkness, listening to his breathing. What had she done? And what had she allowed him to do? He’d done more than have her, he’d possessed her. She should have been in control of her own body and her responses, not him.

  She squirmed, heat burning down her face, her throat and chest, remembering the way he’d held her wrists and the way she’d let him. Oh, God, she’d allowed him to subdue her like a—a sexual captive, not an equal. She’d never let a guy hold her down like that, it was … unnerving.

  If only it hadn’t been so good, so intense. He’d drawn response after response from her, of a power she hadn’t though herself capable.

  “Go to sleep,” he murmured, his deep voice lazy with satisfaction and amusement. “You can think it through tomorrow.”

  “My thoughts are my own.” She turned on her side, away from him. At least what was inside her head was off-limits.

  “Hissing again so soon, little cat? Well, I suppose I didn’t bring you here for conversation, did I?”

  Kiri pulled the soft covers up around her ears, and scowled into the darkness. Even her rebuffs amused him.

  Chapter 6

  Kiri woke with a start. She curled up, her hands and one knee under her, ready to spring. Where was she? In a strange bed, a strange room, filled with the soft light of glow lamps.

  Logan Stark stood in the doorway of the room. She relaxed with a huff of breath, her heart pounding.

  “Good morning,” he said. “All right?”

  Kiri’s gaze slid over him. He wore a snug singlet and pants, both of the same thin, clinging fabric, in his signature dark gray. His broad shoulders and his arms, long and powerful, were bare and gleaming with a film of perspiration. His hard face was flushed, his eyes bright, short hair clinging to his well-shaped head. He looked younger without his armor of business suit.

  “What are you doing?” No, of course she wasn’t all right. Memories were crashing over her in harsh, discordant waves. The loss of her money, the dreamlike trip in his cruiser and the dinner, then the fire, which meant the loss of everything else except her coffee stand.

  She remembered her first, wild hope that it had all been just a nightmare and rolled her eyes at her own naïveté. Her nightmares attacked awake and asleep.

  “Physical training,” he answered, watching her. “On my way to shower-dry. You needn’t get up yet.”

  “Of course I do,” she said. “I’ve things I need to take care of.”

  “What things?”

  She grimaced, scrubbing her hand fretfully across her eyes. “Oh, just a new place to live, some clothing, and my credit back. Nothing much.” She moved and then froze as the covers slipped soft and silky against her skin. She was naked.

  She lowered her hand, staring at him over her fingertips. He smiled slowly at her and the heat of memory swept over her face and body. And to top it all off, she’d not only slept with this man, she was in his home. He was a stranger, if an incredibly sexy, virile one, but she’d let him do everything he wanted to her. Even restrain her hands.

  “Where are my things?” She needed her own armor.

  He regarded her calmly. “Kiri. Stop worrying. What happens between us is no cause for shame.”

  His admonition was too close for comfort, but she certainly wasn’t discussing that with him. “Of course I’m worried,” she said. “I’m the woman who just lost her credit and place to live, remember?”

  He walked over to the bed, standing over her like a ruler surveying a concubine. And despite her turmoil, something in her traitorous body responded.

  “And I’m the man who’s going to take care of you. Get up when you’re ready. Your lavatory is through there, and there are a few things in the walk-in closet. I’m sure you’ll find something to fit you.”

  She cast a lightning glance around the luxurious room, understanding locking on like a tractor beam that yanked her up and slammed her into the wall of reality—Stark reality. He’d brought her to his pleasure pad. He did this kind of thing on a regular basis. She was just one of many women.

  She dragged the soft coverlet with her as she thrust her feet over the edge of the bed and stood. “Where are my things?”

  His face didn’t change, but she knew with a visceral certainty that he was amused.

  “They should be hanging in the closet,” he said. “Enjoy your shower-dry.”

  Turning, he strolled toward the door, which stood partly open, revealing a quiet hallway. Kiri sighed. “Wait.”

  Stopping the doorway, he turned to look back at her over his broad shoulder.

  “Thank you,” she said. “You’ve been … really kind. I appreciate that.”

  Well, at least she’d managed to surprise him, although the flash of expression was gone as quickly as it appeared. He didn’t give much away. He inclined his head in acknowledgement.

  “You’re welcome. Thank you for the very fine fucking. Come and eat when you’ve dressed.”

  She frowned at him. “So maybe you were nice to me,” she said. “Doesn’t mean we’re doing any of—of this again.”

  “Duly noted.” His eyes gleamed. “Although I believe I still owe you a spanking.”

  He was laughing at her. She growled under her breath at his
presumption that she would ever allow him to spank her. But heat arrowed straight down through her—she could imagine that circumstance all too vividly.

  He turned away. She let her gaze slide down over his long, tapering back to lean hips and a tight, stellar ass, his thin drawstring pants draping over legs taut with muscle as he walked away. The recessed door slid shut behind him.

  When he was gone, she blew out a long breath, forcing herself to relax. So she’d had a hot tryst with a quadrillionaire—it was over now. He was dominating and as irritating as a—a stone in her coffee beans. And she was the one who’d said yes to everything he’d asked.

  Strong women admitted their own foibles and learned from them. So what she had to do was to stay at least an arm’s length away from him. No more touching, he was too good at it.

  And far enough away she couldn’t look into his eyes. They were like some kind of tractor beam, pulling her in.

  Also crucial to stay out of range of that deep, compelling voice of his. She had an uneasy feeling that she would do a lot to keep that warmth in his deep voice. Not good.

  She groaned quietly. So far the man could seduce her with a look, a word or a touch. Clearly, she needed to stay completely out of his orbit.

  Desperate for a distraction from her weakness, Kiri looked around, this time slowly, taking in every detail of her surroundings. It was like a luxury hotel at the pinnacle of the one of the city’s skyscrapers that she’d seen on the holovids.

  The bedroom was the size of her entire apartment, all in softest of yellow, like a shaft of pale sunlight penetrating the heavy clouds of New Seattle. The walls were smooth, the fitments cerametal of gray so pale it was nearly white, as was the plush carpet under her feet.

  She padded across the room, trailing her blanket. She nearly tossed it on the bed, but eyed the door uneasily, not willing to trust it wouldn’t open again to divulge one of his employees. He probably had staff here. She froze. Oh God, they might have heard her cries last night—she’d been pretty noisy.

  Okay, not thinking about that.

  The closet opened at a touch of her fingers, wide doors sliding open with a whisper. Wow. More than a closet, it was an entire small room, stocked with everything a woman could desire—at least for the boudoir.