by Kaliana Cole
Deep and hard, he pistoned into her, hearing her cries lift and reach. “Don’t you dare, baby. You wait for me,” he warned.
“Can’t.” Her pants were breathless and thready as she strived to hold off her orgasm.
“You will.” His voice was steely. “You wait for me, Bailey.”
He lifted his hips, increasing the angle and making her cry out as the selfish stroke pressed him hard against her back wall. The hedonic caress stimulated the sensitive underside of his heavy cock, but it also mashed her clit with every downward thrust. “That’s it, baby. Take the pain with the pleasure. Sweet. Fucking. Agony.” Each word was punctuated with a deep, wet drive.
Her head went back and she screamed, loud and long, as the freight train of delayed orgasm plowed through her. The constrictions gripped his cock and demanded his seed, tearing it from his balls before he gave his body permission for release. Powerful jets erupted. The illicit nature of the exodus heightened the raw ecstasy and total devastation of his orgasm.
Jory felt like he had been turned inside out as his balls strived to expel his very being along with the briny semen that flooded her grasping cunt. He let her leg fall to the wayside. His other arm threatened collapse. His body trembled with the force of his climax, drained of strength as well as seed.
Shaking arms wrapped his neck and tugged him down, letting him know his hold on her had broken as Bailey welcomed his weight. Her breathing was still more gasp than breath, but slim fingers stroked his back and smoothed his hair, the touch tender and nurturing, as if he were the one who would need comforting.
Jory tucked his head in to her neck and closed his eyes before the water welling in them could escape and have to be acknowledged as tears. He had never felt anything but sexual relief and a sense of male satisfaction when he was inside a woman, but Bailey had grabbed his balls in one slender hand, his heart in the other, and shaken the living shit out of him.
Hours spent finding the breaking point of the most talented sub did not compare to five too-short vanilla minutes in Bailey Verne’s loving, eager embrace.
“Jory?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I have had so many fantasies about sleeping with you”—her breath was still a little uneven, her fingers playing with the overly long hair at his nape—“but God almighty. They weren’t this damn good. I have never had anything compare to this.”
Warm satisfaction swelled his chest at her words. He put his hand down automatically as he started to withdraw and froze. His heart slammed harder than the palm he wanted to slap into his forehead.
No fucking condom!
“Um, Bailey? We might have made more than a little love here, baby.”
“Hmm?”
“I didn’t use a condom, Bailey. I never forget. I’m so sorry, baby. I have a completely clean health record, but…” He knew for a fact she wasn’t on the pill. “Are you on birth control, love?”
“No, but it is late in my cycle. It should be safe.” The wench didn’t even sound concerned.
“There’s a reason people don’t use the rhythm method anymore, Bailey. We need to get you the shots or something.”
“Why not condoms?”
“Because after being inside you once, skin to skin, there is no way I’m letting anything come between us.” He kissed her hard before withdrawing and going in search of a cloth. “You need to see Doc. The sooner, the better.”
Bailey rolled over and gave him peaceful eyes. He felt like screaming. He was panicking about giving her more than pleasure, and the wretch just laid there and ogled his ass as he walked out the door.
But for some reason, the thought of a baby Bailey running around didn’t scare him nearly as much as it should. And that flat-out terrified him.
Chapter 3
Bailey woke with a wide smile on her face and a few delicious aches. Oh. My. God. She had finally slept with Jory Raines! How long had she dreamt about that? Long before she had actually realized what it meant.
The long line of Jory’s back beckoned enticingly. She wanted to run her tongue down its lean length. To let her taste buds learn the shape of all those well-defined muscles. Bite that mouthwatering ass concealed by the covers. The body that man had been hiding was unbelievable. Jory might be forty-five now, but there was not a soft spot on his hard and honed, chiseled body.
He wasn’t bulky, but he had size on his side. His shoulders were square. His chest was nice and wide with a long, lean waist. His shoulder-to-hip ratio was damn near two-to-one.
Spec-fucking-tacular.
The slenderness of his hips and long, well-muscled thighs might lead one to assume he would have no ass. But the man had booty. The kind of booty that made you want to bite into it just because it was there. Bailey had been fighting that need since she had watched him walk to the bathroom last night. The urge to give into it now had her literally grinding her teeth.
She turned away from temptation and slipped from the bed. An open assault on a sleeping male body would be frowned upon by the Dom in Jory, and now that she had finally had the privilege of his bed, Bailey wanted to do nothing to jeopardize her position in it.
Slipping on a warm, fuzzy robe, she padded downstairs to shower and surprise him with breakfast. She wasn’t obedient or tractable enough to make a decent sub, but she was hell on wheels in the kitchen. Her mother had told her that the way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. Mark had proven that theory wrong. So had her father. Not that she could really count that—Grace truly couldn’t cook for shit.
But cooking for Jory made her happy. In a world of women’s lib, it probably wasn’t politically correct, but that was how she felt. She was glad he had a cleaner because she absolutely hated dusting and scrubbing, but kitchen and laundry duties she could handle.
She whizzed around the well-equipped kitchen feeling fresh and new after a shower. The coffee was perking, and Bailey’s hands fairly flew, chopping and dicing ingredients for a breakfast omelet. Cream and eggs were whisked and seasoned in a bowl, waiting for footsteps overhead to be poured into the oiled pan. Crisp bacon, mushrooms, shallots, and two types of cheese waited nearby. Everything except for Jory.
After finishing the cup of coffee, Bailey went to wake him. It was pushing half eight and he never slept past seven-thirty.
Jory hadn’t moved but his head since she had left him. He was still face down and naked to the swell of his unbelievably fine ass, but he now faced away from the door. Bailey crept up and sat on the edge of the bed. When he didn’t stir, she did what she had wanted to all morning, but refrained from biting. She kissed one sheet-covered buttock and then skimmed her lips up the length of his spine. When she reached his nape and nibbled gently, the smile creasing his stubble-kissed cheek was easy to see.
“Took you long enough, brat. I’ve been lying here waiting for you to come back since you got up.” Bailey’s heart sped up. He’d been waiting for her? “It’s a bit of a blow to a man’s ego when his lover finds the strength to get up first.”
Her womb clenched deliciously when he said “lover.”
“I didn’t mean to desert you. I just didn’t want to ruffle any of your dominant feathers by mauling your gorgeous body while you were sleeping.” She nipped at his neck. The salt of his skin mingled tantalizingly with her morning coffee.
Jory chuckled sleepily. “There is nothing real dominant about me in the mornings, love. The idea of lying back and getting mauled is right about my pace.”
“So I can…?”
“Maul away to your heart’s content, brat.”
Bailey didn’t need a second invitation. Every inch of his back was mapped by her tongue and worshipful lips. Her robe fell to the floor. A casualty to her desire to feel flesh to flesh and the wanton need to let her sensitive nipples graze his heated skin as her mouth explored him.
Her need grew exponentially. Fluids coated her lower lips, and her breathing became fast and shallow. For over twelve years she had hungered for this man. It
was going to take the rest of her life to satiate that hunger with the glorious bounty laid out before her. Even with his hot flesh under her tongue, it wasn’t enough.
The sheet was ripped away, her mouth watering at the sight of his perfectly formed ass cheeks and the sac pressed against the bed below.
Her teeth were pressed firmly into the resilient flesh before she registered moving. Jory’s hiss brought her back to her senses. She murmured an apology while her tongue begged forgiveness against the teeth-marked skin.
Jory rolled over. Color mottled his high cheekbones. Bailey locked her gaze on his rampant erection and lowered her head. Jory seized her by the waist and pulled her up to straddle his hips before she could taste him. “I don’t think so, brat. There’s a bit too much cannibal in you this morning for that.”
He raised his knees and she leaned back against them. His cock protruded from beneath her. The reddened head was broad and adorned with salty dew. She swayed her hips, enjoying the sensation of her arousal-slicked folds sliding along his thick arch.
“God, you’re wet, love. I haven’t even touched you.” His eyes were heavily lidded, drowsy with erotic heat. His voice was sinfully appreciative, bringing a fresh flush of moisture.
“I can’t help it.” She knew he wasn’t complaining, but she felt the need to defend her body’s reaction. “It’s entirely your fault, you’re just too damn sexy. Men your age should be falling apart at the seams, not looking good enough to eat.”
“Get busy before I overlook the ego boost and take you to task on that ‘your age’ business.” His smile was pure temptation as he flexed his cock, making it jolt enthrallingly beneath her.
Bailey nipped his bottom lip with sharp teeth as she lifted up to slide his hard flesh into her hungry sheath. Her fingers dug into the hard expanse of chest as his thick shaft penetrated her wet flesh. She was waiting for pain, or at least discomfort, after the frenzied storm of last night, but to her pleasure, his raised legs stopped her from taking him deep enough to hurt.
The surprise must have shown on her face. “You don’t get this old without learning a thing or two.” His smile made her tighten around him as he pushed her upright enough to get at her achy, swollen breasts.
“My legs also keep you forward enough to do this.” His hot mouth closed over her right nipple. The shock of the electrifying contact brought a cry to her lips.
His mouth stilled and his eyes were questioning. It dawned on her that he thought he’d hurt her. “Don’t stop.” The hand she buried in his hair demanded his compliance. Heavenly suction drew at the swollen mound while a velvet tongue caressed the ruched peak. Her hips rode the pole of his desire in a torturously slow rhythm. Her senses were too enthralled with the magic of his mouth to demand satisfaction elsewhere.
The vulnerable bud of her left nipple was not forgotten. Cupped in the heat of his palm, the roughened pad of his thumb circled and grazed the still-tender peak. Shards of pleasure pierced her womb from the gentle, synchronized onslaught and made her engorged clitoris beat with a life of its own.
Her hand crept southward, seeking the throbbing bundle of nerves crying for stimulation. Jory stilled as her knuckles brushed his lower stomach. Her nipple popped wetly from his mouth. Hands on her shoulders pressed her back until she rested against his hard thighs.
Bailey watched from beneath hooded lids as she circled her clit with a practiced finger, waiting for him to explode. For all his talk of not feeling dominant in the mornings, she knew she pushed him too far now. She deliberately goaded him, knowing the Dom in him would more than frown upon self-gratification. She licked her palm before bringing it to her left breast and rolling the hard nipple beneath its slick surface.
“Oh fuck. Remind me to spank you later.” His eyes darkened along with his voice, filling with unadulterated lust, and his cock surged unbelievably harder within her. “Much later. That’s it, baby. Ride me. Take what you need.”
Spurred on by his heated demands and hungry eyes, Bailey worked her clit leisurely, in no rush to find her pleasure as Jory enjoyed the show. “You’re in so much trouble, brat.” His voice promised retribution, but he made no move to interfere. His ice-blue gaze felt tangible on her flickering fingers, like lasers burning them with latent heat. “This is definitely worth two spankings.”
“How about we make it three?” Bailey drawled. She lifted her hand, fingers shining wetly, and painted her bottom lip with her cream.
Her tongue had only cleared her teeth when Jory’s hand fisted in her mop of blonde curls and pulled her down. His velvet tongue swept the full length of her lip before he groaned and sucked it into his mouth. His deep growl rumbled along Bailey’s spine and pooled in her loins. It would be so easy for her to come right now. One shimmy of her finger was all it would take, but she wanted Jory right there with her.
“I want to feel your hand heat my ass, Jory. I dream about being over your lap.” She goaded him on, wanting to shake his legendary self-control. “I’d be completely helpless. I only trust you, Jory. You’re the only one I would let spank me.”
“I’m the only man who will ever touch you again, Bailey.” Stark savagery colored his voice as he asserted himself in a brutal kiss that melted Bailey’s spine with its possessive heat.
Her lips curled with satisfaction at the raw promise in his voice.
Jory Raines was hers.
Sitting back, she rode him in earnest. His hands on her hips guided her faster and harder. “Push yourself over, baby. Come for me.” His voice was ragged. His straight white teeth showed in a grimace that was more snarl than smile.
“Not until you do.” Bailey panted, unable to resist defying his edict and provoking him further.
It was damn near a shout that exploded from his throat a split second before he stiffened and the hot wash of his seed flooded her sex. She couldn’t have held off the orgasm that pulled her under if her life had depended on it. Bailey fought to keep her eyes open and her song of completion to soft gasps and gentle sighs. She didn’t want to miss a second of Jory’s pleasure.
He bucked beneath her, caught up in the endless wave of climax that filled her to overflowing. Fingers dug into the giving flesh of her hips, grinding her down upon him. Bailey gloried in every nuance of expression that crossed his face. A pleasure so great it bordered on pain. Her chest swelled as she watched.
She had done this to him.
She had pushed him to the point where his illustrious control had disintegrated.
The pleasure she derived from watching his was well-nigh greater than her own. A heady feminine power—alluring, seductive, and highly addictive.
Light blue eyes stained with silver appeared from behind his sinfully thick ebony lashes. She knew a self-satisfied smile sat on her face, but it couldn’t be suppressed. Jory’s wide mouth curled endearingly into a grin, and he shook his head. “You are a goddamned menace, Bailey.” His voice was labored as he sucked air into his oxygen-depleted body. “Get down here and hold me before my heart pounds clear out of my chest.”
Bailey snuggled down atop him, hands on his broad shoulders and her head under his chin. The thump of his heart was a deep comfort beneath her ear, and his softening cock was a delicious reminder of the pleasure they had shared. She had expected to find nefarious pleasures in Jory’s bed, not this comforting intimacy. She reveled in the closeness, but wondered what it would take to unleash his darker side.
She wanted to experience the dark, driven, and compelling facet of his psyche. Have him take over her body and own it completely. Know the keen edge of that exquisite dual-sided blade of agony and ecstasy. Feel her pleasure burn brighter than ever before.
Her horrific ordeal the last time she had attempted to meet those needs hadn’t dampened them. It had only brought a healthy dose of caution to them. She trusted Jory more than she trusted herself. He was the one to help her discover her own darker side. If only she was able to entice him to do so.
His cock twitched and made her
squirm. The resulting leakage compelled her to rise. “Eww! What a mess.” She smiled down at him. “I’ve already had one shower this morning. Now I need another. Want to shower with me?” She gave him an impish smile, making it more than apparent she knew that she was pushing.
“You have used up your quota of indulgences for today, brat.” He swatted her ass. “Off you get. Go and clean your act up.”
Bailey’s breath caught at the light tap, and her body screamed for more. “Don’t even think about it,” Jory warned, shaking his head in exasperation. He rolled the other way and escaped to the safety of his own room and its adjoining bathroom.
The downstairs bath beckoned and Bailey followed, making sure she left her clothes in the room. She would employ every trick in the book and invent some new ones to win Jory over to her side, and that included wandering past him naked as often as could be reasonably arranged.
* * * *
Arms crossed over his chest, Jory leaned back in the chair and watched Bailey stack the dishwasher. Breakfast had been sublime, and he now sipped on a second cup of coffee as he subjected her to his scrutiny. What was he going to do with her?
He didn’t have a fucking clue.
The man in him said hold her close, love her and never let her go. The Dom argued she was a damaged soul, an inexperienced and volatile accident waiting to happen.
Bailey might profess to like her sex on the rough side, but the brat did not have a naturally submissive bone in that womanly body. Jory didn’t want to live the D/s lifestyle twenty-four-seven, but he had come to terms with his needs years ago. It would kill something inside him to suppress his need to dominate, not to see his partner submit and glory in his domination and the erotic pain he enjoyed administering.
Bailey would spend her time rocking from one punishment to the next, provoking him to lose control just like she had managed both last night and again this morning.