Pleasure Bound (Hard to Get 2)

by Anne Rainey

  He dipped his finger in a little more. “Are you in pain?”

  “N-no.”

  “Another finger, sweeting,” Jonas explained as he let his middle finger join the fun. He stretched and prepared her for the more intense invasion of his cock. Her breath hitched and he stilled. “Deanna?”

  “Deeper, please.”

  “Ah, hell, kitten. You’re killing me.” He’d been prepared for her to tell him to stop, and instead she’d urged him on. Jonas wiggled his fingers, and they slid a little deeper. She moaned, and Jonas desperately wanted to feel that tight, hot fist around his dick. She tried to move her hips, as if to push him farther in, but he held her secure with a hand against her lower belly. “No, Deanna,” he said in a firm voice. “You need to be ready or I could hurt you.”

  Deanna lifted her head and Jonas witnessed the fire in her expressive brown gaze. He pulled his fingers free, and Deanna pleaded with him, begging him to fill her again. This time he squeezed three fingers inside and buried them clear to the knuckles. He pumped in and out, and Deanna thrust against him, fucking his fingers.

  “Now,” he growled as he brought his fingers out.

  “Yes.”

  He grabbed the bottle and squirted the sweet liquid onto his cock in preparation of the tight fist of Deanna’s ass. As Jonas moved to his knees between her thighs and wrapped a hand around his heavy length, Deanna bit her lip and watched with a mix of eager passion and tense fear.

  Jonas rubbed the bulbous head over her sweet little pucker. “No pain, Deanna.”

  She gasped as Jonas pressed inside. He was barely over the rim and already his cock felt strangled. “You’re tight,” he uttered. “Like a hot, little glove holding my cock captive.”

  Jonas stretched out on top of her, bracing his arms on either side of her head, and showered her with kisses. Her bound arms came around his neck, and her legs lifted and wrapped around his hips as she submitted to him. Jonas felt her inner muscles relax, and he took full advantage, thrusting inward all the way, filling her completely.

  15

  Deanna couldn’t take her eyes off Jonas. His feral expression turned her on. Up to this moment, he’d been gentle and sweet in his loving. Now it was as if he’d opened the cage and let his inner beast free. She liked him like this, she realized, rough and a little aggressive.

  “Your big brown eyes are devouring me, kitten.” His right hand made a slow journey down her rib cage to her mound, and there he stayed. As his fingers danced over her clitoris, Deanna’s pussy flooded with liquid need, and pleasure spiked anew. “Do you like it, Deanna? Do you like my dick in your ass?”

  “Yes,” she blurted out, giving him the unvarnished truth. “It hurts a little, but it feels good too.”

  “Yeah, you’re so damn snug,” he ground out as he continued to torment her clit. “If I move too fast, I’ll come.”

  He slid in and out, slow and gentle, his thick length stroking nerve endings she’d never known existed. With each erotic glide, Jonas appeared to turn a little wilder, a little more out of control. His fingers flicked and toyed with her pussy, and Deanna’s body climbed higher and higher. Her legs clamped around Jonas’s hips, holding him close, as if he’d disappear if she let go.

  “You’ll think of this, Deanna,” he whispered against her ear. “Of my cock taking your tight little asshole.” He pulled out nearly all the way, then slammed forward, burying his cock inside the snug entrance. Deanna cried out at the forbidden pleasure of it.

  “You’re going to need it again and again, and I’m going to give it to you,” he vowed.

  Deanna couldn’t concentrate, could barely breathe. Jonas fucked her harder, faster, all the while pumping her clit with his finger and thumb.

  “Deanna.” Her name was a rumble of sound against her cheek, and the heat of his breath seemed to fan the flames of her desire.

  Jonas wrapped a fist in her hair and forced her to look at him. “This ass belongs to me. Your pussy, your mouth, they’re for me to touch and taste and love.”

  Deanna made a desperate attempt to deny his claim, to let him know what she thought of his declaration of ownership, but when he pulled out of her and thrust in hard and deep, the words died in her throat. His fingers played with her little nub as if she were an instrument and he the skilled musician. A caress, a pinch, and she knew the frightening truth. Only Jonas could make her so utterly weak; only he had the power to make her burn this hot. He worked her body as if he’d been doing it for years.

  “Jonas,” she whimpered.

  “You want to come, kitty?”

  “Yes!” Deanna shouted as she gripped the back of his head.

  “Then tell me this ass is mine. Say it,” he softly urged.

  He may as well have been asking her to jump off a building without a safety net below. To give him so much power over her sent a bolt of fear through Deanna. “Don’t ask that of me, Jonas.”

  He shocked her to the core when he pulled his dick free, leaving her staring up at him. Suddenly he had her on her stomach with her arms stretched out above her head and her bottom raised in the air from the pillow he’d placed beneath her earlier. Jonas leaned down and murmured, “We belong together, Deanna.”

  She tried to sit up, but his palm on her back held her prisoner. “Easy,” he soothed. “Is it so terrible to belong to me, kitten?”

  “It’s not as simple as that, Jonas.”

  “Yes, it is,” he snarled. His palm coasted down her back, then over her buttocks. He squeezed and shaped, and Deanna squirmed as fire licked up her spine. She needed him to fill her, to take them both to that place only he seemed capable of seeking out.

  “We fit, Deanna. All you have to do is be a good girl and admit it.”

  “No.” She was tempting the beast and she knew it, but Deanna couldn’t seem to stop herself.

  A sudden gust of air swept over her seconds before Jonas’s palm connected with her ass. She stiffened. “You spanked me!”

  “Bad girls get spankings, Deanna,” he said by way of explanation. “Now tell me what I want to hear.”

  She tried to break free, but the rope around her wrists made it impossible. When he swatted her again, this time the other cheek, Deanna’s flesh started to sting. Three more swats and Deanna wasn’t sure she wanted him to stop at all. Her skin tingled and her pussy dripped with her juices. Jonas petted her. “Fuck, your ass is turning pink. Say the words, Deanna, before I shoot my cum all over that pretty flesh.”

  Deanna heard the ache in Jonas’s voice and instantly surrendered. “We fit.” She said it so quiet, but she knew he heard.

  Jonas leaned down and kissed her buttocks before stretching his body out on top of her. He used his knee to push her legs apart, and when the head of his cock touched her tight pucker, Deanna moaned, needing him to chase away the cold emptiness. Jonas pushed inside, one slow, torturous inch at a time, until finally he filled her completely.

  He caressed her neck with his lips. “So stubborn.”

  “Just make love to me, Jonas.”

  “My pleasure,” he murmured as he began to pump in and out of her. His fingers found her clit again, only this time he didn’t stop his sweet torment until she’d reached that dizzying summit. Her body tightened as waves of pleasure threw her into another dimension. She screamed his name and succumbed to the orgasm splintering her mind.

  The instant she came, Jonas went wild, driving and grinding his cock deep. With his arms surrounding her, keeping her beneath him, he gave his passion freedom.

  Deanna flexed her ass, and her muscles clamped down on Jonas’s cock.

  “Jesus,” he said in a strangled voice. Three more hard thrusts and he erupted. Hot spurts of cum filled her ass.

  When he collapsed on top of her, both of them exhausted and sweating, Deanna sighed, utterly content with Jonas’s big, hard body wrapped around her, his cock still seated deep. She didn’t want the moment to end.

  “I spanked you.”

  Deanna l
aughed. “I noticed.”

  Jonas lifted up and pulled out of her. Instantly, Deanna missed the deep connection. He turned her over and took her chin in his palm, forcing her to look at him. “Did you like it?”

  “Maybe.”

  Jonas’s ornery grin had her heart skipping a beat. “Uh-uh. I swatted your cute, little ass and you nearly came. Tell the truth.”

  “Fine, I liked it. But not the reason behind it.”

  He cocked his head to the side. “Forcing you to admit we belong together, you mean?”

  “Yes. You manipulated me.”

  He dragged his knuckles down her cheek. “I told you I don’t play fair.”

  Deanna rolled her eyes. “Is that supposed to be an apology? Because it sucks.”

  “I’ll apologize for being an arrogant, overprotective, uncivilized ass. But I won’t apologize for wanting to call you mine. Never.”

  “You forced it out of me. That’s the part that frustrates me. Not the actual belonging part.” She wiggled her fingers and asked, “Will you untie me, please?”

  Jonas leaned down and kissed her. His mouth crushed hers, claiming her all over again. He broke away and went to work on the knot. When it came free, Deanna brought her arms down in front of her and rubbed her wrists.

  “Let me see,” he demanded. When she held them out and Jonas saw the red welts on her skin from where the rope had rubbed back and forth, he cursed. “Shit. I should’ve used something softer. I’m so sorry, kitten.” He began a gentle massage on both of them at once and Deanna laughed. “What’s so funny?”

  “I’m pretty sure my butt hurts more.”

  He wagged his eyebrows. “I’ll massage that too.”

  “I think I’d rather grab a quick shower so we can get some dinner. I’m hungry.”

  Jonas stood and helped her to her feet. He glanced at the clock next to the bed. “It’s late, but there should still be at least a pizza place open. If you want, I can check and see. Maybe get a large delivered?”

  As they walked together to the bathroom, Deanna surreptitiously looked him over. He was still semihard. Geez, his cock was larger than any other guy she’d known, and he wasn’t even fully aroused! As Jonas flipped on the light, she thought about the well-stocked refrigerator downstairs. “Your neighbor went to a lot of trouble to make sure we had something to eat. Seems a shame to let it go to waste.”

  He nodded as he turned on the shower. “Good point.”

  “I saw lunch meat and cheese in your fridge. Sandwiches?”

  He took her hand and kissed a mark on her wrist before helping her into the shower. “Works for me.”

  They both went silent, as if unwilling to ruin the moment. Jonas went about washing her, and as every curve and valley ended up thoroughly soaped and rinsed, Deanna felt like a goddess. He paid special attention to her bottom, and by the time they were through, the water was barely warm.

  She wondered what it was going to be like tomorrow, when their time in Miami came to an end. How would she ever manage to shower or eat or sleep without him? It scared her to think that she was falling for him. Or maybe she’d always been halfway in love with Jonas. The trip had just helped her cross the last few hundred feet to the finish line.

  Jonas couldn’t seem to stop staring long enough to eat his sandwich, and it wasn’t because he wasn’t hungry. He was starving, in fact. Watching Deanna devour her own ham and Swiss took top priority, though. Not that he had a fetish about women and food. It was just that Deanna happened to be naked. And he sure as shit had a fetish about a naked Deanna.

  “I’ve never known a woman so completely at ease with her body,” he revealed, a little baffled by her lack of modesty.

  She finished off the last of her sandwich before replying, “Does it bother you?”

  “Hell no. If I had my way, you wouldn’t own a stitch of clothing.”

  She dusted off her breasts where a few crumbs had landed, and Jonas had to reach beneath the table to readjust things.

  “You haven’t eaten more than a few bites, Jonas. I thought you were hungry.”

  “Famished,” he admitted.

  “Then eat,” she instructed as she dabbed at her lips with a napkin.

  Jonas pushed his plate away and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m a little distracted at the moment.”

  She stood and took her plate to the sink. “That’s a shame, because that lunch meat is really good.”

  Jonas’s gaze followed her every move. With her ass facing him, he could see how red her cheeks were from his spanking. Ah, Christ, there went his dick again. When she leaned forward, he assumed to rinse her plate, he had a sneaking suspicion he was being played.

  “Deanna.”

  “Yes?”

  “Turn around,” he demanded.

  Deanna put the plate in the drainer and slowly swiveled around. Her laughing brown eyes and upturned lips greeted him. “Is there a problem?”

  “You’re purposely tormenting me,” he concluded. “I just don’t know why.”

  She walked across the room and placed both hands on his chair, then leaned in close. “That ice was cold, darling.”

  Jonas plucked her off her feet and sat her on his lap so that she was straddling him. “Your hot body melted it quicker than a microwave, kitten.”

  She smacked his chest and glared daggers at him. “I still think I should get to tie you up and torture you for a while. It’s only fair.”

  Jonas wrapped an arm around her, more because he couldn’t seem to keep from touching her than anything else. “Later you can have your fun. For now I want you to tell me something.”

  She pulled the plate closer and pointed to it in a silent gesture for him to eat. “What do you want to know?”

  Jonas let his hand drift south until he was cupping her ass. “I want to know about you.”

  Her breathing sped up. “Uh, just random things or do you have something specific in mind?”

  “Start with random stuff. Pet peeves?”

  “Okay, let me think.” She was quiet a moment. When he picked up his sandwich and bit off a mouthful, she began. “I hate when I go to the store and find carts all over the parking lot. It’s lazy not to put them in the cart corral.”

  He swallowed. “I agree. Drives me crazy. Next?”

  “It’s annoying when people talk really loud on their cell phones in public.” She rolled her eyes. “I don’t want to know about so-and-so’s new hairstyle.”

  “Definitely annoying.” Jonas ate another bite and waited for her to tick off another peeve.

  “It bugs me when I see a mother yell at her child. I know discipline is important, but screaming like you’ve lost all the sense God gave you is abuse, plain and simple.”

  “Pisses me off. So far we have a lot in common.” He ate the last bite of his sandwich before asking, “What about favorite things?”

  “Hmm.” She paused. “Daisies are my favorite flower. You already know my favorite color. My favorite author is Robert Louis Stevenson. Oh, and my favorite scent is the smell of my mom’s oatmeal raisin cookies, fresh from the oven.”

  “Mmm, those are good.”

  Her brows shot up. “You’ve had them?”

  He nodded. “She’s stopped by the office and dropped off a dozen for Wade and me a few times.”

  “I didn’t know she ever did that.” She brushed at the corner of his mouth with her thumb. “Okay, so what else do you want to know?”

  “Tell me about your relationship with your brother. I’ve always wondered about you and Dean.”

  “The twin thing?”

  Now that he wasn’t hungry, he was able to devote all his concentration on Deanna. Her breasts were all but in his face. Unable to deny the tempting treat, Jonas dipped his head and kissed the tip of one, then the other. “Yeah, the twin thing,” he replied. “You two are so different, especially considering you’re all soft and curvy and sweet and he’s ... not.”

  Deanna’s hands went to his hair, and she
started to sift her fingers through the short strands. It felt good. Good enough he could almost fall asleep—if not for the sexy body on his lap. “Dean can be quite sweet. He’s just more guarded than Wade or me.”

  Curious about Deanna’s quiet, brooding twin, Jonas pushed for details. “Why?”

  Deanna’s fingers continued to massage his scalp as she answered. “He was in love once, and the woman broke his heart. It was tough on Dean.”

  “Ouch, that sucks.”

  “He hasn’t been serious with a woman since. I’m starting to worry he’ll never let himself fall in love again.”

  Jonas reached up and smoothed his hand down the length of Deanna’s hair. It was soft and shiny and lay in natural waves all around her shoulders. He liked it that way. With her face free of makeup, Deanna looked like a sweet, innocent teenager. So, what did that make him? A dirty, rotten scoundrel? Jesus, probably.

  “You and Dean are pretty close, huh?” he asked, picking back up on the conversation and ruthlessly ignoring the idea that maybe she was too good for him.

  “Very. We’ve always known what the other was thinking.”

  Deanna dropped her hands from his head and snuggled up against him, as if content to let him stroke her. “Did you ever have one of those moments when one of you knew something was wrong before anyone else?”

  She nodded. “We were in the seventh grade. He was staying at a friend’s house overnight when he broke his arm falling off a bike. A few minutes before the boy’s mother called, I knew the phone would ring. I knew something was wrong with Dean. I could just feel it.”

  “Damn, I bet that freaked out your mom.”

  “Mom doesn’t get worked up easily. She’s always been able to take things in stride.”

  Jonas could see that about Deanna’s mom. He’d never heard the woman so much as raise her voice, and yet she always seemed to get her way with her three kids. “So, has Dean always coddled you?”

  “Yes. Well, that’s not entirely true. Dean could be somewhat tough on me, especially if he thought it was for my own good. Back in high school, he’d challenge me to arm-wrestling matches and he never let me win.”