Wicked

by Sasha White

  Tongues stroked and arousal grew as he reached down and cupped her ass, lifting her against him. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms around his neck, and he stepped forward again, settling her on the kitchen island. He reveled in the feel of her pressed against him, her legs and arms around him as he trailed kisses across her jaw to her neck. He sucked on the soft flesh of her earlobe.

  Her gasp of pleasure set his blood on fire, and he rocked against her core. Her back arched, and her thighs tightened around his waist.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned. “So good, Karl.”

  One quick move and he had her flimsy top over her head and on the floor. One hand splayed across her back, cradling her weight as he licked and nibbled his way across her collarbone. Her spicy, vanilla scent filled his head and he unsnapped her bra. The shiny material fell away and he cupped a breast, the warm, plump flesh filling the palm of his hand perfectly. Opening his mouth, he licked the rigid tip then wrapped his lips around it and suckled gently.

  She tasted so good, he sucked harder, and her cry echoed through the room as she arched into him.

  He pulled away and lavished attention on the other nipple. Using his tongue and teeth, he had her moaning and squirming in his arms within seconds. Kissing his way back up to her mouth, he laid her out on the countertop and slid a hand between their bodies, between her thighs.

  When he encountered the slick PVC barrier, he groaned. “Do you have any idea what this underwear does to me?”

  “I wore it for you,” she said.

  He pulled the elastic and snapped it against her skin. Then he slipped a finger under the elastic and tickled her pussy lips lightly. “You wore it for me, but you ran from me?”

  “I hoped you’d… I knew you’d come after me.” Her hands clutched at his back, her nails digging in as she tugged his shirt from his waistband. “Off. Take this off…please… I need to feel you…against me.”

  He got rid of his shirt and stretched out over top of her. For a minute he just pressed down. Blanketing her with his body, so her breasts fit into the curve of his chest, her legs wrapped around him, and he nuzzled her neck. This was home. This was the perfect fit.

  Lara shifted beneath him, her mewl of distress alerting him to the degree of her need. “Shh, baby.” He brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. “I’m going to take good care of you. I promise.”

  Reaching beneath her skirt, he stepped back and tugged her thong right off. “You’re going to wear these for me again soon, sugar.”

  A quick flick of his wrist undid his jeans and gave his cock some room to breathe as he went down on his knees and positioned Lara’s legs over his shoulders.

  For a moment he just stared; he couldn’t help it. Her pretty pink pussy was slick and shiny with her need and the smell made his head light. He closed his eyes and leaned in, taking one long, slow lick straight up the middle. Her muscles tensed, her legs lifting as she cried out.

  Eager for more of her, he used his thumbs to spread her open, and he went to work. His tongue nudged her rock-hard clit, swirled around it, flicked it, then he sealed his lips over it and sucked until her fingers dug into his skull and her body rocked against him so hard he almost fell over.

  When she calmed, he started again. This time he licked around her entrance, drinking in her flavor, her scent, and the purr of contentment that he could hear so clearly.

  He thrust his tongue in as deep as he could and wiggled it around, enjoying the pliant muscles that clutched at him, trying to take him deeper. He pulled back, replacing his tongue with a finger.

  Lara’s hips began to roll and he matched her rhythm, fucking her with his hand while his mouth went back to the rigid button of her clit. As soon as his tongue flicked out, her hips jerked and her purr became a growl.

  “That’s my girl. Come for me again, baby.”

  He added another finger to her cunt, as he licked, sucked, and nibbled on her clit. Her thighs clenched around his head, pulling him closer and closing out everything but the feel, smell and taste of her. He scraped his teeth over the sensitive button and felt her cunt spasm. He did it again and again, until her insides were sucking at his finger and she was bucking wildly against his mouth.

  When her legs were finally just lying against his shoulders again, Karl shifted back and took a deep breath. God, she was wonderful!

  Standing awkwardly, he toed off his boots and shucked his jeans and underwear. When he was naked, his cock so hard it nudged against his belly for warmth, he reached for the snap on her little tartan skirt. She reached for his cock and he pushed her hand away. If she touched him then, he’d go off like a rocket. She tested his control too much.

  “Lift,” he said. Her hips came up and he tugged the skirt off her and stepped between her thighs again.

  She reached for him again, growling when he slapped her hand away again. “No, Lara.”

  “Why not?” Her hands twitched and she sat up, giving him her best hurt puppy look. He shook his head and grinned at her as she waited breathlessly for his next move.

  * * *

  It was at that point that she finally acknowledged, with her heart and soul, that she truly didn’t care what his next move was, as long as he didn’t walk away. All she wanted was for him to continue to look at her, to touch her, to want her.

  “Because,” he said as he slid his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. “I’m taking you to the bedroom, and I’m going to love you until you can’t walk. I can’t do that if you touch me now.”

  Lara’s heart skipped a beat. He was going to love her until she couldn’t walk!

  Karl lifted and cradled her against him as he left the kitchen.

  She didn’t even bother to look around at his house. It didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was that he held her, and he wasn’t going to let her go. When they got to the bedroom, Karl laid her gently down on the bed and covered her body with his.

  He reached out, and a lamp beside the bed lit the room. “I need to see you,” he said.

  “I want to see you, too.” She cupped his cheek with her hand, the rough stubble of a day’s beard growth tickling the palm. “I can’t believe this is real. That you’re real.”

  “I’m very real, baby. And I’m all yours.” With no other warning, he shifted, and his cock slid home.

  They didn’t speak and didn’t move other than to match the rhythm of their bodies as they undulated and danced as one. Lara stared deep into Karl’s molten-chocolate eyes and saw dreams she never even knew she had coming true. Their breathing matched, picking up speed together as Karl thrust home again and again, filling her up and claiming her at the time.

  His eyes became heavy lidded, and a bead of sweat dripped from his forehead to her lip. Her tongue darted out, and she tasted him, taking anything he had to give her. A groan of pleasure rumbled form his belly, and his head dropped, his gaze still locked with hers as he picked up speed.

  Lara arched up, locking her ankles behind his back, her gasp at the new angle the trigger that finally set him off.

  “Lara,” he called out, trembling in her arms as his cock swelled and throbbed and finally erupted inside her.

  The warmth of his fluid filling her so deeply set off her own orgasm and waves of pleasure rolled over her, stealing the breath from her body.

  When Karl collapsed on top of her, Lara wrapped her arms around him, cupped the back of his head and stroked his hair gently. After a moment, he rolled to the side, but she kept her hold on him so that his head lay on her breast, his breath tickling her nipple as they both fell into an exhausted sleep.

  33

  “You are a definitely a sexual submissive,” Karl said as he held out a banana for her to bite. They were still naked and still in bed, despite the Saturday-morning sunshine trying to intrude on their coziness.

  “It might go even deeper than that,” he continued. “But we won’t know until we explore it further.”

  She tried not to let her insecurity show w
hen she swallowed and asked if it mattered.

  “Does what matter? If your submissiveness goes deeper than sex?”

  “Or if it doesn’t.”

  He reached out and ran a thumb over her bottom lip, his gaze turning liquid when she opened for him and sucked on the tip. “No, sugar, it doesn’t matter to me at all.”

  “But you do think I’m submissive? You need me to be submissive on some level.” She couldn’t believe she was sitting in bed with super sexy Karl Dawson, and being hand-fed breakfast. Okay, so breakfast was a banana and orange slices, but it was still unbelievable.

  “You make it sound like a condition on us being together, when in reality, it’s the reason why we can be together.” He shifted, his expression solemn. “I don’t want you to feel intimidated by the terms, Lara. They’re just words, labels that really don’t have any one meaning. There are as many different levels and types of Dominants and submissives as there are people. What makes someone in this lifestyle special is that they strive to know themselves. To look deep inside and acknowledge what it is they need to be happy and content.”

  “Yet you’re labeling me a sexual submissive. What exactly does this mean, to you? I’ve read a lot on the Internet. Articles, essays, and even blogs, but really, I don’t care what they say. I want to know how you define this.”

  He stared at her. “What?” she asked, smoothing a hand over her lips. “Do I have something on my face?”

  “No. You just amaze me sometimes.” He leaned forward and kissed her. Long, slow, and lazy until her brain started to fuzz over and she tried to crawl into his lap.

  Firm hands gripped her hips and kept her where she was. “Hang on. We’re talking here, and this is important, because I don’t want you running scared again.”

  “Hurry up then,” she said with a lecherous grin. “You can’t expect to sit here naked for long without me wanting to lick you all over and suck on that long, hard, delicious cock of yours.”

  Delight filled her when his cheeks flushed, and he shook a finger in her face. “Talking dirty will not get you what you want, my girl. Am I going to have to tie you up to continue our lessons?”

  A shiver rippled through her, and her nipples peaked.

  Karl laughed. “Oh ho, you want to be tied up!”

  “Whatever.” She shrugged. “It looked like Jan enjoyed it. It could be fun.”

  “There’s a lot Jan enjoys that you might not. Don’t measure yourself by what others enjoy, Lara. Always be honest with me.” He pinched her chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Promise?”

  She nodded.

  “Say it.”

  “I promise.” Unable to let things get too serious, she grinned at him. “And I honestly do think it could be fun.”

  His left eyelid dropped in a slow wink that stirred her blood. “Oh, it will be.”

  They stared at one another, the air stilling, heating. Lara’s heart pounded. Last night had been amazing and she was not someone who handled emotions well. She needed to tell Karl that. She cared about him, she really did, but she wasn’t sure she could ever love anybody. Not like that.

  Not like he deserved.

  “Karl,” she said softly, reaching for his hand. A knot formed in the pit of her belly, burning there like the gateway to hell for leading this amazing man on. “Everything I’ve said is true. I care about you more than I thought possible, and I do want it all, but there’s something you need to know.”

  “Okay.” His hand rolled over under hers and their fingers twined together.

  “I don’t always handle my emotions so good. Well, aside from the sex and the pleasurable ones. But the way you make me feel, I want it all, I do, but you need to know that I’m not sure I can ever really love you. If I can ever really love anyone.”

  She didn’t know what she expected, but it wasn’t the smile he gave her. “Don’t worry so much, sugar. We’re on this journey together, no matter how it goes.

  “I’m only going to say all this once more, so listen carefully. I sense a need in you that balances my own. The need to be dominated, to be told what to do, and to be praised for your behavior. You’re very strong and independent, and I love that. I don’t want or need a slave, but I do need someone who will submit to me at times. You have the need to know that someone cares enough about you to praise, or punish you.”

  He stopped and looked at her. Instinctively, Lara nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “I’m a Dom. There is something inside me that craves the submission of another. It feeds my soul to see your eagerness, to feel it, and drink it in. Nothing will please me more than to see that in your eyes, and to push you beyond even what you think even you desire. We balance each other, make each other stronger, and better. But only if you accept that our relationship is just that—a relationship. The sexual aspects of your submission are our way in, but it’s just the gateway to the garden. The rest is what we’ll learn together.”

  “How can you be so sure?” She didn’t want to doubt him. She didn’t doubt him. She doubted herself.

  “I see divorce every day, I see people who don’t communicate, or who aren’t honest with themselves, or their loved ones, just throw away a chance at happiness. I’ve seen so much of it that I gave up on finding my own happiness, but you’ve changed that. You’re fearless in everything else in life, Lara. Why stop now?”

  “I’m not.” She reached for him again, and this time he welcomed her. “I’m not stopping, I just needed you to know where my head is.”

  “I know, sugar. And I’m okay with it.” He kissed her, rolling on the bed until he was on top.

  * * *

  The hair stood up on the back of Lara’s neck when she turned on to her street and saw the blue-and-white cop car in the driveway behind Graham’s car. Tossing her sunglasses aside, she parked at the curb and shut off her car. There were no ambulances and the house looked okay, so she forced herself to take a deep breath. Then another.

  Calm, Lara.

  Adrenaline flooded her veins she tried not to race up the driveway. She turned the corner to the back of the house and saw Graham and Peter standing next to a uniformed officer with a notepad in hand. They were standing by the separate entrance to her apartment.

  “What’s going on?” Behind them she could see someone moving around inside her place. “Peter? Graham?”

  Peter waved her closer, his posture stiff, a frown creasing his forehead. “Graham went downstairs this morning to, uhmm, see how last night went for you, and found the door open. When he went inside he saw that the bedroom was trashed.”

  “Next time you stay out all night, you call us!” Graham shook a finger at her.

  “Graham,” Peter cautioned. “We knew where she was, and who she was with. It’s okay.”

  Graham’s eyes were wide, his arms folded tight across his chest as he stared at her. He’d been worried about her. Scared for her, even! “I’m fine, Graham.” She should call Karl, though.

  “Nothing is missing as far as we can tell, Miss. Fox,” The young cop—his name badge said Mathews—finally spoke up. “But you’ll need to let us know for sure.”

  “That makes sense,” she said, fighting to stay calm. “I don’t have much worth stealing, just my computer or the TV. But why would someone break into my place and not steal anything?”

  Officer Mathews held up his notepad and gave her a steady look. “I understand someone slashed the tires on your car earlier in the week?”

  She shared a glance with the boys, noticing how Peter reached for Graham’s hand at the question. “Yeah. We figure it was done early Wednesday morning, before anyone was awake. I was out late, and my car was fine when I got home around two in the morning, but when I left for work…”

  “Were you with the same friend that night as last night?”

  “Yes.” Anger hit her hard and fast, and she bit down hard to keep useless venom from spewing out. She spun on her heel and stalked five feet away from them, turne
d and paced back. What the hell? Why the fuck was someone doing this to her?

  Someone was targeting her. There was no way she could pretend this was random. They were after her, and they were doing it whenever she was with Karl.

  34

  The police cruiser was pulling out of the driveway just as Karl pulled up to Lara’s house. When his phone rang less than hour after she’d left him, warmth had washed over him, only to turn to ice when he’d heard the fear-tinged anger in her voice.

  He noticed the scraped-up doorframe on his way in that said someone had used a screwdriver or something to pop the lock. Not very sophisticated, but it did the trick. As soon as he stepped into Lara’s place, he heard voices in the bedroom and headed straight there.

  He saw Lara and the breath he hadn’t known he was holding whooshed from him. A little lightheaded, he just took in the sight of her, still dressed in her boots, skirt, and the black T-shirt of his that she’d borrowed, standing in the middle of a disaster zone.

  Clothes were strewn about the room, the curtains torn off the window, the mattress half off the bed, and the mirror on her dresser broken.

  She had her back to the door while Graham stood on one side of her and another guy, with his arm around her shoulders, on the other.

  “Lara.”

  All three heads spun in his direction, but Karl only saw her big blue eyes, round and full of fire. His girl was pissed off!

  “You okay?” He wanted to go to her, but the tightly leashed anger seemed to almost be directed at him, so he waited. If she needed someone to yell at, he was there for her.

  “I’m fine, thanks. But I have a few questions for you.”

  “We’ll be upstairs if you need us, hon.” The scruffy guy squeezed her shoulder and both men headed for the door. When Graham passed him, he stopped and looked Karl in the eyes.

  “She’s scared, she just won’t admit it.” He’d spoken for Karl’s ears only, and Karl heard him loud and clear. He also understood the unspoken warning in his assistant’s gaze.