by Raven Dark
“Rock…” She rushed to him unable to wait to be in his arms.
“Hey there, sweetness.” He swung off the bike and caught her in his arms squeezing her close. Breathing in her scent, groaning deep into the crook of her neck.
“I missed you, girl.”
The possessiveness in the word girl made her body hum in anticipation of the dominance she loved. She drew back fisting the collar of his leather bomber jacket, loving the rebellious way it made him look.
“I missed you too, Sir. So what were you about to tell me before you left?”
“It’s not important.” His lips brushed her temple. “We’ll talk about it later.”
“Okay.” She squeezed him close, reveling in his heat, his strength. “You were gone two days but with everything that’s gone on…” She rested her cheek against his. “With Scalder and worrying about losing the investors, and Dad and Shayla treating me like a leper, it felt like a year.” Her eyes stung and she blinked the tears back.
“I know. C’mere.” Rock took her face in his hands and claimed her mouth in a long, hot kiss, tongue dueling with hers, hands deep in her thick hair. Her neglected pussy flamed. When he broke the kiss, his mouth worked its way along her neck. His lips brushed her ear.
“Open the garage.”
“What?” She drew back and blinked at him. “Why, Sir?”
“Because I said so. Come.” That wicked smile made the butterflies in her belly go wild.
She sighed and went inside opening the garage door. Rock came in and leaned against her town car. “Shouldn’t we just go inside, Sir? This isn’t the cleanest place to be.”
The faint smell of gasoline wafted up and dust clung to some of the less used shelves where the mechanic’s tools were stacked. Only a thin sallow glow of light shone from the bulb hanging from the ceiling, which Rock must have turned on.
“I don’t care. Come here.”
Oh boy. His voice was almost as hard as his expression.
Nervous heat tingled across her skin, yet the sense of the forbidden drew her across the floor toward him. The garage still stood open leaving the space within visible to the houses across the way, at least one of which was home to a busy body. She’d said she’d wanted to try something more public, but now?
“Sir, I think I know what you have in mind, but…”
He took her hand, yanking her to him. Lust swirled through her at the fierce need in his eyes. He snatched the garage opener from her hand and set it on a tool bench near him. Slowly, he pulled the sash of her robe loose and slid his hands around her waist, over the ample curve of her hips.
“Fucking gorgeous.” His hot breath caressed her lips but he didn’t allow them to touch. “You know I thought about you constantly the last two nights?”
She swallowed.
“I nearly went mad getting myself off while imagining myself fucking you over the side of that damn hotel bed.”
His words set little explosions of need through her and holy fuck if they weren’t more intense knowing people might be looking across the road at them.
“Sir.” She licked her lips. “I don’t think—”
“No, don’t think.” He put a finger to her mouth. “Trust me, Annabella.”
The memory of her disobedience last week assailed her. Never again would she allow herself to be ruled by fear. She nodded. “I do. I—”
He pressed the button on the automatic door opener. The door slowly ground shut. Relief washed over her. His eyes danced.
“You asshole. Er…Sir.”
He cackled. “It’s not quite the same but it smells enough like an underground lot to do the trick.”
“Ah.” Ella chuckled. Fr more relaxed now, she fisted the front of his leather jacket. “So how shall I make the fantasy a reality, Sir? Shall I get in the car or on it?”
Rock pulled her around the front of the car and lifted her onto the hood. Ella accepted him between her legs, eagerly tugging him closer. He grabbed her nape. “Give me your mouth.”
Ella opened for him immediately, letting his tongue spear in and ravage. Every hungry flick made her burn hotter, needier.
“Do you want me to lock the door?” He lifted up, scowling.
“No, I want you to fuck me, Sir. Right here.”
A deep groan rumbled in his throat. He pushed her shoulders down on the hood of the car. She splayed herself out for him. Her nipples pebbled under his hungry gaze and she arched her back letting them graze against the low v of her camisole, knowing he could see them poking up.
Rock ran his palm over her throat, her collarbone, between her breasts, sending heat pulsing through her and making her arch more for him. The fingerless leather glove that covered his palm grazed her skin, the roughness of it making her pussy tighten.
“Jesus Christ, you make me so fucking hot.” He ran his hand along her stomach then down, down between her thighs. She hadn’t worn panties and his fingers slid through her soaking folds. Fire blazed in his eyes. “Open wider.”
Ella obeyed, conjuring up in her mind the sort of location he’d mentioned. A deserted lot or some other open space where someone could walk up on them at any time and see them going at it like crazy, watch him fuck her like his whore.
She closed her eyes and the thoughts sent a new kind of desire through her unlike she’d ever felt, deep and intense. The revelation made her feel so connected to him, and at this moment, incredibly powerful. She thought she understood when people wanted this kind of thing, but actually doing it…the thrill was like nothing else.
Rock lifted her camisole up to her waist but didn’t touch her where she wanted it most beyond the first few strokes.
“Sir?”
Silent, gaze hard on her face, he ran his big hands over the flange of her waist, massaging it, making her conscious of how soft and fragile it felt in his grip.
“Sir, please, please touch me.” She ran her hand over his wrists, pushing his hands lower.
He flung them aside. “Shut your mouth.”
She bit her lip to keep from cursing and wriggled her hips.
Rock bent over her, his mouth leaving a burning trail over her skin, her collarbone, her shoulders, her throat. He shoved his hand inside the top of her camisole, the roughness of his glove enhancing the heat that hummed along her skin. Her bad boy. His callused fingers brushed her nipples, turning them painfully hard.
“Please, I need you, Sir.”
Rock lifted his head. “Stop that right now, girl or I’ll put you over my knee.”
“But I need—”
He straightened and the pure authority in his eyes made her throat go dry. “What did I just tell you?”
She licked her lips. “Shut my mouth.”
“I was going to fuck you but now you can wait. Come here.” He pulled her to a sitting position. Her pussy wept. “Get on your knees and suck me off.” He stepped back and nodded to the floor between them.
Her heart thudded as she dropped to her knees on the oily floor. Her hands trembled on his belt.
Ella looked up at him and smiled with a playful coyness. Pulling the opening of his pants aside and letting his cock spring free, huge and thick and hard as a spike. Jesus.
“I’m not going to wait forever.” He fisted the back of her hair.
“Sorry, Sir.” She took his thickness in her mouth, slowly working her way down, inch by fabulous inch.
The sexiest needy moan shook from him and his hand cupped her head more firmly trapping her mouth around him. Ella swirled her tongue around his cockhead, around the glans, licking the slit.
“Oh, fuck.” He put his head back on a groan. She was about to work her way back up again when he gripped her head with both hands and fucked her mouth.
Ella creamed, loving how easily she stripped him to his most basic need. She let him angle her head how he wanted and made a tight ring around him with her mouth while he rode her with long, deep, hard strokes.
“God I love your whore mouth around my coc
k. Suck harder.”
The filthy words set her pussy on fire and she sucked long and hard, working him up and down, lapping at the head. She could have eaten him for hours. Precum coated her tongue, salty and so him, and she hummed around him, licking.
His pace quickened and his fingers dug into her scalp, exquisite pain that made her whimper. Rock grunted and his cock hit the back of her throat. Hot seed spilled and she swallowed his come eagerly.
“Come here.” His voice was rough as he lifted her to her feet and pushed her against the car. His mouth closed around one of her nipples, sucking hard enough to make her cry out and grip his head in her hands. Two of his fingers slid into her sheath, pumping hard and fast.
“Rock…” Ella fucked his fingers, the leather on his palm rubbing her clit just right. His teeth and tongue abused her nipple and she bucked and cursed and came apart wildly.
“Holy fuck, girl.” Rock inhaled into her hair holding her close as she panted. “I missed the hell out of you.”
“I missed you too, Sir.”
Minutes later they were snuggled in bed and she rested her head over his heart, loving the strong, steady beat. She lifted her head looking down at him but couldn’t make herself say what she wanted to say.
Rock’s brows knitted together and his hand stopped making lazy trails on her back. “What is it?”
I’m ready. I get it. I want you to fuck me the way you want, where people might see. And yet, the words seemed lodged in her throat.
“Nothing. I was just thinking, I’m glad you’re back, but you’re not really back, are you? Not for good.”
“No, I still have to help Holden out at the office. I’ll be back tomorrow night, though.”
She nodded. Opened her mouth and then closed it.
“What is it, girl? Spit it out.” He rolled her onto her back looking down at her.
Not yet. “It’s nothing, Sir. I’ll just miss you.”
She rubbed at her wrists where she wished she’d felt the bite of rope or some other form of restraint. Next time. An idea began to form in her mind sending a new ache between her legs. Now she just needed to find the nerve to tell him.
CHAPTER 16: TWELVE STROKES TO ECSTASY
The following night after a candle-lit dinner and a movie, Ella lay in the Jacuzzi letting the warm steaming water sooth her mounting nerves. How do tell him I’m ready?
Jesus, where was her confidence? Where was the strong woman who went for what she wanted and got it?
She lifted her wrists and a smile pulled at her lips. Rope marks encircled both of them, the flesh pink like braided bracelets. Her ankles had the same marks. The experience of being bound by him, so completely helpless, made her blood heat.
He’d taken her to new heights, teaching her to love things she’d forgotten, making her feel whole and special in a way no one had since he’d left. She closed her eyes, breathing in the clean, peachy scent of soap, the vanilla added to the water. How had she let him get away six years ago?
The door opened and then closed.
“Finish your cherries?” Rock’s mouth brushed her ear.
“There’s two left in the box, Sir. Thank you.”
He kneaded her shoulders sending ripples of pleasure through her muscles. His fingers worked over her temples, stroking her long wet hair back. Ella moaned and relaxed.
“Sir, you’re a god.”
He chuckled. “You’re just saying that because I give you orgasms.” He popped a chocolate covered cherry into her mouth.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Sure.” He kissed her long and deep sharing the sweet confection on her tongue. “You did fantastic today. How did the bondage feel?”
“It was wonderful. I was nervous but as usual you made it easy to forget that.”
“Good.” He kissed her neck.
Ella licked her lips and sat up looking over her shoulder at him. “Rock…I want to try something.”
He moved to her side. “Like?”
Her heart battered her ribs with a mix of excitement and apprehension. “There’s a place I know. A secluded place in the mountains. There are areas off the beaten path where people don’t usually go, but I used to sit at one of them to think after Dad got sick. I want to go there with you.”
A smirk toyed with his lips. “Why do I get the feeling you don’t mean for us to go for a picnic?”
Heat flared in her cheeks and she cleared her throat. “It’s the perfect place for a scene.”
Rock’s eyes widened. “Oh.” Desire burned in his eyes and his gaze raked over her pussy, the pale curls there half covered by suds. “You mean you want me to fuck you up there. In the mountains, in the open.”
She bit her lip. “Mm. Or…whatever you want to do to me, Sir.”
He grinned at the ceiling. Then he became serious as he ran one hand slowly up and down her arm. “Annabella, are you sure?”
“Yes. After the rush of what we did in the garage, I want that again.” Heat filled her veins.
He drew one finger along her forearm, connecting two small moles with an invisible line. After a moment, he met her gaze and when he spoke his voice was tender. “What about Scalder?”
Thoughts of the sleazy land developer and what he would do if he somehow caught wind of what they were up to threatened to snuff out her desire, and she tamped it down.
“The place I’m talking about is way up there. It’s a two-hour hike after an hour drive. Beautiful area, but not a place a man like Scalder would go. The chances of him following us are slim to none.”
When he didn’t look convinced she cradled his face in her hands. “Rock, I have to do this. I’m tired of being afraid. I need to take control of who I am and the only way to do that is to let you have me the way we both want.”
A long, low breath left him and Rock settled his forehead against hers.
“You are an incredible woman.” He pressed a warm kiss to her forehead and leaned back on his knees. “Okay. I promised I would never jeopardize your career, and this place sounds perfect. I just want to be with you, out in the world and not in this suite. I want to show you what a thrill it can be to please you where there isn’t the privacy of four walls and a locked door. Thank you for giving me this chance, for trusting me.”
Ella smiled. “When would you like to go?”
“How’s tomorrow sound?”
* * * * *
The day was perfect. Ella inhaled the warmth and the faint smell of pine as she led Rock up the last rise before their destination. A light breeze added just the right coolness allowing them to dress light.
“Wow, you were right, this is secluded.” He stopped and looked around. A winding path thick with trees and fern on both sides twisted on a steep incline leading into thicker woods. Hills rolled for miles with no one in sight.
“Right?” Ella grinned and slid her hands up his chest. “No way is an old fuddy like Scalder getting up here without a heart attack.”
Rock snorted and followed her over the rise to a small clearing. A tall oak tree with a trunk that split into two large limbs stood off to one side. He dropped the blanket and food containers he’d carried under his arm and strode over to the tree.
“Look at this, it’s perfect.” He ran one palm over the trunk where it got a little thinner higher up.
“Perfect for what?”
The fire in his eyes made her stomach dance. “You’ll see.”
“All right. So, you want to eat first, or…” She rubbed her hands together and then bit the inside of her cheek. Why was she so damned nervous? She couldn’t help a look around at the deserted mountain range.
“Nope, food can wait.” He stalked toward her, that slow sexy walk, his voice soft. “Annabella, relax. There’s no one here.”
“I know. God, it’s been forever since I did anything this public.”
“But it’s not, it’s only us.” Toe to toe with her, he stopped and drew her slowly against his strong, powerful frame. Safe. So safe with him
.
“But someone could walk up here at any moment.” She looked at him, excitement weakening her knees at the faint possibility of discovery that hung between them. “They could see you doing whatever crazy things you want to do to me.”
“Exactly.” He traced her lips with his thumb and then slid his hand into her hair as his face hardened. “You know what I want. You gonna cooperate or do I have to get rough?”
Expecting him to pull her hair, her breath caught, but he only kept his fingers tangled in it. Waiting.
“You know the price, Sir. Nothing from behind and no head.”
His lips twisted in a visible effort to keep his features cold. Those were two things she loved. The light in his eyes told her he got the message.
Rock’s big fist tugged her hair, hard. “If I want to fuck you from behind and make you take my cock in your mouth, you will.” Then he released her roughly. “But I have something else in mind this time, sweet thing.”
She put on her best resistant look. “Like what, Sir?”
“You’ll see. Undress.”
Oh, Christ. She’d never been nervous undressing in front of Rock but her cheeks flamed. Adrenaline buzzed along her veins, heightening her need.
Licking her lips, Ella slowly undid her shirt and slid it off. Her hands shook only a little but the trembling would have added to the appearance of resistance. Rock leaned on the tree crossing his arms. It would have been hot if he’d ripped her clothes off but there was something to be said for the submission of undressing for him, here, in the middle of an open field, however removed from civilization it was.
After taking off her bra, Ella stopped and his jaw hardened. “Strip. I want you naked, girl.”
Cool air kissed her breasts, tweaking her already hard nipples. She took off the rest of her clothing and dropped the garments the grass.
“I don’t suppose you’re taking off your clothes, Sir.”
“Nope.”
When she was naked, every inch of her exposed to the mountains, she stepped toward him. Rock drank her in with such hunger she could have come with just a swipe of his fingers.
“No.” He stopped her nodding to the blanket a few steps away. “Bring me the blanket first.”