by Stacey Lynn
“Please do more than that.”
His chuckle soothed me as his hand began warming my backside with relaxing, large circles. He squeezed and dropped my flesh until his hand disappeared. Before I could breathe, already overwhelmed and desiring his touch on me, his hand came back down. One quick slap downward that made me jerk forward, my arms losing their strength.
“Ow!” I shouted, as heat seared my skin and spread outward. “Damn it.”
“Get in position. Nine more Rebecca, and if it helps, count them.” His lips were at my ear. “Focus on absorbing the pain, not running from it. Trust me, it’ll get better and when you’re done, you’ll get all of me.” He stepped behind me, pressed his front to my back. His erection pressed against me. He was hard. Large.
“God, Mr. Ashby, please.”
“Nine more, can you take them?” His hand slipped around to my front, to my navel and south until his fingers were running along my clit. “You’re so damn wet and swollen. Is that for me?”
“Yes.” I rolled my hips, seeking him. Searching. “Please.”
“I’m going to dream for weeks to come about the way you beg me.”
He was torturing me. My thighs quivered, tension and heat barreling through me as his fingers teased me until I was standing at the edge. Toes curling over, staring out into an abyss that held the promise of bliss. This was one night. He needed to get started.
“Nine more. Ready?”
He stepped back, dropping his hand from me and I moaned. “Damn it.”
“Trust me. Waiting will make it better. I asked you a question.”
I was ready to come. I was ready to throw myself at a man who only hours ago, I’d believed to be cockiest man I’d ever met. I was also ready for a spanking.
“Yes, sir. I’m ready.”
I barely got the word out before his palm came down, slapping against my other cheek. Two more in quick succession followed and I focused on the spreading heat. The way it blistered and fanned out until it threaded down my thighs.
“You doing okay? Want me to continue?”
“Please, sir.”
His hand came back and he worked in a pattern that had me arching into him, but never quite knowing what to expect. I counted every one, focused on breathing. Focused on the fact that he was getting off on this.
Like I could forget the size of his erection.
“Nine, Mr. Ashby.” I was breathless. Aching.
His hand came down one last time, hand covering my entire ass. It stung and I arched forward, screaming. My arms collapsed, fingers slipping on the wall but I didn’t hit it. Bennett’s arm wrapped around my stomach and he pulled me to him while my limbs went liquid and then his hands and fingers were exactly where I needed them.
“Oh God,” I moaned. He pushed two fingers inside me. His thumb pressed against my clit.
I shattered into a thousand pieces, collapsing from the sensations thundering through my body.
“Bennett!” I screamed as my orgasm pulled me under, ripped me out to sea and sent me spinning in a thousand directions until I was in his arms.
And then I was up, cradled by his strength, and flying down on the bed.
He was between my legs, hips pressing against me and I clawed at him as the tide pulled me back to the shore, my heart rate calming.
“Holy shit,” I whispered, fingers digging into the cotton of his shirt. “I’ve never...”
“Come so hard? Amazing what a spanking can do for you, huh?”
Back to cocky. I couldn’t summon the strength or energy to roll my eyes. My limbs were heavy, languid, yet as Bennett’s lips came down and brushed against my cheek, slowly moved toward my lips, I turned to him.
“Please, fuck me,” I rasped against his lips right before they pressed against mine.
He took my mouth, plundered me without hesitation and I met him instantly. Our tongues tangled together, his chest fell to mine, the weight of him perfectly delicious.
“Hands above your head,” he said and I listened. There was no reason to hesitate. I’d already enjoyed him too much. He pinned me with my arms above my head, stretched tight above me and looked down at me.
And when he spoke, he assured me the best parts of the evening were still to come.
Chapter Seven
Bennett
Rebecca coming apart at the seams had to be the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed in my life. Like watching a butterfly spread its wings for the first time, or the Northern Lights in their full, cloudless-sky glory.
“I gotta say, you come apart like that all the time and I’m going to be thinking of the way you light up for a very, very long time.”
I pushed her hands into the bed, reminding her to keep them exactly where they were. Our gazes met, and hell, I was done for. This girl, this night. She was driving me insane.
I stood from the bed and unbuttoned my shirt just enough until I could tear it off. In quick movements, I shucked my clothes and grabbed a condom from my pocket, throwing two more on the bed next to Rebecca. Her lips parted as she stared at the condom packets next to her.
Sheathed, I climbed in between her spread thighs. Her pussy was still dripping. Her thighs shook so hard I thought she was going to lose use of her limbs. I planned on seeing if I could make that happen.
“Please.” Her whimpers drew my balls tight. She arched up, seeking me and I pulled back just to hear her frustrated groan.
Heaven to my ears. Desperately needing me was almost as beautiful as her orgasm.
“Like it when you beg, sub. Do it again, better, and I might just give you what you want.”
“Sir. Bennett. Please.” Her head shook back and forth. Caramel tresses tickled my hand where I pressed hers back into the bed.
Keeping my gaze on her, I wrapped my other hand around my dick and slid it through her wetness. Soaked. Hell, I needed in her. “Need a bit more begging.”
Her hands fought against my grip. Straining against my hold. Her breasts swayed and jumped as she wrestled to free her hands.
I held her more firmly. She’d learn that the fight was half the fun for me.
“God, please, sir. Please.”
“You want this more than anything else, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“You want me more than anyone else you’ve ever needed?”
Her glare hit me and her lips pressed together. I pressed the tip of my dick against her opening. “Come on, you can admit it.”
Another buck, back arching off the bed and fingernails curved to dig into my hand. “You’re a jerk.”
“I know. I’ll also screw you into oblivion as soon as you admit it.”
She inhaled a sharp breath and narrowed her eyes. “Yes, Mr. Ashby, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had and I want more. Now, please, pretty please, can you fuck me?”
Her tone was insolent. Her words perfect. I’d punish her for the sass later, after I had my dick in her tight heat.
“Very well then, your wish is my honor to fulfill.” I winked, showing her that I was teasing and was rewarded with another glare. It lacked heat considering her flushed cheeks and messed hair but it still made my dick jump.
I lifted off her and then slammed deep inside her. I didn’t give her time to prepare, didn’t give her body time to stretch around me, but the way she groaned lit up my spine like a fireworks show.
Fuck.
Her legs wrapped around me, ankles locked at my lower back as she tried to hold me against her, but hell if I could allow that. The need to move, to fuck her, to pound myself into her so deep I left my mark deep inside her thundered through me.
“Feet on the bed, Rebecca. Spread them as wide as you can.”
She gasped, whimpered and writhed against my hand. I grin
ned, looking down at her. “Fight all you want, honey, but you don’t get to come again until you’re doing what I want.”
And for a moment, the idea of denying her was thrilling, just to see her fuming pissed off at me.
My dick hardened further and I swiveled my hips as she moved her ankles off me.
“I think I hate you,” she whispered.
I pulled out and slammed inside. “Yeah, I don’t think that’s quite true.”
To keep her quiet, I leaned down, slammed my mouth against hers and kissed her. Jesus. She took everything I gave her. I could get lost in the feel of her.
I moved, thrusting inside her while I fucked her mouth with my tongue. With my hand around her wrist, the rapid beat of her pulse increased. “So damn good,” I groaned against her mouth.
Her slick, warm heat sucked me in like a vice, wrapped around me every time I withdrew like the last thing her body wanted was to be without me. I was relentless in my pursuit of her, my mouth devoured her until her scent and her taste consumed me. She wiggled against my grip, and I let go with one of my hands so I could play with her tits.
I lifted one of her breasts and sucked her nipple into my mouth.
“Shit! Mr. Ashby!” She cried out, arched into me and splintered.
Her body quaked as an orgasm hit her hot and fast. Her pussy clamped around my dick, sucked me in and hugged me so tightly I was at risk of having my brains sucked out through my cock.
“Fuck,” I groaned, riding her orgasm, jaw clenching while I watched her.
Sublime. She was fucking exquisite.
“Get your eyes on me,” I growled.
Her amber eyes flashed wide, eyelids heavy. “Watch me come, Rebecca. Watch what you do to me.”
My hips pistoning with rapid thrusts, I shook the bed, slammed her headboard against the wall and pushed myself deep inside her.
I came, groaning her name. The taste of her was so deep inside me, her eyes flashing in awe, I knew it’d take a lifetime to dig her out of me.
* * *
After the first time I came, I cleaned both of us up. I took the washcloth back to the bathroom, tossed it on the counter and when I returned, she’d rolled to her stomach. One leg bent, one of her hands under her cheek, she watched me stroll back into her room. Her gaze dropped to my dick and under her lust-ridden gaze, it hardened.
I stroked it twice, walked to the bed and growled. “On your knees, ass in the air.” I had a sudden need to taste her all over again and as she listened, I climbed on the bed, slid beneath her, pulled her hips down to my mouth and ate her.
And fuck. Her taste, her whimpers. The way she gripped the sheets and sighed, moaned when I hit the perfect spots of her.
She came wildly. Tiny, high-pitched whimpers ripped from her throat, I wanted to hear reverberating in my ears for as long as I could hear.
I took her again, and again, came so many times I wasn’t sure I had anything left to give her, but every time she matched me. Cried my name, stared deep into my eyes when I commanded, and then, when it was done...
She thanked me.
Fucking thanked me like we’d had a business dinner.
She wrapped a robe around her, belting it at the waist like she was locking me out.
Multiple orgasms with Rebecca Morales was more than I ever expected it to be and it wasn’t because she submitted. It was because it was her. Sassy and sweet and greedy and giving.
“Well, uhm. Thank you for tonight.” She couldn’t have made her discomfort more obvious.
Another damn thank you. I didn’t want her gratitude. I wanted her to offer herself to me.
I should have comforted her and reassured her, but I was just as thrown off my game. I’d been with enough women over the years to know that a woman like Rebecca didn’t come along very often.
And as much as I wanted, was looking for that woman, she’d shown no indication she wanted to be that. I was smart enough to know when I’d met my match.
I opened her front door, curled my hand around it and looked back at her over my shoulder. “Good night, Rebecca.”
“See you later, Bennett.”
Ah, fuck it. I was never one to back down from a match or a competition. “Happy New Year, Miss Morales. I hope this year is your best one yet. I have a feeling it will be.”
Her lips parted in shock and I walked through the door, shutting it behind me before she could argue with me.
Chapter Eight
Rebecca
“This one,” Miranda said. A red skirt and silver silk blouse went flying from the closet where she was digging and joined the growing pile on my bed.
“Miranda—”
She peeked her head through the door, garter belt in hand along with black thigh-highs. “These, too. And you need to hurry or you’re going to be late.”
For work. Where I was going to see Bennett after a night of insanely crazy—surprised I didn’t have a heart attack from the palpitations he gave me when I came—sex. And I came wildly. Multiple times. Bennett had managed to give me more orgasms in a few hours than I’d ever had in a month. Or a year.
Which was why I couldn’t wear the outfits Miranda was tossing my way. Although it was my fault, since I’d called her freaking out about what in the heck I should wear.
“I’m not sure this is the look I want to go for.” I picked up the silk stockings, and let them fall through my fingers.
“I thought you wanted to drive him crazy.”
I skewered her with a glare. “I think what I said when I called you over here was, ‘help me find something to wear that says I’ve complete forgotten New Year’s Eve ever happened.’”
Her lips pulled to one side and she shrugged. “Huh. See, and I heard, ‘Miranda, I want to show the man who gave me crazy amazing orgasms how little affected I am by that, but I don’t want him forgetting about me for a single second.’”
I picked up the silk shirt before it could wrinkle and shook it out. Holding it in front of me, I faced her. “And a shirt that shows this much cleavage is what you’d pick?”
She glanced down at her wrist, tapping it like she was actually wearing a watch. “Time’s ticking, dear.”
“I never should have called you yesterday.”
“Actually,” she sang while I fisted the clothes she’d chosen into my hands and held them to my chest. “I called you to check on you, and make sure you were okay and you spilled all the tiniest, most delicious details faster than my two-year-old nephew can spill a bottle of orange juice.”
She had a point. She had done that. Bennett’s car lights had barely disappeared down the street before my phone rang and Miranda was on the other end, checking in on me. “You’re a good friend.”
“I know. And I didn’t steer you wrong about Luminous either. I mean, I didn’t expect you to jump in with both feet and hook up with a Dom that all the subs are dying to be beneath.” I may have told her too much. “But I won’t steer you wrong about this either. Trust me, Rebecca. This outfit will drive Bennett crazy, and when you get to work, you act like nothing happened and he’ll go insane.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Or, you could just drop to your knees and beg for his dick like he said he wanted you to do.”
And since that wouldn’t happen in the next decade...
“I’m getting dressed now.” I hurried to the bathroom because in all of Miranda’s crazy ramblings, she was also right. I needed to get moving or I was going to be late.
“I’ll let myself out. Call me if you need me!”
“Tell Shawn I’m counting down the days for that rack of lamb.”
“Will do, honey. Have a great day!”
Her footsteps grew quieter until I heard my front door close behind her, and I focused on quickly getting ready for work. I went heavier on m
y make-up, spent more time on my hair and despite still thinking Miranda had more than one screw loose, I dressed in the clothes she’d insisted on.
Complete with garter belt and stockings.
By the time I got to work, my head was spinning.
I’d had one day to recover from my sexcapades with Bennett Ashby. One day to try to forget the way I’d reacted when his hand landed on my ass, where he’d fucked me so hard my inner thighs and abs still ached. And yesterday, it’d been difficult to sit.
But I’d experimented. Perhaps I had a better understanding of a Dom and sub and what that entailed. Bennett might have spanked me, but he’d been patient. He had calmly gone through the rules, checked in to remind me of my options. He’d been patient in his bossiness and rough while he drove into me, repeatedly bringing me to orgasm in a way I knew my super electric plug-in vibrator would never satisfy me the same again.
It was time to put it behind me. It was one night. I was satisfied sexually in a way I’d never experienced. And with as calm as he’d been, I had a better understanding of Miranda and Shawn’s relationship.
Mission Accomplished.
So why was I already feeling that familiar tingle of arousal between my thighs and why were my nipples aching as they strained against my lace bra?
It didn’t matter. I had a plan. Go to work, do my job, keep my head down and my mind focused.
I’d do my work and ignore him. It couldn’t be that hard. For the last two months, I’d become adept at acting like Bennett didn’t bother me one bit.
“You can do this,” I muttered to no one except the view of the parking garage outside my windshield. Peeling my fingers from my steering wheel, I stretched the ache out of my knuckles and grabbed my purse and work bag, repeating. “You can do this.”
Hopefully, I actually could.
* * *
Bennett charged into work like someone was holding his sister (if he even had one) for ransom, and he was taking no prisoners in his quest to kill the maniacs while ripping apart the world in his search for her. And...perhaps I’d been watching too many dramatic action movies. Which wasn’t the point.