Bound Temptations: Stories of Temptation and Submission

by Shiloh Walker

  He swallowed, curling his hands around the armrests of his office chair. “You didn’t, huh?”

  “No.” She remained standing there, the coat open, revealing her to his hungry, hungry eyes. “You said the rest was in my control. Well…here I am. And I’m giving the control to you.”

  “You sure about that? You’re ready to try for more?”

  Tania’s eyes lowered. Her naked breasts rose and fell on a nervous sigh before she murmured, “I want to be ready. But we’ll have to see what happens. Is that okay?”

  “Yes.” He blew out a low, rough breath, slumped deeper in the chair, staring at her. Absently, he pressed his hand against his aching cock.

  “Close your coat for a minute, and close the blinds. I don’t want anybody else seeing those pretty tits.”

  Her eyes went dark, opaque, and she caught her breath as she secured her coat. With slow, lazy movements, she strolled over to the window, lowering the blinds so nobody could see in.

  “Take the coat off, then,” he said quietly. “Hang it up.”

  A smile curled her lips as she did just that.

  “How far you want to try and go tonight, Tania?” he asked softly.

  “As far as we can,” she said. “If we can have sex, I want to.”

  Drake nodded. Then he glanced down at his coveralls, grimaced. “I haven’t cleaned up.” He’d washed his hands, his arms, but there was still grease on him somewhere, probably. The coveralls would have kept the worst of it off of him. But still… “You want me to shower?”

  She shook her head.

  Drake nodded.

  Then he stood up, unzipped the coveralls, kicking out of them and leaving them in a pile by his desk. Moving out from behind it, he leaned against the front, staring at Tania—her face, only her face. “Come in here and kneel,” he said softly, nodding toward the middle of the office. There was carpet there—not much, but something—it would keep her from being on her knees on the bare floor.

  She did so, coming inside and going to her knees, four feet away from him.

  He pushed off the desk and moved over to her, reaching out to touch her mouth. “Did you bring anything with you?” He didn’t generally have sex in his office. There wasn’t any birth control here to be found.

  “In the pocket of the coat,” she said.

  “Good. Unzip me. I want to see that mouth wrapped around my cock.”

  Her lashes fluttered and he watched her breasts rise and fall on a ragged breath. Her fingers, cool and soft, closed around him after she’d freed him and he swallowed a groan as she leaned in and took him into her mouth. “That’s it…suck me off.”

  She whimpered.

  “Fuck, I love how hot it makes you just listening to me talk.” He reached up and pushed his fingers into the neat mass of her hair, dislodging pins and sending half of the honey brown mess tumbling to her shoulders. “Your hair looks so pretty, so neat and proper. Or it did…”

  He used his hold on her head to guide her as he surged against her mouth, fucking her throat deep and slow, watching as her face turned pink, as the excitement rose in her eyes.

  “Damn it, you got any idea how sexy it is, watching you?” he grunted as she took him deep, then deeper. “That’s it… Ah, yeah, suck it. My hot little bitch, I fucking love how you do that…”

  She was whimpering more, louder, and rocking, using her hand to work him as well.

  “That’s it, deeper…deeper…ah, fuck…suck it. Suck it deeper.”

  He arched his hips, moving faster. She swallowed and he groaned as the head of his cock slid deeper, nudging the back of her throat, going farther.

  “Oh, hell. Hot little slut—swallow me,” he grunted, panting, staring at her. Damn it, she was amazing. He couldn’t believe this, anything. She was so responsive and every little thing seemed to turn her on—all of it, the act, his words, every little thing seemed to turn her on, make her hotter, and that just fired his own need even more. His cock swelled, his balls ached.

  Then she stroked a hand up and closed her fingers around his sac. His eyes damned near crossed. Swearing, he shot a hand downward, closing his fingers around her, making her squeeze tighter. At the same time, he moved faster, settling on a deeper, shallower rhythm. “Oh, hell. Tawny…damn it…I…”

  His head fell back, the rest of the words lodged inside. With a growl, he came, shooting it down her throat. Watching as her cheeks hollowed out while she moved, as she took it, drank it down.

  When he pulled away, she continued to pump him, tried to follow with her mouth until he tangled his hand in her hair and jerked. “Stop,” he ordered.

  She panted, staring up at him, her neck arched.

  He swore, closed his eyes, that picture emblazoned on his mind—her breasts arched out, her mouth swollen and wet, hair half hanging in a tangle down her back.

  His control, shaky around her already, threatened to teeter out of control. “Maybe we should call it quits for now,” he rasped.

  “No.” She stared at him, her gaze hotly challenging.

  “Damn it, Tania. I’m a mess right now and I don’t want to scare you—”

  She shook her head. “If I tell you to stop, you will. I know you will. Right…Superman?”

  The word served as a reminder—it was both a challenge and a promise, one that brought a cold slap of sanity to his mind. During sex, that meant stop.

  Taking a deep breath, he nodded.

  He could do this.

  She needed it.

  And fuck, he needed her.

  “Stand up.”

  She did, wobbling a little from being on her knees so long. She went to step out of the heels, but he shook his head. “Keep them on. I want to see you bent over my desk, wearing just those.”

  She blushed and moved to do just that.

  As she leaned over the dented metal, he caught her panties and drew them down, tossing them aside after she’d stepped out of them. Then, wondering if she was really up to this, he moved closed and pressed against her.

  She stiffened, her spine arching.

  Oh…

  Tania whimpered as his hands came around and cupped her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples lightly. “Like that?”

  “Harder,” she whimpered. Then she moved her butt back against him. He hadn’t pulled his jeans back up and she could feel his length like a brand against her ass.

  He moved again, slow, steady strokes, stoking a fire low down in her belly.

  He let go one of breast to stroke a path down her spine, pausing to tease the crevice between her cheeks. When he pressed against her anus, she gasped.

  “I forget—how did you say you felt about anal sex?” he asked.

  She licked her lips. “I like it.”

  “A little? A lot?” He pushed one finger inside. “You like getting your ass fucked? A little? A lot?”

  “A lot…”

  “So if I decide one day I want to hear you begging me to fuck your ass, what will you do?”

  In the back of her mind, a harsh, ugly voice tried to stir.

  She shoved it back, concentrated on Drake. “I’ll probably do it.”

  “Good girl. And what if I say I want you to bend flat over that desk now and spread your cheeks for me so I can see you?”

  She moaned as the image shot through her mind. Then, slowly, she eased her weight flat against the desk, ignoring the pens, the papers, everything. Conscious of his gaze, she reached back and grasped the curves of her ass, spreading herself open for him.

  “That’s nice…”

  He pulled away and she realized he was backing up to stare at her. Craning her head, she stared over her shoulder at him. His gaze, rapt and dark, was cast down low and she whimpered, shuddered, realizing she was the reason he looked like that, the reason he looked so hungry. So hot. The reason those lovely blue eyes had gone opaque, the reason for the stark, hungry look. Her—Drake Bennett wanted her.

  He shifted his gaze to hers. “You like seeing me star
ing at you, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good, because I like looking at you. But I’m done being patient—I want to fuck you now.”

  Although he didn’t ask, she heard the question there.

  She nodded, closing her eyes. She went to push up.

  “I didn’t say move,” he warned her. “And I didn’t hear you.”

  The command in his voice had her shivering, shaking…aching. Easing back down, she whispered, “Yes, Drake.”

  “Good girl…and open yourself back up for me. I want to see you open for me like the nasty little slut you are.”

  She whimpered and obeyed, barely aware that he was moving, barely aware of anything but the intensity of his gaze focused on her ass, and the rich velvet of his words.

  “I’m thinking about what it will be like to fuck that ass, you know,” he muttered, his voice gruff. “And I’m trying to decide how I want to fuck you next while we work up to that.”

  Dimly, she realized he was distracting her—keeping her mind focused, and part of her wanted to be grateful, even as part of her wanted to beg him to have mercy. He had her so hot, she was already aching and it was almost too much.

  It was too much—she was all but rocking against the desk for relief by the time he came back to her.

  When he touched her, she braced herself, prepared for more hot, dirty words, but what he did was stroke a hand along her hip. “You okay?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want to turn around?”

  She tensed, then shook her head desperately. No—no. “And…don’t…don’t lay on me, please…”

  Soothingly, he stroked her hair. “I won’t. Anything else?”

  “Be dirty,” she muttered, slanted a look at him over her shoulder. “Really dirty, just like you’re doing. Call me your little bitch, talk about giving it to me in that ass—exactly what you’re doing. Whatever, just talk to me, let me hear your voice.”

  “I’ll be as dirty as you want,” he promised. “And I can’t wait to put my dick in your hot little pussy. I want to know you want it, though—do you want my dick in your hot little pussy, my sexy little bitch?”

  “Yes, oh yes…” She shuddered and gripped the cheeks of her ass, harder, aching…dying.

  “Good girl,” he muttered. “That’s what I needed to hear.”

  She cried out as she felt the head of his cock press against her, resting just there—right at her entrance. But he didn’t move—

  “Damn it, Drake,” she snarled, trying to push back, trying to take his length.

  He chuckled. “You want it so bad, don’t you, baby?” He gave her an inch and then pulled out. “How do you want it, though? You want a slow, soft fuck? Dirty, raunchy and fast, like the slut you are?”

  She panted and let go of her butt, bracing her elbows on the desk. Immediately, his hand fisted in her hair, lifted her up. She keened out his name, twisted on his dick. “You stopped,” he said quietly. “I like seeing you hold yourself open for me, and you stopped.”

  He rested one hand on the curve of her ass.

  She shuddered in delicious anticipation. Was he going to—

  “I think you did it just so I’d punish you,” he said, his voice harsh as he started to stroke her hip with a slow, gentle circle. There was just an edge of menace in his voice.

  Enough to make her tense, even as she clenched down around him.

  “Is that it, my nasty little fuck toy? You want to be punished?”

  She panted out, tugged against the hand he had fisted in her hair.

  “Answer me,” he growled.

  “Yes.”

  He spanked her and she cried out, arching back. That simple movement drove his cock deeper inside her pussy. She clenched down around him with a sob. He spanked her again and then used his right foot to nudge hers over. “Close your legs. I want you tighter,” he muttered as he let go of her hair and braced both hands on her hips. “Ah, yeah. Damn it, Tania, you’re so fucking hot. I need you so bad…”

  The naked emotion, the heat left her trembling. “Drake, please…”

  He shafted her, deep and hard, each stroke sending her bouncing up onto her toes from the force of it. Sweet, sweet pain sang through her and she cried out, feeling the orgasm edge closer, closer.

  A big hand cupped her left breast, tweaking her nipple hard. “I want you to come for me, Tawny,” he growled, dipping his head and pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades. Still careful to keep his weight off of her, he braced his hands on the desk, surrounding her with his body but not overpowering her with it. “Push that cute little ass of yours back against me, ride my dick and come.”

  She shuddered and clenched around him, sobbing. “I can’t. l—”

  “Yes, you can.” He pulled one hand away from the desk and stroked it down the middle of her torso, closing in on the area between her thighs where she ached and burned.

  She caught her breath, braced for him to touch her clit.

  He spanked her instead, lightly swatting the swollen little bud with his fingers—hard, firm little swats as he dug his cock into her. She tensed, shuddering. “That’s it,” he whispered. “Come…my hot, hot little bitch. Tell you what, you come for me and I’ll let you suck me off again, or maybe I’ll fuck the hot little hole of your ass, whatever makes you hotter…”

  With a broken cry, she climaxed, shuddering around his cock and twisting, writhing, riding him.

  “That’s it. Yeah, that’s pretty…”

  She listened to him talk her through it, focused on his voice…and realized he was making her hot all over again. Even as he was making her melt, in a completely different way.

  With a sigh, she sank against his desk. But before she had a chance to relax, he turned her over. “Stay there,” he whispered, pressing a hand between her breasts.

  She watched drowsily as he pulled his rubber off and then palmed his cock and started to stroke.

  Her mouth parted.

  He grinned at her, panting. “You look like you’re getting hungry again,” he muttered as he jacked himself hard and fast.

  “I’ve always loved watching a guy do that,” she whispered, staring raptly at his erection, at the tip, visible over his pumping fist.

  When the spurt of white jetted out and landed on her belly, she gasped, closed her eyes. Drake leaned over, one hand braced next to her side. “You know, you really could ruin me for any other woman,” he muttered, tracing the tip of his finger through the come on her belly. “How did you get to be so damn hot and sexy?”

  She smiled at him. “I like sex.” Then she shrugged. “It…well, I’d only been with one other guy before Kyle and it wasn’t good with him. But Kyle…and you. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying it…” Abruptly, she grinned at him as she realized something. “And I’m not afraid of it right now.”

  Staring at him, she reached up and curled her hands over his shoulders. “Come here.”

  Lids low over his eyes, he muttered, “I’ve made a mess all over you.”

  “I don’t care. Come here…” She gasped as she felt his weight pressing into her. Gasped, then smiled. “Make love to me,” she whispered.

  He glanced around and his gaze landed on the packet of rubbers.

  She let go long enough for him to pull one on and then she pulled him back to her, wrapped her arms around his shoulders. “No…no games this time. Just make love to me,” she said, pressing her mouth to his.

  He cupped her face in his hands and whispered, “Gladly…”

  Tears stung her eyes as she lost herself in the gentle, almost worshipful touch of his hands, his kisses. No, she didn’t need fun and games all the time.

  Sometimes, she needed just this—and just then, she needed it desperately. She reveled in the feel of his weight, in his strength, knowing that he’d never use it against her in a way that would harm her, scar her.

  She ran her hands along his sides, his arms, learning the feel of his body, the way muscle played un
der flesh. She learned his taste, learned that he shuddered when she stroked the small of his back, that he groaned when she sank her nails into the taut flesh of his ass.

  And she learned that when he brought her to climax with care and ease, he managed to bring tears to her eyes and an ache to her heart.

  Chapter Six

  “What are we doing here?” Tania stared as Drake pulled into the parking lot of the small store. The bright white sign, marked with purple script, glowed down on them as he came around to let her out.

  “Picking something up,” he said obliquely. He gave her a crooked smile as he opened the door and held out a hand. She scooted to the edge of the seat, awkwardly trying to stand as best she could without flashing the entire parking lot—thankfully it was empty.

  You’ve only got yourself to blame for this, she told herself. That morning she’d woken up and texted Drake a message on impulse. I want to play tonight.

  His reply had been: Wear the red coat and heels. Only the red coat and heels.

  She was stark naked under it. It was a little too cold for it, but he had the heater nice and toasty when he picked her up. “We’re not going to a movie or anything, are we?” she’d asked him nervously.

  He’d given her a wicked smile. “I’d never even thought about that.”

  He didn’t take her to a movie, though. Just here to this store infamous for its sexy lingerie and sexy toys.

  With his hand resting on the small of her back, he led her inside. “Gee, do I get to pick out some clothes to wear?” she quipped.

  His hand slid down, rested just above the curve of her ass. “No. I like thinking about you naked under there for me.” Then he dipped his head and murmured, “You know what? I think I might have you open that coat up for me in the back room, let me take a peek…”

  “No,” she snarled.

  “No?” He nipped her earlobe, squeezed her ass.

  They rounded the corner and she gulped when she saw that the back room where all the toys were kept was empty. Drake glanced around and then pulled her in front of him. “No? You don’t want to show me that hot little body of yours and know I’m thinking about it while we’re driving to my place? That I’m going out of my mind knowing there’s nothing between us but red leather?”