The Dossier Series Boxed Set

by Cathryn Fox

  A cry slips from her lips as she tosses her head back. “Yes,” she answers.

  Good enough for me. I grip her chin, squeezing lightly until she opens her mouth for me. “This fucking mouth. As much as I want to hear it scream my name, I want my cock in it more.”

  I bend forward and attack her lips, my tongue seeking entrance, wetting her pretty mouth even more to prepare it for my cock. She kisses me back, and our tongues tangle. Fuck, she’s a good kisser. So good I don’t want to stop. If I didn’t have other things I need to do to her—need her to do to me—I could spend the night with my mouth on hers and be as happy as fuck.

  “Lift your dress and open your legs. I want you spread wide when you suck my cock.”

  She inches her legs open, and I glimpse her hot, pink lips glistening in the lamplight. Goddammit, I can’t wait to lick her, make her come hard. I want to give it to her so fucking good that she’ll forget she’s putting on an act. But I’m going to make her wait a bit for it. If she wants to play a game with me, I can damn well play one with her, too.

  I grab my tie and shackle her wrists behind her back, keeping the knot loose enough that she can get out if she needs to, even though her eyes and body language tell me this is exactly what she wants. Her warm breath flutters across my face as I lean over her. “Keep your hands here. You’re going to get me off with your mouth only.”

  I step back, rip into my pants, and kick them off. As I expose my cock, the color in her cheeks darkens. I take my cock into my hand and stroke the long length of it. Hot blood fills my veins, and I throb. It feels good, but her mouth is going to feel better. “So this is what you wanted to see?”

  She nods, her mouth opening and closing like she wants to say something but can’t. I kind of dig the way she’s looking at my cock—like she seriously wants a taste. Who am I to disappoint her? Although, I’m a bit worried that as soon as her hot mouth takes me deep, I might just erupt down the back of her throat. My cock grows impossibly thicker, and I’m sure I’ve never been so hard in my life.

  I move back into her personal space until her mouth is poised at my cock. “Open wide,” I say, and run my thumb along her wet bottom lip. Christ, she looks so fucking hot I’m about to shoot off before she even touches me. She obliges, and I push my thumb into her mouth and shake my head. “You think my cock is going to fit in here?”

  She whimpers and shifts on the bed like she’s struggling with the bind, but I know she likes it. As much as I want to feel her soft hands on me, touching my body and stroking my cock, this time I’ll keep her tied because it seems to be part of the fantasy she’s built up in her head. Next time will be different.

  Next time?

  Yeah, who am I trying to kid? There’s going to be a next time. One time is so not going to cut it after waiting an eternity for this, and we still have the whole weekend to play.

  I slide my crown into her mouth, and her lips close around me. I rock my hips, giving her an inch at a time. Fuck, that feels good. I hold the back of her head as she swallows me, her mouth so wet and hot that I moan loudly. That seems to urge her on. Her head bobs, and I follow the motion with my hands until I hit the back of her throat and she chokes a little. She pulls back and a cry slips from her lips, one of pleasure not pain, and it tells me so much about her.

  “Try harder,” I command in a soft voice, and her body vibrates. I grin at her reactions. Christ, who knew we’d make such a great team in the bedroom. I like giving orders and she likes taking them. She relaxes her throat, and I slide in deeper. I’m practically halfway down her damn throat, my cock stretching her neck. She’s going to be rewarded for this. “Yeah, Kitten. You’re so good at that.”

  Tenderness moves through me, and I inch out to give her air, knowing she’s taken me far too deep as it is. She licks my crown then runs her tongue over the length of me. I grab my balls, and she dips her head lower to suck one into her mouth. Oh, shit. My cock throbs as she licks, and I grip her hair.

  “Put my cock in your mouth,” I order.

  She takes me back in, and my blood pumps faster as I let go and spurt down her throat. My heart squeezes as I look at her happily drinking me in. She’s so fucking good, trying so hard to be bad, that I want nothing more than to please her.

  I stop pumping and inch out. I brush my thumb over her mouth then wipe the wetness on my leg. “Come here, Kitten.” I pull her to her feet, and her dress falls back to her thighs. I touch the material, dip my finger under the hem. Using a soft touch, I slide up her inner thigh until I reach her wet sex.

  “You’re soaked,” I murmur, and lightly brush my thumb over her clit. The heat of her skin is almost more than I can take.

  “Sean,” she whispers as her body begs for relief. “Oooh.”

  I apply a bit more pressure, pinching the tip, then run my finger down her slick folds. She wiggles slightly, and deciding she’s had enough torture, I push my finger all the way inside her tight hole.

  “Yes,” she cries, rubbing up against me like a…well, like a kitten.

  I pull out only to push back in again, and her legs are so shaky it’s a wonder she can still stand. I remove my finger and she groans in disappointment, but it turns to a moan when I reach behind her back and unzip the dress that is totally in my way. I remove the tie from her hands and toss it over my shoulder. She wiggles slightly and the dress falls to her feet.

  As she faces me in nothing but a bra and high heels, looking like a sex kitten, I take a long moment to just drink in the sight, to memorize it so I can whack off to it when this weekend comes to an end. Her teeth rake over her bottom lip as I take my sweet time looking at her, and in turn she gazes the length of me, and a little gasp catches in her throat when she sees my cock hardening all over again. Yeah, that’s what she does to me.

  “Turn,” I say.

  She spins on those ridiculous high heels, her sweet ass aimed my way. I unhook her bra, let it fall to the floor, and slide my hands around her ribcage. I brush the underside of her breasts, then take her nipples between my fingers and rub. I nudge her a little, until her knees hit the bed.

  “This ass,” I say. “It’s mine.” I pull my hand back, and with my fingers splayed wide, give a little slap. She gasps, and I rub the sting my big palm leaves behind. But when she wiggles, I whack her again, only this time I add a bit more strength.

  “Yes,” she cries out.

  I pull the tie from my shoulder and loop it around her hands again, a little tighter this time. I want her to know she’s restrained, that she’s my toy, under my command. She cries out in bliss, and I press my mouth to the shell of her ear. “That’s just the start of what you’re going to get for shaking your ass at me tonight.”

  I push a knee between her legs and spread them wide, then nudge her forward until her shoulders are on the bed. I look at my handiwork, and when I see her ass in the air, her sweet pussy wide open, I nearly sob with pleasure.

  I step back in to her and give her another slap, and she whispers my name. I drop to my knees and bury my face between her legs. The second I taste her sweetness, pure lust fills me, and the need to bury myself in her balls deep strips away my ability to think with any sort of clarity. Lust provoking me, I probe her with my tongue, opening her up and exploring her deep. She pushes back, rubbing herself on my face, and my cock grows so hard a shudder races through me.

  I steal a quick glance at her. Her upper body is moving, her breasts pushing against the soft bedding as her hair spills over her shoulders. Fuck, she’s sexy. Returning my focus to the heat between her legs, I lick her again and run circles around her swollen clit. I shove a finger into her, and her muscles quake. She’s so damn close, but I don’t want her to come just yet. I need a deeper, more thorough taste first.

  It’s fucking insane how much I want her.

  I pull my finger out and replace it with my tongue, licking and fucking her bare sex until she’s nothing but a quivering mess.

  “Look at you, all hot and desperate to
come,” I say, breathing the words over her pussy. I grip her thighs and squeeze, my fingers leaving little red marks as I widened her even more. Her pussy spreads open and I push two fingers inside. She bucks against me, and with my other hand I stroke her clit.

  Jesus, she’s really something.

  “Oh, yes,” she moans, and just like that, she comes all over me. I keep my fingers inside, giving her the length of them to clench down on, and once the tremors subside, I push my face between her legs. Honest to fuck, I’ve never tasted anything sweeter.

  I grab my pants, pull out a condom, and quickly roll it on. With her ass still in the air, I hold her hips for leverage and push my cock into her. I drive in so hard and deep she gasps and grips the tie binding her hands. My heart misses a beat as I look at her, feel her squeeze around me.

  Un-fucking-believable, and way better than any juvenile fantasy I’ve ever had.

  “Your pussy is so fucking hot and tight, Kitten. It feels so good around my cock that I might not ever take it out.”

  She glances at me over her shoulder, and the sweet scent of her shampoo reaches my nose and damn near does me in. It’s all I can do to hang on. My heart thunders in my ears as I strive for a measure of control. What the fuck? I’ve never lost control before. I glance down to watch the way my cock slides in and out of her. I push and grind deep, then pull out again.

  She begins to pant and rear back harder to meet my every thrust. As she moves with me, I grab one shoulder to hold her down and slip the other hand between her legs to stroke her clit. She whimpers and moves with me, pushing against me and massaging my cock with her tight pussy. Fuck, I could get used to this.

  Careful, Sean, it’s just a weekend fling.

  The second I apply more pressure to her clit, her muscles squeeze my cock so hard the room fades to black. “Fuck, yes,” I groan.

  As her pleasure resonates through me, my cock throbs inside her, and on her last clench, I throw my head back and let go, wishing I didn’t have a damn condom on because I want all my cum inside her. I fall over her, lost in a fog of pleasure, and work to catch my breath as I ride out the pulses.

  Talk about rocking my fucking world.

  “Sean,” she whispers, and I shift to the side so I’m not crushing her. I remove the condom, wrap it in a tissue, and drop it into the waste can. Then I run my hand down her back, watching little goose bumps form as I free her hands. I roll her and catch a warm, sexy, sated look in her eyes when they meet mine. I might not be a religious man like my father, but as she looks at me, a miracle happens between my legs.

  She bites her bottom lip and glances down at my cock with renewed interest. “Oh,” she says, her lashes fluttering innocently. With her hands free, she reaches out and gathers my hard appendage in her palms, stroking lightly as I grow.

  “Yeah. Oh,” I respond, and reposition her in the bed. I fall over her, my hands going to her face as my mouth crashes down on hers again. The woman is fucking addictive, and I plan to have my way with her again—all weekend, really—even though we agreed on a one-shot deal. Now, how to convince her?

  Chapter Five

  Kennedy

  Oh. My. God.

  I’ve heard the term fucked silly before, but until last night, I had no idea what it meant. Now, I do, because instead of putting sugar in my coffee, I grabbed the salt packet and added it. But I don’t care that Sean fucked me senseless and I’m messing up the most menial task. Zero brain cells this morning is a small price for the three orgasms he gave me last night. Talk about epic sex. If only I could wipe the stupid smile off my face.

  Honestly, I can’t freaking believe he tied my hands—spanked me, even. I never expected that. But holy hell, it was hot.

  I’d sneaked out in the middle of the night after he fell asleep. If I know what’s good for me, I’ll jump on a plane today and get the hell out of London while the getting’s good. Any more time with him and it’s quite possible I could want more. But heck, we agreed to a one-night affair, and he doesn’t know who I am, anyway.

  I gesture to the waiter for a fresh cup of coffee and peruse the brochures I’d grabbed from the front lobby. But in my peripheral vision, I spot Sean and the man he was with the day I arrived entering the hotel’s dining room. Heat moves through me as his gaze slides over mine, and when his mouth quirks in a smile and he runs his hand down his tie, I quiver deep between my legs.

  Oh God, who do you think you’re kidding, Kennedy? You do want more.

  Yeah, I should flee, leave with the great memories I have before I do something stupid, like fall for him. But I promised him I’d go to the cocktail party tonight, and while I have no plans to take his money, this is Sean and I want to help him out—even though he was a bossy jerk when we were young.

  He’s still bossy, but damned if it doesn’t work on him now. My mind rushes back to all the orgasms I had last night, the greedy way he took command of me, and there is nothing I can do to stop my body from quivering.

  Whichever girlfriend set this adventure up for me, I’m going to owe her big time. Next month is Reese’s birthday, and I drew her name that fateful night two years ago. I’m going to have to think long and hard to give her an epic adventure. Although I’m sure nothing could ever stack up to mine.

  As I mull that over, the waiter brings my coffee and Sean walks by my table. His warm scent overrides the fresh java and reaches my nostrils. I breathe him in and look up to find his gaze still locked on mine. Only this time he’s not smirking. No, he’s glaring at me like he’s going to give me another spanking. A good, hard one this time.

  What the hell?

  “Excuse me,” he says to the guy he’s with, who continues to make his way through the dining room as Sean stops at my table.

  “Kitten,” he says through clenched teeth. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  “Having coffee.”

  His nostrils flare, anger lighting his eyes. “That’s not what I mean.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask, as my insides flutter with excitement at the dark, warning tone in his voice.

  “You’re not to get out of my bed unless I say so. My territory, my rules, remember? You sneaking out wasn’t part of the deal. I’m pissed off, Kitten, and you’re going to pay for that.”

  “I didn’t realize.”

  “Now you do, which means we need to rectify this.”

  “How will we do that?”

  “Tonight. You. Back in my bed. You don’t leave until I tell you to. If I must tie you down tight to force you to stay, I will.”

  Oh my God, yes!

  “It was just supposed to be a one-time thing,” I say, pretending to be calm and collected even though I’m anything but. My entire body is on fire, the hot spot between my legs urging me to head back to his bed right freaking now.

  “And now it’s a two-time thing.”

  “You’re kind of bossy. What makes you think you can just change the terms now?”

  “You want to negotiate, Kitten? We’ll negotiate. What will it take for me to get you back into my bed, short of putting you over my shoulder and carrying you there like a fucking caveman?”

  I gasp. “You wouldn’t.”

  “Try me.”

  I steal a quick glance around the room and open my mouth, but I have no idea what to say. Of course I want what he’s offering, but damn, another night with Sean will be emotional suicide at best. The truth is I’ve been in love with the jerk since I was a kid, and seeing him again brought all those old feelings to the surface. It’s no wonder I can’t seem to have relationships with other men, can’t find the sexual satisfaction I’m looking for. I think I’ve been holding out for Sean all these years.

  Great. Just flipping great.

  “Tell me what you want?” he says.

  You.

  “I have everything I want.”

  Liar.

  “Fine, then. This isn’t about you. It’s about me, and what you owe me.”

  I lift my cup
to my mouth and hold it there. “What could I possible owe you?”

  “I rubbed my cock for you, remember? You said that’s what you wanted to see when you were in the booth, so I gave you what you wanted.”

  My cup clatters on the saucer as I drop it. “Sean,” I hiss out, and shoot a glance around to see if anyone has overheard him. He doesn’t seem to care, though. “I remember,” I whisper, hoping he’ll lower his voice to meet mine, but he doesn’t.

  “I told you I’d do that if I got the same in return. We did a lot of things last night, Kitten, but not once do I recall you playing with yourself for me.”

  “So, that’s all it is, then?” Please don’t let it be all it is. Please don’t let it be all it is. “You just want to see me play with myself. Is that what this is about?”

  “Yeah, it’s about that. But it’s about fucking, too. It’s always about the fucking, Kitten.”

  Needing to wet my dry throat so I can speak, I take a sip of my coffee. As I swallow, he leans in and presses his hot mouth to my ear. “I want you to spread that sweet pussy and rub your clit for me. Better yet, I’ll order in some toys and you can show me how you get off when you’re alone. Hell, maybe I’ll even get one of the small vibrators and make you wear it to the cocktail party tonight.”

  I sit there staring at him, a mouthful of coffee burning my tongue, but I can’t seem to swallow as heat bombards me. He grins like he’s getting off on knowing how much he’s torturing me—how much he’s going to punish me—then says, “I’ll pick you up in your room at six sharp. We’ll go to the cocktail party, we’ll play nice for my client, then when I get you alone, you’re going to get everything but nice from me.”

  I finally swallow my coffee, and it slides painfully down my throat as every muscle in my body tightens with anticipation. Sean turns from me, and I take in his impeccable suit and fine, athletic body as he saunters away, acting confident and composed, like he didn’t just tell me he’s going to watch me masturbate—or wear a goddamn vibrator to his meeting.