by Unknown
She stilled, her pain hidden but for the silent, gut-wrenching flow of tears wetting his shirt.
Assured of the inquiry’s direction, he continued. “His buddy Minh-wei owns floating casinos. Before then, he ran an underground gambling ring. He’s rumored to prefer his women virginal—and too young.”
When he captured her chin and made her look into his eyes, she clenched her fingers over his wrist. “I wasn’t forced.”
Gentling his hold, he kissed the tears off her face. “I know.” Earlier, she’d been afraid of her own arousal, not of him. “It makes no difference to me. Spit it out. Bottling things up doesn’t help either of us.”
She squeezed her eyes shut. “Our driver dropped me off at a hotel to meet a family friend. He had a handsome face. He bought me dinner, gave me a necklace. For hours, he smiled and laughed at whatever I said. His voice had been kind, his hands gentle. He was nice—before him, no one had paid me much attention. I was a poor relation, an orphaned one at that. By the time I stepped into the elevator, I had stars in my eyes.”
When she trembled, he held her tight.
“In the room, he told me to shower… and to come out wrapped in a towel. When I did, he pointed at the bed. I wanted to do whatever would please him. I was so eager to please him—with my hands, with my mouth, with my body, whatever he wanted. When he was ready, I spread my legs for him like the good little whore he’d bought.” Her fingernails clawed into his skin. “Afterward, I was so tired my head spun. I couldn’t see straight. There was a knock. He opened the door. My uncle walked in. And then they talked about me… about how it felt to… about what I’d done. They wouldn’t stop laughing.”
She bit down on her lower lip, hard enough it turned red, then white. “Now you know.”
Cursing, he gripped the back of her head, tightening his hold until pain cleared the shadows from her eyes. “Nothing you’ve told me changes a thing.” Besides how badly both men would suffer.
“I want to believe you,” she whispered.
“Listen carefully,” he gritted out. “I’ve never lied to you. Your past is your past. I know who you are, perhaps better than you know yourself.” And in this moment, nothing he said would get through to her. Actions spoke a lot louder than words.
Closing his mouth over her abused lip, he struggled to keep the kiss gentle even as he spun them around and pushed her onto her back.
“I want you. I like it when you soften under me.” Slow and easy, he teased her with teeth and tongue, coaxing her into a sensuous dance that surrounded them both in a fiery haze. “I like how your spine arches when I touch your breasts. I can’t get enough of your little moans.”
Her hands ran up his arms before clasping behind his neck. Then she stiffened. A frustrated groan escaped her throat. “I hate that they did this to me.”
“Hold on.” He lifted her wrists over her head and positioned them against the wrought iron bed frame. “It’s your turn anyway.”
Rolling off her, he dug through his nightstand and came back with a pair of handcuffs. Hooking them around the metal bar, he fastened on the felted restraints before returning to the task of kissing her senseless.
By the time he’d taken his full, her breaths had turned ragged, and a dreamy euphoria glazed her midnight eyes. Nudging her to lie on her side, he settled behind her with one arm banding over her chest. His other hand slid down her belly to undo the fastenings of her jeans. She voiced an inarticulate protest as he peeled the denim down her narrow hips.
He bit her earlobe in silent warning. “You’re mine to play with. Don’t move.”
He left the waistband circling her thighs so she couldn’t move her legs. When he ground the heel of his hand over her mound, she moaned and struggled futilely against the cuffs. The squirms pressed her ass into his groin. If he hadn’t just come, it would have been impossible not to fuck her.
He tugged down her panties, exposing her to his hands and eyes. He made an approving sound when he found her neat slit covered in telltale moisture. Shifting his top arm, he slid his hand under her tank top to fondle her breasts. When she whimpered, he brushed his middle finger over her clit.
Relishing her truncated pants as he coated his fingertips, he tugged her bra to the side so he could pinch her nipples. He distracted her with hard, alternating tugs as he pushed a finger in. “Damn, you’re tight.”
Grinding his palm over her clit, he pumped her with slow, steady strokes, his other hand switching between her breasts to even out the torture. She turned into the pillow to muffle her cries. He let the transgression slide for now. Next time, he wanted to hear her scream.
When her inner muscles clenched and unclenched in an erratic rhythm, he pulled out to delay her climax. Spreading her folds to expose her swollen clit, he lightly squeezed the nub. Spasming, she rewarded his efforts with a high-pitched whine.
With that prelude, he circled her clit using his thumb while he fingered her hard and fast. Her hips bucked, and he sped up. The handcuffs clinked against the metal bar as she shifted to meet his hand. When she threw her head against his shoulder and bit back a muted scream, he nipped her soft neck and sucked, intensifying the mark he’d left on the porch.
Despite its rough beginning, he anticipated having thoroughly enjoyable honeymoon.
About the Author
Globetrotter, lover of languages, and romance author, Tara Quan has an addiction for crafting tales with a pinch of spice and a smidgen of kink. Inspired by her travels, she enjoys tossing her kick-ass heroines into exotic contemporary locales, supernatural worlds, and post-apocalyptic futures. Her characters, armed with magical powers or conventional weapons, are guaranteed a suspenseful and sensual ride, as well as their own happily ever after.
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Neighborhood Watch
Jocelyn Dex
Happily married Astral would never cheat on her husband, but when the moving guy next door sparks her exhibitionist fantasy, will she take it too far and get herself in trouble?
Astral pulled her car into the driveway and gaped at the shirtless man carrying boxes from the moving van into the house next to hers. The house had been for sale for more than a year and she’d enjoyed the privacy, but if he was what was moving in, she wouldn’t complain.
His broad shoulders, muscular calves and sandy-brown hair were enough to make her ignore the Texas heat and sit in her car, watching the show, until she couldn’t breathe anymore. Good god, what a piece of art he was.
She took her time walking to the mailbox, glancing over to watch his muscles bunch as he transferred box after box from the van to the house. She lingered when he disappeared inside, hoping to get one more look at him before she went inside to start dinner. As she strolled up the driveway, he reappeared, saw her, gave her a wave, a panty-wetting smile and said, “Howdy neighbor.”
Astral laughed at the cheesiness of that, but it gave her a reason to walk over and introduce herself. She held out her hand and electricity danced on her skin when he shook it. Close up, she could see his eyes were a mesmerizing deep green. Jesus. Yum.
“I’m Astral,” she offered. “Are you the new neighbor?”
“Paul,” he said. “No, I’m doing a favor for my friend. He got called outta town on business so I’m moving his stuff and housesitting this weekend.”
A mixture of disappointment and relief flooded her. While she’d love to look at his picturesque physique on a daily basis, she was a happily married woman and didn’t really need the constant temptation. And what a temptation he presented. God, even as sweaty as he was, he smelled scrumptious, all manly and spicy.
“He must be a good friend for you to be moving his stuff in this heat,” she said.
“Yeah he is, but he’s also paying me…very well.” He grinned and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
She gave him one last not-so-subtle once over and barely suppressed an awestruck sigh. “Well, it’
s good to meet you.”
“Yeah, you too. I’m sure I’ll see you around,” he said and winked at her.
Astral fanned herself with the mail as she walked away from him. Once inside, she chucked the mail on the kitchen counter and pulled out some fresh vegetables she and her husband, Dane, had bought at the farmers market. They’d decided to do healthy meals on Friday, so she whipped up some vegetable soup. Quick and easy.
As she stirred the vegetable concoction, her mind drifted to Paul. It wasn’t every day her eyes had a chance to feast on a straight-up sex-god-looking man. While it was true that her husband was gorgeous, and she loved and desired him, she wasn’t blind and didn’t see the harm in checking out the occasional man-candy.
Two hours later, the jiggling of the front door knob signaled her husband’s arrival. He came up behind her, hugging her and kissing the back of her head, a bottle of wine in one hand.
“Hey hot stuff. How was your day?”
She turned around and kissed him deeply in answer, pressing her body against his.
His dark brown eyes widened as he set the wine on the counter. “Wow. That good?”
Her brief meet and greet with Paul had made her more than a little frisky and her husband was going to reap the rewards. “Yep,” she said. “How about yours?”
“It just got better.” Dane smiled seductively.
Astral pulled the soup out of the fridge, popped the top on the container and held it under Dane’s nose. “Dinner’s ready, if you’re hungry.”
“Mmm. Smells great. Let’s eat light and save room for dessert,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.
She set the container down and kissed him again. “Sounds like a fantastic idea.”
She filled two bowls with the soup as he uncorked the wine and filled their glasses. They carried the fare to the back porch and chatted about their work day and how glad they were for the weekend.
“Looks like we have a new neighbor,” he said after swallowing a spoonful of soup. “I saw the moving van out front.”
“Yeah. The guy moving the stuff is just a friend. The new neighbor is out of town on business.” When he raised an eyebrow, her cheeks burned. “Oh, I introduced myself after checking the mail.”
“Well, does the friend seem decent? You can tell a lot about a person by the kind of people they hang out with.” He dabbed a stray drop of soup from the corner of his mouth.
Her skin prickled, thinking about the electricity she’d felt just shaking Paul’s hand, how those deep green eyes and broad shoulders had drawn her in, the sweat making his skin glisten. “Yeah,” she said more breathlessly than she’d intended, “he seems really nice, polite, friendly.” Sexy, delectable, cream-worthy.
She felt a little guilty for the images floating around in her mind while she and her husband sat there chatting, but reminded herself it was only fantasy.
Dane nodded as he sipped his wine. “That’s good. Don’t want any deviants, derelicts or general assholes living next door.”
“True.” She laughed and finished her wine. “Gotta watch out for those general assholes.”
He chuckled, his smile lighting up his ruggedly handsome face. “You know what I mean.”
Leaning across the table, she gave him a quick kiss. “I do.”
“You finished?” he asked, indicating her bowl. She nodded and Dane carried the soup bowls inside, then came back out and took the glasses in for a refill.
The sun had dropped below the horizon, the night a dark one, hardly any stars visible, but their porch was softly lit by the solar star lights Astral had purchased and strung around the ceiling. She loved the soft glow of them as they gave the porch an ethereal feel in the dark of night.
There were no lights next door, but through the slats of the wooden fence separating the yards, she saw the tip of a cigarette glowing and caught the light scent of burning tobacco drifting through the air. She squinted and the next time Paul took a drag, she caught a glimpse of his face. He was looking right at her. Her body instantly burned, nerve endings tingled. How long had he been watching her?
She turned her head to look in the kitchen window and saw her husband on the phone, an annoyed expression on his face. Must be work related.
Astral blamed the wine for the naughty ideas running through her mind. When she looked back to the fence, she slid her hands up the back of her shirt, unhooked her bra and pulled it out one sleeve, letting it drop to the ground before undoing the top three buttons of her shirt. Then she stood, kicked off her shoes, hiked up her skirt and slowly peeled her panties off. It felt fantastically dirty and she giggled at her audaciousness.
Turning in her chair so she was facing the fence, she brazenly propped one leg on the table, exposing herself to his gaze. God, she couldn’t believe she was doing this, but it was such a fucking turn-on. She’d never do it if it was with someone she’d see every day, but she didn’t have to worry about that with him.
A moment of guilt set in spoiling her fun. What if it was a woman next door and Dane was putting on a peep show for her? Would Astral be upset? No. She trusted him and had to admit the idea turned her on.
Another quick peek over her shoulder confirmed her husband was still on the phone. Looking back to the fence, she searched for the glow of the cigarette and was disappointed when she didn’t see it. Maybe he hadn’t been looking at her and she’d only imagined her exhibitionism.
A low voice startled her. “Don’t stop.”
Holy shit, she couldn’t see him, but he must have been right up on the fence. Even with the heat, a chill ran through her system. She hesitated, her face burning but then pulled her shirt to the side, exposing a breast and plucked at her nipple until it was a tight bud. She heard the word “nice” through the fence. Encouraged, she slid her hand between her legs, just resting it there. Her body jittered with excitement, anxiety, and yearning.
“Touch your pussy,” he whispered.
This was beyond naughty and not at all what she’d intended, but she couldn’t resist sliding a finger through her wet lips and rubbing her clit with languid strokes.
She jumped and turned her chair back around when the door opened and her husband said, “Sorry. Work issue.” Dane’s eyes bugged and he almost spilled the wine when he noticed Astral’s state of undress. “Wow, what’s going on out here?”
“I’m hot,” she said, adding just the right inflection to her tone to let him know it wasn’t just the weather.
His eyes darkened. “Yes, you definitely are.” He set the glasses on the table and bent down, sucking her exposed nipple into his mouth, drawing a moan from her.
The excitement overrode any embarrassment she might feel at the prospect of an outsider peeking in on the intimate scene.
Dane’s mouth relinquished her nipple. “Let’s take this inside.”
“No,” she said a little too frantically. “I mean, I like it out here.”
He looked around as if trying to determine if it was safe to do so. Her breath caught in her throat when he stared at the fence a little too long.
“Come on,” she urged, rubbing his cock through his pants. “It’ll be fun.” She stood and moved to the side of the table facing the fence, hiked her skirt up higher so her drenched pussy glistened in the glow of the solar stars. Her husband followed, grabbed a cushion off one of the chairs and kneeled on it in front of her.
“You’re a wickedly shameless wife.” His lips curled in a devious smile as he spread her legs wide and buried his face in her cunt, feasting on her juices. A small light came on next to the fence. She practically came knowing Paul was still watching. She squinted and saw the light illuminated his hand stroking his cock. Holy crap.
She watched, mesmerized as Paul worked himself with long, slow strokes while her husband’s tongue flicked across her clit. The physical and visual stimulation pushed her close to the edge.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she fisted her husband’s hair, pulling him closer, demanding more. Red hot zaps
of energy spiked out from her clit through her body. Sweat beaded on her forehead. She wailed, tugging harder on her husband’s hair as she came apart, her body tensing, releasing, exploding.
As the waves of climax subsided, her husband stood, pulled his shirt over his head, used it to wipe her juices from his mouth, then kissed her. “You’re delicious,” he said. “And you’re so fucking wet.” He teased her pussy lips with light strokes of his fingers.
She pushed him back so she could stand, grabbed his hand and led him to the opposite side of the table. She unzipped his pants, pulled them down and off his legs, then did the same with his underwear. His cock stood tall and thick, a bead of pre-come glistening on the slit. She licked it off with one swipe of her tongue. Her husband groaned.
“Mmm. You taste pretty good yourself,” she said before setting the wine glasses aside and snatching a cushion off one of the chairs and placing it on the table. “Lie back.” He scooted onto the table, laid back and rested his head on the cushion. She grasped his cock, bent forward and sucked him into her mouth. At this angle, Paul should be able to clearly see her work her husband’s cock.
Dane’s groans of pleasure, the tangy taste of his pre-come on her tongue and the image of Paul stroking his cock while watching had juices running down her thighs. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been so turned on, so aware of every sexual sensation. The night air seemed to sizzle against her skin.
She moved her attention to his balls, sucking one into her mouth, gently swirling her tongue around it, while stroking his erection with her hand.
Dane’s body jerked as she moved her attention to his other ball. “I’m not gonna last if you keep that up.”
She licked him from base to crown, crawled onto the table, and straddled him. Clutching his cock, she slid the head back and forth through her dripping wet pussy lips. A huge smile curved her lips when the light at the fence came back on, spotlighting Paul’s masturbation scene.