Joe’s mouth left her nipple and licked a path down her belly. He stopped suddenly, and Darcy opened her eyes, ready to issue a protest.
Quentin had caught Joe by the hair.
“All right,” Joe growled.
Quentin disengaged his teeth from Joe’s wrist and let blood trickle down his chin. “Someone’s coming. If I leave you, you’re to play—only!”
Joe lifted an eyebrow. “Of course.”
Darcy rolled her eyes. An inch from orgasm, her body screamed for release, and the two of them were dividing territory. “You started this.”
Quentin grasped the back of her head. “And I’ll finish it.” He kissed her hard then stood to greet a tall, slim black man whose avid stare made Darcy want to crawl into a hole and hide.
Joe’s arms encircled her hips, and he drew her flush with his body, covering her from breast to hip.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and hugged him tightly. “Quentin’s leaving with him,” she whispered.
“Then let’s continue with the game plan.”
“I think you need to lose some clothing, too,” she grumbled.
Joe grinned. “It is hot in here. Will that make you feel better?”
Looking at his broad shoulders, she murmured, “Probably not.”
Joe pulled his T-shirt over his head. His deeply-tanned skin shone with perspiration. “I see now why you were so blown away.” He grimaced. “He’s a guy, but I was ready to come all over you when he was sucking on my arm.”
Darcy smiled at his look of disgust. “Mind-blowing, isn’t it?”
“I still have a hard-on that could pierce steel,” he said with a crooked smile.
Darcy knew. The shaft was pressed to the juncture of her thighs. Like a kid with her nose pressed to the candy store window, she eyed the wide expanse of muscle that spanned his chest. Her body was primed and well-oiled—desperate for release. “He said we could play.”
His expression looked troubled, a frown creasing his forehead. “Not the way I want to.”
Her hands caressed the tops of his shoulders. “The team’s not wired in, and Quentin told us to play. Betcha we can find a way to melt your metal.”
Joe chuckled. “I didn’t know you were such a nasty girl.” He leaned toward her and licked her lips. “Is it just coitus that’s strictly against Quentin’s rules?”
She sucked his tongue between her lips and bit gently. “You’re starting to sound like him.”
“God forbid.” He shuddered.
Darcy laughed and framed his face with her hands. “I think it’s fucking he has a problem with. He seems very possessive of my cunt.”
“Don’t blame him,” he muttered.
“But there’s so much else we could do.” She kissed him. “I’m so hot now, I can’t wait.”
A smile curved his lips. “We’re undercover. Have to play like the natives, don’t we?”
Darcy groaned. “Like I said, he started this.” Can I face Joe in the morning like nothing happened between us? Will our friendship change?
Joe’s grasp tightened on her hips. “Put your hands inside my pants, Darcy.”
She liked the baldness of his command. “Okay. You first.” She unsnapped his jeans and slid down the zipper. His sex sprang into her hands. His cock was fully engorged and hot to her touch. The skin stretching over it was smooth like satin. “Did I tell you how beautiful your cock is?”
Joe’s eyes closed for a moment. When he opened them again, his gaze was stark with longing. “Did I tell you, you have the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen?”
Thrilled by the compliment, she blushed. “You’re full of shit. You just want to fuck me.”
His cheeks flushed red, and his jaw tightened. “Hell, yeah. But, it’s true. Your nipples are dark pink, just like your pretty cunt.”
Darcy’s heart raced, and her hands squeezed his cock. She liked dirty talk.
Joe leaned forward to kiss her, and she glided her hands over his erection, up and down. Squeezing, twisting.
He leaned his forehead against hers and closed his eyes. “I’m already there, baby. I’m gonna come all over you.”
Darcy took his lips in a deep, grinding kiss and thrust her tongue inside while she pumped her hands faster.
He pulled his mouth from hers and gasped. “Shit!” Spurts of white pearlescent cum striped her bare belly.
“There are limits to my largesse.”
Darcy gasped and released Joe’s cock at Quentin’s curt tone. She looked up to see him standing over them, hands clenched at his sides.
Chest still heaving, Joe reached for his T-shirt and wiped Darcy’s belly clean. “Sorry about that, old man.” Only, he didn’t look sorry at all.
“Time to go.” After Joe stood, Quentin’s hand grasped Darcy’s, and he hauled her up into his arms. “You don’t seem to take instruction very well, my dear.”
With her jeans sagging mid-thigh, Darcy summoned what was left of her pride. “I make my own choices.”
“That’s where you’re wrong. You haven’t any choices. I’m making them for you. And by God, you will be mine.” His hands slid over her buttocks, and he tugged up her pants.
Darcy fumbled with the zipper and snap, and then gasped again when he spun her and reached for the halves of her halter.
His hands smoothed the fabric over her breasts, and then he fastened the clasp at the back of her neck.
Trembling, Darcy didn’t resist when one hand grasped her crotch and the other palmed her breast.
“Mine, Darcy,” he whispered in her ear.
*
Quentin followed close on Darcy’s heels as she sped to her front door. All night long, he’d simmered. The sight of her hands wrapped around Joe Garcia’s cock as the other man gained his satisfaction had boiled like an ulcer in his gut.
After two more fruitless stops at vampire dens, he finally had her to himself. He’d toyed with her breasts and sweet cunt at each of the hells until her fevered gaze and the aroma of her arousal had nearly driven him mad.
Joe had watched Quentin’s seduction, impotent, his fists on his thighs, his gaze bleak. When Joe’d finally dropped them at the curb in front of her house, he’d mumbled something about making reports and gunned the engine as he left.
This time, Quentin would have her to himself. No interruptions—and a bed beneath her back while he ravaged her senseless. After tonight, she’d have no doubts about which man she preferred between her legs.
Quentin didn’t heed the voice in the back of his mind warning him to woo her. He would take her. Fierce and hard.
Darcy fumbled with the keys and dropped them.
Quentin smiled, grim satisfaction filling him. She had reason to be nervous. He was going to eat her up. Wring every drop of sweet cream she had to give. After he taught her a lesson.
He stepped beside her and snatched the keys from the ground. Holding them out for her, he relished the tremor he detected when her hands accepted the keys.
This time, she opened the door and shoved it wide. “I’m tired. Goodnight,” she said over her shoulder, heading straight for her bedroom. With a jerk, she tried to slam her door closed.
Instead, he put out a hand to stop it, and he shoved the door open and advanced into the room, stalking her.
Darcy walked backward. “You’re angry. And I suppose—from your viewpoint—you have reason to be.”
His smile grew as she babbled and took a step backward for each one he advanced.
He admired the stubborn tilt of her chin. She didn’t lack courage.
“But you haven’t any right to your anger. You don’t own me.”
When her thighs met the side of the mattress, she tried to sidestep him, but he grasped the edges of her miniscule top and tore it down the middle, halving the slender strips of fabric. Perfect for what he had in mind.
Gasping, she backed onto the mattress and then crawled away on all fours.
Quentin leapt onto the bed and straddled her back
. His hand smoothed over her bare skin and cupped her shoulders.
She shuddered beneath him, the quaking raising his already rock-hard cock. “All right. You win. I want to fuck just as much as you do. You’ve been driving me crazy all night.”
He traced her spine with a finger. “I’m not giving you what you want. Not until you beg. And then, I’ll make you wait some more before I let you come.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Why? Don’t you trust me?”
“You have me pinned to the bed. Why should I?”
He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Because I’m about to become your whole world.” Her answering shiver of delight was all he’d hoped to arouse.
He stretched his hand along her arm until he reached her wrist. Her arm tensed, but she didn’t resist when he tied the fabric strip around her wrist. She was curious. More curious than afraid. Foolish girl! He eased off her and dragged her closer to the headboard, and then looped the fabric around one iron bar and tied it. He did the same with her other wrist. “Now, get on your knees.”
Darcy’s breath was harsh and coming faster. She struggled against her bonds and pulled herself into a kneeling position.
He reached around her body to the snap of her jeans and opened them, then smoothed the rough fabric over her hips and down her legs.
Raising one knee at a time, she helped him remove the pants.
He tossed them to the floor. “Do I have to tie your legs?”
“No,” she replied, her voice small.
Having subdued her, Quentin was ready to begin his campaign. “What do you want, Darcy?”
Her back quivered. “For you to touch me.”
With his hands on the soft skin of her buttocks, he almost lost his resolve. He parted her cheeks and pressed his thumb against her asshole. “Like this?”
“Quentin?” Her voice rose on a plaintive note.
“No?” He leaned down and tongued the rosy ring. “Like this?”
“Quentin!” Her breath caught.
“Is that all you want me to do?”
“No. I want you to fuck me.”
He kissed each cheek. “Well, we all have our little disappointments.”
He left the bed and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him.
“Quentin? Quentin!”
With her angry curses ringing in his ears, he strode into her kitchen and found a bottle of lousy Scotch. Pouring two fingers into a tumbler, he savored the bite of the liquor and willed his flesh to obey his command.
He wasn’t one to ponder over the deeper emotions, so he didn’t question why this particular woman raised his possessive hackles. He just accepted that she was his. The time had come for him to take a mate.
He imagined her, still perched with her shapely ass in the air, fighting her restraints. She’d spit nails at him right about now.
This might be a long night, but before the sun rose, she’d learn who was master.
*
Darcy woke to an incredible sensation. A hot, wet cloth swirled over her ass and in between her legs. She moaned and widened the gap between them. The cloth dipped to circle her cunt, and she lifted her hips. An invitation her tormentor couldn’t miss.
“You’re awake,” Quentin said, his tone matter-of-fact.
In an instant, she recalled everything. She tugged against the restraints, but they held. “What are you doing?”
“Preparing you, love. I don’t want Joe’s scent on your body when I take you.”
Darcy bit her lip. Her body remembered better where they’d left off. She still ached for completion after his diabolical seduction. He’d promised to make her cream. Instead, she’d been left to scrunch the bedding between her thighs in an attempt to masturbate herself.
“Get on your knees.” His voice held a self-satisfied tone.
He was enjoying her torment. She glowered, but complied immediately.
“Good girl.” His naked skin blanketed her back, and his cock slipped between her legs.
Darcy tilted her hips, hoping he’d slide right in.
“Not yet.”
She was afraid of that. Her legs trembled, and her cunt wept.
He brought the cloth to her neck, rubbed over her breasts, paying special attention to her aching nipples. Then he scrubbed her stomach. “That’s better.”
“I’m not going to beg,” Darcy said, hoping to incite an argument and break through his icy control.
He chuckled, a mirthless sound that worried her more.
“Your legs are shaking. I’ll make you more comfortable.” He reached past her and snagged a pillow, and then placed it beneath her belly. “Lie down on this.”
Darcy lowered herself, disturbed to find the pillow raised her ass. She was positioned for his pleasure.
His hands cupped a buttock each then glided to her thighs. “Loosen your legs.” He arranged her thighs and knelt between them, encouraging her to widen the gap with nudges from his knees. “Just right.”
Just right for what? A warm gust of air blew over the heated flesh between her legs. She shivered.
“Tell me what you want,” he commanded.
Darcy hesitated. The last time he’d asked that question, her answer hadn’t done the trick.
“You have to tell me, or I won’t help you.” His words gusted over her quivering flesh.
“I want you to fuck me.”
He slapped one side of her ass. A stinging, sharp blow. “Wrong answer.”
“Did…did you just spank me?” she asked, her voice incredulous.
Smack! “You don’t ask the questions. I do.”
“You arrogant—”
Smack! “Don’t raise your voice to me. Not unless it’s to plead.”
Darcy gritted her teeth, seething, but holding onto the thought that eventually she’d get an opportunity to give him some retribution. In the meantime…
“Now, tell me.”
“I want to please you,” she said between clenched teeth.
He shifted on the bed, and his rough tongue lapped her pussy. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
“No.” The word was a moan.
“What do you think pleases me?”
Control, you fucking asshole! “Being inside me?”
Smack! He spanked a cheek.
“What the hell did I say wrong that time?”
Smack!
Darcy pressed her hot face into the bedding. Her ass was warming up, and she couldn’t help wriggling on the pillow. If he’d just lick her cunt one more time, she was sure to pop. She needed one right answer.
His hands kneaded her buttocks.
Darcy moaned.
“What will please me, Darcy?”
“For me to beg,” she said, her words muffled in the comforter.
“Will you?”
“Yes.”
“Beg sweetly, love.” His tongue fluttered on her cheeks, then moved to the crease and descended. When he reached her anus, he paused.
“Please,” she blurted, hearing her rebellious inflection.
He gave her a single flicker.
She got the point. He wanted a constant stream of supplications. Shit! Darcy’s chest heaved. Anger warred with need. “Please, Quentin. I need you inside me. Oh, please.”
He bit her ass. “Try to sound a little more convincing,” he said, a wry note of humor in his voice.
“What do you want?” she asked, angry with this humbling, but unable to deny what would satisfy her body. “I ache. I’ve been hurting for hours. I need you deep inside me.” She took a deep breath. “Please, come inside me.”
“Better.” The point of his tongue pushed into her ass and fluttered.
“Oh, God. Please, take my pussy.” Her words this time were sincere. “I need your huge cock, deep inside me.” Her moan ended on a higher note, when his finger replaced his tongue.
“You’re tight here, love. Don’t guess my cock will be playing in here for a while.” His fing
er pushed and pulled, in and out.
Darcy sucked air into her starving lungs.
“Don’t forget to beg, love,” Quentin warned.
“Can’t even think, you bastard.”
He swatted her ass, part of his palm slapping her cunt.
The sting ignited her. “Oooh. Fuck me. Fuck me, please,” she pleaded hoarsely.
“Then rise up to meet me.”
Eager to comply, she knelt, her hands twisting in the fabric that bound her to the headboard. The head of his cock pushed into her cunt.
She needed no further prodding. “Please, yes! Give it to me.”
He thrust his hips forward, and Darcy whimpered. He didn’t go very far, her vagina was tight and resisted his thick cock. She wriggled her hips to accommodate him, and he plunged deeper this time. Her gasps were loud as each successive thrust shoved him deeper inside until he was fully seated.
It was embarrassing how easily she came. He didn’t have to move again—her cunt did all the work. Deep, spiraling spasms gripped his cock and squeezed, pulsing around him. Darcy hung on her ties. His strong shaft was the only thing that kept her from crumpling to the bed.
When her heart slowed, she realized he was still buried to the hilt inside her.
There’d be more.
Chapter Five
‡
The ties loosened, and Darcy’s arms fell limply to the bed. A moan escaped. Quentin pulled her up until she was sitting in his lap, their bodies still connected.
So overwhelmed was she by her response to his lovemaking, she trembled in the aftermath. His arms circled her belly, and Darcy felt strangely comforted. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder. “No one’s ever filled me the way you do.”
Quentin nuzzled her until her head tilted. He tongued the lobe of her ear. “Am I hurting you?”
Her hands closed over his, and she brought them to her breasts. “I like this pain.”
“Can you take more?” He squeezed her breasts.
Her breath caught. Exquisitely tuned to his touch, her nipples tightened again. “Do I have to beg?”
He gently bit her ear. “My turn to ask. I want to transform to find release.”
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