“Put her on the phone.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now,” Colt said calmly.
A few seconds later, her small voice filled the line. She was pretty shaken up and he could hear that for himself, but he quickly remembered that prior to his phone call, she’d been standing in the middle of pit road blasting the guy who saved her.
“You okay?”
“Colt! I’m racing, for God’s sake. You can’t just call me up and talk to me when I’m in the middle of a race.”
“Yes, I can. I wanted to tell you a few things. First, I love you. I’m in love with you. I’d like for you to later give me children. You need to live so we can enjoy life together. Secondly, if you ever raise your voice to that Larry Burkenton again, I swear I’ll spank your ass raw. Finally, and this is important, I want you to hand Brant the phone and go apologize to Burkenton. It’s all over the radio. The man saved your life. I’m sure he doesn’t wreck his own car for kicks. Are we clear?”
“Yes,” she said quietly.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir!” she screamed, agitation thick in her voice.
Brant came back on the line. “I don’t know what you said to her but she just marched off and she’s headed toward Burkenton again.”
Colt smiled. “I suggested that she apologize to him.”
“She must have listened to you. They’re shaking hands now.”
“How’s she doing otherwise?”
“She’s pissed. She says there’s no way she can win the race, but I overheard her crew chief say once this mess is cleaned up, they may be surprised how many cars are out. She’s still got a chance.”
“All right. Keep me posted.”
“I’ll do it.”
“And make sure you tell her I think she’s cute when she’s mad.”
“I’ll let you tell her when you see her.”
Colt hung up the phone and settled back in his chair again. He propped up his feet and watched as they wobbled back and forth on his desk. Then, he folded his arms and felt quite satisfied. Yep, he was in love all right. And if Princess extended her apology to Larry Burkenton, he was pretty certain she might just love him right back.
* * * *
Brant put his arm around her neck and they hurried to the RV to celebrate. She didn’t stand at the door and wait to see what was going to happen because she already knew where they were headed. There had been verbal bantering back and forth in the helicopter earlier that afternoon, but after she’d watched him at the track, seen how stiff and erect he’d gotten when she’d argued with other men on her team, she knew. They were destined for this.
His lips brushed past hers. “Get a shower. Make it quick.”
She sashayed to the bathroom and looked over her shoulder, “Wanna join me?”
“No,” he said, grabbing a beer from the refrigerator.
“Are you mad at me for some reason?”
“I don’t know. Should I be?”
“You are. I’m a flirt, Brant. I can’t help myself.”
“You may be able to control that wink and grin a little better after I have a word or two with you.”
She shivered. “I’m so scared.”
“You should be,” he teased. “By the way, congratulations. I didn’t get a chance to tell you earlier.”
“First place!” she exclaimed, jumping up and down.
“Nothing beats the winner’s circle, does it baby?”
She rolled her tongue over her lips and said, “I don’t know. You’ll have to tell me after you visit there.”
He chuckled. “Oh, is that what you call an untouched woman’s pussy nowadays?”
She shrugged. “Guess it depends on the man who visits there…and how well he uses his hands when he has all the right parts in front of him. A friend of mine hops in bed with a different guy in every city, and she swears having sex is better than crossing the finish line.”
“Well in that case, you’d better hurry up because I for one can’t wait to see you enter victory lane!”
Chapter Sixteen
Brant was a hardened man, but Princess had seen his gentler side when she was a child. His cold eyes once scared her. Now they only enticed her.
He watched her body move, and his gaze alone inspired her. Stepping toward the bed, she awaited the Dom, the man she knew would emerge before the night was through, and she craved him.
She’d spoken to Colt on the phone and was able to push aside the initial guilt. They were sharing her. He’d reassured her. And now, she was confident that the night ahead would be a monumental occurrence.
Colt was miles away. Brant was right here. And he was looking at her like she was the most beautiful woman in the world, as if he understood her desires and her needs. What woman turned away a man like this?
“Come here,” he crooned, reaching for her.
Twirling around the bedpost, she landed on the mattress beside him, her knees pressing against his thigh.
“On the floor, sub,” he said sternly, as if he’d suddenly changed his mind.
Princess’s nipples hardened when she heard the order, the strength and power in his tone. She knelt on the carpet, parting her thighs naturally before placing her palms face up. She bowed her head but lifted her gaze, awaiting other instructions.
Brant stood. His cock was magnificently hard, and Princess’s mouth watered when a small bead of pre-cum slivered across the crest.
Using his own hand, Brant pumped his cock, working his dick in and out of his fist with a painstakingly slow maneuver. “I want you to bring me pleasure, sub.”
Princess’s gaze met his. She watched as he inched toward her, the umbrella shape of his cock taunting her, tantalizing her with the purplish shade as he strained to remain in control. She’d seen this kind of harnessed control in other Doms—the ones she’d watched in videos—but she couldn’t recall a time when she’d needed to please a man more than right then.
Princess’s tongue flicked over the head and Brant moaned, inching between her lips. She drew the head under her tongue and sucked, bobbing over him as she savored the taste of a new lover.
Whipping her tongue around his shape, she sucked him to her throat. Brant’s hand fell to the back of her head. “That’s it, sub. Suck my cock, lover.”
Oh God, she thought, squeezing her knees together. He was a talker, and Princess quickly discovered she liked her men chanting while she pleased them.
Princess licked all around his penis before tightening her lips around his pulsing flesh, deliberately doing her best to make him slippery and juicy. She slurped his dick, drawing his hard length between her cheeks.
Brant moaned as she consumed him, changing his stance whenever she sucked faster. Using both hands, she massaged his cock as he slid across her tongue. In a matter of minutes, he was thumping against her throat.
Dying to taste his pleasure, Princess pressed her tongue against the small opening at the top, tantalizing him as much as possible while cupping his sac. She rose over him then, licking her way up and down before she released his dick and sucked his balls between her wet lips.
“Oh dear God!” he screamed, grabbing a handful of her hair and knotting the locks at her nape.
Princess studied his expression as she gently suckled his firm scrotum. He looked like a man ready to claim a woman. His eyes grew heavy and he yanked her forward, bracketing his arms around her waist.
With her body spread naturally over his, his cock was positioned at her folds, not even an inch away from penetration. “Are you on the pill?”
And that was the question that changed their destiny.
* * * *
Brant wanted to take those words back the second he said them, but it was too late. He saw the hurt, the inflicted pain and it was too late to do anything about it. “Princess, I’m…”
“You’re what?” she asked, apparently stunned. She rolled away from him and covered her breasts with overlapping arms. “Am I on the pill? Di
d you seriously just ask me that question?”
“Princess, a lot of women take birth control for various reasons. I didn’t think. I wasn’t thinking.”
He reached for her and she waved his hand away. “You need to go.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said firmly, sitting beside her. “You need to come back over here and relax.”
“Don’t you mean fuck? Isn’t that what you mean?”
“It sure sounds better than sitting here arguing, don’t you think?”
“No, I don’t think, Brant. I think you’re a self-serving bastard, like most guys. I think you’re used to getting what you want, and you take what isn’t yours to have because you can. Because no one tells the great Brant Levy no. Well guess what? I’m saying no!”
Like hell. Brant grabbed her around the waist and yanked her forward, assaulting her lips with his as he forced his tongue inside her mouth and kissed her. “You’re not upset about the fact that I asked you if you were on the pill. You’re upset because you don’t want me to use protection when I fuck you.”
“That’s insane.”
“Is it? You didn’t mention protection. I was the one who mentioned it. And by the way, I’ve never had sex with a woman when I didn’t use protection, not that we should be talking about this now because the fact is, I could fuck you without it. I could make love to you without it because I’d like to get you pregnant. Do you want to know why?”
She shivered as he spoke to her in that raw voice. “Why?’
“Because I knew, before I saw you in that bar, I knew I was destined to love you and I do. I want you, Princess and I want you for keeps. If you get pregnant with my child, I’ll be the happiest man alive.”
His lips attacked hers again and his eyes closed as he worked his tongue deep inside her mouth. “I want you, Princess. I’ll want you forever.”
Her small hands pressed against his shoulders as she tried to push him away, but the effort wasn’t successful. If Brant had thought for just a moment that she wanted him to quit, he would’ve stopped.
Princess didn’t want him to leave. He was sure of that. Now, all he needed to do was show her all the reasons why he had every reason to stay.
“Brant,” she whispered against his lips.
“Sir,” he muttered.
She met his gaze and he grinned. “I’m for real here, Princess. You’ll address me properly when we’re in bed together. I’ll expect it in our daily lives, too. You follow me?”
She swallowed hard.
“I need you. I’ve had my eyes set on you for a while now and if you send me away, then that’s a loss greater than you can bear. I believe that. Do you?”
Princess nodded. Brant’s grip on her nape changed and he kissed her again. This time, when their lips met, Brant lifted her to him. He locked her legs around his waist and carried her to bed, indulging in the feel of her hard nipples flattening against his chest.
When he released her, he knelt beside the bed, retrieved his wallet, and pulled three foil packets from the side compartment. Tossing them to the bed, he watched the awareness light in her eyes.
“If you want me, you’ll take me tonight. Otherwise, I’ll walk away from here, and I’ll never come back. And yes, I’ll use protection now, but in the future, we won’t have protection because I will have you pregnant with my child. One day.” God, he hoped he’d read her expression correctly. Desire lit a fire in her eyes, but the glistening lust marking its place on her swollen pussy lips convinced him he could take charge and Princess would let him control her.
Princess’s legs parted then. She sucked on her forefinger and then to his surprise, she dipped her fingers between her legs.
“You’re being a very naughty girl, Princess.”
“I’m always bad, Sir,” she teased, rolling her hips forward and back.
Brant was as hard as a boulder. He was ready to fucking blow! Grabbing her arm, he drew her away from the mattress, using one arm to brace her. With his free hand, he grabbed a condom, ripped the seal with his teeth, and sheathed himself.
Without preamble, he dropped to the bed once more, bringing her over him when he did. With Princess atop him, he pressed the weight of his cock against her pussy and growling at her ear, he said, “Put me inside you, sub.”
Princess was obedient, quite submissive, but she took her own sweet time doing as he’d instructed. Then again, after all the teasing and foreplay, he wasn’t about to complain. He’d punish her later. He had a feeling she’d quite enjoy it.
* * * *
Princess cried out as he entered her. Good God, she was no longer a virgin.
Brant thrust inside her, placing his hands on either side of her waist as he maneuvered her body one way and then another. “That’s it, sub. Ride me. Flex that pussy for me. Pulse against me, baby.”
Princess tried to follow his instructions, watching his handsome face for signs, hoping to read his expressions, gauge his lust, and figure out what made him happy, what brought him pleasure.
She reached behind her back and stroked his balls as she fucked him, using her fingertips to trace the swell of his sac. He cried out as she enhanced his pleasure. There was no question about it, Brant found satisfaction in her body.
His lips encircled one of her nipples and he sucked the hard point between his teeth, flicking her nipple with a reverent tongue, one committed to bringing her pleasure, true joy. “Let me come, Sir,” she whispered, realizing her words would sound out like a Dom’s favorite song.
“Not yet,” he said, doting more and more attention on her breasts, licking his way from one nipple to the next.
“Yes, Sir, please. I need to come!” she cried out, that new wave of hot and saucy pleasure moving closer, coming forward. And she refused to lose it! Her hands flattened against his chest and she used his body for leverage, riding him, enjoying everything about him as they fucked.
“No,” he growled, flipping over and tucking her body under his. “Not until I give you permission!”
His cock thrummed inside her walls and he pounded inside her, fucking her wild, riding her like she had eagerly rode him. He looped his arm under her leg and held her to him, screwing himself inside her as he pushed the weight of his cock higher inside her channel.
“That’s it, baby. Work that pretty little pussy for me,” he said, slowing down his gait and staring at their connection like it was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen in his life. “Fuck yeah, Princess. Work it, honey. Ah yes, darlin’, that’s good and tight. You know what a man likes.”
Princess was so hot and wet. Brant stroked her in a way she’d never forget, thrusting inside her with painstakingly slow motions. He hit the right spot over and over again until she was cursing under her breath. He would take her right to that point, get her right there, and then leave her destroyed, unattended, and devastated.
“Let me come, Sir.” She groveled, tightening her legs around his back.
“Not…yet!” he exclaimed, shoving her arms above her head.
“Yes!” she cried out. “Damn it to hell! Now!” Her body closed around his shaft and a wave of pleasure washed over her. Shit! This was better than anything she’d realized in the past. The initial resistance brought more and more pleasure as she rode out the first orgasm only to find the second one right there awaiting her.
Brant bit his bottom lip and fucked her, forcing her legs apart as he impaled her. “Right there. Fuck! Yeah. Don’t move. Hold still.” He ground his body against hers, spreading her pussy lips as he screwed her. His mouth was moist as he watched his cock enter and retreat. “Oh yeah, Princess. Ah God, you feel so tight, so fucking good.”
Princess closed her eyes. She listened to the rhythmic slapping of their bodies. Brant was right. This was good, too good.
This was fucking perfect.
* * * *
When the sun came up, its rays beamed across their bed. Brant groaned, rolled over and stuffed his hand under the pillow. He felt the cold metal
clasp of the neckband he’d intended on placing around Princess’s neck the night before.
The evening had been so full of lust-filled loving. Brant had fallen asleep before he had the chance to ask Princess if she’d do him the honor of wearing the collar.
He looked down on Princess and wondered what kind of dreams she’d enjoyed after what they’d shared, after the night they’d experienced together. She slept with a smile tilting her lips, looking like a completely sated lover, a woman hopelessly ready to fulfill her obligation as a committed partner, a sub ready to please her Dom.
Brant took a deep breath. Quietly, he aroused himself, working his cock in and out of his palm. He slid a rubber over his shaft and bathed his dick in lube, anxious to awaken his lover with the sweetest of surprises.
Retrieving the collar, Brant unhooked the catch. He straddled Princess’s middle, placed the collar in his left hand and knelt over her, kissing her lips until Princess awoke, framed his face, and kissed him back.
“Hmm,” Princess moaned. “Good morning to you, too.”
“I have a little something for you.”
“You do?” she asked, drawing her knees forward and spreading her legs with understanding.
“Yes,” Brant replied, lifting his head off the pillow and working the leather collar around her neck.
Brant straddled her chest. “I want you to wear this. Do you think you can do that for me?” he asked, hooking the collar and assuming she wouldn’t tell him no.
Princess grinned. “If you didn’t already have that condom on, I’d show you how happy you’ve made me.”
Brant growled. “Show me, anyway.”
Princess gripped Brant’s cock and gave him a few hearty pulls. Brant slid down her belly, licked her taut nipples, and then plunged in between her folds, pushing her legs apart as he entered her.
“That’s right, sub. You belong to me now. Fuck me. Show me how much you want to be mine.”
Princess’s head turned to the side and she bit down on his forefinger. “I don’t know how long I can do this without coming this morning.”
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