Taming Her Bad Boy

by Cass Kincaid

  It’s an interesting way of making up, and I would normally crack a joke or something about his inability to stay angry, but one look into Cohen’s eyes through the mirror has me keeping my jokes to myself. “Thought you were mad enough that you’d want to call the whole thing off by now.”

  “I can think of something I’d much rather do.”

  He’s undoing the zipper of my dress, pushing it down over my arms, then hips, and letting it fall unceremoniously to the floor at my feet. Left only in my strapless bra and lacy black panties, the predatory gleam in his eyes has me feeling exposed and vulnerable.

  Leaned over the armoire like this, there’s nowhere for me to go, no way for me to hide myself from him. And judging by the damp kisses and nips he’s placing across the back of my neck and shoulders as he deftly undoes my bra and tosses it aside, I’d say that’s exactly how he wants it.

  “You’re fucking gorgeous, Vienna,” he growls in between each kiss planted. “Every fucking inch. You’re gorgeous.”

  His hands have let go of my arms, enough that I’ve managed to keep my palms planted on the armoire’s surface to prevent my head from hitting the mirror.

  You’d think that’d be a turn-off, having your fiancé pin you against the mirror of your dresser while he manhandles you as though you’re his to do with as he pleases, but it’s not.

  It’s hot. Really fucking hot. And I can feel the dampness pooling within my core in response to him.

  And as he begins to tug my panties down over my hips, I catch my first glimpse of the material that’s strung over his shoulder.

  “Co,” I breathe out, “What is that?”

  He moves my hair gently out of the way and kisses the soft flesh near my hairline. “My tie from earlier tonight. I want to play.”

  We’d discussed this type of thing before; taking control, being tied up, blindfolded. But every time it’d come up in conversation, Cohen had mentioned doing those things to me. Always the dominant one, holding me where he wanted me to be, taking what he wanted when he wanted it, pushing me over the edge as he sought fit.

  I won’t deny that those ideas hold an element of intrigue to them, and I’d definitely love to try them out some time.

  But not tonight.

  Because, tonight, I’m not submitting to Cohen Bradley.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Cohen

  “You want to play.” Vienna doesn’t phrase it as a question. It’s more of a request for confirmation.

  “Exactly.” The excited glint in my eye shines at her through the mirror. I pull the tie from my shoulder, playfully letting the tip of it drag across her shoulder and down onto her bare breast. A wave of satisfaction courses through me when her breath hitches and her nipple tightens into a hardened bud.

  “Then, let’s play,” she says finally. Her hand reaches up and closes around the tie, pulling it from my grasp.

  I lean in again, grinding my cock against her lower back. “That’s my girl. Now, I’m going to need that.”

  She pushes me backward, giving herself room to turn and look me in the eye. Her eyes roam downward, and she takes in the sight of me fully for the first time, completely naked and very, very aroused.

  She takes her time dragging her gaze back up to meet mine, but when it does, there’s a dark anticipation dancing in her eyes. “No, you don’t,” she says simply. “Now, sit on the bed.”

  My brows arch upward as she slaps the end of the tie against her palm. “Vienna, I—”

  “Go sit on the bed, Cohen,” she says again. “You’re not the only one who wants to play.”

  I stand there for a moment, in utter disbelief, until she steps forward with her hands pressed firmly against my chest, forcing me backwards. First one step, then another. At the side of the bed, her throat moves audibly as she swallows hard. “Sit down.”

  Her gaze is locked with mine as I do as she says.

  A long, slow breath passes her lips, and I can tell she’s relieved that I actually obeyed her. She repositions the tie in her hands again and clears her throat.

  “Now, I want you to lean back on the bed and put your hands above your head.”

  I lean back, just as she requests of me, but I must have taken too long putting my hands where she wanted them because Vienna snaps the tie against her hand again, watching as my eyes widen slightly.

  I've never seen her like this. And I must admit, it's kind of hot. It’s also got me anxious enough that the pit of my stomach is in knots.

  After that, I keep my eyes glued to her, but my hands are above my head on the pillow, just as she’s ordered me to do.

  “Now,” Vienna says in a calmer voice, a stark contrast from the tone she used only a moment ago. “I want you to relax and tell me what feels good.”

  I'm surprised when she holds the tie tightly within her fist and climbs up onto me, letting her mouth guide the way as she kisses and sucks and nips her way from my hip bones, up my abdomen to my chest, deviating slightly to travel from my collarbone to the muscles in my shoulder before finding that soft, tender spot at the base of my throat, the one she knows damn well will give me a raging hard-on if she touches it.

  A choked, startled intake of breath passes my lips, the sensation of her mouth against my Adam's apple immediately making me squirm.

  “Don't move,” she commands. She raises her head only long enough to give me a warning look before returning her attention to my throat, utilizing the warm wetness of her tongue and the soft sensuality of her lips to send my blood into boiling temperatures.

  “Vi, I—”

  “Enough,” Vienna barks in a low voice. “I said don't move.”

  I hadn't even realized I'd been wriggling under her touch.

  Without another word, she hikes one leg up over me, straddling my hips. She peers down at me through heavy-lidded eyes, biting her bottom lip seductively. The waiting and wanting is slowly driving me insane with every second as I watch her with bated breath, wondering what she's about to do to me next.

  She hasn't let go of the tie in her hand yet, and she leans forward, a movement that pushes her bare breasts closer to my face. I can't restrain myself from lifting my head slightly and flicking my tongue against one of her erect nipples.

  A discretion I'll pay deeply for, judging by the fiery look in her eyes as she glares down at me again, one brow arched high on her forehead.

  She thinks I didn't just hear that muted groan that escaped her lips the moment my tongue touched her. But I did. She’s enjoying this.

  “I'm pretty sure that I told you to tell me what feels good,” she says evenly. She doesn't move, and neither do I.

  A crooked smirk forms on my lips as I gaze up at her. “Seems to me that that must have felt pretty good for you, if that sexy little groan of yours is any indication.”

  Vienna stares down at me for a long moment, then turns her attention to my hands, still rested just above my head on the pillow. I'm surprised at the force she uses to knot the tie around my wrists. It’s enough for me to turn my head, trying to see what she’s doing. She then ties my bound hands to one of the rails within our antique metal headboard.

  “Aww, Vienna, don't be like that,” I laugh. “This can feel good for you, too, you know.”

  But obviously mutual physical gratification isn't on Vienna's schedule right now. “Trust me,” she says with a faint smirk of her own, “This will be feeling pretty good for both of us. You needn't worry about that.”

  The way she says it makes me suddenly second-guess being the one with my hands tied tightly above my head.

  Satisfied with her handiwork, Vi slides back down my body, very purposely grinding her pussy against my cock as she moves.

  “Damn,” I mutter. The sensation is like a jolt straight to my balls, making my cock twitch and stiffen immediately.

  “You like that?” She remains straddling my hips, my erect cock standing before her like her own personal play toy. She tilts her head, watching me curiously as her finge
rs enwrap my shaft and begin to move up and down the length of it.

  “God, yeah, Vi.” I pull against the restraints, then curse. It’d taken all of three seconds and one heavenly touch from her fingertips for me to forget I couldn’t touch her.

  “Easy,” she says with a grin. “We’re just getting started.”

  She buckles forward and kisses the engorged tip of my cock. I groan, rolling my hips forward in response. She pushes her bangs out of her eyes and looks at me. Her lips are stretched around the head of my cock, and her eyes are alight with anticipation, and something else...

  Power.

  She releases me from her mouth and pulls back only far enough to look me squarely in the eyes...and smile.

  A devilish, wicked grin; that’s my only warning before she takes my cock in her mouth once more, this time letting its entire length slide into the warm, wet depths of her mouth. I can feel myself touch the back of her throat as her tongue moves against the underside of my shaft. “Fuck, Vi!”

  She doesn’t stop. She slides those pouty lips of hers up and down the silky skin of my rigid erection, again and again. Each twitch and buck of my hips only seems to encourage her. A soft, muffled moan is heard from her, and the vibration of her voice against me has me pleading with her. “Vienna, shit, that’s good. But I’m getting close, baby.”

  She forces my cock deeply into the back of her throat again, and I gasp, thinking she’s trying to make me come hard in her mouth.

  Then, she pulls away, running her tongue from my balls to the tip of my cock, flicking it playfully with the tip of her tongue a few times for good measure.

  She has me panting like a dog. “Vienna, I’m aching so fucking bad, baby.”

  “Patience, my dear Cohen.” She begins to kiss and suck at the sensitive flesh at my hips, making her way across the contours of my abdomen, letting her teeth graze over my nipples with just enough pressure to make me suck in a breath.

  “Vi...” I squeeze my eyes shut, struggling to control myself.

  She holds one nipple between her front teeth and nips at it.

  “Fuck!”

  “Problem, Cohen?” She doesn’t even bother to look up at me, but I’ve heard that tone before—she thinks this is funny. I’m in sexual agony, and my fiancée thinks it’s funny.

  “Oh, Vienna. You’re playing a very sexy, but very dangerous game, my girl.” I tug at the tie again, making the headboard rattle. “I’m going to fuck that smirk right off your face.”

  That makes her lift her head, but the smirk remains. In fact, it’s more prominent than ever.

  She situates herself with her knees pressed on either side of my hips again, rocking her hips forward just to create friction against my rock hard cock. “Correction,” she states, winking. “I’m going to fuck you, Cohen. When I’m good and ready.”

  CHAPTER SIX

  Vienna

  I’ve always thought that Cohen is the most attractive man I’ve ever seen. That crooked grin of his, the way his jeans always hang so delectably from his hips—it does something to me.

  But I’ve never been more completely consumed by him, by his chiseled body, than I am right now. Somehow, just knowing that I have the power to make him groan desperately, to make his heartbeat quicken and his cock stiffen with even the slightest touch, is making liquid heat pool within my core.

  My body is begging for his just as desperately as he’s begging for mine.

  “Cohen...Cohen...Cohen...” I whisper his name seductively between the kisses I press against his abdomen and chest. Hands planted on either side of his head, I hover over him, staring down into the eyes that have made me weak in the knees since I was a teenager.

  But I don’t feel weak now. I feel anything but weak.

  “What am I going to do with you?” I continue to taunt him, pushing my weight onto one hand and letting my other trail softly up the curves of his hip to his firm abdomen and chest. I let my fingernail circle around his nipple, causing it to harden as Cohen moans again.

  He’s watching my every move with a predatory gaze, and his hands are fisted, knuckles white from the pressure he’s putting on them by pulling at his restraints. “I’ve got a few ideas,” he chokes out.

  I can hear the strain in his voice, feel the twitch of his hardness against my inner thigh where I’m pressed against him.

  His need is pulsing through him. Boiling in his veins.

  I lean forward and kiss him gently, then press my finger against his lips before whispering, “Me too.”

  I don’t look away as I reach between us and pull my lace panties to the side. I could stop, take the moment to climb off him and undress properly...

  But I want Cohen, and I want him now.

  My tongue darts across my lips as I watch his mouth open slightly, his eyes fluttering as I encircle his rigid erection in my hand and slowly guide him inside me.

  I let out a breath at the same moment he groans, a wordless sigh of relief falling from both of our mouths as he enters me. I lower myself onto him, feeling every solid inch invade me.

  “Oh God.” The words leave me before I realize I’ve said them.

  “Jesus, Vi, you’re wet.”

  “That’s what you do to me.” I sit up straighter, still watching every muscle and tendon clench and bunch in his arms and chest as I rock my hips tentatively. The sensation is a flood of erotic agony, my body urging me to continue and push myself closer to the release I desire so completely. “Tell me how it feels,” I add breathlessly, rocking to feel his length push deep inside me again.

  “Like heaven,” he sighs. ‘Like fucking heaven.”

  I let my head fall back slightly and my eyes close, picking up the rhythm of my hips. I roll my hips again...again...again in perfect synchronicity with Cohen’s, unaware of everything in that moment except the soft grunts he makes as I force him inside of me, the tight clenching of my own muscles around his cock, and the rhythm and sensations that are leaving me feeling intoxicated.

  “Vi, let me touch you.” The rattle of the headboard makes my eyes open, and I stare down at Cohen, only to see his fingers fumbling with the tie, pulling and twisting in attempt to get out of it. His fiery gaze blazes into mine. “Vi—”

  “No,” I answer simply, pressing my hands firmly against his chest to give myself more leverage. I grind against him, harder, more urgently. His cock thrusts inside my slick pussy with more fervor. The combination of pleasure and pain makes me gasp, but I’m determined to have Cohen all to myself.

  “Vi—” There’s a warning in his tone.

  I know Cohen too well. He wants to be able to control this. He wants my body pressed against his as he pushes me to the limit, taking me and wringing my orgasm from me with pure strength and will.

  But I’m the one who can control this now. Control him now.

  “Come for me, Cohen.”

  He’s panting hard as I clench my thighs against his hips and rock forward, harder and faster. Every pulse and twitch of his cock buried inside me is like a lightning bolt of sexual desire crashing against my resolve. “Vi, don’t—”

  “I said let it go, Cohen.” Each breath comes from my throat in a desperate whimper, but my eyes are fixated on his. I can see it, the impending shadow in his eyes, the tightening of his muscles...

  The wave of sweet release he’s losing control of, unable to keep it at bay.

  My nails dig into his chest as I clench around him viciously. I’m relentless, pounding our hips together, burying him so deep inside me that I cry out with each thrust.

  But I don’t look away. I can’t. Can’t miss the moment Cohen Bradley succumbs to me. I won’t.

  “Vienna—”

  He doesn’t get the rest of the words growled out before his hips buck, only driving his cock deeper into me as his release overtakes him. My name is followed by a curse word on his lips as I continue to fuck him, continue to drain every ounce of desire and energy from him.

  I lean forward and grip his shoulde
r to hold on, reaching down between us with my other hand to rub at my own clit furiously. I’m on the edge, barely hanging on to my own self control.

  In mere seconds, my core clenches violently around Cohen’s cock as my own release collides with his, and I gasp his name as I let the intense sensation consume me.

  Even as the aftershocks of my orgasm continue to cause shudders and trembling within my body, I refuse to let up until I’m just as spent and exhausted as Cohen. I slump forward, hands still pressed against the damp skin of his chest, face nuzzled into the crook of his throat. The heaving of my chest slowly subsides, and my heart rate slows to a normal pace.

  “Fuck,” I whisper, shocked at my antics. At my insatiability.

  “That, you did.” Cohen’s voice is thick, all remnants of his earlier intensity gone. “Vi?”

  I don’t even lift my head. “Yeah?”

  “Will you untie me now?”

  I very ungracefully climb off him, and I can barely make my fingers work properly as I fumble with the knots and release his hands from the restraints. My eyelids are heavy, my body already aching from the feverishness of my efforts.

  “I really thought you were going to fall asleep and leave me tied up,” he teases, pulling me against him with one arm. I nestle in beside him, letting his strong arm envelope me.

  “Thought about it,” I joke feebly.

  His chest constricts with the scoff he answers me with.

  I’m beginning to doze off into a physically exhausted slumber when he speaks again.

  “Well, what got into you?”

  It’s my turn to suppress a laugh, letting my fingertips trace over the lines and contours of his abdomen. “Did you like it?”

  “Loved it,” he replies on a sigh. “Almost as much as I love you.”

  “Well then. I’ll be keeping that mind.”

  His arm pulls me tighter against him, his fingers trailing along the outer part of my arm. “You didn’t answer my question.”