Skirt Chaser

by Stacey Kennedy

  She hesitated, eyes huge. “I… This is hard for me.”

  “I’m sure it is,” he replied, “but these are my rules. I want you naked so I can play.”

  She exhaled a long, slow breath and then reached for the strap of her dress, slowly pulling it off. Soon, the other strap was gone, and within seconds, her dress pooled at her feet. Next, she removed her bra, slowly, teasingly. Like a predator watching his prey, he couldn’t look away as her tits sprang free, her tiny, puckered nipples awaiting his mouth. She was a beauty, and once she slid her panties down, stepping out of them, she revealed her neatly shaved pussy to him again.

  Before his plan was to move ahead with the leather straps to completely rid her of her nerves, but with this view, he couldn’t help but reach forward and stroke her rounded stomach. She shivered beneath his hand when he ran his touch up to a heavy breast, and he massaged her. When he moved onto the next, he groaned at the feel of her. So perfect. So ready for all that he wanted.

  This woman he’d craved for weeks…her being bared to him was so much more than what he imagined. But it was the sweetness in her eyes, the slight nervousness that sucked him in, weaving a spell around him that he couldn’t break.

  “Was I worth it?” He snapped his eyes up to her face, finding them filled with desire. She added with a shake to her voice, “What you see now…was it worth coming here with me?”

  He stroked her belly and arched a brow at her. “Angel, I would have done anything and everything to look at what I’m looking at right now.” Determined to move ahead, he reached for the leather strap again. “Come closer.” She gave him that cute smile again and took the two steps to be right in front of him. “Spread your legs for me.”

  To take the spotlight off her for a little bit, he looked away from her face and smiled with her long exhale. He could intimidate, he knew that. Staying on task, he slid the leather around her left thigh and then fastened the buckle, ensuring the metal loop rested on the outside of her thigh. Once done, he reached for the other leather strap in the bag, and she shivered again when he tightened that strap around her bare thigh, nice and tight.

  Leaving her there, he rose and reached back into his bag, taking out three more straps. He moved to the desk across the room, took hold of the dark wood chair, repositioning it into the center of the room where he wanted it.

  When he returned to her again, he found her breathing heavily, the anticipation partly frightening, he was sure, yet exciting all the same. He couldn’t fight his grin when he placed the straps on the bed, and one by one, strapped them to her upper arms, tightening until he knew they wouldn’t slip off. Once done, he picked up the final strap and placed the collar around her neck, with the metal loop facing him.

  Once finished with his work, he stepped back and examined her. Sweetness in bondage, a very pretty sight indeed. Her nipples were in tight buds, her breathing heavy and deep. She was so stunning, creating an infectious warmth to flow over him. So much so, he needed to be closer, and cupped her chin, sealing his mouth over hers. She easily melted into his kiss, moaning with the stroke of his tongue. He reached for her breasts, massaging both, tweaking her nipples until she wiggled with the intensity. Only when he heard that higher pitched moan, all but begging him to own her, did he back away.

  “Stay there for me, angel.” He moved back to the bag and took a condom from the box there as well as the black silk blindfold.

  With her eyes on him, he moved to her again and slid the blindfold over her head, settling it onto her eyes, making sure not a hair was out of place. He wanted her perfect. All his to enjoy in the way he’d wanted to enjoy her. “I control what you see now, angel”—he dragged the tip of his finger down her arm—“and when you see it.”

  She moaned, and he grinned, imagining for a woman whose kink was voyeurism, this would be the best type of foreplay. It fucked with her mind, and he’d use that to his advantage tonight.

  Keeping his eyes on her, a naked beauty awaiting his sin, wearing nothing but his leather squeezing her creamy flesh, and a black blindfold, she made his dreams a reality. Slowly, he removed his shirt, then his shorts, taking his boxer briefs with them. He took his time, letting anticipation build as he opened the condom and applied it to his hard cock. Then he reached back into his toy bag for the chain with the clips on the end, and rattled it for her to hear.

  She cocked her head, obviously listening hard. He suspected she wondered what he planned to do to her. That thought excited him. He liked surprising her. He wanted her to think all the things her mind could dream up, because soon, she’d be honest with him and tell him her fantasies, and then he could fulfill them.

  Hot and hard, he returned to her, and her breath hitched when he dragged his fingertips gently up her arm. Sliding his hand downward, he took hers and gently tugged her forward to the chair, assisting her to sit. He let the silence play out between them when he slid the chain through the loop on her neck, the arm’s chair, the loop on her arm, then lifted her leg to click the end onto the loop there, binding her to the chair.

  By the time he’d finished with the other leg and arm, she was spread wide open for him, perched on the edge of the seat, locked down to the chair. And all his.

  He waited…until her cheeks flushed bright pink, telling him emotions overwhelmed her. Only then did he close in on her. He grabbed the base of his cock, using his hardened length to stroke her clit. She moaned, head tilted back against the chair, chin pointed up to the ceiling.

  This…this was all for him.

  He tapped her clit with the head of his cock, smacking those nerves and waking up her body for the treat he planned. When she gave him the moan he wanted, he slid his cock down through her folds, until he slipped just inside her. He could have drawn this out and played for hours, but she was too new, too nervous, too desperate.

  Trust was earned through the first touch, and he wouldn’t fuck it up. Leaving his cockhead inside her, he massaged her breasts, appreciating all of her. This view hadn’t been by chance. The first time he’d dreamed of her, this was how she looked. Blindfolded and bound in his leather to a chair. Maybe she thought he was playing around, but this wasn’t part of the game. He’d fantasized about her, and now, he fulfilled the fantasy that had haunted him day after day for a month.

  With the thrill of that engulfing him, and the power overwhelming him that he’d conquered his latest challenge, he grabbed onto the arms of the chair and shifted his hips, slowly entering her. Her loud moan echoed his.

  “Holy fuck,” she breathed.

  Typically, he’d reply, but right now he was consumed by her. The feel of her. The scent of her. Back and forth, her tight channel squeezed him as he worked his cock inside her. Her moans became a sound he’d never forget as he stared down at her parted mouth.

  Determined that she come with him, he lowered his thumb to her clit and worked the little bud, until she began writhing beneath him, straining against the bindings. He growled, fighting off his orgasm as her inner walls convulsed around his shaft, demanding he blow. Urgency overtook him when he reached for the blindfold and had it off a second later. “Open your eyes,” he ordered.

  She blinked once before he turned her head, and then slowly her eyes widened. There, in the mirror, she stared at herself, bound to the chair in his leather straps, her pink lips swollen from his kisses, her cheeks flushed from the pleasure.

  “Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, God….” Her sex clenched, tightening like a vise against his shaft. Soft moans spilled over him.

  She felt too good. She looked too pretty. Emotion he wasn’t expecting overwhelmed him. Protect. Claim. Defend. All his primal instincts were on full alert. He began to pound her pussy harder, groaning against the warmth inside. His sac tightened, telling him he’d been teased too much over the past month, and the reality of her was too much to handle.

  “Grey,” she screamed, breaking apart around him.

  With a final roar, he crashed over the edge with her, bucking and je
rking his pleasure.

  Sometime later, when consciousness finally returned to him, her soft chuckle brushed across him. Breathless, he lifted his head from her chest where he was all but slumped on top of her. He discovered she was resting her head back against the chair, looking boneless and perfectly well fucked. “Something to add?” he asked with an arched brow.

  “Your way is so much better than my way,” she said with twinkling, satisfied eyes.

  He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss against her mouth. “You’re damn right it is.”

  Chapter 8

  The next morning, standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Evie ran a brush through her damp hair. With the spa day scheduled for an hour from now, she skipped makeup altogether for the day, figuring it was pointless to wear any.

  “What time do you think you’ll be back from the spa?”

  She glanced into the mirror, finding Grey stepping out of the all-glass shower behind her, droplets of water sliding down his six-pack. The tattoos covering his arm looking blacker than gray. Though what drew her attention most was his semi-hard cock. They’d just had shower sex minutes ago, and he already wanted more of her. Grey had quite the appetite, and she supposed she liked that about him. A lot. “I’ll be back before you, I’m guessing,” she finally said, glancing up into his eyes, discovering them a little heated from her obvious ogling. “Probably around mid-afternoon.”

  “Shall I make us plans for later?” He grabbed a white bath towel off the hook and wrapped it around his waist, giving a cheeky smile. “Or do you have more maid of honor duties to attend to?”

  “Actually,” Evie said, placing the brush down beside her makeup bag, “later tonight, I’ll be sleeping in Holly’s room with her.”

  Grey stopped mid-movement as he tucked the towel against his hip, slowly lifting his head, frowning. “You won’t be with me tonight?”

  “Didn’t I tell you that?”

  “No, you didn’t,” he grumbled, obviously annoyed, and finished tucking the towel against his hip. “Though I suppose it’s understandable.” He thrust his hands into his hair, shaking out the excess water. “That is a wedding tradition for best friends, isn’t it?”

  “It is.” Evie nodded with a smile, glad he understood.

  “Well, then,” Grey drawled, stepping closer. “I suppose I must get my fill before you leave me for the night, hmm?” Eyes on hers through the mirror, he stepped in behind her, letting her feel his rock-hard erection now. He gave a moan, causing her to shiver, and he swiped her hair off to one shoulder then tucked a finger into the strap of her sundress, slowly sliding it down. God, it was the way he looked at her…touched her…she was needy, desperate for him to take control. She held her breath, anticipating the intensity of his mouth when a sudden knock at the door cut through the heat. His low chuckle rumbled against her shoulder when he pressed a single kiss there and then moved away. “And the universe has spoken. My taste will have to come later.”

  Evie exhaled the breath she’d been holding, pressing her hands against the vanity. “Expecting someone?” she asked, a little breathless.

  “That’s our breakfast,” Grey said. “Let me go get that settled.” He grabbed his sport shorts, dressed, and was out the bathroom door a second later, shutting it behind him.

  Evie, on the other hand, needed a minute to recover. Her body was in a perpetual state of arousal. The good thing was, at least Grey delivered on the promises he made. She considered herself in the mirror, noting the flush in her cheeks and her enlarged pupils. The man had gifts, of that she was certain.

  When her stomach rumbled, reminding her she needed food to refuel, she picked up her towel from the floor, hanging it on the hook to dry. As she reached for the door handle, she heard voices coming from the other side. A long enough conversation that it didn’t seem like room service.

  Maybe Holly had changed her mind about meeting at the spa and came to the room to walk with Evie instead. Refocused on things other than her raging hormones, she opened the bathroom door.

  “How long have you worked here?” Grey asked.

  Evie stopped in the doorway, listening to an unfamiliar feminine voice with a thick Spanish accent reply, “For a few years now.”

  “Ah, I see,” Grey said softly with a tone that Evie heard him use with her, smooth as silk, and oh-so-seductive. “And do you like this sort of work?”

  “Certainly, señor, I get to meet very attractive men.” The woman laughed, all too sultrily.

  Evie’d had quite enough of listening to the invitation for sex practically purring from the girl’s mouth. Barefoot, she padded her way into the living room, finding Grey leaning a shoulder against the wall, arms crossed. The gorgeous brunette with the stunningly tanned olive skin stood in front of him, wearing the resort’s uniform of a white golf shirt and navy blue shorts. She was practically pushing her great tits out and batting her thick dark lashes at Grey.

  Neither Grey nor the woman noticed Evie when Grey added, “I suppose that would be a perk to the job.”

  “Sí, señor.” The woman smiled, giving Grey’s bare chest a very thorough once-over. When she met his eyes again, she gave a sensual smile. “A very nice perk to be sure.”

  Evie rolled her eyes, about ready to gag. She hoped to hell she didn’t look like this when Grey turned all that heat on her. It bordered the line of pathetic. She cleared her throat, intending to end whatever the hell they thought was going on here. Sure, her relationship with Grey might be a fraud, but was it necessary to throw that in her face?

  When Grey glanced her way, she raised her eyebrows.

  He studied her face for a moment and then gave his sly smirk before grabbing the bill off the tray with the food. He handed it to the woman. “Gracias.”

  “Ah, sí, you’re welcome, señor.” The woman accepted the bill, hiding her gaze from Evie. Obviously, she didn’t know that Grey wasn’t alone.

  She gave Grey one last look then silently left the room, shutting the door behind her.

  Grey didn’t even flinch, moving to the cart and taking off the metal dome covers, revealing pancakes, fresh fruit, waffles, bacon, and sausage. “I wasn’t sure what you wanted when I ordered, so I got a little of everything.”

  He seemed intent to move past that show. Evie couldn’t. “Are you sure you don’t want to go after her?” she asked.

  “Why would I?” Grey asked, reaching for a piece of bacon and nibbling on the end.

  Back as stiff as a pencil, Evie stated, “That girl was all over you. I can’t help but wonder had I not interrupted you, would you have gotten her number and hit up the staff quarters later?”

  He snorted a laugh. “Evie, that girl was twenty years old at most. She’s a child.”

  “She was basically offering you sex on a platter.”

  “Yes, I know what she was offering me,” he said gently, finishing off the piece of bacon. “But just because she’s offering sex, doesn’t mean I’ll accept. I’m here with you, angel.”

  “For three days, Grey,” Evie replied, trying to ignore the instinct telling her that his flirting was bad. “I know what the deal is.”

  “You’re missing the point,” he said, stepping closer, intensity burning in his expression. “What she was doing has nothing to do with what I was doing. Which was nothing.”

  Evie pushed the emotion back and back some more until logic peeked through. “You’re right. God, I’m not used to this, I’m sorry.”

  “Sex without a relationship, you mean?”

  She laughed softly, breaking the tension, hoping to end this horribly embarrassing conversation. “That, and, apparently, it’s easy to forget we’re not actually in a relationship, and I have absolutely no reason to be bothered when a pretty girl hits on you.”

  “Well,” he drawled, using that sexy voice on her now, “we might not be in a relationship, but let me remind you what we are doing.” He grabbed on to the front of her sundress and tugged her forward, sliding his other hand over her nape,
where he held her firmly.

  His sculpted mouth curved slightly. Obviously, he found her jealous streak amusing. Well, she never had to share her boyfriends. What was hers was hers until they weren’t, and then it no longer mattered who they flirted with.

  These thoughts held strong in her mind until he sealed his mouth across hers, burning his desire into her very core. His tongue was wicked and demanding. His strong arm wrapped around her back, pulling her in close. She may have questioned where his mind had been before but not anymore. She felt his loyalty to her this weekend in his hot kiss as he guided her along on his passionate ride.

  When he broke the embrace, her breath hitched, and her lower body burned for more of his heated touch. His grin was sinfully delicious as he dragged his thumb across her damp bottom lip. “Remember, Evie, I’m here with you. My game. My rules. Your surrender,” he murmured against her mouth. When he backed away, his expression turned playful. “Forget that again, and I’ll spank that sweet bottom until you truly believe me.”

  “You wouldn’t dare,” she stated, not sure if he was serious or not.

  He grinned a promise. “Try me.”

  * * *

  Later that morning, the sun beat down on Grey’s exposed arms beneath his white golf shirt as he exited the golf shop located to the right of the clubhouse with the thatched roof and white-and-gray marble floors. While the company might not be great today, the views were spectacular. Thick, lush tropical forests surrounded the bright green eighteen-hole golf course.

  “Grey, you’re with me.”

  He drew in a deep breath, centering himself, slipping on the baseball cap that he’d bought at the golf store inside, as well as a glove, and he glanced in the direction of Seth’s voice. At the bottom of the stairs, Seth waited in the golf cart with the two golf bags in the back. This is not going to end well.