Thief of Hearts Boxed Set

by Doreen DeSalvo

  He’d take them both to a hotel—her mind obediently manufactured the setting as heat built in her clit, her fingers stoking the fire with rapid friction. Yes, a hotel. She pictured herself on the bed, naked, legs spread wide and tied to bedposts that her imagination readily supplied. Arthur would be magnificent naked, tall and slender, with a thin, long cock that didn’t quite measure up to Jake’s.

  Suck him, Jake would order.

  She’d open her mouth like a little bird, eager for a cock, any cock, in any orifice. Jake would watch, dark eyes gleaming, his cock hard and rigid against his belly. Even with Arthur thrusting into her mouth, she couldn’t take her eyes off of the kinky man who’d set up the scenario. This was all for Jake.

  She’d suck Arthur hard—Bite him—oh yes, maybe Arthur liked pain, too. Her teeth would draw short moans from his throat. Jake would scratch between her legs, running his fingernails over her sensitive flesh, tormenting her poor throbbing clit.

  Yes, hurt me. Her own fingers stopped and flicked against the hard nub. The rush of pain made her nipples tingle, and she had to bite her lip to stop a moan.

  Then Jake would climb on top of her and fuck her, filling her cunt as Arthur filled her mouth, and she’d lose control, moaning and gasping as Jake thrust into her, struggling to breathe with her mouth all but plugged.

  He’d push Arthur away then, wanting Kate all to himself, claiming her with every hard stroke of his cock. Arthur would obey with a surly frown, a dominant man subdued by an even stronger man. He’d kneel on the bed, rubbing his own cock as he watched Jake fuck her. My turn next. Her heart skipped a beat. As soon as Jake was done, Arthur would fuck her, too.

  And she’d be eager for him. She’d be theirs all night long—a purely sexual being, open to both of them, letting them take her in every way possible, making only a token protest. Or no protest at all. They’d leave her exhausted, aching, marked by their teeth, filled with their cum and wishing she had strength for more. The skin on her belly and thighs would be abraded from their whiskers, red from their slapping hands.

  But now, to punish her in advance, Jake would bite at her breasts. She thrust them forward, imagining his teeth nipping at her, leaving tiny bruises on her pale flesh.

  What next? He knew Arthur wanted her, but it would be at Jake’s command.

  He’d order Arthur closer… Get over here. Then what? Lay down.

  As Arthur laid on his back, Jake would pull Kate up—the ties vanished—turn her onto her hands and knees, position her face over Arthur’s cock. He slathered cool lubricant on her behind while Arthur’s cock waggled before her face. She licked her lips, waiting, knowing better than to do anything without Jake’s order.

  He pushed a finger into her asshole, spearing her with fire. Now suck him, baby. Suck him while I fuck you in the ass.

  Before she could finish the fantasy, her fingers brought her to an abrupt climax, legs shaking with the effort to keep her upright. Her body jerked in short staccato tremors, a little earthquake of an orgasm that rippled through her in easy waves of releasing tension.

  She whimpered and slowed her fingers, bringing herself down gently. Her wrist cramped a little in protest, and she flexed her hand back and forth to stretch the tight muscles. Too much exercise. She usually masturbated with a vibrator. Not in the office, though. The noise would be a dead giveaway. She grinned, then sobered. What had come over her?

  The tissue had all but disintegrated into a soggy mess. She tossed the wad into the toilet, then grabbed more, dabbing her damp forehead first, then wiping the fluid from between her thighs. The crotch of her pantyhose was sodden with moisture. She pulled them to her knees and pressed the thin nylon between two pads of tissue, drying it as much as possible.

  She pulled the hose up, straightened her skirt, and left the privacy of the stall to wash her hands.

  Thank goodness no one had come in. She’d probably been gasping and panting loud enough to be heard across the room.

  A glance in the mirror showed only a few wispy little strands of hair out of place. She brushed them back, studying her face carefully. Her makeup hadn’t smudged, though her lipstick was a little thin. She could fix that in her office quickly enough. But her eyes were vaguely haunted, as though a stranger looked back at her.

  A stranger who wanted to suck a co-worker’s dick while another man fucked her in the ass.

  Her cheeks reddened. Where had that fantasy come from? She’d been independent from the age of fourteen, when she’d found an eviction notice and realized her grandmother was too poor to support the two of them on Social Security, even though she tried her best. Kate had taken a job at Taco Magnifico the very next day, gotten straight A’s, and worked her way through law school.

  She was a self-made, liberated woman. Women like her didn’t want men to abuse them sexually.

  But it didn’t make her feel abused. It made her feel…complete. Alive. As though having Jake command her sexually was a secret ingredient to happiness that she’d been missing all her life.

  But if he thought she was going to let him boss her around outside the bedroom, he had another thing coming. Her career was a lot more important than hot sex.

  Even if the hot sex was the most fulfilling thing she’d ever known.

  Chapter Three

  Jake turned up the collar of his denim jacket and hurriedly shoved his hands back in his pockets. Whoever said the coldest winter was a summer in San Francisco had it right. Even here at the Unemployment Office, miles away from the water that kept the city cool, the wind was like a breath of ice.

  He put his back to the wind, leaning one hip on the brick wall that fenced in the parking lot. The guy he’d turned to face, a twenty-something Hispanic man in jeans and a gray down jacket, gave him a knowing grin and flapped his elbows like a duck, hands deep in his pockets. “You need a heavier coat.”

  “Yeah. I need money first.”

  The man sidled closer. “I’m Juan.”

  “Jake.” With the weather this cold, neither of them reached out a bare hand to shake.

  “You know anything about cars, Jake?”

  Was this some kind of job offer, or just casual chat? “A little.” He could fake what he didn’t know, or pick it up quickly enough.

  “My cousin, he has a garage. He’s always looking for cars to use…for repairs, you know?”

  A chop shop. It had to be, considering the shifty look in Juan’s eyes.

  “You bring in cars, he pays top dollar.”

  Did he have ex-con tattooed on his forehead? Barely a week out of San Quentin, and he was already being pegged as a criminal. “If he’s looking for a mechanic, I know my way around an engine pretty good. But I’m not up for anything…” He didn’t want to insult the guy. “Uh, under the table.”

  Juan shrugged and turned away. “Suit yourself.”

  Oh well. Almost two hours standing here, and his only offer had been one to boost cars. No way was he going to get enough money to take Kate out to a nice place for dinner. He twisted his wrist to glance at his watch. Yep, five to ten.

  When he looked up, the group had thinned to six. Juan was gone, along with a few others. An older man with a weather-beaten face, eyes invisible under a Giants baseball cap, spit onto the sidewalk. “No work today. Before eight, that’s when the foremen come by.”

  Before eight, he’d been screwing Kate on her kitchen table. Who’d have believed he’d find someone like her so quickly after getting out? Not that he was going to tie himself down to one woman. Not after three long years of celibacy.

  He nodded absently at his new neighbor. “Yeah, looks like we’re out of luck today.”

  The man checked his watch. “Another thirty minutes. Then a spot of brandy will warm me up real quick.”

  A low whistle came from a guy on his other side. “I’ll take a spot of that instead.”

  Jake swiveled his head. A young woman walked toward them, dressed like it was eighty degrees instead of the mid-fifties. Short skir
t, bare legs, heels like stilts. Her hair was dyed a vivid, unnatural shade of red, her eyes covered with equally bright shadow.

  Her neon yellow blazer was so tight, her breasts were pushed up and out above the buttons. She put a little extra bounce in her walk, encouraging the mounds to jiggle. With such thin legs and a non-existent ass, those cantaloupes must be fakes. Still, she knew how to wrap them for maximum effect.

  “Yum.”

  He wasn’t sure who said it. Hell, it might have been him.

  She gave them a little grin as she passed, encouraging the whistles but knowing damned well none of them had a chance at getting under her tight little black skirt. When she got to Jake, she raised a flirtatious eyebrow and slowed her pace a bit.

  Kate would fill out a blazer like that, and her breasts were all natural. He’d give anything to see her strut down the street like this little tart, putting on a show for a bunch of rowdy lowlifes. He’d watch, knowing that of all the men she teased, he was the only one who’d get to fuck her.

  Yeah, he’d like to put Kate on display. Maybe tonight, if she was willing…

  What the hell? He blinked. A delicious tramp had just given him the eye, and all he could think about was how Kate would look in her slutty clothes. He should be chasing after the skirt in front of him, not daydreaming about Kate.

  She was too far gone now, at least thirty feet away. Damn. Another opportunity lost.

  A black flatbed Ford pulled up to the curb, engine idling. The guy behind the wheel wore a Giant’s cap and a flannel shirt. He pointed out the open passenger window at the other baseball fan. “Four hours of hammering two-by-fours. Ten bucks an hour. You up for it?”

  The man in the cap was already swinging into the passenger seat.

  What could he say to get the job? Nothing came to mind. He didn’t know how to impress anyone, and this wasn’t the typical job interview. Might as well go back to his room and make plans for lunch with Kate. He’d find a way to stretch his cash—

  “Hey, daydreamer. You want forty bucks or not?”

  The driver was looking straight at him. Jake nodded. “Yes, sir.” Gag. He hated sucking up. But if it gave him enough money to take Kate out, he’d do it.

  He swung himself over the side of the truck bed. Hammering two-by-fours suited him just fine. Brainless work. He’d keep his brain busy making plans for Kate tonight. He’d get her to wear something slutty and show her off…maybe push her to expose herself. Stake his claim on her in public.

  If she didn’t like it, he’d punish her.

  Either way, he was in for a good time.

  Chapter Four

  The fountain threw off a riot of white noise, enough to mask the cooing pigeons fluttering across her path. Kate stopped to take her phone out of her purse.

  No calls.

  She set it on vibrate and tucked it into her blazer pocket where she’d be sure to hear it ring, or at least feel it vibrate. Not that she had time to meet Jake at this point. She’d waited until two o’clock before running out for some quick stir fry over brown rice, eating with one eye on the phone.

  This just proved how crazy she was for getting hung up on a man like Jake Monroe.

  Ridiculous how much she felt like a jilted high schooler. He probably had a good reason for not calling. Maybe he’d found a job. Not likely, but possible.

  A Filipino woman with a granny cart full of crusty plastic bags stopped in front of Kate, her black eyes anxious under the red bandana tied babushka-style over her salt-and-pepper hair. When Kate side-stepped to go around, the woman spoke. “Mota? Weed?”

  For pity’s sake, did she look like a pot head? Kate shook her head, then walked on. Sad to see the elderly selling marijuana to make a buck. She had competition, too—the brick-paved plaza of Civic Center was packed today. Odd that low-level criminals chose a spot so close to the Courthouse to hang out, but it had been like this for as long as she could remember.

  A shout caught her attention, followed by cheers. A group of kids in Oakland A’s jackets were tossing pennies against one wall of the United Nations building, clustered in a huddle where a slope in the grass formed a bit of a barrier from the walkway.

  On second glance, they weren’t kids after all, but young adults with nothing better to do. Deadbeats. She shouldn’t judge them, but she did.

  The buzzing from her phone almost made her jump. If Jake thought she could meet him for a nooner this late, she’d give him a piece of her mind.

  The Caller ID read “private number.”

  “Hello?”

  “Hey, Kate. It’s Jake.”

  Casual words, yet something in his deep voice made her knees a little weak. He might be an ex-con, but he had a natural air of authority. An attitude that said I’m in charge. “Just a minute. It’s windy.”

  Around the corner, a small alcove in the side of City Hall sheltered her from the wind. “Hi. Where are you?”

  “I’m calling to take you up on that hotel room.”

  The nerve of the man. “It’s after two, Jake. Lunch was hours ago.”

  “Then why are you out of the office now?”

  Nothing would make her admit she’d waited for him, the thoughtless jerk. “I was tied—” The words tied up had taken on a whole new meaning. “My morning meeting ran late. I just grabbed a quick bite, but I have to get back to the office now.”

  “Meet me at the Ramada on Market. It’s less than a block from your office. I’ll get a room and wait for you in the lobby.”

  What was she supposed to do, get fired? “I have a job. I can’t disappear in the middle of the day just because you want to get laid.”

  “That’s not what you said this morning.”

  “I said noon. It hasn’t been noon for two hours.” Oh, great. Whine at him.

  “Getting technical on me?”

  Why did that sound like a trick question? Like one wrong move would set him off…or send him packing. “I’m not a hooker, Jake. You can’t expect me to drop everything for a last-minute date with you.”

  A long pause. So long that she held the phone away from her ear and looked at it to make sure he was still connected. “Jake?”

  “I’m not happy that you don’t have time for me, Kate.”

  The edge of anger in his voice set her heart pounding. She leaned against the wall and cupped her hand in front of her mouth to block her voice from traveling. “What do you intend to do about it?”

  “If you meet me at the Ramada, maybe you’ll find out.”

  Still a threatening note behind the teasing words. “I wish I could.”

  “Look around, Kate. Is there a man standing close to you?”

  What did he care? She glanced around. A pair of businessmen were striding along the opposite sidewalk, ties flapping in the breeze. “Yes. Why?”

  “Open your shirt.”

  Her mouth dropped open for a second. “You can’t be serious.”

  “Oh, but I am. Dead serious. Open your blouse. Give them a flash of what you’re denying me.”

  “I’ll get arrested.”

  He snorted. “Hardly. Trust me on that. It takes a lot to get arrested in this town.”

  “I can’t just—”

  “Don’t you want to please me?”

  God, yes. She wanted to please him in every way possible—but she’d never imagined exhibitionism would be his thing. He seemed too possessive. “Of course I want to. But…I’m afraid.”

  “You enjoy the fear. Now hurry up and flash a tit, or I’ll make you hike your skirt up and show everyone that you went out without panties.”

  The crude words caused a rush of dampness in her sex. “What if I don’t do it?” Maybe he’d give her the spanking she’d been thinking about all morning. And she had to wait until tonight? God, this was going to be longest afternoon of her life.

  “I’ll up the ante. Would you rather show a little breast or a little ass?”

  She gasped. “That would definitely get me arrested.”

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p; “Not unless you flash a cop. Do it, Kate. I mean it. If you don’t expose your breast in the next ten seconds, I’ll make you show off your bare pussy.”

  He’d never know the truth.

  “Don’t try to lie to me.”

  Wow, his radar was good. And the orders were so sexy, so close to her earlier fantasy, that she didn’t want to say no. But still…what if someone saw her? Someone she knew. Her office was less than a block away. “I don’t know…”

  “The more you argue, the more I’ll make you expose.”

  She didn’t want to argue. But something made her want to push him further. “I can’t, Jake. I’m in public.”

  “Then it’s over. I want a woman who knows how to please me, not a stubborn brat.”

  Her heart skipped. Did he mean that? He’d hinted this morning that he wanted her submission. And from the way her body was tingling in excitement, she wanted that, too. “I’ll do it.”

  “Your bare pussy?”

  A hard lump in her throat made her swallow. “Just…just my breast, Jake. Please?” Her voice wavered a little.

  “I like it when you beg me.” She could hear the wicked smile in his voice. “All right, just a breast. But describe it to me. Do you see a man? What does he look like?”

  The businessmen were long past, but another man was sitting on a low wall about twenty feet away, a sandwich in one hand. “He’s maybe thirty years old. Dark hair. Sitting on a wall, eating his lunch.”

  “Get real close to him. Let him see you unbutton your shirt.”

  She left the protection of the sheltering wall and walked toward the man on the bench. “I’m moving closer, so he can get a good look.”

  Only he didn’t look. He kept his eyes on his sandwich. Closer now, she could see a white cord running down his side to his pocket. An iPod had his attention. Even so, her heart raced with adrenaline.

  “I’m unbuttoning my blouse, Jake.” She whispered the words so the man wouldn’t hear. With trembling fingers, she opened her blazer, then undid two buttons on her blouse, right over her bra. The wind pulled the gap wide open, chilling her nipples to hard points.