Thief of Hearts Boxed Set

by Doreen DeSalvo

  Without conscious thought, he moved behind Kate and cupped her lovely breasts in his hands, squeezing gently, feeling her gasp and shudder as a strange woman’s tongue took her to the edge. “Don’t come yet, baby,” he murmured.

  She whimpered.

  “You look so hot, Kate. I love—” He bit the word off and swallowed hard. “I love that you’re doing this for me.” His gaze took in the observers, all watching avidly, and his chest swelled with pride. What a lovely, generous woman she was. How far she’d been willing to let him take her.

  Her back trembled against him. He pulled his shirt off, dying to feel her skin on his. She shimmied back and forth, teasing his chest and belly, moaning softly.

  He took her earlobe between his teeth and bit down gently, breathing in her ear the way he knew she liked. “You see how I own you? It’s up to me if you have another woman’s mouth on your pretty slit. I decide whether or not you get fucked.”

  “You won’t—” A little gasp cut her off. The lips at work between her legs must have found a tender spot. Had she thrust her tongue inside Kate’s pussy? His cock leaked a little on his pants.

  When Kate caught her breath, she looked up at him with those deep green cat’s eyes. “You won’t let another man fuck me. I know it.”

  Resisting him again. Hell, he might not do it, but that wasn’t the point. She had to want what he wanted, enjoy what he enjoyed. No matter what.

  “You’re right. I won’t let another man fuck you, because you don’t deserve to get fucked.” He tweaked her nipples one last time, and she moaned. “You’re resisting me, so you don’t deserve to have anything in that rebellious little pussy.”

  He stepped back. “Hey, teacher. You mind if I play with your girl for a minute?”

  The teacher had his hand on his cock, stroking idly, eyes glued to his partner’s head. “Go for it, man. I get off on sharing her.”

  Now that was a surprise. He’d expected a “no,” since he hadn’t let the guy play with Kate. But he’d take advantage of the nerd’s generosity.

  It took an act of will to turn away from Kate, but the schoolgirl was waiting for him, her lips and chin dripping wet. Wet from Kate’s pussy. His knees went weak. He leaned back against a horizontal metal bar and unzipped his pants, gaze fixed to her pursed little lips and bouncing pigtails.

  She gave a quick look at the professor. “Can I, Master? Would it please you?”

  He nodded. “You bet, baby. I can’t wait to kiss his cum off of your mouth.”

  Yuck. Not Jake’s fantasy, but who was he to complain? The schoolgirl licked her lips eagerly, her gaze focused on his crotch. He pulled his cock free, shivering a little as the cool air hit his superheated skin.

  She cooed at the sight, as though he had the juiciest dick she’d ever seen, and crawled over to his feet. Eyes focused on his cock, she opened wide and sucked him down in one smooth swallow.

  Oh, yeah. He leaned back and gripped the bar, closing his eyes with the rush of lust. A blow job from an anonymous woman, a slave servicing his cock while her Master watched—it didn’t get much better than this.

  A vision of Kate flashed into his head, kneeling at his feet like a geisha to suck him off, her movements as tentative as if it was the first blow job she’d ever given. A pang of regret took the edge off his pleasure. Damn it. He’d never planned to be monogamous. Why did he feel so guilty about having his meat in another woman’s mouth?

  He looked down at the sucking redhead. She gave a first-rate blow job, deep-throating him like a porn star, every swallow clamping down hard on the head of his cock. Slutty, pretty, and totally submissive. If he told her to bend like a pretzel and take him up the ass, she’d do it eagerly. The image should have made him spurt in her hot, tight mouth, but he felt nothing but puzzled detachment. She was sexy and submissive, but she wasn’t Kate.

  Shit. Love was a fucking inconvenient thing. Even with a hot, well-trained slave at his feet, all he could think about was getting back to Kate. He stroked the schoolgirl’s head, resting his hands on her ears. A gentle prelude to pushing her away.

  “Alcatraz.”

  No way. He had to open his eyes and look at Kate to make sure he’d heard her right. Tears trickled down her cheeks, or maybe it was perspiration. “What?”

  At his feet, the redhead took him even deeper into her tight throat. He gasped with the near-pain of it. The woman had a mouth like a steel trap.

  Kate licked her swollen, trembling lips. “Alcatraz.”

  The safe word. God damn it. He pushed the schoolgirl’s shoulders back. With a whimper and a little sucking noise, she released his cock and looked up at him in confusion.

  He patted her head. “Sorry, doll. You were great, really.”

  Two long steps brought him to Kate’s side. Without a word, without a glance at her face, he reached up and untied the ropes that bound her wrists. Guilt made his fingers clumsy, and it took a lot longer than it should have to free her.

  When she lowered her hands, she wiped at her cheeks but kept her eyes closed. The distress on her face made his chest hurt. Had he been oblivious to her suffering? Standing with her hands overhead must have been more painful than he’d thought.

  He freed her ankles, then straightened and reached out to massage her arms. She stepped back like he was a snake.

  “That’s it.” Her voice shook a little, but her face was set. “I can’t take anymore, Jake.”

  The words sounded horribly final. He’d pushed her too far, sent her over the edge of her comfort zone. She was new to all of this, so new, and he hadn’t broken her in gently at all. Stupid, stupid idea, taking her to a club this extreme. But damn it, he wasn’t about to backpedal.

  “Let’s get out of here. We can finish at home. In private.” Shit, that sounded like backpedaling.

  When she took a breath, her throat shuddered. “How could you do that to me?”

  The plaintive wail hit him smack in the chest. Guilt coiled in his stomach. “I didn’t know it hurt so much. You should have said something. I’d have—”

  “That’s not what I mean.” Her voice was rising, practically shouting. “How could you leave me hanging there, dying to come, while you…you chose another woman over me?”

  For the life of him, he couldn’t think of anything to say. The way she put it, he seemed like the dumbest man on Earth.

  She gripped the pole with one hand. “No matter what I do, how far I go, I’m just not enough for you. That’s the bottom line.” She wiped fresh tears from her cheeks. “I know I’m submissive. But I refuse to let you make me feel inferior.”

  A two-by-four between the eyes would have stunned him less. “Inferior? You’re…” There didn’t seem to be words to tell her what she meant to him. “You’re everything, Kate. None of this—” He waved his hand, taking in the poles, the ropes, the crowd of people in leather watching them, more enthralled by the drama than the sex. “None of this means anything without you.”

  She shook her head. “You call me a toy. Well, I’m not a toy you can break and put back together again.”

  Fear clogged his throat. Didn’t she understand the first thing about him? “I don’t want to break you. I just want you to admit that you’re mine.”

  “I’ve admitted it half a dozen times.”

  True, but he had never believed it.

  When he reached out this time, she let him pull her into his arms. He buried his face in her hair. “Maybe I want you to say it a little differently.”

  Tsk. “I’m not a mind reader, Jake.”

  He hated the thought of giving her a script, telling her what he needed to hear. But before he demanded her trust, he should earn it himself.

  He took a deep breath and let the truth out. “I love you, Kate.” Amazingly, the roof didn’t crash down on him. He squeezed her tight to keep her from seeing the naked vulnerability on his face. “All I really want is for you to love me back.”

  A collective sigh came from their audience. Damn, he
must sound like a sap.

  Who cared? All that mattered was Kate’s slender arms, pulling him closer. “Oh, Jake. I love you, too.”

  Unbelievable. When he leaned back and gazed down into her face, she looked more serene than he’d ever seen her. “No way.”

  “Why else do you think I let you…” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “Why do you think I let you spank me in my office? Anyone could have caught us.”

  She had a point. A woman who did that had to be either crazy or in love. Or crazy in love, like he was.

  She shimmied in his arms, her naked breasts swaying against his chest. “I can think of a few other ways to convince you. But first…” When her hand reached low and cupped his balls, she held a little too tightly for comfort, making him wince. “I love it when you boss me around. I love it when you punish me. But I won’t take the humiliation of standing by and watching you with another woman. Not ever.”

  He ignored the soreness in his balls and gently put a hand on her cheek. “That’s one of our differences, Kate.”

  Her brows furrowed in concern.

  He kissed her right on her puckered forehead. “I don’t want another woman, baby. But I loved seeing you with one.” Damned if his cheeks didn’t heat at the admission. He stumbled on, ignoring it. “And I like the thought of another man’s hands on you, too. As long as I’m the one directing the show.”

  Her fingers released his balls, and her shoulders lifted in a little shrug. “I suppose we can experiment with that.” She gazed down at his chest, the picture of submission. “If it would please you…Master.”

  She gave the word just the right hint of rebelliousness, like a bratty sub who would often test his limits…begging him for the punishment she secretly enjoyed. Yeah, Kate was perfect for him. Perfect in every way.

  He reached between her legs and stroked firmly, sliding easily through her silky wetness. Part of this wetness was from another woman’s saliva. Oh, yeah. Blood pounded through his cock.

  She gasped. “God, Jake, please…please don’t make me wait another moment.”

  He rubbed more lightly, and she whimpered. “Say it, Kate.”

  Her nails bit into his shoulders as she clung to him. “I love you.”

  Even with his cock throbbing, he laughed. “Not that.”

  “You own me.”

  Damn, she really wasn’t a mind reader at all.

  “You own me…” She licked her lips. “… Master.”

  God, yes. Amazing how one little word could send his passion soaring. He picked her up and carried her to the low reclining chair in one corner, not caring if the whole world saw. Hell, the whole world seemed to have erupted in applause.

  The noise died down as he laid Kate on the recliner. She stretched out like a pagan Goddess, watching him strip off his pants, kick off his shoes.

  She spread her legs and put a hand on her pussy, stroking while she waited. “May I come now, Master?”

  “Not without me.” His hands fumbled with his chinos, practically tearing the pocket off to find a condom. Why did it take so fucking long to open these damned things? He rolled the rubber on fast and fell into her waiting arms. She pulled him between her legs, tilting her hips and locking her ankles behind his knees, clinging to his shoulders like a woman possessed.

  He cradled her head in his forearms, nudging her pussy with his cock, sliding lower, probing carefully. Watching her face, he saw her eyes widen when he found the entrance to her womb. With one hard push, he slid into the hot, welcoming depths of her body.

  “Oh!” She arched her back, taking him deeper. He shuddered and started moving, fucking her with long, slow, controlled thrusts. No way would he come before her.

  She whimpered, breath whistling in his ear. “Fuck me, Master,” she whispered. The pointed tip of her tongue went into his ear, sending his pulse soaring.

  He groaned and bit her neck. She cried out, thrashing beneath him, practically sobbing with need. He let his teeth sink into the tender flesh of her neck, marking her as surely as his cock marked her pussy, taking her with intense, primal satisfaction. Nothing could feel better than this. Fucking the woman he loved…and knowing she loved him back. He bit the slope of her breast, and she cried out again.

  The sound made him moan. Blinding passion took over, driving him to move faster, thrust harder. She grabbed his ass, stinging him with her fingernails as she urged him on. Her moans and cries rang in his ear, nearly deafening him. It was all he could do to hold on to the tattered remnants of restraint, grinding his teeth to keep from exploding before she found her long-deserved relief.

  Thank God he didn’t have to wait long. She wrenched with a sudden climax, screaming his name, bucking so furiously beneath him that he had to grip one side of the chair to stay on top of her. He pounded into her madly, mindlessly, letting the rush of her pleasure take him over the cliff into searing oblivion, pouring his desperate need into the deep, shuddering recesses of her body.

  Drained and shaking, his hips ground down, yearning to keep his cock in her forever. Emotion and exhaustion pulled him under to near-unconsciousness. Panting for air, he collapsed onto the soft, welcoming pillow of her breasts.

  When he came back to Earth she was stroking his back idly, sighing gently in his ear. He propped his chin on one hand to look down into her face. Her eyes were all green mystery, her lips swollen, her eyeliner smeared into seductive smudges on her eyelids. Such a beautiful woman. And his. Finally, at last, all his.

  A tiny bruise marred the side of her neck where he’d bitten her. Nothing had ever looked so sexy to him. He planted a tiny kiss on the mark, then kissed her lips. “I love you,” he whispered against her mouth, and felt her smile in answer.

  When he lifted his head, she rubbed her cheek against his forearm. “Thank you, Master.”

  It sounded like the most fervent declaration of love she could make to him. Tenderness made his heart swell. “You don’t need to call me that all the time, baby.”

  “Maybe I won’t. When we’re in the office, it might be risky.” Her smile was coy. “But sometimes…well, sometimes I like to take risks.”

  He wove his fingers through the hair at the side of her head, enjoying the silky softness. “You took a big risk on me.”

  One of her fingernails trailed over his shoulder, a little scratch of pain. “I don’t know if it was such a big risk after all. It felt…inevitable.”

  Philosophy wasn’t his thing, especially not with Kate lying naked beneath him. He gazed down at her full, lush breasts and felt his cock twinge inside her body. When he dropped his head and took one nipple between his teeth, clamping the delicate point, she moaned and squeezed down on his cock with nutcracker force. After all the time he’d kept her hot and horny, she must be primed for a string of orgasms.

  “Master, please…may I please come again?”

  He loved that she asked him, loved that she sounded so hesitant. He loved her, pure and simple. And she deserved all the love he could give her in return. She’d earned it, putting up with all of his shit.

  He licked at the slope of her breast, soothing where he’d nipped her. “Yes, baby, you can come again. As many times as you want.”

  She smiled up at him, her face shining with wicked intent. “Thank you, Master.”

  Somehow the words sounded like a threat. No doubt she’d keep him up all night—literally.

  And he’d love every draining moment.

  Epilogue

  She hated being late. Kate rushed through a shower, then kept one eye on the clock as she toweled off and put on her makeup. She had less than an hour to get ready and drive across town. Being late for a retirement party was bad form—especially when she hoped to get a big promotion now that a spot had opened up.

  The cell phone chirped from the bedroom. Just what she needed—a call to take up even more of her time. “Jake?” Maybe he could at least look at the caller ID and tell her who it was.

  No answer. He must have stepped out. Typic
al. These business dinners made him antsy.

  Naked, she ran down the hall and fumbled in her purse for the phone. The display read “private number.” Of course; everyone in California seemed to have their ID blocked.

  She took a chance and pressed the Talk button. “Hello?”

  “Hey, baby.”

  “Jake? Where are you?” Damn it, he’d better not make them late.

  “No questions, Kate.”

  That menacing tone sent a shiver of delight down her spine. A conditioned response. “Yes, Master.”

  She plunked down on the bed and glanced at the clock. This had better be fast. Maybe she could get dressed while they talked. She reached for the dresser drawer and eased it out slowly, praying Jake wouldn’t hear and object.

  “What are you wearing?”

  Better to tell him the truth. She’d learned that the hard way over the past few months. “Nothing.”

  He chuckled. “I meant tonight. What are you wearing to the party?”

  “Oh. I thought I’d wear a tailored suit. I want to look competent.”

  “Hmm.”

  Oh, no. Would Jake insist she wear something wildly inappropriate?

  “No panties, baby. And no nylons. I want to be able to get a hand under your skirt at dinner.”

  Her heart thumped. Would he dare? Ever since that first day months ago, Jake hadn’t done anything risky when her co-workers were around. His visits to her office had been limited to brief kisses and furtive touches, often followed by a quick, steamy session at the nearest hotel. The desk clerk at the Ramada probably thought they were having a torrid affair.

  “Yes, Master. No panties, no nylons.”

  “Will Dayna and Arthur be there tonight?”

  She wedged the phone between her ear and shoulder, then stood to shimmy into her skirt. The scratchy wool would keep her aroused all night. She’d be ready to jump Jake’s bones the minute they got in the car. “I’m sure they will.”

  “Good. I want to ask Dayna for the phone number of the guy who did her exotic piercings.”

  Her hand shook so badly, she almost dropped the phone. Jake had been threatening to have her labia pierced, to put a little ring through one lip. She’d pretended to be nervous about it, because Jake enjoyed it when she did kinky things strictly to please him.