Silver Tongue (a PowerUp! story)

by Marie Harte

  “With a big dick.” She snorted at that. “So how about it? I help you, you help me.”

  “S-so you want me to have sex with you.”

  “I don’t know how much plainer I can be. Yes.”

  “To serve your every whim. Like a slave.” The color blossomed on her cheeks prettier than any rose had a right to be. “Your sexual slave.”

  “As smart as you’re cute. What a woman.”

  She glared at him.

  “You nailed it, Kitty. From now until we’re done. You bend over and grab your toes on my say-so. You suck me off, ride me, or take me anyway I want. All fucking day long if I demand it.”

  “Why me?”

  Beyond that dismay and frustration he sensed fascination. The woman who’d knelt so prettily for him a few weeks ago needed to submit. But the strength in her personality would make that hard for a woman like Kitty. She needed taming, badly.

  “Why not you?” he responded, his voice intentionally soft.

  “But… Sex?”

  “You like sex, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, but…”

  “You have a boyfriend?” The only fly in the ointment that he could tell.

  “No. What about you?”

  “Nope. No boyfriend.”

  “Jackass.” She glared. “How about a girlfriend?”

  “Nah. Too busy for all that emotional drama you women tend to schlep around.”

  She smirked. “Please. You’re the one who was practically crying because your sister met a man she likes. I’m thinking of a five-letter word. It starts with P and ends with Y.”

  He really, really liked when she turned bitchy. Her eyes seemed to change from a bright to a dark green. And her hair only accented the flush in her cheeks, the red of her lips. And speaking of lips… “Are you wearing lipstick?”

  She stopped herself from saying whatever she’d been about to say. “Huh?”

  “Lipstick.” He took a step closer and inhaled. She wore a subtle perfume that pretty much tore through any hope he’d had to remain in control of his libido tonight. He’d planned to wait to fuck her again until the next time they met. Not now. “Your lips are redder than they were before.”

  “You remember the color of my mouth?”

  She bit her lower lip, and he contained a moan. Barely.

  “Um, yeah. I’m wearing lipstick.”

  “I like it.” He couldn’t help his husky voice, any more than he could help his cock pressing against his jeans. “A lot.”

  “Um, good. I think.” She swallowed hard. “So, you’ll help me if I’ll let you fuck me whenever you want?”

  “And however I want.”

  She frowned. “I’m not into pain.”

  “Me neither. But I like control. And you like to submit.”

  She turned beet red but didn’t refute the accusation, exactly. “Look, if I agree to this—and that’s a big maybe—it’s only to help the team. I mean, I’m not saying I buy into your submission bullshit. But we’re talking maybe a week of sex with you. You’re not that bad-looking.” She sighed. “I’ve had worse.”

  He couldn’t help it. He grinned.

  “You can’t tell anyone about this. That’s nonnegotiable.”

  Any sane person would have told him to fuck off. He’d half expected her to. Demanding sex in exchange for help to track down that statue was ludicrous, but hell, it couldn’t hurt. Kitty would have shot him down in a heartbeat if she didn’t want what he offered. But hell, if it made her feel better to succumb to blackmail, he’d play the bad guy. For now.

  “Fine. Anything else?” he asked.

  “How do I know you’re clean?”

  “Good question. And same to you.”

  She glared. “I haven’t had sex in over a year. How’s that?”

  “But how do I know I can trust you?” He liked goading her. “Tell you what. Give me a handjob tonight, to show you mean it. Then you come back to me with a clean bill of health. I’ll show you the same.”

  “We don’t have a lot of time here. That statue comes with…baggage.”

  He obviously hadn’t heard all he needed to about this mission. Mission. His blood hummed at the thought of getting back into the thick of things. God, he’d missed the action for too long. If Kitty hadn’t agreed to the sexual dynamic, he’d have helped her out just to feel that adrenaline rush once more. And hell, because he liked Owen Stallbridge, the actual owner of The Little Death. Dane had gone on a few missions with Owen in the past. Playboy millionaire, assassin on the side. Yeah, he liked Owen.

  But he liked Kitty more.

  “Tell you what, sweetcakes. I’ll go to whatever clinic you set up for me. I know you have contacts in town. Make the deal, and I’m in.” He held out his hand.

  Chapter Five

  She looked at his hand, then at him.

  He waited. His confidence that she’d agree should have irked her. What sane woman agreed to service a domineering jerk for “the job” unless she was a hooker? But Kitty wanted him, badly, and the bastard knew it. She’d been fighting against her baser needs for what felt like forever. Maybe if she finally let someone stronger boss her around in the bedroom, she’d find that she didn’t really like it.

  Oh hell. I’m rationalizing away my perversions. Yet she was too tired of fighting them to care. Kitty wanted to know what great sex could feel like, and she knew Dane could show her.

  She took a deep breath and let it out while she shook his hand. “Fine. I’ll set up an appointment for you.” She hurriedly pulled her hand away and dug into her purse for her phone. In a matter of minutes, she’d arranged for both of them to be tested tomorrow in a clinic run by a doctor the PowerUp! team had used before. Dr. Cannon would rush the results because she, like Kitty and her friends, was used to psychics working secretive jobs. Hell, the woman’s entire family consisted of paranormal talents.

  Kitty turned to face Dane again. “Okay. Tomorrow at eight in the morning. I’ll text you the address to the clinic.” He nodded, and she moved to go.

  “Kitty?”

  “Yes?”

  “About my handjob… I’m hard, and I want you to ease it.”

  Like that, her panties grew damp. Knowing Dane wanted her turned her on, like flipping a switch. “You’re serious?”

  “I did all the work last time. I want to see how you handle a man.” He walked to his couch, sat down, and unbuttoned his pants. “No mouth, nothing too close. Just that pretty hand wrapped around my cock.”

  His low voice only added to her arousal. That, and seeing that beautiful shaft, so stiff and long.

  Jesus, he was huge. Wrap her hand around him? Not likely.

  “Fine.” She could do this. Oh hell. Who was she fooling? She wanted to do this. She tossed her purse on a nearby table and joined him in the living room. Then a sudden thought occurred. “Where is Karen?”

  “Gone. But does it really matter?” He shrugged. “You’re mine, right?” When she said nothing, he put some bite into the question. “Right?”

  She nodded and closed the distance between them.

  “Good. Now get to work.”

  Kitty licked her lips, feeling all kinds of nervous, which made little sense considering this same man had come all over her breasts not a few weeks past. She knelt between his splayed legs and reached out to stroke his cock.

  “That’s it.” He watched her through shuttered lids. “Rub my balls, Kitty. Learn me. Feel me.”

  Man, she wanted to, and that scared her. But I’m playing a part. This is okay; it’s not real, she reminded herself and let her guard down as she obeyed him. She grazed his cock with her nails, then let the pads of her fingers stroke that soft yet firm flesh. He had a broad head, and she let herself feel him all over, taken with the velvety crown and the slick slit filled with precum.

  She rubbed over him, watching his shaft twitch and jump under her hold. With her other hand, she reached into his jeans to graze his balls. But she couldn’t really feel them with the
denim in the way.

  She took her hands away and glanced up, only to pause at the banked fire in his eyes. Dear God, but he looked ready to pounce and take her until she had nothing but yes to give.

  “Could you pull down your jeans? I can’t touch you everywhere like this.”

  “You do it.” He leaned up and let her pull his jeans and underwear down his hips. The sexy boxer briefs he wore looked incredible on his frame. Just that black underwear showcasing thick thighs and an impressive set of abs. But underneath… wow, was all she could think.

  Her breath hitched as he settled back down, his clothes now down to midthigh, his knees spread as wide as the garments would allow him.

  “Touch me. Get me off,” he growled.

  She wanted to in the worst way. Except Kitty wanted to suck him down, and that level of intimacy she only reserved for longtime lovers. Of which she hadn’t had any in forever.

  Flushing at her apparent desperation, she hurried to cup him again. His sac was velvety soft, but his balls were hard knots, and she knew it wouldn’t take long for him to come.

  As she played with those knots with one hand, she gripped his cock in the other and started pumping him. Her fingers barely fit around his shaft, and his loud groan only added to the rampant eroticism.

  “Harder. More,” he said as he arched into her touch. He humped in time with her stroking and had her working not just because he demanded it, but because she wanted to see him come. Her drenched panties and stiff nipples gave testament to her desperation. God, she wanted to climb on and ride him until they both collapsed, exhausted.

  Dane groaned and grunted while she rubbed his shaft and palmed his balls. Then she skated a finger along his perineum and gripped him harder as she jerked him off.

  He swore and shuddered as he came all over himself. He had a lot to give, and his seed shot high up his chest and over his belly. The milky fluid stood out against his darker sweater, and she continued to masturbate him until he covered her hand with his. “Christ. That’s enough.” He panted as if he’d run a marathon. “Oh yeah. We’re gonna have fun together, Kitty. You and me and that mouth. I want to see you wearing that lipstick next time we meet. Instead of your hand around me, I want those rich red lips sucking me off. And you’ll swallow all my cum, right, kitten?”

  She found herself nodding, enthralled with his commanding presence. His hand remained on hers, both of them holding his semihard cock.

  “You have no idea how badly I want to eat you out. You’re wet for me, aren’t you?”

  She didn’t answer, embarrassed at how much seeing him climax had aroused her.

  “Yeah, that’s something we need to get straight right now. You answer me when I ask you a question.” He gripped her chin and forced her to meet his gaze. “And you tell the truth. Stand up and straddle me. Standing on the couch.”

  “But—”

  “Fucking do it,” he growled.

  She didn’t want to piss him off, so she toed off her shoes so she wouldn’t kill herself trying to balance, then straddled him on the cushions. At this height, her pussy rested an inch or two above his line of sight.

  She glanced down at him and saw him lick his lips.

  “Lift your skirt.”

  She hurriedly stared straight ahead and lifted it.

  “Take off your panties.”

  She awkwardly removed them and in seconds felt his hands parting her labia. His finger found her clit and rubbed, barely touching her. And then he ground that finger harder. In seconds, she came hard on a cry.

  “That’s it. Let it flow. I like you nice and wet. That’s good lube.” He didn’t ask but eased his finger from her clit to her ass and pushed. The tip of him rested in her asshole, but she didn’t care, still caught in the aftershock of her climax. “I can’t wait to fuck you here. I’m going to come inside your pussy, your ass, your mouth. All over you. And you’ll love it, because you get to do what you were born to do.”

  He didn’t say any more, but then he didn’t have to. He’d made it clear he thought of her as nothing more than a slave to use at his whim. But hey, she might as well look on the bright side. At least he’d let her come as well.

  Before she could move from him, he shoved his finger deeper, spearing her anus. With his other hand, he fit two fingers into her pussy with ease. “Yeah. That’s good.”

  She did her best not to squirm, full, uncomfortable, yet strangely turned on again.

  “Tell me what you were born to do, Kitty. And I don’t mean fuck. You’re no whore.”

  He surprised her with that firm denial. For all that he wanted to boss her around, he also seemed to want her compliance.

  “I don’t know. I’m good at a lot of things,” she said to be difficult. She refused to acknowledge her darker needs. That urge to submit, a weakness to obey and give in, always made her think of her mother. It was one thing for Dane to demand she help him, but to outright admit she liked it? Another thing entirely.

  She angled her head and glanced down at him. She hadn’t expected him to smile. And oh wow, what that man’s grin could do to her libido.

  He slowly slid his fingers out of her and stared at her pussy for an uncomfortable moment. “Cover yourself.”

  She put her skirt down and stepped back onto the floor. Then she stepped into her panties and shoes.

  “Tomorrow morning at the clinic. I’ll be there.” He nodded and stood. “Tuck me back in, kitten.”

  Why the hell did a stupid pet name reduce her to a puddle of lust all over again? Her heart felt softer, and she knew her emotions needed an outlet. Her power swelled but found no purchase in Dane’s psyche. Still closed up like a drum.

  “I can feel that,” he said huskily. “When you slide that over me, I feel it.”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Of all the people to be resistant to yet aware of her abilities, it just figured that one person would have to be Dane. She put him back to rights, wishing she didn’t love how his skin felt under her hands.

  “Oh, and Kitty? Once we have those results back, you can bet your ass—and other body parts—that I’m not wearing a condom. So if you’re not already protected, get on birth control.”

  She wanted to tell him that took time, that a woman couldn’t just start taking the pill and be rendered infertile. But she’d been on the damn thing for years and had stayed on it just in case she ever got lucky. Or worse, found herself at the mercy of a nondesirable on a mission—a fear that had always troubled her. Sexually submitting for a kink was one thing; being forced against her will to do anything would hurt her in ways no weapon ever could.

  “Kitty?”

  “I’m on the pill already,” she snapped, wishing Dane didn’t make her think so hard. The damn man at turns frustrated and enthralled her.

  “You sure you can handle this?” he asked quietly. “Because—”

  She feared what he might say next, irrationally worried he’d call the whole thing off. Kitty interrupted, more than ready to meet Dane halfway. “I can handle anything you throw at me, big guy. And don’t think I can’t.” She got right in his face and took his chin in her hand. “I might obey you for this mission, but don’t think I won’t put you flat on your ass if you fuck around on me.”

  His sober stare turned into a grin. “Oh, and I forgot. I’ll make sure to clean up my language while we work on finding your statue.”

  “You bet your ass.”

  He laughed and shocked her by kissing her. The small peck deepened, and she kissed him back. An intimacy much deeper than fucking, but a melding of touch and scent and taste that made her want to delve inside his mind and stay there.

  When they parted, they studied each other, looking for what, she had no idea. But maybe if she stared hard enough, she’d learn what it was about this man that stuck with her even after they parted ways.

  “See you soon, Kitty.” He walked her to the door and scooped up her purse for her. He handed it to her but didn’t release i
t. “One more thing. Kitty. Short for…?”

  “Katherine,” she muttered, hating the name. “After my mom.”

  He let go of the purse and nodded.

  They parted in silence. As she drove home, she wondered how she’d tell the others she’d be out-of-pocket for the next few days, and how hard it would be to keep the conditions of her new mission a secret from a bunch of psychics who wouldn’t think twice about hurting a man who threatened one of their own.

  Because for some bizarre reason, Kitty didn’t want to think about Dane in harm’s way. Unless she was the one aiming the blow…

  * * * *

  Two days later, Dane knocked on Kitty’s door. He’d brought along his clean bill of health to stifle any protests she might make about safe sex. And he’d cleared the next week of his schedule in the event the mission took longer than anticipated. He didn’t like leaving his current project for so long, but if all went as planned, he and Kitty would have The Little Death back in Stallbridge’s hands in a few days. In the meantime, he’d fuck the delectable redhead until neither of them could walk. He’d return to work, and life would go back to the way it normally ran. Smoothly, and under his control.

  He stood on Kitty’s covered front porch and looked around. The woman lived close to the gym, just a few blocks from Bond Street in an older section of town. It was no wonder he hadn’t seen her before now, since he made a point to stay away from the cluster of Bend’s touristy downtown stores.

  The little Craftsman cottage suited her. A one-story that looked big enough to fit a couple, or one person, comfortably. He wondered about that, why a woman who looked like Kitty remained single. But hell, he wondered about a lot of things when it came to this woman. What could she really do with that brain of hers? What strange power did she seem to hold over people? And why the hell did she seem so uncomfortable with her need to submit?

  The door opened, and he stared into an unfamiliar face. A guy as big as himself stood there, wearing a hat that would look right at home down South.

  “So you’re the big guy, eh?”

  The man had a Texan drawl, and Dane had an immediate sense that he could kill quite easily. Not someone to screw around with.