by N. J. Young
“Okay.” Please don’t say stop. “You can say anything to me, Pretty.” But please, oh dear lord, please don’t say stop.
She looked down, and a breathy little laugh escaped her. “I’ve never … um, well—”
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Harper, are you a virgin? Is that what you’re trying to tell me?” No way was that possible. She was thirty-two years old.
“What?” She blinked up at him in surprise. “Oh, heavens no. I mean I certainly haven’t had a lot of sex.” Those lithe fingers reached up to play with the buttons on his shirt. “But all the sex I have had has been very … vanilla.” Her teeth sank into her lower lip, and she gave him a sheepish look as if she was afraid of how he was going to react to that statement.
He narrowed his eyes. “How did you know I—” He stopped as realization hit him. “Right. The women in my family can’t keep their mouths shut worth shit.” He leaned back and scrubbed a hand over the scruff on his chin. “Was it Tori, Carly, or Linzee that decided to fill you in on my sexual proclivities?”
“Tori and Carly.” Before he could pull his phone out of his pocket to text his brothers that their girlfriends needed a spanking, Harper continued. “They weren’t gossiping. They just mentioned a few things as if they thought I already knew.” Her lips pursed in an attempt to stifle a smile. Considering just moments ago, she looked close to catatonic, maybe he should be thanking his soon-to-be sisters-in-law instead.
He leaned back and crossed his arms against his massive chest. “Okay, spill it, Pretty. What did they say?”
She took a deep breath. “They said you’re into dominance. They said Dylan and Ethan are into the spanking and all that, but that the dominance is what gets you off.” She shrugged a shoulder. “I guess I’m not sure I understand. I thought it all went together.”
He tilted his head from one side to the other, enjoying the curiosity on her face. Just the thought of sinking his cock in her soft, sweet body aroused him to the point of pain. He hadn’t thought that Harper might be open to the idea of D/s. The thought of dominating her raised his lust to the point of insanity. Breathing deeply, he tried to remain calm.
“Well, Pretty, it’s like anything. Everyone has their own tastes, certain things they like or don’t like. I’m not saying I don’t enjoy spanking a woman, but that’s not what I crave the most.”
“Okay,” she said slowly, drawing the word out. “So you crave dominance. What does that mean, exactly?”
A slow smile spread across Luke’s face. “Well, I could sit here and explain it to you very technically and clinically. But what fun would that be?” He reached up and lightly traced his fingertips along her collarbone before gently resting his hand around her throat. The way her breath caught, the way her body gave a little shiver, energized him more than anything ever had. She wanted this. She wanted him. And damned if he wasn’t going to wring every tremor of pleasure out of her perfect body. “Let me show you, Pretty.”
She barely gave any hesitation before she nodded.
But Luke shook his head. “Don’t nod. You say it, out loud. I don’t want there to be any doubt. Are you ready to trust me?”
She swiped her tongue across those full lips, and he felt his cock jerk in response.
“Yes. I want you to show me. Show me what you want, what you like.” She ran her hands along the thighs, smoothing her dress down. “I want to please you.”
God, she was so fucking perfect. “Harper, you already have.” He leaned in to take her mouth one more time, and she opened to him in a sweet surrender. She was ready for him.
Chapter Eleven
Soap, a slight hint of aftershave, and the sexy scent of pure man washed over Harper as Luke carried her to the bedroom. If she lived to be a hundred, she was certain that nothing would ever smell as erotic as Luke Price. She buried her face into the curve of his neck as he cradled her in his arms, and she shivered slightly at the rush of anticipation.
When they walked into her bedroom, she reached over to flick the light switch. Luke paused a moment with a look of surprise on his beautiful face, and then he grinned widely.
Following his gaze, she saw nothing out of the ordinary. Her queen-sized bed was covered with an oversized pink quilt and its normal mountain of throw pillows. A scarf was draped over her bedside lamp. Large hooks protruded from the pale pink wall next to her bed and held more scarves as well as several necklaces.
“What?” She looked back at Luke, who was scanning the room.
He rushed to lay her on the mountain of pillows on the bed as if he couldn’t wait to get to whatever else he had in mind. “Oh, Pretty, you have no idea how perfect you are.”
Before she could ask what he meant, he climbed on top of her, arching one leg in between hers, so his thigh was pressed right up against that most sensitive part of her. She let out a little moan as Luke claimed her mouth, and she had to stop herself from rubbing against his leg. She was already so turned on, that it probably wouldn’t take the slightest bit of friction for her to explode against him.
When Luke’s tongue surged deeper, stroking slowly over her own, she couldn’t help herself. Her hips started to jerk almost involuntarily against his leg.
He pulled away from her mouth and looked at her sternly. “What are you doing, Harper?”
“I, uh…” Oh shit, he looks mad. “Um, nothing.”
“Nothing?” His large hand rested against her throat, making her shiver. “Oh, Pretty, now you’re lying to me? Is this really how you want to start things off?”
She looked at him in alarm. “Luke, I’m sorry. I just couldn’t help myself. I need—”
“Stop talking. I didn’t ask for an excuse, now, did I?” Even though his words seemed a bit harsh, his hand was gentle against her throat. She swallowed deeply, working her throat against his hand, and watched his eyes flare in response. His thumb pressed lightly against the side of her neck, caressing in a little up and down motion. The slightest touch seemed to be driving her out of her mind.
When he removed his hand and pulled himself up, she had to stifle a whimper.
“What am I going to do with you, Dr. Love?”
She didn’t move from her position on the bed, but her eyes followed him as he walked around the bed. “What do you want to do with me?” she asked in almost a whisper. When he reached up and retrieved a few scarves from one of the hooks, she thought she had a pretty good idea.
She felt all the heat in her body rush straight to her center as he stepped toward her. His dark brown eyes were hooded and had turned as black as night. He stopped at the edge of the bed, stroking a blue scarf in between his fingers.
“Harper, you want to know what it means for me to dominate a woman in bed?” He took a deep breath, and for a second, he almost seemed a little nervous. “I want to show you. I want to show you now. But I need to know that’s what you want, too.”
She began nodding her head vigorously before he was even done talking. She wanted this. She wanted him.
He shook his head. “Talk to me. Don’t just nod. Tell me.” He didn’t move a muscle as he stood there and waited for her to respond.
“I want this. You. I want you, Luke. I want everything you can give me.” When his eyes lit at her words, she felt herself smiling. “I want you to show me what you want. I … I want to give you what you need.” Her words were almost a whisper, but they seemed to echo in the quiet room.
She expected Luke to move toward her, but he didn’t. He stayed in his spot near the edge of the bed, assessing her body. Even though she was normally concerned with her weight, she wasn’t now. Luke’s eyes held a wantonness, a heat. His gaze raked up and down her body, making her tingle everywhere, making that ache between her legs grow. She began pressing her thighs together again in an attempt relieve that throbbing emptiness.
“Oh, Harper.” The corners of Luke’s gorgeous full lips pulled up in a slight grin. “We are going to have to teach you patience.”
“I’m
not good with patience,” she nearly whined as she reached for him.
He chuckled as he took her hands and pulled her to a sitting position so he could begin tossing throw pillows off the bed. “So I’ve noticed, Pretty.” His hands moved so fast, Harper let out a little squeal. In moments, he had pulled her dress up over her head and was attacking the front clasp of her bra. Before she could straighten out her thoughts, she felt her breasts spill free.
Her nipples tightened almost painfully as Luke stroked a large calloused hand over the globe of one breast, then the other, flicking her nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Her arm wound around his neck, her fingers threading in his hair as he lowered his head to suck one nipple into his mouth. Hard. He sucked greedily, making her cry out, and her hand clenched a fistful of his hair, making him groan. He raised his head only to move to the other breast, laving the nipple with the same attention. Harper was gasping at the overwhelming pleasure. She’d never been so turned on in her life. Her desire made her so frantic that her hands were playing desperately over his arms, through his hair, and down his back.
When he pulled away, leaving her breathless, she was barely able to think. Luke slid her bra off her arms and tossed it to the side. Then he reached behind her to toss the rest of the throw pillows off the bed. Frustrated amusement lit his eyes. “Pretty, why do you need two hundred throw pillows on your bed?”
A giggle escaped her. “It’s not two hundred, and I like them. They’re pretty. They make me feel … I don’t know … girly.”
When Luke pushed her back on the bed, he growled with what could only be described as pure desire. “I’ll make you feel more than girly. I’ll make you feel like the sexy woman you are.”
She felt herself flush at his words, but didn’t say anything as Luke reached for the lacy panties covering her hips, grateful that she’d opted not to go with the Spanx. With what looked like careful control, he slid them gently down her legs, and she lay before him completely nude. A shiver went through her again, and she was fully aware that he was still fully clothed.
“Are you cold?” he asked, running his fingertips over the hard pebbles of her nipples, and trailing them lightly down her stomach.
“Cold? God no. I think my whole body might be on fire.”
As his hand trailed over her thighs, her hips bucked up in response. Luke made a tsk tsk sound as he picked up the scarf he’d laid next to her. “Hands above your head, Pretty.”
Her eyes didn’t leave him as she lifted her hands above her head.
Before reaching for her, Luke’s face turned serious. “Harper, before I do this, I want you to pick a safeword.”
“A safeword?” She’d read about this, about BDSM sex that required a safe word. Her vanilla sexual existence had never been exciting enough to require such a precaution.
“Yes, once you pick a safeword, you just have to say it anytime you want me to stop. As soon as you say it, everything stops immediately. But you need to pick something you normally wouldn’t say. Do you understand?”
“Bamboozled!” she practically shouted. He didn’t need to know about what kind of books she had on her iPad or about the fact that she’d put thought into picking a word—not that she’d ever thought she’d be in the situation to need one.
A laugh rumbled out of Luke. “I beg your pardon?”
“Bamboozled. That’s something I normally wouldn’t say during sex.”
He shook his head with a smile. “Bamboozled it is.” Reaching for her arm, he pulled it toward a corner of the wrought iron headboard. She peered upward as he deftly tied the knot. Once he pulled away, she yanked at her arm, testing it. Not too tight, but certainly tight enough that she wouldn’t be able to get loose. Luke quickly walked around to the other side to secure her other arm.
How had she made it to thirty-two years old without being tied up? She had definitely been missing out. A thrill went through her as Luke walked around her, surveying her bound hands. He could do anything he wanted to her, and she would let him. The thought of Luke’s dominance made moisture seep from her pussy. She almost pressed her legs together again, but she was determined to behave like he wanted her to. So instead, she spread her knees wide.
Luke’s breath caught as his eyes darkened dangerously. “Jesus, Harper,” he breathed. “Just look at that pouty little pussy. I can see it weeping from here. You’re so wet, Pretty. Are you wet for my cock?”
Never before had dirty talk done anything other than make her giggle, but when Luke did it, her body throbbed in response. “Yes.” She tugged on the scarves holding her wrists. “I want your cock.” She blushed at the words. Words like vagina, penis, scrotum—with her job, those rolled off her tongue easily. But cock? Pussy? Definitely not things she was used to saying.
Her hips raised out of their own volition, begging Luke to climb on top of her.
But he wasn’t done yet.
Chapter Twelve
It took every ounce of willpower Luke had not to say the hell with the rest of his plan and climb on top of Harper. He wanted so badly to thrust his cock into that little pussy and pound out his release. But patience had always been one of his strong suits. The ability to tease a woman until she was begging and crying with need was one of the things he loved most. He couldn’t remember the last time that it had taken so much internal effort to keep himself under control.
His cock was so hard that he was pretty sure it was draining all the blood from his brain. And every time Harper writhed on the bed, it jerked toward her of its own volition. He watched her as she squirmed on the bed, pressing her knees together, trying to get some sense of relief. He was really going to have to do something about that. “Stop, Harper.”
Her blue eyes flared. She seemed to enjoy when he deepened his voice and spoke with her harshly. Fuck, she was so perfect.
“Stop what?”
“Stop moving. I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to give yourself pleasure.” He shook his head. “That’s my job. Your pleasure belongs to me. Your pussy belongs to me. And the more you squirm around, the longer you’re going to have to wait for that pleasure.” He reached for her as he spoke. Taking one of the longer scarves—a pretty red scarf with a black design—he looped it around her knee and pulled until her knee neared the side of the bed. She didn’t say a word, but her breathing had sped up. Her full breasts were heaving up and down as she panted, and her nipples poked out, hard and aching for his mouth.
She seemed nearly trance-like as she watched him. He pulled the scarf as tightly as he could without hurting her, out and down to the side of the bed until he could loop it around the bottom rung of the bed frame and knot it tightly.
“Oh, God, Luke, what are you doing?” As she pulled her leg against the bond of the scarf, Luke moved around the bed and looped a long scarf around her other knee before she had time to fully process what he was doing. “Luke?” Her voice, while still breathy, sounded a bit panicky.
Quickly he tied off the scarf and looked back up at her. Her arms were stretched and tied to the iron frame, and her thighs were spread wide, leaving her pussy nice and open to him. Her perfect pink glistening pussy. He had to fight the urge to attack her cunt and lap up every drop of her cream. Her knees tightened, and he knew she must feel uncomfortable under his scrutiny. But bondage was his expertise, and he knew there was no way she could close her thighs. She was his plaything to do whatever he wished.
“You said you would give me what I want, Harper. This is what I want. You, wide open for me, at my mercy.”
Her lips parted, and a little whimper escaped. His cock spasmed in response, and he couldn’t wait any longer.
He stood up, grabbed the hem of his shirt, and tore it off over his head without bothering to unbutton it. Harper’s hungry eyes swept over his torso, and her pink tongue swiped across her full lips. Jesus, everything she did made him want to fuck her.
When he stepped out of his jeans, her eyes jerked lower and then widened dramatically. She h
ad such a look of shock on her face that he almost found it comical.
He closed a hand around the base of his cock and slowly stroked it up and down, running his thumb over the head, where a drop of fluid was already leaking out. “What’s the matter, Pretty? Don’t think you can handle me?”
He loved the way her body trembled slightly as she gazed in awe at his cock. “You’re just so … so … my God, Luke, you’re enormous.”
It wasn’t the first time he’d heard those words. He knew how large he was. In fact, he’d been with some women who had refused to even take him once they’d seen his monster of a cock. In theory, every guy seemed to want a big cock. But sometimes, it could be a hassle. It forced him to go slow. He had to make sure a woman was good and ready before he took her, and even then sometimes, they were so tense, it couldn’t comfortably happen.
“Harper, as much as I like control, I don’t want to hurt you. I’m not a sadist.” He continued to stroke himself slowly up and down as she watched him. With this gorgeous woman spread out like a buffet in front of him, he could probably jerk himself to orgasm in about ten seconds if he wanted to. The image of Harper lying there covered in his cum entered his mind. Damn, maybe that wasn’t such a bad idea.
Slowly he started to move his hand faster, his thumb swiping over the droplets of pre-cum that drooled out of the slit of his cock. When Harper licked her lips as she watched him, he groaned and tightened his hand.
“Fuck, Harper, I can’t help myself. I’m going to come all over you. I’m going to come on your luscious tits.” He stepped closer and stood over her, stroking his cock from the base to the mushroom head, over and over again.
“Yes,” she barely whispered. “Oh God, yes.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. His eyes were hard on her body. The rising flush on her chest, the pussy that seemed to be trying to thrust up toward him as if it were mad it was missing out.