Explosive Desire (Love With a Price Book 4)

by N. J. Young

  Her hand trailed to his chest. “Such as?”

  She squealed as his big hands grabbed the hem of her striped navy shirt and yanked it over her head. “I want to see what belongs to me.”

  Oh, God. If any man had ever said that to her before, she would have been horrifically offended. But with Luke, it was … different. He wasn’t trying to oppress her. This wasn’t some misogynistic act. She was giving herself to him. She was giving him this gift of power over her body, and she knew in return, he would give her what she needed, including an inordinate amount of pleasure.

  She reached up and unhooked the front clasps of her bra, loving the way Luke’s eyes darkened as her breasts spilled free. Her bra fell to the floor, and she immediately attacked the clasp of her khaki capri pants, pushing them down her legs. She stood up in front of him, feeling powerful in her own right as Luke’s eyes hungrily combed over her body.

  She expected him to touch her, explore her body, so she was a bit surprised when he took her hand and led her over to the spanking bench.

  “You’re going to spank me?” That was so not what she was hoping for.

  “That’s not my plan right now, although don’t think I’m forgetting that I owe you a punishment for not telling me about that letter. But right now, I thought you could apologize in a different way.

  Her lips quirked in confusion as she studied the bench, wondering what else he might use it for.

  “Lie down on your stomach,” Luke instructed. “And put your head right here.” He ran a hand over the front of the bench. There was a small cushioned piece that looked like a chin rest.

  Her mouth began to water as she began to realize what he wanted. Without another word, she bent over and scrambled onto the bench, perching her chin on the cushioned rest.

  She heard the shuffling of clothes as Luke shed them in record time before stepping around in front of her. His cock was long and thick, standing at attention, and it bobbed right in front of her.

  When she swiped a tongue over her lips, she watched Luke’s beautiful cock jerk in response as he groaned. His hand drifted up to stroke his long shaft from base to tip. “My God, Harper, I want to fuck your mouth more than I think I’ve ever wanted anything.”

  “Mmm, I want that, too. I want to taste you.” She glanced up at his face and gave him a questioning look. “Are you going to tie me down?”

  He shook his head. “Not just yet. But don’t worry, I’m getting there.”

  She smiled as he stepped closer to her, his dick, huge and magnificent, trailing a drop of pre-cum along her face, then nudging her lips open.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Her lips were gentle as he took her mouth. As she sucked firmly, Luke had to mentally beat down the tingle that had already started up his spine. He knew he wasn’t going to last long, but dammit, he wanted more than just one pass of her mouth before he shot his load.

  He was used to telling subs how he liked his cock sucked, teaching them where to lick, the firmness of the pressure he liked, but he didn’t have to tell Harper. He just had to force himself not to come in her mouth as the pleasure curled his toes.

  When her mouth slid up his shaft, her eyes drifted up, holding his gaze as her tongue came out, bathing the mushroom head of his dick in a loving caress.

  “Fuck, Harper, I won’t last long, especially when you do that.” His hands threaded through her hair, and he had to force himself not to be too rough when all he wanted to do was grasp her head and bring it lower, so he could feel that place in the back of her throat. He wanted to fuck her throat, but he was so big, he knew he would cut off her air if he tried. The self-control he prided himself on was quickly unraveling.

  His hand tightened in her hair. “I’m trying so hard not to be rough with you.” He urged her head back down, but he’d slipped out, and her hand came up to raise his cock as she worshipped the underside with her tongue.

  “I want you rough.” Her hot breath on his dick sent shivers shooting through his whole body. “I don’t want you to hold anything back with me, not ever.” With those words, her tongue trailed to his balls, and she gently but firmly sucked one testicle in her mouth, rolling it around with that torturous tongue. Then she opened her mouth and sucked in the other one.

  His eyes rolled back in his head. “Holy fucking fuck, Harper.” Both of his balls rested in her hot mouth as her tongue lavished them with attention. Her hand began to firmly stroke his shaft, applying just the right amount of pressure.

  When she let his balls fall from her mouth, they were high and tight, so ready to empty themselves. She looked up, giving him a killer smile.

  “You taste so good, Luke. I want more. I want you to give me more.” Her lips slipped over the head of him once again, and this time he didn’t hold still for her. He fucked into her mouth, holding her hair as leverage as his cock pressed in. Her mouth was so hot, and she felt so good.

  She found her rhythm, sucking hard as her tongue ran all over his flesh. When she took him deeply, he felt that spot he wanted, that soft little patch at the back of her throat, and he fell over the edge.

  On instinct, he tried to pull out, but her hands moved around, clasping his backside, her fingernails digging in. “Fuck.” He thrust hard into her mouth, holding himself there as his cum shot down her throat.

  She worked to swallow all of him as he emptied himself into her gorgeous mouth.

  When he pulled out, he dropped to his knees, his mouth on hers immediately, kissing her, tasting himself on her lips.

  He pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were unfocused, and she had a loopy grin on her face. God, he loved this woman. The emotion coursed through him, leaving him breathless.

  “What?” A worried look crossed Harper’s beautiful face. “What’s wrong?”

  He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Nothing’s wrong, Pretty. Not one single thing.”

  Her eyes narrowed a bit. “Then what are you thinking?”

  “What am I thinking?” He could feel his cock coming back to life already. “I’m thinking it’s my turn.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  She didn’t have time to ask what he meant before he was helping her off the bench and leading her to the weird-looking swing that hung in the corner. Oh God, that wasn’t going to work. Her butt was way too big for that little swing.

  Looking up at Luke, she shook her head. “I don’t think the swing thing is going to work for me.”

  His eyes darkened, but this time in a dangerous way. “Are you questioning me, Pretty?”

  “I, uh, no.” She tried to backtrack.

  He turned her around so her back was to the swing. “Who’s in charge here?”

  She felt liquid pool at her center. Damn, but she really was a sucker for that deep voice. “You are, Luke.”

  His arms went around her. “You’d do well to remember that.”

  She responded in a squeal as he lifted her by the hips, placing her in the leather swing, but she started to slip forward. “But Luke, I’m going to fall out. I’m too big for this.”

  “Stop squirming, Harper. Stay still.”

  When she stilled her body, she stopped sliding.

  “Well, how about that? You can listen.” He chuckled as she cast him a wary look.

  “Now,” he said gently. “I want you to lean back, relax back into the chair.”

  Worried she was going to fall backward, she moved gently, surprised to find that the swing was structured in a way that there was a cushioned headrest behind her.

  Luke looked very pleased, putting her at ease. He reached up and grabbed a large strappy cuff looking thing, and she held her hand out.

  “Oh no, Pretty. These cuffs aren’t for your hands.”

  “Well then, what—oh!”

  He jerked her leg up and put the cuff over her ankle. That’s when she realized they weren’t cuffs. They were stirrups. She barely had a second to test it before he was doing the same thing to the other one. The swing spread her wide and op
en to him, putting her pussy on full display.

  Her focus was on testing the straps at her ankles, so she didn’t notice Luke reaching up above her until she felt the cuff going around her wrist. He had her wrists bound in a second, and Harper found herself completely immobile.

  That was when she realized this was all about trust. With anyone else, she would have panicked at the fact that she couldn’t move, but with Luke, it just felt … right … intimate.

  Luke ran his rough hands along her thighs as he looked down at her pussy. “My God, Harper, you are so fucking gorgeous.”

  Her mind, which always seemed to be churning, relaxed at the touch of his hands. She expected him to take her, wanted him to take her, so she was surprised when he dropped to his knees in front of her.

  She couldn’t help the scream that erupted out of her as his lips closed around her clit and sucked it inside his hot mouth. One hand was under the swing, cupping her backside, holding her immobile, and the other hand parted the lips of her pussy. He slipped a finger inside her wetness, sliding into her channel as he groaned against her. The vibration from his lips caused her entire body to jerk in a mini-spasm.

  Then he curled his fingers upward, and he found that place inside of her that sent pleasure exploding outward. He sucked her clit hard, flicking it with his tongue as his fingers rubbed her from the inside.

  She writhed in sweet torture, but the swing was ingenious. She could barely move as it was. And when she did manage to move an arm or a leg, it didn’t affect the movement of the rest of her body. She was completely immobile and at the mercy of Luke Price as he ravished her.

  When he trapped her clit lightly in between his teeth, Harper let out a little cry. She couldn’t control the convulsions that started deep in her body. Her hips jerked against his face as he continued to worship her pussy.

  She heard himself screaming his name over and over, as his mouth kept going. She heard herself begging, but she honestly didn’t know what she was begging for.

  Before she realized what was happening, Luke popped up from the floor, took his position between her legs, and grabbed onto what looked like handles on each side of her hips. Harper could barely think. She hadn’t even had a chance to come down from her orgasm when he thrust into her, hard.

  She screamed his name, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He was so big, and she was so swollen from her orgasm, but she felt her body stretch to accommodate him. And again, she felt that glorious fullness, as if his cock rubbed every part of her.

  The glint in his eyes told her that he was demanding his pleasure and that he was going to give her more than she ever thought she could handle. “Hang on, Pretty.”

  Then he began to thrust. The handles on the swing gave him a sweet kind of leverage as he swung her to and fro, his cock thrusting into her, forceful and deep. Luke was in complete control of the swing, and he sped up the rocking, their movements ratcheting up to a lightning speed. The feeling was so powerful that she couldn’t wrap her brain around the sensations.

  Then Luke began to grind against her pelvis every time he thrust into her. And just like that, she was right on the edge again. And he looked so beautiful, his face a tight mask of pleasure. The cords of muscle stood out in his neck, and his biceps rippled as he tried to hold on to his control.

  The beauty of him pushed her closer, and she heard herself moan.

  “Come, Pretty.” His thrusts sped up. “Come for me now.”

  She gasped as her pussy clenched around him in a mind-blowing grip of pleasure. And then she came, harder than she’d ever come in her life. Intense spasms wracked her, rolling in waves through her body as she screamed out her release.

  Somewhere in her brain, she heard Luke’s groan, and he slammed into her, driving hard. Then the muscles in his body released as he thrust in deep and held himself there, his body shivering as it erupted into a violent climax.

  Her heart rate slowly returned to normal, her panting turning into normal breathing.

  Luke leaned down to press a gentle kiss to her lips. “Are you okay, Harper?” he asked in a whisper against her lips. “I didn’t mean to be so forceful. Did I hurt you?”

  Her face erupted in a grin. “Luke, no. That was perfect. My God, you’re perfect. Please tell me we can do that again.”

  He chuckled, his hands sliding up to cup her breasts. “Oh, Pretty, there are a lot of things I’m planning to do to you. But first, there’s a little matter of a spanking we need to take care of.”

  She looked at him with wide eyes as a shiver raced down her spine.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Looking up at Harper’s door, Luke sat in his truck and took a moment to appreciate the last month. It had been the happiest of his life. For a man who’d never believed in love, or at least had never believed it could exist in his own personal reality, this month had been a revelation. Every free moment had been spent with Harper. All he wanted when he woke up each morning was to be inside of Harper Love.

  Truth be told, that’s all he wanted every waking moment, but Harper was big on using the word “adulting”, and she kept telling him they needed to do things like get out of bed and go to work. One of these days, he was just going to ignore her and keep her tied to the bed. She couldn’t utter her safeword through a ball gag. After he forced a few orgasms out of her, she wouldn’t even want to.

  The door to her apartment opened, and he watched her lock it securely. Even though they both had the Fourth of July holiday off, Harper had needed to come home and grab some clean clothes. Luke was still hoping that by the end of the month, he could convince her to just move in with him instead of running her back and forth between his place and hers.

  Unfortunately, his plan for their uninterrupted day together had been thwarted when Tori, Becca, and Carly had invited Harper to go on their outing to look for wedding dresses. Since Linzee was still supposed to be taking it easy, they were planning to video conference her in.

  After that, it was the big hospital party to unveil the new wing. Whatever happened to having a day off where you actually didn’t have anything to do?

  Bounding down the steps, Harper offered Luke a brilliant smile as she opened the door to the truck. She immediately slid across the passenger seat, and planted a firm kiss on his lips. His arm instinctively wound around her waist to hold her close as the kiss turned urgent. As long as he lived, he would never get enough of her.

  “Luke!” She pulled back, swatting him playfully. “You are just trying to get me worked up so I’ll tell you we just need to skip the shopping and the party, and go home instead.”

  A corner of his mouth turned up. “Is it working, Pretty?” She might argue, but he could see the heat in her eyes as they trailed down to his mouth.

  She gave her head a little shake and backed up until she was pressed against the passenger door. “I have to go shopping. If I don’t, Becca will come to the house and get me. Besides, it’s nice that they’re all including me.” She buckled her seatbelt and put her hands in her lap. “I don’t want to blow it.”

  His heart softened. He knew Harper had often felt like she didn’t have a place where she belonged. His family loved her, and she had really started to bond with all of them. He certainly didn’t want to take that away from here. Matter of fact, he loved having her become such an integral part of his family … and his life.

  He started the truck and put it in gear. “Harper, you can shop all you want, but then let’s stay home. My mom’s cutting the ribbon at the hospital party. We don’t really need to be there.” He gave her a side glance and caught her glaring at him. Damn.

  “Luke Price, you’re the builder. Don’t you think the builder needs to be there for the grand opening?”

  He shrugged. Truth was he probably did need to be there, especially considering his crew chiefs were out of town. When the hospital job had wrapped up, he’d sent the guys to Kansas City to consult on an upcoming project. Construction on a new Civics Center in KC
would commence in September. Normally, Luke would have been the one to go and meet with the architect and structural engineer, but at the moment, everything took a back seat when it came to Harper.

  “If Kai, Derek, and Jason were in town, I would have sent them to the party. I’d much rather stay home with you and create our own fireworks.” He cast a glance her direction, and his grip tightened on the steering wheel as he watched her tongue snake out and swipe over her full bottom lip.

  Her hand reached over and slid up his thigh, and his cock immediately jerked in response. He couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips. “Pretty, you sure you don’t want me to turn this truck around? I can tell you that spending the day in bed with me would be a hell of a lot more fun than trying on dresses.” Luke could hear the huskiness in his own voice, and one look at Harper’s red cheeks told him she hadn’t gone unaffected.

  Fanning herself with both hands, she glowered at him. “You know Becca would kill me if I bailed. And as big and burly as you are, don’t tell me you’re not afraid of your little sister.”

  He grinned at the accurate assessment. Becca Price was a miniature Sally Price in training, even worse because she didn’t have anyone to tame her like his dad had tamed his mom.

  “You could talk me out of skipping the hospital party if I didn’t have to be there. The chief of staff asked all the doctors to show up. Besides,” she clapped her hands together, “there’s going to be fireworks! And don’t forget, my car is still sitting in the hospital parking lot since you picked me up from work last night.”

  Steering down Main Street with one hand, he reached across the cab of the truck to slide his other hand up her inner thigh, enjoying the way her breath caught. “Pretty, I can give you more fireworks than you can even imagine.”

  “Oh, I know you can.” The breathiness of her voice sent his cock from hard to aching. His hand tightened on her thigh. Pulling up in front of the boutique, he swung the truck into a parking space. As soon as he threw the gear in park, he turned to Harper.