Shades of Sexy: Six Uber Hot Stories

by Daniels, Wynter

  Chapter Five

  Nick parked behind Salon on the Avenue a few minutes after five. He hoped April would agree to at least get into his truck. Otherwise, all his plans would be for nothing. With any luck, he’d be able to show her just how exciting a little sexual deviance could be.

  He shouldn’t have surprised her like that on the pool deck a couple days ago. Their relationship was too new for her to be comfortable with him watching her private moment. He mentally kicked himself.

  When he’d picked up the magazine she’d been looking at, he noticed she had the page open to a spanking scene. Maybe that had compounded her embarrassment. But the notion of taking her over his lap, buck-naked for a little playful corporal punishment stirred his libido.

  Hell, any excuse to get the woman’s clothes off turned him on. He reached across to the passenger seat and tucked the exposed part of the handcuffs under the armrest. In his head he ticked off his list of preparations—restraints in truck, rope secured to bed, props in dresser. He sure hoped all the trouble would be worth it, hoped she’d enjoy it.

  Not that she was that important to him. Hell, she was just another woman.

  So why does the thought of never seeing her again tear me up?

  When he’d dropped her at her apartment Sunday, he’d worried about her the rest of the night. But he’d chalked up her cool demeanor to her embarrassment and when he’d called her yesterday, she’d seemed several degrees warmer than the day before. Shrugging, he climbed out of the truck, straightened his pants and his tie, then started inside.

  The whistles and hoots that greeted him made him chuckle. But when April’s jaw dropped, now that was worth dressing up for.

  God, she looked adorable. She had her hair pulled back in a loose ponytail and she wore a floral patterned sundress, which was plenty short to show off those mile-long legs. She had a broom in her hand, but she’d stopped sweeping when she caught sight of him.

  “What are you doing here?”

  Not the greeting he’d hoped. “Some of the furniture was delivered today. Mind swinging by the house and telling me what goes where?”

  “I made diagrams, remember?” She swept up the last remnants of hair from the floor then leaned the broom against the wall. “They’re in your kitchen drawer. The one under the coffee maker.”

  He shook his head. “I don’t get the configuration.” Striding toward her, he detected up her strawberry scent.

  She eyed him skeptically. “You don’t look dressed to move furniture around.”

  “I won’t be moving it tonight. I only need you to explain a few things to me.” He’d worn one of his new suits because he’d seen how much she liked him in it. He pointed to his collar. “I even got the knot right.”

  She zeroed in on it, inspecting. “So you did. But I…” She lowered her gaze. “I have plans.”

  Bullshit.

  “It’ll only take a few minutes of your time.” About a hundred and eighty.

  She shifted from foot to foot.

  He grabbed her hand. “Come on.”

  Bristling, she reached for her purse. “Fine. Good night, Devon.” She waved to the curly haired woman seated behind the nail table.

  “Night, y’all,” the woman called.

  He ushered her out the back door then helped her into his truck. His heart thudded wildly as he slid behind the wheel.. What if she didn’t like the game he’d arranged? Would he lose her forever? Shoving away his doubts, he leaned over her. “That’s not shut all the way.”

  But instead of opening her door, he hooked a finger through the handcuff and clicked it around her wrist. Before she could protest, he covered her lips with his and gave her a slow, tasting kiss.

  Her hesitation evaporated. The instant he broke away, she jerked her wrist and realized what he’d done.

  “What the—”

  He set his hand on her knee, slid it higher. Grazing his fingers along her thigh, he smiled and his cock grew hard. “You’re my captive.”

  Her eyes grew huge. She yanked her hand, then tried the door.

  “I’ve disabled the door lock.” He started the motor. “Tonight you’re mine, April. Totally and completely mine.” Backing out of the space, he grinned when she huffed several times.

  “You can’t do this. It’s-it’s illegal.”

  He turned onto the street and merged into traffic. “Here’s what I have in mind. When I get you to my house, I’ll carry you upstairs to the bedroom. After I get your wrists tied together, I’ll strip you, or cut your clothes off if the mood strikes me. Then I’ll play with those delicious nipples for a while. Once I’ve gotten you good and wet, I’ll turn you over my lap and I’ll spank your beautiful ass. I can’t wait to see your lovely white buttocks turn pink.”

  Stopping for a red light, he ventured a glance at her. Her mouth was open and her chest heaved. A bead of sweat slid down her chest into her cleavage.

  The light turned green and he stepped on the gas, suddenly in a bigger hurry.

  “You can’t just kidnap me, Nick. I could…I could…”

  He laughed. “You didn’t let me finish. After a sound spanking, I’ll slide my fingers along your pussy lips and spread them apart. Then I’ll dip one through your glistening red folds, soaked with your cream.”

  He heard her breath catch and out of the corner of his eye, saw her squirm in her seat. “If you’re a good girl, I’ll push a finger inside you. But if you’re extra good, I’ll use two or three. After I make you come, I’ll lay you on the bed and eat all that delicious cream. And I have other yummy surprises for you.” He thought about the blindfold and the assorted household items he’d stashed in his dresser to tease her.

  A tiny squeak escaped her lips.

  “After that, I might spank you some more. I want you good and wet before I fuck you. Then I’ll tie your wrists to the headboard.” He shrugged. “Maybe I’ll also secure your ankles to the footboard. If the mood strikes me.” He steered around a curve then passed an eighteen-wheeler.

  “I think I’ll make you suck my cock. But not for too long. Because I want to fuck you. Hard. While you’re tied up and completely at my mercy. But before I do, I might play with your pussy for a while, make you beg me to fuck you.” He hit his right blinker to signal his lane change. “What do you think?” He glanced at her and stifled his grin.

  Her lips moved, but no sound came out.

  “Speechless, huh? That’s okay. We’re almost there. No need to say a word. But if you’re not onboard with this, say so now and I’ll drive you straight back to the salon.” He waited but she held her tongue. Pressing harder on the gas pedal, he sped up. He couldn’t wait much longer to begin the game.

  April’s pulse raced. Every cell in her body vibrated with erotic need.

  Nick shut off the engine and hit the button to close his garage door. He turned to face her and unsnapped her seatbelt.

  His carnivorous stare sent quivers of anticipation through her. Her breath grew ragged as she replayed his script of what he planned to do to her.

  A flash of silver caught her eye. Faster than she could react, he grabbed her free wrist and popped another handcuff on it. Reaching over her, he unlocked the first set then took her arm and fastened both her wrists together.

  She could hardly suck in a breath as she watched him climb out of the truck, circle around the front then open her door.

  “Put your arms around my neck,” he ordered.

  She hesitated, wondered if he wanted her to resist. But he didn’t wait for her to decide. Scooping her up like a sack of potatoes, he slung her over his shoulder and started into the house.

  “I was going to do what you said.” She gritted her teeth, although this game was growing more and more exciting. “You should have given me a second to—”

  Thwap!

  The shock of his slap to her rear end made her gasp.

  “Do what I tell you to do immediately. Understand?”

  She gulped. “Yes.”

 
He negotiated the kitchen, the living room and the foyer to the staircase. Then he adjusted her like a cumbersome burden and climbed the steps. Once he reached the second story, he stopped and pushed up the back of her dress.

  Thwap!

  She flinched at the unexpected sting. “Hey! What was that for?”

  His chuckle vibrated through his torso. “I just felt like it.” He continued on toward his room. “Here we are.” He flipped her onto the bed.

  She spotted a length of rope on the nightstand. Her mouth watered and her chest heaved when she thought about being completely at his mercy.

  He took her hands and stared into her eyes. “You’re going to enjoy this.” Before he removed the cuff, he used the rope to bind her wrists together in front of her. Setting the handcuffs aside, he slid his gaze over her and the temperature in the room rose about a hundred degrees.

  His eyes narrowed to slits. “How does this thing come off?” He tugged at her dress’ straps, which tied at the back of her neck. “I’d hate to have to rip it off you.”

  She loved the dress, but compared to how much she yearned for his touch at the moment, well, she wouldn’t bat an eye if he tore it to shreds. .

  “In back.” She twisted on to her side as best she could.

  Nick slowly pulled down the zipper then untied the straps. He peeled the dress away, leaving her naked except for her pink panties. He rolled her on to her back and grinned down at her. “Exactly how I like you best.” Bending over her, he planted a kiss on her lips. Far from gentle, this kiss was hard and possessive and made her feel like his slave. A zing of excitement danced up her spine.

  Her sex tingled and her taut peaks ached for those lips, that tongue.

  Nick hooked his fingers through the elastic at the sides of her panties and pulled. The material strained, complained, then snapped. “I want you naked when you’re with me. All the time. Understand?”

  Mortified by the rush of heat inside her, she mutely nodded.

  Nick loosened his tie, then opened it and dropped it on a chair. He shrugged out of his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt and removed the gold cufflinks. His shoes and socks came next, but he left his pants on. That amazing chest, those muscled shoulders, Lord, the man was fine.

  He crossed the room to his dresser, set the cufflinks on top, then pulled open the top drawer. Turning to face her, he held a black scarf between his fists.

  Did he mean to… No sooner had the thought crossed her mind, he started toward her, his eyes ablaze with a fire she’d never noticed before. She gulped. He tied the fabric over her eyes and checked it twice. She couldn’t even make out a shadow.

  His hands circled her waist. “Stand up.”

  She let him help her up. But she didn’t remain standing for more than a second before he laid her face down her over his lap. Calloused fingers rasped over her nipples in turn, teasing and pulling until pleasure took root at the spots and swirled all through her.

  He pushed her legs apart a few inches then skimmed his hand lightly over her mound, gone too quickly. Another tease.

  Not knowing what came next only heightened her excitement. He swept her hair back from her neck then the crack of a slap landed on her buttocks. She flinched and felt the painfully slow advance of molten desire between her legs.

  “You like this, don’t you?” His voice was part honey, part sin.

  When she didn’t answer right away his hand came down hard for another swat. The exquisite sting flooded her with longing. “Yes. I-I love it.”

  Three hard slaps followed and she writhed with a mix of shame and desire. Her backside had to be bright pink by now.

  Just like the woman in the magazine.

  Long fingers lightly stroked the crack of her buttocks. Then several more spanks. Her nipples throbbed, her sex ached for satisfaction. Without warning he picked her up and set her on the bed flat on her back. He yanked on her bound wrists then tethered them to something over her head.

  The mattress shifted. Footsteps retreated. Wood scraped.

  “Keep your pussy warm for me, would you? And wet.”

  She heard him lower his fly then stride closer. He skimmed his hand up her calf, along her thigh. One finger traced the edges of her swollen lips then retreated. He climbed onto the bed and grasped her breast, kneading and shaping it. Then he strummed her nipple and twisted it. Hot strands of delight streamed from the spot directly to her entrance.

  She bit down on her tongue so she didn’t scream.

  Something soft and cool whispered over her breasts, down her belly to her nether lips. Back and forth it glided along her sex.

  Oh God, she’d explode if he didn’t touch her. She whimpered and yanked at her tethers, lifted her hips in a futile attempt to coax him along. “Please, Nick.”

  “Please what?”

  She realized he’d been dragging a feather over her skin. He slid it back up to her breasts and circled the peaked points.

  “Say a nasty word, April. The filthiest word you can think of. Start talking dirty to me or I won’t fuck you. In fact, I’ll take you to the brink of climax but I won’t let you come. And I’ll do that over and over until you talk dirty to me.” He pinched her nipples painfully.

  And she liked it. Shame swirled inside her, but she didn’t care.

  “Tell me what you want me to do to you, April.” He pushed his hand between her legs and rubbed her cleft. Then abruptly stopped.

  A protest caught in her throat.

  “Tell me.”

  She swallowed hard. “I want you to…touch me.”

  “Where?” He glided his hand gently over her arm. “Here?”

  She shook her head. “My-my naughty bits.”

  He laughed, then kissed a pebbled nipples, then the other. “You’ll have to do better than that.”

  She bit on her lip.

  “Say it or I spank you, even harder this time.”

  The thought sent a stab of need to her core, but her backside was still stinging.

  He started to roll her over.

  “No. I’ll say it. I want you to touch my…my pussy.” Her cheeks warmed.

  “That’s better.” He straddled her and she felt the hardness of his erection press into her thigh. “What do you want me to do to your pussy?”

  She tried to squirm, but he had her pinned down. “I want you to lick my pussy. And slide your fingers inside it. Then I want you to fuck me. Hard.” She sucked her lips into her mouth, reeling from her outburst.

  “Good girl.” He petted her mound but this time, he kept his hand there.

  Long, possessive fingers slid over her lips, parted them and dipped inside. He swirled through the wetness.

  She lifted her hips, rocked, teetering on the brink of oblivion. Lust roared through her, hot and thick.

  Nick shifted, sucked a hard nipple into his mouth and raked his teeth over it. His wickedly skilled tongue painted her areola with tight circles. She twisted and moaned, completely helpless and totally at his mercy.

  A desperate cry escaped her lips. “Oh God, Nick. Please fuck me. Fuck me.”

  He pushed two fingers inside her and she instinctively constricted around them. Her pussy pulsed with a fierce, primal craving.

  Nick trailed his tongue through the valley between her breasts, down her belly to her intimate lips. Between the stroking of his fingers and all the wonderful things he was doing with his mouth, she felt as if she’d died and gone to heaven. She fisted her hands and reminded herself of her captive position, which nudged her close to release. Her passion crested and she exploded in a blinding flash of ecstasy.

  A wild scream she hardly recognized as her own filled the air. Sweet waves of pleasure rushed over her. Her pussy throbbed and constricted, but Nick’s blissful assault continued. She clenched her jaw and lifted her hips off the bed. It went on and on and on.

  She was vaguely aware of Nick moving, shifting away. He slid his fingers out of her entrance. “Open your mouth.”

  She did as he ordered
and he immediately slipped a finger through her lips.

  My cream.

  “I get to lick your juices off one finger. You get the other.” He pushed his finger deeper into her mouth then slowly slid it out as she sucked.

  The taste of her arousal lingered on his skin. She’d have never dreamed she’d find this as exquisitely erotic as she did.

  “What’s next, April?” He skimmed the feather along her stomach, over her breasts.

  “You tell me.” Her taut points ached for more.

  “No, darlin’, you tell me. Are you ready to be fucked?”

  “Please, Nick. Please fuck me. Now.” She didn’t care that she was begging.

  “I think I should tease you some more.” His hot breath gusted near her ear. “Before I bury my cock inside you all the way to my balls.”

  “No, please.” But she knew her squeaked protest was futile.

  Nick twisted her, exposing her backside to him and landed a slap. The sound resonated through the air. Need quickened her blood. Another spank had her clawing at her tethers, writhing against the unbearably lustful sensations.

  She kicked and flailed, knowing it would only make him spank her more. And her wish came true.

  Whack!

  She held back her grin.

  But when he moved away and the bedsprings creaked, she wondered where he was going. She tried to see under the blindfold, but he’d tied it too tightly.

  “Maybe I’ve teased you enough, hmm?”

  Please.

  She swallowed hard. He climbed back onto the bed moments later and turned her sideways again.

  Thwap.

  Her butt started stinging instantly. “Ouch! What was that for?”

  “That…” He kissed the plumpest part of her rear end. “That was a paddle for a very bad girl.”

  Her mouth watered. “Don’t do it again.” She tried to hold back a giggle, but it burst out.

  He held her on her side and gave her a sound wallop. Then he released her. “Time to fuck you, darlin’. Real hard.”

  She heard a drawer open and shut, felt the bed shift as he moved away. When he slid back over to her, she clamped her legs closed. “What if I say no?”