“Okay,” she whispered. “Okay.”
He squeezed her knee. “Where is it hidden?”
Crap. This wasn’t going to go over well, which was a big part of the reason she’d tried to hold out.
For a moment her mouth worked, as she tried to get the words out. “It was under your bumper.”
He scoffed, frowning. “That was the first place I checked.”
Part of her wanted to gloat, but she was still too desperate and vulnerable to fuck with him, safeword or no. She couldn’t take another second of torture.
“When I got to the club, before I went in, I took it off your car and shoved it in my purse.”
At his dumbfounded expression, she wished she found this funny.
“You little fucking bitch.”
She shut her eyes, waiting for him to slap her, or worse. A hoot of laughter made her reopen her eyes.
“God, if I didn’t want to fuck you so bad I’d just untie you and kick you out horny, to get even with you.” He laughed then made a pained noise. “Fuck, the guys will never let this go.”
“Please, Fox,” she begged, not even sure what she wanted. The plan had been to mock him about this, but considering what he’d just done to her, and how raw her mind felt, joking had become an unfamiliar concept. Quiet tears still slid down her face. She felt disgusting—sweaty and tear-streaked and itchy. Dirty, and not just in terms of her appearance.
His gaze refocused on her, roamed over her. Maybe she felt dirty, but the glow in his eyes suggested she was exactly his kind of dirty.
“Please what, clever girl?”
She sniffled and squirmed even though her muscles felt leaden. “I need you.” Surely, he hadn’t forgotten he’d promised to let her come? But what if it had slipped his mind, or he didn’t want to follow through? What if he wasn’t done tormenting her?
The safeword she’d chosen would stop him from making things worse, but it wouldn’t make him ease her. She imagined him doing what he’d said—untying her and telling her to dress. Then she’d walk out of the room and out to her car.
When she’d seen the pieces of the torn-up car, she’d had a momentary pang of regret that he’d gone so far and done so much damage for nothing. What if, between that and her screwing up the script at the dealership, he didn’t want her anymore? She couldn’t think of a more humiliating scenario than creeping out of the house, trembling with need. Having to stop on the side of the road to masturbate would be mortifying.
Everything in her brain shut down except whatever valve controlled her tears. Those wouldn’t stop.
“Oh, hey. Shhh.”
She could feel him tugging at the ropes, untying her. It was true. He was going to leave her like this.
“Shh, Addison. It’s done now.”
The ropes fell away, his quiet voice repeating comforting things, but nothing he said could soothe her.
The bed dipped behind her, and he pulled her into his arms, wrapping his body around hers like a cocoon. “It’s okay, pretty girl. I’ve got you.”
Although the heat from his body felt good, his clean, masculine scent made her arousal worse, reminding her of what she desperately needed but couldn’t have.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, rolling over to look at him. “I didn’t know you’d wreck your car looking for it.”
He wiped her tears away with his fingers, but there were too many, had been too many, and his hand just ended up smearing them around.
“I’m not angry, baby.” He chuckled. “You tricked me, but it was all in good fun. You had no way of knowing how far I’d go to avoid losing, especially since winning would have landed you in my bed.”
She frowned up at him. “But I ended up here anyway.”
“Yes, well, I don’t always use my powers for good.” He pressed his lips to her forehead for a long moment, and the affection and the safety of his strong arms made most of her horrible thoughts melt away. It did nothing to calm the burn in her body.
“So you’re not going to throw me out?” Thank the lord.
“Do you honestly think that’s why I lured you down here? To get you to tell me where you hid the tracking device?” He gathered her closer and pressed his erection against her hip. “I’ve been wanting to get you into my bed since I let you out of it the last time.”
What? But he’d barely known her then!
“Bullshit,” she replied, wriggling against his cock. Him and his pants were keeping her from what she needed. “I’m sure you have a huge lineup of girls waiting for your attention.”
“So? I’m a little obsessed with you right now, if you hadn’t noticed.”
Obsessed? With her? She felt a blush heat her face and neck. Maybe he was lying, but she’d pay him to keep it up.
“You’re not too shabby, yourself.”
They shared a long silent moment. Up close, the blue of his eyes was eerily bright. His gaze was kind, but a slow burn simmered not far below the surface. How many guys—even dominant ones—would lay with her and pet her before seeing to their own needs? It was how things were supposed to be, but in the heat of the moment it was hard for anyone to be that selfless.
She nuzzled into his chest, kissing him there. Her desire took the kiss from sweet to sexual in about ten seconds flat.
The feel of his warm skin under her lips and the clean taste of him on her tongue stoked the fire in her belly. She explored the beautiful muscles of his chest, loving that he didn’t shave off his polite amount of golden chest hair, then moved down to his belly, to the waistband of his pants. When she hesitated at his button, he nodded permission. As he helped her slide the pants downward, his erection sprang free, narrowly missing smacking her face.
A big hand slid into her hair, gripping it close to the scalp and holding her away from his cock until she could barely flick the tip of it with her tongue. She fought his grip, her whole world focusing down to the struggle to get his cock into her mouth.
“Please, let me suck your cock,” she begged.
He groaned, letting her get closer, until she could take the broad head of it into her mouth. She closed her lips around him, working the velvet tip of it with her tongue, tracing the slit. Beneath her, Fox groaned, but he still held her there, not letting her get him any further into her mouth.
“What’s the matter? Do you want that in your mouth, little girl?”
She whined, pulling against his cruel grip. Although she’d never been one for cock worship, his inspired her to change her mind.
He didn’t relent. Trying to pleasure him as well as she could, she struggled to get more of him into her mouth. Between his size and the way he was holding her back, it limited the effectiveness, driving her mad with longing. The thing pulsed at her, slicking her tongue with precome, but still he held her off. After a few frustrating minutes, he pulled her away.
“That’s enough.”
She whined, rubbing against him, wanting to argue. Instead, she crawled up next to him, the throbbing between her legs goading her into whispering nasty, perverted things in his ear.
“Please, Fox, I need you inside me. Anywhere.” She gasped as his thigh pressed up between hers. He grabbed her ass and rocked her hips into him, forcing her to rub her pussy against his leg. Unable to resist, she kept moving against him, grinding against his thigh and digging her nails into it to pull it closer.
When she shuddered, about to come, he pushed her off of him.
She mewled in frustration as he got up off the bed, and crawled after him, watching impatiently as he shoved his pants the rest of the way off, and grabbed a condom from the cupboard.
“Please hurry. I need you.” God, she was making an ass of herself, but she’d never been this hard up in her entire life.
When he came back, he stood with his cock so close to her face that she almost went cross-eyed looking at it.
She watched avidly as he rolled the condom on, scant inches from her nose.
“Turn,” he barked. She wasn’t sure what he wanted, but he didn’t hesitate to manhandle her onto her hands and knees on the bed. “So you said I could use you any way I wanted, right?”
She nodded fervently, just wanting to please him and get off.
“So you’d let me fuck your virgin ass right now?” He brushed his thumb over her asshole, and she whined but didn’t try to get away.
“Yes.” Her heart was pounding so hard she was sure he could hear it. “Will . . . will it hurt?”
“Yes, you little idiot,” he snarled. “You’re not ready for that yet. You shouldn’t have offered, and I’m going to pretend you didn’t. Next time I won’t be so thoughtful.”
Without another word, he knelt behind her, sliding the tip of his cock up and down a few times before pushing into her inch by terrible inch. He was big and she was pained and swollen from all his teasing, but he slowly filled her until there wasn’t anywhere left for him to go. As he started to move inside her, he stroked his hands over her back and ass, almost possessively.
“I can’t fit any farther into you, sweetheart, and I don’t want to hurt you too much.” He brought her carefully down onto her belly, his big body covering hers. Still inside her, he closed her legs and straddled them, then shoved deeper, the thrust stealing her breath and filling her completely. He paused, and she wondered if he was as worried about losing control as she was. She moaned into the mattress, then squirmed beneath him, trying to tempt him to move. He leaned some of his weight on his elbow and held the back of her neck down with the same hand.
Fuck.
He had her entirely pinned, her body at the mercy of his own and it was so arousing she felt like her brain was going to liquefy. Finally, he began to rock against her, the rhythm slow, letting her feel the thoroughness of his patient dominance. With his mouth so close to her ear, his grunts of pleasure each time he ground his cock inside her were loud and erotic.
“Fuck, you make me crazy. Do you have any idea how hard and fast I want to fuck you?” he growled. “Do you have any idea how fucking hard it was to turn down this sweet ass?” He grabbed one of her ass cheeks, then rammed into her with a force that might have sent her flying if he wasn’t holding her down so hard.
She raised her hips, angling herself up to meet his thrusts.
“Good girl,” he moaned in her ear. “You like being held down, don’t you?”
Understatement of the year.
“For days, I’ve been fantasizing about having you pinned like this, my little bitch. Do you know how fucking distracting you are?”
She squealed when his cock bumped against her G-spot, making her fight to get away, but he held her down without the slightest effort.
“You’re not going anywhere until I’m done with you,” he growled, angling his hips to grind against the spot again and again. His free hand slid downward, past her hip, to delve between her legs and pinch at her aching clit.
She quivered beneath him, freezing in place as the pressure within her built painfully high then crested. He pinched again, hard.
Oh . . . my . . . fuck . . .
She screamed as her orgasm finally claimed her, the sound splitting her own ears, but she was helpless to stop. He pummeled into her, grunting like an animal, giving her more cock than she could comfortably handle, but the pain and his unrestrained lust were exactly what she craved. God, he was going to break her, but she wanted to be broken.
One orgasm slid into the next, pain mixed with ecstasy, and dragged her through yet another excruciating climax. His fingers working tirelessly beneath her as he crushed her to the bed. He forced her body to come until she was begging to stop, her words nothing more than garbled nonsense.
He growled. He leaned back onto his knees and grabbed her hips with both hands, then pulled her up to meet his frenzied thrusts, crushing her with his hands as he roared and spent into her. Every twitch and jerk of his cock made her moan piteously, grateful it was over, yet sad he was going to stop.
When his storm had past, he parted her thighs and knelt between them, coaxing her to stay in the face down, ass up position even though her legs were vibrating with exhaustion. He thrust lazily into her, and traced her anus with the tip of his finger, making her shudder and squirm until the weird sensation, the taboo of it, made her come again one last time. She collapsed limply underneath him, gasping as he withdrew. She already missed the feel of him inside her. The mattress dipped as he settled next to her, and gravity rolled her against his hard chest.
Shyness made her inch away, her enjoyment of the glow and soreness of her body starting to fade as she recalled how many of her facades he’d knocked down. Any hope she’d had of preserving some of her dignity around him had been demolished. Letting a man see her vulnerable side was one thing, but no one had ever brought her to the raw and primal place he’d found. It was heady and frightening, and she needed to collect the shreds of her armor and make it into something she could hide behind again. This whole experience had been so fucking satisfying, but how could he respect her as a potential equal on the job if he’d laid so much of her psyche bare?
She’d get up and leave. That would show him how tough she was. Maybe he’d believe the submission had been an act. It would throw him off-balance, at least, right?
When she sat up to go, an arm encircled her ribcage, and pulled her back toward him until she was firmly little-spooned against his body. “Where do you think you’re going?” he rumbled. The roughness of his voice made the small hairs on the back of her neck stir, and she had to force back a moan. Her body still remembered the feel of him inside her, and craved more. As did her mind.
“I-I don’t know. I was going to get dressed.”
He groaned and pulled her even tighter. “No. You can’t leave yet.”
She snorted. “You do know that what happened between us tonight doesn’t give you any kind of right to keep me here against my will.” The words sounded tough, but deep inside, she secretly hoped he wouldn’t let her go.
When he didn’t answer, or loosen his grip, she started to relax. They laid together a long while, until his breathing was so deep she thought he’d fallen asleep. She should be feeling too vulnerable like this—too attached. But her eyelids were heavy and thinking rationally was becoming difficult.
Just when she was beginning to drift off, he made room between them and rolled her to her back so he could look down at her. Fox, more relaxed than she’d ever seen him, propped on one elbow, eyes sleepy, was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen—then he smiled and it got even better. He wrapped a lock of her hair around one of his fingers and gave it a tug.
“Well, Trouble . . . how about I go clean up, and when I get back, I’ll help you think of reasons to stay the night.” With a flash of a smile, he sat up. “Be right back.”
He rose from the bed and walked to the attached bathroom, and the sight of his broad back and tight ass made her bite her lip in involuntary appreciation.
Maybe she’d stay this once.
***
A hand on her shoulder shook her awake.
“What?” She shot upright in the dark. “What’s wrong?”
Fox chuckled. “Nothing. But we have to go get that car.”
Car? What car? Her brain felt slow as she fought through the haze of sleepiness.
She checked the time on the glowing clock near the bed. It was midnight? Hadn’t they just been binge-watching old X-Files episodes less than an hour ago? She must have dozed off.
“Oh.” She rubbed her eyes. “Right.” Cool air made goose bumps on her skin and only then did she remember she was naked. The sheet had pooled around her waist and Fox was eyeing her breasts.
“Mmm. I wish we had more time.” He ran a finger across her clavicle and she shivered. “Clearly, you don’t ha
ve enough hickeys.”
She pulled away before she got too many ideas. “Where are my clothes?”
With a sigh, he gestured around the room. “Around here somewhere. Are you sure you don’t want to stay here? You can go back to sleep.”
“No.” She took off from the bed, determined not to get left behind. Piece by piece, she collected her clothing off the floor and put it on. Going out to steal a car with Fox after everything they’d done together made it feel like a new round of kinky foreplay. It really didn’t help that she was wearing a dress and no panties. She hadn’t even had a shower.
Fox was already dressed. He tucked his wallet in his back pocket and grabbed his keys off the dresser.
“I’m ready,” she said then pulled her hair back in a ponytail.
They made their way up the stairs and to the garage.
“So do I get to drive the car off the lot?” she asked.
“No.”
“Ugh.” And he was taking the green economy car too. “You’re no fun.”
Inside, he buckled his seat belt and started the car. “This work isn’t about fun. It’s a job. It’s about making a living. But for you, it’s about being safe.”
She rolled her eyes. When was he going to get over the protective thing? “I can take care of myself, you know.”
He put a hand on her knee, but it felt more condescending than sweet. “One step at a time.”
The drive to the dealership was quiet but nerves tickled her belly. By the time they were down the street from the dealership, it felt like a dozen butterflies had been unleashed in her chest. Even though she had the easy part—just driving Fox’s car home—her adrenaline was high.
So many things could go wrong. The lot was well lit. There were probably cameras. There could be a security guard on site, or a police officer could randomly drive by. Why did this make her feel all giddy inside?
Fox pulled up short of the lot then turned to look at her. “Don’t wait for me. Just drive home.”
“But—”
He cut her off with a look. She remembered the punishment she’d gotten for not following the plan earlier, and how she’d promised to let him lead for a while. With a sigh, she answered, “Fine. But how will I know you’re okay?”
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