Trista Ann Michaels

by Wicked Lies

  “I’ll take care of that.” He grabbed the edge of her dress and lifted it. “Raise your arms.”

  She lifted her arms over her head, allowing him to remove her dress. He tossed it somewhere across the room where it landed silently. She remained in front of him, dressed only in her bra and heels, her back to his chest, her breathing fast and shallow. His fingers moved back between her legs to slowly circle and tease her sensitive clit. This long drawn-out foreplay of his was driving her insane. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter.

  “Marcus,” she pleaded.

  “In time.” He moved his hands to her back to unclasp her bra.

  Her breasts were heavy and full, aching for his touch as her bra also fell to the floor. The clasp clanged softly against the tile, but she barely noticed it as she used the toe of her shoe to kick it aside.

  “I told you I want to take things slow.”

  He reached around and cupped her breasts, kneading them within his palms. Every part of her wanted to sink to the floor and beg him to take her. She could feel his erection against her hip. He wanted her as much as she wanted him.

  He pinched at her nipples and she moaned at the pleasure pain that raced through her system. Arching her back, she encouraged him to knead harder, to pinch again and again. She reached back and gripped his slacks. She wanted to rip them off, throw him to the floor and sink onto his engorged rod. He was driving her insane.

  “God, I love these breasts,” he whispered.

  “Marcus,” she pleaded again.

  “Be patient,” he commanded and her heart raced at the dark, dominant sound to his voice. “I’m going to spend the entire night making you come over and over. I’m going to make you scream my name in pleasure.”

  His hands slid lower and again brushed her clit with his middle fingers. She whimpered as her knees almost buckled under the teasing.

  “I’ve wanted you too long to rush it. Walk to the bedroom,” he commanded.

  She stumbled toward hers, her legs wobbling in her heals. He gripped her hair, tugging her to a stop. She gasped at the tingles of lust that ran down her spine at his semi-rough treatment.

  “Not yours,” he growled sexily. “Mine.”

  She swallowed and he released her hair, allowing her to head toward his room. With a quick glance over her shoulder, she noticed Marcus remove his shirt. She stopped and turned to admire his tan, thick chest. There was no hair, only smooth, tight skin.

  She’d seen him shirtless before. She’d often admired his muscular physique, but this time was different. All the other times she’d looked before, she’d only admired. This time she would be able to touch and her fingers itched to do so.

  He slung his shirt over the back of the dining table chair and she couldn’t take her eyes off the muscles as they flexed and bunched with his movements.

  His hands hovered over the button of his pants and she stopped breathing. This was one part of his body she hadn’t seen yet. His eyes lifted, meeting hers across the room.

  Dropping his hands, he leaned one against the back of the chair and eyed her like a parent who was about to get onto a child for not doing what they were told. “Didn’t I tell you to go to the bedroom?” he chastised, and her shoulders stiffened at his bossy tone.

  He moved toward her, his gait slow, steady, predatory, and every inch of her flesh tingled. “Don’t get your hackles up.” His lips lifted at one corner in a roguish grin. “I’m very dominant in the bedroom, Sinclair. I expect to be obeyed.”

  Her body heated and blood rushed through her ears with a deafening roar.

  “Obeyed?” she repeated and raised an eyebrow in surprise, both at his tone and her physical reaction to it. Marcus was a Dom? That definitely made things interesting and more of a turn on than she expected.

  She’d never considered herself to be a sub, but the idea of catering to Marcus’s every sexual whim sent her heart rate into orbit.

  “Obeyed,” he growled and her stomach flipped at the tone of his voice. He used the pad of his finger to lift her chin. “Now get that sexy ass to that bedroom and lie on the bed. But leave your shoes on.” He glanced down at her high-heel sandals and smiled before bringing his eyes back to hers. “Definitely leave them on.”

  “I never expected you to be so kinky,” she said breathlessly.

  He brought his mouth close to hers, but didn’t touch her. “You haven’t seen anything yet,” he whispered. “Now go.”

  She turned to walk unsteadily to his room and his hand slapped across her ass. The sting caught her by surprise. She gasped and reached behind her to touch her burning behind. She glanced at him over her shoulder and he laughed, waving her on.

  Sinclair strolled into the bedroom, anxious for him to come and join her. Apparently tonight was going to be an experience unlike anything she’d ever dealt with. She was already more turned on than she could ever remember being.

  She placed her knee on the mattress and climbed to the middle of the bed on all fours. She heard Marcus enter the room and she stopped, glancing behind her to admire his naked ass—his tight, naked ass—as he placed his wallet and cell phone on the dresser. He turned to face her and she drew in a sharp breath at the size of his cock.

  Good, Lord. He was freakin’ huge.

  Thick and long, his cock stood erect almost to his belly button. Her pussy clenched at the idea of him filling her with it. He tilted his head and grinned. “Nice view.”

  “Yeah, it is,” she replied.

  He chuckled and glanced down at his cock before bringing his gaze back to hers. He twirled his finger and his gaze turned dark, sultry. “On your back.”

  She moved to her back and waited. He walked over and grabbed her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the tall bed. “Sit up,” he whispered and she quickly did as he commanded.

  He held up the condom and her heart raced wildly. “For now,” he said. “Until we have time to talk.”

  “Talk?”

  “Later, we’ll talk. Put this on me, Sinclair.” His voice was hoarse and deep.

  She took it from his fingers and her own shook so badly it took her two tries to get the packet open. She dropped the foil onto the floor and reached with her free hand to grasp his engorged rod. He was hard and long and hot. Precum dotted the tip and she swiped it away with the pad of her thumb. Marcus moaned and took her hand away, lifting her thumb to her lips. She kept her gaze on his as she licked the moisture and enjoyed the way his eyes narrowed into hard, sexy slits of lust.

  “Get it on, Sinclair, before I take you without it.”

  She put the condom in her mouth and leaned down to slip it over the tip. His length pushed into her mouth as the thin sheath slid into place.

  He growled and she pulled her head back, using her hand to push the condom the rest of the way down. She cupped his balls, gently kneading them as her tongue tickled the exposed bottom of his shaft.

  His fingers delved into the hair at the back of her neck and roughly pulled her head back. She gasped, then moaned as his mouth descended on hers in a wild kiss that left her panting.

  “Don’t wait,” she pleaded against his lips.

  “Don’t wait?” he teased.

  His lips blazed a hot trail down the side of her neck. She could hardly keep still. Her pussy actually hurt she wanted him inside her so bad.

  “Marcus,” she groaned and reached for his cock, but he moved her hand away.

  He shoved at her shoulders, pushing her back to the mattress where she landed with a bounce. Grasping her wrists, he pinned them above her head with one hand. The position forced her breasts farther into the air where he blew against them. His hot breath made them pucker almost painfully and she moaned, arching her back.

  “You’ll get my dick when I’m damn good and ready to give it to you,” he growled softly against one of her nipples.

  She almost came at the way he talked to her. God, she never imagined she would like this, but she did. A lot. A whole lot.

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p; His other hand slid slowly down her stomach, tormenting her by gently brushing around her clit, but never fully touching it. She whimpered, lifting her hips toward his touch only to have him pull away, denying her the contact she craved.

  “Damn you,” she moaned and he opened his mouth over her nipple, sucking hard.

  She cried out as wave after wave of sensual heat rushed through her body. He let go of her breast with a pop and moved to the other one. “You’re going to want this so bad, you’re going to come the second I enter you.” He licked his tongue across her other nipple and she shuddered, knowing full well he was right. She would come as soon as he entered her. “Then I’m going to keep fucking you till you come again.”

  She drew in a shaky breath of desire as his lips feathered along her ribs, nibbling gently at her flesh. Her legs fell open as his kisses lowered along her stomach. Every touch of his lips made her pulse skip erratically. He let go of her wrists and she dropped them, digging her fingers in his hair and trying to force his head lower.

  He lifted up and grasped her wrists again, pinning them over her head. “I didn’t tell you to lower your hands.”

  “Marcus, please,” she panted.

  Her fingers fisted into the comforter as his lips slid sensually down her body. The tip of his finger circled her nipple and she bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out, from begging him to take her. She looked at his face and found him watching her, his eyes dark and narrowed, his jaw tense. He wanted her and she arched her back in invitation, hoping to push him over the edge.

  He kept watching her as his fingers moved down her ribs, then between her thighs. He fully cupped her sex and she lifted her hips, moaning at the touch she’d been aching for. She was wet. She could feel it as the cream slid between the cheeks of her ass, wetting the covers beneath her.

  His fingers gently massaged, kneading her labia and making her so insanely crazy she wanted to cry.

  “Damn it, Marcus!”

  He stood between her legs and she wrapped her thighs around his hips, trying to pull him into her. “Be still,” he commanded as he used his palm to hold her hips down. She tried to fight against his hold, but his next words made her stop cold. “The more you fight me, the longer I’m going to hold right here.”

  The head of his cock was right at her entrance. She could feel the heat of it as it pressed between her labia. She had to breathe deep and steady to keep from moving her hips. He was going to drive her insane, she just knew it. Biting at her lower lip, she forced herself to remain immobile as he toyed with her by ever so slightly pressing her labia farther apart with the head of his shaft. He shifted it upward and brushed the engorged tip over her clit, making her gasp as sharp tingles of white hot pleasure sped straight to her womb.

  “Good girl,” he cooed as he moved back to her opening and pressed just a little deeper.

  He kept one hand on her hip, holding her down as he tortured her with his slow entry. She wanted him to slam it into her, fill her balls deep until she couldn’t take anymore, until she begged him to stop. Her channel tightened and vibrated against his length as he pressed deeper, stretching her walls tight with his girth. God, he was thick and so hard. She was stretched so tight she could feel every throb of his pulse as he pushed the last of his length into her.

  She cried out as he gave his hips an upward thrust, pressing his groin against her clit. Her orgasm came on suddenly, catching her by surprise with the intensity. He ground against her, prolonging her pleasure as throb after throb vibrated through her pussy. He’d been right. She’d come the second he’d gotten fully inside her.

  “Marcus,” she breathed as the last of the waves subsided.

  Keeping himself deep inside her, he grasped her ass and lifted her against him.

  “Wrap your arms around me,” he whispered and she did without a second thought.

  He put his knees onto the bed and scooted them toward the middle. She lifted her legs around his waist as he began a slow and steady rhythm that made her sigh and whimper with delight. She had no doubt he’d make her come again. He felt so good.

  His head dipped and he teased the side of her neck with soft, nibbling kisses. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, holding tight as she felt her body quickly coming back to life. He pulled almost all the way out before slowly sliding back inside her, letting her feel every inch of his shaft. Occasionally, he would leave her body to softly circle her clit with the tip of his cock before thrusting back inside her, each time pushing in harder, deeper.

  Her hips lifted to meet his thrusts, her body silently begging for more. Needing more.

  “Oh, God … Marcus,” she hissed.

  She was so close, so damn close. He pulled out suddenly and she groaned. Her hips lifted off the bed in search of his. “No,” she screamed.

  “Not yet,” he growled and gripped her chin between his fingers.

  She stared up at him, shocked at what he was doing to her. His mouth covered hers in a kiss she felt clear to her toes. His tongue delved and teased, twirling around hers in a way that left her panting. “Deep breaths,” he whispered against her lips as he pressed into her again. “Hold off. Don’t come again yet, Sinclair.”

  She dug her fingers into his shoulders, fighting her release as he thrust into her again and again.

  “I’ll tell you when you can let go,” he said and she closed her eyes, knowing she was fighting a losing battle.

  “Marcus, I can’t,” she panted and lost the battle as her release screamed through her like a tidal wave.

  With a growl, Marcus increased his thrusting, pounding into her hard over and over until he too tensed above her, losing himself in his own orgasm.

  Breathing heavy, he let his forehead rest against hers. Her legs fell from around his waist and she winced at how battered her body felt. That had never happened to her. Two orgasms? She’d rarely met a man who could get her off once, much less twice.

  “Sorry,” she whispered.

  He snorted. “Don’t be, baby.” He lifted his head and stared down at her. “But you will be punished for that.”

  She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really?”

  “You’ll learn.” He pulled out of her and lifted onto his palms. “That when I tell you to do something, you do it. Or in this case, don’t do it.”

  Chapter Seven

  Marcus took Sinclair’s hands and tugged her to a sitting position. She looked so damn sexy with her hair all disheveled, dressed in nothing but her heels. Her skin was still flushed pink, her lips swollen from his kisses. Those delectable breasts stood erect and firm, her nipples a light shade of rose.

  He pulled her to her feet and let her body bump into his. One arm wrapped around her waist to hold her there. He could feel her breasts thicken against his chest, her heart race along with his. It would be so easy to take her again, sink his cock between her legs and stay there. She’d fit him like a glove—a glove made specifically for him.

  Her eyes met his and her lips twitched adorably. “This is my punishment?”

  “Oh, no,” he replied with a slow shake of his head. “I’m just enjoying the feel of your body against mine.” His hand snaked around and squeezed her ass. “And I’m definitely enjoying it.”

  “It is nice,” she whispered and slid her hands up along his biceps toward his shoulders.

  He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent mixed with the smell of sex. He could feel himself getting hard again and he ground his cock into the softness of her lower belly with a moan.

  “Punishment,” he whispered in her ear. He smiled at the way her body trembled. “We need to take care of the punishment, then you can take care of this.” He took one of her hands and placed it over his thickening cock.

  She rubbed him gently before wrapping her fingers around his length and squeezing. He sighed and closed his eyes as her hand slowly worked up and down, applying pressure just the way he liked. It would be so easy to allow her to keep going, to
let her have her way, but he’d promised a punishment and to be honest, he was looking forward to it.

  He enjoyed giving punishment and could often get a woman to come using a flogger. Which reminded him…

  He removed her hand and lifted it to his lips. Kissing the back of it, he grinned over her knuckles. “Go get in the shower.”

  “Are you coming?”

  “Oh, yes. But I need to get rid of this condom as well as find your surprise.”

  “My surprise? I thought I was being punished.”

  “Oh, trust me. You’ll definitely be punished.”

  Her lips lifted in a half smile that made his stomach flip. She thought he was kidding her about the punishment. He could tell by the grin tugging at her mouth. She had such an adorable, sexy grin he wouldn’t be able to deny her anything. Thank God, she didn’t know that yet.

  With a pat on her ass, he shoved her toward the bathroom. “Shower,” he repeated.

  “Fine.” She sighed.

  He watched the soft sway of her ass and grinned. This punishment thing was going to be fun. A lot of fun.

  With a devilish snicker, the turned to the nightstand and began to rummage through it, looking for the flogger and anal toys he saw earlier. He also pulled out a tube of lubricant and headed into the bathroom. The showers were equipped with handcuffs, and even a blindfold hung from the ceiling, which he imagined would come in handy as well.

  But first things first. And that was talking.

  He set all his stuff on the counter by the sink and watched Sinclair as she bent forward and turned on the shower faucet. She straightened and put her hand under the stream, smiling slightly as the water began to warm.

  God, she looked incredible. She had curves and dips and breasts that actually made his fingers twitch to touch them. They were a handful, just like she could sometimes be.

  She glanced at him over her shoulder and her smile turned a little uncertain. He could definitely understand why. It had been their first time. They worked together. Most anyone would be a little uncertain. They hadn’t talked about the future or what happened when they left here.