by Susan Arden
All of sudden, he asked, “This is what you need, isn’t it?” He delivered another scorching spank.
Clamping my jaws together, I refused to say a word. His breathing altered into loud, harsh breaths as he rocked my hips against his hard-on. He pressed his steel rod against my cleft, so close to my clit I opened my thighs and tried to lift upward. The pain was lost in my need to rub myself up and over his muscular thighs. He held me down and spanked me again. With each smack, I throbbed for him to stop and slam his full length into me. I clawed at the sofa, pinpricking perspiration covered my skin, and the muscles all over my body trembled.
He gripped me by my shoulder, and growled, “Answer. Me.”
“Yes,” I moaned, soft and low. I didn’t want him to hear my voice crack and think I couldn’t take what he had to give. I trembled uncontrollably no matter how hard I tried to steady my body.
“Baby…” He traced his fingers down my back. The caress of his hand across my skin only further teased my overwrought nerves. “You’re doing so well. No tears or begging. I could thrust into you right now. If we were back at my apartment, I’d strip you and fuck you so many ways and not stop until tomorrow.” The combination of the harsh, smoldering smacks and his tender words was so intoxicating.
“Please, Graham.” I arched my hips and pressed my sweaty forehead against the back of my palm, fighting the whimper creeping up my throat. His hands touching me were beyond any type of excruciating pleasure I could imagine.
“You can take this and more. Show me, baby…give in to me. Don’t hold back. Let yourself feel what I’m doing to you.” His hand came down with a cracking spank several more times. So hot and hard and forceful. I writhed under each smack, biting my lip, telling myself to hold on, and then he moved his palm, tugging apart my legs. No rubbing, no teasing, just the slamming thrust of his fingers into me. Rough and demanding and so incredibly satisfying.
“Graham,” I begged without shame. “Fuck me.” Splayed over his lap, there was nowhere to hide and I didn’t even want to. I couldn’t hold back, pumping my hips wantonly, in need of his mastery.
“What do you want, little dove?” He withdrew his finger, demonstrating that he was in categorical control here.
“More,” I begged, desperate to splinter and so, so close. My release lay on my next breath. All he had to do was fuck me with his expert finger and I’d detonate.
“You’re going to be mine. In every way…you do realize that.”
I was so at the brink and, like an addict, I didn’t care about anything except getting off. “Oh, God, yes! Do it. Now, please.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” Tracing his fingertips along my ass cheeks, he paused and I thought I was going to shatter. In one hard plunge, he thrust his finger back into me. This time he curled his finger as he pumped into me, in slow, measured slams, keeping my clit pinched between his fingers.
Clawing the armrest of this sofa, I swallowed the growl emanating in my throat. I wanted to scream. In a hoarse voice, I choked out, “You’re teasing me.”
“No. I’m teaching you. You’re so wet and swollen. Eliza, I promise if you stay with me, you’ll discover how much you crave submitting. Even if it means giving you my undivided attention for an entire week to teach you to obey me and prove that point.”
At the moment, I was ready to sign my life away if he’d just fuck me hard. Get me off. “How about you give me what I need, right now? Please, Graham, please.” Jagged edges of frustration and greedy hunger pierced me.
“I am, baby. Trust me, I am. Stop fighting and give yourself to me.” He thrust two of his fingers back into me, and this time he was as unrelenting as I needed. He kept up the frenetic tempo between my legs, plunging his fingers deep enough to force my eyes to roll back in my head. Tremors began low in my belly, building and building into a storm of sensation until I was carried away by a fast-moving wave.
With Graham’s grunts of satisfaction and softly calling out my name, I trusted him. He was in control of my storm, and when I didn’t know what to do, I did as he asked. I let go and rode the mind-blowing wave of pleasure crashing through me, and I came completely undone.
I lay spread over his lap, my bones turned to limp noodles, and acknowledged he was right. A heavy ache for him overtook me completely. He had me shattering with one session of his bare hand. I wondered what would happen after six months. Gently, he pulled me upright, and I shivered, the space between my legs pulsating. I wanted to grab hold of his shirt and rip it open, but I sat there, stunned. I met his eyes filled with a feral light as he ground his cock against my pussy. I couldn’t talk—not yet. Oh my God! I whimpered.
Earth to Eliza. Do something! I stroked my hand down his chest, refusing to let him see how unbelievably he’d rocked my world. Jesus, in one day. We’d fucked for hours, and now he’d given me an encore performance on a leather sofa upstairs in a club. What was wrong with me? This session was definitely straying off course and on the road to insane choices.
He brushed the hair away from my eyes. “You wanted to know what I’m about. This is a good introduction. Obviously we’ll need much more time together to make some headway.” He channeled his fingers through his own hair as though he might be talking about software development. Was this business as usual for him?
“Headway?” I was too on edge to do more than seek to appease the out of control hunger he’d fanned. Talking sensibly…not about to happen. This wasn’t the time to discuss the future unless it included him slamming into me. He gazed at me, and then his attention drifted lower. The intensity in his eyes made me conscious of where they were directed. Sitting on his lap, I closed my legs, and his gaze swung upward, snapping together with mine as he swiftly stood, depositing me on the sofa.
Seamlessly fluid, he knelt in front of me. “Did I say to close your beautiful thighs?” Graham spread apart my legs and kept his palms possessively poised on my knees.
“No.” I shook my head, unable to argue as we contemplated each other.
He lowered his eyes for a beat before his gaze recaptured mine. “You’re going to be mine. Your pussy is going to be mine. And if I want to fuck you, day or night, that’s what I’ll do. If I want to eat you, stare at you, or spank your pretty little ass, that’s what I’ll damn well do, Eliza.”
He grabbed me by my shoulders, slamming his mouth against mine, confirming all he vowed he’d do if I agreed to come with him. Oh dear Lord, he rocked me like no one had before and I gave in to his dominating lips. Bless me father for I want to sin! I hungered for what Graham offered. Sex so hard it left marks.
He possessed the rulebook on how to get me to the brink. Tonight was supposed to be one last night of outrageous fun. Instead, I was sitting bare-bottomed with my legs spread, onboard the crazy train with the ultimate engineer who promised to transport us to the edge.
Graham held my face and lifted his mouth, not far from mine. “You know this is what you need, and I’m the only man who can give it to you.”
After what he’d done, and what I’d witnessed on the websites he’d suggested, I nodded, thinking about the endless possibilities of where he’d deliver us. “Besides your hand, what else will you use to teach me?” I asked in a hoarse voice.
“For you, I think we’ll need a whole arsenal of goods considering how hardheaded you can be. Make no mistake, it’ll be my pleasure finding out what works best, given your temperament.”
“Just checking. I thought you might say that.” How to categorize the ideas churning in my head of mixing pain and pleasure? He’d delivered both, woven them together as though it were second nature to him. He’d teased, seduced, and splayed me open. Hard to believe that I craved to feel the crack of his palm, but I couldn’t lie. I did and I wanted more. What he’d done with his hand on my bottom had gotten my full attention. My heart thudded so fast I feared it might explode.
The way he slowly let his eyes travel down my body wasn’t helping. His gaze raked over me, stalling at my thighs. Th
e hem of my dress pooled at my hips from the way he’d spread my knees to permit him total visual access. I longed to unearth what he thought behind his smooth façade. I wanted to see him come as undone as I felt at the moment. But what would get him to the edge? He couldn’t be as cold and calculating as his reputation suggested.
He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering for a second. “Our relationship, like anything worth having, will take work.”
I leaned against him, not wanting to feel this incredible by what he offered only hours after we met. I inhaled, retorting, “But not all work…I hope you’re not headed down the same path Jack went. Dull Jack I mean.”
“Pushing, are we?” He regarded me, his lips curving, and he laughed. “Give me a chance. I can be fun as well. But we both fully realize that you require a steady, firm hand to curb your wayward urges.”
“Check that off your list,” I huffed, but I didn’t want to continue pretending to be irritated, not when he looked good enough to lick. Unable to help myself, I smiled at him. It’s a messy job, but someone’s gotta do it.
“You can’t imagine what you’re doing to me. I want you to come all over my cock,” he murmured. “It’s time I fucked you. Isn’t it?”
“That’s not a real question—” I stopped and nodded at the glinting light in his eyes, recognizing he expected me to answer him, not challenge. But either way, he’d deal with me. “Yes. I want you inside me.”
“Eliza,” he groaned. He lifted upward off the cushion, bringing me with him by encircling his arm around my waist. He guided me to the back of the sofa where he arranged my hands as he bent my body. His fingers pressed on my shoulder. He adjusted my body, his hard chest pressing over me, and his erection grazed my thigh. “I want you to stay like this.”
I stiffened as he lifted my dress off my hips, and tapped my ankles wider apart with his foot. “Over the sofa?” I squeaked, glancing at the unlocked door and then swinging my gaze back over my shoulder to him.
His eyes darkened as they traveled from my face lower, and he bit his lip. Oh God, not the look. Without thinking, I found myself wondering how fast he could get us there.
“Just do as you’re told or there will be more than me fucking you. Put your hands on the cushions, and I’ll do all the work.” His deep voice vibrated down my spine while his hands curled around mine, repositioning my fingers on the cushions.
“Graham,” I moaned from the feel of his body pressing over me.
He lifted up and glided his fingers past my hips. I heard him grunt hoarsely, and he separated my ass cheeks, allowing the cool air to graze across my slick flesh.
“Almost there. Spread your legs. That’s it.” The sound of foil crinkling and his pants dropping pricked my ears.
Graham caressed me, moving his hands across my stinging bottom, and I couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through my body. My nipples tightened into hard pebbles, and he spread my thighs wider. He suddenly drove his cock inside me, stretching and filling my body. Jolts of pleasure jetted across my nerve endings and I bowed, closing my eyes. I felt the slow pull of his length backward, but this wasn’t a tease. Hell no. He slammed fully inside me, digging his fingers into my hips, and hauling me to him. His body was as hard and demanding as his thrusts. He delivered stroke after stroke in the rhythmic pumping of his hips against my bottom and legs. “You’re so tight,” he growled, pinching my clit and slamming back into me.
Greedily, I took every thrust he offered, curling my ass up in the air. “Harder,” I moaned. I wanted him so far inside me he’d bruise me at my hips from holding me in place.
His hips slapped against my stinging ass, harder with each thrust of his cock. The exquisite sensation was overwhelming, powerful, unearthing, and dissolved everything I knew about sex. My senses were raw, ravaged, frayed. It was all I could do to hold onto the sofa in this sex-induced delirium. I longed to scream, let go, and call out his name.
He pulled me upright off the back of the sofa and spun me around. “God, I need more. Eliza, I want your legs wrapped around me.”
Lifting me up, he wound my legs around his waist before he drove his cock back inside me so deep I yelped. I curled my arms around his shoulders, riding his cock and inhaling the scent of sandalwood and coriander from his skin. Dizzying erotic sensation consumed me, all too familiar from our afternoon today, and sent me racing back toward the brink.
“Come for me.” His voice sounded as ragged as my thoughts. “Now! Don’t hold back.”
I clutched his shoulders, clenching around him, and he surged into me with his voice and his body. The unbearable feeling of being torn apart expanded, unfurling from inside, forcing me to open to him.
With his hands curled under my thighs, he flexed his hips, driving his cock farther into me, pummeling me each time; his ability to maintain a pounding beat never relented. “Give it to me!” he demanded in a strained voice.
“Yes,” I whimpered. I was there. Yes.
Graham delivered me to the edge as his body went rigid under my hands. We exploded together, an intense shockwave slamming us into a body-shattering orgasm.
“Eliza,” he groaned as he drove his cock into me, grinding roughly between my legs right before he shuddered, exhaling, “Fuck!”
Our breathing came as gulps for air. He walked a few steps with me in his arms, stopping and lowering onto the sofa with me on his lap. He buried his face against my neck, both of us still panting, and his hands caressing my back. There was so much I wanted to share with him, but all I could do was hold him close.
“Oh, baby,” his said, “You’re no longer a stranger to where I intend to take you.”
“It’s intense. You’re intense.” I inhaled, skimming my fingers over his gorgeous face. It was true. I feared all he’d have to do now was crook his finger, and I’d be powerless. A tiny siren inside me blared a warning.
“We’re intense,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to mine. “This is why you can’t do anything but return to New York with me.”
I trailed my fingers along his jaw as my reservations melted. Intense? This day was cataclysmic. I yearned to leap into the fire, tell him yes. But I closed my eyes, willing my insecurities to shut the hell up. I’d be fine. This was nothing more than a warped infatuation that would run its course. Six months, to be exact. But what about my sister? I squeezed my eyelids tighter. I wanted to stay and go. I was torn right down the middle.
We remained locked together, listening to our heartbeats. I didn’t have the strength to deny him. But I had to be with my sister and couldn’t imagine leaving her for half a year. My mind was ready to implode. He gently stroked my hair. I desperately wanted him to promise I could come back when Laura delivered her baby.
“I need to ask a favor of you,” I said softly to him.
CHAPTER SIX
Graham sucked a point on my neck that immobilized me and stuttered my brain. “Please, this is important,” I whispered.
With his cock pressing inside me, I remained perched on his lap, my body draped over his. I had to lean backward to see him eye-to-eye. I didn’t know if I could trust him with other things besides sex. It might seem ludicrous, considering what we’d just done—but seriously, it was just sex. No, that was wrong. I gazed into his consuming eyes, and my stomach clenched. He’d taught me more in the last eight hours than I’d learned in lifetime on auto-pilot. Hot. Mind-bending. And not just about sex.
“I’m listening,” he said, searching at my face. His commanding eyes pinned me in place. His expression bordered on a type of hunger not yet satisfied as he twirled a lock of my hair around his finger. More and more I wanted to unearth his thoughts, especially when he appeared so predacious.
Blowing my bangs out of my eyes, I cleared my throat, trying to affect a calm demeanor even though he shifted position on the sofa, and his awe-inspiring hard-on slid deeper inside me. I squeezed around him, arching a brow, looking for a foothold.
“Sweet Jesus,” he groaned. “When you do
that, you’ve got me at a distinct disadvantage.”
I gained confidence and tugged on the collar of his shirt, bringing our faces closer. “If I need to come back here when we’re in New York, would that be possible?” I dropped my voice, swaying my hips over his erection.
His eyes appeared dazed, and he fitted his hands over my waist. His thumbs swiped down my abdomen, his fingertips pressing into the curve of my bottom. Without hesitation, I ground down on his length. His head fell forward, and he kissed my shoulder, murmuring incoherently. I relented, trying to understand this source of power I possessed. I feathered my fingers on either side of his cheeks, tipping up his face, and pressed my parted lips over his mouth, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and sucking on his bottom lip.
Skimming my mouth over his, I whispered, “Answer me.”
“Baby, I don’t know. What do you mean by needing to return? Would it be a regular event or a one-time deal?” He answered in a hoarse voice, pulling my hips down and against him. He began rocking my body over his lap, and a convulsion of pleasure tore through me. He lifted me up, then lowered me down his cock. But I needed an answer. Now.
I squeezed my thighs and stopped moving before another round of delicious sensations overtook me. “Graham. This is one of those hard limits.”
Suddenly, seeing Laura, Luke, and their child didn’t seem like it should be one visit in the six months I’d be gone. I couldn’t crystalize what my life would be like in terms of living with Graham as a sex-crazed fool. But absolutely, I had to be part of my sister’s life at the same time.
“Hard limits?” He stared at me, unblinking, and his jaw tensed. “As in you’d come back here for a day. Any special one in mind?”