Tempted By Trouble

by Wick, Christa

  With the blindfold on, she only had faint impressions of what Austin planned. He slid a saddle of some sort beneath her, part of its surface patterned with small, rubbery nubs.

  The man was devious, depraved—and she'd never come harder in her entire life than she had come for him.

  He seemed to have her positioned as he wanted her because she heard the crinkling sound of him opening a condom packet and his hand gliding firmly over his shaft as he smoothed the latex in place. Then he wrapped his arms around the small of Gina's back and buried his face against her pussy and ass. He licked up, down, the pattern repeating until she squirmed and rocked against the saddle.

  That's when the buzzing began.

  Vibrations started from the multitude of small nubs hooked up to some sort of pleasure pad.

  Gina screamed, squirted then screamed again. The vibrations shifted from hard and constant to a soft pulsing. Another hiss and whine of the hydraulics and Gina felt her body being lowered a few inches.

  Fingers, slippery with lube, invaded her ass, twisting and stretching to make sure the hole was filled with the gel. She choked on another cry as Austin braced the palm of his hand against the small of her back. Her pussy coiled around her imagination and then his cock began to slowly push into her ass. Gina grunted. Austin echoed the sound a second later. He kept pushing until he was buried all the way inside her.

  She heard a click and the vibrating nubs changed their pattern once more. The slide of his shaft inside her followed the rising vibrations as he pushed forward.

  The sensations against her clit rattled her bones. The stretch of his fat cock anchored her in place. His fingers found their way between his body and Gina's. He hooked two of them inside her empty hole, the tips pressing against the front inner wall of her pussy and the golf ball sized gland that had swollen to an almost painful pressure from the constant stimulation.

  Beginning to hyperventilate, she knew she was in danger of passing out. The vibrations stopped. He took the hooks off and then the restraints. Gina shook like a junkie coming off a high as Austin scooped her up and carried her out of the playroom and toward the bed.

  "I can handle it," she whispered, tears beginning to streak her cheeks and turn them shiny.

  "I know, baby." He settled her on the bed then disappeared for a few seconds into the bathroom. Shedding the condom, Austin returned with a warm, wet washcloth. Spreading Gina's legs, he gently washed the abused flesh.

  "Then why are you stopping?" Her throat constricted around the words. She hadn't used her out. They should still be in the playroom testing her limits.

  "You said I should satisfy my needs with your body," he reminded her as he placed the washcloth on the nightstand and draped himself over her. "Right now, it's going to kill me if I can't make love to you."

  Her chest grew as tight as her throat. The tears that she had managed to suppress the last few seconds returned in full force. Austin cradled Gina to him. A dip of his hips and he was inside her, the strokes gentle and slow.

  He kissed her, long and deep, his fingers gliding lightly over her skin until she stopped crying. She began to move with him. Her flesh sucked at his cock. She whimpered with need. When he lifted a little, she stared at the space between their bodies, watched him fill her then retreat then fill her all over again.

  Her back arched, her nails dug into the muscles of his back. Soft groans wrestled in the space between their lips.

  Austin pushed the hair from Gina's face and stared deep into her eyes. "Tell me you feel it, love, this connection between us."

  "Yes," she answered. "From the very beginning. But now it's different than it was."

  The physical attraction had given way to something deeper. She needed this tenderness as much as she wanted his dominance over her body.

  "I knew I was in trouble the second I saw you at Boudrot's," Austin confessed, his face buried against her neck. He chewed lightly at her flesh, the grind of his hips becoming more insistent, harder. "I already knew who you were, had been studying you for weeks."

  He drove them both right to the edge of release, their bodies hovering, waiting for something.

  Another confession...

  He lifted his head, stared into Gina. Their lips moved simultaneously, shaped the same words of admission that each had been terrified of acknowledging.

  "I love you."

  The dam broke inside Gina.

  Tears spilled from her eyes as her release cannonballed through her.

  Austin held out a few heartbeats longer, controlling his climax until Gina had reached her peak. He dipped his head, unleashed, cinched Gina tight, grinding and kissing as his body trembled.

  Finished, he stayed inside her, his head lifting to hold her gaze. It took her a second to realize that he had taken her without a condom—that more than just his lovely cock filled her.

  She nodded her understanding.

  "I'm not afraid anymore, Austin. I want whatever happens next."

  His lips rolled inward and he blinked, his gaze shimmering with a sudden wetness.

  "What happens next," he rasped, his lips brushing hers, "is a lifetime of me loving you."

  Epilogue

  Four Years Later

  Opening up her most recently filed legal brief, Gina Banks-Long highlighted a few lines of text to copy and paste into a new document.

  On Petition for a Writ of Certiorari to the United States Court of Appeals for the Fifth Circuit

  BRIEF OF AMICUS CURIAE INSTITUTE FOR ENVIRONM

  Shaking her head, she laughed at herself over the text she had failed to capture. "That, Gina, girl, is what you get for working in bed on your stomach."

  She wasn't supposed to be working at all. It was Friday, well past sunset. She was at home, in the bedroom she shared with her husband. The household staff was either in their private quarters or out enjoying their personal time. The deadline to file the brief was several weeks away. There was no client breathing down her neck, no boss looking over her shoulder.

  Hell, she was the boss! Still, if she could squeeze in a few more sentences, just enough clicking and dragging to get all the boilerplate out of the way before the start of a fresh work week. That would allow more time to focus on her actual legal arguments come Monday.

  She would have had the boilerplate completed half an hour ago but for certain distractions. Giggles and splashing had sounded from down the hall as Austin pulled bath duty for their fifteen-month-old son Samuel. The joyous noise had tried to draw her away from the laptop. Giggles and splashing meant smiles. There was a new tooth coming in—Samuel's first bottom lateral incisor. She still didn't have a picture of it.

  If it wasn't the bath snagging at her attention, it was what came after. She could hear Austin singing to their son in the nursery two doors down. The song was, of course, entirely inappropriate, some Army cadence from his days of military service about Quasimodo, comparing women to bells in a tower and a profound desire to "ring them" every hour. But it sounded sweet as heaven in her husband's rich baritone.

  Noticing that the hallway light had just switched off, Gina rushed to hit save on the file and close the laptop before Austin caught her working and decided to—

  A soft, appreciative growl hit the air. Looking toward the open door, she saw her husband, his broad chest bare and his hair somehow wet enough to drip onto his strong shoulders.

  Need caught in Gina's throat. Austin Long was still sex on a stick and he was all hers.

  "I thought Samuel was the one in the tub," she said, trying to discreetly bring the lid on her computer down as Austin prowled toward the bed.

  "And I thought that was my shirt," he teased, planting a knee at the edge of the mattress.

  "It was until your son managed to throw up on both my blouse and dress pants. This was hanging over the back of the chair."

  "Looks better on you…" Austin purred, one hand sliding over her bare thigh.

  Pinching the bottom hem, he lifted the material to e
xpose panties cut from crimson silk. Squeezing her flesh, he swung one leg over and lightly draped his body atop Gina's.

  His cheek aligned with hers, the chiseled edge of his chin pressing against her shoulder as he looked at the computer's display.

  Shit, she still hadn't closed the file!

  Austin gently brushed her hand aside as Gina reached for the lid.

  "Baby, are you suing me?"

  She snorted, her tone unconvincing as she answered.

  "The respondent in this case is an oil consortium and I'm not suing anyone." She tapped the screen where she had pasted some of the boilerplate. "It's an amicus brief."

  Austin pushed a little more of his weight against her back. His head angled so that, when he spoke, his lips vibrated against her ear. "It's a brief against a consortium of oil companies, baby. I'm an oil company."

  He was already hard, and his erection was filling the dip where the two halves of her rounded ass met. She flexed to feel him flush against her, her backside giving him an involuntary hug that just made his cock thicker.

  "You’re not an oil company," she corrected, voice starting to warble as he began to move.

  His mouth landed against Gina's neck, then he forced her to tilt her head to the side simply by sliding his cock against the valley it occupied. "I’m the majority shareholder and CEO of an oil company that is part of the consortium," he rumbled without menace.

  She lifted an argumentative finger. "No, you’re CEO of an energy company. Remember, twenty percent of new development investments this year are in green energy."

  His low chuckle vibrated up her neck then across her shoulder as Austin slid lower down Gina's body.

  She shook her head, other parts of her body moving at the same time. Thinking was fast becoming difficult for her. "I just want to bring the other members of the consortium up to the environmentally responsible level of our current business model," she explained.

  His hands surfed down her sides and under the shirt to gather her panties. "You'll change our current model to twenty-five before the end of next month if I know you."

  Oh—Austin knew her, all right. He knew her inside and out.

  She tried to roll to get an upper hand, but he wouldn't let her. So, she tried a different tactic. "This kind of advocacy is what you funded the foundation for. Not for public relations, not for…"

  "You," he said before nipping lightly at her hip. "I funded it for you, and for Samuel. For the future."

  "Exactly," she countered, Austin's big body finally far enough down the bed that she could turn beneath him.

  Only, now his head was even with her pussy. Seeing the calculating smile on his face, Gina closed her eyes and laughed when he shocked her eyes back open with the slide of his fingers straight into her core.

  "You were purposefully trying to rile me up," she accused, her tone free of any real reprimand.

  Austin just slid his fingers deeper.

  "Why?" she asked.

  Pulling his fingers out, he smeared Gina's juices against her thigh, her dark skin glistening with proof of her deep arousal.

  "Because you get all hot and slick faster when your mind is engaged."

  Pulling her in close, he pressed his face against her mound and growled in pleasure, the drenched fabric of her panties barely serving as a semi-useful barrier at this point.

  Savoring the scent of her arousal, he drew a long breath in. "Love, you like to argue almost as much as you like to fuck."

  She bit her bottom lip, shook her head. It was only when it was Austin pushing her buttons, challenging her mind as his strong hands roamed her body, that she got all hot and twisted on the inside.

  Easing onto his haunches, he extended his hand, his gaze landing on her computer. Still chewing on her bottom lip, Gina passed it to him.

  "Plug it in for me?" she asked.

  He flashed a grin but complied with the request, carefully putting the laptop on the dresser and untangling the power cord already plugged into the wall.

  Returning to the foot of the bed, he stood toward the center and nodded for Gina to align her body with his. She rolled, pushed up on her elbows and stared at him.

  Yep, definitely sex-on-a-stick, a very hard, thick, and oh-so-long stick.

  He pushed his pants just far enough down his lean hips to expose the crown of his cock.

  "Your shirt needs unbuttoned, love."

  With an unsteady grip, she took hold of the first button and unthreaded it.

  "Your panties keep getting wetter and wetter," he teased, his pants moving a little lower. "Is it because you’re thinking of my cock?"

  Eyes drifting shut, she nodded. Her hips did a little dance, her weight compressing the mattress beneath her as she started to grind.

  "Are you thinking of my cock in that sweet pussy of yours, or are you imagining my tongue?"

  The question made her skip a button. Her hips dug deeper as her hand drifted back up.

  Austin climbed onto the bed. Grabbing Gina's ankles, he pushed them until the heels pressed against her ass cheeks. From there, he drew them out to the side, her cloistered sex exposed but for the underwear.

  Reaching the last button, Gina mounted a small mutiny, her gaze fixed on the pants that still covered half the length of his cock and all of his heavy balls.

  His blue eyes glittered as he shook his head.

  "You first, love."

  She persisted in pinching the button, refusing to unthread it.

  Austin pushed his pants lower, just far enough to expose all of his cock.

  "First time I saw you, I knew you were trouble," he rumbled.

  "At Boudrot's?" she asked despite knowing that Austin had started watching her weeks before—from the very first time she showed up on one of his company's security cameras.

  "That's when I knew you were exactly the right kind of trouble," he answered, sliding off the bed and shucking the pants to the floor.

  Leaning forward, he seized Gina's hips and pulled her to the edge of the mattress. His fingers finished off the last button before pushing the gusset of her panties to one side.

  Her eyes drifted shut. Gina expected the fingers to enter her, gasped when it was his hard cock driving all the way home, filling and stretching her, provoking an immediate moan from deep inside her.

  Austin worked his hands beneath Gina until his fingers laced against the small of her back. He lifted her ass off the mattress, thrusted forward, let her dip toward the bed again before another lift and thrust.

  Her breathing turned choppy, her subconscious mind falling into the same pattern as his heavy balls slapping against her bottom.

  Lift, thrust, slap, breathe.

  Gina's spine curved, the sides of the shirt falling away to expose her full breasts with their thimble sized nipples. Feeling the cold air kiss the hard tips, she took a nipple in each hand and began to squeeze.

  Austin kept driving deeper.

  Lift, thrust, slap, breathe.

  She forced her eyes open, watched him as he watched her. His gaze roamed everywhere. Her pussy still half concealed by the panties, the way she teased and tortured her own nipples, her tongue greedy and darting against her lips as she thought about sucking him to his own climax.

  Lift, thrust, slap, breathe.

  Her body shook. Her fingers turned numb as all the blood and oxygen left them to pool low in her gut, warming her pussy and fueling the muscles that milked and mouthed her husband's thick cock.

  Lift, thrust, slap, breathe.

  "Baby…" Austin groaned. "Gina, love…"

  The shaking turned to a seismic trembling. A roaring tension in her head blocked out his words, shut her eyes.

  Her pussy twisted, pulled him deeper and deeper, her flesh threatening to vibrate off her bones.

  Lift, thrust, slap—

  A hot, liquid release exploded from and through Gina, Austin spilling into her as they climaxed in unison. He kept pumping, let her wild hips ride his cock until her muscles gave
out and he lowered her gently onto the bed.

  Leaning down, he rested his chest against her breasts, pressed his lips to hers. His tongue swiped once inside her, the gesture a darting prelude to the evening's other delights.

  Waiting until Gina opened her eyes again, Austin tenderly brushed back the hair plastered to her cheek then kissed her.

  When he spoke, his voice was raw with more than lust.

  "Just like I said," he teased. "You're exactly the right kind of trouble for me."

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