Mastered 2: Ten Tales of Sensual Surrender

by Opal Carew

“I’m not talking about the music.” Yes, Within You had come out well, that’s why they were in this position, with Graham banging on about her being the obvious choice.

  “Then what are you saying?” She scooted sideways towards him along the long J-shaped bench. “What did I do wrong, Spook?”

  “Nothing” he mumbled, refusing to meet her gaze. “You haven’t done anything.” Nothing besides getting under his skin, and he couldn’t punish or blame her for that. He shifted uncomfortably. His damn trousers were cutting him in half. He needed to release his zip and give his cock some breathing room. But he wasn’t about to do that in front of her, because hey, social niceties and all, plus, fuck knows where it would lead.

  Actually, he knew only too well where it would lead, and it wasn’t somewhere he was ready to go, though he suspected she’d be only too willing.

  “Then if I haven’t done anything wrong, tell me why you’re so damned determined to keep me at arm’s length?”

  All he dared do was shake his head.

  “You know, when you didn’t call, I blamed myself. I thought maybe I’d misread everything, and that I’d imagined the chemistry between us, but I didn’t force you into playing along, and I didn’t start what happened half an hour ago. I’ll admit I was a bit pushy, but it’s not like I got the thumbscrews out.”

  No thumbscrews were needed. He’d fallen for her hook, line and sinker the moment she’d walked in the room.

  She reached the end of the bench seat, and leaned forward, face full of determination. Her chin stubbornly lifted. “Spook, talk to me. I know you can feel the pull that exists between us, so why are you so determined not to explore it?”

  He was too busy trying to concoct an answer to stop her hand settling upon his knee. More of those blasted fireworks she lit in him screamed through his nerve-endings. Thoroughly rattled, he strove for control by sitting rigidly. It might even have worked, if it weren’t for the noose of his underwear. His goddamned cock wanted nothing more than to stand up straight and say hello to her. Too bad, he had no intention of letting it.

  “Talk to me, please. Just explain what’s going on.” Not content with the possession of his knee, Alle’s palm smoothed across the leg of his leathers towards his thigh.

  Spook stared at her hand, itching to stop her. Anyone else he’d have stopped in a heartbeat, but with her, he couldn’t quite bring himself to do it. Damn her, couldn’t she see what she was doing to him? Maybe she could. Maybe that was the point.

  “I’ve dreamed about you over these last few months,” she confessed, her voice barely more than a whisper. The tone, the breathiness of her voice, the low lover’s talk, all compounded his torment, making him doubly uncomfortable.

  They couldn’t be lovers. He wouldn’t survive it.

  His sanity depended upon strict adherence to a life of celibacy.

  “I’ve replayed what we did so many times. It’s never felt like it did with you with anyone else. We could have so much fun together, Spook. I feel you understand me. You know my limits.”

  “I know mine too.” They’d bypassed them quite some time ago. He reached for her hand, meaning to move it from his thigh. “Nothing else is going to happen between us, Alle. Best you just forget anything ever did.”

  Just as he meant to close his grip around her wrist, she moved, scooting over to join him on the rear seat. “Is that what you’re doing, pretending it never happened? It happened, Spook; shall I remind you of the details? You upended me over your lap, bared my arse, and brought your hand down so hard it stung. It tingled like crazy, and I loved it. It made me so fucking horny. Better yet, you didn’t give in to me. You didn’t just go ahead and screw me like I begged you to, you made me masturbate for you.” She lowered her gaze, briefly, and then peeped up at him shyly from beneath her eyelashes. “I’ve never done that for a man, leastways, not so graphically, and not while he was taking pictures. You promised to show me those pictures.”

  He had, hadn’t he? Somehow that fact had escaped his attention whenever he’d caught himself looking at them.

  “I deleted them.”

  “Really?” she asked.

  He shook his head, unable to lie to her directly. ‘Just from the memory card. I still have copies, but not on my phone.’

  ‘Obviously, you’ll have to take some more, then.’

  Spook shook his head a little harder.

  “No, it’s OK. The driver can’t see us. Nor can anyone outside. I can lean over your lap, right here, no problem.”

  He didn’t know if her skirt would lift up that far, and he didn’t intend to find out. “You’ll feel better once you’ve warmed my arse,” she insisted. “And a lot better once you’ve let this beast out of its cage.” Alle danced her fingertips over the front of his protruding fly, even went so far as to reach for the zip pull.

  “Alle, stop it. We can’t.”

  “Totally can. You’re a rock star. This is a limousine and I’m totally up for making all your fantasies come true.”

  All of them? Goddammit, he believed her too. Maybe that’s why she was freaking him the fuck out. The first time they’d met had damn near caused a nuclear meltdown. He wasn’t sure he had the strength for a second clash.

  “Stop this, Alle.”

  “Only if you make me,” she retorted, challenging him. “If you want me to stop, then make me stop, because I don’t want or intend to. I want to work with your band, and I want you, Spook Mortensen. So, unless you stop me, I’m going to get down on my hands and knees between your thighs and get you off. I think you’ll find using your brain for something other than fruitless denial a little easier once your dick’s at ease. He certainly wants me. Look how excited he is to see me. I bet the poor bugger hasn’t had any fun since the last time we met.”

  Damn her. He gritted his teeth and watched, frozen as she slid open his belt buckle and attacked the button beneath. The teeth of his fly came apart of their own accord as his cock jerked in happiness over its release. Didn’t it just love the idea of her forming her mouth around it, or of her climbing astride his lap so it could burrow right into her pussy?

  But that wasn’t who he was, or what he was about.

  Like it cared.

  “Alle,” he barked in warning.

  Too late, she was holding him, cradling the head of his erection in her palm.

  Fuck! He was putty in her hands, and she knew it.

  “I mean it.” He reached out to push her away, but she shocked him by slapping his hand aside.

  “You’ll have to try harder than that if you want me to believe this isn’t what you want. See, I’ve heard all about your legendary control, but I’ve yet to see much evidence of it. I figure that means one of two things. Either, it’s just a rumour, or, you’re really, really pleased to see me.” She cheekily leaned over and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose. “Admit it, Spook. You want this. You want me to make you come.”

  She was too close. Close enough to kiss. He wished he didn’t remember the taste of her quite so well. He’d hoped time would erode the memory. It hadn’t, and then she’d given him that little reminder up there on the stage in front of everybody while he was collecting the award, just to make things even harder.

  She was making him harder.

  “Don’t,” he groaned, but even he knew he didn’t mean it.

  Was it wrong, him letting her massage his shaft like this, when he didn’t intend to let it go anywhere? Probably, but it felt so damned good.

  “You can stop me any time you like. Just tell me you don’t want me to do this.”

  But he did want it. That was the problem. He couldn’t shutter his heart up against her as he could with anyone else. He couldn’t turn off the desire he felt. The truth was, he didn’t just want to thrust into her mouth. He wanted to drive his cock into her. He wanted to ride her so hard their bodies met with a smack, the sound of which reverberated with the same tenor as his palm across her backside. He wanted to come all over her. Paint her
skin with it, make her dirty and wild, and hear her beg. The thought of punishing her, torturing sweet sighs from her lips, got him so fucking worked up he was leaking pre-come all over her hand.

  “You’re a big fat liar if you say you don’t want this,” she hissed. He proved her point by automatically lifting as she tugged his leather trousers off his hips. The soft brush of her fingertips slid along the ridges either side of his abs as she slithered onto the floor between his knees. “You do want it, don’t you, Spook? One word and I’ll give you everything you need.”

  The last time she’d sucked him, he’d been convinced his soul would slide out of him along with his spunk. Letting her do it a second time would surely guarantee it.

  What the fuck was he going to do?

  Let her do it — that’s what. Hell, he’d wasted enough time imagining it over the last few months.

  “Fuck!” he swore, his voice cracking under the strain.

  “Was that a yes?”

  When her tongue peeped out, Spook released a hiss of anguish, yet watched mesmerised as she wetted her lower lip, adding shine to the plump pink surface.

  “Alle…”

  “I know giving in isn’t easy for you, so just nod if you can’t say it. It’s OK, Spook. I’m not going to tell anyone about it. They can go on imagining you’re some kind of saint. Only you and I need to know the truth.”

  He couldn’t recall moving, and yet suddenly his fingers were entwined within the coppery strands of her hair, and he was pulling her closer, nudging his cock against her pretty mouth. Sliding inside…

  It wasn’t enough that she just sucked him. He was wound too tight to take things slow.

  He possessed her. He took.

  Yes, dammit, he took.

  They were past the point of niceties. His defences were shot to pieces, and if he was going to fall, then he was going to do it in a damned blaze of glory.

  Best of all, she didn’t protest. She whimpered, but that was all pleasure. He knew how to tell the difference.

  Last time, he’d come apart far too soon. This time he wanted to savour the moment, each caress of her lips, the tickle of her tongue, and that glorious, repetitive slide into her throat. Hell yeah! She might not actually be deep throating him, but it sure as hell felt like it. Every bit of his shaft was feeling this.

  Best goddamned blow job of his life, no question about it.

  Spook pulled her closer still, helped her move her head to maintain the rhythm being dictated by his pistoning hips.

  Why had he balked at doing this? Why avoid something that afforded so much pleasure and felt so damned good?

  He knew the answers, and they were valid ones.

  It was just hard to think sensibly about it when this felt so damned sweet.

  Actually, no — it wasn’t sweet. Nowhere near. Rather, it skirted a line between pleasure and pain because he needed it so badly. His balls throbbed. She produced a high better than any narcotic, and was a million times more addictive.

  The first taste of her had been enough to hook him. He’d walked through the weeks since, constantly fighting the craving to claim her. Now, he couldn’t — wouldn’t ever — get enough.

  This just felt so fucking right.

  When a minute or so later, she somehow disentangled herself from his grasp and his cock fell free of her mouth, Spook’s hips kept on churning, seeking out the piece of heaven he’d lost. “What?” he asked, as Alle scooted backwards onto the long bench seat she’d originally occupied. Had he been too rough? Her pale cheeks were flushed, and her lips were rather more red than when they’d started. Her breasts rose and fell with each trembling breath.

  “Come back. I’ll cool it down.”

  Alle shook her head. “Why don’t you come here and heat it up some more?”

  Captivated, Spook watched her spread her legs. The split in the front of her dress meant he could see almost to the apex of her thighs. Alle shimmied out of her panties and pinged them at him. He didn’t need her to spell it out to know what she wanted. Nevertheless, she rested her index finger over her mons. “Why don’t you bring yourself and your very nice hard-on over here and treat us both to something special?”

  He almost went. Half stood, only to sit down hard again. Since when did he fuck women in the back of moving vehicles?

  Since when did he fuck anyone?

  “I’m right here” she prompted, while teasing her lips and clit with her finger.

  Spook clenched his fists tight by his sides.

  After a moment, when he hadn’t moved, she reached for her purse. “Is this what you need?” She threw him a condom packet.

  Spook caught it, but set it aside while shaking his head.

  Lips pursed, Alle dug into her handbag again. This time she drew out something slim and sleek that purred when she turned the base.

  “You keep a vibrator in your purse?”

  That was his doing. He’d implied she ought to the last time they’d met.

  “Well, a girl needs something reliable when the man she wants won’t give her what she needs.”

  Ooh! Ouch! He grimaced. “That’s not fair.”

  “Nor was not calling.”

  “I couldn’t call.”

  “Yeah you could. You chose not to, just as you’re choosing to stay over there right now, and I’m choosing to do something to take the edge off my need.”

  “We’d only have ended up frustrated,” he insisted. How did he make her understand that he couldn’t have a relationship with her?

  “I am frustrated, Spook.” She stroked the slim white shaft along the line of her slit. “Really fucking frustrated, because I have one of the hottest guys on the planet sitting three feet away from me with a cock so hard I could use it as a truncheon, and he won’t even give me a taste of it.”

  “You tasted it plenty a minute ago.”

  She conceded with a nod, smiling across at him, desire sparkling in her eyes. “But now my pussy wants a turn. It needs you, Spook. Only you can take away the ache.”

  Spook tried closing his eyes to block out the sight of her teasing herself with the vibe, but he couldn’t close his ears to the hum of it, or her deepening gasps of pleasure.

  “Maybe it’s been too long, and you’ve forgotten what to do —”

  “I haven’t fucking forgotten what to do —” He snarled through gritted teeth.

  “— I can show you with this.”

  He peeped through his eyelashes, watched her slide the damned plastic wand in and out of her body.

  “No!” he snapped, launching himself across the inside of the vehicle. As if he were going to sit still and watch her fuck herself with that thing while he got himself even more screwed up inside. “No. Give me that.”

  Alle clung on to it as he attempted to wrestle it from her hands. All the buzzing and twirling it was doing made it difficult to keep a hold of. As a result, they both ended up knotted together, arms and legs flailing, her underneath, him on the top. She panted hard, her breathing uneven as he tore it from her grip and threw it out of reach. It landed square in one of the cup holders.

  Spook grabbed her wrists and locked them tight to the leather seat way above her head while holding the rest of her prone with the weight of his body.

  “I know how to fuck you,” he snarled right up against her turned cheek. “I don’t need any lessons on how to make you come.”

  “Then show me. Take the rod you’re jabbing me in the belly with and use it to stuff my pussy. Give us both the climaxes we need.”

  Spook backed up a little, so they weren’t quite so tightly jammed together, though he made sure to keep a firm grip on her wrists. Fucking her in the way she asked was out of the question. Even if he was ready to deconstruct eight years of his life, he’d never go in bare. Crazy about her, he may be, but he wasn’t mad.

  “Sweetheart, I don’t need my cock to make you come. I only need two fingers.”

  “Prove it.”

  He wedged his knee bet
ween her thighs, so he could better hold her still with one hand while he wrestled his belt from around his waist. She struggled a little when he trailed the end of it against her belly, and her flesh trembled. Yeah, they’d both get a kick out of him using it to bring some heat to her cheeks, but right now he had a different use for it in mind. He used it to bind her wrists together.

  Her eyes widened when he drew the buckle tight, and she realised he’d not only fastened her hands together, he’d locked her tight to the seat belt restraint too, which left her bound and him with both hands free.

  The sight of her wriggling kicked Spook’s libido into overdrive. He liked his lovers to have some spark and steel to them. There was nothing less enticing than a woman just lying there like a dead fish waiting for him to do them. He vastly preferred his women to be fighters — shield-maidens like those inked onto his skin.

  Alle proved herself in that regard, by catching him off guard, hooking her legs around his middle and jamming their loins together.

  “Fuck me,” she hissed, right into his ear, before making soul-deep eye contact with him. “Stop teasing and just do it.”

  His cock jumped at the idea. Still wet with her saliva, it was desperate to get wetter still exploring her juicy slit.

  Teasing her! God, she had no idea. He knew how to make torture an art form.

  He slid his cock along the seam of her pussy, making her breath catch in the back of her throat. He rose and fell, tantalized her with his nearness, while refusing to actually dip into the well she was so desperately offering.

  “Oh, God. Please,” she begged, every time he nuzzled up close.

  “Sweetheart. You say you want me, but I’m not sure you have any idea what that’d actually entail. I might choose to fill your sweet pussy, but if I do, it’ll be on my terms.”

  “What terms?”

  He reckoned she’d sign up for just about anything at this moment. Not that he entirely trusted contracts. A decent lawyer could always find a loophole.

  Alle lifted her hips, and rubbed against him, creating extra friction.

  Spook nipped her earlobe, and then sucked the side of her neck.

  “Anything, just fuck me,” she pleaded.