“Yes Sir.” A whisper.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes Sir.”
He stared at her for a long moment, as though he couldn’t drag his gaze away, and then slipped the strap around her wrists. Slowly, he tightened it. “Test it. I want you to know how helpless you are.”
She did. The bonds were tight, but there was some wiggle room, though not much. A shiver of arousal, of erotic fear, walked through her. She was helpless. She was. Bound to the bed on her belly. Exposed. But she knew him. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her.
“Ready?”
“Yes Sir.”
His hand came down on her ass with no warning and with it came a slash of fierce heat. One, two, three smacks and more, until her bottom was on fire, her body ablaze. She wriggled and writhed and moaned and cried out, but he continued to besiege her. Every once in a while he would stop and begin that tantalizing journey again, his palm flat on her skin, over her scorching ass, her thighs, her back, gently, druggingly. And then he spanked her some more.
At some point–she’d lost track of time completely–his other hand slipped beneath her, found her aching clit and stroked as he continued to rain heat down on her. The counterpoint of pleasure and pain was agonizing, blissful. He teased her, bringing her to the brink again and again, until she gasped and pled and begged for more.
When he flipped her over, it was a surprise. She hadn’t even noticed he’d released her hands. By the time she realized what had happened, he’d tied her up again, this time on her back. Her breasts thrust up, nipples high, swollen, aching.
He made a little noise in the back of his throat and dipped his head, taking one, then the other in his mouth. Velvet suction.
“God,” she wailed.
“Hush.” He found her again, dancing his fingers over her slit and dabbing in. “You’re so wet,” he said. “So ready.”
“Yes.”
He stroked her clit, then skated around it, not touching it, until she wanted to snarl and curse and demand he satisfy her. She was so close. So fricking close. He set his thumb over the top of her thrumming button, anchoring it while he stroked the underside with his finger, squeezing her with a torturous rhythm.
Her body seized.
The orgasm he’d been staving off for far too long would not be denied.
She cried out as she came, something feral and wild and desperate. And, even as she succumbed, he sank two thick fingers in deep, stroking her there while toying with her clit.
She’d thought she’d come before. That was nothing compared to this. Her crisis rose again and peaked. Bliss and insanity raged through her as she lost all purchase, all connection, all awareness but for the driving force of his thrusts, the manic response of her body.
The bed dipped as he rose, and she forced her eyes open. She wanted, needed to watch him. Never wanted to let him out of her sight again. Her breath caught as he whipped the shirt from his body, revealing a thickly muscled chest and a back covered with scars. She longed to stroke them, explore them, as he had done with her. His pants came next. He unzipped them and kicked them off in a flurry, forgetting to remove his shoes, which slowed him down. He kicked those off too and then reached for the box of condoms. His hands shook as he opened it, pulled one out.
When he stood, her lungs seized. His cock, outlined in his black briefs, stole her breath.
She wriggled against her bonds, anxious, desperate to touch him, taste him. “Oh my God,” she gasped.
He glanced at her, but didn’t pause. He pulled his briefs off–and man, was he magnificent. His cock rose high, full, heavy, insistent. The thick vein, running its length, throbbed. With quick moves, he rolled the condom on. While she hated to see such beauty covered, she knew it was coming for her and she couldn’t wait.
As he knelt on the bed, she shifted her legs apart.
She wanted him. She wanted him in. Now.
But he brushed back her hair and kissed her on the forehead. “Are you okay?” he asked in a gentle voice.
“No,” she snapped. His eyes flared in surprise. “Do it,” she said. “Fuck me.”
His cheek bunched. His lips parted. His throat worked. Ah. Yes.
Yes.
Without a word, he settled between her legs, cupped her ass in his hands and lifted her.
And then he drove home.
The bliss nearly destroyed her.
One thrust was all it took and the insanity claimed her once more.
Holy fuck, she was a hot little minx, Dane thought as he plowed into her waiting body. So slick. So hot. So ready.
It had been a delight, warming her up. Her skin had rippled to his touch. Her ass had turned an enchanting pink beneath his palm. And how beautifully she’d come. How responsively. He’d barely touched her and she’d been moaning and thrashing.
She was a professional. He knew that. It could be just good acting, but he didn’t think so.
A man could tell.
The way the flush rose on her neck, the way sweat sheened her forehead, the way the tiny hairs rose on her arms. All signs of arousal. True arousal.
He lifted her higher and changed his thrusts, hitting her from one angle and then another until he found that one spot that made her coo, and the other that made her whimper.
God, she was tight. When she came again, she clasped him in a heinous grip that nearly made him cross–eyed. He loved the sight of her, beautiful and bound and coming beneath him. It was, no doubt, a sight burned on his brain forever.
Damn, was she a wild fuck.
She arched up into his lunge, locking her legs around his waist, and annoyance curled through him. He wanted, needed more. He paused in his furious thrusts and released her wrists.
Yes. Yes. This was what he wanted. He wanted her touching him.
And God help him, she did. The moment she was free, her hands flew to his chest, stroking and exploring and raking him with her claws. Her fingers fluttered over him as he worked away in her, his plunges coming faster and faster as his intensity grew, as the pressure in his belly, the burn at his core, threatened to overcome him.
He wanted her to come again. Just one more time…
He shifted and pushed her thighs farther apart, pummeling deeper, harder, faster. A knot formed at the base of his balls. His cock swelled. She groaned and sank her fingers in his hair and yanked his head down for a kiss. She took his mouth, invaded him with her tongue in tandem with the cadence of his cock. Consumed with a desperate urge to fill her–everywhere–he had to respond. But when he shoved his tongue into her mouth and she sucked just as she came, just as she clenched his cock–the twin sensations decimated him.
He yanked out–a torment–and plunged in again. And the torment became a torrent. A flood. A rush of bliss and absolute serenity.
She felt it too. She probably felt it too. Because she sighed and collapsed and murmured his name.
He collapsed as well, at her side, exhausted, spent. He curled his arm around her and pulled her closer. “Don’t go, baby,” he said. “Don’t go yet.”
She smoothed his brow and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I won’t,” she said. “I won’t.”
Chapter Four
Dane awoke to a sizzling sensation in his groin. Hot lips, warm and wet. Sucking him in. His cock was hard, straining in her mouth. She took him deep in her throat as she gently stroked his balls.
Holy fuck.
He tried to lurch up, tried to reach for her, to guide her nerve–racking movements, but his hands were bound. He was, he realized with a shock to his solar plexus, hoisted with his own petard.
“B–Bambi!” he croaked.
She stilled and then released his cock, but only to nuzzle his sensitive tip. Then she glanced at him, her lips wrapped around his length–and nibbled. He nearly went through the roof.
He would have. If he hadn’t been fucking tied down.
“Bambi.” This time he infused her name with a thread of command. Her response was to rele
ase him with a plop. She pumped him with one devilish hand while, with the other, she caressed that sensitive spot beneath his balls, and lower. Dane seized as she toyed with his asshole. “Bambi…” A warning tone, but probably not very effective, twined, as it was, with a laugh.
“Do you like this?” she asked, a playful light in her eye.
Did he.
Holy God.
“Untie me,” he demanded. “I want to fuck you again.”
“Do you?” She tipped her head to the side and shot him a grin. “I want to fuck you.“ She gave him a salacious squeeze. “But first, I’m going to kiss you all over.”
A shiver took him at her sultry tone. And God help him, she made good on her promise. Starting with his toes. He yanked and writhed and howled at that, because he was ticklish, which she found fascinating apparently. Then she worked her way up his legs. Nibbling and nipping, laving and stroking the hairs on his calves and thighs as though they mesmerized her. She spent way too much time on the back of his knees, watching him thrash, with a smile on her lips. She ignored his cock on the way up his body, but made a big show of lapping at the milky bead that had seeped onto his belly. She tested the muscles of his chest, the straining tendons of his arms and even nibbled at the wiry hairs in his pits, which made him howl as well. By the time she got to his face he was breathless and helpless with laughter, and incredibly hard.
“I want you,” he said as she nuzzled the fuzz on his chin.
“Mmm.”
“Bambi. I need you.”
She lapped at his earlobe, then sucked it in.
“Jesus, woman, please!”
She stilled and lifted her head. Their gazes locked. Her gorgeous face spilt into a grin. “Mmm,” she murmured as she reached for his cock again. “Begging are we?” Her fingers were warm and talented. She stroked him to the edge, eyes boring into his. And then stopped. “Are you?” she breathed. “Begging?”
“Yes,” he ground out. “Just untie me.” If she would just untie him, he’d give her a fucking she’d never forget.
But she laughed and reached for the box of condoms, which had fallen to the floor during their earlier engagement. She pulled one out, opened it with her teeth and rolled it onto him.
“What–what are you doing?”
“Always use protection,” she said, in a sing–song voice.
Goddamn her, she was annoying. With the popping gum and the snarky attitude and the defiance. Something about her just set his dominant tendencies on fire. He wanted to tie her down and paddle her behind again. And fuck her. Definitely fuck her.
But…
Aw. Shit.
He gaped at her as she rose over him. And then he wheezed a groan as slowly, holding his gaze, she slid down, impaling herself on his shaft.
“Ah…” Her moan rumbled through her and into him. It nested at the base of his balls, at the point they were joined. “You’re so big, Dane. You fill me up.” She made a big circle, riding his cock, and his brain fizzled.
She’d murmured his name before, as she’d come. He didn’t remember telling her what it was. But he must have–
All thoughts skittered away as she rocked forward, tightening her grip on him. “Jesus,” he hissed.
“Oh yeah.” She shuddered, and then began to move.
He stared up at her as she rode him like he was a pony, bouncing and circling and fucking herself to bliss as he lay there, aching and helpless.
He fought the restraints. He should have known better. They were his restraints. But he couldn’t stop himself. He wanted, needed, to touch her. It drove him wild that her rhythm was just to the left of where he needed it to be. Just a little too slow right then, followed by little too quick. But then he realized…she knew what she was doing.
She was tormenting him on purpose.
She started some crazy snake–like motion, undulating her body in hellish arcs. Oh, God, it was amazing to see, her breasts bobbing like that as she curled her spine, but fuck, it felt freaking phenomenal.
Her eyes glazed a bit and he knew she’d found that spot. She stayed there, circled it and brought it back, rubbing against him like a cat in heat, pleasuring herself at his expense. A groan escaped her throat. Then a warble. And then her features tightened. Her eyes took on a demented look. She changed position, settling on him fully, anchoring herself on him, then leaned forward and placed her palms on his chest. When she grazed his nipple, he lurched and her eyes widened. So she pinched him.
Fucking pinched his nipples!
He nearly came out of his skin, but it felt so good, he didn’t tell her to stop.
Not that she would have anyway.
She used this new position, this new angle, to secure her leverage and increase her pace.
Dane’s breath locked in his lungs. His pulse thrummed. Heat boiled in his balls.
She leaned closer, scraping her nipples over his chest, moving faster now, in a frenzy of lust as her orgasm–and his–approached.
“Yeah,” he encouraged her, in case she needed encouragement. “Yeah baby. Faster. Faster. Like that. Yeah. There. There. There–”
The breath whooshed out of him as his body seized. Heaven and hell met and mated in his belly as he released.
And God, did he release. The explosion rocked him, took him, ate him alive. It seemed to last forever, but all the while she moved on him, slower and slower, gently drawing him back to himself.
In the wake of that bliss something new descended, wrapping him in warmth even as she lowered her slick body down on his.
That something…it felt like peace.
The next time he awoke, it was morning and he was untied, for which he was very grateful. Until he rose from the bed to find her–and maybe fuck her again–and realized she’d gone. He sat on the chair by the sofa and stared at her glass on the table, smeared with red lipstick as it was.
He wasn’t sure why her absence devastated him.
She was just a woman. It had been just a fuck.
And she was a hooker.
Oh, sure, it had been, without exception, the best fuck of his life. And yes, he had planned to take her again. At least once more.
But the feeling in his gut was more than just a rampage of regret.
Too bad he had no idea what it was.
He showered and dressed and headed downstairs for the buffet breakfast. There was a litany of things scheduled for the day, including the wedding rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner. As the best man, Dane was locked into each and every one.
On top of all that, the families would be arriving–his and Cody’s–which meant more dinners and parties and small talk and a flurry of catching up.
While he was looking forward to seeing everyone again, Dane wasn’t in the mood for all that.
She kept intruding on his thoughts.
He needed to forget her. Just wipe her from his mind so he could focus. So he could think. But she clung to him somehow. She clung to his soul.
Truly, he was an idiot.
He ran into Cody in the elevator. His friend studied him through narrowed eyes as they shushed toward the ground floor. “How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Fine.”
“Well, you look like hell.”
“Thanks.”
“Did you get any sleep last night?”
Dane flinched and then reminded himself, Cody was just making conversation. He didn’t know how Dane had spent the night. Not that he would have cared. With a shrug, he scrubbed his head with a palm. “A little.” Memories engulfed him and he bit back a shit–eating grin. Yeah, he’d slept a little, but not much. Thanks to a smokin’ hot cowgirl who liked a wild ride… “Did, um, did the party heat up, after I left?”
Cody snorted as the elevator opened. “Yeah. The hooker showed up.”
Dane tripped over his feet. “The…what?”
“I kicked them all out. Shit, if Ang got wind of that she’d flay me alive.”
“What do you mean the hooker showed up?” She�
��d been with Dane. On him. Fucking riding him.
Cody chuckled and led the way through a foyer that had been made up to look like a rainforest–complete with thunderstorms–and past the clinking slot machines, toward the buffet. “Yeah. With her bodyguard and everything. I sent them to Ennis’ room. I guess he had a good time. But you know Ennis… Loves his hookers.”
Dane shook his head, his mind spinning.
“Look out, buddy,” Cody grabbed his arm to keep him from walking into a planter holding an enormous potted palm. He led him up a ramp into the buffet and then raised his hand and waved at the knot of people in the corner. His bride–to–be, the lovely Angie, lit up when she saw him. She waved madly and turned to say something to her companion, a vaguely familiar woman with long dark hair pulled back into a ponytail.
She glanced up and waved as well, a wicked grin on her beautiful face.
Dane’s lungs seized as he realized…it was her.
His cowgirl hooker.
For some inexplicable reason, a bone–deep relief washed through him. I’ve found her again, something deep inside whispered. But with that sense of relief came utter befuddlement. What the hell was Angie doing chatting, over croissants and coffee, with a hooker?
Granted, she didn’t look like a hooker today. Today her face was scrubbed clean but for a dash of ruby lipstick and mascara thickening her lashes. She wore a cute dress with little cherries spattered all over it that looked like something out of the 40s. And there was a patently innocent expression on her face. Oh, but those eyes… Those eyes, when they met his, told a different story.
As they drew near, Angie leapt from her seat and pulled Cody into a hug. They kissed effusively for a long, long while. Finally Cody pulled back and frowned. “I have to tell you something honey,” he said, stroking her hair.
Her eyes glimmered with laugher. “What? Did you have a good time last night? We had a blast. Wait ’til I tell you about the photo shoot–”
“Ang. Honey.” Cody cleared his throat. “There was…a hooker.”
Dane winced and flicked a look at his cowgirl. She winked.
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