by Jay McLean
I inhaled a tight, painful breath and slumped onto the bench beside him. “You knew. You pretended to be drunk...” Boy, that was a hypocritical accusation. I stiffened beneath his smug gaze. “You chased me down and brought me here.” I rubbed my throat and dropped my hand. “Why?”
He regarded me with calculation simmering in his dark eyes. “To give you a choice.”
My pulse raced, and my fingers trembled. I shoved them beneath my thighs and met his penetrating stare.
“I can either turn you in...” He chewed on his cheek, watching me. “Or I can punish you my own way.”
My breaths quickened, and my stomach bucked and tumbled. The lights on the nearest shore were tiny, winking dots. I could scream or swim, but not that fucking far. I pasted on a smile. “You want to clarify that second one?” Jesus, could the crack in my voice have been any more obvious?
“No blood, scat, permanent marks or injury.”
I jerked my head back. “Scat?” My face twisted. “You’ve got to be shitting me.”
His lips twitched and his eyes sparkled in the moonlight. “No shit.”
Well, thank God for that. I stood taller. “How do I know you won’t turn me in after?”
He lifted a shoulder. “In the morning, we go our separate ways, all forgiven.”
I leaned back, surrounded by rollicking swells of water and open air and a man who wanted to punish me. My attraction to him and what he offered warred with a heavy dose of terror-induced adrenaline. “You’re going to fuck me.”
“Yes.” He traced a thumb over his bottom lip as he studied me. “My way.”
My elbows pressed against my sides and my neck stiffened. Beneath my anxiety, however, lurked a reckless curiosity to experience his way. “Can you give me a little color on that?”
“No.” He removed his cell phone from his pocket. “What’s it going to be? I make the call, and the cops will escort you off the boat? Or you stand and strip out of your clothes?”
I was mortified. And so fucking turned on my clit pulsed with each word. No blood, scat, permanent marks or injury. That ruled out murder and circling sharks. “I don’t trust you.”
“You want to.” He activated the screen on his phone and stared at me out of unblinking eyes. “Take this ride with me.” He said the words as if he were savoring the taste of each syllable. His fingers touched the fly of his jeans, just resting there over the contour of his groin.
A needy quiver zinged through me, warming and loosening my muscles. I’d never met a man who was able to liquefy my resolve with a look. The more I dwelled on my options, the less I cared about getting arrested. That fear was smothered beneath an overwhelming desire to experience what he offered. A night in his arms, with or without his elusive punishment, outranked a night alone. “Drake, I’m...” Anxious. Unsure.
His eyes moved to mine, the rest of him stoic and still. “Don’t overthink it, Addy. You want this.” He sucked on his bottom lip. “I’m getting hard just thinking about how much I want this. With you.”
The rasp in his voice and the acute manner in which he regarded me stole through my chest, taunting my loneliness.
The whisper of waves gently smashed into the water around us as we drifted out of the harbor. A band of moonlight twinkled over the inky expanse of the bay. It was a soothing ambiance, at odds with the mess of nerves strumming inside me. It was all I could do to keep from begging him not to hurt me.
At the same time, I’d never felt more alive and desired. The thud of my heart punctuated my decision.
I rose on shaky legs, and the skin around his mouth tightened. He pocketed his phone and reached for a dial on the dash. A low, bluesy melody trickled from the speakers.
The boat rocked, and I relaxed my legs with the motion, kicking off my flip-flops and planting my feet on the cool planks of the deck. I ran my hands over the cotton of my strapless dress and gripped the top, shivering with self-doubt.
I’d stripped countless times for too many men, but none had watched me with such unnerving attention. He angled the chair toward me, an ankle resting on his knee and a knuckle propping up his chin.
I couldn’t look at him and instead stared out into the sea, the last of my reluctance floating away with the parting water. With a shuddering inhale, I shoved the dress to the floor and gripped my thighs to keep from covering my bare breasts.
His breath hitched, drawing my gaze. His pupils enlarged, his body frozen to the seat. “Jesus.” He blinked, and his chest heaved. “You’re a bad girl, hiding all that sexy beneath a dress.” He swiped his hand over his mouth and shifted his hips, the outline of his erection straining against his jeans. “I want to molest you in every way possible.”
We shared a look, but it wasn’t just a look. It was charged and heated and full of anticipation. A warm breeze flitted over my exposed skin, tightening my nipples. I touched the straps of my panties.
He didn’t nod, didn’t coax me with encouraging words. He didn’t need to. The hard lines of his expression demanded that I bare myself completely—and quickly.
I slid the panties down my legs, breathing deeply, and kicked them away. My fingers trembled to hide my vulnerability. Was I too thin? Too pale? Were my tits too small?
“Dance for me.” His voice dipped low and steady as he reclined in the seat with a finger rubbing his jaw.
A tremor shook my legs. I wanted to close the distance and remove the unnerving scrutiny of his eyes. I wanted to inhale his minty scent and feel his warmth pressed against me.
My stomach clenched at the possibility of repulsing him. What if my body jiggled and turned his expression to disgust? “Drake. I don’t think—”
“Stop thinking and move your hips.”
His demand was firm, and my pelvis rolled instantly. Shoulders back and spine straight, I rippled the flat stretch of my belly, loosened my joints, and let the hum of music sift through me.
He leaned forward and licked his lips, his Adam’s Apple jogging in his throat. His blatant desire fed mine, spurring me to try to seduce him so thoroughly that his world would narrow to the movements of my body and the mindless throb in his cock.
I wriggled my mid-section in a wavelike motion and twined my hair over my head, releasing the long layers in a cascade down my back. Exposing my throat and thrusting out my chest, I rolled to the trance-like rhythm thrumming from the stereo. He might’ve been the one setting the rules, but the sway of my hips lay the stage for how much he would enjoy it. For now, I was in control of his pleasure, and it was liberating.
When he gripped his hard-on through his jeans, I rolled out a hip and caressed a palm down the curve of my ass, around my thigh, and between my legs. As I massaged the wet heat, my eyes locked on his erection.
His nostrils flared and his fingers traced the swell against his zipper. “You want this? You want to play with it?”
I nodded, my breath stuttering, my pussy pulsating.
“On your knees.” He opened his legs and pointed at the deck between his sandaled feet.
Despite my desperation to remove the few steps between us, I lowered to the floor with agonizing slowness and crawled to him, swinging my ass. He leaned back and flattened his palms on his thighs, his eyes glimmering beneath dark eyebrows.
When I knelt in the V of his legs, he breathed, “Unbutton my pants.”
My heart pounded and my hands shook as I freed the button. The thick steel of his cock jerked against his briefs. I fluttered fingers over the length, devouring the intense focus of his gaze.
He lifted his hips. “Take me out.”
Oh, I wanted to with an urgency I’d never felt, topped only by the need to tease him. I stilled my hand, peered up through my lashes, and let him read the desire in my expression.
He moved his face toward mine, slowly, lips parting, and clipped, “Do it.”
I lowered his briefs and jeans to his knees and gripped him. The heat of his cock seeped into my palm, spreading through my fingers. Satin over granite
, every inch of him hard, strong, and devastatingly beautiful.
His teeth sank into my shoulder, shooting fire through my body. I meant to pull away, yet I shifted closer, working my hand over his cock. “Oh, God.”
The pressure of his mouth tightened, and before I could guess his intent, he fisted my hair in a ponytail, yanked my head back, and squeezed my throat. His hard eyes filled my horizon, paralyzing me. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll feel me inside you for days.”
I gasped, and he stole a kiss, his mouth rough and demanding, whipping his tongue and biting my lips. He used the fist in my hair to angle my head where he wanted me. I helplessly met the thrust of his licks, feeling him everywhere, stunned by how much his control aroused me.
My nipples tightened, and my pussy clenched, wet and wanting. I stroked his cock, twisting my wrist, my efforts increasing with the rush of my breaths. “Please, Drake.” I squeezed him to emphasize my insistence.
He broke the kiss, pressed his cheek against mine, and panted in my ear, “Stand up and bend over the dash.”
I scrambled to obey, planting my feet shoulder-width apart, my hands clenched on the wood-grain molding. Glancing over my shoulder, I shivered as he shrugged off his shirt and stepped out of his pants.
Imposing in his masculine beauty, his physique was a work of God. His corded neck, the carved lines of his torso, and the heavy weight between his toned thighs made my stomach quiver and my vision tunnel.
His hand wrapped around his cock, sliding up and down in long strokes. A vein pulsed in his forehead, his eyes hooded and fixed on my ass. His swollen lips separated, and a bead of sweat trickled down my breastbone.
He glanced up and met my gaze. “Face forward. Don’t move.”
I turned my head. The open stretch of the sea glistened beyond the windshield. Crew boats passed in the distance. Loitering in the bay at night could result in a collision with another boat. But the full moon drenched our yacht in a bright glow, and we were out of the path of shipping lanes. Safe enough. I drew in a breath and waited anxiously for him to touch me.
His movements lowered to the deck. Fingers tickled my ankles and trailed up the backs of my legs. His caress was so soft and delicate I thought I might combust with impatience.
Smack.
A sharp sting rippled over my ass, and my face flushed. What the fuck? I twisted to look at him. “You hit me.”
Eyes on my backside, he caressed the heat in my tender cheek and bit out, “Face forward.”
A heady concoction of fear and exhilaration snaked through me. As I followed his order, his palm slammed into my other cheek.
My body caught fire. Ahhh, fuck. I wanted to spin back and shove him. I wanted him to hit me again.
Smack.
Oh God. A flame spread over my ass, sending jolts of ecstasy through my pussy. I shivered and rocked my hips.
Smack.
The shock of sweet pain speared an electric current through me, his cool dominance magnifying the sensation. I wanted more, harder, faster. “Drake...”
His breathing sped up, pummeling gusts of heat against my spine. He was so close, so unexpected, my muscles quivered, and my breath caught.
He wrapped a hand around my jaw, his fingers digging into my cheeks. His mouth brushed my ear. “Are you on the pill?”
“Yes.” My hand slipped on the dash, slick with sweat.
The tip of his erection nudged my folds, gliding through the wetness. “I’m clean. Are you?”
“Yes.”
He bit down on my ear lobe and thrust his hips, entering me. A groan broke from his throat, and I stretched around him as he consumed my entire world in one fierce stroke. Sparks of pleasure burst in my core, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I arched my back and ground against him.
“That’s right, bad girl.” His voice scraped, thick and breathless. He flattened a palm on my breast, his other on my belly. “Give me what I want.” His mouth closed over the corner of mine.
I twisted my neck, and our tongues collided, our bodies slapping together in brutal abandon. This connection, so intimate and carnal, scorched away any agenda I might’ve had left, leaving raw unguarded bliss. I writhed on his cock, my back pressed against his chest, and I still couldn’t get close enough.
Our tongues wrestled and danced, hot and playful, hard and sensual. I tried to turn in his arms to deepen the kiss, raising my hands to rake through his hair. The heat of his body vanished as he pulled out and stepped back. I stiffened, my breath strangling, but not for long.
He grabbed my waist and tossed me over his shoulder, the ocean landscape spinning around my lolling head. Down the stairs and into the cabin, I watched the magnificence of his sculpted ass flex through his strides.
My God, what an erotic sight. I curled my fingers into the hard ridges of his butt, fingering the crease, his skin damp and smooth. He jerked his head and locked his lips on my thigh, sucking the flesh, hard and relentless. He bounded down a few more steps, thrusting a finger deep into my pussy as he moved.
I bowed my spine, my legs locked against his chest by the vise of his arm. The suction of his mouth on my thigh and the pumping of his hand between my legs pulled a long, thready moan from my throat. In the next heartbeat, I was soaring through the air.
A mattress caught my fall. I bounced, my breasts jogging and my arms catching my backward lean. He placed a knee on the bed and crawled to me, his teeth bared and jaw tense. “You ready for this?”
This? Whatever this was, I wanted it. The wild look in his eyes and the hiss of his breaths promised a night I wouldn’t regret. The brace of my arms wobbled beneath me. Maybe I was out of my mind, but I wanted to be utterly and wantonly at the mercy of this man.
He started at my feet, licking between my toes, and nibbled and kissed his way up my legs. The heat of his mouth spiraled an intoxicating haze over my flushed skin. When he reached the apex of my thighs, his chin ground against my pussy, his tongue swiping and slashing with the aggressive pull of his lips.
I arched off the bed, my arms dragging behind me and my nipples taut with need. I panted, groaning, and my legs fell open as my release climbed, my muscles readying.
He shifted up my body, spending drawn-out minutes torturing my nipples with the clamp and tug of his teeth. Finally, he pressed his cock against my mound. “I was going to fuck your face, and I will, but I—” He choked and gripped himself, lining up to my opening. “I can’t get enough of your pussy.” He slammed his pelvis forward and buried his length.
His minty male scent flooded my inhales, and the powerful drive of his hips blurred my vision. I gulped for air and pierced my nails into his back. He grunted, plowing into me, punishing ruthlessly and deliciously.
My inner walls convulsed, and my lungs labored. All I could do was hold on and absorb the impact of his thrusts. The box springs squeaked and bounced against the wall. Something tumbled off the side table and thudded to the floor.
For the first time in a long time, I didn’t want to steal from a lover. I wanted to give. I wanted him to take. What a foreign and overwhelming feeling. What made him so different from the others? Was it the sensual beauty of his body? The power he commanded over me? Or was it because he seemed to see all the way into my selfish soul and desired me regardless?
He licked inside my mouth, a jab, a demanding swipe, curling and lashing with my tongue. He kissed as viciously as he fucked, plundering my body with a vehemence that would leave me sore for days. I reveled in it, my consciousness dangling at the edge of pleasure and my muscles burning beneath the heavy, forceful pounding of his hips.
His jaw clenched, slightly agape, imitating the stretch of mine. His eyes narrowed on my lips. “Come with me.” He grabbed my throat and slammed into me again and again, deeper, harder. “Come now.”
The shackle of his fingers rippled a flutter through my belly, and the throb in my pussy exploded into a full body spasm. He trembled against me, his thrusts slowing and his free hand fisting the s
heet beside my head. We tensed together, flushed and slippery, our gazes locked, and we surrendered as one, straining to maintain eye contact through our shared release.
When he caught his breath, he collapsed beside me, tucking my body against his hard chest. “Jesus, Addy. I’ve never—”
“Punished a girl?”
He laughed. “No. Definitely no.” He kissed my mouth and traced my jaw. “Give me a minute.” He dropped his head on the pillow, wearing a lazy smile.
My lips were swollen and tingling, my body more so. “What happens in a minute?”
He rolled on top of me, grabbed my wrists, and pinned them to the mattress above my head. “I’m going to punish your mouth.”
He followed through on his promise, testing my gag reflex with hard strokes of his length. Minutes stretched to hours, and he punished every inch of my body. My moans transformed to screams, and my taste for his brutal affection bloomed in its discovery. I’d never been so thoroughly pleasured.
Eventually, Drake Miller wore himself out. I lay stretched across his chest, sore and satiated, trailing a finger along the indentation between his hip and thigh. His heart beat against my cheek, and his breathing evened into the steady rhythm of slumber.
Punishment was supposed to be an undesirable penalty imposed for an offense. I’d certainly deserved his punishment, but there hadn’t been anything undesirable about it. I leaned up, kissed his warm, pliable lips, and snuggled into the cradle of his body. My eyes grew heavy.
Sometime later, I woke to a loud, angry voice beating in my ears. “Wake up!”
My lashes fluttered against the sunlight streaming through the oval window. The unfamiliar shape of a silver-haired man filled my vision, his scowl bunching the wrinkles in his face.
“How’d you steal my keys?” He fisted trembling hands on his thin hips.
I sat up and scanned the bedroom for Drake. I didn’t have high hopes when I realized I was wearing my strapless dress. At least, he’d dressed me before he left me to deal with...whoever this guy was. “Who are you?”
His face reddened. “This is my damned boat. You swiped my keys last night, didn’t you?” He rubbed his forehead and mumbled, “Should’ve checked my pockets when I got home.”