Devastated

by EM BROWN

  But she didn’t want to be a late-night booty call because maybe that beautiful woman with him earlier hadn’t been available tonight. She didn’t want him thinking that he could do whatever the hell he wanted just because her body responded like crazy to him. Being trapped against him was causing arousal to swirl in her groin, growing by the second.

  She glared into his dilated pupils, his eyes bright with hunger. He was waiting for her response before he pounced and moved in for the kill.

  So she pounced before he could.

  Throwing her arms about him, she managed to bring his head down to hers before crushing her mouth to his. Maybe it was stupid to think she could impose herself on him, the way he had on her. Maybe she was giving him exactly what he wanted. But she didn’t want to be that girl seduced into submission, allowing a guy to take advantage of her indecision and ride roughshod over her reluctance. If she was going to end up on her back, it was going to be because she wanted it.

  Even though she hated it.

  She hated that she had fallen for this guy. She hated that she loved his every touch, no matter what kind it was. She hated that a part of her liked being called his pet.

  Channeling her fury, she tried to bruise his lips as much as he had hers. She probably bruised her own more than anything, but she wasn’t going down as a weakling.

  Her ardor further ignited his. He fisted a hand through her hair, tilting her head at whatever angles suited him. But she still had moves. She shoved her hips into him. He growled as his hardness dug painfully into her belly. Their kiss became a war. Over what, she wasn’t sure. Dominance, maybe. But they were each trying to prove a point.

  His other hand cupped and squeezed a buttock through her jeans. She returned by threading her fingers through his short, thick hair and yanking. He grunted and bit down on her lip. She yelped, and then he was at her throat, kissing and sucking. A shaky moan escaped her lips as the siren of desire called for her to capitulate, to give in to whatever Ben wanted to do to her.

  Did you forget about the chastity belt he once made you wear?

  Trying to regain the offensive, she tried to pull off his shirt, wishing she could rip it as he had once done to one of her tops, though it would probably cost her half her paycheck to replace his.

  But he threw her over his shoulder, walked over to the bed, and dumped her on it. Not wanting to be pinned down just yet, she tried to scramble to her knees, but he pushed her back down. The next second, he was on top of her, his mouth smothering hers.

  Just once, she wanted to lead, wanted Sadie Hawkins to apply to sex, wanted to dominate him as much as he did her.

  She bit down on his lip, surprising him enough for her to slip from beneath him. Pushing against his shoulders, she tried to climb on top of him, but he grabbed her around the waist and slammed her back down on the bed.

  “Trying to top?” he growled. “It doesn’t work that way, pet.”

  Her ears burned at the word. She could feel his breath heavy upon her face, his hips pressing her hard into the bed. She was going to lose a battle that had never been hers to win in the first place. The only thing she might have succeeded in doing was making him mad.

  Chapter Fourteen

  His pulse pounded everywhere in his body, in his bottom lip where she had bit him, and especially in his erection. Ben couldn’t recall ever feeling as aroused as he did now. Every nerve inside him screamed for him to tear her clothes off and fuck her harder than he had ever fucked before. He’d fuck her through her clothes if he could.

  He was a little out of breath from the kissing and her amusing little wrestling game. He liked that she was strong enough to present an interesting challenge, but she had to know she didn’t stand a chance against him.

  And there was no bloody way he was going to let her be the top. He had been far too lenient with her before, and he wasn’t going to make that mistake again.

  She glared at him, but her eyes swam with lust, and that made his cock throb even more.

  “I’m not your fucking pet,” she spat.

  “That’s too bad,” he said, meeting her gaze and trying his best not to become too pulled into the depths of her large brown eyes. “Well-behaved pets get rewarded. Guess you’re just going to get a fucking.”

  Her eyes widened, and she started shoving him, her hips bucking beneath him as if she could throw him off her body, but the motions only made his cock harder. And he would have thought he couldn’t get any harder.

  Damn this woman.

  While his attention was fixed on the way her body brushed and pushed against his while she wriggled, she clocked him on the side of the head.

  Refocusing himself, he grasped her by the throat beneath her jaw, his hand pushing up her chin. She immediately stilled.

  “I’m going to give you a second chance,” he told her. “I suggest you take it because there isn’t going to be a third. You understand, pet?”

  When she didn’t respond, he squeezed her throat a little, and her hands flew to his wrist. There was no way she could pull his hand away, no way she could prevent him from breaking her neck if he were so inclined.

  But he would never harm her. Punish her, yes. Scare her a little, yes. Show her who was in charge, definitely.

  Her eyes said what her mouth could not because of his hold on her throat: fuck you, asshole.

  It was the same look she had given him when he’d first beheld her, kneeling naked beside an equally naked Claire in Jake’s cabin.

  He loosened his hold a little so she could respond. “Understand?”

  Despite the defiance shining in her eyes, she gave a small nod. Some men wouldn’t have paused to affirm a woman’s consent. They got off on being able to overpower a woman even though they knew full well biology favored testosterone in a physical struggle.

  But Ben found consent from women just as sexy. Especially when a small part of them didn’t actually want to. Intellectual women like Kimani could overthink things, take too many things into account, overanalyze and care too much about taking the wiser course of action. Her consent meant she couldn’t resist him. It meant she wanted him. Had to acknowledge she wanted him despite her better judgment. And that sent his arousal soaring.

  He pushed his pelvis into her, making her lashes flutter. He could feel her chest heaving beneath him, but he stayed his desire to pound her into oblivion.

  He ran a thumb over her bottom lip before dipping into the wetness of her mouth. “So what is it my pet wants?”

  She drew in several breaths and waited till he was done smearing her saliva over her lips to answer. “I want to fuck you.”

  Heat flared through him. He wasn’t going to last long tonight, but as much as he liked her admission of desire, her choice in words wasn’t lost on him. She knew the appropriate answer involved switching the subject with the object in her sentence.

  He also wondered if she intended a double-entendre. If so, the feeling was mutual.

  “And I thought you were smarter than that,” he smirked.

  Her eyes flashed with emotion. But she’d had her chance.

  Holding her once more by the throat, he pulled her up so he could reach the candy bowl of condoms beside the bed. She tried to pull his hand away.

  “You can be such a jerk sometimes.”

  “Is that why you get so wet for me?” he retorted.

  She emitted an exasperated growl and renewed her struggles. Maybe she had changed her mind about fucking him. But it was too late now. He had to have her. Things were going to get thrashed and broken if he couldn’t.

  He managed to undo his belt buckle and his pants just before she kicked him in the crotch. Her foot struck him mostly on his shaft, which was so hard it could probably bulldoze a wall. He flipped her onto her stomach to limit her assault. Straddling her, he pinned her down easily despite her best efforts to buck him off.

  He stripped off his shirt to release the heat burning through him. Biting on the condom wrapper, he tore it open, then
rolled the condom on. The times he had gotten to take her without a condom, when they had been flesh to flesh, had been among the finest carnal experiences of his life. He wanted so much to relive that feeling, and with her pinned beneath him, he could easily do it. But while he acknowledged himself an asshole, he wasn’t the kind of asshole who would take advantage of a helpless woman in that way.

  It was going to be amazing being inside Kimani, condom or not.

  Laying atop her, he dry humped her a few times before fisting his hand through her hair and pulling her head up. “Still want to fuck me, babe?”

  “Yes,” she angrily hissed.

  Coming to his knees, he reached beneath her to undo her button and zipper, then yanked her jeans and her underwear down toward her knees.

  God Almighty.

  It was a phrase he remembered a lady in the cafeteria at Howard liked to use. She used it whenever a male student athlete would come up to her for a third helping, if a group of students left a particularly large mess at a table, if the weather was exceptionally nice, and when the other cafeteria staff had presented her with a beautiful cake for her birthday. And Kimani’s arse was better than any bloody birthday cake, better than the richest, most decadent dessert.

  Lying back down, he aimed his cock beneath her arse and thrust himself into her without ceremony.

  She cried out at being filled so quickly.

  Bloody.

  Fucking.

  Hell.

  She felt better than he had thought possible. He needed to lose himself in her, fast and furious. He started thrusting, too upset to see to it that she was as aroused as much as possible. Her copious wetness allowed him to sink deep, but not deep enough, given the angle of penetration. She cried out when he slammed his hips into her, his pelvis making loud smacking sounds against her arse that could probably be heard throughout the Upper Balcony.

  He wasn’t sure if she found the position pleasurable, but the primal had overtaken him. Anger and jealousy coursed through his blood. He wanted to punish her so badly. He wanted to drive out all thoughts of Anthony and any other guy she might partner with. He wanted to show her who was in charge, who was the Dom. He pistoned his hips, drilling her into the bed.

  She turned her head to the side so that she could breathe. “Fuck! Not so hard!”

  He eased his pace and ferocity. Lying still inside her, he savored the sensation of her pussy flexing about him. She wriggled her arse, trying to get some movement.

  “I didn’t say stop,” she said

  “You wanted to fuck me. Come on then.”

  She tried to buck against him. Feeling her wriggle again beneath him, it took all of him not to resume pounding into her. Smothered beneath his weight, her legs straight out behind her and trapped together between his thighs, she couldn’t get much leverage.

  After several minutes, she was huffing heavily. He liked that she wasn’t a woman who expected the man to do all the work, though he was happy to do so, but he liked that Kimani wasn’t afraid of a little sweat and was capable of using her muscles. But that didn’t mean he was going to let her have her way.

  “Ugh,” she grunted. “Maybe you can get off me?”

  He laughed. “Not a chance.”

  She tried to elbow him, but he caught her arm and bent it behind her back. He could tell she was pissed at him, but he couldn’t tell if her anger was strong enough to douse her arousal. To be sure, he slid his hand beneath her pelvis to fondle her clit. She gasped. He teased the nub between her folds till it became nice and engorged.

  “You should just let me fuck you,” he told her. “Pet.”

  While holding her arm behind her back, he started moving his hips again, drawing his cock out slowly, the sinking back in slowly. He kept a languid pace, occasionally pausing as if he meant to pull out of her completely. She groaned.

  Seeming to run out of patience, she said, “If you’re going to fuck me, then fuck me.”

  Fuck.

  With those words, there was no turning back. He slammed himself into her, but withdrew mindfully, wanting her to feel every inch of his hardness before he shoved himself back inside.

  “Jesus!” she cried out before a shiver went through her.

  He changed the length and rhythm of his thrusts, finding a combination that would send her over the edge. He cupped the side of her head and pushed his fingers into her mouth so that she could taste herself.

  “Fuuuuuck,” she wailed through his digits, just before she came apart, her body jerking beneath him.

  He absorbed her thrashing, which sent a new energy surging within him. He let loose and pounded into her. The creaking of the bed, the sound of flesh striking flesh, her cries muffled into the bed, were all a heady cocktail that drew his orgasm fast and strong. It blinded him. His body became waves of euphoria. His head was somewhere in the heavens.

  When he settled back down, he found he had successfully withheld the ejaculation, which meant he could continue.

  He had noticed her friends peeking in earlier. By their hasty retreat, he was willing to bet they would wait for Kimani to emerge rather than come get her.

  After giving her a moment to recover, he withdrew and whipped his belt from his pants. He pulled her hips up while he jerked her wrists behind her thighs. He bound them together with the belt.

  “Wait! What—” she protested.

  He inched back so he could admire her bent form with her arse up in the air. His breath stuck in his throat as he took in her perfect ass. Smooth and unblemished, it begged to be taken. She was in the perfect position for some serious arse fucking. All he had to do was ram himself home.

  Instead, he reached between her thighs. His head swam with how wet she was. After fondling her till she moaned, he brought his fingers, coated with her desire, to her lips once more. “How does my pet taste?”

  At first she hesitated, but she knew what to do. She parted her lips and allowed him to wipe his fingers on the inside of her mouth.

  “I taste good,” she mumbled through his fingers.

  Getting off the bed, he shed his pants, then went to one of the tall dressers and opened a drawer to find a crop. Back at the bed, he said, “Your safety word is ‘mercy.’”

  He grabbed a buttock and dug his fingers into the luscious flesh. He massaged it, prying it from its twin so that he could see the delightful puckered hole between. Releasing the cheek, he gave it a quick smack. He tapped the crop lightly against her arse, the back of her thighs, the side of her thighs, and back up to her arse, warming her for what was to come.

  “You’re going to thank me after each strike,” he told her. “Got that, pet?”

  “How many—fuck!”

  He had whipped the crop against a buttock.

  “Your job is to count, pet. Nothing more. Let’s try this again.”

  He smacked the crop to her other buttock.

  “One,” she muttered through gritted teeth.

  “And I want a ‘thank you.’”

  He landed a strike across the width of her arse.

  “Two. Thank you.”

  “A proper thank you,” he said, landing an even harsher blow.

  “Ow! Three. Thank you...Master.”

  He adjusted his crotch and took the time to marvel at her amazing backside before delivering a whack that made her cry out.

  “Four,” she exhaled shakily. “Thank you, Master.”

  He brushed back the curls covering the side of her face. “Good pet. Maybe I’ll reward you, after all.”

  Reaching beneath her rump, he gently rubbed her folds, grazing her clit every now and then. She shivered and let out a moan.

  “Would you like that, pet?” he inquired as he caressed her, taking care not to attend to her clit too much, but when she didn’t answer at first, he teased her sensitive pleasure bud until she did.

  “Yes,” she said through a shaky breath.

  That’s right, pet. You see, you’re all mine. Mine to pleasure. To torment. To devasta
te.

  Withdrawing his hand, we went back to spanking her with the crop. By the time he had made it to seven, his erection was ready to burst through his pants. He took in a breath to settle his ardor.

  “Eight!” she squealed as the crop bit into her. “Th-Thank you, Master.”

  He rubbed a buttock, a rosy glow adorning it, before delivery the ninth blow. He made it to ten before throwing the crop aside. He was going to bust a nut if he waited any longer. He climbed onto the bed and knelt behind her. He slid the tip of his cock along her folds, pointing it at her slit, teasing her with a possible entry. She moaned and tried to impale herself on him, but he put a hand to her backside to keep her in place.

  “Does my pet want to come again?”

  “Yes,” she whimpered, “Sir.”

  “Then beg for it.”

  “Please, please let me have your cock.”

  Nothing could sound more melodious than that.

  “What do you want it for?” he asked, slapping her pussy lips with his member.

  “I want you to fuck me with it. Please.”

  “Fuck you how?”

  “However you want. Just do it.”

  “You sound like you want my cock bad. Do you, pet?”

  “Yes, I want it bad.”

  That’s right. You’re gonna want mine more than anyone else’s.” He pushed half an inch inside her but no more.

  “Please! Please fuck me.”

  A simple invitation, and one he couldn’t refuse.

  He plunged himself into her wet heat. She groaned in satisfaction. She was especially responsive in doggy style, and he was able to penetrate her better from this position.

  He thrust his hand up her shirt and squeezed a tit. He pulled down the bra cup and mold the orb. She yelped when he pulled on the nipple. She had sensitive nipples, and she squeaked or gasped with every pinch and tug.

  “So are you going to fuck me or what?” she asked when he reached for her other breast.

  “Ask nicely.”

  “Please? Please fuck me.”