He glowered into the flames.
“And now you don’t like him because he made me give you a blowjob? That sounds like a pretty awesome friend, if you ask me.”
His eyes narrowed. “It’s not funny.”
“Was it – do you feel like he did something you couldn’t stop him from doing?”
“I didn’t want to stop him at the time. It was after, but by then it was too late.”
“Because it made things weird between you?”
“No.”
“Then what, Mister Leduc? What’s going on in that twisty mind of yours?”
His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. “If he really liked me, how could he touch you?” he asked, his gaze stark.
“You asked him to. He thought you’d given him permission. I thought you had too.” She grimaced at him. “With kink there has to be clear communication. If something is happening that you don’t like, you need to let me know. If we hadn’t started playing around in front of him he wouldn’t have been anything but professional, I’m sure. He thought he was doing what you wanted.”
He reached for her with one of his rough, grimy hands, and grabbed her hair, then pulled her to the workbench where she’d put his lunch. Arousal spiked through her, unexpected and unwelcome. She was trying to have a serious conversation with him and had been making headway, damn it. Stubbornly, she forced back her desire and tried to focus on communicating.
“Did you enjoy it?” he growled.
“I thought it was what you wanted.”
“That’s not what I asked you.” His fist tightened, and he gave her a small shake, his body half covering hers and his face so close she could feel his breath at her ear.
“Yes, Mister Leduc. I enjoyed feeling helpless.” She gasped, her healing nipples tightening and making her all too aware of the piercings he’d ordered put through that most sensitive of flesh. Every time she caught sight of them or became aware of them, she got aroused all over again.
“You liked his hand in your hair as he forced you down on my cock,” he accused.
“Yes.” There was no reason to deny it.
His erection dug into her hip, and she lost her determination to keep the conversation going. He let go of her hair and pinned her down with one big paw on the back of her neck. Brusquely, he kicked her feet apart and got between them, then his hardness pressed along her ass.
“I keep thinking about it, and then I get like this even though I’m angry. Does that make any sense?”
“Feelings don’t have to make sense. They just are.”
“I try not to have them, but you keep forcing them on me,” he snarled. “I can’t control myself like other people can. I get angry, and I don’t know how to stop myself.”
Great. A horny, angry man with a poor opinion of his own self-control now had her pinned down in a building on the grounds of a house in the middle of nowhere. They were completely alone. No one was around to stop him.
“If I didn’t trust you, I wouldn’t have agreed to stay alone with you when Sutton went to visit her sister.” Her heart thudded hard, calling her a liar.
“You shouldn’t trust me!” he bellowed. Rising panic made her struggle, but he didn’t let her go. “You don’t know what I think about. You don’t know all the things I fantasize about doing to you. I try to stay away from you, and you push and push. Why aren’t you afraid of me?”
“You haven’t betrayed my trust, Mister Leduc.”
“Do you have any idea how hard it is for me – having you living under my roof? Sleeping just down the hall? Having you walking around smelling like this...wearing clothes I could tear off of you?” He groaned and thrust against her ass. “You’re a heartbeat away from being stripped naked and fucked anytime you’re within arm’s reach. I’d crush you to the ground as you fought me, but you’re too small to get away. I could do whatever I wanted.”
He shuddered on top of her, breathing hard. Her pussy twinged with a mini-orgasm just from the feel of him on her and knowing he was barely in control. No one had ever wanted her like he did.
“Why do you go out of your way to tempt me, Miss Korsgaard?”
She didn’t. Not really. Accusing her of tempting him on purpose just by existing wasn’t fair, but was she sorry he found her tempting? No. She couldn’t even pretend she was sorry.
“Why do you think I’d try to stop you?”
In a rush, he brushed up her flared skirt and groaned – she assumed because he’d discovered her hose was actually a pair of stockings. Her panties came down next then he was on his knees behind her, dragging the scrap of silk all the way off. She waited, her breath harsh, wondering what the hell he was doing back there. Just...looking? Her cheeks burned and she frowned down at the table in dismay.
Sharp pain to one ass cheek made her screech in surprise. Teeth? That had definitely felt like teeth. He kissed the spot better and the feel of his lips on her bare flesh made her whimper.
“Your ass makes me crazy.”
“You were crazy before my ass made an appearance, Mister Leduc.”
He bit her again. Again. Again. Gentle nips interspersed with hard bites, and there was no way of anticipating which would come next, but the sound of his groans when she hissed in pain made every cruelty orgasmic. She spread her legs and angled back with impatient invitation, wishing he’d plunge his cock into her already.
He flipped her onto her back, and splayed her legs wide, held prisoner by rude, rough hands as he examined her in the low light. He spread her labia, looking as if he planned to draw a diagram from memory later.
She whimpered and thrust her hips upward, wanting more but not game to ask.
“What?”
“Nothing, Mister Leduc.”
“You sound upset.”
“Just...” She sighed. “Impatient for relief.”
“You want to come?”
She bit her lip and nodded.
“What if I like leaving you horny? I’ve left you in a bad way twice now.” He blew a gentle stream of air over her damp slit. “I love thinking about you frustrated and squirming in bed.”
“I’m a big girl.” She swallowed a groan. “I can fix it myself.”
“No. Bad girl.” He glared and slapped her pussy four times in quick succession, shocking her, each smack stinging and unhesitant. “If I leave you horny, you don’t get to fix it yourself.” The smacks had done more to turn her on than correct her behavior.
She struggled to get her breathing under control. “Okay, okay! But what about just regular masturbating, when it’s not because of something you did?”
“You masturbate to thoughts of other men?” he asked, looking ominous.
“No, not lately,” she admitted, shame-faced. “I think it’s only been about you since I met you.”
He grunted. Was that a pleased grunt or a displeased grunt? She needed a Neanderthal to English translator.
“I want this off,” he growled, tugging at the fabric of her blouse.
“Of course, Mister Leduc.” She reached for her top button.
He beat her to the button, and she let her hands fall away so he could do it himself. With a sharp tug, he ripped her blouse open, sending buttons pinging and skittering across the workshop. When he eyed her bra, she held up a staying hand.
“Good bras are impossible to find. Let me take it off, okay?”
“The next time you wear a bra in here, I’ll destroy it.”
“You don’t like what they look like?”
His heated gaze traveled over the swells of her breasts. “It’s in my way.”
She unhooked the clasp between her breasts, being coy about it, pretending she was shy. Slowly, loving his rapt attention, she let the bra and the shreds of her blouse slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor.
He groaned when he caught sight of the piercings, and his hand came up as if he wanted to touch, but didn’t.
“Fuck. That’s hot.”
“The piercings or t
he fact that they’re there because of you?”
“Both.” He traced a finger along her collarbone and then downward, circling her breast but not touching her nipple.
“They make me hyper-aware of everything that goes near them.”
“Sore?”
She nodded. “A bit.”
“I like making you hurt even when I’m nowhere near you.” A faint smile curved his lips.
Sadistic prick. God, he turned her on.
“Now lose the skirt.”
She sighed, as though she didn’t want to obey, but hopped down off the workbench and stripped it off.
In just the stockings and business-appropriate heels, she felt a little silly. Stilettos they were not.
“You’re always so fucking classy. It makes me want to mess you up.”
“You like ruining things?”
“I do.” He grabbed her ass. “And this skin of yours is so fucking pristine.”
“My job isn’t as physically demanding as yours. My new boss doesn’t even need help showering.”
Interest flickered. “That might be enjoyable as long as I was the one washing you.”
“But then what would I do when Sutton comes home? I won’t remember how to do it myself anymore.”
He chuckled, and she could have happily rolled in the sound. “Are you suggesting I tell Sutton about us? Considering the phone lectures I’ve been getting about you, I think she’s well aware.”
She felt her cheeks heat. “This has all been very unprofessional of me.”
“Yes. Very.” He lifted her back onto the workbench and slid his rough hands up the insides of her thighs, coaxing her legs apart. Her clit ached, and if he didn’t find it on his own, she was going to point out where it was, damn it.
“Show me what you do when you think about me.”
She rolled her eyes.
“What?”
Sighing, she tapped the corner of her eye and then rolled her eyes again. “That’s what I do when I think about you.”
He leaned closer and bit the inside of her thigh, making her cry out as the pain leeched into her body and made her squirm. Ugh. And his mouth was so close to where she wanted it!
“So I’m not allowed to play with myself, but you’re ordering me to play with myself. These mixed messages are going to make me a poorly trained service human.”
“You can play with yourself if I give you permission to. If you want permission to, you have to ask. Nicely.”
“And will you say yes?”
“Not unless I’m around to watch.” He grabbed the bracelet he’d given her and used it to drag her hand down where he wanted it. “Now do as you’re told.”
He had that dickish dommy glower she couldn’t resist.
“Yes, Mister Leduc,” she said, almost wincing at the sex kittenish tone she’d been helpless to stop from using. She held her index and middle fingers up in front of his mouth. “A little help here?”
Glaring, he closed his mouth over the tips of her fingers. He sucked and nipped at them, using his tongue in ways she hadn’t thought he’d figure out so fast. She gasped, and her hips bucked. Now that she’d felt what he could do with his mouth, all she wanted was his mouth on her...but orders were orders.
Regretfully, she pulled her fingers away and slid them downward. Her clit ached so bad that she couldn’t even touch the hood without wincing.
“It hurts?”
“When I’m too turned on, it gets overly sensitive.”
He crouched between her legs and spread her pussy with his fingers as she sucked a breath in at the contact. She propped her free hand under her head so she could see him – she had a decent view through the valley her breasts made. She touched herself, exploring, feeling strange and hot about him watching so closely. A rough finger prodded her clit and she squeaked.
“That’s it there?”
“My clit? Yes.” Her voice was several octaves higher than normal. Damn him and his ability to learn quickly. “But everything feels too intense right now.”
“Don’t stop,” he commanded. “You’re going to show me how to make you come.”
More heat trickled through her. His orders shouldn’t arouse her like they did, but he just intuitively knew how to make everything sexy to her.
“But I thought you didn’t like me anymore.”
His laugh was more a derisive exhalation of air than a vocalization. “You’d be better off with Rodrigo.”
“I just met the man. Besides, he doesn’t scare me like you do.”
“I scare you, do I?”
“In the best way.” She arched her back in invitation and touched herself, focusing on the threatening look in his eyes and knowing that was the last thing that should be turning her on.
“There’s a good way to be scared?”
“Of course. The thrilling kind of fear – like being on a rollercoaster and being pretty sure you won’t die.”
“So you’re pretty sure I won’t kill you?”
“Depends on the day.” She winked.
He trailed his fingers over hers. Ugh. So close, and yet nowhere near close enough.
“I like gentle. Not every woman does, though.”
“I don’t care what other women like.” He leaned in and ghosted the tip of his tongue over her clit hood. She sobbed and tried to squirm away, but there was no escaping the iron grip he used on her thighs. He did it again then flicked his tongue over the sensitive skin around it. Flick, flick, flick. She held her breath and dug her heels into the wood of the workbench, arching against his grip in an effort to get closer.
“You said you like gentle,” he reminded her.
Noooo.
His mouth investigated her, tasting her, far less squeamish about it than she’d expected, and far better at teasing than he had any right to be.
When she was panting hard and writhing in his grip, he still seemed to have all the patience in the world. Oh, yeah – he’d told her to masturbate. It had not so strangely slipped her mind.
She wiggled her hand between his mouth and her sex, toying with her clit harder than he’d been doing, desperate for relief. He nipped her finger, then sucked it into his mouth, released it again and attacked her clit, then moved lower. He spread her pussy open to him and he slid his tongue inside her, exploring, tasting, then moved lower still, touching his tongue to her perineum. She gasped and tried to push him away, but he ignored her protests, the stroking of his tongue there making her whimper nervously.
“What’s the matter, Miss Korsgaard?”
“I don’t –” It was hard to focus with his tongue moving like that, unhurried, dipping back into her pussy, but then moving lower again. He spread her legs wider then pushed them toward her chest.
“Oh fuck. Please, Mister Leduc. Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Don’t go any farther. Please, Mister Leduc. I don’t – I’ve never...”
He stopped, then moved up to torture her clit again, already knowing too damn well how to keep her on edge and not let her come. He nuzzled feathery-soft kisses all around her clit, making her cry out in desperation.
“Just because you haven’t done something, doesn’t mean you won’t like it. Isn’t that what you keep trying to tell me? Don’t you want to set a good example?”
“Oh fuck. This is extortion.” She’d never let anyone have her ass, not that there’d been a lack of trying. What was it with dominant men wanting every inch of a girl?
“You keep pushing all sorts of my boundaries, and you’re not even willing to let me do this?”
“I –” Willing wasn’t the issue. She didn’t actually want him to stop, but it was something she had issues with, even though she knew ass play was pretty vanilla.
When she didn’t finish her sentence, his mouth drifted lower again, his tongue flicking and feeling far too good.
“You taste like you just showered,” he murmured between licks. “What’s the problem?”
“I –�
�� She gasped desperately. “...don’t like it.”
“I thought you said you hadn’t tried it.”
She whined as he got to her perineum again. Her legs shook. Anticipation knotted her belly.
“That’s true.”
“Then how do you know?” His mouth moved lower. Last chance to safeword.
She squeezed her eyes shut and let him press her legs wider. He dragged his tongue downward, flicking over her anus so gently it tickled.
“No...please!” She tried to close her legs, but he wouldn’t allow it.
“Ah, ah. I’m not done.”
“No, no. No more,” she begged. It felt too weird and too personal and too damned good and she didn’t want to like it – not after refusing anal again and again with every ex she’d ever had. “Oh fuck...fuck.”
He paused, as though listening for the safeword she couldn’t bring herself to say.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He bit the back of her leg where it met her ass, hard enough to make her cry out in pain. “I have dreams about that little sobbing noise you make.”
“Sadist!”
“Yes.”
He kissed the spot better, rubbing his lips back and forth over it, so close to her pussy and yet much too far away. She shifted her hips, trying to get her clit closer to his mouth and wishing she could grab him to direct him. Between the no touching rule and the fact that he was a dominant, she doubted he’d appreciate being grabbed by the hair and yanked where she wanted him.
At least he’d cared enough to find out where it was, unlike some guys.
His tongue flicked over her anus again and she squealed so loud it mortified her. Taboo pleasure shivered through her, making her ache for more even as she tried hard to hang onto her disgust. He kissed her there, licked, sliding his rough fingers along the seam of her sex, finding her clit far too proficiently. He tapped it with the pad of his finger, rhythmically until she was so fucking close but couldn’t go over the edge. She squealed and bucked, but he pulled away, his blue eyes positively glacial in the heat of the garage.
Rather than dropping his jeans and shoving into her, he merely chuckled and turned his back. Casually, he walked to the tray she’d brought him and sorted through it, unwrapping one of the roast beef sandwiches she’d brought out and biting into it.
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