Professional Liaison [Between the Sheets] (Siren Publishing Classic)

by Sandy Sullivan

  With a quick twist of his wrist, he spun her around to face him and captured her mouth in a desperate kiss. His tongue swept inside when she whimpered and parted her lips under the pressure of his. Binding her hands behind her with one of his, the other palm slid over her breast, forcing her nipple to pucker against it.

  When she finally gave into the insistent, demanding pressure, he finally lifted his head and stared into her eyes. “I would never regret being with you,” he whispered. His fingers drifted down her cheek and she felt a tear burning her eye before it slipped silently down her face. “Why are you crying?”

  She shook her head and bit her lip to keep from telling him what she harbored in her heart.

  “Tell me.” He gathered her to his side and moved toward the couch before he sank down on the soft cushion, cradling her on his lap. “Lissa. Don’t cry, baby.” One thumb wiped the tears now streaming down her face. “I hate to see you cry.”

  “I can’t help it.” She sniffed, trying to steam the flow of tears, but they just kept coming.

  “Why?”

  The only way she knew to keep him from finding out the truth of what she held in her heart for him, was to put his mind on other things. “Make love to me, Drew.”

  With a hearty growl, he picked her up in his arms and headed down the hall toward what she assumed to be the bedroom. When he reached the side of the bed, he dropped her on the cool comforter and she could see the almost feral gleam in his eyes.

  “What are you going to do?”

  “You’ll see, but right now, you need to strip for me.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “You heard me. Strip. Right there in the middle of the bed. I want to see all of you.”

  After a moment of indecision, she realized this would probably be the last time they were together and she would give him anything he wanted—let him control every move during their feverish sex. “Whatever you want, Drew.”

  “Good girl.”

  Reaching for the edge of her tank top, she gave him a shy smile and slipped the stretchy material slowly up her torso and over her head before she threw it across the room. A low, deep growl left his throat, but he didn’t come closer. Both hands cupped her breasts as she tipped her head back and groaned. When she opened her eyes and peered at him through her lashes, he leaned back against the dresser behind him, but she could see how hard his cock was and how it strained against the front of his jeans.

  “Do you want these?”

  “You know I do. Get rid of that bra.”

  Doing as he instructed, she unsnapped the back and let the straps slowly slide down her arms.

  “Roll your nipples between your fingers for me.”

  God he’s making me hot with his commands.

  She let one hand leave her breast to slide across her stomach and unsnap her pants.

  “Take them off. I want to see that pretty pussy.”

  Standing on the side of the bed, she turned and presented him with her back as she slowly peeled the material down her hips, taking her lacy underwear with them until they pooled at her feet.

  “God, you’ve got an amazing ass, Liss.”

  “Glad you approve,” she said over her shoulder before she bent over the bed presenting him with what he’d asked for. Slick, creaming liquid cut a path down her thigh as she waited for him to do something, anything.

  “Stay like that,” he said before she heard him pulled open the door.

  Chills raced across her arms while she waited, anticipation rolling down her back.

  When he returned, he said, “Close your eyes.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  “Do you trust me?”

  After a moment, she whispered, “Yes.”

  “Good girl.”

  A wet dollop of liquid hit the crack of her ass and she squeaked but didn’t say anything.

  “You have no idea how hot this is. You sitting there waiting for me with your ass in the air.”

  “Do something, Drew. I’m dying here.”

  The warm chuckle that met her ear calmed her like nothing else could as his hand slide up her butt cheek. A cold end of something hard pressed against her back hole.

  “What is that?”

  “Relax. This will be easier if you can relax your muscles.” With a little more pressure, he pressed it further.

  Good Lord, it felt incredible. “An anal plug?”

  “Yes. Do you want me to stop?”

  “No.”

  “Good girl.” He pushed it further until the end finally passed through the tight ring of muscles. “Relax.”

  “I’m trying.”

  “Easy, babe.” The bulbous end finally sank all the way inside and she sighed. “I’m using a small one, for now. We can work up to something bigger later.” She wiggled a little and he said, “Okay?”

  “Yes.”

  Slap!

  Damn it, that hurt.

  “I still owe you nine more.”

  Her pussy clenched with a need so strong, she wasn’t sure where it came from.

  The next thing she felt was the sting of leather as the riding crop came down across her butt.

  “Which do you prefer? My hand or the crop?”

  “The crop, Sir, please. Eight more with the crop.”

  “You’re learning, my little sub, you’re learning.”

  Thwack!

  “Why were you crying?”

  She bit her lip and refused to answer.

  Thwack!

  “You’ll tell your Master, why you were so upset.”

  Thwack!

  “I can’t!”

  Thwack!

  “It’s my responsibility to give you what you need.”

  Tears rolled down her cheeks and fell to the comforter under her.

  I won’t tell him.

  The crop slipped up her thigh and slid between her pussy lips to rasp against her clit.

  “Someone is hot,” he said as he slipped the wet end down her thigh. “Do you like the crop?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Yes what, Liss?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good girl. Do you want me to fuck your ass?”

  “God yes.” She cleared her throat and repeated, “God, yes, Sir.”

  Thwack!

  “Tell me why you were crying.”

  She shook her head and the crop came down again. The sting of the leather accompanied by the stretching of her ass, felt like nothing she’d ever experienced before. She was horny and upset at the same time and her heart battled with her need to keep her feelings to herself.

  “I can do this for a long time, little sub.”

  Thwack!

  Her shoulders shook with the sobs escaping her throat as she pressed her face into the comforter. “You’ll break my heart.”

  “Why do you say that?”

  The end of the crop caressed her ass, reminding her of the sting of her butt when he touched the welts forming, but she couldn’t stop the words that tumbled from her lips. “Because I love you.”

  Chapter Seven

  He tossed the crop across the bed, pulled her around and gathered her to his chest before he sat down, cradling her in his arms. Her tears wet his shirt while he stroked her back with his hands.

  “Liss, look at me.”

  She shook her head, refusing to raise her eyes.

  “Melissa. Look at me. Now,” he demanded, purposefully lowering his voice.

  When she finally lifted her face and met his gaze, he slipped his finger along her cheek. “I love you, too.”

  Her eyes widened before she jumped to her feet and grabbed her shirt from the floor.

  “Liss?”

  Struggling to put it back in place, she turned away from him until he grabbed the shirt and yanked it out of her hands.

  “Sit down.”

  “But…”

  “Now, Liss.”

  She bit her lip, but complied with his demand.

  “What are
you trying to run from?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Don’t lie to me, Melissa. We’ve done this before, but we can do it again. I’m sure you haven’t forgotten your punishment already.” He stood and paced in front of her, not trusting himself to hold her without going further than he probably should, at this point.

  “No,” her voice dropped to a whisper.

  With a heavy sigh rushing from his lips, he leaned against the dresser and crossed his arms over his chest.

  “Can I get dressed?”

  One eyebrow shot up, giving her a questioning look, demanding without words she address him properly.

  “Can I get dressed, Sir?”

  “No.”

  “Please, Sir?”

  “No.”

  He knew she was at about the end of her rope when air rushed from between her lips and she crossed her arms over her breasts.

  “You’ll drop your hands, Melissa.”

  She shot him a scathing look, but complied.

  “Why do you insist on fighting me?”

  Her lips thinned into a straight line across her mouth.

  “You don’t believe I love you?”

  She closed her eyes, but refused to answer.

  Not able to keep away from her any longer, he moved to her side and sat beside her on the bed.

  “I’ve never in my life told anyone those three words, but I can tell you I love you and mean it with all of my heart.”

  “No you don’t, Drew.”

  Anger sliced through him and he jumped to his feet. “Don’t tell me what I feel.” He raked his fingers through his hair. “You are the most beautiful, sexy, hot-headed, stubborn, sexy…”

  “You said that twice.”

  “I know.” He tugged her to her feet in front of him. “Why can’t you believe I love you?”

  Her gaze dropped to his chest before he stuck a finger under her chin and forced her to look at him again.

  “Answer my question.”

  “We are so different.”

  “No, we aren’t. We both enjoy rock music, picnics, long bubble baths and so many other things.”

  A sad smile slipped across her mouth and he fought the urge to kiss her senseless.

  “Red wine, some light bondage for now.”

  “For now?”

  “Uh-huh. There’s more to BDSM than you know at this point.”

  “You’ll teach me?”

  “Of course. With a firm hand and a willing heart. I love you, Melissa Gordon, no matter what you think and I’m never going to get tired of saying those words to you, showing you in so many ways and growing old with you.”

  “But what about…” He covered her lips with his until she melted against him and moaned in his mouth. When he finally could breathe again, he said, “Shall we eat some dinner or shall I lay you spread eagle on the bed and lick you until you scream my name.”

  “That wouldn’t take long. I’m horny as hell and with the plug still in place, I want you inside me.”

  “Maybe we should eat dinner then and drag this out a little longer.”

  “You’re sadistic, Sir.”

  “We’ll see just how sadistic I can be—after dinner.”

  “Asshole.”

  “I think it’s going to take a very long time to curb that wicked tongue of yours. A long time indeed.”

  * * * *

  Neon lights reflected off the glassware on the table top as Garth Brooks crooned “Cowboys and Angels” over the loudspeaker while they waited for their drinks to arrive.

  The anal plug in her ass drove her to the brink of climax every time she shifted, but when she shot a look to the devastatingly handsome man across from her, he just smiled and shook his head, refusing to let her cum without his permission.

  Asshole. She closed her eyes and sighed. God, I need to cum so bad.

  He threaded his fingers with hers and leaned closer to whisper in her ear, “Soon, babe. We’ll have a nice meal, a little wine to relax and then we’ll go back to the cabin.”

  She turned and kissed him quickly on the lips, before she replied, “And if you don’t let me cum, I’m going to tie you to the bed and ride your hips until we are both screaming.”

  “Bad girl. I think someone is asking for the crop again.”

  Her pussy clenched and slick cream slid down between her pussy lips the moment before his hand disappeared under the tablecloth. She almost slid under the table when his fingers snaked up her jean skirt and touched her bare clit.

  Aw fuck!

  “Someone is really bad.”

  She whimpered and her eyes rolled back in her head when one finger dipped inside her vagina.

  “You’re a cruel bastard, Sir.”

  The fingers disappeared and a warm chuckle met her ear when the waiter returned to their table. A glass of cold water quickly found her lips and she chugged the contents to try to drown the heat spiraling through her at the mere touch of Drew’s hand.

  The meal was eaten in silence while she contemplated how to end this evening and do it quickly so they could get on with the wild sex she knew awaited. A wicked thought crossed her mind and she fought the smile surfacing to her lips.

  “What is that naughty smile for?”

  “Wouldn’t you like to know…Sir?”

  “Keeping secrets from your Master?”

  Capturing her bottom lip with her teeth, she cocked one eyebrow and leisurely skimmed down his chest with her gaze before she scooted closer.

  The waiter approached with the bill and she whipped out her wallet, tossing enough money to cover the tab across the table and said, “We won’t be needing anything else, but thank you.”

  Drew sent her an odd look until she plastered her right thigh against his left and placed her hand on his chest. Her tongue traced little circles against his neck for a moment and she heard a soft sigh escape his lips.

  “What are you doing, Liss?”

  “Me? Nothing you won’t like, I promise.”

  Her fingernail traced a pattern down his chest as she gave him a saucy smile, until she reached the button at his waist and flicked it open, her movements camouflaged by the tablecloth.

  A ragged breath hissed from his mouth when the zipper came down and she reached between the folds of his pants and boxers to grasp his semi-erect cock.

  “You are going to let me take care of you for a change.”

  “Lissa.”

  “I’m going to stroke you until you come in my hand even though I’d much rather be doing it with my mouth.”

  “Fuck.”

  His cock filled quickly, surging in her hand and pulsating with blood until a drop of pre-cum slipped from the end and she spread it down his length.

  “Like that?”

  “Oh, hell yes.”

  She continued to stroke, up and down, loving the feel of his hard length in her hand and the almost inaudible sounds coming from his throat. Her finger tightened, sliding along the now slick surface, increasing the speed until with a soft cry and a hearty groan, his head fell back against the booth and his cum shot out, coating her hand.

  With a soft brush of her lips against his and a napkin to clean off the remnants of their play, she gave him another naughty grin and the promise of more on her lips before she slid out of the booth on the other side. “Coming?”

  “Witch,” he growled while he stuffed his now flaccid cock back in his pants and zipped them back into place. Once he’d reached his feet, he pulled her to his chest and promised retribution when they got back to the cabin.

  “Is that a promise or a threat?”

  “Take it however you like, babe,” he added before he slapped her on the ass when they headed out to the truck. “But I’m sure you’ll love every minute of it.”

  The ride back to the cabin was made in complete silence and she was almost afraid she’d gone too far. He’s a Dom. He has to be in control and I took that away from him. She shot a look across the cab of the truck and swore she saw a tick
of frustration in his tense jaw. Shit. What have I done?

  “Drew.”

  “Sshh.” He pressed a finger to her lips, effectively silencing what she wanted to say.

  “But…”

  “No. Don’t say anything.”

  The truck almost slid on the gravel as they whisked into the parking spot at the cabin and he threw open his door. He grabbed her hand and tugged her out so she stood beside him before he slammed the truck door and literally pushed her toward the front entrance.

  They hardly made it inside the structure when he trapped her against the wall and fused their mouths together. Tongues mated and danced their own erotic rhythm while he fumbled with the front of her silk blouse. Bra fell away with a quick flick of his fingers and he cupped her breast in his palm as she moaned and tipped her head back against the wood panel behind her. Nipples puckered hard with want and her pussy clenched.

  “Drew, please.”

  Sharp nips of his teeth on her breast brought a groan to the surface of her lips.

  The zipper of her skirt slid down and he pushed it to the floor at her feet.

  He stepped back with hooded eyes and said, “God, you’re beautiful.”

  “Too many clothes.” Her fingers made quick work of sliding his t-shirt up his chest before he whisked it over his head and she reached for the button on his jeans. His pants took the same path as her skirt to the floor. “Lick me, Sir. I want your mouth on me.”

  “My pleasure.”

  He slid his tongue from her ear to the frantic pulse at the base of her throat. Nipping softly at the skin, she moaned and arched her neck. “Condom.”

  “Bedroom.”

  “No, here. Now. My purse.”

  He grabbed her bag from where it dropped on the floor and she fumbled with the side pocket before she grinned and held up a foil wrapped packet. Growling softly, he took it from her fingers, ripped it open with his teeth and sheathed his rock hard erection in one quick movement.

  Rapid breaths mingled. Sweat poured down her temple as she fought the ragged need spiraling through her body.

  “Wrap your legs around me.”

  Doing as he instructed, she crossed her ankles behind him and rested her thighs on his hips as he drove into her in one swift motion.