“In fact, I am in a position to notice that you are distinctly wetter now than you were a minute ago.”
Silence. She looked up at the ceiling.
“I think I’ll just continue to say whatever comes to mind.”
Drake settled himself over her, covering her body completely with his hard length. He let his penis nest between her legs, the broad sensitive head nudging against her wet heat, but made no move to enter her.
She jerked and quivered under him, all raw exposed nerves.
“Easy now,” he murmured. “Get the feel of me. Feel my skin against yours. Feel my body touching yours, all over.”
“That’s supposed to help me relax?” She asked the question in a choked, gasping voice.
“I don’t want you too relaxed. You might lose interest.”
She gave a short laugh of nervous release.
“I’m going to be inside you in a minute,” Drake went on. “I don’t want you to panic. Take this minute to get used to the idea. Get used to my body on yours, about to be in yours.”
Melinda breathed faster. “Oh, God.”
Her moist opening slicked against the head of his penis, welcoming him even as her words expressed her mental discomfort with the inevitable next step.
“It bothers you, does it, that you just got naked and lay down for me?”
“You could say that.”
“You don’t know why you got so hot for me that you’re soaking wet and aching for it.” Drake pressed lightly forward as he spoke, probing gently. They were perfectly aligned and he was going to slide home in a single stroke when the moment came. She was swollen and slick, ready enough that he could enter her as hard and fast and deep as he wanted to without causing her discomfort. Well, not any physical discomfort, anyway. “Is that your objection?”
“Yes, but I’m only acting this way with you because biology has turned me temporarily insane. I didn’t just turn into some kind of slut who does all random strangers at the drop of a hat.” She paused. “I don’t think.”
“It’s perfectly okay for you to be a slut for me,” Drake assured her. “I own you. That doesn’t change your character. You are exactly who and what you were before you met me. If you didn’t get naked and spread for strangers before, you won’t after. It just means I make you want.”
“Want.” Melinda sighed. “You make me want like nothing and nobody ever has. I took off all my clothes for you and spread my legs for you even though it makes no sense and it’s completely crazy and now you’re on top of me, and I am going to do anything else you want because I want it, too. I want it so much I’m already blind with it and you haven’t even…” her voice trailed off into his shoulder.
“Haven’t what?”
“Fucked me.”
The hesitation and dismay in her voice amused him almost as much as her reluctant confession did, but he gave her points for not losing her nerve and using the forbidden word.
“I will.”
Drake suited actions to words and drove himself into her to the hilt, as hard and fast and deep as he could go.
She gave a little cry in shock at the sudden possession.
“Feel me all the way inside you,” he muttered in a voice gone hoarse as he paused for her to adjust. “This is me. This is you. This is us.” He drove in and out, hard, deliberate, punctuating each sentence with a deep, swift thrust.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders and her thighs gripped his hips with surprising strength. Her hips flexed to take him deeper.
“This is me. All the way in you.” Two more long thrusts drove fully and abruptly home with each statement. “Fucking.” He slammed into her. “You.” Slam. “Hard.” Slam.
Melinda let out a strangled cry. He felt her pulsing around him, the little muscles tightening on his swollen length and dragging him over the edge with her.
The beast roared free as her pleasure fed his. Furious wild thrusts drove him into her molten core again and again as he spilled himself endlessly and she shuddered and sobbed and came with him, again and again, helpless to do anything but cling to him and let the spasms build and roll over her.
He owned her and her body knew its master. Drake felt a primal triumph that found expression in a final pulsing before he let her slide down from the peak to lay quiet under him except for the little tremors and gasps that shook her small frame.
“This is you, ridden hard by me,” he whispered against her tangled hair. “Nobody has ever had all of you, and you just gave it all to me, didn’t you?”
“Yes.” Melinda’s voice was a raw whisper.
“I own you.”
“Yes.”
“And you are going to let me fuck you again and again, any way I want, all weekend long.” Satisfaction filled his voice.
“Yes.”
Drake stayed buried in her a long time while their hearts slowed down to a sustainable pace and the sweat cooled on their skin. He liked the feel of her under him, the feel of himself inside her, the satisfaction of complete possession.
He wanted to enjoy the moment, he told himself, too much to rush disengaging their bodies. So he stayed joined with her, delaying the moment of separation.
It never crossed his mind that ownership was a tie that ran two ways.
Chapter Four
After a while, Melinda shifted under him. “Um. That was maybe not very smart. We didn’t use anything.”
Drake stretched over her, as graceful and predatory as a great feline in his movements. “No need. You don’t have anything. I don’t have anything. And you’re on the pill.”
That snapped her all the way out of sex-drugged post-coital languor in a hurry. “What? How do you know that?”
He levered himself up to look down into her face, meeting her eyes with his direct blue gaze but giving nothing away.
“You’re a damned hacker yourself,” Melinda said as the obvious realization hit home. “You looked at my medical records. Those are private, you-you—” She couldn’t think of any suitable words for what he was. “That’s invasive.”
“Yeah, breaking into a protected system is an invasion, isn’t it?”
Tit for tat, he clearly meant. She subsided as honesty forced her to admit that the first offense hadn’t come from his side.
“You’re on the pill because it keeps your cycle regulated, according to your doctor,” Drake said. “Not because you have an active sex life. Think of this as just a nice side benefit. I sure as hell do.”
She was wet and sticky from him and he clearly liked it that way. If she was honest with herself, she did, too. It was a primitive mark of his possession, proof that this incredible man had found her desirable. Proof that he’d found pleasure in her body.
She loved the touch of his skin against hers. In fact, she had a nearly insatiable body hunger for it, as if her skin wanted to absorb him directly into her pores. Loved the naked length of him driving into her. She’d had the first and most unbelievably powerful, never-ending orgasm of her life when he plunged unprotected into her and pumped himself inside her until he was empty.
The vividly remembered pleasure triggered another reflexive muscle spasm as she clenched around him, still deep inside her. He throbbed in response.
“Ready for more?” Drake slid all the way out and Melinda gasped, suddenly achingly empty.
“Turn over and get on your hands and knees.”
In spite of the fact that she’d stripped naked for him as a near-total stranger, spread her legs at his command to lay open her most vulnerable flesh to him, and taken him deep inside herself while he rode her hard and fast, turning her back to him and raising herself on all fours made her feel a terrible vulnerability.
Melinda couldn’t see what he was doing behind her, what he was looking at. Couldn’t get any clue from his expression or his eyes as to what he was planning. She might as well have been blindfolded, naked and left at his mercy. Her weight rested on her hands, rendering them useless. It was a position she had no doub
t he’d chosen to emphasize his complete physical domination of her.
“Place your knees farther apart. Shoulder-width.”
She made the shift in position and it lowered her a little closer to the fur rug. Her knees sunk deep into the thick pile.
“Arch your back.”
That, she knew very well, would emphasize her bared bottom and expose her sex to his view. When she arched her back in obedience, she found that it also lowered her chest even further and made her nipples brush lightly against the fur beneath her.
“Do you know how great your naked ass looks like that?” Drake asked. He didn’t seem to expect an answer, which was good as far as she was concerned. God alone knew what she’d say to that.
Instead, he settled his large hands over her buttocks, massaging, caressing. He shifted the pressure so that she never knew when a firm knead or a light stroke would follow.
“And I can see your beautiful pussy, open and ready for me, too. This position will let me go very deep. You’re all soft and wet, prepared for really deep penetration.”
As he spoke, Melinda felt Drake settling himself between her parted thighs, gripping her hips to hold her where he wanted her.
“I’m feeling very invasive right now,” he growled.
She shuddered and closed her eyes. It took no imagination at all to see him as a vandal invading her home and her.
Hard, hot hands slid along her body to find and close over her nipples and the pressure made her throb unexpectedly low, as if a live current ran straight from his hands to a hidden pleasure point deep inside her feminine sheath.
The electric delight of his hands distracted her and his abrupt invasion took her unawares. “Oh!”
He wasthere , making direct contact with that secret internal point, giving her exquisite pressure right where she suddenly needed it.
His sure fingers built a rhythm on her nipples, tugging, teasing, in perfect counterpoint to the savage beat of his invading member. Melinda could feel his muscled body against her bare bottom when he came all the way inside and she squirmed to press against him more fully, needing the contact. It brought him in impossibly deeper.
Drake gave an approving growl and used his hold on her breasts to drive her body backwards into his while he simultaneously thrust forward into her.
“That’s—oh, Drake—ahhhh.” Words failed. Her arms refused to support her. Melinda collapsed into his hands, into him, and surrendered her body completely to his will.
He supported her easily with his hands, keeping her right where he found her most accessible, while he plundered her body, tuned every nerve she possessed to resonate only to him, and overloaded her senses.
Her world shrank to include only him, only what he was doing to her, only the ecstatic tremors he set off inside her. The tremors built into an earthquake that rumbled loose and destroyed everything she knew in a seismic cataclysm, leaving her somehow still alive and boneless under the man who had just leveled her world.
Her world as it now existed included a thick pelt of fur under her stomach and breasts, hard masculine hands supporting her hips, musky male flesh that covered her back in a living shelter, and the scrape of an unshaven jaw against the tender skin below her earlobe.
Those things were solid. Nothing else was certain.
Surrendering her body utterly to Drake had transformed the vulnerable position to a protective one. How this contradiction came to pass, Melinda had no idea, but it was true. His presence behind her no longer meant danger. It meant safety.
He had taken her with a savage, relentless thoroughness and he undoubtedly would again, but he quite literally had her back. No unseen threat could reach her without going through him first.
His very first move towards her had been the dominating and yet protective gesture of wrapping her in his leather jacket.
Drake was a complex man. Domineering, arrogant and quite probably ruthless. But he hadn’t done anything to abuse the level of trust he’d demanded from her. He expected her complete obedience and then he used it to pleasure and protect her.
Even the crude language he used was a tool to heighten her awareness of him and add to the anticipation of his sensual onslaught. Making her want him even more. Melinda didn’t doubt that if his crudity had truly been a turn-off to her, he would not only have stopped, he would have intuited it beforehand and used a different tack to begin with.
The man seemed to have a lock on her psyche and a highly developed awareness of her every reaction and what it meant.
The man could read her like a book.
Well, that took the pressure off, she decided. If he already knew exactly what she wanted, what she liked, how crazed she was for him, how desperately he made her want and how hungrily she craved him, there was no point trying to hide it behind a social façade. Besides, their deal extended not just to blind, unquestioning physical obedience from her, it included honesty.
So she could keep her word and save her strength at the same time. Probably a good thing, because being owned by Drake was going to take every bit of her vital resources at the pace he’d set.
Settled in her mind, Melinda snuggled into the fur and him, feeling sandwiched by sensory delights. Without hesitation, she surrendered herself mentally into his expert keeping as fully as she’d surrendered her body.
She belonged to him completely.
In one part of her mind she knew this should have been alarming but she felt only a deep inner sense of peace and security.
“What are you thinking?”
“Isn’t that my line?” Melinda grinned at the role reversal, full of lazy contentment, sated in body and serene in mind.
“Maybe so, but you made a promise to tell me anything I wanted to know.” Drake’s teeth grazed her neck and bit at a sensitive point just above her collarbone.
“Mmmm, nice.”
“Other than that,” he growled against her skin.
“Other than that, I’m thinking you’re Godzilla and I’m Tokyo.”
“You don’t sound upset by that.”
“Um,” she agreed. “I’m not. I’m thinking of it as urban renewal. Raze old buildings, make way for new construction. Besides, have you ever seen any Godzilla movies?”
“No.”
“I’ve seen them all, thanks to Ryan. Godzilla always comes out to battle some menace. The clash leaves Tokyo in ruins, sure, but the people know Godzilla is their champion.”
“Are you saying I’m your hero?” He sounded both incredulous and indignant at the very idea and Melinda let out a rippling laugh.
“Your body is pretty heroic,” she mused. “So are the things you know how to do with it. Olympic feats of might. Epic, really.”
Drake flipped her over to scowl at her.
She smiled back at him, unconcerned.
“I did not take you to dinner and buy you flowers,” he growled at her. “I forced you to come here. I made you agree to be my sexual possession. I got inside you before you’d known me two hours and I did it by ordering you to spread your legs while I used my cock on you like a battering ram.”
“You’re turning me on again,” Melinda said throatily. “It might not be a good idea to continue with that kind of talk if you were wanting to take a breather.”
His blue eyes narrowed and his scowl deepened.
“I am not your damn hero. I am not nice.”
Ah, no, that he wasn’t. Nice, polite men had nice, polite, politically correct sex. Nice had not satisfied or moved her. Nice was not what she needed. She needed urban renewal.
“If it bothers you, focus on the radioactive monster part,” she suggested. “People fleeing in terror. Screams.”
A light of possibility gleamed in his eyes. “Screams.”
“I could probably do some pretty good screaming, given sufficient inducement.” She looked down in the general direction of his weapon of inducement but their position blocked her view.
That was too bad. Before this weekend ended, she
intended to get her chance to look and touch to her heart’s desire. In fact, maybe he would order her to look and touch, and even do things she’d never done before but found herself wanting to do now. Like taste him on her tongue.
“What the hell are you thinking now?”
“Ah.” Melinda touched her tongue to her upper lip, feeling nervous and curious and aroused all at once. Could she do that to him? Would he want her to?
“I was wondering. Um. The thought crossed my mind that you—if you—” she broke off, unsure how to say it. Maybe she should just say it. “Blowjob.” She blurted out the graphic word to their mutual shock. “I mean, that is, I wondered if you might like— If I’d like— If you’d order me to—”
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