“I want you to chase me.”
A solid, straight brow winged up but he said nothing.
“I want you to chase and catch me and then grab me and push me up against the wall. Cuff me and then…” She had to stop to catch her breath because even saying this was enough to make her burn with desire. Also squirm with embarrassment.
Alex bent his head and pressed his mouth to her ear. “Then what, Ali-cat?”
“I want you to fuck me. Hard and fast. I want you to bruise me and mark me and fill me up so hard, I’m still feeling you tomorrow. I want to fight you and…”
He laid a hand on her neck, squeezed lightly. “Keep going.”
“What else can I tell you?” She laughed weakly, but the sound stopped abruptly when he sank his teeth into her lower lip. She whimpered in pleasure even as sharp pain licked at her. “I’ve dreamt about you for years. I’ve been waiting and hoping and wishing…”
He was gone in the next breath and she sat up, staring at him as he moved around to the foot of the bed.
He stood with his back to her and blood rushed to her face.
Had she messed up?
Had she pushed for something he didn’t like?
Had she told him something he didn’t want to hear?
She sucked in a breath, ready to brush off the hurt—again—as he drew up the khakis he’d worn yesterday. He hadn’t brought any other clothes and neither of them had planned on him spending the night.
Glad it was a good night, she thought, somewhat bitter.
Metal clinked.
Alison jerked her head up and saw that he’d turned to face her. He held his cuffs in his hand, swinging them lightly against his thigh. His eyes roamed over her as he tossed the cuffs down and picked up his belt. “I’m going to get dressed. Have some coffee. Maybe you should…” he slid his eyes over her and that was when she caught the heat burning there. “Get yourself presentable before I have to take you in, Ms. Ryan.”
“Take me in?”
He put the belt on, dealt with the cuffs, then his shoulder harness—over his bare chest. “You’re being arrested. As long as you don’t resist, as long as you promise to be a good girl, I’ll let you put something on.” He paused. “Will you be good?”
Alison nodded hesitantly as her heart started to race.
He came toward her then, bending down so that he caged her in. Muscles bulged on his arm and the scent of him surrounded her, making her head swim.
His mouth touched her ear. “How rough do you want to play, Ali-cat? Set the rules now.”
“As long as it’s with you, Alex, as rough as you wanna get. I’d sooner die than let anybody else know this, but I’ve had all sorts of dreams about you, everything from candlelight and romance to rape fantasies. Today I want the rape fantasy.”
∞
He caught her in the hall by the front door.
He’d given her a few minutes to get dressed, told her he was going to get himself some coffee before he took her in.
She’d dressed hurried, grabbing a pair of shorts and a tank top, and without letting herself think twice, the sexiest set of underwear she owned—a thong of green satin trimmed in black and a bra that matched. The bra showed through her thin white tank and when he caught her and spun her around by the stairs, she caught sight of herself in the mirror hanging in the foyer. She was flushed and bright-eyed, the tank top clinging to her breasts, riding up to reveal her toned belly.
She looked sexy, she realized.
She felt sexy.
Alex backed her up, the wall of the stairwell behind her. She came to a stop there, unable to take another step.
“I thought you said you wouldn’t try to run, Ms. Ryan.”
“I…” Her brain went blank. She’d fantasized about playing with him, but now that it was happening?
“Were you trying to run?”
Jerkily, she nodded, pressing her hands flat to the wall.
He heaved out a heavy sigh, standing so close, his naked chest brushed up against her nipples. “I knew you were going to be trouble the minute I saw you. I guess I should have just cuffed you, then and there. While you lay naked in that bed.”
“I’m sorry.”
“No, you’re not.” He shook his head.
“I am!”
Now he pretended to consider her words. Then he reached up and brushed her hair back. “How sorry are you?”
“I…”
He cupped her between her thighs. “Are you sorry enough to make it up to me, Ms. Ryan?”
She squeezed her thighs together even though what she wanted to do was rub against him. “How?”
“I think you know how.” He started to rub her, watching her with a bold expression. “I think you know exactly how.”
“You mean…” She pretended to be horrified, grabbing his hand. He caught her wrists in the next moment, dragging them over her head. “No!”
“Yes.” He cuffed her, binding her hands in front of her. It made her heart race, made her fight more. “Come on, that’s it… I don’t mind a little fight. You wanted this anyway, didn’t you?”
“Yes…no!” She screamed as he jerked her shorts down to her knees, then caught her thong, pulling it until it bit into the sensitive flesh of her bottom. A long, low moan escaped her.
He laughed, the sound edged with cruelty.
It made her freeze.
But when she looked into his eyes, she saw the warmth there. The hunger. The need. Her heart raced so hard, it was a miracle she could breathe. He jerked her up off her feet in the next moment and bit her nipple roughly, sucking it deep into his mouth as he ground his cock against her before moving away, staring at her with hot eyes. “You sure you don’t want to play nice, Ms. Ryan? It will go easier for you.”
She stared at him, half frightened, but so hot, so eager for him, she’d beg if that was what it took.
“No. I…I didn’t do anything wrong.”
He smiled, a slow, rather cruel twist of his lips that had shivers running down her spine. He licked a long wet trail along her neck and rasped into her ear, “You asked for it, kitten. Get down on your knees.”
She jerked against him, struggling half-heartedly even as she moaned.
He had her kneeling in front of him in the next moment. “Take me out and suck on me, Ms. Ryan. This is how you make it up to me. You’re going to suck me off.”
“You’re a pervert,” she said, panting.
He fisted a hand in her hair and twisted, eliciting a delicious bite of pain. “Take me out and suck on me, now.”
She did so, moaning low in her throat as he pushed inside her mouth and began to move in a rhythm that echoed the pulsing between her thighs. She wanted…she needed…
“Are you touching yourself?”
She froze and stared up at him, the head of his cock still in her mouth.
“Bad girl.” He pulled back and shook his head. “You can’t suck my cock now.”
She whispered, “I’m sorry.”
A faint smile tugged on his lips. It took less than a few moments for him to have her on her hands and knees, her cheek to the floor as he drove inside her, hard and fast.
He spanked her butt and she shuddered. “Don’t come, you hear me? Don’t you dare come.”
She moaned.
“Say you understand, Ms. Ryan.”
She moaned.
“Say you understand, Ms. Ryan. Say yes sir, I won’t come.”
“Yes, sir!” She whimpered as the head of his cock scraped over her G-spot. “Yes, I won’t come.”
“Now when I tell you to put your mouth on my cock, are you going to do it?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. He came against her harder, slapped her butt again and again, the pain mingling with the pleasure.
Then he stopped and urged her back onto her knees.
When he moved back in front of her, taking his imposing cock in his hand, he growled, “Take my cock in your mouth, Ms. Ryan. Now.” His dark eyes glitt
ered with a feral light and his smile, usually so easy and mellow, was menacing, almost mean. “Now.”
She complied and wondered if she was going to come just from that. He shoved himself into her mouth, roughly, fast, hard until she was fighting not to gag. “Be still,” he ordered when she tried to pull away. He buried both hands in her hair and did something with his thumbs that forced her mouth open wider around his cock as he shuttled in and out and she felt him grow larger. Alison wondered if she was going to die before he touched her again.
He drove himself further inside than she had ever taken him and her lungs burned as her air was cut off but she took it while he growled and said, “Swallow it, baby, open your mouth for me, and swallow,” and she did as he drove deep and pumped harder and faster. She tried to pull away and he barked, “Take it, damn it,” so she took it and she loved it and wanted more and heard him groan as he came. Then he was jerking her to her feet and pinning her against the staircase and growling in her ear about how he was going to fuck her, and spank her, and Alison felt faint as she stared up at him.
He loomed over her, crowding her against the stairwell as he roughly said, “I’m gonna fuck you hard and rough. I’m gonna spank your sweet, naked little ass. Next time I tell you to do something, you will do it. Now say yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir.”
Alex could see the half terrified, half desperate arousal on her face as he jerked her hands high over her head. Metal clinked as he adjusted her cuffs, chaining her to the stairwell. Her spine arched and it had to be uncomfortable.
He stepped back, smiling as he stared at her. Her long slim torso was bowed, breasts thrusts up.
He paused to push the tank top up, leaving it twisted under her arms before he shoved the cups of the demi bra down. It left her breasts lifted and exposed, her nipples hard and ripe and swollen. Alex pinched each one, then licked each one in turn and she moaned, a low rough sound that went straight to his rock hard cock. Gritting his teeth, he knelt in front of her and jerked her shorts down to her ankles, but not completely off, leaving the thong on. He forced her to turn around and admired her ass, the way the black lace and green satin rode against her pale skin, the long slim lines of her legs. He moved against her rump and pumped his cock against her as he reached around and cupped her breasts, pinching the nipples hard enough to make her arch and whimper before he moved away and to the side—then he spanked her. Five times, each one a little harder until her ass was pink and flushed and she was gasping and crying out.
He whirled her back around and kissed her, biting her lip, sucking on it. His cock brushed against her lace covered mound and she arched against him. Alex moved away, wrapping his hand around his cock and pumping slowly while he stared at her.
He’d never felt this kind of crazed hunger before. Had never felt this sort of need before. His chest rose and fell as if he’d been running a marathon, heart pounding so hard he thought it might explode.
Her mouth was open, her lips parted as she panted for air and she looked almost blind with hunger.
He had never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.
Alex knelt in front of her, grasping the thong and pulling it aside. Then he lifted her, taking her weight on his arms as he pressed his mouth to her pussy. Her clit was swollen, hard and when he caught it in his teeth, she screamed and came in a geyser against him. He drank it down greedily and drove his tongue inside her passage, alternating between stabbing at her clit and biting it and then thrusting into her with his hardened tongue until she came again and again.
By the third climax she was moaning and telling him to stop. He looked up at her and growled roughly, “Shut up, Alison. My way, remember?” Going back to her, adding his fingers and screwing them in and out of her—he then stopped and left her there, moaning and panting, arms stretched overhead while he went to get her vibrator. Returning, he knelt in front of her and drove it inside roughly, quickly, waiting until she was rocking against it and sobbing before he went back to suckling her clit.
“Damn it, Alex, I can’t—” she shrieked as he forced her into a fourth.
“You will,” he growled, pulling the vibrator down, then driving it back up inside. She climaxed around it with a sob and went limp. He slid the vibrator from her with a wet, sucking sound and tossed it over his shoulder as he studied her swollen tissues before looking up at her.
She looked exhausted.
He smiled, a hot, feral grin that made his eyes gleam. Then he leaned in and licked her lightly to test her. Almost there.
Alison looked too drained for anything else. He hadn’t done what she had asked yet, but he touched her clit lightly, with just his fingers, and she jerked as though struck by a lightning bolt. She stared down at him warily as he looked up at her with dark, unreadable eyes.
As she watched, he rose in front of her.
“You’ll be tighter now, tighter and swollen and wet and sore. It’s going to feel like I’m driving clear up to your throat.” He smiled slowly. “No more games, Ali-cat. I’m going to like this, Alison. I hope you know just how much.”
She panted, staring at him.
“My way,” he whispered darkly before he lifted, then drove ruthlessly inside her tight body, working his cock deep inside while she shuddered and twisted and moaned. He drove completely in, fighting the tight, swollen clasp of her body and when he had completely buried himself inside her, he fisted one hand in her hair and made her look at him. “Tell me again…how do you want me to fuck you?” he purred roughly.
“…hard, fast, rough…your way…” she sobbed, twisting weakly against him.
“My way,” he agreed and he jerked her thighs high, wide-open, and gave her exactly what she had asked for—a rough, hard fuck. He shoved her breast high, catching the nipple in his mouth and biting down, while she screamed out his name.
Her legs were wrapped around his waist and she was rocking against him, riding him as surely as he rode her. He reached behind him with a snarl and unlocked her legs, catching her behind the knees and pushing her open, letting her weight rest on his forearms and from the cuffs that still held her. Staring into her eyes, he pulled out and drove in, hard. “Fuck you, hard and rough, remember?” he purred, moving around until he could pinch her nipple roughly. “In your rape fantasies, did you fuck me back, or was it just me fucking you?”
“Just you…” she whimpered, crying out as he surged back inside her.
“I like these fantasies of yours, Ali-cat,” he growled, gripping the soft underside of her knees with bruising pressure while he used all the power in his thighs and back and hips to drive his cock inside her swollen, tight sheath. Her tissues clung to him, silken and wet. “Too much. Later, you fuck me, but now—” He drove back inside, loving her slick, wet pussy, the way she sobbed his name, how she looked, cuffed and open and begging for him.
Her tank top was twisted under her arms, the pretty bra pushing her round little breasts up, framing them. Her nipples were tight, hard and swollen, rising and falling raggedly as she struggled to breathe. Her green eyes were wild and frightened and hungry, driving him on as he rode her harder, the sound of her moans sending little thrills of sensation down his spine to tighten his balls to the point of pain.
Her sheath held him tightly, too tightly, resisting each deep, brutal thrust and he loved it. Catching her mouth, he kissed her savagely as he drove deep and hard, ramming his cock against her womb.
She screamed and shuddered and started to chant his name, “Yes, please, Alex, more, please, Alex, more, more, please, more, damn it, more, Alex, Alex, Alex, Alex, Alex!” With each deep driving thrust of his hips, she screamed his name and shuddered.
∞
The car stopped in front of the house and Mike got out, helping Lori out with a slight frown on his face as he spotted the black truck. What was Alex doing here? He and Alison had been at odds for months. Mike was aggravated about it, yeah, but he wasn’t going to lose sleep over it. Alison was so quiet, said so little abo
ut anything, it wasn’t like it was going to cause any problems. Lori had barely noticed the black truck. As he opened the gate, Mike heard the moaning and a woman’s hoarse cries.
And he knew he should have turned around.
There was a burning low in his gut. His eyes narrowed and he recalled the odd exchange back at the station a few days ago, how Alex wouldn’t say much of anything. And then there was…well…Alex had acted nervous.
No.
No fucking way.
He used his own key to open the door instead of knocking, smiling absently at Lori, who had finally registered something was going on. She locked her fingers on his arm and pulled as he started to barrel in. “Mike, let’s go, now,” his wife was snapping but he hardly heard her.
His baby sister was cuffed to a banister and couldn’t get away and—
∞
The ecstasy shuddered through Alison and exploded with an intensity she couldn’t fight as it came from her in a series of ragged screams. Alex caught them in his mouth and met them with broken groans that sounded like that came from the pit of his soul.
He fell into her, stroking his hands up her legs to grip her tightly against him while he came inside her.
Cool air against their overheated bodies was the first sign something was wrong.
The soft, urgent, “Damn it, Michael Ryan, this doesn’t concern you,” was the second.
“Oh, fuck,” Alex muttered.
Mike’s pregnant wife wasn’t an idiot. Nor was she fragile or slow. So she did what any sensible woman would do. She planted herself in front of her husband and wrapped her arms around Mike, giving Alex time to uncuff Alison while she said, “Mike, this is none of our business. Let’s go outside—”
“My business, all right,” he disagreed affably, glaring at Alex as he shielded Alison.
Alex heard the soft rustle of clothes and he knew Alison was hurriedly tugging her shirt and shorts back into place. He did the same with his trousers and shrugged out of his shoulder holster, refusing to feel stupid. He’d been playing with the woman he…
Oh, shit.
That thought froze in his head as Mike spoke his next words. “Not my business? It sure as hell looks like my baby sister was being assaulted. That makes it my business.”
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