A Major Seduction (7 page)

Mike had picked a chick-flick he thought she’d like, but
Maria—God bless her—had vetoed him in favor of an action movie he’d been dying
to see. To his surprise, they seemed to like a lot of the same things. Pizza,
ice cream, a good beer, sun and the sand, action movies, and family.

As they watched the movie, he dragged her hand into his lap,
bemused by how right she felt when he held her. He liked being a romantic guy,
and though a few of his exes had called him thick-skulled and a typical “man,”
as if the title were a curse, he could do the hearts and flowers bit when
called to. Some handholding, whispering sweet crap, being thoughtful. Growing
up with his mother and father as examples had taught him how a woman should be
treated. Usually though, it felt like a chore because expectations ran too
high.

With Maria, holding her felt comfortable. Right. She didn’t
ask for anything. To his bemusement, after their huge love fest on Tuesday, she
hadn’t bugged him to go out again or even see him. He would have thought she’d
be all over him for some reassurance at least, but nothing.
He’d
been the one to text her hello.
He’d
been the one to seek her out at the
store.

He didn’t know how to feel about being the pursuer. Despite
being a dominant personality, he didn’t have to work hard for female
companionship. They came to him easily enough. Maria had too…for a while, back
when she’d been cute but much too young.

She sure the hell didn’t seem too young now. She crossed her
legs, and he saw that short skirt ride up, showing some real definition. Which
reminded him of that thong he’d been trying hard to forget. At least she’d worn
a bra to hide those pert nipples that even now stood out from behind her
clothing. He could blame the air conditioning on that, he supposed.

He shifted in his seat, once again aroused and unable to
control it. Fortunately, they sat in the way back with the nearest couple two
rows down.

“You okay?” she whispered.

“Fine.”
Just hard as
hell.
Their joined hands on his lap didn’t help, especially when she moved
and rubbed against his crotch.

“I see.”

He caught the shadow of a smile, muttered under his breath
about blondes who should wear pants, and tried to focus on the movie. Every
time he inhaled he smelled more than the popcorn. It was a light floral scent
that was all Maria.

By the time the movie ended, he’d mostly gotten a handle on
his erection. The notion any of his Marines might see him walking around with
wood cured him of his evident arousal. Maria seemed oblivious since teasing him
at the beginning. They stood, and she stretched, showing off a flat belly he
couldn’t wait to flip down on his sheets again.

“Time to go,” he murmured and leaned close to kiss her neck.

She shivered, glared at him, then walked away.

He grinned, glad to not be the only one affected by their
unique connection. It still floored him that the girl who’d been under his nose
for so many years had turned into a woman he couldn’t stop thinking about.
Hell, he’d seen her hook her first worm, heard her giggle with his sister about
going to her first dance.

But making love with her had been a true first for him. The
wealth of emotion had knocked him sideways. He’d had a lot of sex, but he
hadn’t made too much love. With Maria, their coupling had definitely been
fraught with “feeling.”

“Hello? Are you going to feed me, or are we staying for a
double-feature?” Maria tapped one wickedly high heel on the theater steps while
she waited for him.

“Bitch and moan,” he said with a sigh, wanting to feed her
something long and thick, for sure. “What are you hungry for?”

They walked down the steps together. “Wouldn’t you like to
know,” she teased.

“Stop that.” He really needed to be with her someplace
private, or he’d never live down his cock’s appetite.

He took charge and drove them to his parents’ without a
word. She seemed happy enough to listen to the radio on their way back. Once
inside, he courteously led her to the kitchen then opened the refrigerator and
waved to the contents.

“Anything interesting?” He leaned over her back, looking
over her shoulder. “I’ve got steaks, some chicken, stuff for a salad.” Running
a hand up her leg, he grinned at her short gasp. “Something tasty. Maybe
some…sausage.”

She snickered, but another gasp told him she was far from
unaffected.

He ran both hands up her thighs, lingering over her exposed
flank in that short skirt. When he pressed his thick erection against her ass,
knowing only a thin string and his clothing stood between them, he knew he
couldn’t wait much longer.

“How about some sausage, Maria? I’ve got a nice big one for
you.”

She groaned on a laugh. “That was just bad.”

“Yeah? How bad?” He ran a hand between her legs, happy as
shit when she soaked his fingers. “Seems like you’re pretty excited about my
meat.”

“I
am
pretty
hungry.” She ground her ass against his cock and trapped his hand between her
legs.

He pulled his hand away, backed them from the fridge, and
closed it. “We’ll eat after.”

“Yeah, after.” She turned in his arms and kissed him, and he
lost his train of thought. She fiddled with something while he ate her up,
deepened the kiss, and backed her against the fridge.

He broke free for a breath and noticed a blue lace bra on
the ground. “You’re good.”

“I know.” She wiggled her brows. “Want the thong off too?
You have to do it yourself.”

“Now who’s become a little bossy?” He ran a hand over her
tank top and cupped a firm breast, pleased at the hard nipple under his palm.
Not erect because of any A/C now. Overhead ceiling fans pushed ocean air around
the place, but no artificial air conditioning. “I think you forget that I’m in
charge.”

“I didn’t forget,” she rasped when he tightened his grip on
her breast. “I’m waiting for you to do something about it. You’re a little slow
for my taste. Maybe I should find someone else—”

The thought of her going to anyone but him aroused more than
passion—it aroused an anger too. He jerked back and glared down at her. “Fuck
that. You want me to speed things up? Fine. How’s this for you?” He turned her
around, yanked off her thong, and tossed it aside. Then he ran his hands up the
inside of her legs. He slid a finger through her arousal then rimmed her anus
with it while with his other hand he shoved two fingers in her pussy.

“Mike,” she moaned and widened her stance.

“This what you want, sexy?” He gave a dark chuckle. “Think
you can tell me what to do and you won’t get punished for it?”

Her heavy breathing was like music, and he wanted to hear
more.

He fucked her with his fingers and eased a tiny bit of his
thumb into her virgin ass. “Oh yeah. We’re going to be a tight fit. I’ll come
hard up your ass, baby.”

She thrust back against his fingers, pushing him deeper
inside her.

“So fucking wet. You gonna come?”

“Yeah,” she breathed. “All over you.”

“Not yet.” He withdrew his hand, gratified by her moan of denial.
“Time to remind you who’s in charge. And, baby, it ain’t you.”

Maria had a hard time catching her breath, so excited to be
with a man who could take charge and not fake his dominance. And hell, it
wasn’t just any man. It was Mike—that fact made all the difference. Nothing
she’d ever fantasized about or wanted to try meant anything if it wasn’t with
him.

He dragged her down the hallway into his bedroom and barked
at her to stay. She didn’t have the heart to remind him she wasn’t a dog, not
until she could speak without panting. So she composed herself while he
shrugged out of his shirt and shoes and lit a few candles. He left and returned
to the room with a few condoms and her bag. After digging through it, he found
the toys she’d brought. A vibrator, a dildo, and lube.

“Lube?” He smiled. “Nice.”

She hated that she continued to blush around him, but she
couldn’t help it. “I heard this stuff is pretty good. You don’t need much to
get…slick.” She wished she could focus better, but that candlelight made his
muscles look more pronounced. Dear God, but she’d never been with a man so
built before. He was like a statue come to life, and the blasted man knew it.

“Like what you see?”

“Don’t get cocky. Bobby is pretty built too.” Nowhere near
on Mike’s scale, but that wiped the grin off his face. She wanted him a little
mean, to realize she wasn’t just another woman, but
The
woman for him. And to see that, he had to loosen up, at least a
little.

Except this man before her seemed to have no intention of
easing up. At. All.

“Come here.” He crooked his finger.

She took a step and stopped.

“If you make me come get you, you’re going to be sorry.” He
sounded excited at the idea.

She wanted to see what he had up his sleeve, so she
shrugged. “Make me.”

His satisfied grin and the speed with which he moved told
her he’d planned to
make her
, one way
or the other. “Now you’re mine. Every fucking inch of you. You don’t like what
I’m doing, you say red, and I stop. Because the word ‘no’ means nothing from
here on out. You get me?”

“I—”

“What’s your safe word?”

Safe word. Jesus.
“R-red.”

“Right. Hearing that will stop me dead on.” He chuckled, his
eyes mean, the bulge between his legs enormous. And all for her. “Take off your
clothes but keep the heels on.”

“Perv.”

“It’s like you’re begging to be spanked.”

“And ass-fucked. Don’t forget that,” she snapped, playing
the brat as she undressed.

His eyes gleamed. “As if I could.” He cupped himself, and
she knew that huge cock would be a tight fit no matter how lubed she was.

“You’d better not hurt me.”
Nerves of steel…

His humor faded. “I will. But it’ll hurt oh-so-good, baby.
You’ll be begging me to fuck your ass before we’re done.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

He scowled. “Get on your knees.”

She did, watching without blinking as he gripped her by the
hair and slowly unfastened his pants. He opened them only to expose his
boxer-briefs hiding that monster cock. Then he slid his shaft through the slit
in his underwear. The moisture beading at his tip enthralled her.

“Be a good girl and lick me dry, baby. And remember, the
answer I want to hear is ‘Yes, Sir.’”

“Yes, Sir.” She let him grip her hair and pull her closer.
Then she opened her mouth and licked him. Salty, sweet, and all Mike.

“More.” He pulled her closer, so that his cockhead entered
her mouth.

The forceful action aroused her like crazy. As did the
notion he wouldn’t let her pull away unless she used her safe word. If she
could manage it around his cock. The thought amused and aroused her further.
Who knew his caveman tactics could be so arousing?

“Suck it, girl. Get me nice and thick so when I’m ramming up
your ass you can feel it.”

She moaned around him and sucked, pleased to hear him
panting as he jerked in small movements, giving her no more than the tip of him
while he fucked her mouth.

“Now cup my balls. Feel how hard I am.”

She caressed him through his underwear, wanting to feel him
naked on her palms.

“Let go.”

She pulled back, still on her knees, and stared up at him
when he yanked her head back by the hair. The small bite of pain felt shockingly
good.

He watched her then nodded. “Take off my clothes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

His eyes darkened.

She pulled his underwear over his cock and down his legs,
along with his pants. When he was naked, she looked up to see his feet spread,
his balls above her.

“Suck them.”

She didn’t need to be told twice. Wanting to make him lose
his mind, she kissed her way up his thighs and sucked on every part of him she
could reach while giving him a hand job sure to end in an explosive orgasm.

That he allowed it gave her back the power, a heady rush at
the thought he couldn’t help himself around her. She should have known he
wouldn’t let her finish him, though.

“Naughty girl,” he said on a moan. “Did Master tell you to
jerk him off?”

“No, Sir.”

“You need to be punished.” He sounded way too enthused about
the idea and yanked her up by the hair. A little too hard.

“Ow. Jeez, Mike. That—”

He spun her around and smacked her ass.

“Damn it. I—”

He smacked her again, then again. Repeatedly. And the pain
started to feel…good?

Too weird.

Mike wasn’t finished. He pushed her forward onto the bed.
His rough handling simultaneously aroused and scared her.

“Mike?”

“No, baby. That’s Sir.” He handled her like a doll,
attaching her wrists to restraints tied to the posts of the bed while she remained
belly-down. “Now remember, you don’t like this, you know what to say. But I
really think you should give it a chance before you stop us.” He kissed his way
down her back and lingered over her ass, massaging her cheeks and nipping them
until she couldn’t stop squirming against the bed. “Besides, you owe me.”

“I owe you?”

He bit her buttock. “I owe you,
Sir.
”

She moaned. “I owe you…Sir?”

“Better.” He spread her cheeks wide then kissed her there,
and the sensation had her grinding against the bed.

She hadn’t realized how sensitive she would be.

“Yeah. You had me hard through the movie, rubbing against my
cock. And then nearly jacking me off just now. What a bad girl. You need a good
assfucking, don’t you?”

She had a hard time believing any of this to be real. Mike
was totally into dominating her, and she was right there with him. Loving every
second of it. Excited over the taboo turn their night had taken, she nodded.
“Yes, Sir. I do.”