A Whole New Light (7 page)

She glanced over one bare shoulder. Their eyes met, clung. She shook her head, turned toward the night and was gone.

Anger roared through him.

Goddamn it. When he caught her, and he would, she’d be in for a rude awakening. He wasn’t one of her boy toys. He sprinted, rushing past a blur of people. Someone called out his name, but he ignored them. Pushed open the door with a hard shove.

The cool spring air hit him in the face. He zeroed in on her like a heat-seeking missile. Her arm was already raised to hail a cab. A fucking cab! Adrenaline spiked his blood, making him forget all about reason, all about taking it easy on her.

The little brat.

He grabbed her by the elbow and yanked her around. She let out a squeal of protest. A wild look flashed in her eyes. “Let me go!” she screamed in a voice he’d never once heard her use.

He dropped his hand and yelled back, “I can’t believe you were just going to leave.”

“I need to get out of here. I want to go home.” Her hands curled into tight fists. “Don’t you understand?”

“I told you I would take you.” Again he gripped her wrist and waved away the yellow taxi that had pulled to the curb. “Let’s go.”

“No. I need to be alone.” She shrank back, squirmed, yanked her hand to break his hold on her wrist.

“I’m taking you home.” He lowered his voice to a deadly tone. “I don’t suggest you fuck with me right now, Violet.”

“Or what?” she taunted. In place of the composed woman he knew, a hellion glared back at him, eyes blazing, hair a wild mess around her flushed cheeks.

Deviant that he was, it turned him on. He remained silent but raised one eyebrow. “Don’t give me that look,” she spit out through clenched teeth. “You’re Ethan, my

friend
, I’ve worked with you for three damn years. You’re harmless!”

“Is that right?” His cock thickened, hardened despite his temper fraying at the edges.

“Yes!” She yanked her hand out of his gasp, and this time he let her go. She threw her arms in the air and stomped her foot. Some of his anger loosened its tight hold as amusement took its place. He fought the smile that quirked at his lips. She was throwing a tantrum.

“You’re the computer geek,” she shouted loud enough to draw attention from passersby on the street, but she didn’t even notice. “The safe guy. The guy voted most trustworthy in a dark alley.”

Oh, she was asking for it. Dead certain she wanted to provoke him, he checked the temper that threatened to roar back to life. Instead, he jerked his head toward the darkened corridor off to the left. “Then let’s take a walk, sugar.”

Her face flushed, but her gaze skirted toward the dangerous-looking alleyway. Her lavender eyes flashed with all sorts of heat. “Go to hell.”

“If you’re going to brat it up you’d better be prepared for the consequences.” All this wild energy of hers, he recognized it for what it was—she needed him to take control. And by god she was going to get it.

He took a step. Desire sparked in her gaze, but she retreated. He grinned, letting her see the Master. She gasped, stumbled as she tried to evade him. His arm shot out and he righted her. And even though he had her trapped, he dropped his hand and let her get away.

Then he laughed. A low, vibrating sound meant to warn, meant to tease. Alarm and hunger played across her face.

In a casual tone, he asked, “Have you ever had your ass smacked?” Cheeks flaming, she gaped at him. “W-what are you talking about?”

“When I reach you—and make no mistake—I will.” He paced one step forward. She mirrored him, keeping the distance between them. “I’m going to throw you over my shoulder, take you into the alley, and I’m going to spank your ass until it’s bright red. Then I’m going to fuck you. So be ready.”

She gave him the finger, turned and sprinted away.

He smiled. Like a good little sub girl, she ran into the alley instead of to the safety she’d been screaming for only moments before.

Just as he knew she would.

He fought the impulse to chase. His muscles jumped but he stayed in place. She looked over her shoulder, her black hair streaming behind her. In that moment, his heart stopped and his breath snagged in his chest. Beautiful. Wild and untamed, she glowed with raw unrestrained emotion. He’d done that. And now he needed to touch, to feel that vibrancy dance under his fingertips.

He began his pursuit.

She shrieked, sprinting faster. Pure pleasure mixed with hot lust as he gave them what they both wanted. His legs pounded against the concrete as he ate up the ground

separating them. Close now, he grabbed her around the waist, hauling her to him, jerking them both to a stop.

“No.” Her stomach heaved under his hands as she sucked in air.

The word shot a jolt from the base of his spine to his balls. God, he wanted her. He growled. “You ready to get punished?”

“You’re a bastard.” Not quite willing to give up the fight even though her nipples were hard and he’d bet a million dollars she was wet, hot and throbbing.

He sank his teeth into the soft skin at the curve of her neck. “And don’t you
ever

forget it.”

He pushed her toward the wall. Her shoes scraped against the ground as she fought to keep her position. He barked, “Hands on the wall.”

Her palms slapped on the brick while her foot shot out and nailed him in the shin.

He winced, fought the urge to lean down and rub the spot. He grabbed her hair at the nape, twisted. “You’re going to pay for that.”

“Fuck you.” Her breath hissed out.

He snaked a hand under her skirt, yanked it over her hips. “Ready to give up the good fight?”

“Never.”

“You’re going to eat those words, sugar.” He kicked her legs apart, spreading her wide. Exposing her to the cool night air. He pressed his hard cock into the seam of her perfect ass, sliding his palm down over her smooth, flat stomach. The tips of his fingers brushed over her clit. She rose on tiptoes to deepen the contact. Ruthless, he plunged inside her dripping pussy. Thrust once. Twice.

“Oh god,” the words seemed to slip out of her, unnoticed. She let her head fall between her outstretched arms.

His thumb circled her clit as he slid his fingers in and out of her tight cunt. Her muscles rippled along his skin. She was swollen, ready. He twisted her hair tighter. “You can fight all you want, Violet, but it won’t change the facts.”

“Facts?” She groaned, throwing her hips back.

“The fact you’re my little slut to fuck however and whenever I want.”

“Yes. More. Please, Ethan.” The tight canal clamped down on his fingers, building in strength and rhythm, signaling her impending orgasm.

He pulled away. Removed his touch and dropped the hold he had on her hair. “No!” She glared at him over her shoulder.

He slapped her bare ass. A red print appeared against her smooth, creamy skin. “Ouch,” she shrieked. “That hurt.”

Lust raged in his blood, so hot, so on the verge of losing control his vision dimmed.

Despite the defiance on her face, he looked into those violet eyes and saw what she was hiding. Need and hunger shimmered in her gaze. She wanted to submit but couldn’t say the words. So she fought.

He smacked the other round cheek. His mouth watered. His cock throbbed. “That’s.”
Slap
. “The.”
Slap
. “Point.”
Slap
. “Violet.”

He continued to rain a series of blows along her ass until it was bright red, and she was pushing into the blows. She rose on the balls of her feet, her eyes closed, her head thrown back.

Jesus.
He stopped, smoothing his palms over her warm flesh. Their harsh breath filled the night air to combine with the traffic from the street. Never in all his experience had he been so close to losing control. She could have taken more, but he couldn’t.

The knowledge shook him to the core.

With gritted teeth he fought his own hunger to take her like an animal. He reached around and stroked her pussy. She was so wet his fingers slid with no friction. He

grabbed one of her small hands, placed it between her legs, covering it with his own palm. “Has your cunt ever been this wet?”

She pressed her ass into his straining cock. “Please, Ethan.”

Smack.
“Answer me.”

“No,” she cried out. “No, never.” Under his hand, her fingers began to work her clit in a frantic motion, mindless in her quest for release.

He jerked her hand away and placed it on the wall. Her nails dug into the brick. He unzipped her strapless dress, pushing the fabric to her waist so her breasts were exposed. He skimmed his hands down her back, reached around to find her nipples. Plucked. Squeezed. Twisted.

Her hips began to undulate to a rhythm all their own. She let out a soft, needy sound. “Please. Please. Ethan. Please.”

“How bad do you want to get fucked right now?” He rolled the hard buds between his thumbs and forefingers, applying a hard pressure he knew only heightened her arousal.

She tossed her head, sending her black hair flying to swirl over her shoulders in a dark wave.

He released her breasts and smacked her ass over and over. “Oh. God. Yes.” She rose onto the balls of her feet again.

“Answer my question. How bad?” He gritted his teeth. Fought his own desire. The only thought pounding in his brain was owning her. Possessing her.

“More than—” She broke, sobbed when he flicked her nipples, rubbed over the very tips. “Anything, ever.”

“Beg me.” The master in him roared to life, overtook him in dark, possessive need. He squeezed one nipple, reached between her legs and thrust two fingers inside her. Her pussy clamped down on him like a vise. “Don’t you dare come, Violet. Not ‘til I’m inside you.” He bit her neck. “Not ‘til I order it.”

She cried out. “Please. Please, Ethan, fuck me. I’m begging you.”

It should have been enough. With anyone else it probably would have been, but with Violet it was never enough. “Who owns you?”

He pressed his cock into the curve of her ass. She met him, rocking against him.

Pleasure prickled across his nerve endings. “You.”

He should leave it alone, but he was too far gone and he needed to hear her say it. “Who’s your Master, Violet?”

Again, her cunt clamped down on his fingers. “You. I promise. You.” “Tell me who owns you?” He reached for his zipper.

“You do.”

Frustration had him jerking her by the arm.
Say it, damn it.
“Turn around.”

She stumbled around, pressed her back to the brick wall to steady herself. Breath harsh, her skin flushed, hair a wild, damp mass around her face, she looked so fuckable. Custom designed to drive him mad.

The only thing that stopped him from giving in was the bone-deep certainty that winning this power struggle would mean he’d won her. Calmed by the thought, it gave him back the ounce of control he needed to see this through. With a slow, deliberate hand he unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, releasing his cock. He watched her face, pleased when her eyes widened. He fisted the shaft and stroked down the length of his erection. “You want it?”

She licked her lips, nodded. “Then tell me who owns you.”

Her smooth brow wrinkled. “I said you.”

“Who am I?” He slipped a condom out of his pocket. He kept up a slow rhythm, pressing on the underside of the head with his thumb on the upstroke to stave off the need to erupt. When was the last time he felt this way? This alive and excited? He

couldn’t remember if he ever had, but Violet reminded him of all the reasons he’d gotten into this lifestyle to begin with.

“Ethan.” Her eyes darted away as she raised her hands above her head and stretched out her body. A sub trick—testing his resolve, testing her own.

“Try again.”

She blew out her breath, met his gaze and arched her back. An offering.

“Say it. And I’ll fuck you like no one else ever has.” He ripped the condom open with his teeth. In seconds he was rolling the latex over his cock.

“I don’t come during sex,” she whispered on a rush of air.

Surprised at the admission, he fought to keep his expression blank. “You will this time.”

She shook her head. “I can’t. I’m defective that way.” A small, nervous laugh escaped her lips.

His heart pounded in his chest, tightened and squeezed. He took her chin in his hand. Kissed her soft and light on the mouth. “I dare you not to.”

He skimmed his lips down her throat. Licked at her rapid pulse. He moved lower, cupped her breasts, rubbed his thumbs across the peaks. Her head fell back against the wall. His tongue danced across first one nipple then the second. He sucked the hard bud into his mouth, plucked the other. She clutched his head, dug her fingers into his skull. Her hips moved, sought out his erection, rocked against it.

The feel of her wet pussy riding his cock was almost his undoing. He played a moment longer, until she arched and moaned with each touch.

He straightened and took her jaw between his fingers, forced her to meet his gaze.

When those dazed violet eyes met his, he asked, “Who owns you?” Her breath stuttered.

Several long moments passed where all that could be heard was the sound of traffic from the street. He waited, raised a brow.

Between her thighs, his cock throbbed for attention, but he wouldn’t relent. Not until she submitted. Because that was what Violet needed. To submit. To be mastered.

Seconds ticked by.

“You do, Master,” she whispered in slow, halting speech.

Power and lust, unlike he’d ever known, rolled through him. He gripped the back of her neck, leaned down and took her mouth in a hard, demanding kiss.

She clutched at him as their tongues met. All night he’d restrained himself, held back for fear of scaring her, but now he gave her everything. His lips moved hers as he fucked her mouth as he’d be fucking her body. When he tore away from her, she practically fell into him. He met her gaze. “Mine.”

She nodded. “Yours.”

He lifted one slender thigh to his hip and drove inside her, almost brutal in his possession. She cried out. Her neck arching as her body fought to accommodate him.