A_Little_Harmless_Fascination (13 page)

She didn't hesitate. With little preamble, she came up on
her elbows and reached over to take him in. The first swipe of her tongue
almost had him coming. She licked up and down the length of him, then swirled
the tip of her tongue over the top.

"Stop fucking around."

She smiled up at him, and he knew she was doing just that.
Or rather, fucking with him. She kept her eyes on his as she wrapped her mouth
around his cock. He watched as each inch disappeared between her pink lips.
Then, she started to move him in and out of her mouth. She slowly built up
speed, using her tongue to drive him closer to the edge. She reached up and
caressed his balls. He should reprimand her for doing something he didn't
order, but fuck, it felt so good.

Soon, though, he felt his release nearing, and he wasn't
ready. Beyond that, the woman needed to learn that he was the one in control of
the situation, of their pleasure. He pulled away, and she frowned at him.

He grabbed the scarf. "Back down on the bed."

She apparently didn't like his tone. He didn't give a damn. He
wanted her so fucking bad that he didn't care if he pissed her off. It was good
because that meant he was doing his job as Dom.

"Do it now, or I walk away."

She apparently took his threat seriously because she lay
back down on the bed.

He grabbed the scarf he had picked out. "Lift your arms
up."

When she did, he tied her hands above her head and then
secured the scarf to the slats in the headboard.

"Now, we'll see who's in charge," he murmured more
to himself than to her. She showed no reaction at all. He didn't know if he
liked that or not. He thought she might be a bit of a challenge, hoped for it
actually.

Pushing those thoughts aside, he straddled her body.

With slow movements, he skimmed his hands over her breasts.
She wasn't big on top, but he had never been a man who appreciated fake
breasts. He liked them natural and small. He teased the nipples, happy with her
indrawn breath when he pinched them. He bent his head and licked over first
one, then the other nipple, then worked his way down her body again. He didn't
think there had ever been a woman who had done this to him. Lord, the woman was
a tasty treat. But he had the sense that she was holding back, trying to
control the situation. So, he figured it was time to establish just who was in
charge in bed.

He slipped between her legs and pushed them apart. She was
turned on. The evidence glistened on her labia, and he knew she was barely
holding on. But she was, and that didn't sit well with him.

He licked her, leisurely, enjoying the flavor of her again.
Again and again he tasted her, skimming his tongue around her pussy lips. She
started to squirm, but he paid no heed. As he had thought, she was under the
assumption she could control the situation, and until she completely gave over
to him, he would not be happy. He knew it wouldn't happen completely tonight,
but now he was going to teach her a lesson.

Conner lifted his head and smiled up at her. "Now,
you've been holding back."

She didn't say anything.

"And one thing I do is make sure a sub knows that I
give her the pleasure. She has no control over her body in this bed other than
to tell me I'm going too far. You always have the ability to tell me no."

He waited but she said nothing again, and he took that as
assent.

"You've been trying to keep from coming, that I feel.
Not that I had given you permission, but I could feel you doing it when I was
eating your sweet pussy. And, one thing I will tell you is that you will pay
dearly for that."

He smacked her pussy, and her eyes narrowed although she kept
silent about it.

“That’s good.” He smacked her again. “You’re going to learn
that what I do to your body is out of your hands.”

He gave her cunt another good lick then set his mouth on her
again. This time, though, he was relentless. Over and over he dove into her hot
core, swiping his tongue in and out and then over her clit. He knew it was
driving her crazy because her legs were starting to move on the bed, but he
ignored that. Instead, he pushed her further and further. Her first orgasm hit
her hard as she bowed her body up off the mattress and screamed his name. He
did not stop. Instead, he redoubled his efforts, taking her hard clit into his
mouth and playing with her piercing. He rose up, slipping his hands beneath her
ass and pulling her up with him.

Then, he slipped a finger between her cheeks, playing with
her puckered opening. He could just imagine slipping into her ass, fucking her
until both of them couldn't stand.

The image brought another drop of pre-come on his dick, but
he ignored it. Conner continued his assault. Without pausing, he had her coming
over and over, and when he was sure she’d finally learned her lesson, and when
he wasn't sure he could control himself any more, he settled her back on the
mattress. He grabbed the condom and ripped it open. She was watching him as he
rolled it on.

He didn't want to wait, didn't think there was a reason now.
His hands were shaking when he lifted her and entered her in one swift thrust.

She sighed in pleasure as if she had been waiting for this all
along. He tried to move slowly, but he soon felt the control slipping out of
his hands as her muscles contracted over his cock. Every little ripple pulled
him deeper. He thrust once, twice...then he came, his orgasm pulled from the
deepest part of his soul.

He shouted her name as she came with him, her orgasm causing
her muscles to contract harder on his shaft, milking his release, pulling him
so deep into her hot, wet sex he shivered with the power of it.

When he was spent, he fell on top of her. She grunted in
reaction.

"Sorry."

"What’s there to be sorry about?" she asked, and
he heard the smile in her voice.

He lifted his head and looked at her. Her eyes were closed,
and she looked downright smug. Conner lifted his hands to untie her arms.

“Jillian, open your eyes."

She did slowly, and he had a feeling she was worried that by
doing it, reality would be unpleasant. As if they were in a dream. He knew he
felt that way. He had barely played with her, but this joining had been more powerful
than with any sub, even his first.

"Thank you."

She smiled at him, and he leaned in for a kiss. Soft, slow,
and filled with a tenderness that he didn't know he was capable of. It amazed
him and stunned him how much he wanted to take care of her, to make sure she
was nurtured and loved. It was something that had him frowning as she settled
back down against her red pillows.

"Stop worrying."

He looked at her. 'What?"

"Stop worrying. You worry too much. Just sleep."

He shook his head and said, "You still think you can
boss me around?"

"In this, I can. Let's get some rest."

He smiled as he lay down and pulled her into his arms. The
woman had a lot to learn.

It was his last thought before falling asleep.

The University of Georgia fight song sounded on her phone,
and she groaned. Lord, she was tired, and she wanted to bury her head under the
covers. She rolled over and found the spot empty. Opening one eye, she looked
around for Conner but only found his side of the bed empty. She sat up,
irritated that he had left without saying anything, but then she noticed his
shirt on the chair beside her bed.

The ring started again, and she knew the only person under
that ringtone was Maura.

"Hey, Maura. Kind of early for you to call."

"It's ten in the morning there, and I can't get ahold
of Conner."

For a second, Jillian's brain just stopped working. It
stuttered to a stop, and she couldn't seem to get it to function again.

"Jillian? Is everything all right?"

Maura was starting to panic. Jillian had heard it enough
times to know what it sounded like.

"Maybe he's sleeping?"

"You know Conner. He doesn't sleep. Not this
late."

"He's on vacation."

She caught a movement out of the corner of her eye and saw
Conner standing there with nothing but the jean shorts he’d worn the night
before. They were zipped but not buttoned. Lordy, talk about a mind melt. With
the sun streaming in behind him, his skin looked almost golden. Men sucked
because she knew she looked like crap. All they had to do was get up and they
were sexy. His hair was a little mussed and she could imagine threading her
hands through the strands, moving it this way and that.

"Jillian!"

"What? Oh, sorry. I was distracted."

His lips twitched as he folded his arms across his chest.
The knowing look in his eyes told her he knew how he affected her. Damn the
man. It irritated her that he accepted her attraction so easily. She probably
looked like something the cat dragged in and here he was looking like a million
bucks.

"You don't think anything has happened to him?"
Maura asked, her voice filled with worry.

Jillian choked and then cleared her throat. "No, I
think he's fine."

He rolled his eyes and walked forward. He took the phone
from her.

"Hey, Maura. Is there a reason you need to get ahold of
me? Just a reminder, the doc said not to bother me with work."

He smiled at his own joke, but listened. "Tell him he
pays the retainer we asked for or we don't do the work."

Maura's voice sounded over the phone.

Conner shook his head. "I don't care. And he's fucking
with you. He has plenty of money to pay for it. He just doesn't want to do it.
He has always been cheap. Make sure he understands if he can’t pay, we’ll dump
him. But don’t say it like that. Be a little nice, but turn the screws."

Then Maura continued so apparently Conner thought it was a
good time to sit down on the bed beside Jillian. He was smiling when he bent
and brushed his mouth over hers. It wasn’t even a kiss really. It was just a
touch, done before she could even respond, but it had her body reacting
nonetheless. He nuzzled her neck as Maura started asking questions about his
night and why he hadn't answered his phone. She felt his tongue over her
earlobe, then his teeth. She couldn’t stop the hum that vibrated in her throat.

"I left it upstairs," he said, causing his breath
to feather over her flesh. She shivered in reaction.

Another round of questions followed, and he sat up. Jillian
could see that he was annoyed. She realized that answering to a younger sister,
one who had to answer to him for most of her life, wasn’t sitting well with
him. "Listen, I came down last night to chat with Jillian. She jumped my
bones and I completely forgot about my phone. Needless to say, she is ready to
jump my bones again so I figure I should let you go."

Maura was squawking as he hung up. He tossed her phone on
her bedside table.

She frowned at him. "Why did you tell her that?"

He shrugged. "It was true."

He moved to nuzzle her neck again. Her body started to heat,
and God, she wanted that. She wanted nothing more than to forget about the
phone call, but Maura was her best friend, and she didn’t want to mess that up.
She needed answers.

"Why did you tell her like that?"

"You did jump my bones," he said, his voice
deepening. She could hear the arousal simmering, building.

"Good lord, a nice time to get a sense of humor,
Conner."

"I've always had a sense of humor. I just kept it well
hidden. In my line of business, you have to be careful who you trust."

She sighed as he nibbled on her ear. She wanted to discuss
the issue of telling Maura, but he had a way of scrambling her brain. "Why
did you get out of bed?"

"To cook you breakfast."

Her eyes shot open. "Sex and breakfast? You are a
god."

He sat back and gave her a lopsided smile that had her heart
turning cartwheels in her chest. "All women say that after a night with
me."

Her throat was closing up at the sweetness of the man. He
had given her one of the best nights of her life and here he was, treating her
like a princess the next morning. Who would have known that Mr. Cold-Eyed FBI
agent and security expert would be so sweet? And just how was she going to keep
herself from falling in love with him?

She pushed that thought aside and concentrated on him.
Living in the moment was something she had done for years and she could do
without a thought now. Hopefully.

"Our waffles are going to get cold if I stay here much
longer. Why don't you get dressed and join me out in the kitchen?"

She smiled and gave him a kiss. "You got it."

He left her then, and she felt comfortable rubbing her chest
and trying to ease away the clutching of her heart. Lord, the man had been
there a week and he was getting to her. She’d allowed him things that she had
never allowed another man, and she wanted more. She knew if he asked for
something, she would do it. As if he had heard her thoughts, he poked his head
inside the door and said, "And make sure you wear a shirt, no
panties."

With that he left as if knowing she would follow his orders.
Of course she would. If he could repeat what he did to her, she would be happy
to sit anywhere without her panties. He was hard to resist before, but now that
he was being kind of adorable...no woman in her right mind would turn him away.

She slid out of bed and winced. She was in good shape, did
yoga on a regular basis, and was pretty active living in Hawaii. But last night
had shown her just how long her love life had been dormant. And even when she
had gotten someone in her bed, apparently it hadn’t been all that thrilling.
She closed her eyes as she brushed her teeth and tried to get her head out of
the clouds. Jillian understood they had tangled relations, mainly through
Maura. But that would not ensure a longer relationship. In fact, it would mean
this was just going to be a fling. If they kept it light, no one would get
hurt.