Be My Bad Boy (7 page)

He hesitated. He knew
damn well he wouldn’t, but the lilt in her voice told him the scenario excited
her. “As hard as it would be, yes, I would.”

“Okay,” she said.
“I’ll do it.”

“You’re sure?”

“I want to see you so
badly I’ll do anything.”

He smiled. “I’ll hold
you to that, my love. This time tomorrow, all will be revealed.”

She let her breath
out loudly, and again he heard the need in it. “I’m going to go crazy
tomorrow.”

“Go out with your
friends.”

“I’d end up telling
them, and they’d all freak out and call the cops.”

He understood that.
He would do the same in their position. “So why are you coming to me? Why did
you let a stranger make love to you tonight?”

“You aren’t a
stranger. You know me so well.”

“No, I’m not a
stranger, but you still don’t know who I am. I might be a professional liar.”

“You aren’t. I could
feel it.” She moaned. “Tell me,” she pleaded with a breathy whisper.

The desire in her
moan made him ache. “Are you touching yourself?” he whispered.

“Of course I am. I
have been since you answered the phone. I’m wet and want you inside me again.”

“Tell me what you’re
doing.” His cock hardened, and he began to stroke it.

“Rubbing
my clit.”
She took several breaths.
“Sliding my fingers into my pussy.”

“
Mmmm
.”
He pulled his cock
out of his boxers. “Imagine me licking you, sucking your clit.”

She gasped. “Your
mouth felt amazing as you ate my pussy. I can almost feel it just remembering.”
She gave a little cry of pleasure that made his cock jump in his hand.

He closed his eyes.
Everything was so perfect. He’d wanted to have that kind of effect on her, and
now he knew he had. He longed to hold her and kiss her. Soon, he hoped, she
would be in his bed and his arms every night. “I’m glad you enjoyed it. You
looked
so
beautiful as I licked and teased you. You
tasted so good, my love.” He was ready to come. In a hard, commanding voice, he
said, “Make yourself come, Katie. I want to hear you come.”

She cried out seconds
later, moaning and sighing. She sounded so sexy. He remembered how good she’d
felt when she came, and he achieved orgasm. Hot cum spilled over his hand, and
a wave of pleasure washed over him. He groaned loudly.
“Oh,
Katie.
I can’t wait until tomorrow night. I need to feel you close
again.”

“I can’t either. I
want to be near you. I want to sleep in your arms once we’re both spent.”

His heart swelled at
her words. “It may be nearly dawn by then, but I want that too, more than you
know. You’ll understand when you know the truth. You’ll see why I’ve done all
this.”

“I hope so. I also
hope you won’t stop. You’re good at these kinds of games, and
I’m loving
it.”

“So will I be
forgiven for not giving in to your pleas to know who I am?”

“I suppose.” She
sighed again. He adored the sound. “It’s still driving me crazy. It’s sexy,
yes, but it’s also maddening.”

“The
perfect combination.”

“Like us?”

He smiled. “Yes, my
love. We need each other. Only people like us understand such complex
pleasures, and I look forward to sharing many more with you. We’re going to be
perfect together.”

She laughed. “You’ve
already convinced me of that.”

“I thought I had. Sleep
well. You’ll be in my arms the next time you fall asleep, I swear.”

“I can’t wait.”

She hung up before he
could say anything else. He let out a deep breath. At every turn, she reacted
as he’d planned. She didn’t even know his name, but her heart knew that she
could trust him, that she could love him. He felt her heart opening to him, and
he smiled as he anticipated the surprise on her face when she found out her bad
boy’s true identity.

Chapter Five

Katie woke up much
earlier than she usually did, and she couldn’t go back to sleep. She showered,
washed and dried her hair, and packed an overnight bag.
That
only made her think
of him. She fixed coffee and checked her email,
which unfortunately didn’t take very long at all. She glanced through her mail
from the day before and read a few newspaper articles online. To her
disappointment, she only managed to kill forty minutes.

She went for a walk
around her block. The brisk autumn air and the light breeze calmed her. She
knew she could make it until six. No matter how slowly time passed, eventually
she would be with him again.

She sat in the park
for ten minutes watching people playing with their children and their dogs.
When her thoughts began to drift to very inappropriate avenues, she decided to
head back home. She went in and grabbed her bag so she could head to the
office. No one would be around, so she could pull out the files on the
fundraiser without anyone wondering why she was looking at them. He might have
misled her in some ways, but his smile at her mention of the fundraiser
convinced her he had really been there. Looking at the volunteers sign up sheet
might jog her memory.

She made it downtown
quicker than usual, and for once was able to navigate her way across campus
without having to dodge students who thought they could make up their own
driving rules. She entered the parking deck and slid her car into a space right
next to the elevator. She took it up to the street and walked over to her
building, nodding to the security guard in the lobby as she went up to her
office. A laugh escaped as she headed for the stairs. Taking them would
kill
 
more
time.

She sat at her desk
for a minute straightening things before locking her bag in one of the drawers
and retrieving the keys to the filing room. She found the file immediately, and
flipped through it until she got to the very back and found the sign up sheet.
She read every single name on it, but it didn’t help. Many of the names
conjured faces right away. Others left her with a completely blank. She marked
all the ones she couldn’t put a face to and went to her computer. She scanned
the list again as she waited for her computer to boot up.

Katie logged into the
university database and began searching the employee directory. She checked
every single name, examining each picture closely, but she still didn’t find a
match. She sighed. She would never be able to find the names of any volunteers
who hadn’t put their name on the sign up sheet.

She shut her computer
down and sat facing the window. The sun spilled onto the carpet in front of
her. She pushed her disappointment away. Meeting her mystery man and greeting
him by name that night would have been fun. She let memories of his touch take
over as she leaned back in her chair. She knew she’d still have fun, if she
survived the rest of the boring day without him.

* * * *

Peter had been
watching her in the rearview mirror for thirty minutes, and he couldn’t stand
not being able to touch her any longer. She had done everything he had told her
to do. He’d pulled up in front of her house in a limousine and honked. She had
come out with an overnight bag and hopped in the back. Once she was in, she’d
immediately put the blindfold on. She’d done it without question or hesitation,
and then she had folded her hands in her lap and sat back. He had twisted and
turned all around the downtown area to confuse her. Once she’d sighed, and he’d
almost pulled the limo over and jumped in the back with her. Making love in the
back of the limo would have been fun, but he wanted to get her back to his
house.

He pulled into the
garage and waited for the door to close completely. He got out and stood by the
limo for a few minutes before opening her door. She hadn’t removed her
blindfold.

“I like how well you
obeyed,” he said.

She turned her head
at the sound of his voice.
“As much as you like keeping me
waiting?”

He got in the
backseat with her. He took a second silk blindfold and wrapped it around her
wrists, binding them together. He tied her hands to the clothing hook above the
window. He went down on his knees and reached under her skirt to pull her
panties off. He fingered her and groaned. She was wet enough to take already. “I
love keeping you waiting if it gets you this wet.” He ran his finger over her
mouth. She licked her lips before taking his finger into her mouth and sucking
it. He couldn’t wait for her to wrap those lips around his cock, but right now
he wanted to taste her and make her come. He pushed her skirt up and lowered
his mouth to her pussy.

She arched and moaned
underneath him. Her breathing quickened, and her thighs began to tremble. He
held her still as he ran his tongue inside of her. He’d wanted another taste of
her all day. He loved how she had gotten so aroused just anticipating his
touch. She tasted sweet and musky. He worked his tongue and teeth over her clit
until she cried out in bliss. He slid his fingers into her vagina as she
reached orgasm. He loved watching her convulse and shake. She squeezed his
fingers hard, and he stroked her to heighten her pleasure.

“You’re breathtaking
when you come,” he whispered in a husky voice. He let his thumb slide over her
clit, and she jerked and sighed. When she licked her lips, he raised his hand
to her mouth again. She eagerly sucked three of his fingers. She looked
perfect: blindfolded, her wrists bound and his fingers sliding slowly in and
out of her mouth.

He pulled his fingers
away from between her lips. She leaned her head against her hands, looking
sated and lovely. He stroked her cheek with his other hand. “I’m glad you
appreciate your own taste. It’s unique and intoxicating.” He leaned up and
kissed her lips. He licked both of them slowly and made her sigh. “I knew I
would love the taste of your essence as much as I love you.”

He untied her and
helped her out of the backseat, then led her into the house. He took his time
getting to the bedroom. Watching her proved to be a lot of fun. She had to
trust him, and her complete submission made him love her more every second. He’d
known he was in love with her the day he realized the depth of his emotional
and physical desire for her. He closed and locked the door to his bedroom. Her
head tilted when she heard the lock click behind her.

He debated his next
move for a few seconds, resting his hands gently on her shoulders. “If the door
being locked frightens you, I’ll tell you who I am now. Before you answer, just
know that I really want to make love to you like this again. It’s so erotic being
with you this way, and once you know who I am, we can never get this feeling
back. I love the way you react to me.” He hesitated. “You did say you like
these kinds of games. I look forward
to a future inventing
new ones
with you.”

She leaned back
against him. “I’ll react the same way when you touch me tomorrow. How could I
not?” She rubbed her body against his. “But I like this too. I want to explore
with you, but you’re right. We can never get this exact feeling back. I can
wait a little longer.” She turned her head and kissed his hand. Then she bit it
gently. “Tell me what you want. I’ll obey.”

His cock ached at her
words. He pressed her hips closer to make sure she felt his cock against her
ass. Her sharp intake of breath made him harder. “Undress for me.”

She unzipped her
dress and pulled it off her shoulders. Since she hadn’t worn a bra and her panties
lay discarded on the limo floor, she stood before him naked within seconds. She
stepped out of her heels and he walked around her slowly, running his fingers
lightly over her stomach and breasts. He moved her hair and ran one finger down
her spine. He’d never seen a more exquisite woman. Her soft curves begged to be
caressed. He kissed the nape of her neck and made her shiver. He loved how
sensitive her neck was. He imagined her growing wetter every single time his
lips ran over her skin there. He slowly kissed a trail down her spine. He ran
his hand over both her ass cheeks and stood up.

“Walk forward three
steps.”

She did so.

“There’s a bed there.
Put out your hands and bend over it. Spread your legs for me.”

She tentatively
reached out and found the footboard. She stretched her hands across it and bent
over, spreading her legs and presenting herself to him.

As he watched her, he
thought of every time he’d wanted to slap her on the ass, grab her and pull her
into a fiery kiss, bend her over a table and fuck her. Having permission to do
all those things made him feel
virile.
He’d held back
with every woman he’d ever been with, and it had almost cost him the one woman
he could love forever. Weakness and submission were two very different things
to him, and he believed she felt the same. Submission wasn’t about force—it was
an act of trust and love. Submitting to a lover in the truest sense could be so
fulfilling, and he wanted to give her that kind of fulfillment by being the man
she would love submitting to. He felt like they were almost there, like she
understood him. Over the months they had been apart and he had continued to
want her, he had come to believe she would be the perfect mate he longed for.
Their first union had been very encouraging. He had never wanted a timid
partner. He wanted an independent, intelligent woman who would find satisfaction
in submitting to his desires because they were also hers. She was all he’d ever
wanted and more, and their union would continue to give them both unspeakable
pleasures. He had worried once he would never find a woman who felt exactly as
he did, who would want to lead this kind of sensual existence filled equally
with both lust and love, but now he had. The power between them could not be
denied. He ran a firm hand up her back. “We were made for each other.” He
slapped her hard on the ass.