Bound Temptations: Stories of Temptation and Submission (23 page)

The slow, deep, gentle kiss
he gave her left her nerves sizzling, burning…and if she wasn’t
already so frazzled, she might have decided right then and there
that she was ready for more.

Five times that day she
almost called, almost backed out. She didn’t, though. Remembered
the way he’d looked at her as he explained why he was doing this.
Not just because he liked the idea of screwing her.

But because he had feelings
for her—

It was humbling, even as it
awed her. He’d felt something for her for a long time, even when
she’d been married. All these years, and it hadn’t
faded.

This
was
Drake
, and it
should have weirded her out.

The fact that it didn’t was
why, in the end, she didn’t back out of the date.

When he knocked, she
answered the door wearing one of her favorite little black dresses.
Sweet, simple, sexy, without being too dressy.

“
You look gorgeous,” he
whispered.

“
Thank you.” She blushed,
accepting the flowers he held out, touched. It had been so long
since she’d received a gift from a man, so long since she’d gotten
a simple, honest compliment. It made her heart race, even as it
warmed some dark, cold spot in her heart.

She’d missed this, she
realized. A lot.

“
So what movie are we going
to see?” She turned back to him with a nervous smile, unsure what
else to say, what to talk about. Dating was something else she was
no longer comfortable with.

But then he caught her hand,
lifted it to his lips.

And she forgot all about
being uncomfortable.

Watching a movie could be
foreplay.

Yeah, logically, Drake knew
this, but he’d forgotten it.

And this movie involved next
to no physical contact, either. He could remember movies where he’d
all but had sex in the back corner, back in his wilder
youth.

Nothing more risqué happened
this time than him holding her hand, but he was so acutely aware of
Tania, that was enough.

He found himself wondering
what color her bra was, what sort of panties she wore.

All throughout the
movie.

And because of that, when it
ended, he didn’t trust himself to go into her house with her.
Ending it on a chaste note seemed wise.

She smiled at him, bemused
when he kissed her good-night after unlocking her door.

“
That’s it? No necking, no
nothing?”

He pinched her chin. “In
your control, remember?”

And before she could say
anything else, he nudged her inside and closed the door behind
her.

My
control
.

Tania woke up Friday, after
a wet dream so vivid, she’d been on the verge of climax.

Okay, this was
unreal.

Two dates. And whatever
Monday night counted as.

They’d had two dates and
Monday, and she was already so hot for him, she was masturbating in
her sleep.

She’d hoped for more
Wednesday night, had even worn a shorter skirt, a sexier shirt.
Flirted. And he’d responded with a brief kiss. A whispered
good-night.

Groaning, she grabbed the
phone.

Then she stopped.

If it was really in her
control, then she needed to make the move.

Right?

Chapter Five

When Tania came into his
garage late Friday, Drake was in a foul mood.

Bad enough that he was dying
of sexual frustration, but work was going to hell in a handbasket,
too.

The payroll had gotten
screwed up, a delivery had gotten screwed up, one of his customers
had been the biggest asshole and it had taken everything he had not
to tell the guy to shove it—if he was going to abuse his car like
that, then he was going to have to expect some hefty price tags
when it came to maintenance.

What Drake wanted most was a
beer, a dark room and silence.

At least that was what he’d
thought.

Until Tania walked
in.

They’d had two dates that
week. A movie on Tuesday. Dinner on Wednesday. And Monday. He
couldn’t forget Monday if he tried.

Nice, friendly easy dates
that ended with nothing more than polite, almost chaste
kisses.

They
hadn’t had anything planned for today, though. Right now, Drake was
trying to figure out
why
. Just looking at her made everything
better.

Her heels rang on the tile
floor as she stopped in the doorway. “I saw Lou leaving on my way
in. He said he was locking up. Everybody else gone?”

“
Yeah.” He leaned back,
smiled at her, although he knew it was probably tired and strained.
“I was going to call you later, see if you want to go out
tomorrow.”

She licked her
lips.

His heart skipped a beat as
she reached up and trailed a fingertip down her neck, pausing at
the deep vee of the coat she wore.

It stopped just above her
knees.

Fire-engine red leather, he
noticed.

Just about the same shade as
her heels.

Just about the same shade as
her lipstick.

She’d twisted her hair up
into a complicated twist that left her neck bare, and pretty gold
spirals hung from her ears.

“
You look awful nice
tonight,” he said, his voice strained. “Maybe I could shower. Take
you out tonight. Since you dressed up.”

“
I didn’t dress up to go
out, Superman,” she murmured.

Superman
—

His brain went all hazed and
hot.

Then she straightened away
from the door and reached for the belt of her jacket.

All the blood in his head
drained away as he realized she was naked under that thing—naked
save for a pair of red lace panties and those oh so sexy fuck-me
shoes.

He swallowed, curling his
hands around the armrests of his office chair. “You didn’t,
huh?”

“
No.” She remained standing
there, the coat open, revealing her to his hungry, hungry eyes.
“You said the rest was in my control. Well…here I am. And I’m
giving the control to you.”

“
You sure about that? You’re
ready to try for more?”

Tania’s
eyes lowered. Her naked breasts rose and fell on a nervous sigh
before she murmured, “I
want
to be ready. But we’ll have to see what happens.
Is that okay?”

“
Yes.” He blew out a low,
rough breath, slumped deeper in the chair, staring at her.
Absently, he pressed his hand against his aching cock.

“
Close your coat for a
minute, and close the blinds. I don’t want anybody else seeing
those pretty tits.”

Her eyes went dark, opaque,
and she caught her breath as she secured her coat. With slow, lazy
movements, she strolled over to the window, lowering the blinds so
nobody could see in.

“
Take the coat off, then,”
he said quietly. “Hang it up.”

A smile curled her lips as
she did just that.

“
How far you want to try and
go tonight, Tania?” he asked softly.

“
As far as we can,” she
said. “If we can have sex, I want to.”

Drake nodded. Then he
glanced down at his coveralls, grimaced. “I haven’t cleaned up.”
He’d washed his hands, his arms, but there was still grease on him
somewhere, probably. The coveralls would have kept the worst of it
off of him. But still… “You want me to shower?”

She shook her
head.

Drake nodded.

Then he stood up, unzipped
the coveralls, kicking out of them and leaving them in a pile by
his desk. Moving out from behind it, he leaned against the front,
staring at Tania—her face, only her face. “Come in here and kneel,”
he said softly, nodding toward the middle of the office. There was
carpet there—not much, but something—it would keep her from being
on her knees on the bare floor.

She did so, coming inside
and going to her knees, four feet away from him.

He pushed off the desk and
moved over to her, reaching out to touch her mouth. “Did you bring
anything with you?” He didn’t generally have sex in his office.
There wasn’t any birth control here to be found.

“
In the pocket of the coat,”
she said.

“
Good. Unzip me. I want to
see that mouth wrapped around my cock.”

Her lashes fluttered and he
watched her breasts rise and fall on a ragged breath. Her fingers,
cool and soft, closed around him after she’d freed him and he
swallowed a groan as she leaned in and took him into her mouth.
“That’s it…suck me off.”

She whimpered.

“
Fuck, I love how hot it
makes you just listening to me talk.” He reached up and pushed his
fingers into the neat mass of her hair, dislodging pins and sending
half of the honey brown mess tumbling to her shoulders. “Your hair
looks so pretty, so neat and proper. Or it did…”

He used his hold on her head
to guide her as he surged against her mouth, fucking her throat
deep and slow, watching as her face turned pink, as the excitement
rose in her eyes.

“
Damn it, you got any idea
how sexy it is, watching you?” he grunted as she took him deep,
then deeper. “That’s it… Ah, yeah, suck it. My hot little bitch, I
fucking love how you do that…”

She was whimpering more,
louder, and rocking, using her hand to work him as well.

“
That’s it,
deeper…deeper…ah, fuck…suck it. Suck it deeper.”

He arched his hips, moving
faster. She swallowed and he groaned as the head of his cock slid
deeper, nudging the back of her throat, going farther.

“
Oh, hell. Hot little
slut—swallow me,” he grunted, panting, staring at her. Damn it, she
was amazing. He couldn’t believe this, anything. She was so
responsive and every little thing seemed to turn her on—all of it,
the act, his words, every little thing seemed to turn her on, make
her hotter, and that just fired his own need even more. His cock
swelled, his balls ached.

Then she stroked a hand up
and closed her fingers around his sac. His eyes damned near
crossed. Swearing, he shot a hand downward, closing his fingers
around her, making her squeeze tighter. At the same time, he moved
faster, settling on a deeper, shallower rhythm. “Oh, hell.
Tawny…damn it…I…”

His head fell back, the rest
of the words lodged inside. With a growl, he came, shooting it down
her throat. Watching as her cheeks hollowed out while she moved, as
she took it, drank it down.

When he pulled away, she
continued to pump him, tried to follow with her mouth until he
tangled his hand in her hair and jerked. “Stop,” he
ordered.

She panted, staring up at
him, her neck arched.

He swore, closed his eyes,
that picture emblazoned on his mind—her breasts arched out, her
mouth swollen and wet, hair half hanging in a tangle down her
back.

His control, shaky around
her already, threatened to teeter out of control. “Maybe we should
call it quits for now,” he rasped.

“
No.” She stared at him, her
gaze hotly challenging.

“
Damn it, Tania. I’m a mess
right now and I don’t want to scare you—”

She shook her head. “If I
tell you to stop, you will. I know you will.
Right…Superman?”

The word
served as a reminder—it was both a challenge and a promise, one
that brought a cold slap of sanity to his mind. During sex, that
meant
stop
.

Taking a deep breath, he
nodded.

He could do this.

She needed it.

And
fuck
, he needed
her.

“
Stand up.”

She did, wobbling a little
from being on her knees so long. She went to step out of the heels,
but he shook his head. “Keep them on. I want to see you bent over
my desk, wearing just those.”

She blushed and moved to do
just that.

As she leaned over the
dented metal, he caught her panties and drew them down, tossing
them aside after she’d stepped out of them. Then, wondering if she
was really up to this, he moved closed and pressed against
her.

She stiffened, her spine
arching.

Oh…

Tania whimpered as his hands
came around and cupped her breasts, his fingers pinching her
nipples lightly. “Like that?”

“
Harder,” she whimpered.
Then she moved her butt back against him. He hadn’t pulled his
jeans back up and she could feel his length like a brand against
her ass.