Bound Temptations: Stories of Temptation and Submission (24 page)

He moved again, slow, steady
strokes, stoking a fire low down in her belly.

He let go one of breast to
stroke a path down her spine, pausing to tease the crevice between
her cheeks. When he pressed against her anus, she
gasped.

“
I forget—how did you say
you felt about anal sex?” he asked.

She licked her lips. “I like
it.”

“
A little? A lot?” He pushed
one finger inside. “You like getting your ass fucked? A little? A
lot?”

“
A lot…”

“
So if I decide one day I
want to hear you begging me to fuck your ass, what will you
do?”

In the back of her mind, a
harsh, ugly voice tried to stir.

She shoved it back,
concentrated on Drake. “I’ll probably do it.”

“
Good girl. And what if I
say I want you to bend flat over that desk now and spread your
cheeks for me so I can see you?”

She moaned as the image shot
through her mind. Then, slowly, she eased her weight flat against
the desk, ignoring the pens, the papers, everything. Conscious of
his gaze, she reached back and grasped the curves of her ass,
spreading herself open for him.

“
That’s nice…”

He pulled
away and she realized he was backing up to stare at her. Craning
her head, she stared over her shoulder at him. His gaze, rapt and
dark, was cast down low and she whimpered, shuddered,
realizing
she
was
the reason he looked like that, the reason he looked so hungry. So
hot. The reason those lovely blue eyes had gone opaque, the reason
for the stark, hungry look.
Her
—Drake Bennett wanted
her
.

He shifted his gaze to hers.
“You like seeing me staring at you, don’t you?”

“
Yes.”

“
Good, because I like
looking at you. But I’m done being patient—I want to fuck you
now.”

Although he didn’t ask, she
heard the question there.

She nodded, closing her
eyes. She went to push up.

“
I didn’t say move,” he
warned her. “And I didn’t hear you.”

The command in his voice had
her shivering, shaking…aching. Easing back down, she whispered,
“Yes, Drake.”

“
Good girl…and open yourself
back up for me. I want to see you open for me like the nasty little
slut you are.”

She whimpered and obeyed,
barely aware that he was moving, barely aware of anything but the
intensity of his gaze focused on her ass, and the rich velvet of
his words.

“
I’m thinking about what it
will be like to fuck that ass, you know,” he muttered, his voice
gruff. “And I’m trying to decide how I want to fuck you next while
we work up to that.”

Dimly, she realized he was
distracting her—keeping her mind focused, and part of her wanted to
be grateful, even as part of her wanted to beg him to have mercy.
He had her so hot, she was already aching and it was almost too
much.

It
was
too much—she was all
but rocking against the desk for relief by the time he came back to
her.

When he touched her, she
braced herself, prepared for more hot, dirty words, but what he did
was stroke a hand along her hip. “You okay?”

“
Yes.”

“
Do you want to turn
around?”

She
tensed, then shook her head desperately. No—
no.
“And…don’t…don’t lay on me,
please…”

Soothingly, he stroked her
hair. “I won’t. Anything else?”

“
Be dirty,” she muttered,
slanted a look at him over her shoulder. “Really dirty, just like
you’re doing. Call me your little bitch, talk about giving it to me
in that ass—exactly what you’re doing. Whatever, just talk to me,
let me hear your voice.”

“
I’ll be as dirty as you
want,” he promised. “And I can’t wait to put my dick in your hot
little pussy. I want to know you want it, though—do you want my
dick in your hot little pussy, my sexy little bitch?”

“
Yes, oh yes…” She shuddered
and gripped the cheeks of her ass, harder, aching…dying.

“
Good girl,” he muttered.
“That’s what I needed to hear.”

She cried
out as she felt the head of his cock press against her, resting
just there—right at her entrance. But he didn’t
move
—

“
Damn it, Drake,” she
snarled, trying to push back, trying to take his length.

He chuckled. “You want it so
bad, don’t you, baby?” He gave her an inch and then pulled out.
“How do you want it, though? You want a slow, soft fuck? Dirty,
raunchy and fast, like the slut you are?”

She panted and let go of her
butt, bracing her elbows on the desk. Immediately, his hand fisted
in her hair, lifted her up. She keened out his name, twisted on his
dick. “You stopped,” he said quietly. “I like seeing you hold
yourself open for me, and you stopped.”

He rested one hand on the
curve of her ass.

She shuddered in delicious
anticipation. Was he going to—

“
I think you did it just so
I’d punish you,” he said, his voice harsh as he started to stroke
her hip with a slow, gentle circle. There was just an edge of
menace in his voice.

Enough to make her tense,
even as she clenched down around him.

“
Is that it, my nasty little
fuck toy? You want to be punished?”

She panted out, tugged
against the hand he had fisted in her hair.

“
Answer me,” he
growled.

“
Yes.”

He spanked her and she cried
out, arching back. That simple movement drove his cock deeper
inside her pussy. She clenched down around him with a sob. He
spanked her again and then used his right foot to nudge hers over.
“Close your legs. I want you tighter,” he muttered as he let go of
her hair and braced both hands on her hips. “Ah, yeah. Damn it,
Tania, you’re so fucking hot. I need you so bad…”

The naked emotion, the heat
left her trembling. “Drake, please…”

He shafted her, deep and
hard, each stroke sending her bouncing up onto her toes from the
force of it. Sweet, sweet pain sang through her and she cried out,
feeling the orgasm edge closer, closer.

A big hand cupped her left
breast, tweaking her nipple hard. “I want you to come for me,
Tawny,” he growled, dipping his head and pressing a kiss between
her shoulder blades. Still careful to keep his weight off of her,
he braced his hands on the desk, surrounding her with his body but
not overpowering her with it. “Push that cute little ass of yours
back against me, ride my dick and come.”

She shuddered and clenched
around him, sobbing. “I can’t. l—”

“
Yes, you can.” He pulled
one hand away from the desk and stroked it down the middle of her
torso, closing in on the area between her thighs where she ached
and burned.

She caught her breath,
braced for him to touch her clit.

He spanked her instead,
lightly swatting the swollen little bud with his fingers—hard, firm
little swats as he dug his cock into her. She tensed, shuddering.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Come…my hot, hot little bitch. Tell you
what, you come for me and I’ll let you suck me off again, or maybe
I’ll fuck the hot little hole of your ass, whatever makes you
hotter…”

With a broken cry, she
climaxed, shuddering around his cock and twisting, writhing, riding
him.

“
That’s it. Yeah, that’s
pretty…”

She listened to him talk her
through it, focused on his voice…and realized he was making her hot
all over again. Even as he was making her melt, in a completely
different way.

With a sigh, she sank
against his desk. But before she had a chance to relax, he turned
her over. “Stay there,” he whispered, pressing a hand between her
breasts.

She watched drowsily as he
pulled his rubber off and then palmed his cock and started to
stroke.

Her mouth parted.

He grinned at her, panting.
“You look like you’re getting hungry again,” he muttered as he
jacked himself hard and fast.

“
I’ve always loved watching
a guy do that,” she whispered, staring raptly at his erection, at
the tip, visible over his pumping fist.

When the spurt of white
jetted out and landed on her belly, she gasped, closed her eyes.
Drake leaned over, one hand braced next to her side. “You know, you
really could ruin me for any other woman,” he muttered, tracing the
tip of his finger through the come on her belly. “How did you get
to be so damn hot and sexy?”

She smiled
at him. “I like sex.” Then she shrugged. “It…well, I’d only been
with one other guy before Kyle and it wasn’t good with him. But
Kyle…and you. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying it…” Abruptly,
she grinned at him as she realized something. “And I’m not
afraid
of it right
now.”

Staring at him, she reached
up and curled her hands over his shoulders. “Come here.”

Lids low over his eyes, he
muttered, “I’ve made a mess all over you.”

“
I don’t care. Come here…”
She gasped as she felt his weight pressing into her. Gasped, then
smiled. “Make love to me,” she whispered.

He glanced around and his
gaze landed on the packet of rubbers.

She let go long enough for
him to pull one on and then she pulled him back to her, wrapped her
arms around his shoulders. “No…no games this time. Just make love
to me,” she said, pressing her mouth to his.

He cupped her face in his
hands and whispered, “Gladly…”

Tears stung her eyes as she
lost herself in the gentle, almost worshipful touch of his hands,
his kisses. No, she didn’t need fun and games all the
time.

Sometimes,
she needed just this—and just
then
, she needed it desperately. She
reveled in the feel of his weight, in his strength, knowing that
he’d never use it against her in a way that would harm her, scar
her.

She ran her hands along his
sides, his arms, learning the feel of his body, the way muscle
played under flesh. She learned his taste, learned that he
shuddered when she stroked the small of his back, that he groaned
when she sank her nails into the taut flesh of his ass.

And she learned that when he
brought her to climax with care and ease, he managed to bring tears
to her eyes and an ache to her heart.

Chapter Six

“
What are we doing here?”
Tania stared as Drake pulled into the parking lot of the small
store. The bright white sign, marked with purple script, glowed
down on them as he came around to let her out.

“
Picking something up,” he
said obliquely. He gave her a crooked smile as he opened the door
and held out a hand. She scooted to the edge of the seat, awkwardly
trying to stand as best she could without flashing the entire
parking lot—thankfully it was empty.

You’ve
only got yourself to blame for this
, she
told herself. That morning she’d woken up and texted Drake a
message on impulse.
I want to play
tonight
.

His reply
had been:
Wear the red coat and heels. Only
the red coat and heels
.

She was stark naked under
it. It was a little too cold for it, but he had the heater nice and
toasty when he picked her up. “We’re not going to a movie or
anything, are we?” she’d asked him nervously.

He’d given her a wicked
smile. “I’d never even thought about that.”

He didn’t take her to a
movie, though. Just here to this store infamous for its sexy
lingerie and sexy toys.

With his hand resting on the
small of her back, he led her inside. “Gee, do I get to pick out
some clothes to wear?” she quipped.

His hand slid down, rested
just above the curve of her ass. “No. I like thinking about you
naked under there for me.” Then he dipped his head and murmured,
“You know what? I think I might have you open that coat up for me
in the back room, let me take a peek…”

“
No,” she
snarled.

“
No?” He nipped her earlobe,
squeezed her ass.

They rounded the corner and
she gulped when she saw that the back room where all the toys were
kept was empty. Drake glanced around and then pulled her in front
of him. “No? You don’t want to show me that hot little body of
yours and know I’m thinking about it while we’re driving to my
place? That I’m going out of my mind knowing there’s nothing
between us but red leather?”

She bit her lip, toyed with
the belt. But before it even became an issue, the bell over the
front door rang, and a minute later, a bunch of giggly young women
flooded the back room as well.

Drake
moved to her side, slipping an arm around her waist. “Saved by the
bell and the bride,” he teased, nodding toward the woman wearing a
white T with a sash announcing
I’m the
Bride
!