Bound Temptations: Stories of Temptation and Submission (29 page)

“
No.” He caught her face in
his hands, rubbed his mouth against hers, gentle and
soft.

But she
didn’t want gentle, didn’t want soft. She wanted,
needed
something she could
control. Him—damn it, she could control him, and she knew he
wouldn’t hurt her. Knew he’d stop if he scared her. She was sick
and damn tired of letting her memories and her fear dominate her
and she was
done
.

“
Damn it, you don’t need
this tonight,” he said harshly.

“
I
get to say what I need, damn it.” She backed away
from him, staring at him challengingly as she reached for the
buttons on her shirt. She undid them one at a time. “And I want my
damn fantasies back. I want you to bend me over, hold me down,
however you want it—I don’t
care
, but I want my fantasies back.
Make me take you. Make me beg. Give me control over my fantasies
back, Drake.”

She opened her blouse and
then reached for the zipper of her jeans, undoing it but not
lowering them.

Drake stared at her.
Reaching up, he rubbed the back of his hand over his mouth and
muttered, “Fuck.”

Moving up to him, she
stroked him through his jeans, watching him through her lashes. “We
can even pretend a little, if you want. You just took me out, I
played cocktease all night…and now you want to make me
pay…”

“
No.” But he slid his hands
down her back, then up, curving one over the back of her neck. He
kissed her, but it was a gentle, soft kiss.

A
make-it-all-better kiss. Damn it, that wasn’t what she needed. He
couldn’t kiss this all better. She bit his tongue and when he
jerked back, panting, she reached for the button of his jeans. “You
want to help me. This is what I need, damn it. I
need
something that’s
under
my
control.”
She opened his jeans, reached inside, closed her hand around
him.

He groaned
and arched into her hand. As she stroked him with quick, demanding
motions, she leaned in, pressed her mouth to his chest. “I need to
control something…and I want it to be you. It
has
be you. Give me what I need,
Drake.”

“
Damn it, Tawny.” He closed
his hand around hers, stopped her. Then he fisted his other hand in
her hair, kissed her deep and hard. When he lifted his head, he
demanded, “You sure? All out? Where do I stop?”

“
You
don’t. I want
everything
—no holding back, push me as hard as you can, whatever you
want.”

“
And what about holding you
down? Restraining you?”

She blinked. Then, feigning
a casualness she couldn’t quite feel, she shrugged. “Just don’t
cover my mouth. Don’t do that, and I won’t care.”

He set his jaw. Closed his
eyes.

“
And I’m going to fight you.
Hard. I’m going to fight, I’m going to run, I’m going to do my
damnedest—and I don’t want you to stop,” she warned him. “I’m going
to try to hurt you.”

He nodded slowly, lifting
his lashes to stare at her. “Take off your shirt first. I want your
bra off.”

She lifted a brow and then
did it. “Why?”

“
So I can see your nipples
through your shirt. You want to play at being a cocktease, do it
right.” He tried to smile, but it fell flat. His eyes were grim as
he stripped the shirt off, then her bra.

Goose bumps broke out over
her flesh as he slid her back into her shirt and buttoned the
bottom few buttons, leaving the rest undone. “Bend over and suck me
off,” he muttered.

She pressed her breasts
against his chest, stroked his face. “I told you I was going to
fight you. You sure you feel safe doing that?”

“
You won’t bite me there.”
He cupped her rump, squeezed. “Besides, we’re still getting into
the swing of things. We’re still outside and you’re teasing me.
You’re going to suck on me until I almost come, then you’ll
stop.”

She
shuddered and started to go to her knees, but he stopped her. “I
said
bend
over.”

Heat jolted through her and
she backed away, awkwardly bent. He held his cock in one hand,
fisted the other in her hair, holding it out of the way. “Yeah,
that’s good…” He rocked, pushing his cock deeper than he normally
did, harder, forcing her to take it to the back of her throat
repeatedly.

She groaned,
swallowed.

“
Can you deep-throat me?” he
growled.

Slowly, hesitantly, she took
him deep, as deep as she could, and then she swallowed.

She went to pull back, but
he forced her to hold it a few more seconds before he let her pull
back.

“
Again,” he
ordered.

She gasped for air around
him.

“
Again
.” This time, he spanked her
out-thrust ass. She gasped and he took advantage of it to push
deep.

She groaned and let him do
it.

He rocked and thrust,
alternating between deep thrusts that all but stole her breath and
shallow ones, spanking her when she didn’t take him deep enough,
and praising her. “Hot little bitch…that’s a good girl…”

She felt his balls drawing
tight, knew he was close.

Stiffening, she pulled
away.

Giving him a prissy smile,
she said, “I think we should stop now.”

Drake stared at her. There
was heat in his eyes, but caution. His hands caught her face, his
thumb stroking over her swollen mouth. “Tawny, baby…just turn
around. I’ll fuck you good and hard, and you’ll…”

“
No
.”

She jerked away. “I’m going
inside now. You’ll just have to go home and take a cold
shower.”

With her
eyes, she begged him…
I need
this…

Drake closed his eyes,
swallowed.

Then, he took a steadying
breath, held it for a moment before he looked at her. “You can’t
fucking tease a guy like that, baby,” he said, his voice low and
menacing. “Get me that hard and then stop.”

“
You’ve got a hand.” She
turned away and started down the hall.

“
And you’ve got a hot little
pussy,” he growled.

She started to
run.

He came after her, although
he didn’t catch her until she was in his bedroom.

His arms came around her,
his breathing ragged. “Tania, please…”

“
Damn it,
Drake. Just
stop. I need
this
. I’m taking my fantasies back, damn
it. All of them.” She shoved against him, breaking free and
spinning around to glare at him. “I want to take
everything
back…starting
now.”

“
Baby…”

“
Stop it.” She shook her
head. “You want to help me? Then do what I asked. Take that
image—take away what I learned tonight and give me something
else.”

“
Rough sex doesn’t take away
the memory of a rape, doesn’t undo the fact that somebody was
stalking you, spying on you,” he said hoarsely.

“
No—but
being in control takes away
his
control. It takes away
her
control
. It helps me take back something
he
took from
me.
Don’t you get it? I need that, and you’re the only one I can
trust…” Her voice broke. She shoved him again. “I
need this
. I want you to
fuck me while I’m fighting you. And
I
need to win this time—I get
what
I need
, and
that’s to be in control.
I
need to be in control. Don’t you get
it?”

The plea in her eyes got
through. Yeah. Maybe he did. He reached out, gently caught the
front of her shirt and pulled her against him. “And if I scare you,
hurt you… Tania, I love you. If I scare you, it’s going to kill me.
Do you understand that?”

To his
surprise, she smiled. “Yes. That’s why I know I can do
this—because
you
won’t hurt me, you
won’t scare
me.”

He groaned and lowered his
head, pressed his brow to hers. “But what if I do? It will kill me,
damn it.”

“
You’d
never do anything to scare me—not intentionally. I know that, even
if you don’t. And I don’t know if you could even
un-
scare me.” She cupped
his face, kissed him gently. Then she caught his free hand, lifted
it to the front of her shirt. “But I need this, Drake—I
need this
. Until I take
some control away from his memory, from Gail—I’m going to be stuck
with too much fear.”

I need
this…
As he stared into her dark brown eyes,
his heart broke a little more. She needed it, and even though his
body was screaming for it, his heart was breaking. She needed it,
and he’d give it to her. But he hated it. Swallowing, he leaned
forward, pressed his lips to hers. “I love you,” he
rasped.

Then, easing back, still
holding her gaze, he gave her shirt a harsh jerk, then a second,
and a third, until it was ripped open down the center.

“
You little cocktease. You
go ahead…fight me,” he said gruffly, unable to put as much command
into his voice as he knew he needed. His mind was still too
battered—too raw.

“
Drake…it’s
okay…”

Okay?
Shit, no, it wasn’t okay, he
thought. He didn’t think he’d ever be
okay
again. How could either of them
be? But she stood there, staring at him. Waiting…and smiling. That
trust in her eyes, and that need. That naked
need.

He caught her wrists,
twisted them behind her back. Forcing her back, he kissed her
roughly, using his tongue to force her teeth apart. She bit him.
And even though he couldn’t believe he was doing this, his body was
already reacting—his cock surged, throbbed. Turning the reins over,
he pushed his thigh between hers, and when she resisted, he pushed
her harder.

She jerked against his hold,
harder. Harder. He shifted her wrists to one hand and jerked her
jeans to her knees, revealing lacy black panties. He caught them in
his fist and jerked it up so that the lace bit into soft, sensitive
flesh, staring down at her.

Her lashes fluttered and she
rocked against him. “You like it,” he muttered.

“
No.” She looked at him,
tried to jerk away.

“
You do. I bet your pussy is
already wet, all but begging for my dick.” She jerked away and he
let her go. Saw the glint of triumph in her eyes. He caught her
again, jerked her up against him. “You can’t get away that easy.
I’m bigger. Stronger. You’ll do what I tell you.”

She hit him.

“
You think that’s going to
do it?” He hefted her onto the bed and tore her jeans off. She
kicked at him. Some of them he dodged, others he didn’t. She caught
him in the gut and he grunted, welcome the pain even as his breath
rushed out of him. “Keep fighting, damn it. Won’t stop anything,”
he said as he came down on top of her.

She jerked her knee up and
he shifted just in time, grimaced as she almost caught him square
in the balls. Her eyes were wild—heat burned there. Heat.
Desperation. And determination. Fuck. It almost killed him just to
look at her.

Wrapping her in a bear hug,
he hauled her off the bed, forced her to the floor, turning her
around so that her ass was pressed snug against him. He couldn’t do
this in the bed, and he couldn’t come down on top of her—it had
scared her before, just the thought of it. What if it brought back
those memories? Fuck, what was he doing?

No, not on the bed. And he
couldn’t lie on her either, couldn’t stare her in the eyes—couldn’t
keep kissing her either. What if she tried to call it off and he
didn’t understand? She slammed back with her head and although he
saw it coming, he didn’t try to move. When she caught him in the
mouth, he welcomed it, welcomed the rush of pain, even as he
swallowed his own blood.

Yes.

This was
what she needed. Tania grinned in savage satisfaction as she swung
back with an elbow, caught Drake in the gut. In her mind, though,
it wasn’t
exactly
Drake—it was, but it wasn’t.

“
On your hands and knees,”
he ordered, forcing her down.

He shoved her panties to her
knees and she clenched her thighs together. “I won’t make it easy
for you,” she snarled, trying to kick back.

“
Good.” His voice was
hoarse, thick. And when she glanced backward, she thought his hands
were shaking. He pressed against her, naked—no rubber—

When he would have pulled
away, she paused. “I’m on the pill. And I’m clean. I don’t want
anything between us.”