Bound Temptations: Stories of Temptation and Submission (30 page)

He groaned. “Fuck, Tania.
You’re killing me…” He bent over her, his head pressed to her
back.

His voice
sounded tortured—tormented. Part of her knew she was pushing this
too hard, but she needed—
needed
this—
her
to control something, damn it. Her way, all her
way.

“
I won’t make it easy for
you,” she snarled again, and as she said it, she shoved back,
forcing the first two inches of his cock inside her
pussy.

He stiffened. Then
straightened. “I don’t care if you make it easy or not, bitch.” He
swatted her ass.

She shrieked and
jerked.

He caught her hips and
pulled her back. “You can’t get away.”

“
You can’t stop me,” she
panted, shoving upright onto her knees, struggling against his
hands. When he wrapped his arms around her tightly, she slammed her
head back against his shoulder, glaring at him.
“Bastard.”

He freed one arm and spanked
her clit. He didn’t give her that cocky, hot smile she’d come to
expect, just watched her solemnly. “You want it. You’re hot and
you’re tight.”

“
Pig.”

He craned her head around to
kiss her and she bit his lip.

He let her go and she fell
forward, braced her weight on her hands and knees, rocking back and
forth on his cock, squeezing him tight, groaning despite herself.
Just when she might have gotten herself off, though, he caught her
hands, forcing her upper body down lower as he pinned her wrists at
the small of her back.

She cried out, startled.
Jerking against his hold, she struggled harder. Couldn’t get away.
Tension swirled, built. Then, just before the tension might have
swelled to true terror, she felt his free hand, felt his thumb
pressing against her anus. “I still haven’t fucked your hot little
hole. I watched you take a dildo in there but not my dick. You’re
taking my dick in here now, sweetheart.”

Again, he shifted her wrists
to one hand, his grip just loose enough for her to wrench away. She
did, but instead of pushing up to her hands and knees, she reached
between her legs, her fingers seeking out the hard bud of her
clit.

He growled. “You like that
idea, bitch, don’t you?”

“
No. It’s
disgusting.”
Yes
—

“
Yeah, that’s why you’re
fucking yourself with your fingers,” he said.

She felt him smearing
lubricant over her anus, the thick, slippery feel of it. “I’m going
to put my dick all the way inside you in about two seconds and
you’ll want it, beg for it.”

“
No, I won’t.” She shuddered
and arched her back as he pressed against her, whimpered as she
felt him push inside. There was pain—she gasped and cried
out.

But there was also
pleasure.

She felt him stop, felt him
pause. His body, that lean, powerful body stopped,
hesitated.

“
Tawny…”

She closed her eyes. Jerked
against his hands. “Don’t do this,” she whispered. And as she said
it, she pushed down, sank back against him.

“
Don’t do it?” he echoed.
“You want me to stop?”

Clenching her legs together,
she said, “Yes, damn it. Stop it, just stop it—”

He eased into her. Slowly.
“Harder,” she rasped.

“
I don’t want to hurt
you…”

Tania jerked against his
hands. “Harder!”

He shoved himself
inside.

She screamed and arched up,
riding the pain, the pleasure…and the control. Gasping, she sobbed
out, “I don’t want this from you, damn it…”

He drove into her. “Too
fucking bad,” he muttered.

“
I’ll fight you.” And she
did, clenching her legs tighter, jerking against his hands. Each
attempt at resistance made her burn hotter, and each one was a
victory for her.

“
Fight me. It won’t matter.
You want it,” he growled. “Beg me for it, damn you.”

“
Hell,
no.” Even though she
did
it, did want it…

She looked
at him over her shoulder—saw his bleak eyes. Grabbing his wrist,
she stretched out, staring at him until he gave her what she
needed, stretching his longer body out over hers, crushing her into
the floor. She took his weight—and felt no fear.
His
body
shuddered.

The pleasure was
brutal—Drake felt massive inside the sensitive, delicate tissues of
her ass. He reached around, pushed two fingers into her pussy and
used his other hand to tangle in her hair, angling her head back so
he could stare into her eyes.

His voice broken and ragged,
he demanded, “Is that what you need, damn it? Is it?”

“
Yes.” She shuddered and
groaned. “Hell, yes. Drake, please.”

“
That’s it. You wanted me to
make you beg. Beg me, damn it,” he muttered. He pressed his cheek
to hers and caught her hands. Pinned them down. “This?”

“
Yes!” She strained against
his hold, broke free. He caught her wrists again. She escaped. Over
and over, they repeated those actions. His strokes slowed until he
barely moved within her, his cock throbbing, her clenching around
him and milking him as they struggled.

“
Is that what you need?” he
snarled again, slamming her wrists down…and his voice all but
broke.

Abruptly,
she heard the torment in his voice…and she realized,
fully
…she was lying
there, taking his weight, fighting him and being restrained, and
she felt
no
fear.
And she was hurting him—fuck, she wasn’t just hurting him. She was
breaking him—like Kent had done to her.

Oh,
hell
.

Voice shaking, she
whispered, “Superman.”

He stiffened like she had
electrocuted him. “Shit, Tawny…”

He went to withdraw, taking
so much care. Her heart wrenched and she swallowed, aching. Once
she was free, she turned around, but as he went to pull away, she
reached out, catching his arms.

“
Tawny…”

“
Take me to bed, Drake,” she
whispered. “Take me to bed and make love to me.”

“
But…” He
jerked away, shaking his head, eyes half wild, his long, rangy body
shaking. There was panic on his face, something half wild. “Fuck, I
hurt you—scared you. Tawny,
shit
, I’m sorry. Fuck, what the fuck
am I doing—scaring you like that?”

“
No.” She
went to her knees, pressed her mouth to his. “That’s exactly what
you
didn’t
do. You
didn’t scare me. You gave me what I needed.
I’m
sorry…and I want you to make love
to me, Drake. Just take me to bed and make love to me, Superman. I
need you.”

Rising, she caught his
hands, tugged until he stood up. That look remained on his face,
tearing at her heart, naked and vulnerable…so tortured. Cupping his
cheeks in her hands, she pressed her mouth to his. “I need you,”
she whispered, leading him to the bed.

“
Tawny.” His eyes
closed.

Brushing her lips against
his, she arched against him, felt him against her belly. She lay
down, still holding his hands. A muscle clenched in his jaw. The
bruised look in his eyes tore at her and for a minute, she wasn’t
sure. Had she fucked it up too much already?

But then he pushed up on his
knees, stroking a hand down her thigh. A mask fell over his face,
shielding whatever he felt. Scooting closer, she tucked her hips
close to his bent knees and reached for the lube on the nightstand.
She drizzled some of it over the head of his cock, watched as he
hissed out a breath.

“
I need you,” she whispered.
“I need you to make love to me now. Just make love to me. I’m
begging again…for that, for you to make love to me.”

Arching her hips up, canting
them higher, she gripped his thighs with hers. “Make love to me,
Drake.”

His eyes closed.

Then he reached down,
spreading the cheeks of her ass.

She gasped as he pressed
inside, easing the tight ring of muscle resisting him. “Shhhh….” he
whispered, reaching for one of her hands, guiding it between her
thighs. She stroked her clit, staring up at him.

With slow, steady strokes,
he worked his cock into her ass, his eyes intent on her face,
watching for any sign of pain, any sign of discomfort.

After he’d seated his length
inside her, he started to pump, moving inside with deep, strong
surges. His gaze caught hers. She reached up with her free hand,
cupped his cheek, staring into his eyes.

“
Don’t make me do that you
again,” he muttered. “Not like that.”

“
No. Not like that,” she
whispered. That ghost was exorcised.

His body shuddered, head
bowed. When he looked back at her, his eyes gleamed, over-bright.
He bent low over her, shafting her harder, deeper.

“
I love you, damn it. It’s
killing me…” His mouth savaged hers, the kiss drugging her. She
gasped for breath when he lifted his head.

Curling a hand around his
neck, she clutched him close. “I know you love me…and I think it’s
saving me. Please don’t stop.”

“
I can’t. Not even if I
tried.” He twisted his hips and she cried out, scraped her nails
over her swollen clit. “Mine,” he muttered. “No matter what
happens, you’re mine for now…”

She wanted to tell him she
was his for always…but the climax swept up, swept her
under.

Breathless, she clung to
him, the muscles in her anal sheath gripping him. He growled
against her neck, rode her harder, faster. She felt his cock jerk,
felt him throb, then the hot, vicious spurts as he came. Holding
him close, she rode it out. There was time to tell him, after
all.

Later.

Once she could
breathe.

Drained, empty, Drake rolled
out of bed when Tania stood and tugged on his hand.

She had a smile on her
face—that surprised him.

After what he’d told her not
long ago, he hadn’t expected to see a smile.

If only it would last,
but…

She led him to the shower,
turning the spray up hotter than he liked, but he didn’t care. As
she soaped her hands up and ran them over his body, then hers, he
didn’t care about anything.

Except her. Only
her.

Fuck. Earlier, she’d cried.
For more than an hour, she’d cried, like she’d been reliving that
hell all over again.

Her hands slicked shampoo
through his hair and he swore, nudged out of his daze. “I’ve got
it,” he muttered.

“
I want to do it.” She
nudged him back against the wall and finished the job before
washing her own hair. He stared at her, his mouth dry, heart
pounding.

They needed to talk. He
needed to figure out what to do, because he knew he couldn’t handle
this roller-coaster ride, it was killing him. He—

Soap-slick hands closed
around his cock.

“
Thank you,” Tania whispered
just before she pressed her mouth to his.

He opened his eyes, stared
at her as she kissed him and started to jack him off.

“
Wuh…what?”

“
You heard me.” She smiled
and moved back. “I know you didn’t want to do it that
way.”

Guilt ate a ragged hole in
his gut. “If I didn’t want to fuck you that way, I wouldn’t have
been able to get it up.”

As she
neared the head of his shaft, she twisted her wrist and swiped her
thumb over the head. “You can have an unwilling mind and a
perfectly willing body,” she said. “And that hurt you. I didn’t
think about that. I’m sorry, but I’m not. I know that maybe doesn’t
make sense. But I needed it—needed something that was under
my control
, for once. So
thank you.”

Closing his eyes, he stood
there as she used her hands to stroke him to completion. Just
before he came, she went to her knees and closed her mouth over
him, sucking him deep.

“
Shit, Tawny…” he groaned,
reaching down and tangling his hands in her hair, rocking
forward.

He should have been drained,
empty…but she pulled another climax from him, and after she
finished him, she stood and slid her arms around him waist, resting
her head against his chest.

“
Thank you,” she said
again.

Trying to put it behind him,
he forced himself to smile. “I guess after that, I should be
thanking you.”

In his gut, though, he knew
he wouldn’t be able to put this behind him. It was a monstrous
thing inside him already, tearing at him with ugly, jagged claws,
and it was threatening to tear him apart.

Chapter Nine

He woke to the scents of
coffee and bacon. On any other morning, it might have made him
smile. But not that day.