CarnalTakeover (3 page)

Alexandra hugged her steering wheel. Her body shook from the
cold and the impact of what she’d put into motion. The real fallout she hadn’t
allowed herself to consider until now.

What if all the guys showed up tomorrow night except for
Daniel?

Oh god.

She’d been too worried about rejection to have even thought
of that. She’d played it cool so Daniel wouldn’t know what a fucking mess she
really was.

Whimpering, Alexandra wondered if she’d have the guts to go
through with her shameless invitation. Nat, Red, Junior mounting her one by one
or all at the same time. Doing whatever the hell else they did with women.

Domination. Submission. Punishment. Oh crap, she’d mentioned
that part of her fantasy, hadn’t she. Alexandra suddenly recalled that, and how
Daniel had interpreted what she’d said as BDSM. The same as any normal man
would.

She rolled her forehead over the wheel. Thankfully, she’d
pulled off the road a few moments before, too shaken to drive, and had parked
behind a group of other vehicles. The pizza parlor was visible in her sideview
mirror, which ironically stated things were closer than they appeared. Tell
that to her rubbery legs. Alexandra wasn’t certain she had the strength to go
back and claim her indecent proposal was all a mistake, a joke, she’d been
yanking their chain.

Maybe it was unnecessary. Could be they’d stand her up.
After their beer buzz wore off, along with the shock of what she’d said, they
might believe avoidance was the best course. Pretend none of this had happened.

Alexandra chewed her lip, uncertain whether to be comforted
or disturbed at the thought of them blowing her off. She’d gone through that
pain at sixteen with a boy she’d asked to a school dance. Her father’s
housekeeper had helped her get ready. Alexandra’s mom had been long gone by
that time, making yet another new family with her third husband.

Nervous and excited, Alexandra had waited and waited for her
date to show up. He hadn’t and never bothered to apologize. Months later, when
she saw him at a country club function, he pretended nothing had happened. As
if standing up a girl for an important dance, a damn rite of passage, was the
most natural thing in the world when it came to someone like her.

Funny how that still hurt and made her even more undecided
about what she wanted to do. What she should—

Her thoughts halted at the flash of headlights cutting
across the icy terrain. Snow buried miles of tundra, creating a landscape as
barren as the moon’s, this one dotted with too few structures, some modest and
residential, most sprawling and energy-related. Brutal winds buffeted her SUV.
She gripped her wheel as the AWD pickup left the parking area of the restaurant
and headed in her direction.

Earlier, she’d turned off her lights. Now Alexandra killed
her motor. Seconds passed, her racing pulse the only thing warming her. The
pickup drew closer, closer, closer, and finally passed.

With Daniel behind the wheel.

Alexandra would have recognized his broad shoulders and
profile anywhere. Her body went limp with longing.

Instead of heading for the barracks, where all the men
slept, he went in the opposite direction. Except for a few residences and her
cabin on the outskirts of the village, there wasn’t anything else past this
point.

Curiosity and desire compelled her to follow, meet him at
her place, entice him inside. In between teasing kisses, she’d admit her desire
for him, her hands running down his big, strong body, tarrying on all the best
parts, cupping his balls through the rough denim of his jeans. He’d lose all control,
his mouth claiming hers, his tongue spearing inside.

He’d taste of warmth, life, sex, everything a woman needed
to get through another shitty day. They’d tear off each other’s clothes. She’d
climb on top, straddling him, because she was the boss. He’d allow it for a
second, then show her who was really in charge.

With her beneath him, trapped by his powerful form, his
hands imprisoning her wrists, he’d pound his rigid shaft into her pussy,
demanding his due. She’d yield as a woman should, moaning in delight at the
exquisite sensations sluicing through her. He’d do her one better and bellow
his pleasure.

Or he’d keep on his clothes, deflect her advances, and tell
her the score. She wasn’t his type.

That awful possibility kept Alexandra from doing anything
more than restarting her motor so she wouldn’t freeze to death. Her teeth
chattered and her shoulders shook, not entirely from the cold but the harsh
truth.

Daniel wasn’t going to her place to get a jump start on
tomorrow night. He planned to have that talk he’d demanded earlier. Tell her
she’d been way out of line. Order her to behave as he wanted, just as her
grandfather always had.

Her earlier embarrassment faded beneath quick irritation.

So what if she’d been a little forward tonight. Okay, make that
downright pushy. Since when was that a freaking crime? If a guy had done what
she had, his buddies would have given him a high-five for being so damn ballsy.
Why should it be different for a woman?

Up here in the deep freeze, ordinary formalities didn’t mean
squat. This was literally the Wild West with all that it implied. Prince
Charming wasn’t on his way to rescue her and provide a happily-ever-after.
Hell, even with her “do-you-want-to-play-with-me” offer, Daniel hadn’t been
ready to get down and dirty.

His taillights winked with each bump in the road, the red
pinpoints of brightness finally disappearing as he turned a corner that led
directly to her place.

Alexandra put her blower on full blast, gritted her teeth at
the still coolish air and headed back into the village. No way was she going to
make this easy. Daniel was going to have to search for her as she’d done for
him earlier. Maybe by the time he finally caught up, he’d want her as badly as
she hungered for him.

Maybe he’d lose his good sense beneath unbearable yearning.

Maybe he’d simply give up on her, not caring what happened.
She was a big girl. According to her grandfather, too damn big. She could take
care of herself.

With that depressing possibility, Alexandra blew out an edgy
sigh and drove past the pizza parlor to the few other spots in the area. The
grocery store, community center, her office.

Daniel frowned at the cabin’s dark windows, Alexandra’s SUV
nowhere in sight.

He’d been so certain she’d come here he’d been ready to
pound on her door, then read her the riot act, explaining what she should have
already known. She was crazy for throwing herself at his crew. She shouldn’t
have pulled rank on him like a spoiled princess. Nor should she be playing at
sex with little concern over where it could lead.

She wasn’t a fucking guy. She should know better.

Hell, Daniel did, even though he was a horny male. Not even
as a teen had he behaved as she had tonight.

He’d spent those early years in the village, too much
testosterone pumping through him the same as all the other boys. With little to
do during the long winter nights, many of his buddies had managed to get their
girlfriends pregnant and began the long road to fatherhood, endless bills,
dead-end jobs. At sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, their lives were over, having
never really begun.

Daniel had kept his focus on college, a career, the same as
his father. His dad’s job with an oil company relocated the family to Seattle.
All during the rest of his school years, Daniel promised himself he’d return to
the village, help those left behind. A few of his boyhood friends welcomed the
connections he’d provided them, eagerly working their asses off at the good
positions they’d landed. Others resented what they called his intrusion into
their lifestyle—living off the land, hunting, fishing, barely subsisting. What
they’d said he should have honored given the heritage he shared with them. They
had all they needed and didn’t want more.

Daniel hadn’t understood their scorn then and still didn’t
now. It was one thing to rally against corporate interests that wanted to rape
the land. It was another to be blind to the energy needs of the country. If the
fuel could come from here, with little impact on the environment, that was a
win-win for everyone. Besides, he hadn’t offered them charity, just a chance to
make life easier, the same as his parents had done for him. His father,
especially, had warned Daniel about caving to desire, letting it become the
most important thing in his world. The good feelings would last a moment, while
the complications they produced might linger for a lifetime.

Or for the length of this project.

He huffed out a sigh, not wanting to consider how
uncomfortable it would be to see Alexandra every day once he’d watched her go
at it with Nat, Red, and Junior. God, Junior most of all. When it came to
women, that kid had nads where his brains should be. Fucking was all Junior
could think of. He didn’t care about Alexandra except as a warm body with a
cunt and boobs.

Was that what she wanted from a guy? Pure sex with a lot of
kink?

She’d claimed to be into everything. Daniel wondered who’d
initiated her into the lifestyle and figured it was an executive during one of
her corporate jobs. Most likely an attorney in a five-thousand-dollar suit who
couldn’t wait to teach her what really went on in those impressive high-rises.

Daniel frowned at the thought and dismissed it, remembering
his own initiation during college, with a woman in his apartment building.

Several years older than him, she’d relished discipline. He
discovered how awesome it was to be fully in charge, the ground rules of their
relationship all laid out. Nothing messy. No shitty surprises. A blueprint for
how he wanted to lead his life, keeping a tight rein on his feelings that could
trap or wound him, destroying his future. Once he’d established his career, he
traveled too much to settle down, spending months away from a home base. Hell,
he didn’t even have a permanent residence anymore.

And he liked that just fine.

The same as he did BDSM role playing, the erotic games,
calling the shots.

With the right woman.

He leaned against his car door and pictured Alexandra
stripped to skin while he remained dressed. Her face lowered in submission,
hair free and flowing over her shoulders, down her back, candlelight bringing
out the reddish highlights in those silken waves. He considered what they’d
smell like. Shampoo? Perfume? Something light and sweet or dark and sultry?

His cock thickened. His thoughts grew dangerous.

He imagined her hands manacled and lifted above her head,
the chains secured to hooks in the ceiling. There’d be no slack in the irons,
the links so taut she’d have to stand on her toes, tightening her calves to
maintain balance. Shackles would circle her ankles, those restraints held to
bolts in the floor, perfectly spaced so she’d have no choice except to part her
legs widely. She’d be exposed, completely vulnerable. Her buttocks tensed as
she prepared for the punishment to come.

He’d make her wait for it, silence filling the minutes, time
crawling by at an agonizingly slow pace while he regarded her inability to get
away from him. Her lack of protection from every fucking thing he intended to
do. A faint sheen of perspiration would coat her skin while her breasts would
quiver with each of her ragged breaths. Her nipples would be oh so firm, a rosy
color rather than a light pink, her bush darker than her other hair, her cunt
slick with her excitement, moist with expectation.

He’d be impatient as hell to plow into her, but wouldn’t.
Not just yet, recalling how she’d mentioned punishment at the pizza place.
Whatever rocked his world, she’d said. He’d warned her about not knowing what
she was getting herself into. She hadn’t listened.
Bad, bad girl.
He’d
have to show her.

Slowly, he’d pull his belt from his jeans’ loops, the rasp
of leather against cloth exciting and intimidating her even more. He’d drag the
end of his belt along the inside of her thigh, then to the crease where her
buttocks began. There, he’d spend a long time, running the leather over her
unprotected ass, up the furrow separating her cheeks, across the dimples at the
top.

She’d push higher on her toes then stop and lower herself, a
foolish attempt to maintain her composure.

He wouldn’t want her complacent. He’d need her crying out in
delight, which would bring more punishment and an equal amount of pleasure.
Every sound she made, each word uttered would earn another lick of the strap.

He wasn’t like other Doms who used ball gags to keep their
subs quiet. Alexandra’s self-control would be her only means to avoid further
discipline. Nor would he blindfold her during their play. Daniel envisioned a
mirror next to them. Him ordering her to watch his belt connecting with her
ass. For her to anticipate it…to welcome it…as she regarded their reflections.

With his hand on the curve of her hip, he’d keep her still,
captive to whatever he desired. His belt would whistle through the air, the
first lick of it sounding too loud as it struck her flesh.

She’d stiffen, then moan, a disobedient act. A faint stain
on her buttocks would register where he’d marked her. He’d follow it with
another, punishment for the sound she’d made. Disciplining her with care and
resolve, not stopping until she obeyed finally, and he had her full surrender.

Once she gave it and he mounted her repeatedly, she’d move
on to Nat and Red and—

“Shit.”

Daniel hit the heel of his hand against the steering wheel,
not wanting to see her with anyone else. And not because of what Nat had
claimed. It wasn’t jealousy motivating him. It was…

Crap.
He wasn’t sure.

Something kept gnawing deep inside, giving Daniel an urge to
run, while also making him too listless to move. Weird. Like her continuing
effect on him. On one hand, he wanted to protect Alexandra. On the other, he’d
just gotten a monumental hard-on from his fantasy of punishing then taking her.