Do You Trust Me? (12 page)

“Perfect,” he told
her. “Jesus, that is the most gorgeous sight I’ve ever seen. Does it feel good
inside you? Does your pussy love it?”

She nodded, barely
hanging on by a thread.

“I don’t want you to
come yet,” he told her. “You will control yourself until I’m ready. Understood?
And keep your hands flat on the bed beside you. Don’t move them.”

“Yes,” she whispered,
amazed that she not only didn’t resent his total domination of the situation
but was incredibly turned on by it. She was a person used to being in charge of
her own life, yet here she was, handing herself over without reservation. And
so aroused that controlling her orgasm was a test of her will.

As the little bullet
buzzed away inside her vagina, McCall leaned down and licked her clit with the
tip of his tongue. Lightning streaked to every part of her body, and the
muscles in her abdomen clenched at the sensual assault. Her breasts, already
feeling the pleasure/pain of the clamps on her nipples, suddenly felt too full.
Too tight. Every erogenous zone lit up like the Fourth of July, snapping and
crackling with heat.

“Like candy,” he continued.
“Did it taste as good when you sucked my cock, little daredevil? Did you like
the taste?”

Rina found the
strength to nod even as she wanted to scream with the need for release, but she
held herself still as he’d ordered. Her nipples throbbed, her clit was an
inflamed bundle of nerves, and every muscle in her channel clamped down in
frustration.

At the moment she was
ready to beg for him to let her come, he suddenly flipped her over and pulled
her up to her knees. Grabbing his tie from the chair, he wrapped it around her
wrists and bound them together behind her back. She had to struggle to keep her
balance.

“Are you hot, Rina?”
His voice was low and raspy. “Answer me. Tell me what you feel. What you want.”

“I want you,” she
gasped. “I want to come. I want you inside me. Oh, God, I want you to fuck me.
Please.”

Was that her really
saying those things?
But
she would have said anything just to get relief.

“Ahh. That’s what I want
to hear. Remember how I fucked your ass? Jesus, I thought you were going to
burn me alive. It was your first time, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.” She barely got
the word out.

“This time I want to
make it really good for you. I don’t want to hurt you, so we’re going to make
sure those tender tissues are good and ready for me. Tell me you want this, Rina.”

“I-I want you to do
this.”

“Do what?”

“Fuck me in the ass.”

She heard a breath
explode from his mouth. Then she felt his hands on her buttocks, rubbing the
skin, squeezing the flesh. Unexpectedly, one hand landed in a stinging slap,
shockingly increasing her level of desire. Her pussy clenched harder around the
bullet, and she had to bite her lip to hang onto her control.

He rubbed the flesh
where he’d spanked her, then landed another stinging blow. And another. And
another. By the fourth or fifth one, she was thrusting her hips back at him,
unconsciously begging for more.

“That turns you on,
doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” she gasped,
wiggling her ass, tempting him to continue.

“You continue to
amaze me, daredevil.” He placed a brief kiss on each cheek of her ass.

She felt fingers
separating the inflamed cheeks of her ass and something cool on the tight ring
of her anus.

The lube! Oh, God.
Was he going to do it now? She remembered how thick his cock had felt, how it
burned and stretched her. She tensed, anticipating the same thing.

“No, I’m not going to
fuck your ass now,” he told her, as if reading her thoughts. “That first time
you weren’t prepared, and I know I hurt you. My object isn’t to cause you pain,
except when it gives you pleasure. I’m not into pain for pain’s sake.” More
light kisses on her ass. “I’m into making you feel good,” he whispered.

More cool gel, then
one finger pushing against the ring of muscle. Bearing down. Popping through
and sliding in and out of her dark tunnel. Then two fingers, scissoring back
and forth. When she felt the head of the plug pressing into her, she caught her
breath and, at first, tried to pull away from it.

“Push back,” McCall
ordered. “It will be a lot easier. We rushed things that night. Take deep
breaths now and push against the plug.”

Deep breaths? Was he
crazy? The little bullet was driving her crazy, her nipples ached, and if she
didn’t come pretty soon, she’d lose her mind. But she took as deep a breath as
she could and pushed back, discovering to her surprise that he was right. She
rocked back and forth, a little at a time, the plug pressing further and
further into her rectum. Stretching her. Filling her. Bringing her darkest desires
to the surface so that she burned everywhere for him.

When it was finally
in all the way, another slap landed on her buttocks, nearly sending her over
the edge. She felt so full, so stretched with just the plug, she wondered how
she’d ever taken McCall’s very large cock.

“Tell me how it
feels,” he breathed. “Do you like that plug in your ass? I always want to know
if what I’m doing gives you pleasure.”

“Yes,” she hissed. “Oh,
God, yes.”

Leaning over her, his
lips close to her ear. “Time for you to come,” he whispered.

Oh, God, please!

He must have pressed
the remote again because the little bullet began to vibrate on high speed and
jolts of pleasure stabbed into every part of her body. McCall reached around
her with one hand and pinched an engorged nipple. With the other, he reached
between her legs and dragged a fingernail over her clit.

She exploded. The
orgasm raced through her like wildfire, shaking her body, her pussy spasming,
the muscles of her stomach clenching and unclenching. She tumbled over the edge
in a freefall, but just when she thought the intensity had receded, he pushed
her higher and she launched into space.

She was tumbling,
twisting, shuddering, and still he urged her on. By the time he reduced the
vibrations and finally turned the bullet off, tears stained her cheeks and her
nose was running. She felt as if her body had been turned inside out and it
would never be the same again.

And that was probably right.

McCall slipped the
bullet from her cunt, then turned her over and loosened the nipple clamps,
easing them off her body. The sudden rush of blood to her nipples lit sparks of
pleasure and pain, and he took each bud in his mouth, sucking it gently, easing
it. He placed a light kiss on her lips.

“Take in a deep
breath and let it out,” he said, and eased the butt plug from her rectum.
Finally, he untied her hands, rubbing the muscles of her arms and shoulders to
ease any stiffness.

“I’ll be right back,”
he said in a voice so gentle she wasn’t even sure it was his.

She heard him in the
bathroom. When he returned, he had a warm cloth that he used to bathe her
nipples and her ravaged pussy. He cleaned the excess lube from around her anus,
then pulled the covers over her.

Seconds later, he
climbed into bed beside her, turned her so she was spooned against him, and
wrapped his arm around her. “Did you enjoy it?”

She nodded, feeling
herself blush.

“You’re a very
sensuous woman, Rina Devargas. Much more than I thought.”

He kissed her cheek,
cupped one breast in his hand and pulled her closer. She cuddled next to him,
limp and spent, unable to do anything except spoon herself against his body.

“Sleep, Rina. You’ve
earned it. Tomorrow could be a tough day.”

Long after she’d
fallen asleep, McCall lay staring into the dark, realizing he was in deeper
than he could have believed. Had he accomplished his original purpose? Enough
sex to get her out of his system? He snorted. Yeah, right. What a brilliant
idea that was. All it did was make him feel things emotionally he wanted to
keep buried.

But her body was like
a drug. The more he had, the more he wanted. Just remembering the sight of her
plump nipples encased in the bars made his cock twitch. Eating her out had been
like dining at a banquet for the gods, her cream the finest nectar. Watching
her orgasm with the vibrator made him wish he’d slid his cock into that hot,
wet, tight pussy. It was enough in itself to make him climax just thinking
about it.

But nothing compared
to the memory of the hot, burning feel of fucking her ass. Jesus, he’d thought
his cock would catch fire. Remembering now made his shaft twitch, and he
realized things were even worse than he thought. He was
feeling
things
for her. Emotions. Things that had gotten him in trouble before. Big trouble.
The worst kind. And he knew they could again. Yet they washed through him like
an unstoppable flood.

No doubt about it. He
was definitely fucked.

****

McCall knew she expected
him to be gone in the morning, but the sight of her was too tempting. He needed
to take her just once more before he put on his game face for the day.
Sheathing himself in a condom, he leaned over her sleeping form and woke her at
six o’clock with a hard kiss. Gently but firmly, he lifted one of her legs over
his thigh, his hand slid easily over the soft flesh of her belly, down through
her curls to her wet, quivering sex.

He shifted her
position, opening her wider, his cock rubbing against the lips of her pussy. He
was so hard he had to grit his teeth to hang onto his control.

He pushed one finger
inside her, then another one, her slick flesh setting off sparks through his
body like an electrical storm as he massaged her. Words weren’t necessary
between them. Silently, she rocked backward, trying to impale herself on him,
but he had other things in mind.

With fingers slippery
from her juice, he slid his hand through the cleft of her buttocks, finding the
tiny puckered opening there. He teased at it, spreading her cream around to
lubricate it. The tissues were softened from being stretched by the plug, and
he easily inserted two fingers, his heart thundering as he remembered the feel
of that dark tunnel clenched around his swollen cock.

Oh, Jesus.

He closed his eyes,
consumed by lust and the emotions he’d been doing his damndest to talk himself
out of.

She gasped, pushing
back on his fingers as she’d done the night before, shivering and shaking. His
fingers stroked in and out of her while his penis rubbed against the lips of
her cunt.

“Tell me that feels
good,” he demanded, sliding his mouth to her cheek. It sure felt damn good to
him. Better than good. Unbelievable. All-consuming.

“Yes,” she gasped. “It
feels good.”

“And what else?” he
insisted. “Tell me what else, Rina.”

“I want you there,”
she begged, her hand stretching back, trying to reach for his erect shaft. “Please.”

“Not yet.” His voice
was so harsh and rough with passion he almost didn’t recognize it. “Tonight.”

Easing his fingers
from her rectum, he grabbed his cock and slid quickly into her pussy. At once
he began the familiar stroking motion that their bodies already knew. He could
tell from the way her cunt gripped him she was close and it wouldn’t take much
to tip her over the edge.

He was ready. God, he
was so ready.

“Come, Rina,” he
whispered.

And just like that
she shattered, her body convulsing, her liquid heat bathing him. Her body shook
in his arms as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her. His hold on her
tightened, the muscles in his arms contracting, as his shaft throbbed inside the latex and filled it with his cum.

When the spasms finally
subsided into ripples, she pressed herself back against his hard body and his
hands cradled her breasts. Her heart beat wildly against his palm as her pulse
tried to settle into a steady rhythm.

Spent and shaking
from the aftereffects, McCall felt the strength flow out of his own body.
Dragging in a deep breath, he caressed her arm, her hip, her thigh. They
struggled to pull sufficient air into their lungs and the chilled air blew over
their sweat-slicked bodies.

At last, reluctantly,
he slipped out of her, staring down into the flashing emerald green of her eyes.

“I’d stay here all
day if I could,” he murmured against the deep red silk of her auburn hair. “But
you have an event today that I’ve been ordered to let you attend.” His voice
was half joking, half angry. “I’m going to shower and throw some clothes on,
then go over the plans with Gage.”

“Thank you.” What
else could she say?

“Close your eyes. I’ll
wake you in an hour, okay?”

But she was already
drifting back to sleep.

Chapter Seven

“Time to get up, sleeping
beauty.” McCall was sitting beside her on the bed, dressed in sweat pants and a
T-shirt. He kissed her lips softly, rubbing his against them and tracing the
outline with his tongue.

“What time is it?”

“Almost ten thirty.”
His mouth curved in a lopsided grin, an unfamiliar expression on his face. “I
figured you could use the rest.”

A pleasant feeling
washed over her as she recalled exactly why she’d ended up sleeping so late.
The residual soreness was another reminder. She hadn’t even thought some of the
things they did were possible.

“Tell me what you
want to eat, and I’ll order it. I already have coffee. And Gage and Les will be
here any minute.”

“Just coffee will be
fine. I’ll wait and eat lunch.”

All the evidence from
last night was gone. If she didn’t feel so sore in every cell, she might have
thought she imagined the whole thing.

While she brushed her
teeth and ran a comb through her hair, she mentally ran down her check list for
the day. Find out what was happening with her house. Call Shar. Lock down the
details for today’s book signing. Call Laurel.

Right. Call Laurel. I need three aspirins for that.

Laurel Bryant was a
good friend but very high maintenance. If she wasn’t allowed to pry into every
nook and cranny of Rina’s life, or participate in it, she was put out and
sulky.

So, a call to Laurel.

But first, coffee.

Fishing a robe out of
her suitcase, she made her way into the next room. McCall was seated at the
round table with Gage and Les, poring over sheets of paper. When no one looked
up, she cleared her throat. “Good morning.”

McCall looked at her
and nodded. “Morning.”

Only the banked fire
in his eyes told her what he was really feeling. Otherwise, from his attitude,
she’d have thought she dreamt everything the night before.

Rina wanted to
smother her own smile. She gestured at the table. “What’s all this?”

“Plans for your book
signing. Gage scoped out the area and diagramed it so we know where the weak
points are.”

“Weak points?” She
shoved her hand through her unruly hair. “It’s a book store, for God’s sake.”

“Exactly. With
everybody and his brother walking in and out.” He tossed a pen down onto the
table. “Sully’s sending two more men to help cover it inside and out. And get
used to the idea that I’ll be glued to your side the entire time.”

Rina opened her mouth
to say something, then snapped it shut.

“By the way,” Gage
said. “After you and McCall left yesterday a friend of yours showed up and peppered us with questions. Who are we? Why were we there? Where could she find you?” He grinned.
“Little spitfire. I thought she’d try to take my head off.”

Rina heaved a sigh. “Laurel. I need to call her.”

McCall raised an
eyebrow. “Someone you forgot to tell us about?”

“She wasn’t exactly
at the forefront of my mind,” she apologized. “Although, she should have been. Anyway,
I’m sure that was Laurel Bryant. Probably my closest friend but very
proprietary and very nosy. I’m sure she’ll be at the book signing today. Be
prepared.”

“You tell her
nothing,” McCall ordered.

Rina felt as if she
should salute. “I think I’ve figured that out.” Her voice was edged with
sarcasm. “I’m assuming you have a schedule planned out for today?”

“We’ll order lunch up
to the room, then leave in time to get to the store about fifteen minutes ahead
of time.”

“Wait.” She held up a
hand. “I have to get there in time to sign all the presolds, unless you want to
hang around afterwards.”

McCall frowned. “Presolds?”

“Yes. People who
ordered the books but can’t come to the event. I also sign a certain amount for
the store to sell later on.”

“Shit. All right.
Thirty minutes ahead of time. No more. You’ll just have to write fast.”

She stifled the urge
to kick him.
Write fast.
Okay, McCall. “What’s happening at my house?”

“You can move back in
after the signing today,” Gage told her. “The security system’s in place, we
have extra men on the premises, and everything’s cleaned up.” His voice
softened. “You’ll hardly know anything happened.”

“What about my
furniture? And the insurance?”

Les, who had said
nothing up until now, chuckled. “When Sully wants something done, it gets done.
The insurance agent showed up late in the day with a form for me to sign as
your representative. He gave us an authorization to rent stuff until you can go
shopping, told me to tell you the check would be in the mail today, and ran
like hell out of there.”

Rina couldn’t help
laughing. Sully could definitely be a force to be reckoned with.

“So I have rented
stuff?”

Les nodded. “Until
this is over and you can take the time to pick out what you want. But at least
it’s livable.”

She appreciated
everything that had been done, but she still felt that ultimate sense of
violation. The knowledge that someone had insinuated themselves into her life
and attempted to destroy her home. Looking for something. Her hand automatically
went to the locket, and she yanked it away.

“Thank you very much.
And thank Sully. I’ll be in my room, making some calls.”

Gage pointed to the
table. “There’s coffee and rolls to hold you until lunch time. “

“Thanks.” She poured
coffee into a cup and put a roll on a plate. “Well, you know where I’ll be if
you need me.”

She gathered up her
coffee and headed back through the open door, conscious of McCall’s eyes on her
as if they were twin lasers burning holes in her back. The worst part was, just
thinking about the things they’d done—the things they had yet to do—aroused her
and made her wet.

Jesus, Rina. Get hold
of yourself.

Touching base with
Shar took only a few moments, although explaining about her
bodyguards
got a little sticky. They reviewed the schedule one more time, and Rina hung
up. Taking a deep breath, she dialed Laurel.

“So, let me see.” Rina
could visualize her friend, as blonde as Rina was dark, smooth hair flowing
down her back, long legs pacing the room as she talked, blue eyes flashing with
impatience. “You run off to someplace without a word to me. Come home and don’t
call me. Strange men are crawling all over your house, and now you’ve
disappeared again. So what’s the deal, kiddo? You hiding from old Laurel?”

Rina forced a laugh
she didn’t feel. “No. I was just out late the night before, and when I got up
yesterday morning, I discovered the a/c had conked out. They worked on it all
day, but I decided to stay at a motel until it’s fixed.”

“Yeah?” Laurel’s skepticism cut through the connection. “Those guys didn’t look like any a/c
mechanics I ever saw. You holding back on old Laurel? Doing something for one
of your books?”

Rina chose to ignore
the question. “I’ll be back in the house tonight. Are you coming to the book
signing today?”

“Would I miss it? I
bask in your glory.” The teasing note had a little edge to it. “What time will
you be there?”

“About two thirty. The
signing starts at three. Oh, and Laurel?” Better get it out in the open now.

“Yeah?”

Rina fisted her hand
in the pocket of her robe. “Hands off the handsome lug I’m bringing. He’s
spoken for.”

Silence hummed across
the connection. “You’re bringing a guy with you? As in a real, live male? Out
in public?”

Rina tamped down her
irritation. “Is that so difficult to contemplate? I
have
been known to
have a date now and then, you know.”

Sometimes Rina
wondered just how good a friend Laurel really was. The travel agent had been
recommended by another author, and she was very efficient at handling Rina’s
arrangements when necessary. The relationship had evolved from those first
meetings, but every so often, a nasty thought would skitter across her brain
that it was really the residual fame, or connections to other clients, Laurel was really after.

She shook herself.
This was stupid. She was just jittery because of the situation.

“Anyway, he’s, um, visiting
me for a few days.”
There. Did that sound normal enough?

“And just where did
he come from?” Laurel pried. “Is he someone you mentioned before? Oh, wait. That’s
right. You never mention your men.”

And with good reason.
Laurel collected men like charms on a bracelet.

“He’s someone I knew
when I lived in Detroit. He’s on his way through, knew I’d moved here, and took
a chance on calling me.”

And that’s all you’re
going to get.

“Ah hah! I can’t wait
to meet him. Say, maybe we can all have drinks after the signing, and I can
give him the third degree.” Laurel was laughing when she said it, but the edge
was still there.

“I think not, man-stealer.”
Rina forced herself to sound casual. “We’ll be pretty busy.”

“Well, I’ll see you
at Books Galore.” She chuckled again. “I’ll keep him company while you’re being
a famous author.”

Sometimes Rina
wondered if being friends with Laurel didn’t take more energy than she wanted
to expend. The woman was high energy—with the emphasis on high—and a demanding
friend. But she knew in an emergency Laurel would be the first one to help her.
Still...

Sighing, she put her
cell phone away. She really was glad for the event today, even if McCall and
the others cursed the logistics. Taking care of ordinary tasks kept her mind off
John and his continued disappearance, as well as the men who were after her and
Sully’s ominous words.

“Gage and Les have
gone to scope out the location once more.” McCall’s deep voice came from right
behind her. He moved so quietly she hadn’t even heard him come in.

She whirled to face
him. “My God, you scared ten years off my life.”

“Sorry. Stealth is a
hard habit to break.”

She forced a grin. “In
your line of work, I wouldn’t think you’d want to.” She let out a deep breath. “Break
it, I mean. I’m going to take a shower and do my makeup.”

When he didn’t
comment, she headed for the bathroom, shutting the door behind her and turning
on the shower full blast. She was reveling in its warm cocoon, letting the hot
spray massage her well-used body, when she heard the bathroom door open, the
sound of fabric rustling, and the swish as the shower curtain was pulled aside.
Then strong hands pulled her against a hard male body and big hands cupped her
breasts.

“Shouldn’t you be
standing guard or something?” Her voice didn’t sound like her own.

“I am.” She heard the
heat in his voice. “How much better can I guard you than being this close?” He
bent his mouth to her ear. “And in case you’re worried, my gun’s on the counter
within arm’s reach.”

“Didn’t we do this
already this morning?” Her breathing was ragged, spikes of pleasure stabbing
her as his fingers manipulated her still sensitive nipples and his thick shaft—already
hard as steel—pressed into the cleft of her buttocks.

“I wish I could
figure out a way we could do this all day.” His voice was already rough with
desire. He slid his hands down and pressed them against her tummy. “Rub your
nipples for me,” he commanded. “I love watching you touch yourself. Maybe
tonight, if we get through the day unscathed, I’ll tie your ankles to your
bedposts and watch while you play with yourself again. Bring yourself to orgasm
for me. God, I love to see that pussy ripple when your climax hits.”

“Oh, God,” she
groaned, her womb contracting and throbbing at the erotic image his words
called up.

“Then I’m going to
spread that sweet little treat as wide open as I can and shove my tongue
inside, lapping up all that syrupy juice. Tonguing you is better than eating
ice cream, Rina.”

Rina’s knees wobbled,
and she leaned harder against McCall for support. A soft moan rolled from her
lips.

“Right now I’m going
to slide my fingers inside that hot sheath and rub your clit with my thumb
until you can’t stand it any more. Until you beg me to take you. Until you
scream to have me inside you. You want that, don’t you, Rina? You love it when
I tell you what I’m going to do to you.”

She could only nod,
well beyond speech. She had shocked herself at the latent feelings he’d
uncovered in her. A love of domination in the bedroom. The heretofore unknown
desire for submission. He might have started the whole thing as a way to scare
her off, but it had turned into a stunning revelation for both of them. And
just like that the sex between them took on a whole new meaning, one that
excited her and aroused her darkest of desires.