Edge of the Enforcer (3 page)

Aw heck, she was going to have sex with the Enforcer. Maybe it was only for an hour or so, but…
he wants
me. A thrill shot through her and made her quiver.

And lit his eyes with amusement.

Chapter Two

Her Pacific Heights place was fairly close, and yet she always felt nervous when outside in the open.
What if Travis finds me and sets someone up with a rifle?
She never managed to relax until she was out of the parking garage and safe in the secured building.

Her heart rate was still elevated when the doorman greeted her with his usual
Miss Lindsey
, and she led deVries into the elevator.

On the way up to her floor, he frowned at her and tilted her face up. “If you’re this scared, maybe you should back out.”

“Huh?” God, he thought she was afraid of him. “Oh. Right. Parking garages make me jumpy.”

After a long regard, he nodded. The elevator doors opened. As they walked down the hall to the overly ornate, very gorgeous condo, he set his hand on her lower back. The warmth of his palm went right through the denim wraparound dress to sear her skin, blasting away any thought of fear. The knowledge his powerful hands would restrain her body in a few minutes made the very air of the hallway shimmer with heat.

After she ushered him in, he strolled across the living room and silently took in the view of the Ferry Building and the Bay Bridge. Down below, the city sparkled with lights. “Pretty pricy digs, little girl.”

“I like them,” she said lightly. It had been an unanticipated dream when a rich friend of Xavier’s left for Europe and needed a condo-sitter. Although the Italianate décor was stuffy—at least to her mind—everything was oh, so luxurious. Even the fancy house Victor had owned in San Antonio didn’t compare.

Abandoning the view, deVries turned. Utterly confident and masculine, he looked at her, taking her in at his leisure, until she could almost feel his attention stroking against her skin. “Lose the dress.” His voice was level. Unreadable. “Kneel there and wait for me.”

Oh. Man
. Her fingers fumbled with the dress’s ties as every nerve in her body started to dance.

* * * *

The surroundings didn’t please deVries. Cold and formal—very different from the warm little submissive kneeling in the living room. But the view over the Bay was a plus. Maybe he’d do her there, looking down at the lights of the city.

He studied her for a minute.

Fast, shallow breathing. The flush on her lightly tanned cheeks deepened with his perusal. He could see her nipples were hard under the fuzzy bra. Her hands on her thighs weren’t palm up as he liked, but were turned over, her fingers digging into the skin. Nervous. Excited. Maybe a little scared.

She should be.

“What the hell were you thinking letting a stranger into your home?”

Her startled gaze met his. “You’re not a stranger. I know you.”

“Hardly. I could break your pretty neck.”

Her lips curved slightly. “Bless your heart; you’re worried about me, aren’t you?”

“About your common sense.”

“I’ve never brought�� I mean, I’m careful. Abby was on reception and knows you’re here…so Xavier will also know.” Her smile disappeared. “I’m not completely stupid. Xavier and Simon are your friends.”

“You’re smarter than you look.”

Her glare was pretty ineffective considering her cat ears had slid sideways. “If you’re through insulting me, how about I give you a blowjob and we call this quits?”

Fuck, she was cute when steamed. His hard-on had returned; his cock was past ready for relief. Pity that, since he had no intention of rushing. Not with this little submissive. However, she needed to learn that snark didn’t win a reward. Not in his universe. “If you’re so eager, you can
start
with a blowjob.” He stepped in front of her. “Go on.”

Her flush was more from anger now than arousal, but her gaze lowered. And she leaned away from him.

Hell
. Even for him, he was being an asshole. He dropped to one knee and lifted her chin. Confused brown eyes met his. Setting his hand on her shoulder, he bent and kissed her gently. Pulled back an inch. “Check the attitude, baby, yeah?”

She gave a tiny sigh and nodded. Her eyes were liquid and soft—anger gone. There it was…she wanted him.

He ran his tongue over her lips, felt them part, and took her mouth. Jesus Christ, she had soft lips. Her body was vibrating with anticipation. Nice.

This time when he rose to his feet, she leaned forward. Her eager, graceful hands undid the buttons of his leathers, releasing him. Fuck, the freedom felt good.

She started to take him in her mouth, and he made a reproving noise. “Tongue first. Hands on my thighs.”

Gripping his legs, she licked around his dick, tracing the veins, teasing the head, the slit. Pink heightened the color in her cheeks, and her knees squeezed together. Nice. She liked giving blowjobs. “Take me in your mouth.”

Her annoyed look at his direction was totally bogus. She moved one hand to direct his cock toward her.

“Hands stay on my legs.”

“Sheesh,” she said under her breath. After some awkward fumbling, she got his cock in her mouth, and damn, the feeling of being engulfed in steamy softness almost made him lose control. A tiny purr vibrated through her throat and into his dick. She bobbed her head up and down, her little tongue swirling, taking her time. Trying to tease him.

Uh-uh. Letting her have too much control wasn’t good for either of them.

So he leaned forward and bracketed her head with his hands. His slightly bent position tilted his shaft in a better angle for her throat, and he used her hair to guide her. He slowed so his control couldn’t get fucked up, then went faster.

When her fingernails dug into his legs despite the leather, he grinned. She appeared submissive enough in the club—however, he’d only seen her in lightweight scenes. He wondered how much she really surrendered.

By the time he was through with her tonight, she’d give him everything.

LINDSEY HELD ON to Devries’s legs, trying to think. Couldn’t. Her mouth was filled with his cock. His ruthless fist in her hair took all control from her, and every thought in her brain kept swirling away.

He thrust harder, pulling her head down on him, hitting the back of her throat. She struggled to suppress her gag reflex and swallowed to increase his pleasure. His guttural groan sent a shiver of delight through her. He wouldn’t let her offer him less than he wanted—and God, she loved knowing that. And loved trying to give him more than he thought he could get.

To her dismay, he set her back on her heels and buttoned himself away.

When she pouted, he traced his finger over her wet lips. “Very nice, babe.” His half smile streamed into her, warming her. “Stand up.”

With a hand under her arm, he helped her up and moved closer. His lean fingers were teasingly rough as they glided over her collarbone around to the back of her neck. She shivered. When he gripped her nape, her knees almost buckled. Holding her still, he ran his other hand over her torso.

He lifted her hand and kissed her fingers—lips unexpectedly gentle. The hold on her nape was unyielding.

After removing her bra, he stroked his finger around her breasts. Between them. Across her stomach. Her ribs. One finger above her mound. As his hand played over her body, his gaze stayed on her face. Learning her. Her hot zones, her triggers.

His fingers brushed down her spine and reached the ever-so-sensitive hollow at the base.

Her toes curled into the carpet. Jeez, he hadn’t even touched her pussy, and she was ready to come.

He lingered there, one finger circling right where her buttocks joined her back, dipping down into the crease, and finally, finally farther. His big hand cupped one buttock, and he gave a grunt. “You got a nice ass, girl.”

Standing at her side, he pushed her briefs down to tangle around her ankles, and she tensed. All of her body seemed to be pulsating, begging for more. Growing increasingly sensitive the longer he touched her.

She could feel him watching her. Waiting…for something. With an effort, she controlled her breathing, tried to act like a good submissive and be patient—even though she wanted to grab his T-shirt and demand he take her.

Now, dammit.

He made a huffing sound—a laugh—and smacked her ass, hard and stinging.

The shockwave blasted into her, swirling like water down the drain and right to her clit. “Criminy!” Her fingers curled into fists as her need yanked at her like a bull in breeding season.

“Enjoy that, do you?” His voice was a low growl. Releasing her neck, he set his palm on her stomach to brace her and spanked her. The sound of his palm slapping her bottom rang through the room, each blow an explosion of bright fire sliding into a deep pool of molten sensation.

The blows lightened. He slowed, stopped, and tipped her face up with steely fingers under her chin.

Tears had filled her eyes, and yet her skin burned with a tantalizing heat. And she wanted more. More and more and more.

“Step out of the briefs.” He waited while she forced her shaking legs to obey. “Thighs wide, pet.”

Oh God. She widened her stance, biting her lip against the moan when he cupped her mound, his fingers skating over her labia. “Drenched.” He gave a grunt of approval. “We’re going to get along well.”

The thought was terrifying. Appalling.

Horribly exciting.

His fingers spread the wetness up over her clit before he teased it. When he bit her neck, she couldn’t keep the moan back. His chuckle vibrated the delicate skin under her ear.

But when he ran a wet finger around one nipple, she suppressed a frustrated sigh. Typical guy. Her nipples weren’t sensitive; touching them affected her as much as playing with her knees. Men never understood that, though.

His gaze intensified as he switched to the other nipple, flicking it lightly.

She shifted, feeling as if she was letting him down. As if she should react. Act pleased or something. “Uh—”

“Don’t talk, pet.” His face in the faint light was hard, his lips almost cruel, his focus totally on her. No one had ever watched her so closely. The knowledge was heady, yet sent a curl of anxiety pricking up her spine.

He pinched her right nipple lightly, and his fingers implacably, bit by bit, pressed together.

She grabbed his arm, yet her clenching hand made no impression on his thickly muscled forearm. As the increasing pain in her nipple tangled with her nerves, biting into her, the pressure seemed to be on her clit as well. Her breathing caught, sped, caught.

“Oh yeah,” he muttered. “You were designed for clamps, baby. And electricity.”

What?

He released her, and his palm engulfed her breast completely. She had a moment to wish she were bigger before he angled his hand so he could pull her breast outward and
squeeze.

Hurting her. Smothering a cry, she felt her back arch as the inferno of need rolled through her.

“Fucking beautiful.” He moved to her other breast, tormenting it until it swelled with pain, until her pussy throbbed in demand.

“Oh criminy.” She’d never felt like this, her senses conflicting. Raw.

His dimple showed before he wrapped her hair around one hand, holding her as his demanding lips moved over hers, his tongue plunging within, taking and taking. As he squeezed her breast again, his mouth drank in her cry of pain.

He lifted his head, and his gaze burned over her face, before his mouth descended on hers again. Each time he hurt her, his hand tightened in her hair, his lips forcing her to respond. The ground swayed beneath her as her bones turned to rubber.

When his cheek brushed hers, his jaw was scratchy with stubble and his whisper hot against her ear. “Fuck, you’re sweet.”

He drew her closer, kneading her ass with a powerful hand. As he rubbed his chest against her acutely sensitive, abused breasts, she felt trapped, engulfed by hardness. Her entire body melted down into a puddle.

“We’re going to have fun.” He kissed her lightly, chucked her under her chin as if she were a child. From his bag, he removed a towel, putting it over the arm of the sofa. He picked up a glass anal plug as thick as a cock. “Bend over there, pet.”

She swayed, almost dizzy, but not so much she couldn’t fear. “Too big,” she whispered. “Please…”

“You think?” He glanced down at it and chose one more slender. His nod toward the couch was implacable as he took lube from his bag.

Her asshole was already puckering as she bent. The towel was scratchy against her mound. God, although she’d given anal sex a fair shot in the past, the activity simply wasn’t one of her favorites. Why had she agreed to it? She gritted her teeth.
Dummy, don’t ever play war games with Dominants.

After pulling her cheeks apart, he unhurriedly worked the plug in. Cool and slick and still…too damn big. When she tightened against it, he smacked her butt hard enough to make her yelp. He paused and started again.

Burn, stretch, burn, stretch
. The plug pushed her open to the widest point, and she whimpered.

“Fuck, I love that sound.” And he continued until it plopped into place. “You can wear this for a bit; my cock will widen you some more.”

Oh no. No, no, no
. Her fingernails were permanently dug into the sofa cushions, her body totally stiff.

“Easy, pet.” The growl of his voice softened. “You’ll be able to take me.” He stroked her bottom in relaxing circles, and the aching in her asshole eased. “Safeword’s red,” he said. “Same as at the club. You’re experienced enough to use it if you need to, girl.”

His raspy baritone was oddly soothing, and his leisurely intimate caresses slowed her stampeding heart, guiding her away from fear as if he’d taken the reins from her hands. She dropped her head to rest on her forearms. Surrendering. He’d do to her what he wanted to do.

And she’d let him.

“Good girl.” A minute passed. Another. Only the measured stroke of his callused hand marked the passing of time.

Eventually he hauled her to her feet and tossed the towel onto the center cushion. “Sit on the sofa.”