Fixed 01 - Fantasy Fix (5 page)

Making me want to beg for your touch.

She ignored her thought. “You’re scaring me.” It sounded like a much safer response.

He moved closer, and she retreated. They danced those same steps until he backed her into the smooth wood of her bedroom door, and Reggie had nowhere else to go.

He leaned close. “It is not fear that causes your heart to race,
milaya
.” He reached out, and she jerked back from his touch, but he just brushed a stray tendril of hair from her face and held her gaze with his. “It is not fear that makes your breath quick and your mouth dry. It is not fear that tightens your nipples and dampens your cunt. It is want.”

Reggie’s thighs clenched. His words made her hotter than she’d been the last time she’d come, and he wasn’t even touching her.

“You can’t be doing this to me,” she said, hoping she could make the words true by speaking them. “This can’t happen.”

Dmitri chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that resonated in her head and her heart and deep inside her pussy.

“You will be amazed by all the things that can happen,
milaya
, if you will just let go and trust me.”

She wanted it so badly she scared herself, and a frightened Reggie was a belligerent Reggie.

“Trust you?” she scoffed, stiffening her spine and glaring up at him. “I don’t even know you! I just picked you up in a bar. You could be anyone. Or any
thing
. How am I supposed to trust you?”

She braced herself for his anger and almost hoped for it. If he were angry, maybe she wouldn’t want so badly to rip off all her clothes and jump him.

She was glad she could still speak her mind, though. It comforted her to know no matter what this weird power he had over her, he hadn’t turned her into some mindless sex drone. As long as she could still recognize herself, her fear stopped short of panic and terror.

Dmitri smiled, not an angry roar in sight. “You make excuses for yourself, Regina. Yet even as you do so, you know in your heart that the point is moot. Part of you already trusts me, or I would not be here. You would not have invited me into your home. Into your bed.”

She resented the way his voice could make her ache for him. “I invited you into my bed, huh? Is that what I’ve done? It’s funny, because I don’t seem to recall saying that little thing.”

“You do not have to speak for me to know your desires,
dushka
. I know precisely what you want, for it is what I want as well.”

Knowing you want to tie me down and fuck me ‘til my brain explodes is hardly comforting, buster.

Tamping down her wayward thoughts, she opened her eyes wide and batted her lashes up at him. “Really? You want an end to world hunger and a 1968 Jaguar sedan in British Racing Green?”

“You should be careful not to sass me too much, Regina Elaina.” All at once, the three inches between their bodies became no inches, and he cupped his hands around her ass, kneading the flesh through the form-fitting leather. “I may have to punish you.”

Yes, please!

Reggie cursed herself and the juices that seeped from her pussy at the thought of it. Instead of the fear, his statement aroused nothing but her nipples and her curiosity. And her pussy. Couldn’t forget her pussy. No matter how hard she tried.

Her lips parted before she could stop them, and she was left to listen in horror when her tongue ran wild and teased the tiger.

“Oh, really?” She barely recognized her own voice for all the seductive purring. “And would you like to punish me, Dmitri?”

His eyes glinted, and his hands squeezed her ass. “As much as you would like to be punished,
katyonak
.”

“What does it mean?” And could he please give her a lengthy explanation so she’d have time to think of an escape route?

“Katyonak?”

“Yes.”

“It is an endearment. It means ‘kitten.’”

Something in Reggie melted, and this time it wasn’t even her cunt. “Is that how you think of me? An innocent little kitten?”

He raised one hand to cup her face, lowered the other until his fingers slid between her ass cheeks and pressed against her leather-covered core from behind.

“An adventurous little kitten,” he corrected, flicking one finger over the smooth, hot leather, “bent on mischief. Soft and sensuous and filled with curiosity, but still just a bit skittish.”

With one hand on her face and his other hand cupping her pussy through her increasingly uncomfortable leather pants, Reggie felt bound more tightly than iron shackles could have managed. This man had complete control over her body, and the look in his eyes told her he wanted it that way.

She trembled.

“Am I right,
katyonak
? Do I make you nervous?”

She trembled again, and her body shivered against his, bringing a very wicked smile to his lips. His hand pressed harder against her, and her labia spread for him, parting around the seam in the crotch of her pants. Suddenly even the thick leather seemed like no barrier at all.

He had the advantage, and he pressed it. The hand he hadn’t already buried between her legs slid down from her jaw to close around her throat, not squeezing, but circling it like a collar and pressing her head gently back against the door. The position forced her spine to straighten even further than the corset alone had managed, and she stood there, pinned between his hard body and the hard wood, unable to look at anything but him.

He stared into her eyes, his thumb smoothing the skin of her vulnerable throat while his other hand began to rub the furrow between her thighs with firm, steady pressure. She felt like a toy, positioned for his pleasure, dominated and controlled beneath his hands and his eyes and his breathtaking presence.

So why the hell was she so excited?

Why did she have to fight to keep from whimpering, to keep her eyes from drifting shut, to keep her thighs from parting wider to urge him closer. Should she really enjoy being treated like some sort of blow up doll for a strange man to use?

“You have nothing in common with such inanimate objects,
milka
. A doll does not enjoy her lover’s caress.” His fingers slid forward between her puffy lips, pressing the rough seam against her tender flesh, until he nudged her clit. Reggie bit back a moan but couldn’t control the way her hips rolled into his touch. “Only a woman becomes so hot, so wet, so richly scented.”

He inhaled deeply, breathing her in. Reggie saw the way his nostrils flared and the heat that burned in his eyes and wondered how she smelled to him.

Then she wondered what the hell she was thinking. She tensed, and nerves overwhelmed her again, no matter how wet her pussy got.

“That is very good, Regina,” he murmured, nuzzling the sensitive hollow behind her ear. He might as well have nuzzled her clit, because his touch made her gasp and shake. “I want to make you nervous. And I want to make you wet. Before the night is over, I want to make you do many, many things you’ve only imagined. And that is what you want as well.”

She wanted to deny it, wanted to tell him he bored her and he should leave her alone. But his fingers slid forward and closed over her clit. When he squeezed, she came.

Her body tensed and shuddered against the cold, wooden door. Her hips jerked hard against his hand, and her pussy slicked the crotch of her leather pants with her juices. She stood there, dazed and breathless, held up not by her water-weak legs, but by his hand on her throat and his fingers on her spasming cunt.

“Isn’t that what you want, Regina?”

She thought about denying it. She
longed
to deny it, but she knew he could feel the way her pussy still fluttered beneath its covering. She couldn’t lie, but she didn’t want to admit it either so she kept her mouth shut and glared at him instead.

He smiled and twisted his hand until his knuckles dug into the soaking leather on either side of her sensitized clit. He flexed his fingers, and she whimpered.

“Isn’t it?”

“
God, yes!
”

“Good girl.”

All of a sudden his hands fell away from her, and she sagged boneless against the door. “What—?”

She hadn’t had time to blink, but Dmitri stood several feet away, his lips curved in a hard, wicked smile. He looked so pleased with himself. If her pussy weren’t still throbbing, she’d be tempted to wipe the smirk off his face.

“Patience,
dushka
,” he murmured, looking amused by her mutinous expression. “You shall have what you want.”

His eyes gleamed, and she could have sworn she felt his hands on her again, rubbing slowly over her swollen breasts and simultaneously cupping her dripping pussy, circling her wrists and kneading her ass. If he hadn’t been standing three feet away, she would have been tempted to believe he’d grown a hundred new hands. She could feel his touch everywhere.
Sensory memory,
she told herself. Never mind that he hadn’t held her by her wrists.

“You shall have exactly what you crave, Regina, but only if you do as I say. Can you do that?”

She hesitated, wanting to say no, to scream, to run for the hills. At least, that’s what her mind wanted to do. Her pussy wanted to wrap around his cock and milk him until they were both raw. She wasn’t inclined to give her pussy the deciding vote.

But then her nipples chimed in, followed by her thighs, her arms, her ass and, finally, her traitorous lips.

“Yes. I can do that.”

She thought she caught a warm flash of pride and pleasure before his expression firmed into a mask of impassive control.

“Good girl. In that case, strip off the leather and get on the bed. But leave the corset where it is.”

Chapter Four

It took a minute for the command to sink in, but once it did, Reggie swallowed. Hard.

Strip? Now? Here?

“Strip,” he repeated. “Now. Here.”

He leaned against the post at the foot of her bed and watched.

She bit her lip. Moment of truth time. Her body wanted the clothes off her back and Dmitri on her front. Her mind called her ten kinds of idiot. Her curiosity cast the deciding vote. When would she ever have this kind of opportunity again, especially with a man who made her this hot? She couldn’t back out now.

Her hands moved to the side zipper on her leather pants, but her eyes stayed on his face. Just looking at his firm, authoritative expression and his austere, compelling face sent a shiver down her spine. She couldn’t read his thoughts, but her body didn’t care. Her nipples tightened beneath their silk covering, and she slowly lowered the zipper.

“You might want to take the boots off first,” he drawled, watching but not moving. “Unless you want to be stuck with your pants around your ankles and no place to go. Not that the image doesn’t have a certain naughty schoolgirl appeal.” His eyes glinted, the only crack in his stoic demeanor. “But we’ll save that particular scene for another time. Boots first.”

The images sprang into her mind like an ambush. She saw herself, bare-bottomed and draped over his knees to face the consequences of her disobedience. He would be stern and unyielding, and she would be shaking and repentant, with an ass that glowed pink and warm from her spanking. A shudder raced through her.

Dmitri noticed. His eyes burned, and she felt the force of his satisfaction.

Her cheeks flushed even hotter, and she hurried to obey him. She reached down to pull off her boots and realized she had a problem.

She bent to a thirty-five degree angle before the confining corset jerked her to a halt. She was stuck, and all of a sudden she recalled a key detail of her wardrobe, like the fact that she’d put on the corset after the boots; and they could only come off in the opposite order.

She straightened up and cleared her throat. “Um, I seem to have a small problem.”

Dmitri quirked an eyebrow.

“I can’t untie the boots while I’m wearing the corset.”

He said nothing.

Reggie suspected he knew exactly what her problem was, but she explained anyway. “I can’t bend over far enough. Unless I take off the corset.”

At least that got him to speak.

“Did I tell you to take off the corset?” he asked with the exaggerated patience of an adult to a slow-witted child.

He made Reggie feel like that naughty schoolgirl, and she quickly blocked out that thought before it got her in any more trouble. She shrugged. “You said to leave the corset where it is.”

“Precisely.”

She shifted her weight and frowned. “But I told you I can’t take the boots off while the corset is on. And I can’t take the pants off until the boots come off.”

He just raised his other eyebrow, and Reggie snapped.

“Fine then!” She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. “If I can’t take the boots off, you have to find some other way to get into my pants, buster.”

Reggie savored her defiance for all of three milliseconds. Until she saw Dmitri’s eyes narrow. His jaw firmed, and he pushed away from the bedpost, taking one menacing step toward her.

“I don’t believe I heard you properly, Regina,” he purred. This time the rasp sounded more like a threat than a rumble of pleasure. “Did you just talk back to me? Because if you did, I’m afraid you’ll have to be punished for it.”

For a heartbeat, she contemplated sassing him again. Not only would it give her great emotional satisfaction, but it would be the tug on the tiger’s tale that likely
would
get her turned over his knee and spanked until she begged for mercy. And if she egged him into it, she wouldn’t have to take responsibility for it. She could blame him.

She quivered. Dmitri stepped in front of her until his chest pressed against her and his breath tickled her eyelashes. He clouded her mind with the feel of him. Her stomach did a back flip, and suddenly, defying him was the last thing on her mind. She wanted to please him, needed to win his approval and his touch.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He gripped her chin in his hand, raising her eyes to meet his. “What did you say, Regina? I couldn’t hear you.”

She licked her lips, fought back another shudder. Every time she drew breath, she smelled him, and the earthy, spicy scent of him made her pussy clench. “I said I was sorry. I didn’t mean to…to talk back to you like that.”