Guard (The Underground Book 3) (17 page)

“Oh. My. God.” Those three words accompanied the dip in her belly and the shaking of her legs.

When he flicked his tongue over the swollen nub, she screamed, her orgasm taking over her entire body.

He didn’t release her clit while she shuddered around his lips, but he did lift his eyes to watch her. Her torso shook with every pulse. Her mouth fell open wide. She arched her chest off the table, but managed to keep her hands raised.

God, her tits were amazing. The perfect size for her body. Pert white globes that begged him to cup his hands around them and lick the tips. If only he had more limbs…

As her orgasm subsided, she shivered. Her body went limp. And then she winced. That’s when he released her clit and kissed a path up her belly, between her breasts, and up to her neck.

His hands followed, leaving her thighs to trail up the sides of her torso until he teased the edges of her sensitive breasts, making her giggle.

Oh Lord, he liked the sound of that coming from her lips. She was sated and supple. He would give her a minute and then take her there again.

“You want to move to the pull-out couch or your bedroom?” he asked, fighting the urge to chuckle.

He lifted a brow when she didn’t immediately respond. “You can speak now.”

She giggled again. “Um, let’s see. Huh. Tough decision. That couch is so comfy.”

He ignored her, tucking his hands under her arms and lifting her to sitting. When he had her upright, he bent his knees, dipped his head under her left arm, and heaved her over his shoulder.

She squealed, her hands landing on the waistline of his jeans. Her small fingers reached under the denim.

It only took a few strides to reach her bedroom, and then he unceremoniously dumped her on her ass on top of the mattress.

She bounced, another squeal escaping her lips. “Jesus. You’re gonna give me a heart attack.”

He padded across the room to grab a few things from his duffle in the corner. When he returned, he set the items at the foot of the bed and grabbed the corner of her crisp white comforter to cover them as she glanced his way. “Nosy,” he teased.

She giggled again.

But when he popped the button on his jeans and sauntered closer, her expression grew serious. “You’re finally going to take off your jeans? I was beginning to think you were hiding something.”

“Oh, I’m hiding something all right. I didn’t want to scare you prematurely,” he teased as he tugged the denim down his legs and stepped out.

She swallowed as he watched her expression. “You weren’t kidding.” She blinked as if maybe her eyes deceived her.

“Come on. Seen one, seen them all.”

“I don’t think so.” She scooted back on the bed, using her heels to push against the mattress. “I’ve seen a few. None were quite that well-endowed.”

He grasped the base of his cock and stroked his hand up over the tip before releasing it. If he did much more of that, he would come before he got close to her. “No more talking. Lie back. Grab the rungs of the headboard.” He loved her slatted headboard. Made his life so much easier.

She scampered backward, letting her head fall onto the pillow, perhaps to avoid staring at him any longer.

Good. She was a little flustered. It pleased him. He knew he was larger than average. But he would fit, and she would never say size didn’t matter after he took her.

“Spread your legs,” he instructed as he crawled onto the bed.

She didn’t hesitate.

He liked that.

But she did shiver.

“You cold?”

“No.”

“No,
Sir
,” he reminded her, drawing her back into the role. In no time he would have her writhing with need again.

“No, Sir,” she repeated, her voice lower. That flush came back. Oh, he was so going to be able to use that to his advantage. It made it so much easier to read her.

“Good girl.” He climbed between her legs, ignoring the erection that bobbed between his. “Have you ever been spanked before?”

“No, Sir.”

“Have you ever played like this at all? To any extent?”

“No, Sir.” She shook her head, meeting his gaze.

“But you’re such a natural.” He loved that she hadn’t experienced BDSM before. It would make it so much easier to teach her the way he liked things. Plus, everything would be a first for her. Watching her experience each step was going to be a pleasure. “Have I done anything you didn’t like?”

He knew he hadn’t, but verbalizing it would make her feel more comfortable.

“No, Sir.” Her flush deepened. Good. It unnerved her to admit it.

Her legs shook again. She kept them open, but it was hard for her.

“You want me to restrain your hands or your legs?” He liked to make it seem as if he were giving her a choice. And technically he was. She either kept them where he instructed, or they got forced into that location. Her choice.

She hesitated before finally speaking as if trying to decide if it was a trick question. “No…Sir?”

“Are you asking me?”

“I’m not sure.”

He chuckled. “I’m easy to get along with, baby. I like to be in control. And it turns out you like to be controlled. You’ll never be able to deny what makes you burn because your skin speaks for itself.” He traced the edge of a large red splotch on her chest.

She moaned, turning her head to one side.

“It’s hot as hell.”

She pursed her lips.

He didn’t want to laugh again. The last thing he wanted was for her to think he was laughing
at
her instead of
with
her. So, he controlled his instinct for now. “What I’m saying is I want your hands above your head and your legs open. It’s how I like to look at you. If you don’t think you can comply at any point, tell me to restrain you. I’ll never mind stopping to grab a rope or cuffs. But I
will
punish you if you don’t stay in this position and didn’t warn me you couldn’t control yourself any longer.”

“Yes, Sir.” Her knees jiggled. Her arousal was rising again.

The power of knowing he did that with his commanding words meant the world to him. This was precisely what it was all about—making his woman feel the most pleasure possible and watching it unfold on her face.

For some women, submission like this drove them wild. Thank God Haley was one of those women, because her obedience stiffened his cock further every second. The pressure was intense, but the release would be sweeter than sugar.

“I’m nervous about being tied down,” she admitted.

“Good girl. Always let me know what you’re thinking. Know this—I will never injure you. Not ever. I will never break your skin or cause you pain you can’t handle. I won’t leave you unattended at any point. And when I use ropes, most often you’ll be able to get them free easily with a little effort.

“They’re not meant to endanger you but to remind you. If something’s wrapped around your wrists and you tug, your arms won’t budge, making you remember you weren’t meant to move them at that time.”

“Okay, Sir.”

“Now, I’ll ask again. Do you want me to restrain your arms?”

“It might be a good idea, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He reached behind himself for the soft Velcro cuffs and showed them to her. “Velcro. Not easy to remove by yourself, but you can always maneuver your fingers to rip them open if necessary.”

“Okay.” A twinge of fear shown in her wide eyes, but it was normal.

He leaned over her sexy body and wrapped first one and then the other cuff around her wrists and then the bed. He intentionally attached them to the same rung so he could flip her over if he chose.

There was too much give, so he grabbed her hips and tugged her body down the bed until her arms were almost straight with a slight bend at the elbow. This forced her chest high.

She sucked in a sharp breath when the vulnerability sank in.

Reading the signs, he knew that was all she could take in the restraint department tonight.

“Are you wet?”

She met his gaze. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was soft, barely audible.

“Why does that embarrass you?”

She gritted her teeth before speaking. “I guess because it seems perverted of me to get more aroused the more you boss me around.”

And that’s the answer he was looking for. “It’s submission, baby. You know that, right?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Far more people than you realize enjoy submission. And what matters is that it gets you off. Have you ever been this turned on?”

She shook her head. “Never.”

“See?” He lifted a brow. “Let go of your preconceived notion that it’s wrong and just do what works. Okay?”

“Okay.” She relaxed into the mattress a bit more.

Goose bumps rose on her skin. He trailed a finger between her breasts and then back up to circle each nipple until they reached stiff peaks, pleading with him to touch them. “Your tits are amazing. Perfect.”

Her head rolled to the side at the compliment.

He smiled and then pinched the distended tips simultaneously.

She arched her chest off the bed, moaning loudly.

“You like that.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He let his hands trail down her body to her pussy again and scooted back enough to see clearly. “Spread your legs wider, baby. Lift your knees higher and let them fall open. I know it’s hard to expose yourself like that. But it also makes you so wet at the same time. Am I right?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, doing as he instructed. She shivered again.

“I’d like to slap your clit once so you can feel what it’s like and stop worrying about it. It will sting, but the slight pain will be overshadowed by the pleasure racing through your body at the same time. I’ve heard there’s nothing like it.”

Her lips parted, but she hesitated. “What if I don’t like it?”

“Then I won’t do it again tonight. I won’t anyway, not without your permission. But give me the benefit of the doubt here. It’s just a tap. Your clit will jump back to life, and you’ll wish you could come.”

She nodded.

He smiled. “Words. This is important. Tell me what you’re agreeing to.” He’d never suggested something like this to any woman his first night with her, but Haley was different. He hoped he was reading her right and he would both rock her world while easing her fear at the same time.

“You may slap my clit, Sir.” She dug her heels into the bed, her body stiffening.

He wrapped his hands around her ankles and tugged them apart, forcing her to lose the traction. “Relax.” It wasn’t possible, but at least she wouldn’t be so stiff.

Not wasting any time, he used one hand to pull the hood away from her clit, and snapped two fingers from his other hand over the swollen nub.

She yelped, her knees coming together. But she quickly corrected herself.

He wouldn’t mention the infraction under the circumstances.

Her breathing was heavy and ragged.

When he pulled her pussy lips apart, she was soaking wet. A line of moisture ran down from her pussy to her crack.

Oh hell yes. She couldn’t deny liking the feeling.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“Oh my God, Mikhail.”

“Haley…” he warned. “Yes or no?”

“Do it again.”

He smiled and then repeated the action, lifting the hood back and striking her with two fingers in the same manner.

This time she groaned but didn’t close her legs.

“Again?”

“Yes, please.”

The third time, he swatted her clit but then let his fingers land back on the pinkened nub, pressing against it.

She lifted her hips off the bed. “Fuck me. God, Mikhail. Please stop teasing me and fuck me. Hard. Now. I need you inside me.”

He released her clit and leaned over her body, his hands landing beside her breasts. “Are you begging me, sweet girl?”

“Yes.”

“You used a lot of words to do so.” He couldn’t fight the smile lifting his mouth. Could she be any more perfect?

“Then I guess you’ll lose count when you spank me. But fuck me first before I lose my mind.”

Oh yeah. This woman was his in every way.

He wasted no time grabbing a condom from behind him and rolling it on. And then he was at her entrance. “You’re going to come the second I enter you, aren’t you?”

“Probably,” she admitted.

“I haven’t even had a finger inside you.”

“I’m so very aware of that…Sir.” She added that last word as if she weren’t in so much trouble already that it mattered.

There was no way he would be able to punish her for this defiance, though. He’d met his match in every way. She would challenge him and keep his cock stiff at all hours of the day and night.

He would spank her ass sometimes, but he knew all that would do would be to get her off. If he wanted her to suffer, he was going to have to come up with something else. Because this woman beneath him was hell on wheels.

“Fuck me. Jesus, Mikhail, what are you waiting for?”

He lined himself up with her entrance as she lifted to meet his cock. And then he met and held her gaze as he slammed in to the hilt.

Her eyes glazed over. At least he thought they did before he lost his vision. As if he were spiraling down a long roller coaster that blinded him with its intensity, he tried to breathe. He closed his eyes as he adjusted to her warmth. The incredible tightness of her pussy. When was the last time she had sex?

Jesus.

When he blinked his eyes open, she was staring at him. “Move,” she commanded.

He grinned and shook his head as he slowly pulled out of her until nothing but the tip was still lodged in her channel.

“God… Haley… You’re so fucking tight.”

“Yeah…” She tipped her head back and angled her hips so he was forced deeper.

He couldn’t hold back any longer. “Gonna fuck you, baby. Hard.”

“You keep promising that…”

He chuckled, but it was cut short when he thrust back into her and then did it again. And again.

Perfect. Everything about her was perfect.

She fit him like a glove. And she dished out sass like a professional brat. Though she had no idea what that was, and he didn’t intend to tell her.

His thought shattered as his cock stiffened further. He concentrated on nothing but her tight channel and the way she squeezed his cock with every pass.