Hide and Seek (16 page)

“So you really like to be bossy in the bedroom? You really enjoy commanding me…and having me obey?”

“It's satisfying.” Her jaw ticked as it always did when she lied. Damn it.

Why did he have to be so right?

Why did she have to be so wet?

“But not mind-blowing.” He released her face, sliding his fingers along her cheekbone. “I know a true dom. She can get off just from giving orders. You can't.”

Sudden insecurity swamped her. She looked away, thanking the high heavens she no longer had to look into his eyes.

He knew a dom? What did he do with her?

“Of course not,” she snapped. “That's perverted and I'm not perverted.”

“Not you, little Miss Innocent with your box full of dildos,” he laughed. “And not to mention, the dom I know, she never sways. Never falls to pieces at a man's touch. She has control.”

“The world is full of different people. Each to his own. If I'm not good enough for you, you can always return to your dom.”

“Not a chance, angel. I want you, not some hard dom.” His words were like little hammers, driving nails of truth into her heart. “I think you're trying to guard your heart, acting all tough, but what truly turns you on is—”

“Maxim, please…” she begged, no longer averse to childish pleading if it would turn off the faucet between her legs. The beating in her chest.

“Nope, not this time Elisa.” He scooted back on the bed, stabilizing his legs, and encircled her waist with his hands. “This time, I'm completely in charge.”
Umpphh!
He forced her over his knees. “But good boyfriend that I am”—his hand gripped her ass firmly—“I'm going to give you an out.”

“You're not my boyfriend,” she ground out through clenched teeth.

She sucked in several deep breaths, blank as far as a plan went. All she could think was that he'd called himself her boyfriend—so not true! A boyfriend cared. Was part of a woman's life. Took her on dates.

Maxim was sex. Nothing more.

He patted her exposed ass. “I disagree.”

“I don't.”

For hell's sake. A man had her over his knees. Was she really debating?

She wriggled, her resistance futile against his strong grasp. Not that she was trying all that hard, mind you, but she was trying. A little bit. As much as her hungry cunt allowed.

Her breasts rubbed his steel cock, jolting awareness through her pebbled nipples to her very being. “Let me go!”

“I disagree.” Maxim delivered a sharp, swift smack to her left cheek. “If I'm not your boyfriend, then what am I?”

“A gigolo! A man whore! You're just sex to me and nothing more!” she insisted.

He swatted her bottom again and she reared against him, all too aware of the way that the pleasure/pain flooded her with the need for more.

“Maxim!” she cried, though she wasn't sure what for at this point.

Relief.

He forced her down, pinning her firmly.

This time he sent a stinging slap to her opposite cheek. His thumb stroked along the crack of her ass in decadent threat. “If you
really
don't like being spanked and you
really
want me to stop, I will, Elisa. Just say the word.”

“I—”

“But know this, stop me today and I'll stop forever.” His tone was gruff. Solid.
True
. Maxim wasn't making threats. He really would stop if she wanted him to.

Damn it.

Fuckfuckfuckfuck!

She was lying there with her ass exposed to him and she couldn't bring herself to move? To say no?
Ughhh!

Talk about inner struggles. Her cunt—her inner, naughty self—craved his hand upon her bottom, no matter how much her mind begged to differ. The two warred, her body and brain in an all out tug-of-war.

Forget that she was an advocate of woman's rights eager for a man to spank her. Maxim should not have her over his knee five minutes after eavesdropping on her. It wasn't right!

But damn, did it feel good.

“Tell me I'm your boyfriend,” he demanded, his hand rising in threat. “Tell me you're falling for me.”

God, she couldn't do it. She couldn't ask him to stop.

Elisa whimpered, knowing she was trapped. She wanted him to spank her so much, she was forced to oblige.

“Say it!”

He slapped her ass again and she cried out. “I'm yours!”

“And what do you want?”

“You!”

“To do what?”

“Spank me!”

He delivered a softer, almost loving blow to her already tender skin. “That's my girl,” he said softly. His hand ran softly over the smarting area, caressing her. “You've been naughty, but I'm going to teach you to be good.”

With that, his sensual punishment continued, leaving her ass stinging, her every nerve standing on end, ignited, flared, ready to combust.

Her pussy was dripping wet, suffused with sexual need. Her clit pulsed rapidly. Her slit yawned, open to take him. Even her anus puckered in awareness, also wanting in on some of the pleasure.

“Keep saying it,” he commanded. “Who do you belong to?”

“You…I'm yours,” she cried, knowing she was betraying herself, but not giving a damn at the moment. “All yours, Maxim! Take me!”

He groaned from deep within, sounding like a hungry animal. His spanking came to a sudden halt. “Get on the bed. On your knees.”

He lifted her off of him and she crawled into position, thrusting her ass in the air. She didn't know how much more she could bear, but she was at his mercy.

T
o
Elisa's surprise, it was not his hand that delivered the next blow, but his mouth. Maxim kissed her flaming bottom and then licked every inch of the tender area.

When he finished with her left cheek, he moved to the right, his mouth melting her very core as he loved all over her ass. Slowly, attentively, he made sure his tongue and lips came in contact with every inch of skin that his hand had punished.

Meanwhile, his thumbs caressed the undersides of her knees, creating little electric shocks that bolted through her, making her want to wriggle away.

“Maxim.” She whimpered under her breath, trying desperately to stay still so he wouldn't stop. “Oh God.”

She'd never had a man kiss her ass before…and she liked it. A lot.

With a moan, she shifted her weight, propping on her elbows to better support her upper body and keep her ass high in the air.

“That's it.” He kneaded her bottom, continuing to lave her rounded cheeks with his tongue. “So sweet.”

His tongue stroked along the deep crevice between her butt cheeks, sending shooting sparks through her. Alarm flared in her. What was he going to do? Dare she hope that he'd place his mouth to the sensitive skin surrounding her rear entrance?

A knot formed in her throat. She wanted to scream, to plead for more, to protest his every touch, but silence owned her. She was barely hanging on. His attentions were too much. Too glorious. She was primed to detonate.

“Hang on angel. I'm going to give you exactly what you need.” Maxim took the condom from the pillow and opened the foil package, rolling the rubber on. Spreading her legs, Maxim opened her from behind and pulled her cheeks wide apart. Air hit her asshole and cunt, making her gush with need.

Gently, he planted his lips to her center. “You're all mine, right?”

“Yes,” she hissed, despite all logic. “All yours.”

“Then I'm going to take all of you.” His breath blew across her pussy. He dipped into her folds with his tongue, then withdrew. “
All,
angel. Are you ready?”

Ready?

How could one ever be
ready
to give themself up to passion…to ecstasy…to love? It wasn't something you could prepare for. When it hit you, it came fast and hard and explosive.

She moaned her permission and thrust her rear against him.

His hands palmed her ass, halting her action. “No. I want you to say it. No hiding, Elisa.”

“Yes,” she whispered, her words barely audible. “I want you.”

“Louder,” he insisted. “Say it!”

“I want you!”

“Louder!”
Roughly jerking her toward him, he spanked her pussy, slapping her bared mons just enough to slightly sting. “Now.”

“I'm ready. I want you. Fuck me!” she cried, her fingers knotting the comforter beneath her for strength. “Please!”

“How do you want it?” he demanded.

“Take all of me.”

“That's what I want to hear.” Grasping her bottom tightly, he bent and slid his tongue along her pussy, slowly tasting every inch of her before pressing the oral muscle into her slit. He probed her depths, drinking her dripping juices. Driving her to the brink of insanity, he abruptly pulled free.

Maxim gently nibbled her clit, milking waves of need through her. Just when she could bear no more, he slid his tongue along her cunt, over her perineum, to her anus. He flicked the tip of his tongue over the puckering bud and then kissed her fully, pushing her over the edge.

“Maxim!” She screamed as a totally unexpected, uncontrollable orgasm bolted through her lower regions, sending her body into spiraling convulsions. “Oh…oh…oh God!”

“That's it, angel, come good for me.” Several of his fingers pressed into her shaking pussy, fucking her without preamble, driving in and out of her, hard and fast.

The pads of his fingertips reached her G-spot, caressing the sensitive area each time they plunged into her. He explored her most intimate area with broaching strokes, as if searching for ways to drive her crazy. And boy did he find them, over and over and over.

Her whole world turned upside down and inside out as she climaxed repeatedly around his hand, feeling lost in the powerful waves.

Without slowing his hard thrusting, Maxim moved onto his knees, angling his cock so that the tip touched her rear entrance.

“You sure about this, Elisa?” His erection pressed ever so slightly into her anus, applying pressure.

“Yes,” she whimpered.

“Beg me.”

Heady anticipation twisted in her gut. Her bottom twittered in longing.

God, she wanted his cock up her ass…badly…

Elisa opened her mouth, wanting to scream, “Please, fuck me in the ass!” But her throat tightened. Nothing came out.

Did he really expect her to
beg
him?

Heat rose to her face and spread through her every limb. Damn the bastard, always being so talkative. Astute.

She turned her head to the side so that she could see him, groaning as he withdrew his fingers. Drawing some of her liquid lust with him, he spread it along his shaft. “Well, Elisa?”

“Maxim…”

His wet thumb flicked over the puckering bud, torturing her. “Yes, angel, what would you like?”

“You know,” she practically pleaded.

Damn, she was really going to do it. She was so close to begging him, she could taste the words in her mouth.

“I don't.” With his other hand, he reached down, and found her clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves in tiny circles. “You have to tell me.”

“I can't.”

“Then you don't want it.” Hands on her bottom, he started to withdraw. “I guess we're done here.”

The walls of her anus spasmed, protesting. Without thinking, she thrust her bottom in the air. “Wait!” Forced to the pinnacle of intimacy with him, whether she wanted to be or not, she swallowed, searching for the right words. “Take me…that way. Please.”

“What way? Where do you want my cock?”

“In my ass.
Please
, Maxim.”

“How?” His thumb pressed into the tight circle, gently opening her up. “Is there a certain way you like it?”

“Very slowly.”

“Lie down,” he directed, sliding a pillow under her hips. He planted a gentle kiss to her shoulder, then nestled his cock between her cheeks, probing her back door.

“Don't tighten up. Stay relaxed.” His hands gripped her wrists and pulled her arms above her head. “And if it's too much, just say so, and I'll stop. I promise.”

His body melted against hers as he slid slowly into her bottom, opening the tight hole inch by inch with his thick member.

She whimpered, knotting her fingers in the bedding as her body accommodated him. Tiny pricks of pleasure/pain shot through her, but nothing severe. Nothing that didn't turn her on. Big time.

After a moment, his cock was fully inside of her. He propped up his body with his left hand and slid his other arm beneath her, cupping her mons.

He dove into her folds, finding her clit. Pressing the bud, he played with her pussy and gently rocked inside her. The measured, slight strokes into her bottom, in addition to the exploration of her pussy, were so damned erotic, actually beautiful, she could cry.

She'd been taken this way before but it had been hard. Fast.
Dirty.
She'd been embarrassed.

It was nothing like this.

Nothing so pleasurable. Intimate.

She relaxed, accepting all of him. He nuzzled his face in her hair and massaged her cunt in wide circles. “Are you all right?”

She inhaled, drawing in his masculine scent, his tenderness making her feel like pure woman. “Yes.”

The head of his cock circled against a tight gathering of nerves hidden within her that she hadn't known existed. New sensation rippled through her. She'd never known anal sex could feel so good…

He stilled, rotating his hips gently. “Am I going to make you come?”

“I want to…” A moan escaped her. “But I need…”

“I know, baby.” He pressed two digits into her slit, searching deep and finding exactly what she needed.

He teased the orgasm blooming at her core, drawing it forth.

“Damn, I'm so close,” he told her through gritted teeth. “You're so tight.”

Heat washed over her, ecstasy igniting her every last nerve from her fingers to her toes. She tingled, clenching her loins and ass muscles as she climaxed.

Maxim pressed his fingers into her hips, holding tight as he grunted and drove into her with sudden force. His cock jerked and he filled her with his cum. “Elisa, you're heaven-sent. Say it one more time.”

“I'm yours,” she murmured, reading his mind. Elisa melted into the mattress, sexually spent. “I'm yours…”

T
here
was such a thing as too tired to move. And for the first time in his life, he was experiencing it.

Maxim commanded his limbs to function. Just like all his other previous attempts, they didn't obey. Instead, he lay there in a pile of mush, his mind protesting.

Damn it!

How could one little lady have completely worn him out?

Well, it wouldn't work. So he couldn't walk…he'd roll after her. She'd see. He was freaking going to Aspen.

He tried to throw himself from the bed, but he couldn't even do that.

Damn it. Elisa was leaving. He had to…

Ufff!

Suddenly his body gave way and he flopped from the thick mattress to the hardwood floor with a nasty blow to his shoulder.

“Ohhhhh…” He rolled to his side, moaning as deep pain radiated through his upper body. “Elisa…”

He never should have tried to move. It was impossible.

“Oh, come on, why me?” He curled his knees, groaning. The sound of the door shutting slammed through him. “Damn it! Elisa…”

He didn't want to miss going into town. He wanted steak and fresh men's clothing and wine and more than anything, to know what she was up to with Lizzy.

It wasn't fair.

He commanded the pain to stop and his body to stand. He needed to stop being so wimpy and whiny. But nothing. Nada. Only the dull, consistent ache in his shoulder.

He was stuck. Tired. Helpless.

Despite his battle for consciousness, he was rapidly descending back into sleep, right there on the floor. Fighting only made his fall faster. He gave in. If he couldn't have the real thing, then hell, he was ready for heavenly dreams of good food and spirits, and as always, Elisa.

Within moments, his snores filled the air.