Hide and Seek (4 page)

“I know I can.” He stood, nodding. “If that's what you truly want, I will.”

“You'll be my guinea pig, Maxim,” she said coldly. “If I'm going to resist being taken advantage of, I need to learn to use 'em and lose 'em myself.”

He moved closer, too close. Their bodies pressed together. “So you're going to use me?”

“Like a gigolo.”

“I won't argue with that. Use away,” he flipped off, sounding satisfied.

Somehow, she didn't believe him.

Suddenly Maxim seized her by the shoulders, his hands still cold, even through the warmth of her flannel nightgown. He pressed against her, forcing her to feel the effects of his long wait outside; the hard-on he had for her. He drove her backward, up against the wall. “Let's go.”

“The rules,” she protested. “You agreed to—”

“I recall an agreement to give you a climax and not to take pleasure of my own.” Moving his hands from her shoulders to her spine, he tangled his fingers in her long waves, wrapping her hair around his wrists and binding her to him. “I don't recall you saying anything about kissing or touching. Ergo, I touch.” He brushed his lips against her cheek. “And I kiss…”

His lips feathered along her jawbone, and she lifted her chin, fighting the racing need running through her. “I—” Despite herself, Elisa thawed into his fierce embrace, wanting him more than she had a right to. Cupping her face, he drew her lips to his, and his mouth crushed hers, sweeping her into a kiss so ferocious, so carnal, she was knocked senseless.

“You said nothing about sucking either,” he said, his mouth capturing her tongue, his lips smashing hers, bruising and hard. She reciprocated his attack, kissing him more wildly than she'd ever kissed any man.

“Or fondling.” Releasing her hair, his hands grabbed her ass, squeezing. “I'm afraid your rules weren't very clear at all, and you know me, Elisa, I'm not one to behave.”

He's commanding your body, your desires, Elisa. No, no, no! Get it together!

But it felt so damned good!

No!

Elisa tore free, trying to shove his heavy body off her. “Rule number one. You don't touch me unless you're told to.” She gave him another shove.

A dark look flashed in his gaze and he stepped back, giving her a few inches of space. “Sorry, darling.” Shaking his head at himself, he flashed a lopsided smile, making her heart kick in her chest. “Not quite my intent.” He winked. “I want you so hot, you're combustible.”

“I'm not kidding, Maxim. If you—”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” His cock stood long, hard, proud under the strained fabric. “So tell me to touch you.”

Elisa swallowed. “Rule number two, you can only touch me the way I command.”

“Come on now, that's no fun.” He sandwiched her against the wall and pressed his erection to her cunt. Cradling the back of her head, he pulled her forward, kissing her again. His lips, his tongue were everywhere on her face, her mouth…devouring her. “Don't you like the way I touch you?”

A jolt of arousal shot straight to her loins, heating the area. Hell yes, she liked it! Too damn much! All Elisa could feel was his cock lying against her pussy, long, hard, threatening. Her will was close to shattering, breaking to bits like a busted piece of fine porcelain.

No!
It wasn't supposed to happen like this. Why was she letting Maxim have his way with her? Why was
she
permitting herself to be seduced?

Where was her damned control? Was she so weak?

No!

She was powerful, strong, dominant, and she'd prove it to him. She'd prove it to herself!

Wrenching away, she pushed him, harder than she meant to. Maxim fell backward, stumbling to the rough-hewn oak floor with an ass-breaking thump.

“What the hell?” Clutching his rear in pain, he looked at her like she was a nut job.

And she was. God, why had she done that?

“I'm sorry, I—”

“Really?” He raised a brow, quickly standing, and becoming formidable once again. “You're going to have to make that up to me, I think.”

Her eyes drifted to his cock and her insides quivered.

Stepping closer, he reached for her breasts.

“NO!” She put her hand up, halting his advance. “It isn't happening this way.”

He smirked. “Then what way is it happening? I'll try any position with you, baby.”

“We have an agreement, Maxim,” she reminded him firmly. “I don't know what your deal is, but keep it or get out.”

Chuckling, he snatched a piece of her long hair and wound it around his pinky finger. “Shall I kiss your feet, my queen?”

“Don't mock me.” Lifting her chin, she pulled her hair from his grasp. She studied his every feature, now weathered and matured from the boy she knew in college. Maybe he was different; maybe he wasn't. The old Maxim could never have withstood what she was about to ask of him; she doubted he could now. But if he did, she might believe he'd changed. Might. “Rule number three, don't challenge me, or otherwise try to usurp my position. You want something,
anything
, you ask. Politely. Your next attack, sensual or otherwise, you're done.” She paused a moment. “Now, if you think you can play by those rules, come please me.”

She waited with baited breath for his answer…one he thought twice about this time around. Studying her, he hardened his jaw, and the look in his eyes turned dark. “Jesus. He really hurt you, didn't he?”

His question stung and she looked away. “Like the rest of the world, you saw the pictures. What do you think?”

“I don't know.”

“Then why did you come here? Search me out, like a dog in heat? Wait outside my home in a blizzard and all but kill yourself to get inside?
Why?
”

“Not to hurt you, I promise that.” He started to reach for her, then dropped his hand. “I'm sorry I attacked you.”

His apology caused a surge of emotion to storm through her, forcing her to erect a dam of hardness to keep it in. With a silent nod, Elisa stood in awkward silence, not sure what to say or do first. Not sure if she should allow this to progress. Not sure
how
. After all, she'd never been the one in charge before.

Moments passed as she contemplated Maxim and his sudden, strange appearance. He was the last person she'd ever expected to see, yet here she was, about to have him pleasure her. For the most part, he seemed like the same old sex-charged, superficial, cocky Maxim, but there was something different about him, something lonely, desperate, heartfelt…

Not to mention his presence was so weird. Unexplained.

Yet a piece of her she wanted to deny welcomed Maxim's company.

He cleared his throat, jarring her, and she had to say something.

“Well, do you agree, or not?”

“To what?”

“My terms.”

“Oh those.” He winked at her. The devil. “How could I say no?”

“Take the robe off,” she told him, amazed when the words she spoke came out successfully. “I want to see you naked.”

After all, she'd waited more than half a decade to see what all the hype was about.

“Yes, ma'am.” Grinning, Maxim proudly dropped the garment to the floor, revealing his cock. A dark patch of thick pubic hair shadowed the area around the thick, meaty shaft, which stood swollen and ready for her.
Too bad
. His cock would surely be disappointed.

“Call me
queen
. I liked that better. ‘Ma'am' makes you sound like a cowboy and me sound old.” Walking around him, she inspected him thoroughly. From his six-pack and built pectoral muscles, to his broad, muscled back and arms, to his chiseled ass, she soaked in his every masculine feature. If she hadn't known him, she'd have thought Maxim was in construction or some other blue-collar job, at least until she took note of his trimmed, well-kept nails. He was so built, so tanned, but Elisa knew that was simply from hours of indulgent efforts at the gym, not working hard. Maxim had never lifted a finger out of necessity his whole life. Then again, neither had she; her father was rich and she had a huge trust fund. But unlike him, she chose not to take advantage of the fact.

If you asked her, what Maxim needed was a woman to put him in his place. Someone to jar him from his comfort zone. Maybe he'd never change, but she hoped he'd never forget her.

Maxim shifted his stance. “Enjoying yourself?”

“I will be.” She smiled smartly, and traced a finger over his wide shoulders, walking around to face him. “I think, Maxim, I'd like you to kiss my breasts first.”

Wetting his lips, he nodded confidently. “Not a problem. I love—”

Elisa put up her finger, quieting him. “Remember, you can't touch any other part of me. Not until I say.”

He smiled, probably because he didn't get it, and then held out his hand. “Come here.”

“Patience.” Elisa removed her nightgown, throwing it in a heap to the floor. She wore no bra—she rarely did—but she'd always made a point of ensuring her panties were sexy. Lace and silk made her feel feminine.

Standing before him in only a pair of black thongs, confident in her role, her remaining anxiety dissipated. She felt powerful, womanly, and invincible. She loved it.

Pressing a finger to his chest, she slowly trailed the digit downward, over his navel, to his cock. Her thumb rested on its wide head, flicking back and forth, and making him groan. “And you can't touch yourself.”

“Not a habit of mine,” he answered stiffly, his control already clearly in danger.

Smiling, she bent down and kissed his tip gently, knowing damn well she was teasing him unmercifully and enjoying every second of it. “Not from what I've seen.”

“That was your doing.”

“Oh? How is that?” she asked, bringing her body closer to his, so that their thighs met. “Did watching me with a dildo turn you on?”

“Like you wouldn't believe.”

A whoosh of relief flooded through her, transforming her embarrassment over the earlier scene into raw feminine power. Sexiness radiated through her body, making her glow.

“Then I wonder how pleasuring me with one will make you feel.” She ground her cunt against his cock. “Especially when you can't touch yourself for relief. Hmmmm…an interesting concept. I wonder, Maxim, if your desire for me will keep you here or drive you away.”

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down and she grabbed his head, pulling his mouth to her breasts. Digging her fingers in his short hair, she smothered him with the lush flesh, adoring the feel of his face buried in her chest.

Maxim gathered her breasts in his palms, lifting them, and bringing the mounds together. Gently, he kissed her left nipple, then her right, and slowly licked circles around her areolas. His tongue flicked over her nipples, coaxing the buds into tight peaks.

Loving it, she mashed his face into her. “More! Harder!”

Taking one of her hardened, sensation-infused nipples with his teeth, Maxim licked his tongue across its center, then suckled sharply, drawing arousal from her. With his free hand, he pinched and tweaked her opposite nipple, his attentions intense, not soft, not kind, and just the way she wanted. The way she needed. The way she commanded.

Pleasure bolted through her pussy, her labia and clit becoming swollen and wet. Already she ached to take him inside of her…something she would not,
could not
, do.

She pushed him south, forcing him on his knees. Abandoning her breasts, he kissed his way along her torso as his hands spread open her thighs. When his mouth reached the juncture between her legs, he parted her folds. He planted a soft kiss directly on her pulsing nub.

“What shall I do now, my queen?” he asked, breathing against her pussy.

Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!

Elisa swallowed, hardly able to control herself. “You know.”

“No, no, I'm afraid I don't.” Maxim continued to hold her cunt wide open, his hot breath blowing across the tender area. “You'll have to tell me, and in thorough detail, or I might miss something.”

“Lick me.”

His tongue darted out, barely making contact with her mons. “My queen, I must follow your rules. Please tell me how.”

Her pussy shuddered, needing him so badly, she could hardly think. “Slowly. All the way.”

“All the way?” Again, his tongue teased her, but naught more. Her knees became weak, threatening to give out on her. She could cry from the agony of wanting him.

Elisa grasped his hair and yanked his head, forcing his face in her cunt. “Lick all of me, not just one spot, but slowly, smoothly.”