Kept by Him (11 page)

“That’s not true.” She pushed at his hand and edged down the seat away from him. “Go
back to your hussies, Daniel!”

His arms quickly snaked around her and he brought her to his lap, anchoring her down.
“Do you think I’ll be satisfied with someone else now? When I could have had
you
?” He forced her over his erection, meaningfully rocking his hips so she would feel
him at the very wet and achy entry to her sex. “You’re like a drug, Monica. I can’t
stop now that I’ve tasted you.”

Her face flamed as his cock continued bumping up the cheeks of her buttocks, the unmistakable
energy of lust and need whirling around them, until it was more than a need, more
than desire, more than a fever, until his green eyes were like torches and they had
set every inch of her on fire.

The patter of raindrops continued above them, and Monica’s body was shaking, had been
shaking since he’d appeared this morning.

She closed her eyes and took in a long, calming breath, which quickly left her when
his hot hands wrapped around her waist and pulled her tighter against his hard chest.
Those hands, their scent, the uncompromising way they held her, it was like he’d summoned
out her desires that first night, like a genie from a bottle, and now he owned and
commanded her.

Her heart sped, her breath quickened, her body tensed with a rush of desire so powerful,
she was helpless to resist its magnetic pull as he tipped her head around to his.

“Take the day off with me.”

He lowered his forehead to hers, breathing intensely. Shuddering, she held her eyes
closed, not wanting to open them, a strange sound of need groaning out of her throat.
He made an answering sound, and for a moment, they breathed on each other, his hands
sliding around her, while her own hands were at his shoulders—wanting to push him
away, but not doing anything except clutching him with severely cramped fingers.

It felt like a lifetime had passed before he moved his head a fraction. She was ready.
So ready. Born ready.

His lips closed over hers, acting like an adrenaline shot straight to her heart. His
tongue flashed to hers, and she trembled with how much she wanted it.

He gathered her closer and into his arms, and she slid her hands over his wet shirt
and wrapped herself all over him, urgent for closeness, for his hands, his touch,
his voice explaining to her what she was feeling. Could he please explain to her what
she was feeling?

Sensations swam through her bloodstream as he drew her tongue into his mouth and sucked
on it with a growl of pleasure so deep, it curled her toes.

Her fingers were restless and slid into his hair, silky and thick, and his hands splayed
on her back, sliding to cup and curve around her ass.

“I know what you want, princess. What you need. We’re both too wound up, I should’ve
just stayed over last night and made love to you in the morning. We need this.”

He slid his hands up to cup her face and kissed her nose, then he brushed his lips
almost tenderly across hers. He set a kiss on each corner of her lips. “This. This.
This.”

He’d moved center on the lips again, and she opened and pushed her tongue out almost
frantically to his, with her hands grabbing the waistband of his pants and tugging
him harder, closer, as his hands clenched onto her face.

He angled his head and yanked her closer as he devoured her, then he reached to unzip
his pants. She edged sideways so he could pull himself out, and when he did, she couldn’t
breathe. Couldn’t think.

Daniel sat there, his cock thrusting outward. So huge. She licked her lips as a painful
need tore through her. She wanted him. The need was almost surreal, gnawing and destroying
her. He wasn’t gentle with her, didn’t treat her like a maiden, she was all hot woman
in his arms, and he would never let her forget it.

“Sit on it,” he said softly.

Her hands trembled as she tremulously pulled up her skirt and removed her panties,
aware that he watched her.

He cupped her breasts and grunted, an animalistic sound, as she climbed over him,
his palms engulfing them, torturing the small mounds, teasing the nipples into hardened
little points that hurt.

She lowered herself as he gently sank his teeth around the base of one nipple, the
sensations multiplying by the addition of his teeth as his tongue laved and swiped,
suckled and suctioned. She floated in only feeling, only lust, only him.

He gave wild, primal little lust bites at her neck, her ear, and gripped her hips
as he came back up, eyes fixated on her face. “Tell me you want me inside you, Monica.”

It came out in a desperate rush. “I want you inside me.”

His lips pressed down on hers with devastating gentleness as he gripped her by the
waist, then he lowered her, slowly, as lost in it as she was, as desperate to be completely
buried in her as she was to be completely penetrated. He held her down, gently gripping
her hips.

“Tilt your hips, and tell me how it feels,” he rasped, as inch by inch, his hot, hard
length advanced inside her. “Yeah,” he breathed, and she tilted her hips until she
felt her body contract around him, her sex swallowing him entirely.

“Daniel,” she gasped, and a sound a little like pain squeaked out of her when they
were fully joined, and he eased back.

“Am I too thick? Too big?” he gruffly asked, but she quickly begged, “Please, don’t
leave me empty,” only to realize he had intended to lift her and pull her back down.

The sound tearing off her this time was all pleasure. He closed his eyes and set his
forehead on hers for a moment, her heart thundering, their bodies melded, throbbing
in unison, and nothing had ever felt like this. She gripped his jaw and set her lips
on his, kissing him.

He groaned as though relieved to be surrounded by her, as though he’d been desperate
for her flesh to massage him, hold him, caress him. He pulsed within her. Firm and
warm.

When her hands clutched his shoulders and urged him, he inhaled through his teeth,
flung his head back, and started to move with her. Her body clenched around his as
she bounced slowly up and down. Her hips tilted vigorously, meeting his thrusts, progressively
faster, seemingly deeper. He bit down on her shoulder, and pleasure raged through
her like a thunderstorm. The sensations rose like a ride, taking her higher, higher.

“Daniel,” she cried, frightened, clutching him.

He was lost to the storm, too, biting into her neck now, breathing hard, “Oh, Christ …
Monica … I can’t … I can’t wait…”

She exploded with a soft cry, nerves twisting, body clenching and unclenching, her
systems setting loose as he plunged into her with a bark of pleasure as her pussy
rippled and grasped at his cock, pulling him, massaging him, stroking him to orgasm
with her.

He became heavy, impossibly heavy, deliciously heavy, when she sagged. He still dragged
himself inside her, groaning, still hard, and she responded with a soft moan and bit
into his shoulder like he had, loving how it had felt. He turned his head and when
he kissed her, she thought he was going to swallow her tongue, his passion still without
boundaries … stirring her again.…

Chapter Four

They arrived at his apartment building, and Monica was still breathless in his arms,
heavy-lidded, her mouth damp, her cheeks pink with exertion … so damned sensual and
beautiful. Daniel didn’t want to let her catch her breath and start talking shit to
him about Roland; he didn’t want to stop and think about anything except how right
this was. She was afraid of love, and he was pushing her to admit it. It could backfire.
But God, he’d had enough of this.

He’d never wanted anyone so much in his life.

When the car stopped, he tucked the tiny wad of fabric of her panties into his pocket
and helped her straighten out her gray pencil skirt, and as she stepped out of the
car, he scooped her up.

“I can walk,” she softly protested.

“All right then.”

He set her down, took her arm, and guided her to his door. He’d wanted to carry her,
just to hold her close, and to make sure she didn’t decide to leave and go back to
her office. It was stark daylight. He should be working. They both should.

But damn it, Daniel had worked his entire life, and he couldn’t remember anything
as important right now as her. It was different from how it was with any other woman,
so different it was like he’d never had a woman before. Blood rushing thick and heady
in his veins, he opened all his doors and then went straight to his bedroom, leading
her to the bed.

Monica’s eyes were glazed with desire as she turned at the foot of the bed, her gaze
upturned to his face in sensual invitation as she delicately started removing her
damp blouse. He almost dissolved in need when he noticed her urgency as she lay back
on the mattress and parted her legs.

“You ready?” he murmured, bending down to pull off her skirt, touching a hand along
her bare stomach. He ran his hand between her heaving breasts, every inch of her skin
slick with rain and sliding under his palm. He pressed into her pussy with his finger,
and she moaned again, her folds still wet, her fingers clawing at his arms to pull
him closer. His voice rasped against his throat. “Ready to make love again?”

She nodded wildly, and he whipped out the bondage ties he had in his nightstand. He
tied her wrists and strapped the material to a special hook on the center of the bed,
then he also tied up her legs, each of them separate and hooked to the corners, so
he could keep her splayed open.

Her breathing accelerated with arousal. Her eyes turning black, she whispered, “What
are you doing, Daniel?”

Her breasts jerked up and down, up and down with her breaths as he stripped before
her. Then, when she saw him come back, powerfully hard for her as always, she moaned
his name, “Daniel…” He bent to give a suckle on each glistening breast, his mouth
getting wet with saliva at the first taste of her. Addictive. Crazy ass obsessive.
That’s how she made him feel.

He licked his way down her abdomen to eat and lap at her pussy, his senses spinning,
honing in on the taste of her, the scent of vanilla that clung to her.

“Why are you tying me?” she mewed, undulating, her legs wide open as her hips shot
upward, rubbing against his erection.

“This is what I’ve had to do to all this time … fuck longer … fuck harder … anything
to keep from fucking
you.
”

He bent again to her lovely breasts, having fantasized about them too much, and he
suckled one of the hardened little beads, fucked it with his tongue, flicking his
tongue over and over it while he tweaked its partner with his fingers, enjoying the
little sounds she made.

“Oh, please, this is torture! Don’t be so mean,” she gasped.

He growled and came up, shoving his tongue into her mouth until she shuddered. He
rammed inside her without preamble. She screamed. He rocked inside her, teeth clamped,
breath hissing out of him as he felt his cock drag inside her flesh, scraping her.
He pushed up to her G-spot, watched her arms wrench in her binds, her legs strain
as she tried to move from the pleasure, but couldn’t.

He pulled out, then dragged his cock so that the tip glided across her clitoris. Her
eyes were half closed as she watched him, her mouth parted, her breasts jerking up
and down along with her abdomen as she tried to breathe. She was perfect and she was
perfectly wet, perfectly tight, and she was his.
Mine …
He rubbed the head of his shaft in circles against her clitoris until she tossed
her head back on a heavy moan.
Mine … yeah, baby, that’s right … you’re mine.…

He dragged his cock upward, pushing the tip across her nipples, the liquid semen already
leaking and smearing across the tips, making them pucker even more. She cried out
and undulated upward to him, her eyes shining on his face.
You like that? That’s right you do … these are mine, too.…

He clamped his jaw as he taunted both breasts with his cock, and then … he pushed
them together and slid between them, sliding all the way up to taunt her lips.

She opened her mouth wide and stretched her neck out as she tried to lick him. He
swiveled back his hips, teasing her, and when she moaned, he pushed the first part
of his cock into her mouth.

She sucked him so hard, he barked out in pleasure. Her mouth was claiming his cock,
just like he was claiming her, and he could almost hear her in her mind, her telling
him it belonged to her.…
Of course it’s yours, princess. I’m all yours.

He plowed in deeper, the hot dampness of her mouth making his testicles draw tight
with the need to explode, then he started to withdraw, his toes curling when her tongue
circled the head and lightly suckled on him. He knew semen was dribbling from his
excitement, and he felt her lap at it with a moan at the tip, then she swallowed.

He pulled out, and when she mewed in protest, he pushed back in, giving her a little
more.
There you go … oh, Christ …

She sucked him deeper, harder, and he let her, closing his eyes, telling her suddenly
in a murmur how good it felt, how good her tongue felt.…

When he withdrew, his muscles were tense. He was high already, high on her. He shoved
his hips back down between her parted legs. The blood thundered through his veins,
his rapid pulse echoing in his ears, quieted only by her moans, and that ball-twisting
yell she next made when he thrust into her pussy again.

He dropped over her, his hands sliding up her arms, caressing her, then down her rib
cage, his heated whisper in her ear. “Now you will know what true pleasure is, Monica.
Roland can’t give it to you. Nobody can but me. No one can replace what you really
want. No other man will be me.”

She tossed her face, her face ravaged in ecstasy.

He edged back and braced up on his arms. “You can let go sometimes … only when you’re
under me … completely protected by me. Possessed. Penetrated. By me. Being watched.
By me. You know I’d do anything for you. Anything.”