Legally Bound (9 page)

“I’ve never been good sugar coating things, so
bear with me,” Donavan started, softening his tone. “You want to tell me to go
to hell because I’m asking you to do something that you’re not entirely
comfortable with. It’s an unnatural thing to do for most people. Also, pride
could be an issue. Not to mention that I imagine you’ve always lived your life
being the one in control, having to be that person because of your past, your
mother’s lack of responsibility. Now, how dare I come along and try to take
that control.” He stroked his knuckles gently down her cheek, hoping it would
be enough to take the sting out of his next words.

“But,” he whispered. “You never wanted all that
responsibility. You don’t want it now. You want someone to take the control
from you. You want
me
to take it. You thrive on it because I’m
commanding
you to sit naked in front of me. You get off on being dominated. Whether
you want to admit it or not, it turns you on to think of being displayed like a
wanton whore.”

He predicted her reaction and caught her wrist in
his hand a split second before her palm collided with his face. Her entire body
trembled, the vibrations carrying through her shoulders and down her arm
directly into his hand. Her chest rose and fell with heavy, angry breaths. In
her eyes though, he saw the desire. Intense. Unmistakable.

“You don’t know anything,” she whispered, but her
body was betraying her. It was only mere inches but she leaned forward, into
him, unknowingly asking him to call her out.

“I’ll tell you what I do know,” he shot back. “I
know that if I slide my hand under that sheet and between your legs, I’ll find
your pussy soaking wet. I know that if I jerked you out of that chair, bent you
over, and fucked like a savage you’d come hard and fast. And I know that you’re
scared to death because the part of you that desperately yearns to be dominated
is stronger than it’s ever been before.”

For the first time since meeting Eve ten years
ago, Donavan wondered if he had pushed her too far. In her eyes came a flash of
anger, brief denial, some measure of acceptance, and extreme arousal. However,
each of those emotions were dangerously fleeting. A tightness formed in his
chest. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he wasn’t backing down. He was done
treading lightly.

He studied Eve’s face, looking for any indication
of her next move. The crease in her brow told him she was thinking. Her lips
opened and closed, telling him she was uncertain of what to say. Then her eyes
narrowed.

Donavan readied his free hand in the case she
decided to deck him with her unrestrained fist, but she didn’t take a swing at
him. Like scattered lightning her gaze darted from his eyes to his lips and
then back up again. Then came the assault.

She launched herself out of her chair and he
barely caught her as she crushed her mouth to his. The sweet flavor of strawberries
and cream poured past his lips like pure, untouchable heaven. Oh, the woman was
a force to be reckoned with, he thought, meeting her tongue thrust for thrust.
She straddled his legs, squeezing on the outside of his hips with her powerful
thighs and his cock jerked. If he could bottle her sexual energy and sell it on
the black market, he’d be a goddamn millionaire.

He’d read her like a book, Eve thought
breathlessly as she devoured his mouth, unable to get close enough to him to
sate the need building inside of her. She shed the sheet from her body and
moaned as his bare chest connected with her stiff, unyielding nipples. Grinding
her hips forward, she rubbed her pussy over the terrycloth concealing his hard
cock. Oh, this wouldn’t do at all. Not now. Not when she needed him this badly.
She wanted to feel the silky warmth of him, the smooth velvety head of his
rigid shaft against her swollen clit.

Eve broke off their all-consuming kiss and
feathered her lips frantically, clumsily from his mouth down his throat.

“I want you,” she whispered against his
collarbone in a tone she hardly recognized. “Fuck me.”

“Oh, I fully intend on doing exactly that, but
there’s a matter of punishment we need settled first.” Before Eve understood
what he meant, he picked her up as if she weighed no more than a toddler and
swung her belly-down across his lap. Her nipples scraped against the towel, but
as sensitive as they were right now, the soft cloth felt coarse as sandpaper.
The vulnerable position made her heart race and her blood warm. She knew what
was coming next.

“Oh, Eve,” his rough murmur echoed in her head. “You
have no idea the indecent things I want to do to this body.”

“Oh?” Panting, she tossed the hair back that had
flopped over her face and sent a heated glance up at him. “I think I might have
some idea.”

Although she wanted nothing more than for Donavan
to fuck her, she wasn’t certain she could go through with letting him spank
her. Wasn’t it degrading? Wouldn’t it be painful? Why did she crave such
discipline from him?

“Can’t we skip this part and just get to the good
stuff?” she suggested, wriggling on his lap.

“No. We can’t. I want control, Eve. I don’t
believe you’re willing to give it up yet and I think you’ll find out, this is
part of the good stuff.” He hooked a leg behind the back of her calves and
stopped her from squirming. Every muscle in her body tightened with
anticipation.

Oh, this was ridiculous. She couldn’t let him
spank her like a defiant toddler!

“Donavan, I—” The inside of his palm cracked down
across her ass so quickly Eve didn’t have time to catch her breath. A yelp
lodged in her throat and her entire body jerked to attention as a hot sting
flooded over her backside and rushed into her cunt. This was part of the good
stuff?

Her eyes blurred with tears, but before she could
protest he gave her ass another swat. This time, his fingers snapped sharply
over the crease between her thighs and bottom, coming into contact with her
throbbing cleft. She bucked her hips, but hardly moved. His iron-clad grip held
her immobile. She was completely at his mercy.

On the third strike of his palm a throaty moan
tumbled out of her mouth. Loud. Unrestricted. Pleasure swarmed her but not the
type she was accustom to. This was different. Excruciating. Powerful. Heavenly.

“More,” she whispered.

“I’ve waited a very long time to hear you say
that.” He slapped her again and again and Eve gripped his ankle in both hands
to stop from screaming in ecstasy. “All the times I had to watch you stroll
through the courthouse in those swanky little business skirts, shaking this
sweet little ass in front of me. Do you know how hard I had to fight to keep
myself from dragging you into one of those conference rooms, hiking up that
skirt, and fucking you senseless? Little tease.”

His hand came down again harder than before and
no amount of squeezing his ankle could stop the scream that tore from her
throat. Unexpected fire bled through her veins and she sobbed out her arousal.
As if he’d poured molten lava over her backside, heat dripped and trailed
between the creases of her pussy, scalding every last inch.

It was glorious.

Eve’s mind grew hazy as he circled his palm back
and forth over her burning ass cheeks, maintaining a steady stream of warmth.
She shuddered against his thighs, barely able to breathe. Just when she thought
it couldn’t get any more intense, Donavan rasped his thumb over her aching clit
and plunged two fingers inside her dripping entrance.

Her back arched with his entry and a moan burst
past her lips. He pumped gently, twisting and turning his fingers so she could
feel his invasion on every side. Her muscles contracted violently around his
digits, causing more and more resistance each time he withdrew and re-entered. If
he didn’t stop soon, he was going to have her coming all over his hand.

“Spanking isn’t the only thing I’ve dreamt about
doing to your tight little ass,” Donavan whispered.

He withdrew his fingers from her pussy and dragged
them up between her ass cheeks until reaching her anus. Then he circled the tip
of one finger around the pulsing bud, coating it in her slippery juices. Eve
sucked in a sharp breath and then lost herself in a full body shudder. No one
had ever touched her there. Not even her long-time boyfriend of three years in college.

“Has anyone ever fucked you here, Eve?”

She shouldn’t have been surprised by the
forwardness of his question. Donavan was a direct man. He didn’t waste time
beating around the bush.

“No,” she answered, shaking her head gently. “Never.”

“Mmm,” he murmured. “Then we have some work to
do. Let’s get you on your feet, sweetheart.”

Rising onto her watery legs, Eve’s heart raced
with anticipation. What exactly did he mean by work? Anal play wasn’t something
she had on her resume of sexual experiences and the thought of venturing into
those waters both terrified and thrilled her. In silence, Donavan guided her to
the bed and she followed his gesture to lie down. Her back touched the satin,
so cold against her sweltering skin it was like lying naked on a frozen pond.

Lord, she was on fire.

She rested her head against the soft, welcoming
pillow and followed Donavan around the room with her eyes. First, he went to
the east wall and stopped in front of what was apparently a false panel. He
gave it hard rap with the side of his fist and a thin door swung open. It only
took him a few seconds to grab what he was looking for, then he popped the
panel shut.

He really does know his way around this place, Eve
thought still breathing heavy. Her mind dangerously wandered. How many woman
had lie with him in this bed before her? she wondered.

Who gives a shit about how
many there’ve been? It takes practice to be a good lover. You should count your
blessings he knows what he’s doing.

True enough, Eve agreed with the voice in her
head. It wasn’t as if she was the Virgin Mary. If she could choose to try anal
with anyone, hands down, it was Donavan Carver.

He returned to the bed and his close vicinity
drew goose bumps to the surface of her skin. When he bent to open the drawer on
her side of the bed, his abs came into her direct line of sight. Without
thinking, Eve reached out and let her fingers wander over his rippling, tanned flesh
until finding the knot in his towel.

“Don’t even think about it.” He caught her by the
wrist and lowered his mouth to her fingers, sucking gently on the middle one.
She shivered as his warm tongue circled and swirled against her skin.

“I’m naked. Why shouldn’t you be naked?” she
asked in a teasing tone.

“You don’t want me completely naked right now.”
He retrieved a small bottle from the drawer then shut it.

“Oh, I’d beg to differ.”

“Trust me.” He sat on the edge of the bed now and
brushed his mouth lightly over her knuckles. “I only have so much willpower. If
there’s not at least some kind of barrier between my cock and your ass right
now, we’ll both be in big trouble. This is one thing that I can’t do hard and
fast.”

A strange warmth rushed from her toes all the way
into her face. Again, he was determined not to hurt her. Even though he’d had a
hard-on for close to an hour, he wouldn’t let his needs come before her
pleasure. Were all Doms so selfless and considerate of their partners needs?
She found that hard to believe. Donavan possessed a protective nature. Perhaps
seeing his mother treated so poorly had something to do with it. Maybe one day
she would discover what had instilled such a quality in him, but for now, she
was just undoubtedly grateful for it.

She was the portrait of innocence right now,
Donavan thought, skimming his eyes from Eve’s face and down the entire length
of her long, lithe body. An innocent portrait he had every intention of
defiling. His fingers clenched around the bottle of lube he’d taken from the
nightstand and he realized his willpower was quickly dissolving. His cock
throbbed with the need to penetrate her tight virgin ass, but he had to take
this slow. By the time he was through preparing her, he wanted her begging for
him to fuck her in the ass.

“Turn over and lie on your tummy, sweetheart.”
Although he would have loved to see her expression when he inserted his first
finger in her ass, this position would keep her the most relaxed. And above all
else, he needed her relaxed right now.

She did as he asked, pillowing her head on her
folded arms. A new wave of arousal struck him in the gut as he caught sight of
her beautiful, smooth ass, bright red with his mark. Oh yes, he had wailed on
that sweet ass. Probably harder than he should have, given that her reaction
told him this was her first time being spanked.

He hadn’t been able to help himself, though. The
harder his hand came down across those perfect globes, the louder she had
screamed. It was all he could do to stop himself from grabbing a fistful of
hair, jerking her head back, and fucking her pretty mouth. And he
would
fuck her mouth before the night was over, Donavan silently vowed. But not now.
Now the only need he had was to bury his cock in her ass.

“Will it hurt?” Eve asked so softly he barely
heard her. There was a hint of fear in her tone that didn’t sit well with him.