Taking Chances (6 page)

She wanted more. Going backward and out of his life was
not an option. Even more heat flooded her system, and she knew what she had to do.
She needed to continue. Finally, there was something else she wanted more than
her quiet walls. She desperately wanted his hands on her body. The anticipation
of his touch ate at her. She knew for certain he wouldn’t touch her until she
followed his latest request.

She bent forward, hands clamping around the soft
microfiber of the couch. She released the breath she hadn’t realized she held.

“Perfect. We’ll take this slow. I’m going to listen
to your body.” His lips brushed her ear. “Try to relax,” he whispered. “If you
want me to slow say ‘yellow,’ but if you want me to stop say ‘red’. Do you
understand?”

“That’s pretty simple.
Yes, Sir.”
His directions were straightforward, like in some of the books she’d read. She
didn’t want to think about books right now. She wanted to think about the man
behind her. Lust poured over her senses and deepened her desire.

“Now, don’t move.”

Seconds seemed to tick by. Was he examining her?

A hand whispered across her lower back and up to
push her hair across one shoulder. Her skin tingled where he touched. He took
both hands and rubbed them over her lower back, and this time he grabbed hold
of her hips. His fingers dug into her flesh, and contentment washed over her.

The longer he held on the deeper her breathing
became. They may be only beginning, but she could already feel how well they
fit together. She wanted him to linger longer, which was in opposition to her
desperate need for him to touch more of her. The simple touch sealed them
together and gave her a second to breathe.

Both of his hands took a direct path from her hips
to her breasts. His grasp of her tender flesh with his rough hands sent a sharp
zing to her core. He let go of her breasts and took hold of her nipples. Blood pumped
in and firmed them under his tight squeeze. She let a whimper escape and rubbed
her rear against his hard cock. She wasn’t supposed to move, but he felt so
good.

He hadn’t addressed her movement, but she wasn’t
intending to push him. He took a tighter squeeze on her nipples. Her back
arched, and her head fell back, which pushed her breasts further into his hold and
his cock further into her cleft.

He didn’t ignore her movement a second time. She heard
the whack, and warmth flared through her right butt cheek.

“Ouch. I’m sorry, I…” She stumbled over her words.

“No more movement. No more words.” He rubbed her
stinging cheek and no doubt saw her skin turn pink.

His actions startled her, but she remembered reading
about punishments like spanking. She wasn’t prepared for the passion it built
or the emotion that bubbled up with it.

She liked it.

Her body raced with barely held control. Holding her
position while his hands held her hips was difficult enough, but now her
nipples throbbed and her ass stung. She couldn’t get enough of the pleasurable
pain. Her body wanted to melt into his hold. She wanted more.

She knew he wanted her body. Unquestionably he wanted
her to submit to his will, and it made her warm all over. She followed orders
daily, but this was different. It wasn’t impersonal work he commanded; it was
her body and her mind.

He wanted Lydia, and he would discipline her for not
following his orders. He told her not to move, not to speak. The command, which
she would have thought would anger her, gave her a thrill she couldn’t understand.

What did she know for sure? Before today she only knew
a couple things about Jake. His body was beautiful, and he was good at his job.
Before today’s assignment she was scared of him. Hell, most men scared the crap
out of her. Without trying, he had been able to intimidate her.

All of that was before today. What did she think of
him now?

He had immediately put her at ease this morning. She
was able to share her thoughts, and he didn’t dismiss her concerns. In fact, he
encouraged her to work through her thoughts, and they had done some great work.
Maybe that chemistry was at work here in her family room.

She didn’t want to think about what this all could
mean. She wanted to simply experience it. Live in the moment, which was something
she didn’t normally do. She fought against her instincts, and her entire body
tightened with unease.

Her mind pulled away from the moment, but she wanted
back in. Wanted what he worked to unleash. Unsure what to do since she couldn’t
move, she attempted to mentally will her muscles to loosen their hold.

She prayed he wouldn’t step away as she peered at
him over her shoulder. Tears pushed behind her eyes.

He remained pressed into her, not saying a thing. His
hands rubbed around her shoulders and back to her nipples. He gripped them like
a vise. Pain flashed hot through her breasts and thundered to her core sending
a series of pangs back and forth.

“I can stop. All you have to say is red, and I’ll go.
No judgment, no questions.”

No, she didn’t want him to go. The thought brought forward
the tears from the backs of her eyes. “No, don’t go, please.”

“Then let it all go. Your mind needs no worries now.
Think only of how you feel.” He took another pulling tug on her nipples. “I
know what your body needs, so let me give it you.” He rolled her nipples back and
forth through his fingers. “Don’t move, and I will bring you pleasure.”

His power washed over her, and heat flared through
her body once more. Relief and desire flooded her system and pushed away her concerns.
He pressed his body into the back of hers and molded her breasts in the cups of
his hands. After nipping her shoulder his tongue soothed her skin.

“Right now, I want to see just one thing, your
pussy.”

He lowered his body and separated her cheeks. A
whimper escaped her. His control over her body stole her breath. She could hide
nothing from him. The wait for his touch yanked her desire into a higher gear.

“You’re beautiful, Lydia.” First his lips and then
his teeth took a nip at her right butt cheek.

His control sent a beautiful shiver through her
body. Never had a man looked at Lydia there, between her cheeks. Women could be
nervous about the strangest things. It was just another part of her body she
reminded herself. Another part she wanted to share with him.

One hand slid down her bottom and through her slick
folds. He dragged the moisture forward to her tight nub and rubbed in firm
circles. Tingles sparked to life in a rotating pattern, awakening her body. His
fingers pulled back to her tight rosette, and each stroke aroused new
sensations. It was the first time she had ever been touched there, and it woke
an unfamiliar exotic thrill.

Her pussy heated under his ministrations, and she knew
she would come soon no matter his next move. Her breathing turned into quick
pants, and her hands took a death grip on the back of the couch.

“I’m going to claim you now, Lydia.” She heard his
zipper and the tear of what was probably a condom wrapper. A heartbeat later,
he reached between them, pulled her pussy lips apart, and allowed his cock to
rub back and forth along her exposed flesh. “I’m going to take you, hard. Do
you want that, Lydia?”

“Yes,” she sobbed. “Claim me, please.”

The tip of his cock found her entrance, and he
pulsed in and out for several seconds. His breath warmed her back. He was
everywhere, behind her, inside her. She heard his ragged breathing and the
musky smell of her sex coming to life under his touch. Her body shook with
pleasure, and he thrust his cock deep inside and stopped. He filled her. He
stretched her. He was warm and firm.

His feet resettled behind her as he took a brutal
grip on her hips. Taking his time, he slid from her heat and plunged back into
her depths, starting an unrelenting pace. Claiming, he had said, and that was exactly
how it felt. She was ruined in that instant for any other man. Pumping back and
forth he took her with him to unstoppable pleasure.

“Mine.” His fingers squeezed her hips and held her
steady.

Her heart flew.

“Mine,” he repeated.

She cried out as pleasure built, and he quickened the
pace.

She wanted to burst, needed her body to feel the
pleasure only he could give her. Letting go of her hips he grasped her breasts.
The globes were swollen from her arousal, and her nipples were jutting out into
his palms screaming for his attention. He didn’t deny her. Twisting, pulling he
lavished her breasts with attention as he pumped into her slick pussy.

She pushed her feet into the ground and held her
position with determination. One more push of his cock and a scream burst from
her chest as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. The power of her pleasure
surprised her, something to investigate further, later, much later. His grip
gentled, but he continued to tease her breasts extending her pleasure as he
adjusted his thrusts into longer and stronger strides.

Lydia was still crying out when his roar began. As
he thrust harder than ever, his grunts reverberated across her back.

“Mine,” he panted into her ear. He slowed his pace and
wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight to him.

“That was … I’ve never … oh. Thank you.” Warm
paradise spread throughout her body, and contentment sank in deep.

His warm breath stroked her neck, and his body
covered her back like a blanket. Their synchronized breaths pushed the silence
from the room. A shiver, caused by the light sheen of sweat covering her body,
startled her, and her mind attempted to leave contented thoughts behind. Before
she let herself wonder what would happen next, she let herself dream about
wanting it to happen all over again and again.

A sob tempted to slip when he pulled from her body, but
he picked her up so she forgave him. Her legs wrapped over his arms, and her head
found the perfect spot to snuggle. A severe need to be touched and held
overtook her senses. He walked into her bedroom and lowered her to the bed,
leaving her there alone. She stopped her knees from pulling in and the
insecurity that wanted access to her thoughts.

The clunk of a shoe and then another sounded on her
bedside rug. He wasn’t leaving. Clothing rustled, quiet foot falls in the
direction of her bathroom and back again. The bed dipped, and he snuggled in
right behind her.
Skin to skin, heaven.

They needed to talk. Confusion tugged and pulled at
her thoughts. Never had she experienced sex quite this way. She never would
have guessed she had any desire to submit, but that is exactly what she did.
What did it say about her? It certainly had taken a ton of strength to do as he
asked,
which forced her to toss out her first thought
of weakness.

Instead of lingering on those questions she thought
of what else this could lead to. He had broken the surface of something she
would have thought foreign just moments ago. She was confused, a bit uncomfortable
with what she had done, and at the same time, desperately wanting it all over
again.

“Can you let go for me? Your body is cramping under
the stress of your thoughts. Let it go, and let me hold you. There will be time
to talk, but not now,” he whispered into her ear and let his hand snake around
her to hold her breast. “I want a moment to be still with you, and then I have
a few more things I want to explore this evening. Will you allow me the
pleasure?”

He asked a question, but her mind was caught inside
her body as it melted. His hand caressed her breast as his cock grew along her
cleft, and her body dissolved into his. He had asked about doing more tonight.
Her body and mind were in complete agreement as long as she got to stay with
Jake.

“Yes, please.”

Minutes passed while their bodies lay motionless as
one. She would be content to lie here with him for the remainder of all time.
Her body was sated, and her mind loved the care rolling off the man at her back.

When he moved away she whimpered at the loss of his
warmth, but he slithered down the bed, and it became clear he was not leaving
the bed or her body. He took hold of her thigh and unhurriedly moved it up and
around, shifting her to her back and opening her wide to his stare.

“You have a beautiful figure, Lydia. I intend to get
lost in your luscious breasts, but for now I need to taste.”

He leaned in, getting a close look at her pussy, and
his intentions were clear. It had been a long time since a lover had tasted
her. Nerves attempted to rise, but she was too hungry for the pleasure he could
bring. She wanted to watch, but when his tongue dragged across her pussy, her
head fell back and she lost herself in the pleasure.

While he stroked and caressed her with his hot,
moist tongue, she remained under his control. Movement became her enemy. If she
moved she would miss the pressure and heat his tongue provided.

Her body purred in pleasure with her pussy swollen and
her clit poking out of its hiding place. His hands forced her pussy lips apart,
and her clit jutted forward in anticipation of his touch. The tip of his tongue
nudged her clit, and a whimper escaped her. The wanton desire for his
domination took over her senses with each lap of his tongue.