The Hunter's Prey (12 page)

Ethan broke off the kiss finally and I laid my forehead against his chest.

“Unbutton the jacket, Stephanie.”

I shook my head to clear it and stepped away from him. He came into the room and closed the door, then leaned casually against it. He was dressed in black leather from head to toe, like a tough motorcycle rider. The leathers emphasized his body’s perfection and set off his blond good looks perfectly. Their rich smell made my mouth water, as if the sight of him wasn’t enough. I suddenly understood a lot more about folks with a leather fetish than I ever had before.
 

“Stephanie.” His voice was sharp and I shook myself into movement. I started to unbutton my jacket but hesitated at what it would reveal. I saw the stern look in his eyes; dammit, he didn’t look aroused at all. Just forbidding, like exam day from the strictest teacher in high school. I finished unbuttoning it and stopped, instinctively waiting for his next command. I was also nervous as hell about stripping off for him.
 

“Take it off and lay it on the chair.”

I obeyed and turned back to face him. I kept my hands firmly at my sides, not letting them stray to cover me. Ethan had always liked my breasts, inherited from my German grandmother. I knew they’d be too much for my hands to cover, especially if I tried to conceal my crotch.

I closed my eyes and tried to fight back my blush. Undressing just before you jump into bed is one thing. Exposing yourself at the beginning of the evening is quite another. Maybe it would have been easier if I’d broken my old rule and gotten drunk on bourbon.
 

“Kneel over the bed and spread yourself wide so I can see how well you shaved.”

My legs were stiff and uncooperative as I went to the bed, giving him a long glance over my shoulder. I wanted to scream at him to do something, not just look. But I obeyed and waited for the next command.

I didn’t hear him move, just felt the first blunt finger trail through my folds. I jerked in surprise and then twitched when he stroked me back and forth, just the way I like it. Slow and steady, not a direct attack on my clit. Problem was that my clit was more than willing for an immediate assault. I whimpered and circled my hips, begging for more action.

“Hold still,” he snapped. I stopped, lashed by the sharp order, and waited.
 

“Dammit, Ethan,” I started to say.

Two fingers played with me now. I bit my lip at the knowing touch, trying to stay passive.

“Nice job of shaving,” Ethan remarked. I moaned when his thumb circled my asshole, an attention that I always enjoyed. I’d even flushed myself out there, hoping to encourage him. I felt the first shimmers of climax and started to let go of myself in preparation.

His hands left me abruptly and I cursed at the interruption. Ethan slapped my ass hard and I jumped. “What the hell?”

“Tonight you’re my woman, Stephanie. Everything about you is mine, including your orgasms. So you don’t come until I tell you to. And you never argue about anything I do.”

His slow drawl was more commanding than a barked order by my former sergeant. My body was still more than willing to play but my brain started wondering what the heck I’d let myself in for.
 

“Looks like it’s time for your first lesson about who’s boss.”
 

My treacherous body trembled, obviously willing for any instruction he cared to give.
 

He sat down beside me and cuffed my ass casually. I jerked at the rough familiarity.

“Get yourself over my lap, Stephanie. It’s time for your first spanking.”

I stared at him. Spanking? I hadn’t had one of those since I was seven. I was sure his idea of a spanking was different from my father’s.
 

“Stephanie, move your ass.” Ethan dealt another, harder slap.

I said something rude about domineering men. He cut that off with a series of rough smacks.
 

I took the warning and scrambled to drape myself over him. He tugged me a bit until I was settled to suit him.
 

I could smell his leathers even better from here. They were old and well-worn, rich with the aroma of years of polishing. I could feel the hard ridge under his zipper as it nudged my waist. I closed my eyes, trying not to think about its potential.

Ethan’s big, rough hands ran over my naked rear end. I soon realized just how well those chaps framed me as he squeezed and fondled every inch of me. I liked the contact, the intimacy of his hands using me as he pleased, the contrast between my soft skin and his calluses.
 

The first blow caught me by surprise. It fell hard enough to get my attention but not as strong as what he’d dealt before. I swallowed, wondering what he intended.

“I want to see you good and red, Stephanie. Hot enough to melt ice and conscious of any touch.”
 

He dealt a few more slaps in a slow, steady rhythm before stopping to fondle me. I sighed as he rubbed me, working the warmth across my skin.
 

“And, of course, I’ll just keep going as long as I want,” he whispered.
 

The spanking stayed slow for a while, until every part of my butt had felt the strength of his hand. Then he started to speed up, smacking me more strongly. I yelped and twisted but always followed his touch. He paused occasionally to fondle me, stroking my folds to encourage the wetness there. He spanked me harder still, between handling me and then probing me with his fingers.
 

I gasped at the first intrusion and thrust myself against him. Soon I was circling my hips and bucking up at him, whether for spanks or fondling.
 

Then he stopped. I panted and bit back a curse as I tried to regain control.

“On your knees, Stephanie,” Ethan said quietly as he pushed me down between his legs.
 

I gathered myself together into the position he wanted, trying to ignore my unwilling excitement, and found the fly of his jeans in front of my eyes. I was fiercely glad at how much it bulged.

“Take it.”

I promptly unzipped his jeans carefully and sighed at his readiness. Ethan’s cock was beautiful, especially when it jutted eagerly. I traced a finger from the tiny slit at the top, over the head and down the beautiful branched vein on the thick shaft.

“Balls first.”

I took a deep breath. We both knew that I loved going down on him. But this command meant that he wanted a long sensual pleasuring, not a quick rush to the finish. I had to set aside my body’s demands for completion in order to obey him.
 

Ethan’s balls were truly awesome, fat and low-hung behind their curtain of golden fur, when I lifted them gently out of the black leather. I nuzzled them, reacquainting myself with their musk, and then started to lick them. I caressed them with my tongue and cherished them with my mouth until they were hot and wet and tight.

“Now my cock.” Ethan’s voice was a little hoarse. I smiled privately and took one long, dragging lick up that beautiful vein. My tongue flickered against the sensitive point underneath the head and he groaned, sliding his hands into my hair. I smirked and began to explore, sweeping my tongue over him as I tried to work more and more of him into my mouth. I didn’t manage to deep-throat him but the combination of my mouth and hands made a damn good impression on him.
 

“Pleasure yourself.”
 

I blinked and then put my hand down between my legs. My body quickly remembered its urgency and I started rocking between my hand and his cock. I twisted and writhed, self-control falling into shreds.
 

Ethan’s hand clamped down over my arm, stopping its compulsive movements into me.

“Slower.”
 

I whimpered but obeyed.
 

When I thought I couldn’t bear it any more, his hips started to hammer into my face. I opened my mouth further to take him and he poured his cream down my throat.

“Finish yourself.” Ethan’s voice was rough and deep but very emphatic. His hand lifted off my arm. I happily screwed my fingers deep into myself and rubbed my clit with the other hand. My climax came quickly, while I still had some of his essence in my mouth.
 

I crumpled onto the floor between his boots, panting for breath.
 

Ethan lifted me effortlessly up and onto the bed, laying me face down. I closed my eyes and tried to recover.
 

The bed dipped under his weight as he sat down next to me. I started to roll over but he stopped me with a hand on my back.

“Lie still, Stephanie.”

I relaxed again, more than willing not to exert myself yet.

His finger circled my asshole and I shivered at the familiar caress. He broke contact but soon returned, his finger greasy and slick. I twisted my head to see what he was doing. Ethan lifted an eyebrow at me.

“What the hell?”
 

“Did you think I’d stay out of your sweet ass forever?”

“Oh, no, you don’t,” I spluttered and tried to roll over. His hand pressed down harder, forcing me into the worn bedspread until I couldn’t move.
 

I cursed him.
 

“What’s the matter, Stephanie? Scared of some anal sex?” he purred. “Think it’ll hurt a tough cop like you? Or are you afraid that you’ll like it too much?”

I let loose a string of words that I’d learned from drug pushers.
 

Ethan slapped my ass hard, reawakening the agony there. I shrieked.
 

“Lie still, Stephanie. Or else I really will make it difficult for you.” His voice’s cold implacable tones cut through my panic. I lay still and waited.

He stroked my asshole again and I quivered. Dammit, he knew I enjoyed being teased there, even if I’d never let more than a fingertip inside. He fondled me again and set his other hand to work through my folds.
 

I whimpered and hid my face in my arms. The bastard was going to make sure that I enjoyed this.

He slipped the first bead into my ass when I was focused solely on the fingers circling so casually around my clit.
 

I jerked but relaxed again, only to sob as a second bead entered me. The fullness surprised me and I tried to wriggle away. His other hand caught me roughly in exactly the stroke that always sends me over the edge. That climax kept me from noticing when the third bead came in.
 

Orgasms opened the way for the fourth and fifth beads as well, every bead larger than the one before.

I sprawled on the bed, convinced that my body was going to split in two, either from pleasure’s after-shocks or the beads filling my backside. I knew exactly where each one was and its size. My body burned from their pressure.
 

“Time to go, Stephanie.”

I opened my eyes and looked up at Ethan. He was immaculate again, his leathers showing no sign of excitement, past or present. His calm annoyed me. Then I thought about what he’d said.

“Ethan, dammit, what do you mean, go?”

“Move it, Stephanie,” was all he said in response. I took a deep breath and sat up carefully, recognizing the inevitability of obedience. I may be stubborn but I’m not stupid.
 

The beads shifted inside me with the movement and I froze. I stood up tentatively, achingly conscious of the pressure inside with every movement.
 

Ethan held the leather jacket for me to put on and I carefully slid first one arm then the next inside. His leathers really did look untouched from this angle. My thighs stuck together slightly and I realized what I must look like.

“Ethan, can I please clean up first?”

“No.”

“But, my chaps must be wet from my, uh…” I fumbled for words under his eyes. I automatically finished buttoning the jacket.

“So what? You smell like sex, the best scent for a woman.”

“What?”

Ethan leaned down and kissed me. His hand slipped under the jacket and between my legs. I jumped in surprise when he slid his fingers inside me but quickly opened both my mouth and pussy to him. When he lifted his head, I sagged against him like the worn out mattress on the bed behind us.

“Ohmygawd,” I muttered, finally starting to understand what a sexual plaything felt like.

Ethan’s mouth twitched.
 

He took me out of the room quickly, setting the beads’ silken tail with its ending ring to brush against my legs. The beads rolled against each other, setting ripples through my body and starting to make me welcome them.
 

“Ohmygawd,” I said again when we stood in front of his conveyance. Of course, he had brought his big Harley motorcycle. It was new and faster than anything the police had for enforcing speed limits. I really hoped that nobody I knew would see us.
 

“Get on.”

I sighed, resigned to my fate, and took a quick glance around the parking lot for onlookers.

“Stephanie.” Ethan’s voice cracked like a whip and I flinched. “When I tell you to do something, just do it. I’ll deal with any bystanders. If I want someone to watch, they’ll do so.”