Trapped by a Dangerous Man (9 page)

He moved fast, as fast as his finger had moved in my ass. I was making otherworldly noises, but I didn’t care. I had
never
been fucked like that before. He wasn’t bothering to move back very much, which meant I had nonstop vibration as he pounded me hard.

My arms went weak, and I let my weight come to my shoulders. My toes curled and flexed, and I moaned even louder. The slaps of his flesh hitting my ass and thighs were so close together that it sounded like a rainstorm, and the bed, which had seemed solid, groaned under the bouncing of my body on the mattress.
 

He was like a goddamn vibrator, and I came, then came again, and again. Or maybe it was one long, drawn-out orgasm, wrung from me against my will but with all my consent.

The feeling of my hard nipples on the sheets was too intense, and I squirmed, trying to get away. Corbin had to be close to coming… no man could move that fast without blowing his load.

My eyes rolled back into my head. “Please,” I whimpered. His hammering made my voice come out in staccato bursts. “I wanna… take… a… break…”

“You need a break? You know what to say.” He sounded horny, but not winded. I craned my neck and took him in. His broad chest and square shoulders were tensed, and his biceps bulged as he easily held most of my lower body aloft for greater access to my pussy. A sheen of sweat covered him, highlighting the lines of his muscles.
 

His mouth was slightly open, and he took regular, deep breaths. It was like he was in a marathon, I realized. He could do this all goddamn day. And he was watching me closely.

I whimpered.

“Put your thumb in your mouth,” he ordered, and when I didn’t hasten to obey, he pushed down hard on the small of my back, sending me sprawling to the mattress. He stayed on top of me, except now his body weight rubbed against my chafed buttocks.

He pinned me underneath him, held me down with his cock shoved so deep that he was hitting the ends of my pussy. I grimaced and tried to wiggle away, but he grabbed my upper arms.

“Suck your thumb, slut,” he said.

No man had dared call me that before. I froze… then decided it was ok. This was raw, dirty sex. No rules except the one he had to follow: I could stop him if things went too far. I liked the name calling, here, with this man I’d never see again.

“Suck your thumb.” He grabbed my hair, pulling hard. “Slut.”

I gasped. “Make me.” My smile was uncontrollable, and when I looked at him, I saw he was still staring at me.
 

He jammed his own thumb between my lips. I thought to bite him, but a tug on my hair disabused me of the notion before I could act. It was like he knew what I was going to do well before the idea even crossed my mind.

He rocked on me, bumping up against the limits of my body, and I gasped again. I’d wanted to get fucked hard, but I’d had no idea what that actually meant. Now that I knew, I loved it, but it was a little scary. Not that I thought he would hurt me… at least, not hurt me in a way I couldn’t handle. But the idea that he’d been holding back, was still holding back… that scared the hell out of me.

What would he be like if he let everything go?

He jammed that thumb deep in my mouth and began to hammer. I tried to spit him out, but he had me. “Submit.”

I made a noise that was the equivalent of “fuck you.” I loved this. Fight sex. He loosened his grip on my hair, and I bit his thumb, hard, my eyes squeezed against the punishment that was sure to follow.
 

Instead, he laughed, and when I opened my eyes, he tenderly kissed the side of my mouth, part of his kiss landing on his thumb. “You can’t hurt me, little girl, because I want what you want. If biting me makes you happy, then do it, but I think you’ll be disappointed.” He licked into my mouth alongside his thumb, and I whimpered because it was so unexpected, and it felt so fucking good.

The fight went out of me. I could deal with the punishment, the humor, the anger…. But I had no defense against all that plus tenderness.

I was his. He had won. At that moment, there was nothing he could ask that I wouldn’t do. And I wondered if this feeling of being simultaneously lost and found was what most people felt when they had sex.

He slowly withdrew his thumb while still kissing me, and when he bent my arm back toward my mouth, I didn’t fight him… not even when he pressed my thumb between my lips. I began sucking, letting my cheek rest on the pillow, waiting for him to do what he wanted. He watched my face, and I wondered what he was thinking.
 

He stayed on top of me. I felt the power in his body as he raised up a little, redistributing his weight to his powerful arms. His chest still brushed my back, and when he rotated his hips in a tight circle, momentarily driving even deeper into me, I accepted it.

“Your pussy feels so good,” he whispered. “Like a chokehold on my dick.” He nuzzled my face with his head, then bit my jaw.

I whimpered, and he grunted, moving deeper, faster. I spread my legs, wanting to give him even more access, wanting to give him whatever he wanted. His groan told me that this was what would put him over the edge… my submission. I closed my eyes. I wasn’t a woman who submitted to anyone.

But if I was going to pretend to be that kind of person, it could only be with Corbin.

“I want you to come again. You’re going to milk my cock dry with your tight little pussy. It’s going to be so good for us both, baby.”

I didn’t try to answer, and he didn’t expect me to. Anyway, he was the one controlling if I came, so I guessed he was warning me that he was going to come along with me.

“It’s ok,” he repeated, and I wondered if I should be worried about what that meant. He managed to get one of his hands between our bodies and the mattress. His fingers easily found my button, and the second he touched it, I shuddered all over. “Keep sucking your thumb.”

He had me on the agonizing edge of bliss in mere seconds. His throbbing cock was noticeably thicker inside me and getting harder by the second. I’d always loved that moment right before a man’s orgasm, when the cock swelled… but I’d thought Corbin was at that point a long time ago.

I had been wrong.

I felt myself being stretched by his swelling girth. If I hadn’t had my mouth full, I would have been begging for more, for less, for mercy… I would have been blubbering my thanks like some desperate, pathetic woman who felt lucky that anyone bothered to fuck her. Because that’s what it felt like. I was grateful as hell, and at that moment I was ready to cry, I was so damned fulfilled.

And then he flipped me over. His eyes stared into mine as he slowly penetrated me again. I felt myself blushing, becoming nervous under his close attention, but then he slid a hand down my damp belly, and my self-consciousness disappeared.

He fucked me faster, his finger swirling over my slippery clit with each quick thrust. My body began to spasm around him, squeezing tight.

“Oooooh, yeah,” he groaned, his deep voice taking my arousal even higher, which I wouldn’t have thought possible. “Oh. Fuck. Yeah. Fuck!” He growled out the words and slammed into me, and even though his face was distorted with lust, he was still watching me.
 

My overfull pussy tightened. My raw buttocks chafed on the sheets, and I liked it. I had everything I could handle, and a little more. The strong waves inside me intensified, and I felt Corbin’s cock… actually
felt
him coming, bucking inside my clenching pussy.

He kept unloading inside me, and the shuddering of his shaft coupled with his fingers circling my clit wrenched another orgasm from my exhausted body.

When he stopped moving, I went limp.
 

He exhaled slowly and nodded with a content smile, approval in his eyes. I braced myself as he reached down and pulled himself out of me. He rolled over on his back with a satisfied grunt, and I smiled.

He sat up, and I turned on my side to watch as he removed the condom. I could tell that he was too sensitive to be handled, and his pained expression made me smirk. He wasn’t so different from other men after all. He caught me looking, winked, then walked past the closet. His ass was round, high and hard, and his thighs were powerfully thick. Perfect calves… My gaze traveled up, and I looked hungrily at his wide shoulders. The man was every bit as scrumptious from behind as from the front. I wondered what he did for exercise. A door opened, and a moment later, light shone from the direction where he’d disappeared.

I turned over and flopped back. I’d been fed and fucked, and now I wanted a shower and a nap, in that order. The muscles of my arms and stomach were cramping, and I stretched tentatively. My ass and pussy weren’t the only parts of me that were going to be sore.

“How about trading sex for answers to the rest of your questions?” I called out before I could stop myself. I winced, worried he’d scoff at me.

“Then I would owe you, sexy woman,” he said. No pause. No hesitation.

I smiled, flattered.
 

A shower gushed on. “Come join me.”

“Seriously?” I said, though not nearly loud enough for Corbin to hear. I’d never taken a shower with a guy before. Well, it was a weekend of firsts, right?

The bathroom had both a shower stall and a bathtub. Corbin was in the stall, which was already steaming up inside. He pushed the door open and caught my hand. “Don’t be shy.”

“I’m not shy.”

He was already wet. It was impossible to watch the water rolling over his six-pack… and it was a
real
six-pack… and not want to touch him.

I stared stupidly, trying to believe that this man had fucked me. It didn’t seem possible.
 

“Get over here, dirty girl,” he said, and he pulled me into him. His skin was slippery, and I twisted in his arms.
 

“You’re the one sticking things into asses,” I pointed out. “I’d say you’re the dirty one.”

He rolled his eyes with a grin. “You stick one finger in a girl,
one
, and you never hear the end of it. If I’d fucked your ass, you’d be very meek right now.” He squirted a handful of blue shower gel in his hands and rubbed it all over my body.

My traitorous nipples hardened under his attention, but he didn’t say anything. I stood there and let him wash me. I couldn’t stop staring at him, but he didn’t seem to notice, or maybe he was being a gentleman about it. I felt silly, like a teenager with a schoolgirl crush.
 

Fuck.

I needed to get my head on straight. Right? He tilted my chin up, wet my hair, and lathered my scalp with hibiscus-ginseng shampoo. I stared up at him. He was being so careful not to get suds in my eyes.

A strange, unfamiliar feeling fluttered in my chest. Except it wasn’t in my chest… it was somewhere deeper. I knew this feeling, and while it hadn’t often visited me, every occurrence had ended badly.

Corbin carefully rinsed the shampoo from my hair, using his large thumb to keep the warm, soapy water from running into my eyes. I stared up at him, trying to gauge what was going through his mind as he concentrated.

Why me? I finally met a guy who I actually
liked
, and he was the one person I couldn’t be with.
 

I turned, frowning. Maybe that’s why I liked him. Because it wasn’t possible. “Your turn,” I said abruptly, grabbing the blue shower gel. I’d wanted to distract his attention from me, but now I had to soap up every inch of his body. As I massaged his balls, his cock began to stir to life. “Pervert,” I said.

“Did you not notice my total professionalism when I washed you?” He cupped his hands under my ass cheeks, and I went up on my toes, my face turned up to receive his kiss. By the time he let me loose, I was ready to fuck him on the shower floor, and if there had been a condom handy, I would have.

Corbin gave us both a final rinse, then he turned off the shower. He opened the door, and cool air hit me. I shivered, and my nipples hardened.

“Wait one sec.” He produced a huge, fluffy white towel, which he wrapped snugly around me. “I like you like this,” he said, dark mischief in his eyes. He tightened the towel. “You can’t get away.”
 

Like he’d had a problem keeping me still.

He went into the bedroom, and I toweled off in the bathroom, then found a new toothbrush and a hair dryer in one of the sink’s drawers. In a lower drawer, I found an unopened package of 1/4” twisted natural fiber rope. “Interesting, Corbin,” I murmured, and shoved it to the back of the drawer.
 

Once my hair was mostly dry, I went into the bedroom to recover my jeans and shirt. Corbin had laid out a T-shirt, a soft cashmere sweater, and blue flannel pajama bottoms, everything in his size: too large. I dressed, rolling up the sleeves and legs, then went to find Corbin.

He met me at the bottom of the stairs, looking like a holiday ad. I ran an appreciative glance over his plaid pajama bottoms, tied loose around his hips, and the matching red top. Strangely, I found myself looking at his feet. They were nice. A little bit of hair that thinned out along his toes, the nails trimmed. I’d thought men were destined to have gnarly feet, but apparently not.

He snapped his fingers. “Hey, lady, my eyes are up here.”

I blushed. “What do you feel like doing?”

“Anything you want.” He considered. “Board game? Movie? How about a classic? I have some Fred and Ginger.”

“Seriously?”

“Sure.” He pulled me off the step and waltzed me backward. I felt my blush turn into the sort of red face that would have had him preparing to resuscitate me if he saw it. Luckily, though, he didn’t. My best friend Veronica had dragged me to a few dance classes offered by the local high school with the goal of meeting guys. Those lessons hadn’t prepared me for this.

Corbin spun me around the room, stopping in front of the media station. He picked up the remote and moments later, a beautiful, haunting melody poured from the speakers imbedded in the ceiling and floor.

With a smile on his lips, Corbin stepped back from me and bowed deeply. I bowed, too, and had to move quickly as he straightened so that he wouldn’t break my nose with the back of his head.