Wanted by a Dangerous Man (12 page)

He dropped the condoms onto the sink basin, his eyes trained on the expanse of my skin. An intense look crossed his features, then he swatted me with his open palm. My ass warmed as blood rushed to the afflicted area. Corbin’s stare sharpened with hunger.

“Stunning,” he murmured. “Shapely and female.”

I shifted my eyes away from the spectacle, humiliated. “I said I would be good,” I protested.

“I heard you.” He pressed his palm flat on me, then pulled his hand back. Our gazes locked. My heart sank as the corners of his mouth rose. His hand hovered over my butt, then he slapped me hard. My face turned as red as my ass.

He spanked me again, hard enough to make me gasp. Then he shoved two fingers inside my cunt. I made the mistake of looking in the mirror at my face and saw that every inch of skin from my hairline down to at least my neck had gone bright red.

His palm slammed against my ass again, setting my butt and thighs to jiggling. It was so humiliating. I would have squirmed away except Corbin was tall, and falling onto the bathroom floor would surely hurt.

“Oh, I like this,” Corbin said slowly, contentment pervading his deep voice.

“Well, I don’t,” I spat out. I dug my fingers into his back.

“Keep doing that. Turns me on. Makes me want to spank you even more.”

Even though I immediately stopped, Corbin deemed it necessary to smack my ass again.
 

“Please,” I hollered. “Put me down. I’m sorry!”

“Put you down?” He shifted me so that he held me only behind my knees. I froze, terrified I’d slip from his grasp.
 

“No, don’t.”

“Don’t put you down? I’m very confused here.”

“Fuck you.”
 

But then he twisted his fingers into my spasming heat, and I forgave him.

“You’re much more agreeable when you’re worried about falling. I didn’t think it was possible for you to be still during a spanking. Such lovely self-control.” He raised an eyebrow. “Any insults you care to share? Perhaps you want to insult my masculinity, or tell me that you’ll die before sucking my dick?”

In the mirror, I stared at him with all the hatred I could muster, and Corbin laughed. The vibration rumbled through his whole body, and I squeezed my eyes closed.

“You’re safe with me, baby,” he said as he tortured my G-spot. “Always. Feel like coming?”

“Uh…” No safe answer to that question. I wanted to come, but not when I was hanging over his shoulder.
 

Laughing even harder, he retrieved the condoms and carried me out. I expected him to throw me on the bed, but after grabbing something out of a drawer, he went right down the stairs.
 

I shrieked and pleaded for him to put me down, and he did… when he reached the bottom step. Then he turned me, grabbed my wrists together and looped a red necktie around them.

“Why do you even have a tie?” I asked, sinking to the floor in a futile attempt to evade him. “You don’t work in an office.”

“How do you know?” He pinned me with his stare and walked forward, driving me back with his massive body until I was shoved up against the couch. “Turn.”

I turned. He pulled me up, bent me over the sofa, and shoved his muscular thighs between my legs, forcing me open. Within a few seconds, he was buried deep inside of me. My pussy fluttered, squeezing him. I moaned. He cupped my breasts in his hands and thrust his hips, pushing me into the upholstery.

“Beg if you want an orgasm.”

“I’m already coming,” I gasped.

“No. You’re about to come. I can still stop it.” To prove his point, he went completely still.

His cock pulsed, and I trembled. He pulsed it again, intentionally, and I tried to move but couldn’t because his huge, muscular body strategically had my legs, hips and waist pinned from every angle.

Fuck
. He was right. I brought my bound wrists up and shoved my hair out of my face. Only one thing left to do. “Please fuck me, Corbin.”

“Tell me how my cock feels.”

“Like heaven. Like magic sausage.” I wasn’t trying to be funny, but Corbin laughed.

“You really suck at dirty talk.”

“Screw you—”
 

 
He fucked the insult right out of my mind. I grabbed onto a cushion with my bound hands and arched my back as he stretched me with his relentless girth.

“So… fucking… good…” I gasped. He pounded me harder, the fronts of his hard thighs loudly slapping the backs of mine. “Please!”

He shoved deep, then twitched his finger over my clit. “Go ahead, Audrey.”
 

Ecstasy tightened in my middle, then radiated out like electric pulses, matching his thrusts and strokes. I came so hard that I saw stars, millions of them exploding behind my eyes, entire universes being born and erupting over and over again. Corbin had an amazing ability to give me orgasms that lasted forever. Maybe he was the right shape and size for my body, or maybe it was pheromonal.

Or maybe I liked his mix of dominance and kindness.

My orgasm faded into lessening spasms, but Corbin wasn’t done with me yet. He rocked his hips, lifting me up. Then he used his feet to slide my legs even wider, getting me all splayed out, leaving me wholly dependent on him for balance.

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled back as he groaned. He slammed into me even harder. He pushed in, held there a moment, then assailed me with fast, frenzied thrusts. He stopped before I came again, and I arched, shamelessly rubbing myself on him, wanting just one more orgasm. And one more after that, too…

He pulled away and came around the couch. His fingers tangled in my hair, and he ripped off the condom.

“What are you—”
 

He fisted himself for a millisecond. “Stick out your tongue.”

“No.” I could tell he was very, very close.
 

Corbin’s fingers tightened in my hair, and stinging tears flooded to my eyes. “Do it or prepare to use your safe word, because I will hurt you. Either way, move your mouth.”
 

Wincing, I stuck out my tongue. Even though he wasn’t coming yet, he groaned in deep satisfaction at having forced my submission. His muscle-ridged chest shone with sweat, and his face was flushed. The clenching of his jaw and the determination in his eyes as he focused all his attention on me were overwhelming.

I adored this dangerous, complex man. I stared into his beautiful eyes. His handsome face contorted and he grunted loudly, his body jerking as he released himself into my mouth. He was sweet with a bracing salty aftertaste. It didn’t matter. I swallowed every drop and loved it.

When he finally stilled, he loosened his grasp on me. I wiped my mouth on my shoulder. “I’m still horny, you know,” I said quietly.

“I realize that.”

“What are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing. You said you wanted to come. I let you come numerous times.”

My jaw dropped. Playing “no sex” was one thing, but there was a limit. “You do realize you never would have gotten away with that porn-star stunt if I wasn’t horny.” I was so pissed that the words got tripped up around each other.

“That sounds like a challenge,” Corbin said. He tousled my hair platonically, and I jerked away. He laughed. “Tomorrow morning I’ll wait until you’re nice and calm, and then I’ll jerk off in your mouth.”

I practically shot daggers from my eyes. Never mind that what he threatened sounded inexplicably hot; anything remotely sexual appealed at the moment. That’s how worked up I was.

He picked up the discarded condom and went to the downstairs bathroom.
 

“Hey,” I screamed, struggling to my feet. “What about my wrists?” I pressed my teeth against the knot and tried to work it free.

Corbin returned a moment later. He took my face into his hands. “I love seeing you at my mercy. You cry and whimper and beg beautifully.” He was so serious, so somber.

“Corbin…”
 

He kissed me, deep and sloppy. I struggled, and I knew that he knew I hated how he made my mouth and chin wet. That kind of kiss would have gotten any other man slapped.
 

What was it about being horny that made me so very accepting of Corbin’s incessant boundary-pushing? I should have been clawing his eyes out, but instead I wanted to curl up in his lap and wait for him to give me what I needed.

He shoved two fingers into my slickness, and I gasped; his fingers were large, just like the rest of him. He used his hand between my legs to direct me around the sofa. “Sit,” he ordered.

I sat on the couch, Corbin’s fingers still anchored deep. He applied pressure between my breasts, and I obediently slouched back. It wasn’t like I had any choice with my hands tied together.
 

He knelt and kissed my belly, then the little patch of hair on my mound.

“No,” I gasped. I tried to shove him away.
 

He glanced up at me. “You don’t like oral sex?”

“It doesn’t do anything for me.” I looked away.
 

“Oh. Well if that’s all.” He dipped his tongue into my folds while one of his fingers caressed the front wall of my cunt.
 

“Oral doesn’t get me off,” I persisted.

He looked up, annoyed. “This is for my pleasure. I’ve been tasting you on my fingers, but I want it from the source. I’m doing this whether you like it or not. If you enjoy it, fine, but that’s not my goal.” He sounded convincing, but I knew better.

I waited for him to do what the other men had done: take a few obligatory, inaccurate swipes and then sit up, looking like they expected applause and a medal.

Corbin’s eyes were closed. “Get comfortable,” he ordered without opening them. “I’m going to be here awhile, licking and savoring you.”

I sighed, resigned. Oral sex always made me feel like I was expected to perform.

His right hand slid up my stomach and covered my breast. He squeezed my nipple between his fingers, and it tightened into a pinkish pebble. He tugged on it, and I arched my back, pushing myself onto his mouth without realizing what I was doing.

He made a strange noise, all satisfied yet hungry, and so very male.
Oh god
, I thought.
He
really
likes this.
While my mind was working through the impossibility of this, my body was obeying Corbin’s skillful charms.
I strained toward him. He responded by flicking his tongue over my clit in a tempo so perfect that my body squeezed around his fingers.

The orgasm didn’t exactly come out of nowhere; I’d been horny ever since he stopped fucking me. But it was intense. My stomach muscles contracted forcefully and my shoulders came up off the sofa. My entire body probably would have flown into the air if Corbin hadn’t been between my legs, pinning me down under his ravenous mouth.

My lips parted with a wordless plea. I wanted more, and Corbin gave it to me, his tongue flicking, his lips sucking, his fingers stroking.
 

Strangled noises erupted from my raw throat. Corbin continued to lap my quivering flesh, his tongue swirling over my clit, then exploring the area behind my pussy, which made me panic again.
 

He licked me everywhere.
 

I would have thought that licking a woman’s ass, even if freshly showered, would be demeaning for him, except he’d decided to do it, and I was helpless, no match against his powerfully strong muscles that tensely held me, forced me to accept it. His tongue on my pucker tickled, but it also felt really good, and I thought that if he wanted this, then he wanted all of me. Because it was like he was claiming every part of my body, and if his frenzied grunts were any example, he enjoyed it immensely.
 

Finally he abandoned that area and caught my nub between his teeth, then sucked me into his mouth. I gasped out, panting, my mind going blank and then filling with blissful ecstasy before I finally quieted, exhausted physically and emotionally. I was covered in sweat by the time I came back to myself. A sense of unreality seeped away, like I’d passed through some kind of impossible dream.
 

“That was worth the wait,” Corbin said. “You’re beautiful when you come. As your sex doctor, I’m prescribing sex, three times a day, given orally.” His fingers were motionless inside me, but when he withdrew them, I was so sensitive that I clamped my legs closed. Corbin gently spread my knees and knelt up between them so that we were eye level.
 

His gaze trailed over my face, taking in my eyebrows, my nose, my cheeks, my mouth and chin. His eyes flickered back and forth like he was slowly reading me. “You are beautiful,” he said finally.
 

He kissed me, and I tasted myself on his lips. Tangy and clean smelling. I’d never been ashamed of my body, and I leaned into the kiss.

When he finally straightened, I was smiling.

“What?” he asked, returning my smile with interest.

“You smell like me.” I paused. “I think I like it.”

“So do I.” He held out his hands and I took them. When he pulled me up, I noticed that the sofa was soaked where my hips had been. “Based on that,” Corbin said, untying my hands, “I conclude that you enjoy oral sex very much.”

“You’re just slobbery,” I retorted, blushing furiously.

“What can I say? You make my mouth water.”
 

My first night with Corbin was amazing. We’d slept next to each other once before, but it was on the sofa, and he’d slipped away before morning; I hadn’t had the full experience of waking up wrapped in his arms.

And given my previous preference for one-night stands and quick bathroom fucking, waking up next to a man wasn’t something I’d often experienced.
 

I snuggled closer and discovered morning wood. I smiled and surreptitiously slid my fingers along his length. His cock jumped under my fingers.

“What’d you do that for?” he mumbled. “I was minding my own business…” His eyes flew open. “Now the beast senses you, and I can’t be held responsible for my actions,” he growled, flipping me over and pinning me beneath him. “Did you sleep well?”

I nodded. I’d never slept better.