Wanted by a Dangerous Man (7 page)

The water was filling up fast, and I sat down in the bubbling warmth. It was heaven on my stiff muscles, all knotted up from my lumpy mattress.

Corbin slipped into the water across from me. Too far away. He sank down, his legs brushing my calves, his eyes closing, and I studied his perfect face. Strong chin. Long, masculine nose. Dark eyebrows and eyelashes that contrasted strongly with those electric blue-green eyes, at least, when they were open.

He sighed and sat up, then moved forward, coming toward me and looking like a music video hunk. Water streamed down his sculpted torso, and I stopped breathing. He leaned over, caught my lower lip between his teeth, and nibbled, his eyes open and watching me. I reached up and palmed his balls, full and heavy.
 

My lips parted, but he didn’t kiss me, and I had a feeling that this was going to take longer than fifteen minutes. Corbin with the slow mouth, the determined hands.

“Nice,” I breathed when he released my mouth.
 

He knelt between my legs, getting comfortable. Water dripped from the ends of his hair. “Sex in the alley. You’re kinky.”

“Says the guy who spanked me twenty seconds after he saw me naked.”

“And will again.” He kissed me deeper, forcing my head back until it rested on the curved edge of the tub. I closed my eyes, letting myself go. I loved his kisses, full of longing and demands. When I opened my eyes, he was staring at me with such intensity that I wondered why I hadn’t exploded.

“Technically, I didn’t spank you twenty seconds after I saw you naked,” he said quietly, referring to the fact that when he’d found me keeled over in the middle of the road, he’d had to remove my wet clothes as part of the process of saving my life. When I first found out, I was unreasonably furious.

“Now that we know each other better, you can tell me the truth. Did it turn you on?”

He sat back, frowning. My favorite part of his gorgeous body was, sadly, submersed. “No.”

“But a helpless woman, passed out and naked…”

“No. It was horrible. I didn’t know how long you’d been there or how serious your condition was.”

“Ok. But now that you know it all turned out fine, do you ever think about that?” I shifted, starting to feel silly.

“Never. Do you?”

I blinked. “No. Although…”

“You wouldn’t mind being tied up and helpless.” An evil smile rolled across his face. “As you wish.”

“I didn’t say…”

He stood, water running down his body. He was still fully erect for my viewing pleasure. “Snowstorm,” he said.

It took a second for me to understand that he was reminding me of my safe word.
 

He stepped out of the tub, then reached in and picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder.

Squealing, I grabbed at his waist, but he was so wet that my fingers couldn’t find purchase. Finally, I’d found a downside to his lack of body fat.

He tossed me onto the soft bed and forced my knees apart. I fought him; I needed to make up for having been such an easy lay the night before.

“Keep struggling,” he said. “You’re providing me a reason to go harder on you.” Too easily, he spread my legs wider, his gaze anchored on my pussy, then he abruptly released my ankles. I slammed my legs closed and pulled myself up to sitting, my chest heaving.

I glared at him for no good reason except that he’d frightened me with his sheer power. The look in his eyes made it clear that he was plotting something wicked.

And then suddenly reality came rushing back. “Wait. What time is it? I have to stake out the facility.”

“Are you relieving someone?”

“Well… no.”

“I’ll go with you.”

“Suppose he shows up and leaves?”

“Suppose he showed up and left an hour ago? Really, without round-the-clock surveillance, there’s not much of a point in going at all. Seems like busywork.”

“He would be unlikely to make an appearance until after the employees leave for the day.” I smirked. Chew on that, smartypants.

“He’s unlikely to show up before it’s fully dark.” He snapped handcuffs on each of my wrists.

“Corbin—”
 

“You may call me ‘sir’ if you like.” He pulled a nylon bag out from under the bed.

“Corbin, I really have to leave. Twenty minutes, max.”

“You can stop me at any time with your safe word.” He sat on the edge of the bed, a length of thin but sturdy chain in his hand. Fuck. He had a stash of kinky things.
 

I licked my lips and swallowed as I tested the handcuffs. These weren’t plastic toys. What Corbin needed was incentive to watch the time, because once he started, I wouldn’t have the will to stop him. “If Rob and I get this guy right away, I’ll be able to take a few days off.”

He looked at me, eyes gleaming. “Why didn’t you say so earlier? You’ll have your man tonight. I promise.”

He snapped the end of the chain to the handcuffs, knelt on the bed, and slid forward until his cock was right over my face and the bottoms of his balls brushed my nose. I watched as he began wrapping the chain around a horizontal pole that ran between the bedposts.

I licked one of his balls, then struggled up a bit and tried in vain to reach his cock.

Then the chain jerked, raising my arms over my head until they were straightened. Corbin turned his attention to me. “I believe you were requesting, in your fumbling, submissive way, to suck my cock.”

“You don’t deserve the bliss that is my mouth,” I said, turning my head. I hated it when men assumed they were going to get a blow job, just because.

“Snowstorm, little one. Don’t forget. And if your mouth is full, snap your fingers.”

“What part of ‘no blow job for you, asshole’ was ambiguous?” I taunted. A thrill ran through me. Corbin was dangerous, and prodding him was playing with fire.

“All of it,” he said, fisting his cock and mashing the tip against my closed mouth. He smelled like soap. After a moment, I perceived an almost undetectable masculine musk that made my mouth water and my pulse triple.

I turned my head, resisting him, but my pussy fluttered, then clenched, when I raised my gaze to his face. The gleam in his eyes was seriously hot.
 

“Suck me, or I’ll make you regret it.”

“Never,” I spat. He lightly slapped my face, and I fought back a moan. This was so fucking wrong on every level.

But I loved it.

“I won’t suck your repulsive cock. I’m not that kind of girl.”

“Then I’ll make you that kind of girl.” He grabbed me by my hair and held me immobile. My eyes widened.

“I’ll bite you.”

“You won’t.”

I smiled. “What are you willing to bet?” I opened my mouth and flicked my tongue over my teeth. The lust in Corbin’s face would have scared me if he hadn’t been so thorough about giving me ways to end this… whatever it was. “Maybe you’re the one who needs a safe word.”

He slapped my face again, a touch harder this time. My pussy spasmed, and my nipples ached.

“If I so much as feel your teeth, I’m going to take your ass. No lube, no mercy.” He jerked the hand in my hair, and I gasped. Then he grabbed that thick erection and directed the plump head toward my mouth, moving slowly so that I could appreciate that this was really going to happen.

My bad boy lover, tying me up and taking my mouth after I turned him down. I had no idea why I got so turned on when he did these things, but I did.

I closed my lips firmly, and Corbin laughed as he rubbed the head of his cock over them, back and forth. The tip prodded between my lips, but I kept my jaw locked tight.

He tightened the hand in my hair yet again. “Open, bitch.”

I shook my head and tried to ignore the throbbing between my legs. When had I become attracted to bad boys? When did the caveman thing become so hot?

“Then you leave me no alternative.” He moved a hand onto one of my nipples and flicked it to get my attention. “Open.”

“No,” I said. The moment I spoke, his cock was pushing into my mouth, his girth forcing my jaws apart as his length pressed forward, taking advantage of my error.

I had said I would bite him, and I meant it, but the moment I started to apply pressure, he pinched my nipple so hard that I gasped, my eyes opening wide and filling with tears.

“I’m going to fuck your mouth, and you’re going to lie there like a good little slut and take it. Aren’t you?”

My moan turned into a whimper, and I knew I’d be replaying this moment late at night for months to come.
Take it like a good little slut.
I was practically coming, and he hadn’t even touched me.

In one motion, he shoved himself all the way down into my throat. At first it felt amazing, but then I gagged. I was more of a “suck the tip and fist the rod” kind of woman, and he was longer than what I was used to. Substantially so.

I tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by the presence of Corbin in my mouth. My shoulders heaved, and my arms jerked against the restraints. Until that moment, I hadn’t fully appreciated that I didn’t have the use of my hands.

I was completely at the mercy of whatever Corbin wanted to do.

Oh, God, I needed him to ease off. But I wouldn’t snap my fingers. I refused to, on principle, unless I was dying.
 

Some insecure part of me whispered that he wouldn’t listen anyway, wouldn’t stop. That he wasn’t the nice guy who did bad things sometimes, but was a bad guy who did nice things sometimes.

The situation became clearer. I was handcuffed to a bed with a large, horny man fucking my mouth.

Panic gripped me. My lower body, the only part of me not pinned down or chained, thrashed. I kicked my feet frantically, feeling the sheets bunching up underneath my heels.

Hot tears splashed down my cheeks. My nose was running, too, but all this seemed to make Corbin even more excited, which in turn made me more frightened, and yet inexplicably more excited as well. I was safe, I wasn’t safe. I didn’t know for sure, couldn’t know unless I told him to stop. And I wouldn’t do that.

So I braced myself, held my breath, and allowed him to use my mouth however he wanted. I loved the smell of him, the ache as the head of his cock scraped along my throat. I hated that I loved it, and I hated that I was afraid to tell him to stop.
 

Corbin pulled all the way out, and I lost control. “Please, not like that,” I sobbed. The tears gushed like a river, and I couldn’t catch my breath.
 

The mask of cruelty disappeared from Corbin’s face. “Are you ok?”

I shook my head even as I said, “I’m fine.” More tears splashed down my cheeks. Corbin blurred over me.

“Audrey. Baby.” His words were soothing, and when I looked into his eyes, the worry there floored me. This was real.
He
was real. This man had risked himself to save my life. He would never hurt me.
 

And fuck. I was freaking him out. I managed to get my tears under control, though barely.

“How did I miss it? I watched your hands the whole time.” His voice was filled with anger, directed inward.

I shook my head again, horrified that he blamed himself. “You didn’t miss it. I didn’t…”

Corbin looked at me as if I were crazy. He got off the bed, backed away two steps, stood there. “Help me understand, Audrey. Did I cross a line?”

I started to cry again. “No.”

“But you are freaked out. You’re not playing. This isn’t sexy.” He unlocked the handcuffs, his gestures jerky with anger. “I’m really pissed. You trust me to stop, and I trust you to communicate. Both parts have to work!” His voice thundered.

Jesus, he was scary. I turned on my side, away from him, and pressed a pillow into my face. I felt my body curling up into the fetal position.

Corbin’s footsteps retreated, then I heard him coming toward the other side of the bed. “Audrey. It’s ok. You’re ok.” He pulled me into his arms. I wouldn’t let go of the pillow, even when he tried to take it. He let me hold it. “I’m sorry.” He rocked me slowly.

The whole thing made me feel even more pathetic. I didn’t know how I was going to ever face him again.

“I feel like an asshole,” he said.

That was so not the right thing for him to say. “You shouldn’t.”

“Do you think you can tell me why you didn’t stop me?”

“I liked it. I just… couldn’t breathe. I’m… I’m really claustrophobic.” I took a deep breath. “The night of the storm, I got out of my car and started walking because with the snow piling up on the windshield, it felt like sitting in a tomb.” My shudder turned into trembling as I remembered that harrowing night.
 

Corbin pulled me closer. “Thank you for sharing that. It’s the sort of thing I should have asked about. You’re so comfortable in your sexuality and so naturally good at power exchange that I forget it’s new to you. You still didn’t answer my question, though. Why didn’t you stop me?”
 

When I didn’t respond, he shook me gently. “Hey. I need to know. Were you worried that I wouldn’t respect your wishes? Did you panic so much that you couldn’t think?”

“Mostly I guess I thought you’d… stop.” Hell would freeze over before I would hurt him by admitting that some part of me had thought he wouldn’t listen.

I felt his body stiffen, but his words were gentle. “You thought I could read your mind, that I would know you were in trouble.”

Understanding dawned on me. I hadn’t believed he would stop because I thought he miraculously already knew. It was so stupid. I nodded.

“You’d be surprised how often it happens, even among people who are deep into BDSM and should know better. I’m sorry I lost my temper afterward.” He squeezed me even closer. “You scared me, that’s all.”
 

“I’m sorry,” I whispered.

“So am I. We learned something new, and next time will be better.”

When I pulled away he released me. We both stood at the same time. This was beyond awkward. I forced myself to meet his gaze. “Um, so do you wanna…”

“Later. We have a man to catch.” He collected the trail of clothes he’d left between the door and the hot tub, and dressed.

I wondered how long before things would feel normal again.