Controlling Her Pleasure (6 page)

“Please…please, Blake.” Erin moaned, moving her hand faster, driving fingers into the aching, bruised place her pussy had become. She’d never been so hot or so wet, never been poised on the verge of a shattering orgasm for so long without being able to come.

It was torture. Pure, horrible,
wonderful
torture.

“Just a few more minutes. There’s a place to turn off the road and park in about half a mile.” Blake’s voice was maddeningly calm as he steered through the almost complete blackness of the mountain road.

She wanted to slap him. And then fuck him.

She wanted to rip open his pants and straddle him, riding his cock while she sank her teeth into the thick muscles of his shoulders. She wanted to feel his strong hands digging into the flesh of her hips, highlighting her pleasure with a little pain. And then she wanted him to punish her for biting him without permission, have him turn her over his knee and redden her ass until—

“God. Please! Now!” She couldn’t take much more, and her lurid thoughts certainly weren’t helping any. Her breath was coming in swift, shallow pants, and her entire body felt like one screaming exposed nerve.

She needed to come. Now. Not in a few more minutes.

“Lower your voice, sweetness.” And then he slowed down, until it felt like they were crawling up the side of the mountain in a freaking horse-drawn wagon. There was no one else on the road at nearly two in the morning. He could drive ten miles an hour if he wanted, make sure they didn’t reach that turnoff until morning if she weren’t obedient.

God. Damn. Him.

Erin pressed her lips together, the part of her that wanted to tell him to go fuck himself warring with the part of her that was willing to do
anything
it took to win Blake’s approval. From the second he’d used that deep, silky Dom voice on her, she’d been a goner. No matter how freaked out she’d been that the sweet boy she’d once known had turned into the kind of man who would tattoo another person against her will, that shock had faded to the back of her awareness once she’d realized what else he’d become.

Dominant.

Wonderfully, perfectly Dominant.

In the past forty minutes, he’d controlled her more completely, more skillfully than Scott had managed in three long years. It was more than the tone of his voice, or the way he kept his cool no matter how she’d tried to tempt him into putting an end to her torture with a quickie in the back of the Expedition—and she had tried every dirty trick she could think of that didn’t expressly violate Blake’s order not to touch her clit.

It was something else, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, that made her want to please Blake, to be a good sub in a way she never had been before. He emitted an aura of Dominance, one that reached out and surrounded her in bliss when she was pleasing him and froze her blood in her veins when she was not. The odd sensation made her feel connected to him. It was like they’d already made love, even though he hadn’t so much as breathed on her skin.

Making love…

Whoa. No way. She was
not
going to go there.

She would submit to Blake, she would fuck Blake, but there would be no
lovemaking
. She didn’t need the complication of that particular emotion. Even if she did, Blake would never want to make love to her, the way they used to all those years ago. She’d broken his heart and her promises, two things she’d known even the eighteen-year-old Blake would never forgive, let alone the hardened man he’d become.

The realization was enough to cool her lust a few degrees until he spoke again.

“Take off your shirt,” he said. “I want to see you play with your nipples.”

Oh. God.

He knew how sensitive her breasts were, how she’d been ready to head for a home run the first time she’d let him get to second base in the back of his Impala. Just a few minutes of playing with her nipples and she’d been wet and ready, practically dying to feel Blake inside her, no matter how lousy her first few experiences with boys had been.

“Now, Erin. Make them hard for me.” He reached out with one hand and gently undid the top button on her shirt. “I want your nipples tight when I take them in my mouth.”

She couldn’t get the damn shirt off fast enough.

Her bra followed a second later, and then her hands were on her already aching tips, squeezing, caressing, rolling her nipples between her fingers and thumbs until they stung. The slippery wet heat from the fingers she’d had in her pussy smeared across the pebbled flesh, adding to her pleasure until she was squirming in her chair.

“Blake. Please, Blake,” she whispered, squeezing her thighs together, seeking relief from the erotic torture he was forcing her to inflict upon herself.

His eyes flicked from her breasts to the road and his breath finally began to speed. He wanted her. So, God, why wouldn’t he take her? If she had to wait a second longer to feel his cock in her, she was going to scream.

Or take matters into her own hands. Every sub had a breaking point and she was reaching hers.

“Don’t do it, Erin,” he warned as if he’d read her thoughts. “We’re almost there. Keep your hands on your tits.”

“I hate the word ‘tits,’ ” she snapped, her tone a cross between a whine and a growl. How had he known? She hadn’t made any sign she was planning to move her hands.

He chuckled, a deep rumble she felt vibrating her already humming nerves. “Really? You’re not a tit girl?”

“Fuck you. You know I am. I just don’t like the word.” For a split second, she wondered if Blake would revoke her ability to speak for her rebellious tone, but the bastard only laughed again.

“That’s a shame. I like the word ‘tits.’ ” She could imagine the shit-eating grin he had on his face though she couldn’t see more than his profile in the dim moonlight. “I’d especially like it if I were fucking your mouth, pumping between those pretty lips. I’d like to tell you I was about to pull out and come on your tits.”

Oh. My.

Erin’s entire body shuddered.

“Then I would, hot and thick all over your soft skin,” he said, ratcheting up her desire another impossible notch. “I’d rub my cock all over your chest, spread my cum on your nipples, play with you until I was hard again and then push your pretty breasts together and fuck your tits. Would you like that, Erin? To have me fuck your tits while you played with yourself?”

She almost came right then. The man was a dirty-talking master. Before she could remember the words she needed to tell him just how hot the idea of him fucking her tits made her, he spoke again.

“Take off your panties, but leave your shoes on,” Blake said as they rounded a curve in the road and a lookout point came into view. “We’re here.”

Erin had never been so thrilled to see a parking area in her life. Or so scared.

What was wrong with her? This is what she’d been dying for since the second Blake told her to put her hand down the front of her panties. Why was she suddenly scared of what was going to go down between them? She wanted this, needed him more than she’d ever needed almost anything.

There’s your problem. And that’s after less than two hours with the man. What state are you going to be in after two days?

But there was no time to listen to the cautious part of her mind. Blake had already pulled into a space near the guardrail at the edge of the observation area. “Get out of the car. Put your hands on the hood and spread your legs,” he said as he pocketed the keys.

Erin shivered. “But I’m not wearing a shirt.”

“Get out of the car,” he repeated calmly. “Put your hands on the hood.”

“And it’s freezing outside,” she said, even as she reached for the door handle.

She was stalling. She didn’t really care about the cold or the threat of being caught half naked. Hell, she found the idea she might be seen incredibly arousing.

But it was as if the knowledge that they were
really
going to have sex had finally penetrated her lust-fogged mind.

She was going to have sex. For the first time in
two years
. With
Blake
.

Her Blake, one of the only people she’d ever let inside her heart, and one of the many people she’d let down in her relatively short life.

What if he secretly hated her for it? What if he’d never forgiven her for leaving Carson City without telling him? Was she risking getting even more mentally screwed up than she was already by allowing him to dominate her, to trust him with her well-being while she was in such a vulnerable place? What if he—

“Don’t worry,” he said, reaching out, running his knuckles softly down the curve of her jaw. She still couldn’t see his eyes, but the gentle tone of his voice spoke to every last one of her doubts. It was as if he’d known, once again, what was going through her mind almost before she did. “I’ll keep you warm. Now get out of the car. I’m ready to fuck my pussy.”

Erin stumbled out of the car, the cold wind taking her breath away for a second. There was a big difference between mountain temperatures and Los Angeles temperatures in the winter months. They were less than three hours from the city, but there was already at least a thirty-degree drop in temp and it was bound to get colder as they drove higher.

She didn’t even have a pair of jeans to cover her legs, let alone a coat or the kind of shoes she would need if she were to try to run from Blake. Of course, that was probably part of the reason he’d chosen the San Bernardino Mountains. They were sparsely populated in the winter months and her inappropriate clothing would keep her bound to him, ensuring that she remained his captive.

That realization should have scared her, but instead it only intensified the aching between her legs.

The idea of being held against her will, at least by Blake, was painfully arousing.

Which just went to show her libido was even more twisted than she’d assumed.

“Hands on the hood, sweetness, let me feel how wet my pussy is.” Blake’s large, warm body was behind her then, blocking the wind, enveloping her in his energy, banishing thoughts of anything but him.

Erin placed her hands on the engine-warmed hood. No sooner had her fingertips made contact with the Expedition than Blake’s fingers were between her legs, making her cry out with relief. Just his touch was enough to banish some of her desperation, to take her that much closer to completion.

He groaned softly as he played through her folds, feeling how her slickness ran down the insides of her thighs, how her lips were plumped and swollen with the force of her need. Down one side of her pussy, and up the other, he traced every inch of her aching flesh until finally his finger brushed lightly across her clit, making her knees buckle.

“Blake,” she cried out, knowing she would have fallen if he hadn’t looped a strong arm around her waist, catching her, holding her upright as he continued to tease her nub with a gentle, insistent pressure.

“God, you’re so wet,” he murmured, his lips teasing against her neck, making her ache even more powerfully. His hand moved away from her pussy, an action she was about to protest before she felt him working at the close of his pants behind her. “Do you still want my cock inside you?”

“Yes, please, yes.” Tears of relief rolled down her cheeks and her entire body began to shake with anticipation.

Finally! It felt like she’d been waiting years for him, for his touch, for the feel of his cock falling, hot and heavy, out of his pants, pressing between the cheeks of her ass.

“I’m going to fuck my pussy now, Erin.” Blake’s breath was warm against her cheek as he whispered through her hair. Erin heard the sound of foil tearing and then, seconds later, felt the blunt head of Blake’s cock at her opening. “Tilt your hips.”

Erin obeyed and then, a moment later, he shoved inside her.

His thick cock stretched her inner walls to the limit, filling her completely, owning every inch of her pussy with just one swift thrust. Erin moaned with the pleasure, dizzy from the familiar feel of him, the smell of him, the rightness of being bared to Blake. The cold air, his warm body, and the molten heat of his cock were nearly enough to take her over the edge. Then he moved his fingers over her clit, and she was falling.

She screamed as she came, her knees bending, feet coming off the ground as her orgasm ripped through her body with a force unlike anything she’d ever known. Her channel pulsed and clutched at where Blake lay, still buried deep within her. Her nails clawed into the metal beneath her hands, and her nipples practically burned with raw sensation. Every inch of her skin was on fire, consumed by the bliss of the release so long denied her.

Things low in her belly contracted, tighter and tighter, until it was almost painful. Her clit pulsed and throbbed beneath Blake’s firm touch, making her gasp for breath. In seconds her head was spinning, lights dancing behind her closed eyes as she rode the waves of the orgasm that had taken control of her, body and soul.

No, not the orgasm. Blake.

Blake was the one in control. In perfect, restrained, dominant control, a fact he made clear as he pinched her clit between his fingers and whispered in her ear, “Come again, Erin. Right now. Come on my cock.”