Desiring the Forbidden (10 page)

He stared into her gorgeous deep, blue eyes. She was such a beautiful woman. His finger raked through her long blonde hair, the locks like strands of silk.

“Yes, Cade. I want this. Please.”

He nodded, covering her mouth with his again, but this time it was harsher, insistent. He wanted to take her fast and hard. He’d make up for it with slow and languid love making later, but now he wanted hot, quick, passionate sex. Even though only a week had passed, it felt like an eternity, both of them enduring the unbearable sexual tension.

He pulled her shirt off, pushing her bra up over her breasts, the effect pressing on the upper flesh and pushing the globes out further, as they’d been bound in rope, Shibari style. He cupped each breast, pushing them up against the restriction, sucking a nipple into his mouth, her sighs and groans urging him to bite the hard tip, making her gasp.

He tucked his hands around her thighs, wrapping her legs around his waist as he stood. He pushed her against the wall roughly, the harsh impact making her grunt in surprise. Hoisting her up, he sucked her other breast, pulling roughly on her nipple, stretching it, the pop upon release leaving the tip red and inflamed, his saliva on her skin glistening in the light. He laved the steel hard nipple, lightly flicking it. Sunni ran her fingers through his hair, pulling on the strands until his scalp burned. Growling, he jammed his finger into her anus, and she groaned, stiffening.

He pushed his tongue into her soft, warm mouth, gliding and tasting her sweetness. He quickly undid his pants, freeing his penis. Cade swallowed her moan, clasping her ass in a rough grip, then grinding his hardened cock along her labia. Her moist sex dribbled onto him, her sweet scent urging him to pound into her.

He thrust two fingers inside her, pumping her in rhythm with the finger still in her anus and she started to fly apart. Her hot little cunt squeezed, milking his finger, and he wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold back his ejaculation. Softly, she moaned and sighed, her head thrown back, her long, pale neck elongated in the throes of passion, the woman totally lost in the sexual climb to her orgasm.

“Oh, God! Cade! Shit!”

He chuckled, knowing that her arousal had reached another level. He wiggled his finger along the sensitive tissue, tracing the ring of muscle. Her gasps and panting breath made his balls tingle. Moving away from the wall, he brought them to the floor, grabbing her ankles, and spreading her wide. Her pink labia eased open, her clit prominently displayed, released from its hood, throbbing, seeking even a whisper of a touch. He leaned forward, blowing on the sensitive nub, her thighs and belly trembling as she wagged her head to and fro, almost crazy with her arousal.

“Your pussy is dribbling. I’m watching the sticky, sweet honey slide down to your perineum. Soon, it will be dripping to the floor in silken strands. Christ Almighty, I’m not sure I can handle more of this.” He leaned forward, licking the sensitive flesh, avoiding her clit, but slurping loudly on her juices, watching her wiggle, desperately trying to press herself onto his face. But he wouldn’t allow it, he wanted to tease her longer, taking her to heights she’d hopefully never been to before.

He gently rested her hips back to the floor, leaning over her, letting his bouncing cock tease her. Tapping it on her clitoris, but not pressing or entering her, he glided it over the slick lips of her sex, keeping her spread eagle, the exposed sensitive flesh open to his view.

“You have the prettiest pussy, girl. I swear I may tie you up like this and just sit in a chair staring and teasing you for a day. Tell me, Sunni Day, what do you want? What is it you need, girl?” He leaned on his hip and left elbow, letting the hard length of his cock continually taunt her.

“Oh, God! Why are you doing this? I need… can you… please... fuck me!”

He laughed loudly. “There’s my girl. If it’s a fucking you needed, you should have asked for it earlier. After all, I aim to please.” But he decided that teasing her a little more would be just too fun to deny himself. He placed the tip of his cock just inside her, but he didn’t let the head completely enter. Every time she pushed, or lifted her hips, he quickly pulled out.

“Uh uh, girl. Hold still, or we’ll do this all afternoon.”

She opened her eyes at that point and glared at him, her lips thinned, her nostrils flaring.

Not wanting to miss an opportunity, he reared up, raising his eyebrows at her. “So, this is what you want to do instead of a hard fucking?” He slapped the outside of her thigh so hard the sting radiated throughout his hand.

Her eyes instantly filled with tears. “Oh! That’s not… Ow!... Okay, I’m sorry.”

“Better. You don’t give Daddy looks like that. Ever.”

“Okay.”

“Now, if I remember correctly, I was busy… oh, that’s right, I was teasing.” He winked at her. He one again dipped the tip of his penis into her, swiveling his hips slowly.

Her head dropped back, her body arching, those ample breasts rising with the hard-as-steel tips pointing toward the ceiling. Sunni growled in her throat, but to her credit, she kept her little ass on the floor and didn’t rise up.

“Good girl.” He pressed into her just a bit more. His balls strained, aching. He wouldn’t last much longer, but by the looks of his girl, she was on the verge of insanity. It was time to let her soar with her orgasm.

Angling himself, he thrust into her, pushing up to the hilt, making her grunt with each forceful penetration. She was tighter than he expected, cocooning him within her slick, moist flesh. Sunni clenched around him so hard, he swore his eyes crossed. He hissed through gritted teeth, restraining himself, keeping control for as long as possible. The balls of her petite feet pressed into his buttocks, drawing him inside insistently.

The moist sounds of sex filled the room as he pumped faster and harder with his cock. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders and even through his shirt, he knew she would be leaving marks. Cade pounded into her, watching her swollen breasts jarring with each thrust. He hammered her hard, bringing her to a quick culmination. Screaming with her release, she squeezed him in a vice-like hold, one that had him stiffening, shouting as his seed spurted into her in steady spurts. One orgasm had barely ended when another overtook her, her body continuing to quiver and quake. Cade groaned, the sensation too intense as her pussy greedily milked his sensitive flesh.

Finally, they fell, sweaty and sated. He pulled her on top of him, his arms enveloping her, melding her into him, neither consciously aware of their surroundings. There was nothing better in life than the sweaty, sexually sated softness of his woman in his arms.

“Sunni?”

“Yes, Daddy?” She mumbled into his neck, lying on top of him, sounding half asleep.

“Do you feel better, now?”

She pulled up, looking him in the eye with a hint of a smile. She’d heard the sarcasm in the question. “Yes.
Much
better!”

“I should hope so after that scream.” He chuckled, slapping her rump playfully. He helped her stand up, pulling her skirt back into place.

Cade zippered himself up, both of them pulling their clothes back on. “God, I’m famished. Are you as hungry as I am?”

“Let’s cook some lunch together. What would sound good? Homemade macaroni and cheese? Chili? Stuffed peppers? You tell me, and we can make it.”

Chapter 11

I
t was Saturday. And Sunni knew that today was the day that Jared and Zack would be arrested. She just wished that Cade would leave, trusting that she’d be fine. But underneath she knew that wouldn’t happen. Dinner was over, dishes were done, and they were cuddled on the couch watching the news. It wasn’t her favorite thing to watch on television, but Daddy wanted the news — so that’s what they watched. She’d been told to sit quietly, or find something else to do. Since she wanted to be in his arms, being quiet seemed like a good compromise.

Cade’s phone vibrated in his pocket and she watched him pull it out his eyebrows furrowing as he read the text. He rubbed his forehead, then slipped the phone back into his pocket, giving her a weak smile.

Sunni scowled at him. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?” His mood had changed, and she wondered if the arrest was happening. She knew she wasn’t supposed to know, but she’d overheard enough to know it was tonight. And although she was anxious to know the facts, she also didn’t want to remind him of her naughtiness. So she ignored the niggling questions.

“Nothing, sweet pea. Absolutely nothing.”

But when she rested her head against his chest, his heart rate was faster. She ran her hands over him, hoping it would soothe him. It seemed to work — until his phone vibrated again. He nudged her aside to answer it. “Captain Cade Johnson. Yeah. I can help with that. Do you need me to come over? You sure? Okay, give me a second for some privacy.”

He put the phone on mute. “Sweetie, I have to talk about some work things in my office. I’ll only be fifteen to twenty minutes. Okay?”

She nodded.

“No eavesdropping!” He wagged his finger at her before entering the hallway to his office, tapping his belt buckle in warning.

Well, shit just got serious up in here.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Sunni slumped against the couch, feeing defeated. Now that her plan had been foiled for parking herself outside the office door and listening to his conversation, she wasn’t quite sure what to do with herself. She’d just painted her nails, and he’d done her toenails that afternoon. She’d washed all her clothes. She supposed she could just watch the movie they’d put on before the phone call. What she
really
wanted to do was know what was going on with the arrest.

She knew for a fact that the local news station would be all over the arrest, giving her the information that she desired to know — but the news was still two hours away. Then it occurred to her that the Facebook page for the news station would post something, and community members always put more details in the comment section.

Sunni felt conflicted. If he’d threatened her with the belt for listening, what would he do if she was found on Facebook, especially since he’d warned her about not getting on it? It wouldn’t matter as long as she didn’t comment on the post. She’d lurk, reading the stories. Obviously, he couldn’t be mad at that. Could he? It’d be no different from watching the news, when it came right down to it.

She opened the laptop, signing in to her page at the site, and pulling up the local news station for the most recent story posted.

And there it is! I knew it!

The news posted that two men, Zachary Fent, and Jared Cordaro, had been arrested this evening on Clifford Avenue for drug possession with intent to commit rape. She scrolled down to the comment section.

The neighbors were remarking on the noise, and how many cops were there. Observations were made about too much force, how the DEA had sent an armored vehicle, and that there were four State Trooper cruisers present. Another person commented:
Shots were fired. I’m thinking four to five. Not sure if they were shooting at the men or if they were shooting at the cops.

Then, Sara Anne, Sunni’s coworker commented:
I work with the bozos, and they deserve everything the police throw at them.

Good for her. Sunni liked her and knew Sara didn’t trust Zack either.

Maria M:
My friend, Madison Weaver, had to run for her life so these idiots wouldn’t kill her — and now I don’t know where she is!

“Oh, shit,” Sunni whispered.

She stared at the screen. Why did Maria have to mention her full name! But it was nice to know that her best friend was at least worried about her.

Should I comment back to Maria?

Sunni’s fingers hovering over the keys. She knew Cade would probably blister her ass; he’d been pretty clear about that. She shook her head, admonishing herself to forget it and move on. She scrolled down, reading the rest of the comments. She loved how the community of commenters typically provided more news than the station itself did.

“You want to explain to me why I’m going to use this belt on your bare backside until you’re screaming?” She looked up, slamming the laptop shut. Cade stood with his hand fisting the buckle, the belt doubled over, draping over his hand. He shook it toward her.

“I didn’t do… anything?” It was a feeble response, but she’d never been good at quick thinking.

“Oh, really?” He adjusted his stance, leaning on his hip, the belt now hanging down to the floor.

Sunni shivered at the sight.

“Yep, you need to shiver. If you thought the spanking you received the other day was bad, you have no idea what you’re in for today. So, you didn’t do anything? Explain to me why you’re innocent, and don’t deserve the whipping I have planned.”

“W-well… I was on the laptop.” She swallowed hard.

“I can see that, Madison Anne. What were you
doing
on the laptop?”

“I-I wanted to… you wouldn’t… I went to see what local news stories there were. I was just checking the news.”

There. He’d believe that. And it was true; she did check the news stories. She blew out a breath.