Masters 02 Master of the Abyss (21 page)

She considered cursing him—but then, she’d never come so hard in her life. Would every time with him be like this? So overwhelming?

With other men, she sometimes felt as if she were watching herself react, doing what was expected, always keeping a rein on her emotions. But Jake never gave her a chance to step back or be apart—his commands left no room for anything but feeling. And part of the reason she could let go was trusting that he could and would handle her.

Holding her eyes with his, he undid his belt, unfastened his jeans, and lowered the zipper. Commando. His cock sprang out as if escaping a prison, incredibly long and thick, the veins engorged and bulging. With the same slow, deliberate movements, he sheathed himself in a condom. She’d never met anyone who had such control.

He grasped her wrists and pulled her to a sitting position. “From the way you were squirming—although you did a fine job of keeping under control—I think we’d best get you off your back.”

Now that he mentioned it, she could feel scrapes burning her butt and upper back.

He tossed her clothing on the rock for padding and said, “On your hands and knees now.” With determined hands, he helped her turn, and her insides started to quake with anticipation. He was so big, yet all she wanted was him inside her, filling her. “Rest on your forearms, sugar.” He pushed her shoulders down. Putting his hand between her legs, his palm against her mound, he lifted her butt higher, sending a thrill through her as he positioned her body, not giving her any choice in the matter.

He set his cock against her opening, sliding it up and down and getting it wet, she realized—only one second before he drove inside her in a ruthless thrust that wrung a cry from her. Her insides convulsed around the thick erection in wavering jolts of pleasure.

“Sugar, you feel incredible,” he growled, “and I am going to take you hard.” He lowered his voice. “Because I want to. Because I can.”

Somehow her bones trickled right out of her body.

He gave a deep laugh. With an implacable grip on her hips, he rode her, hard as he’d promised, hammering into her until the driving rhythm somehow caught her like a hooked fish, yanking her arousal up from the depths. And then she was lost as each plunging thrust pushed her closer and closer. As her need increased, she tried to push her hips back to meet his thrusts.

He slapped her butt, and as her insides clenched like a fist at the shocking sting, he said, “If you want more, Kallie, I will give you more—at my discretion.”

How could he talk now? She shoved back toward his cock again. A second later, she realized his meaning as he pushed her legs so far apart that she couldn’t do anything.

And then he curved his hands over the tops of her thighs and yanked her back against his groin, sheathing his cock to the hilt each time. He controlled her completely, yet gave her exactly what she wanted, and the knowledge thrilled through her and exploded her into a climax as quickly as if he’d set off a bomb inside her. This time her spasms slammed into his thick cock instead of his fingers, and God, the sensation felt incredible. Her head spun. Despite her orgasm, each implacable thrust sent her even higher until her body shook with the brutal pleasure.

His hands tightened, lifting her knees right off the rock. He growled and pressed inside so deeply she felt his cock hit her womb and then the jerking sensations as he climaxed.

God, she loved the feeling of him coming inside her, knowing she’d given him that.

He eased his grip and lowered her until her knees again rested on the rock. As he massaged her butt, he rumbled a satisfied, “I enjoyed that, sugar.” A second’s pause. “But seems like I heard you making noise. What shall we do about that?”

Hellfire, I’m doomed.

Chapter Nine

In camp, as Kallie started setting up for supper, she felt wonderful. As long as she didn’t let herself contemplate anything other than sex, she was happy. And sex with Jake meant never having a chance to think.

By the time Jake had let her get dressed, she didn’t have a tense muscle left in her body. She’d hoped no one would notice the beard burns on her cheeks and neck, but from the amused glint in Mark’s eyes, her hope had been futile.

Her lips were probably swollen too, from both kisses and her punishment for making noise. She’d probably deserved it, especially when he removed the clamps and blood had rushed back into her swollen nipples. The sound she let out hadn’t been a scream…quite.

He’d set her on her knees, put his hand around his shaft, ran his finger around her mouth, and waited. She smiled at the memory of taking his heavy cock in her mouth. She’d traced the bulging veins with her tongue and licked the underside of the head. His shaft had grown even thicker, and she could see him exert his control to keep from grabbing her hair and hammering into her. But he hadn’t, and she’d slowly driven him crazy until he’d pulled out and flattened her on her back beneath him. He’d seated himself with one hard thrust that made her gasp, and then ridden her until she had even more rock scrapes on her butt.

Damned if she didn’t want to do it all over again. The man had turned her into a nympho. With a frustrated sigh, she lit the fire.

“I’ll help you, Kallie.” Shifting his weight from one foot to another, Ryan looked at her in adoration. She’d made one conquest, at least.

“I’d love some assistance.”

He grinned and squatted beside her. “Cool. I’ve never cooked over a campfire. What do we do?”

“The trick is to let the fire burn down to coals before you put anything on to cook. While we wait, we’ll prepare the food.”

On the other side of the campfire, Jake yawned and stretched. As the muscles in his shoulders flexed, she rubbed her fingers together in a tactile memory of warm skin stretched over granite-hard muscles.

He caught her staring, and she flushed.

“Tamara, Cody, you want to come on a hike with me?” he asked. “I know some great climbing rocks nearby.”

Both of the youngsters bounded to their feet. After he pointed the way and the children darted off, he said to Mark, “Appears that I’ve got two kids and Kallie’s got one. You two are free for a while if you want some privacy to…wash up or anything. I can recommend the downstream area.” Jake pointed in the direction of where they’d indulged earlier.

Mark’s eyes lit. As if he thought Jake might renege, he grabbed his wife and hustled her out of camp. Grinning, Kallie nodded at Jake. “Good work, Hunt.”

“Seemed like a shame not to share the fun,” he commented. He strolled after his two charges.

When the parents returned, an hour or so later, Kallie left Ryan watching the fire, and went to fetch the others. As she approached the clearing, she heard Tamara’s giggles and Jake’s deep laughter. Just the sound of his voice sent a jolt through her, and she sighed. What a wimp.

As she stepped out of the trees, she stopped to enjoy the sight of him with the children. Cody perched on the top of one massive boulder, binoculars to his eyes. At a different boulder, Jake patiently taught Tamara the basics of rock scrambling.

The rock stood taller than his head, and Tamara went up it like a little monkey. At the top, she did an adorable victory dance. When Jake laughed and held up his arms, she launched herself fearlessly, with no doubt he’d be there for her. He caught the girl, tossed her up, and gave her a hug before setting her down.

And as Kallie watched him, she realized she’d thrown herself off too—right into a disgustingly squishy sentimental emotion. She loved the bastard, damn it all. This was so, so stupid. What had happened to only having sex?

As the setting sun sent shadows dancing across the small meadow, she leaned back against a tree trunk. It better hold her up since her legs couldn’t do the job.
In love? No no no
. She thumped her head on the tree, trying to knock sense into her brain. Like that would happen, because what made more sense, in a primitive way, than to fall for a strong man who would protect your future children?

Logical, but not gonna work.
Remember the ‘one night only’ rule
? She needed to enjoy today, one moment at a time.
Don’t look any further ahead, because, girl, you know it won’t last.

Cody spotted her, and when they all looked over, Kallie sighed. With an effort, she arranged her face into a pleasant expression. Maybe she’d turned dim-witted enough to fall for Jake, but she sure knew better than to let him realize it.
Sex only, sex only, sex only.

Jake smiled at her as she walked up. “Come to do some climbing?” Then his eyes narrowed, and he studied her for a long moment. “What’s wrong, sprite?”

Good job, oh Miss Inscrutable Face
. “I’m starving. It’s time to eat, guys.”

* * *

After one of the sprite’s fine meals and the cleanup, Jake enjoyed himself entertaining the tired children with campfire tales. Beside him, Kallie whittled on a piece of pine from her pack. Jake glanced at it and frowned. It looked like a man with legs braced and arms crossed over his chest. Although she hadn’t yet finished the face, the stance reminded him of Logan. Or…himself. She met his suspicious gaze, laughter in her eyes, and he had to grin. The imp simply bubbled over with mischief.

As she returned to carving, he leaned closer and murmured, “Will that sit beside your bed to keep you in line when I’m not present?”

“Keep me in line?” She snorted. “That’d be the day.”

“Really?” He waited a second, then said, “Look at me,” pushing some power into the low command.

Her head jerked up, and her eyes widened.

He ran a finger down her soft cheek and said very softly, “That day is today, little sub.”

The flush that darkened her cheeks rewarded him, and the dirty look she gave him just added to the pleasure.

He turned back to the children and raised his voice, “So which of you has heard the story of…”

When he ran dry an hour later, he sipped some hot chocolate and then announced that he’d forgotten his tent.

The children laughed at the dumb grown-up, Mark snorted, and Laura snickered. He didn’t care, not if he ended up where he wanted. “Kallie, may I sleep in a corner of your tent?”

She looked up from her whittling. “Should I assume you forgot a sleeping bag too?”

“’Fraid so.”

She rolled her eyes, to the children’s delight. “I don’t know, Mr. Hunt. That’s pretty bad, not remembering to bring the proper equipment. I should make you walk back in the dark so you don’t forget again.”

“But the bears might get me.”

That earned him a husky giggle from Kallie, but Tamara’s eyes rounded in panic. “Kallie, don’t make him. Pleeease…”

“You do have a way with the women,” his little sub said in a very disrespectful tone. “Well, Tamara, since you asked for him, I guess he can bed down in my tent. Just for tonight, though.”

Tamara beamed and crawled into Kallie’s lap. Not a shy bone in that child’s body, and Jake was a tad envious as the girl snuggled close. Then again, tonight he’d sleep in Kallie’s tent, and her sweet round ass would be in his lap. Or under him. All night.

And so it proved.

* * *

A few hours after everyone had retired, Jake lay on his back on Kallie’s sleeping bag with her beside him. As he tried to regain his strength, he thought about the night’s activities. He decided that having her under him felt great. Then again, placing her on top hadn’t been too bad either—the sprite definitely had riding skills. Good thing she’d set her tent up at a distance from the others since he’d kept her in the saddle until she’d gone limp with coming.

Now she nestled against his side, her breath creating a warm spot on his chest. His shoulders stung where she’d dug her nails in the last time. Of course, his grip on her hips had probably given her a few bruises. He hadn’t had so much fun or come so powerfully in…he didn’t know when. Ever, maybe.

Eventually she stirred, lifting up on one elbow to stare down at him. The full moon glowed softly on the high dome of the tent, lighting her face with silver. Her eyes were dark liquid pools, incredibly beautiful despite the frown she gave him. “You know, I can’t believe the things I let you do.”

“Oh? What things? Like the clamps?” He rubbed his knuckles over her nipples, still swollen from the clamps and his attentions earlier.

She inhaled sharply, and he pinned her in place as he gently teased the undoubtedly sensitive peaks. Then stopped as he felt himself harden. Too soon to take her again. She needed a break.

“You know exactly what I mean.” Her lower lip actually pushed out into the most adorable pout he’d ever seen.

He laughed once, then again at the glare she gave him. “I do know, sugar. You let me do them because you want me to.”

“Not hardly. I never, ever thought about putting stuff like that on myself.”

“No, not clamps specifically.” He tugged on a lock of her hair. “What I do—we do—isn’t as important as the fact that you want to give up control. I’m honored that you trust me enough to give it to me.”

Want to give up control
. She’d avoided thinking about the BDSM stuff, aside from how hot it made her. Maybe because, though he teased her sometimes, he didn’t try to overwhelm her when they weren’t “playing.” But it formed a definite part of their relationship. And since just thinking about his control excited the hell out of her, maybe he was right. Maybe. “It never worked out with the others.”

“Ah, sugar. You have a submissive nature, but that doesn’t mean you want to submit to just anyone or all the time. That would be like saying that someone with a passionate nature wants to have sex all day long with any man she meets. No. In your case, little sub, you probably enjoy ordinary sex, but the act of giving up control to a dominant you trust will add”—his lips quirked—“a lot to the experience.”

Definitely a lot.

“Your previous times probably failed because of those two factors: either your boyfriend didn’t have a dominating personality, or you didn’t trust him enough to surrender control.”