Red Hot Obsessions (184 page)

Rae grabbed his neck to take some of her weight off his arms. Even though she giggled at the thought that he could pick her up like she was a wispy doll-girl, she shouldn’t let him hurt himself. Her skirt fluttered around her ankles and all that wine she had drunk discombobulated her. “Wulf, you’re going to throw out your back or something. You can’t keep doing this.”

He carried her to the bed without staggering. “You are far too concerned about that.”

“I’m not some tiny-little thing that you can just toss around!”

He grinned. “You certainly are not. I don’t prefer tiny, fragile, little things. They might break.” He hefted her closer and kissed her.

The kiss warmed Rae’s lips and zinged through her body. He dropped her legs and she ended up kneeling on the bed, still kissing him while he shrugged off his suit coat and yanked off his tie.

He unbuttoned all those too-many buttons that ran down his shirt. Even though Rae had half a mind to yank those buttons off to get at his chest, she unbuckled his belt and unhooked his pants, pushing at them. She wanted to roll on that bed with him, his body tight against her skin.

Wulf’s white shirt opened, and he flipped his shirt tails behind him and stripped his pants off. He was already hard under his black briefs.

Rae spread her hands over his chest, rubbing his blond fuzz under her palms. His breath warmed her face, and she could smell the wine and chocolate they’d had.

Her own head spun from too much wine. Wulf dragged her closer to him, crushing her to him, and his tongue forced her mouth open. She whimpered, wanting him inside her right then, but her dress was still on and she knew that he would make her wait for it. She wrapped her arms tight around his neck and held on, pushing her tits against him and feeling his breath rush into him. His hands roamed over her back and then rubbed down to her ass, squeezing her flesh.

At The Devilhouse, during the show, that man had parted that woman’s butt cheeks and then rammed his dick up her ass. Rae’s backside heated from Wulf’s strong fingers groping her butt, and her asshole felt sensitive as her cheeks rubbed together.

She shoved his open shirt back from his shoulders, but Wulf tugged it against her hands, pulling it back on.

She ran her hands up the front of his body, from his lean waist, over his muscled chest, and up to his shoulders. The soft blond fuzz on his chest between his pectoral muscles tapered to line separating his abs and disappeared into his pants. “Let me see you.”

“Rae, no.” He kissed her, trying to push her back onto the bed.

Rae slid her hands around his waist toward that terrible scar in back. “Does it hurt?”

“It is rather inflexible,” he admitted.

Her fingers found the twisted skin on his back. The skin knotted around the old wound. She whispered, “Please, all of you.”

Wulf hesitated, then yanked his shirt off his arms behind him. He pushed her back on the bed, his teeth raking her neck.

Rae fell back and closed her eyes. The world spun around the bed. “Good Lord, I’m tipsy.”

“What?” Wulf pulled away from her.

“No. Don’t. Come back.” She reached for him.

“Are you drunk?” His flat tone sounded like all the passion had been leeched out of him.

She didn’t open her eyes because the bed looped around them like they were flying. “Your staff kept pushing the wine. They kept pouring new glasses and I had to drink those, too.”

His tone turned distressed. “Reagan, are you drunk?”

His unspoken question finally woke her up, and she opened her eyes to see him looking aghast. “Drunk? No! Not drunk. Just tipsy. Just wobbly because I drank more than usual.” She locked her arms around his neck. “Not impaired. Not making bad decisions. Don’t stop!”

Wulf released his breath and lowered his head to kiss her again.

“Wait,” she said seriously, and his blue eyes opened near her face, also serious. She asked, “Are you too drunk? Am I taking advantage of you?”

He laughed and grabbed her wrists, holding her down on the bed. “Yes, I am impaired, and I might make rash decisions.” He kissed her hard then, and to Rae, his hard tongue probing her soft mouth felt like what was to come. He growled, “Sometimes, I get wild when I’m drunk. Sometimes, I can’t control myself.”

Rae’s panties were hot with the idea that Wulf wouldn’t be able to control himself.

He pulled back and grabbed her, flipping her over. She rose to her hands and knees, and he grabbed the heavy, beaded fabric over her hips and forced her back against his crotch. “Someday, I will have you like this.” His voice thickened with lust.

Rae’s butt cheeks rubbed against his hips, and her ass felt as hot as her pussy.

Wulf leaned over her back, and his rough voice whispered near her ear, “And I will make you like it, even more than you liked being spanked.”

Rae’s pussy spasmed with wanting him, and her arms trembled.

He grabbed her arms and pulled her up straight to kneeling. His body pressed all down her back and ass, and his hands roved over her belly and down her thighs.

She lifted her arm to run her fingers through his close-cropped hair, rolling her head to the side to bare her neck. His mouth came down on her shoulder, biting her. The pain of his bites got all mixed up with the pleasure of his hands moving up her body and grasping her breasts. Even through the red dress’s beads and satin and her bra, she felt him slide his thumbs over her nipples.

She moaned and pressed herself backward against his chest and hips.

Wulf grabbed her hips and stepped back from her, then wrapped her long curls around his hand. He still had her by the hair as he yanked her zipper down her back. Her dress, barely clinging to her shoulders, fell. Rae grabbed the bodice and held it over her chest just as a reflex, but Wulf grabbed fistfuls of the fabric and pulled her backward off the bed by the dress.

The scarlet dress, weighed down with glass beads, plummeted to the floor.

She caught her breath at the cool air rushing over her skin, but Wulf shoved her back onto the bed and was on her back before she could flip over. Peach- and yellow-spined books covered the wall beyond the bed. He grabbed her wrists hard and pinned her arms by her ears as he nipped the back of her neck, sending lovely shocks down her spine. Rae’s cheek pressed against the soft comforter, and she groaned, wanting more, wanting him now.

He twisted her arms around and held her wrists together at the small of her back with one strong hand. Rae’s shoulders strained, but her body felt ready to burst with wanting him. He popped the hook on her bra. The lace fell over her arms as he chewed his way down her back. His bites scraped her, but she felt his other hand slowly, driving-her-crazy slowly, sliding from her knee up the inside of her thigh.

The foreplay was taking forever, and she tried to sit up to whirl him around and push him underneath her, but he stood beside the bed where she lay across it, holding her down. His breath warmed her spine and then her ass cheek, teasing her. His lips brushed her skin. He trailed his fingers up her inner thigh, pressing her soft flesh there, and she waited breathlessly for his fingers to reach her panties.

Just as his fingers were almost there, so close, and all her attention was focused on whether he would touch her over the silk or shove her panties aside stroke her, he bit down on her ass.

She cried out just as his fingers slipped inside her panties and her folds and stroked her deeply from clit to her hot center. The long slide through her pussy reverberated up her spine. She gasped, and her pussy quivered.

He grabbed her panties and hoisted her ass up in the air. The thin cloth folded and pulled up tight between her lips, tweaking her clit as she got her knees under her. He still held her wrists behind her back, so her face was buried in the mattress. She couldn’t see what he was going to do, and her pussy clenched hard with excitement.

She was tipsy as heck, but his rough breath panting against her back was sexy as hell. He wanted her. She could feel how much he did.

He wrenched her panties down to her knees, grating her skin. He slid his hand up the inside of her leg so fast that her breath rushed in as she knew that his fingers were speeding toward her pussy again.

His fingers slid inside her. She was wet, so wet, and so open to him with her ass in the air. The sluttiness was exhilarating, and stopping didn’t cross her mind.

He stroked her inside with his fingers and rubbed her clit with his thumb, dragging his fingers over her skin. Desire built in her and became an ache.

He switched his hand around. Instead of rubbing her clit with his slick thumb, he slid his thumb over her asshole, rubbing the sensitive skin there as he stroked her center inside. Her pussy fluttered around his fingers. Pleasure sparked up her spine, and she cried out into the darkness of the mattress. She couldn’t believe that such a naughty thing would feel so good, but all the naughty things that Wulf did to her felt incredible.

He let go of her arms, and she rolled over on the bed, reaching for him and kicking off her panties that bound her legs together. Desperation for his body crowded out all her thoughts. Her skin was on fire where he had bitten her and grabbed her skin.

Wulf leapt on her. His knee shoved her legs apart.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, almost crying with need.

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Secrets of his Heart

Wulf kneeled, poised between Rae’s legs, ready to have her. Her coppery hair flowed over his pillows as she tossed her head, nearly mad with wanting him. “Wulf!”

Him!
Not just sex. Not what he could do for her, or to her, but she wanted him.

Because Wulf was The Dom of The Devilhouse, the women expected a night of debauchery with him. Sometimes, figuring out what they actually wanted but were too afraid or ashamed to ask for required his entire attention and much time. That date with Lizbeth a month ago had nearly been a disaster. Her self-assurance at The Devilhouse masked a deep fascination with submissiveness. Once he understood that she wanted complete domination, that she would never utter her safe word because she wanted to experience being so heavily submissive, the night had descended to disturbing levels.

With Rae, Wulf didn’t feel like he was manipulating her or putting on a show. He felt real. He wanted to shove his cock inside her and fuck her until she screamed his name. He wanted to ruin her for other men, to take her so completely for himself that she couldn’t even look at another man.

He ran his hands up her velvety thighs again, feeling how she trembled, and stroked her through her clit and pussy again. She was sopping wet and hot inside. Yes, she was ready for him, and he was so hard with wanting her that his balls tightened just thinking about taking her.

He reached for his night stand, where he had stashed several condoms that morning, just in case. He never kept condoms in his bedroom because he had never brought a woman to his home.

His business manager at The Devilhouse had alerted him the previous afternoon that Reagan’s medical release had been submitted and was clear. Wulf had had his own physical the month before and, as always, was clear.

He hesitated.

Her fingers plucked at his chest, making his skin tingle. He thumbed her clit again, watching desire fog her eyes. Seeing her out of her mind with passion made his mouth wet.

When she had given him a blow job without a condom, her mouth had been so hot, so wet, and his balls squeezed again.

“Wulf,
please!”

He didn’t open the nightstand drawer.

Wulf held his bare cock to the heat of her pussy, felt her warmth and wetness on the head of his dick, and sank into her.

She was so warm, so slippery as her body closed around his cock, and he slid through her. He gasped with shock of it, then remembered her. He brought his mouth down on hers as he slipped in and out her, every stroke so much more than anything he had felt before.

He had always used condoms. At Institut Le Rosey where he had grown up, condoms were freely available and considered mandatory. One virus could have wiped out an entire generation of the world’s elite.

His first time, he had used a condom.

Every time since, he had used a condom.

Every blow job until last week, he had used a condom.

A protective carapace had been stripped away from him, and his vulnerable body shuddered for the first time. His uncovered scar felt cold on his back.

Another stroke, and he was buried deep in her again. He lifted at the end and rubbed against her clit, and she gasped.

Her breath came hot and fast on his shoulder. Her voice held a note of panic as she asked, “Did you put on a condom?”

“No.” His voice was hoarse with emotion, shocking him. “We’re both clear, medically.” He dipped into her heat again, and his balls tightened. He controlled the urge to come.

“Wulf, I’m not on the Pill. Oh, my God! Yes!”

He pierced her with his cock, pressing in deep and grinding up at the end. She gasped and wound her arms around his neck tightly so that he couldn’t have pulled out.

“Oh, God, yes! Please, yes!” she cried.

He would have thought that such an admission would have driven him back and away, but he drove himself more deeply into her. His skin on hers felt so natural that he wanted all of her, and he wanted to bury himself in Rae. His strokes were slow and deep so that she couldn’t think, but every time he thought about her, her pussy was so hot, so wet on him, that his balls clenched.

He conjured up the Black-Scholes equation in his head using Friday’s option prices for Altria because his control was tremulous, but he reined himself in.

Under him, her breathing rasped, and her arms held him close. The last of her perfume mixed with the heady scent of woman and, if he closed his eyes, Wulf would have thought they were making love on a bed of jasmine. His imagination could not stretch beyond this moment, and he held her in his arms, pinned to the bed with his body, and his heart was full of her.

He worked her body, listening to her cries at the top of his stroke. Her body writhed under him, and her soft, soft arms and legs wrapped him.

“Yes!” she begged in his arms. “Wulf, yes!”

Their lives were balanced on a knife-edge. She knew only his present life, and the future was open to them. His life before he had met her faded into mist. With her, he could start over, and all the violence and pain would fall away.

He reared up and looked down at Rae while his body moved in hers. Her hair glinted red, and her eyes were closed. Her body pulsed as he rocked into her.

He said, “Look at me.”

Her eyes fluttered open, drunk with desire, and he could see himself reflected in her lovely brown eyes.

He wanted her to see him, to know him, to know that he, Wulf von Hannover, was about to leave himself inside her. “Reagan, look at me.”

She focused a little on him, but at the top of each long slide into her, when he rubbed her clit, her gaze blurred, and she gasped and whimpered with need. “Wulf,” she whispered. “Yes.”

He drove deeper into her, waiting for her to climax. He buried his dick deep in her with every thrust.

She cried out and arched off the bed. Her body clenched around his cock.

There.

He pushed into her one last time and let go. His balls squeezed against his body, and the energy pulled in from his limbs and turned to firecrackers up his spine and into his head. He heard his own hoarse voice shout as he shot his seed deep into her.

He fell, and he lay on her body, in her arms, as the last spasms pulsed. “Oh, Reagan.”

“Wulf,” she said, and his name in her lovely mouth was more than he could bear, so he kissed her, gently this time.

Still buried in Rae, holding her in his arms and kissing her, Wulf drifted.

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