The Devil Made Me Do It (9 page)

Now who’s the tease? Rachel thought. She bit her lip, not about to let him think she was enjoying this. But if he didn’t get it in her soon…. “Oh!”

James found the exact right spot and thrust in hard. He grabbed her hips and yanked her ass back against him as he shoved his cock in harder. Harder, harder, harder, and then stop. Pull out slow…and then shove it in hard. Slow…hard!

Rachel hung on to the rail and used it to thrust back at him. She wasn’t trying to get away this time. Being bent over like that rubbed her just the right way, and it didn’t take long until she was shaking and sweating, begging him to make her cum.

“
You’ll cum when I say so.” He pulled out to make his point.

“
Oh! Please….” Rachel pleaded.

James couldn’t take much more either. He slid inside her, angled his cock just the right way, and fucked her like the bad boy she fantasized about. She came right before he did.

“
Is that the best you can do?” Rachel panted, laughing.

What the hell? He thought that was pretty good. “Come here.” He untied her and tossed her on the bed. Using what was left of her dress, he tied her ankles to the bedposts and tangled her arms in his shirt, pinning them above her head. Then he blindfolded her with his tie. He kneeled between her spread legs and hesitated for just a split second, wondering if he went too far. But she hadn’t used the safe words so he smiled and leaned over her.

Rachel caught her breath as his mouth hovered over her, moving slowly over her body. His lips brushed her thigh—barely—and then he moved away and she couldn’t feel him any more. She didn’t know where he was. She didn’t know what he was going to do next. Oh. My. God. What a turn on! Not being able to see heightened her other senses. His touch was intensified. She could feel him in so many ways. She heard his body slide across the sheets when he moved toward her. She could smell sweat and sex. Their game had changed from physically intense to sensually intense, but Rachel liked the unexpected switch.

He kissed her thigh, so she expected him to kiss the other one, but no. His lips closed over her nipple instead. She thought she figured out his pattern, but he surprised her again when his lips touched her neck. Oh my…and then his fingers played between her spread legs. She gave up trying to predict his next move and just enjoyed the uncertainty.

James wanted to take full advantage of the blindfold. Keeping her guessing about where he was going to touch and kiss her was good, but it wasn’t enough. What else could he do to her? He glanced around the room and found something interesting. “Don’t go away, baby.”

The mattress moved and Rachel knew James was no longer on the bed. She listened. She heard footsteps, cabinets being opened and closed, glasses or bottles clinking together. Seemed like an odd time to make a drink. The mattress sank under his weight. “What are you doing?”

“
You tell me.”

Something cool and wet rolled around her nipple, first one, then the other. Then James licked the wetness off, slowly, turning her nipples into aching little peaks. He touched her lips with it and she tasted it with the tip of her tongue. Sweet.

James gently pushed it into her mouth. “Eat it.”

Sweet, juicy, round, firm. “A cherry.”

“
Very good. Now tell me what this is.”

A drop of liquid splashed on her belly and James licked it off. Another drop landed on her lips. Ooo…sour. “A lime.” A different larger splash pooled between her breasts. He sipped it from her skin then kissed her, slipping his tongue in her mouth to make sure she got a taste. “Vodka,” Rachel said. “Are you mixing a drink on me?”

James chuckled. “There’s just one thing missing.”

Something cold, hard, and dripping wet slid down her body from her throat to her clit. “Ice.” Rachel shivered and tried to pull her legs closed but her bonds wouldn’t give. The ice cube slipped lower and melted in seconds when it contacted her hot flesh. The cold felt almost painful but, at the same time, it was…ooo…yes.

Another ice cube circled her nipples, dripping down her breasts. Her nipples stiffened, begging for more. James suckled one and teased the other with the ice cube. Her back ached. “More.”

“
What’s the word?”

Word? What word? “Please.”

He waited.

“
Now?”

He stopped touching her.

Oh. “Green,” she breathed.

James smiled against her skin as he slid the ice cube down her body and followed it with his tongue. He teased her clit with the ice until she squealed, and then he heated her with his mouth. The ice melted fast as he slid it into every crease and fold. He pushed the last little sliver inside her where it melted completely. But it wasn’t until he warmed her pussy with his tongue that Rachel got goose bumps.

Rachel raised her hips to his mouth as he settled between her tied spread legs. The ice cooled her flesh, but his tongue heated her blood. Her body shivered then trembled as his fingers pushed inside her, thrusting and twisting, while his tongue covered her clit. Heat shot through her limbs and she cried out, arching off the bed. Her clit throbbed under his tongue. It was too much. She tried to pull away from him but he held her down and made her cum again and again. It was good…so good. And yet, she wanted something more. “Fuck me, James. Fuck me now.”

That wasn’t how their game was supposed to be played. He was supposed to be the one in control. But he was too close to losing control to argue with her. In one quick, violent motion he was on top of her, pounding into her. He was amazed at how quickly she came again. But he wasn’t finished with her. James untied her ankles and lifted her legs over his shoulders, driving in deep. Rachel gasped and squirmed under him, twisting her hips in ways that brought him to the edge and back again. If she moved like that one more time…. “Fuck, Rachel! Fuck!”

Rachel lost count of her orgasms. Four? Six? Or was it one long continuous ride? “Oh god! Oh James. Red. Red!”

Red? What the– His eyes flew open as he suddenly realized what that meant. “Did I hurt you, baby?” He pulled out and untied her, holding her close.

“
No, I’m fine. I just couldn’t possibly have any more orgasms. I asked you to stop but you didn’t hear me, so I said red.”

“
I guess the safe word did its job. Snapped me right out of it.” James collapsed next to her.

Rachel giggled and curled up in his arms. “Maybe next time you won’t be so worried about playing rough.” She could see wicked thoughts dancing in his eyes.

“
Next time, baby, your ass is mine.”

Getting on the elevator to go home was the best part of my day. Fortunately, the small metal cube was empty, so I leaned back against the wall and let my purse slide to the floor. God, I hate my job. I’m a receptionist at a deadly dull accounting firm. The phone never rings. I wouldn’t mind if I had other duties to occupy my time, but the guys I work for are control freaks—they never give me anything to do. So, I spend my time daydreaming, and when the phones switch over to the answering service at five o’clock, I am ready stop dreaming and start living.

The elevator pinged and slid to a stop at the fifteenth floor. I bit my lip to hide a smile and waited for my favorite fantasy subject to step through the open doors. Alex Masters, junior partner at the Law Offices of Jacobs, Bradley, and Barnes, looked up from his
Wall Street Journal
and straight at me.

“
Hi, Carrie.”

Geez, I hope he didn’t hear me gulp. “Hi Alex.” Say something witty Carrie. “Some weather we’re having, isn’t it?” I’m not usually such a dope, but put me in the presence of that hunk and all my mental faculties break down—except for the pleasure stimulating ones. He was at least six foot three, maybe more, and built like a Greek god. Yeah, yeah, cliché, but damn—he fit the bill!

A wicked stroke of lightning flashed in those gorgeous blue eyes of his as the elevator doors closed. “No kidding.”

“
I love thunderstorms. I love watching the storm clouds roll across the mountains, watching the lightning strike, hearing the thunder rumble as it gets closer.” I had to stop for breath. “A stormy day holds so much potential for excitement.” As if confirming my words, the elevator lights flickered, making my heart skip.

Alex just stared at me, and I wondered if I showed a little too much excitement. I felt my face get warm, but it didn’t stop there. The heat flowed down my neck, trickled over my nipples, and pooled between my legs.

His eyes roamed over my body then met mine. “Sure does,” he said with a thoughtful look on his face.

And then he smiled. I lived for that smile. It’s too beautiful for words, but I’ll try. When Alex Masters smiles at me, I feel it all the way to my toes. It’s not just the way his lips curve over his fine face; it’s the way his eyes sparkle like he has some wonderful secret he’d love to tell. I have so often wished he’d share that secret with me. Then, maybe I could share my secret dreams with him….

He was just about to share something when the lights flickered and went out. The elevator shuddered and stopped and so did my heart. We stood silent for a few breathless seconds until the emergency lights came on.

“
Is this what you call excitement?” Alex grinned at me, and I thought I caught just a hint of suggestion in his tone. Wishful thinking.

“
Um….” I didn’t dare say anything for fear he’d read my mind. Every time he and I were in that elevator alone, I wished for it to stop, trapping us inside while we made mad passionate love. Maybe I should be careful what I wished for.

He put down his briefcase and inspected the ceiling. “In the movies, there’s always a trap door in the roof.” Alex pushed every ceiling tile but none came loose. “I guess you can’t trust Hollywood,” he said with a wink.

The message from my brain to speak finally made it to my tongue. I just hoped something intelligent came out. “Can’t you pry the doors open? That always works in the movies.”

Alex twisted his lips and studied the sealed doors. “Who do you think I look like? Hercules?”

Um…tall, bronzed, sculpted…. “Yeah.” I think that surprised him more than me because he stopped working on the doors and turned around. I put on my best ‘who me?’ mask, but he saw right through it.

He looked at me, into me. I just knew he could see the naughty pictures in my head. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Yes yes yes yes yes! “Sure.”

“
You may look like a harmless woman with your serious brown hair and your wool suit, but I know there’s something wicked going on behind those chocolate eyes.”

Well damn. He knew me better than I thought. “Care to find out if you’re right?” Who said that?

Alex smiled and the uninhibited lust in his eyes excited me more than the most passionate thunderstorm. “The power could come back on any minute.”

“
Yeah.” I didn’t think he really wanted me anyway. “We’d better behave.”

“
Or,” he paused, letting the alternative hang between us, “we’d better not waste any time.”

His voice was so low and husky I wasn’t sure I heard him. “Don’t tease me, Alex.”

He took two steps and slid his hand behind my neck, making slow circles with his fingers in the valley under my hair. “Only if you want me to.”

Did I have to draw a picture for the man? But I caught a twinkle in his eyes and realized he was playing with me already. “Tease me, Alex.”

He lowered his head and brushed his lips against mine, just barely making contact. Oh my god, his lips were so warm and soft the slightest touch melted me from the inside out. He drew back, but the sparkle in his eyes told me he wanted more—just like I did.

I grabbed his tie and pulled him close, fitting my thighs around his erection like a jigsaw puzzle. His arms slid around me and he crushed me against the wall, taking my breath away. I could only gasp his name when he ripped my jacket and blouse open and pressed his lips to my breast, slipping his tongue under my bra to tease a nipple.

“
Carrie.” His hot breath sent goose bumps down my spine. “I want you.”

My whole body tingled at those words. “I want you, Alex.” If he only knew how long and how desperately I wanted him. But it went way beyond want. A hot and urgent need took over my body, and I no longer had the power or the will to resist it.

I untied his tie while he dropped my blouse and bra to the floor. His hands covered my bare breasts, and my body arched into his fingers as he rolled my nipples between them. I heard my own gasp and watched him smile at my reaction.

The buttons on his shirt were so damn stubborn I couldn’t get them open fast enough. After tugging and pulling for way too long, I got his coat and shirt off. His body was absolutely glorious. I couldn’t wait to see the rest of it. His belt came undone easily, and, before I knew what I was doing, his pants hit the floor and my hand was inside his silk boxers, stroking the hot hard prize underneath.

Alex’s low moan felt as good as his touch, but I was greedy and wanted to make him howl. I dropped to my knees and nearly swallowed him whole. He gasped and tangled his fists in my hair. I couldn’t believe what I was doing to him. This was the first time I volunteered to go down on a man. Not only was I enjoying it—it was turning me on. I could feel the moisture dripping between my legs, soaking my panties.