The Naughty Corner (11 page)

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FRAMED IN THE DOORWAY, THE SUN SHONE THROUGH HER BLUE
flower-print sundress. Two thin straps were tied in bows at her delectable shoulders, and the elasticized bodice hugged her small yet perfect breasts. Her legs were bare and enticing. Gray’s mouth watered.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder. “Is my chair ready, Coach?”

“In your naughty corner.”

Tossing her purse on the hall table, she flounced through the living room, then flopped down on the chair. Next to her on the small side table, he’d laid out many of the same implements and devices as before. Her legs slightly spread, one hand between them, she glanced over her shoulder to ask, “No mirror this time?”

He rounded the chair to stand in front of her. “I haven’t decided what I’m going to do to you yet. There are so many possibilities.” He folded his arms over his chest, stared down at her, contemplating. He’d had numerous fantasies since the last time he had her at his mercy, but he was so close to her now that her scent rose to mesmerize him. All he could think about was dragging her to his bed, falling on her, taking her.

But that wouldn’t do. Not yet.

She raised one eyebrow. “A spanking?”

“Been there, done that.” He stroked his chin, rough with stubble. There hadn’t been time to shave when he got home from work.

She tipped her head. “Tying me up and blindfolding me?”

“And then what would I do with you?” What did she want him to do? He needed a clue to the inner workings of her mind.

“You’re the master here. I’m just the submissive. I’m at your command. But if you really haven’t decided . . .” A slow smile grew on her face and her eyes twinkled. “I’ve got a few ideas.”

“Do tell.” His blood pumped faster through his veins, and his cock throbbed with desire.

Tucking two fingers into his waistband, she hauled him closer. She sifted through the toys on the table, pushing aside the vibrator, the ball gag, the butt plug.

Then she held up a red silk scarf. “Use this on me.”

“Where?” To tie her up, gag her, blindfold her? They were all heady possibilities.

“Tie my hands behind my back.” She bit her bottom lip, blinked rapidly. “But first we’ll do this.” She tugged on his belt, pulled it free, then yanked on the top button of his jeans.

All four popped free, and his cock bulged hard against his briefs. “Oh, look at that,” she whispered, glancing up. “You look ready for something, Coach. Something very big.”

Christ, he was ready. “But you’re the one who needs punishing.”

“And that’s just what we’ll do, Coach.” She fluttered the scarf at him. “You’ll tie my hands behind my back.” She demonstrated, and the sight of her in that position made his blood roar through his ears.

“Then what?” He was surprised his voice didn’t crack.

She lowered her voice almost to a whisper. “Then you’ll force me to suck your cock.” She fluttered her eyelashes. “Isn’t that a perfect punishment?”

Hell, yes. Because it was what he was dying for. Her lips wrapped around his flesh, her tongue on him.

“Do you want to blindfold me, too, Coach?” she asked, her voice sweet with childlike innocence.

“No. I want to see your eyes. And I want you to watch as I feed my cock to you.”

“Then you better tie me up really quick, Coach, or I might just take matters into my own hands.” She stroked down the front of his briefs, her fingernail grazing him from tip to base.

He grabbed her finger. “Uh-uh-uh. Not until I say. After all, this is
your
punishment.” He was supposed to be in charge, yet he liked the turnaround. He liked the games she wanted to play.

Tugging the scarf from her grasp, he circled to her back. She already had her hands in position.

“You want to try everything, don’t you?” he whispered at her ear as he secured her wrists.

“Yes, Coach. I like being dirty with you. It’s fun.”

He wanted to see her eyes, and he leaned to the side, pulling her chin toward him. A fire burned in the depths of her gaze. He felt an answering spark. “There are so many things we can do,” he murmured.

It sounded like a promise.

“Make me take you, Coach. Now.”

When he was in front of her again, he fisted his hand in her silky black hair, twisting it around his palm once, and pulled her face down to his cock. She nuzzled him, her warm breath heating him.

“Make me taste you, Coach. You know you want to. You need to.”

She was the seductress. And he needed it bad. In this moment, she became the master and he was her slave.

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YANKING DOWN HIS BRIEFS, GRAY LET HIS COCK SPRING FREE. LOLA
licked his length, and a tremor ran through his body. He barely suppressed the groan that rose up in his throat.

Running her tongue through his slit, she swiped away a drop of pre-come. “You taste good, Coach.”

He tugged on her hair. “Suck me, baby.” He did not beg; he ordered, trying to at least show some sense of control, even if he’d totally lost it.

“Yes, Coach.” Her lips engulfed the head, and she sucked hard.

He swore and tipped his head back, savoring the smooth feel of her tongue on him. But then he needed to watch her.

And she was watching him, triumph burning in her eyes. He’d told her a woman held all the power when a man’s cock was in her mouth, and now she reveled in that power.

“Suck me all the way.” The words were a command, his tone hard, but of course she knew she had him. She knew he’d do anything. He’d denied letting a woman have the power like this in a long time. But he gave in to Lola. Easily. Swiftly.

She took him deep down her throat, sucked hard on the way up.

“Fuck.” He couldn’t help the word, the need in his voice. “Don’t stop. Faster.”

She gave it to him, hard and fast. His hand fisted in her hair, he showed her the rhythm he wanted, needed. But he wasn’t fucking her mouth; she was taking him. Owning him.

She slowed, grazing her teeth around the ridge, then drove him crazy with a deep suck on his crown.

“You sweet, perfect, dirty slut, just do it. Suck me. Make me come.”

Her mouth was supple, warm, wet, her tongue working all his erogenous zones. And her gaze beguiled him, her eyes so dark, so penetrating, seeing everything, knowing that she had him on the edge.

“Don’t stop. Fuck. Make me come.” He threw his head back, his hips pumping. But she wouldn’t give it to him, simply kept him riding that wild, crazy edge. “Fuck. Please. Lola. Godammit. Please.”

With those words, she set herself to the rhythm of his hips and took him to heaven. He lost it all then, his essence, deep down her throat, pumping, gushing, filling her. He pulled her close, held her head, kept her there, his legs trembling beneath him, until the last shock waves died away.

Lola looked up at him. She was definitely the cat that ate the cream, every last drop. She licked her lips. Then she licked his cock, cleaning him.

“Was that good, Coach?” She fluttered her eyelashes.

“You fucking know it was.” He was still throbbing, sensation rippling across his skin.

“I see what you mean about the woman having all the power.” She laughed. “And I even did it with my hands behind my back.”

“You sound a little smug.” He stepped back, tucking himself back into his jeans and fastening the buttons.

“Because you loved it.”

“And you think that means you’ve turned the tables on me.” He buckled his belt. She’d most definitely turned them on him, but she was enjoying the power way too much.

She stood up and licked her lips once again. “Look who has all the power now,” she whispered.

He was on her in a second, lifting her high, and tossing her down on the couch, forcing an
oomph
of air from her.

“What are you doing?” She struggled to rise, unable to get leverage with her hands tied. He grabbed two implements off the table.

“We’re far from done. I still haven’t punished you.” Then he fell on her, pushing her down into the couch cushions.

She bucked beneath him, but without the use of her hands, she couldn’t throw him off. “Let me up.”

“You gave me an idea earlier.” He shoved the ball gag in her mouth and secured it. “Gagging.” Then he slipped the blindfold over her head and patted it against her eyes. “Blindfolding.”

She wriggled, furious noises distorted by the ball in her mouth.

“And now you’re mine to do with as I wish,” he whispered close to her ear.

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SHE WAS HIS PRISONER. HIS BODY PINNED HER TO THE COUCH, HIS
legs flung over hers so she couldn’t even kick him. The taste of his come was still on her tongue. It had been so good. She’d been in charge, had made him quake with release. Yes, it was power and it was heady.

“Did you like that little taste of power, Lola?” he murmured against her ear.

She screamed. Nothing much came out. She’d loved taking him in her mouth, making him come, swallowing him. But she’d wanted to walk out still holding all that power.

He shifted and the spaghetti straps of her sundress fell away. He tugged the top down over her breasts. Air brushed her flesh. His hot mouth took a nipple. He licked, sucked. Then he bit her. She screamed, the gag muffling the sound, and a wave of exquisite pleasure rushed down between her legs.

“Look how hard your nipples just got. And I do believe you’re wet.” He nuzzled her ear and whispered, “I can smell how wet you are.” His warm breath sent a shudder through her.

She couldn’t say why being unable to see or speak or move should intensify every sensation, but it did. Her bound hands had splayed out beneath her, supporting her bottom. She felt his jeans rough on her skin, his cock still hard against her, his breath sweet and warm. His voice strummed a chord inside her.

Still pinning her, he yanked her dress up to her waist. She was naked now except for the band of material. Then his hand was between her thighs. Oh God, oh God.

“See how wet you are.” He caressed her with slippery fingers.

She was no longer fighting, her body moving with his touch, begging for more. She arched into him.
Please take me, please, please, please.
How easily he made her beg.

He moved again, his hand on her breast, his fingers swirling around her nipple. He pinched hard. She bucked and writhed against him, her body on the cusp of climax. She couldn’t see, couldn’t talk, there was just his voice, and his magic fingers working her.

“You love the sweet pain. It makes everything hotter, intense.”

Yes, yes, yes.
She shoved her head back into the couch and tried to rub herself against him. How had he done this to her so quickly? Zero to sixty.

He crawled down her body, spreading her legs, falling between them. She could have kicked him. But all she wanted was—

He put his mouth on her.

—that, oh God yes,
that
.

He suckled her clitoris as he reached up to tweak both her nipples. Licking, sucking, pinching, he made her stark raving mad with need. Beneath the mask, tears leaked from her eyes. Her body was cruising just below climax, reaching, straining for it.

He abandoned one nipple and, once again with the speed of light, entered her with two fingers. He was everywhere, her breast, her clitoris, inside her, a slow, relentless stroke across her G-spot.

Please, please, please.

It started with the small bang of a firecracker inside her, sweeping out, gaining momentum, turning everything molten in its path. She screamed around the gag, cried behind the mask, her body contracting, releasing, exploding. She was nothing but a mass of nerve endings and sensation.

Until finally she became aware of his weight on her, his rough clothes on her skin, his body heating hers, the scratch of his stubble on her chest.

God.
It couldn’t get any better.

But her arms were starting to ache slightly with the awkward position, her hands trapped beneath her.

His lips moved against her hair. “Look at who has all the power now,” he said, throwing her words back at her.

He did. And it was just as good as when she’d had it.

Tugging the blindfold off, he tossed it, then removed the ball gag. Her jaw ached slightly, and she rotated it a moment.

“You okay?”

“Yeah.” Her voice sounded hoarse.

“Very hot.”

Then he kissed her, his lips wet with her juice. Her flavors mixed with his. His tongue stole into her mouth, played with her. Oh. Yes. He cupped her head, held her as he angled, opened a little wider, went deeper. Oh my. God. Until this moment, she hadn’t realized that he’d never kissed her. But oh, how good he was. When he pulled back, she was dizzy.

And her hands were free. He’d untied her as he kissed her.

“I like the way you taste, Lola. I like the way you come. You’re perfection.”

She’d never met a man so sensual, so into touch and taste and kinky things, sexual without even getting inside her. The men she had known were all about the end result, intercourse, sometimes even skipping all the sexy foreplay. With Gray, foreplay was an end in and of itself.

“Somehow that didn’t really feel like punishment,” she said slowly, her voice dreamy.

“Punishment doesn’t have to feel bad.”

It most certainly didn’t.

Then she realized her dress was stuck around her middle. She yanked it up.

“Here, let me. Since I untied them.” With light caresses, he fashioned the straps into little bows at her shoulders.

She stood, and he smoothed down the skirt for her. Then, still seated on the couch, he shook his finger at her. “Naughty, naughty, you weren’t wearing panties again.”

“I took them off in the car.”

“Such a dirty little slut.” His gaze was shiny with laughter and the lingering heat of desire. No man had ever made her feel wanted the way he did. Intensely.

Lola wanted to touch him. She wanted to bend down and kiss him again, long and sweet. “I have to go.” But he could have begged her to stay.

He stood and ran gentle fingers through her hair. It was probably a mess.

“Can I fix myself in your bathroom?”