To Sir (15 page)

She bucked against him. For more friction or to try to put distance between them, he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t going to allow her retreat yet. He kissed her again and again, exploring her mouth with his tongue and nipping at her lips. When she began to shake, he lifted his head and stared down into her mercurial eyes, not sure what he would see there.

Desire clouded her whole face, and he grinned smugly, loving that he’d driven her to the heights of desire with his kisses. She struggled for a second in his hold, so he tightened his fingers at her wrist, but only enough to tell her she wasn’t going anywhere until he allowed it. A flare of defiance colored her eyes for a moment, and he almost wished she’d put up a fight, just so he could make her submit to him fully.

But she panted and held still, waiting for him like a good girl. He rewarded her patience with a trail of light kisses down the exposed side of her neck to the swell of her breast that threatened to overflow the cup of the lacy fabric. He was already so far past the point of blue that he was crazed with lust. Playing with Amber had revved him up, and then seeing Liz downstairs, fighting to get to him, needing him with that soft mix of vulnerability and strength… It was almost his undoing. When she’d gotten half-naked in that alley, it had taken everything in him not to fuck her right there. Now he wanted inside her so bad he burned with it.

“Are you ready to play, sweetheart?”

She nodded.

“Need the words, Liz.”

“Yes,” she gasped as he rubbed his leg against her core.

“Good girl. Same as before—you say the word, and we’ll stop.” But God, he hoped she wouldn’t. Prayed she would give herself to his care. If only for tonight.

When she nodded, he slowly lowered her to her feet and released his hold on her. She straightened, teetering a bit. His cock throbbed. “On the desk. Now,” he commanded.

After a second of hesitation, Liz was gliding across his office toward his desk, her hips undulating with every step and making his head spin. He bit his knuckle as he watched her. His desk was mostly cleared from his day’s work, and she hopped up in the middle, dangling her sinuous legs over the edge. Then she delicately lifted one leg and crossed it over the other knee, giving him a delicious glimpse of the swath of lace between her thighs.

The little minx.

He had to be sure she knew
he
was in charge here, not the other way around. But how long would she let them play this scene out? If she stopped him, he might go insane. And his dick might fall off from disuse, for fuck’s sake. He was so far gone he might push her way past where she wanted to go tonight. But she had the control. One word from her would stop the scene. She trusted him enough to believe that much, at least.

He stalked toward her and delighted in the way she watched his every move. He stopped before her, twining his fingers in her hair and holding tight. He tugged down until she arched her back, her arms behind her holding her weight, the long line from her neck to her navel begging to be licked. He leaned over to do just that, and she shivered under his tongue, squirming as she panted and moaned.

He slipped his empty hand around to undo her bra. She leaned forward and let it slide down her arms to the floor, then leaned back onto his desk. He dipped his head and licked around the outside of her nipple. She cried out, her hips jerking against his body. Oh, damn, she was already walking the tightrope toward orgasm, and he wanted to send her flying over the edge, but not before she begged for it.

He stood up, bringing her to her feet with his grip on her hair. “I guess I should have been more specific,” he said, his voice a deep growl. “When I said on the desk, I didn’t mean like this.” He turned her and spread her legs wide, pushing his body into hers and guiding her forward.

Liz didn’t resist in the slightest as he lowered her upper body until she was bent over his desk, her hands clasped, her weight resting on her forearms, her head cocked to the side, her gaze burning into his. For someone who protested orders, she seemed to follow them very well.

That snarky little mouth was parted in a pant of pleasure now. “Mmm, yes, that’s much better,” he said, trailing his hand down her back to her ass and kneading it. He searched her face for any sign of panic or refusal as he continued rubbing in slow circles around her left butt cheek. When he found none, he tapped her lightly with his fingertips while his palm stayed tightly cupped around the lace of her panties.

She bit her bottom lip, and he waited. After a pause, she tilted her head down. If he hadn’t still had his fingers snug against her scalp, he might have missed the minuscule motion. Fuck. She’d said yes.

He lifted his hand a few inches from her barely covered ass and brought it down again with some force. She jerked and gasped. He rubbed away the tiny sting and tapped her again gently.

He moved his hand from one cheek to the other, caressing, kneading, tapping, building the sensations until she squirmed beneath him, low keening sounds of pleasure coming from her throat. Then he whacked her hard once, twice, and finally a third time until she was arching her back and crying out. He caressed her again, slipping his fingers from her hair and sending both hands into her panties to cup and massage her pink cheeks.

Her ass muscles clenched and released beneath his fingers. He tugged her panties free. They slid down her stockinged legs to pool around her ankles, and he laid his larger frame over hers, blanketing her body with his and caging her in with his arms on either side of hers, palms flat on his desk. He turned his attention to his mark on her neck and kissed her there, licking the pink edges.

“Did you enjoy that?” he whispered.
Please say yes
, he prayed. If she couldn’t admit it, he still had to have her. He knew he could deny himself no longer, even if she wasn’t ready to accept this part of herself.

“I don’t… I…” She panted, then swallowed hard. “I think so,” she whispered.

Oh, thank fuck.

He sank against her, some of the tension leaving his body. His cock burned with the need for relief. And he would have it.

“I’m going to fuck you now. Hard. And you’re going to come even more than you did for me last night, sweetheart. I promise.”

Chapter Ten

Liz’s world was whipping into a frenzy around her. Her body was no longer hers, her senses completely out of control. What had he
done
to her? The heat swamping her from his body made her head swim. He’d spanked her. Oh, God. She’d let him hit her. Chase kissed the skin beneath her earlobe, and she shivered. Her nipples were hard peaks, her entrance drenched with desire, her body zinging with sensations she couldn’t control, couldn’t even name.

Had it hurt? She wasn’t sure. It had been shocking when he’d really whacked her that first time, but the vibration radiating from her backside hadn’t been pain, exactly. It was heat, a stinging, biting, delightful heat. When he lifted his body from hers, the sudden coolness caressed her oversensitized skin, and she moaned. She blinked the room back into focus and watched from her bent position as Chase stripped his remaining clothes.

Hot damn.

Her mouth watered with one look. His hard body moved with grace as he tossed his leather pants, boots, and socks aside. His cock stood up straight, straining, and he gazed down at her with such desire that she quivered. Holding her gaze, he sheathed himself in a condom and repositioned himself behind her.

His hand returned to her hair, and her muscles burned with holding her body prone for him. But as his cock teased her entrance, she wasn’t going to complain. He pushed himself in as his other hand trailed up her left butt cheek. As he touched the still-tingling flesh, he thrust forward hard, and she screamed at the fullness rocketing through her.

He groaned when his cock was buried deep within her, and she had to remember to breathe past the feelings crashing through her. As driving needs racked her body and soul, she focused on the one solid thing around: Chase.

He pulled back and thrust home again as he slapped her lightly on the ass.

“Oh!” she squealed. He pounded into her and tapped the other cheek. He continued this rhythm until she thought she would lose her mind. And then he pulled all the way out and reached around her hip to slide his finger through her slick folds. She cried out, her legs shaking. She was still wearing her stockings and shoes. But her core was bare to him, and her breasts rubbed against the cool desk with every thrust.

He trailed his moistened fingers along her dripping core to the tip of her clit. “Chase, oh, fuck. Please!” She didn’t care how desperate she sounded. She had to come. He
had
to make her come. Now. She’d say anything,
do
anything as long as he didn’t torture her one second longer.

She locked her gaze on his, letting him see the complete desperation in her eyes. “Please?” she begged.

He grinned and slammed into her so hard her arms slid a few inches on the desk. He worked her clit back and forth as he pounded into her sheath, and her body shattered. She came, screaming his name, keening loud and long sounds of pleasure that had no words, no sense, nothing but the pure bliss surging in her veins.

Tremors racked her body, her arms giving out, and she slumped forward on the desk, her cheek plunking down on the polished top. He was still fully sheathed in her body, his cock softening within her walls. He must have come, but she hadn’t noticed. An atomic bomb could have gone off, and she wouldn’t have batted an eyelash. In fact, she was pretty sure an A-bomb had shattered her insides.

Chase’s hands on her hips gentled, cradling her body against his. It was such a stark contrast to the way he’d just used her body in a deliciously brutal manner that she smiled.

“What are you grinning at, Ms. Clark?”

Her gaze rose to his face as he slipped from her body, and she slumped all the way against the desk, unable to hold herself upright, let alone stand.

She shrugged one shoulder, about as much movement as she was capable of, and he smirked, smugness shining out from his eyes. If she’d had the energy, she would have wiped that smile right from his lips, but there was no way she could reach him from this position. No sooner had she thought it than he was lifting and turning her in his arms, then carrying her to the sofa in the corner. He set her limp body down on it.

“Thank you,” he whispered before kissing the tip of her nose.

She’d never been thanked before for sex, but since she’d never in her life had sex that mind-blowing, maybe there was a reason for that. She watched with half-closed lids as he unrolled the condom, wrapped it in a napkin, and tossed it in the waste bin. His office was big, full of papers, a few filing cabinets, and his large, dark wood desk that she’d become so close to moments before.

He’d spanked her.

And she’d liked it.

Crap.

Liz closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to find some kind of calm in the storm now that the passion was ebbing. Her heart thundered; her breath sawed almost painfully in and out as she fought to catch it. Chase seemed to realize she needed a minute to collect herself, for she heard him shuffling quietly around his office, probably righting the papers and furniture they’d disregarded in their haste. Not to mention the clothes strewn all over the floor. Then she felt his weight settle onto the couch next to her, and she wanted to pretend she’d fallen into a postcoital catnap. But she wasn’t quite that cowardly. Almost, but not quite.

She glanced at his guarded expression. He was wary, his whole body stiff and held back from hers. Guess it was too much to ask for a good cuddle. He’d been so comfortable with Amber after they’d left the playroom. The air between Liz and Chase was charged with unsaid things, so different from the way he’d been with Amber. But Liz was the one he’d brought back to his office and had sex with. Not Amber.

She waited for him to say something, but he’d clammed up. With every passing second, she felt more self-conscious, and the heat of embarrassment coursed through her, bringing a brighter flush to her skin than the one from their shared pleasure. And it
had
been pleasure, bordering on that edge of sensation with pain, but mostly all she could remember was the way endorphin rockets went off in her bloodstream.

She looked away, holding back the sudden flood of tears threatening to spill down her chin.

“Shit,” Chase said, grabbing her shoulders and turning her to face him. She blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the moisture in her eyes. “Hey.” His pointer finger forced her chin up until her gaze met his. He cupped her face with soft fingers.

She took a shaky breath. “I…” She couldn’t speak, had no idea what to say to fill the awkward silence between them.

“Enjoyed yourself?” he prompted.

She nodded. No use denying it, even if she wanted to, which she didn’t think she did. He’d played her body like a fiddle, and she’d loved every submissive second of it.

“Good. Then what the fuck’s the problem?”

She shrugged again. “Dunno.”

“Bullshit. That’s the answer you give when you’re trying to buy time to think, or when you know the answer and don’t want to admit to yourself or someone else. So, what gives?”

How’d he gotten so darn perceptive? She didn’t like it. Bad enough she sat here naked before him physically. She didn’t want to be naked emotionally too. She’d let him see a side of her she didn’t examine except in the dark recesses of her dreams and books.

“I don’t know how to put it into words, okay? Back off,” she ordered. She might be stripped of all her clothes, her dignity, and the illusion of privacy, but she wasn’t going to let him bully her into talking about something she wasn’t ready to dwell over on her own, let alone dissect with someone else.

“Fair enough,” he said, pulling her closer and kissing her.

She let herself sink into his embrace as his wet lips caressed hers. Her body was still buzzing with aftershocks, but as the endorphins receded, she felt the distinct sting of a slightly sore bum. She shifted against him, and he broke their kiss.