Traded for Love (12 page)

Her smile widened. “Go on. Kiss me.”

I was stunned. It wasn't a request or a suggestion, it was … an order. “I—I … ” Stammering was getting me nowhere, but I could do little else.

My grip on her wrists loosened and suddenly her arms were free. “Maybe you'd prefer it this way,” she said softly, threading her arms around my neck. Her fingers turned in my hair as she cupped the back of my head and pulled me tightly against her. I shuddered at her caresses, so gentle, so subtle. She lifted onto her toes and pressed her lips to mine, controlling the pressure of the kiss, demanding access to my mouth, guiding me, showing me exactly how she liked it.

A groan dragged from my gut, up through my throat, vibrating our lips. No other woman had ever done this. I'd always been in control. I was bewildered, completely destroyed by it, draw in and chained by it.

I never wanted it to stop.

But it did end, and it left me incapacitated.

Her head dropped back against the door, and those brown eyes locked with mine. Leisurely, her hand traveled over my chest, tracing a searing trail to my shirt buttons. She undid each one, disrobing me at an agonizingly slow pace.

The white fabric folding over her knuckles as she slid her hands over my shoulders. “I wanted to see this chest,” she whispered. “Is there anything
you
wanted to see?” she asked coyly.

Without a word, I snatched her away from the door and carried her to the bed. I forced the resistant skirt of her dress up to her waist.

I hungrily took in the sight of her naked pussy, the partially shaved mound, the delicate swath of blonde curls just above her clit. There wasn't enough time to enjoy all of her. I was too eager, too frenzied to care whether she was completely undressed.

Fuck
.
Fuck
.
Fuck
.
She was wet, ready for me. My eyes glued to her, I swept a hand over her clothed tits. Her nipples pressed up from under the fabric. She watched as I fumbled with my belt-buckle, and then my zipper. Finally, I was free.

I drove into her without hesitation. She was sinfully tight.
Yes, God, yes! More!

Gasping, I fucked her, desperate to enter her every time I withdrew, desperate to withdraw every time I plunged in deep. There was too much of me and not enough of her. She was surrounding me in every way, from the sound of her moans to the clench of her legs wrapped around my waist.

Every time I felt myself coming, I willed myself to hold back.

Though I didn't know her body, I still strove to please her. I wasn't sane enough to wonder why her orgasm mattered. I never gave a shit whether my partners came. Yet, this time was different. I wanted her to feel as crazy as I did. I wanted the lust to burn her just as much as it burned me.

My eyes opened to study her face. She was looking at me. Her mouth fell open as the blush in her cheeks rose. She brought a hand over my back and dug her fingernails into my skin. With her looking at me, the sting radiating through my muscles almost made me lose it. She was watching me fuck her, watching me teeter on the edge.

She bit down on her bottom lip, turning it red at the mercy of her white teeth. The volume of her moans rose. Her hand pressed to my cheek. I dipped my head and found the tip of her thumb. I obeyed the urge to suck it. God, did every part of her taste sweet?

The finger left my mouth as the hand slid down my face. I hadn't seen it coming, but when her slender digits wrapped around my neck and I felt the air constricted, I was sure I was going to pass out.

Too much. It was too much. I dropped my head back, threw myself into the last few thrusts I could manage and filled her with my come. The heat was intense between her legs, but I stayed there, lodged deep inside her, staring down at her in equal parts admiration and disbelief.

I'd never given in. I'd never become unhinged.

Our gazes locked again, our hurried breaths leaving our bodies in tandem.

“Jesus,” I mumbled.

Her pink, sugary smile spread between those cheeks again. There was a deviant display of colors and lights in her eyes.

At that moment, I knew I was doomed. I thought if I could taste her just once, I'd be able to let go of her, but something about the way she looked up at me from the pillows, the way she blinked slowly as she caught her breath stoked the fire again.

I knew I couldn't ever be satisfied with doing this once.

I had to have her again … and again … and again.

And soon.

To Have and to Hold

(Jack)

She sat up on the bed and leaned against the wall. I put myself away and zipped up my pants. As I fastened my belt-buckle, the silence rang in my ear.

We were halcyon figures, motionless in a universe that spun around us, each fixated on the other.

I was still in disbelief, still stunned that I'd taken her with such ferocity. It was unlike me.

For some reason, I found it difficult to look her in the eye. It could have been the way she disarmed me and set me on edge.

I checked the buttons on my shirt cuffs. “I want to see you again.”

She scooted to the edge of the bed. “Do you, now?”

Something about her tone irritated me, but I maintained my calm. “Yes. Tomorrow, if possible.”

“What if I don't want to see
you
? What if I tell Drake to keep you from coming in?”

I looked into her eyes. “You won't do that.”

“I won't?” She smiled.

My heart beat faster. She could do it. She could keep me out. “I'll come back,” I assured her. “I'll keep coming back until you come out, or I can come in. I'll do everything I can to be near you.”

“Dangerous talk.” She tsked. “Be careful, Mr. Doe, someone might mistake your devotion for obsession.”

“I don't give a shit what anyone else thinks. I have to be with you again. I don't think you understand.” I strung my jacket over my arm. “I barely understand it myself.”

“Hm. What would your
wife
think if she heard you talking like that?”

My breath caught. “My wife?”

She nodded her head at my hand. “You forgot to take off your wedding band.”

She was right, I hadn't taken off the gold band on my ring finger. “My wife … ” I licked my chapped lips. “What my wife doesn't know won't hurt her.”

“But she saw you come in here,” she pointed out.

I scoffed. “That woman? She's
not
my wife.”

Her sweet expression melted into something seductively wicked. “My, my, Mr. Doe,” she moaned, “you
are
a bad boy, aren't you?” She crossed her smooth legs at the knee, the legs that had been wrapped around me just minutes before.

Fuck
.

I choked on the lump in my throat. After a considerable struggle, I regained my composure. “Will you see me tomorrow, or not?”

Her wicked smile spread wider. “No.”

I clenched the folds of my jacket, gritting my teeth behind my lips. “Why? Didn't you enjoy yourself?”

She chuckled. “What if I didn't?”

“Stop answering my questions with more questions!” I lashed out.

One of her eyebrows lifted. “I didn't come.”

She might as well have cut off my dick. “What?”

“I'm sorry, did I injure your pride?” She stood up. “The fact is, Mr. Doe, while I
did
enjoy myself, I don't have any desire to have a repeat of this session tomorrow.” She walked to the door and set her hand on the doorknob, but stopped to look over her shoulder. “Good night.”

“Don't you dare!” I snapped, grabbing her wrist and yanking her back. “Don't you fucking dare leave me like that.” Desperate to get my point across, I found I couldn't tear my gaze from her, her beautiful face, her half-lidded eyes. “If you think you can drive me crazy, make me lose control, and walk out of my life forever, you've got another thing coming.” I pulled her tightly against me. Her curves, those maddening, supple curves fit perfectly against my frame. “I
never
lose control,” I growled. “Tonight was
not
enough. I want to taste every part of you, touch every inch of your skin, put fire in every last one of your nerves. I want to make you lose your mind the way you made me lose mine.” If I could have crushed her into me, if I could have woven her body with mine so she couldn't get away, I would have. I tightened my grip on the fabric of her dress, the only barrier that kept my fingernails from raking across her skin. “You can pretend all you want, but I
know
you want to see me again. That's why I'm coming back tomorrow, because even though you're trying your best, you can't hide it. You
want
me to come back. You
want
me to drive you crazy. Because when we met, you felt something. We both did.” Her look of lofty surprise drove my passion through the roof. “Admit it.”

Her expression softened as she soundlessly leaned in. I could feel her breath on my lips. “Come back tomorrow,” she whispered.

Before I could claim that delectable mouth of hers, she slipped out of my arms and out the door. I stood in the tiny cell that had been my sexual Heaven for the past hour, alone, bereft of words, wanting her worse than I had before.

Christ
.
What has this woman done to me?

I pulled on my jacket, trying to will away the new erection she'd inspired. There were doubts in my mind as to whether I'd ever get her out of my system.

I inhaled the scent of our coupling, which hung in the air like a sweet perfume. The hope that I might be able to demonstrate my true abilities the next day made me wish I could sleep until tomorrow night. God knew I was exhausted enough to sleep away the time.

Suddenly, all I wanted to do was go home and collapse. I stepped out into the hall and saw Julia standing there. The mascara stains on her face were evidence enough that she was upset.

When her eyes met mine, my emotions hardened. “What?”

“Did you have a good time?” she asked.

I straightened my collar and shot her a look of masterful confidence. “Yes.”

She averted her gaze and sniffed loudly. “How could you?”

I grunted. “Julia, I don't have time for your petty jealousy. You knew what this was. You knew why we came here. You
invited
me to come with you, for God's sake.” I scoffed. “Don't act like you didn't get anything out of it. He must have shit a brick when he saw the chastity device.” I laughed. “Did he make you suck him off instead? Did he even scratch the surface of the sick shit you like?” I couldn't suppress the chuckle that rattled out of my chest.

Julia pushed away from the wall she'd been leaning on, looked me square in the face and slapped me across the cheek. “You're
despicable
.”

My cheek stung as my anger rose. I seized her by the shoulders and shoved her against the wall more gently than I would have if I'd let my rage come to a head. “Yeah, say it again! Tell me how much of a bastard I am. Tell me I'm heartless. Tell me I'm ruthless because I fucked another woman when I could have fucked you, or my wife, or any other damn woman in here. All you'll do is get me harder.” I brought my mouth close to hers. “You're mad because you're in love with me, but I don't love you. You're mad because you don't understand how I can fuck the shit out of you and not feel anything for you. Want to know the truth? Want to know the big secret about me that you should have guessed before now?” I leaned in so my lips brushed her earlobe. “I can't love. I've tried. But to me, all women are worthless cheaters. They fuck anything that moves. Vows be damned. All women are
cheap
.
Even ones like you who start out innocent and pure become slutty whores for the biggest, baddest cock in the room.” I ran my hand down the front of her body, grazing her nipples, her stomach and the crest of her thighs with my fingers. “I'm the biggest, baddest cock in the room. And you're no better than a neglected puppy, crying over me in a hallway while I fuck another woman, a woman I don't even love.”

I lifted away from her ear, and looked her in the eye. “I want to come again. Now, will you submit to me and accept your punishment for striking me? Or are you going to go home and finger yourself through the device because you wish you'd gotten fucked by me?”

The color in her cheeks gave me my answer.

I grabbed her wrist in my hand and took her back into the room I'd just come out of.

“Take your clothes off,” I ordered as I closed the door behind us.

She shrugged out of the dress and let it drop to the floor. A tear fell over her cheek as she stood naked, except the chastity device and her heels, in front of me.

“There,” I said, pointing to the modest, leather-upholstered spanking bench against the wall.

She crossed to it and knelt on the lower step, settling her stomach on the upper shelf.

My belt's buckle rattled when I undid it. I snapped the leather between my hands. My shadow slid menacingly over her back as I stepped up to deliver the first blow. “Do you know why you're being punished?”

A noisy sniff escaped her. “Yes, Master.”

“Tell me what you did wrong, slut,” I hissed.

“I hit you, sir,” she sobbed.

I lashed her with the belt.