Chapter Eight
CHAPTER EIGHT
As Blake pulled the roasted chicken and vegetables out of the oven he broke into a broad smile. He’d bought the ingredients on an impulse a couple of days before. He was telling himself there was no such thing as a coincidence when Butch, his black German Shepherd, suddenly barked. A moment later the dog ran to the door, and as Blake opened it and followed him outside he saw Heather’s truck rolling to a stop.
“I know, I know, I love you too,” she said as the dog leapt all over her the moment she climbed out.
“Come in,” Blake called, waving her over. “I hope you like roast chicken and vegetables.”
“I absolutely love it, and I’m impressed.”
“Why? It’s not difficult.”
“I’m hopeless in the kitchen,” she admitted as they headed inside.“Isn’t doing a roast a lot of work?”
“Not really, but I generally only make it when I’m havin’ company.”
“Wow, it smells delicious,” she exclaimed as they entered. “Clearly Butch thinks so too.”
The big dog had trotted over to the stove and was panting up at the roasting dish.
“He’d eat the whole thing if he could,” Blake said, moving to the counter to open a bottle of Chardonnay.
“Wine? I’ve only ever seen you with a beer bottle in your hand.”
“Hey, I’m not a total caveman.”
“Too bad,” she quipped.
It was a veiled invitation.
He didn’t need a second one.
Quickly closing the space between them he grabbed her around the waist and jerked her against his body.
“Too bad?” he repeated. “Do you want me to drag you into my bedroom by the hair?”
“Maybe not by the hair…”
It was all he needed to hear.
Sweeping her up, he strode through the door, carried her down the hall and tossed her on his king-sized bed.
* * *
It had happened so fast she could scarcely believe it, but she was thrilled. In seconds he deftly removed her clothes and hastily stripped, but when he slid his belt from his jeans, she watched, captivated, as he held it in his hands and climbed on top of her. Having no idea what was about to happen she held her breath. Seconds later, he swiftly wrapped it around her wrists and moved her arms above her head, evoking a flood of moisture between her legs.
He was fulfilling one of her long-held fantasies.
“Keep them there,” he growled, lowering his naked weight on top of her body.
Before she could respond his lips were on hers consuming her mouth in a crushing kiss. She longed to move her arms around his neck, but his command echoed through her head. All she could do was squirm beneath him.
“Is there something you want?” he murmured, breaking the kiss and staring down at her.
“You, I want you,” she stammered breathlessly.
“Try again,” he grunted, raising his hips and pushing his hand against her sex. “Damn, girl, you’re so wet.”
As she moaned and wriggled in response, he shoved a finger inside her passage, eliciting a loud cry.
“I’ll ask again,” he muttered softly, moving his lips to her ear. “Is there something you want?”
Though his hot breath sent goosebumps popping across her skin, and his thrusting finger made it virtually impossible to speak, she somehow managed to sputter her reply.
“Your c-cock.”
“What about it?”
“Ooh, p-please will you…”
“Will I what?” he demanded. “Say it.”
“F-fuck…m-me…p-please…?”
She expected him to immediately push inside her, but stretching past her, he opened his nightstand drawer then straightened up. With her eyes half-lidded, she stared at his muscled physique seeming to glow in the dim light. As she watched him sheath his hardness, she realized she had never wanted a man as badly as she wanted him.
“Please?” she whispered, raising her eyes. “I need you inside me.”
* * *
Though her urgent plea fueled his fever, her puckered nipples begged for attention. Wrapping his hands around her breasts, he lowered his mouth to the first cherry tip and hungrily drew it into his mouth. But listening to her soulful moans stoked his already urgent hunger.
He wanted to possess her.
After feasting on its twin, he slid his arm between their bodies, took hold of his member and placed it against her entrance. As he slowly pushed forward he heard a gasp, then a grateful groan. Relishing the feel of her tight warmth he began thrusting with slow, strong strokes, continuing for long minutes. Finally pausing and staying buried inside her, he reached over her head and removed the belt from her wrists.
“Wrap your arms around me,” he ordered gruffly as he quickened his pace.
He began to pump, often changing his speed and the intensity of his strokes, evoking groans and gasps. When he sensed she was drawing close to her climax, he slowly pulled out, flipped her over, grabbed her hips and pulled them into his pelvis.
“You have a great ass,” he grunted, landed a hot slap. “One that needs to be spanked.”
“Oh, my God.”
Though she’d breathed the words into the pillow he’d heard them.
“What? Tell me!”
“I’ve always dreamed of something like this.”
With a sudden surge of energy flowing through his loins, he smacked her opposite cheek.
“Ask for more.”
“Ohh, please, Blake will you spank me?”
With excitement surging through his loins he delivered his flattened palm from cheek to cheek, continuing until she was bleating and wriggling and her skin was hot pink.
“What do you say?” he demanded.
“I, uh, I’m not sure.”
“Thank me.”
“Oh, yes, yes, sorry, thank you, Sir.”
He hadn’t asked for the Sir, and it told him she’d explored the dark, sultry world of Dominance and submission. The world he’d embraced for many years. Overjoyed, he began pumping with vigor.
“You know you have to ask before you’re allowed to come.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Her reply heightened the excitement already coursing through him, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before his orgasm would be threatening. Guided by her cries, he quickened his pace, but feeling his moment looming he thought he’d have to slow down.
“Please, Sir, may I come.”
“Yes,” he growled urgently, relieved she had reached her moment just as he had. “Give it to me now.”
Gazing at her reddened cheeks and listening to her wails of pleasure, he surrendered to the sparkling climax shuddering through his body.