Chapter 17 Bad Girl
BAD GIRL
TEDDY
Teddy had never struck a woman.
Ever.
He hadn’t rough-housed with his female cousins. Never used his strength to overpower a woman in bed either.
As a wicked smile danced in Sydney’s eyes, he couldn’t rule out her unexpected invitation. But this was unchartered territory. If there was anything Teddy knew about himself, he was a fast learner, he adapted to new situations, and he’d been holding back sexually.
Unlike Gabriel, he wasn’t a womanizer. Didn’t leverage his good looks to land a woman in bed.
Exploring this—with Sydney—had captured his attention.
All his attention.
His erection pressed against his pants, the throbbing between his legs a reminder that Sydney continued pushing the limits and all his buttons.
He got off the bike, his gaze never leaving hers.
She clasped his hand, strode to the scanner. The light turned green for her, then flashed green for him. In they went, the bullet-proof door sliding closed behind them.
Suddenly, being alone in the dark, deserted, and eerily quiet building took on a whole new meaning.
As she walked down the corridor toward the residential wing, her breathing had changed. When he glanced over, her cheeks were flushed.
Was she into this? She did dress as a dominatrix for Halloween.
She wants to get spanked.
Truth was, he was still angry as hell. She’d put herself, the organization, and their top-secret facility at risk.
He continued walking in a seething silence. She stopped in front of her suite, pushed open the door. When she met his gaze, she arched an eyebrow, then sauntered in. He moved to the doorway, grabbed the top of the frame, and waited.
She didn’t turn on the bedroom light. No need, the hallway light spilled in. With her back to him, she unbuttoned her shirt, dropped it off her silky shoulders, letting it tumble to the floor.
Sydney in a bra and tight pants—her long hair in a ponytail that cascaded down her back—had him forcing down a growl. One provocative glance over her shoulder. Still no invitation, so he stood like a voyeur in the doorway. Was he the boogeyman or the one protecting her from it?
Off came her boots before she wiggled out of the pants and turned to face him. Arousal sprang from her half-hooded eyes, her breathing had changed, her shoulders rising and falling at a rapid rate.
As she dragged her gaze over every damn inch of him, she released a throaty moan. Every fiber in his body was being pulled by her. But he was not budging.
She needed to work hard for him tonight.
Rather than get naked, she strolled back over, but she did not touch him.
Absolute torture.
He ached to wrap his arms around her, caress her strong back, and rounded ass. He wanted to lift her into his arms, deposit her in the bed, and drive himself inside her. Get lost in everything Sydney, in the world they were building together.
“I want you to spank me,” she repeated. “Will you do that for me before you fuck me for your own pleasure?”
Jesus.
“Why should I?” he rasped.
And that’s when she fisted her hands on her womanly hips.
“Because you want to,” she said with all the confidence he’d come to expect from her.
“Because you need this as much as I do. Because fucking might not be enough. Because more might be a risk we take until we reach our limit. Because I’m desperately in love with you and need this, but only from you, and only if you want this too. ”
She pushed onto her toes, draped her arms over his shoulders. “Love is light. Love is also dark. Love is laughter and pain. Love is tender and dirty. It’s whatever we choose it to be.”
A growl buried so deep inside thundered out of him as he took her in his arms and kissed her. He locked her in place. Though there was no escape from his clutches, his kiss was gentle and loving.
When he stopped, she whispered, “I am sorry, not just to you or to me, but to an organization that deserves my best.”
“Sorry isn’t enough,” he said. “I will spank you.”
“Yessssss,” she hissed. As he peered into her half-hooded eyes, she started shaking.
“Are you scared?” he asked.
There was a healthy degree of fear that he anticipated she might have, but that would only ratchet up the sexual tension. Pain can be a strong aphrodisiac, but only if done right.
Teddy would take good care of his woman.
Leaning close, she rested her forehead against his chest.
“I’ve had this fantasy for a long time,” she whispered. “But I’ve never been with anyone I trusted enough—or was this attracted to. My feelings are intense. After seeing a different side of you tonight, I want this now, more than ever.”
He kissed the top of her head, stroked her long hair, still in the ponytail.
“You’re so sexy,” she murmured. “And filled with so much rage. I gotta have you.”
Off came her bra before she shimmied out of her panties. She wasn’t just naked, she was completely vulnerable. She sashayed to the large bed, crawled on and arched her back, pushing her sexy-as-hell ass into the air. Then, she gestured with her finger for him to join her.
He would take this next step with her, because it was for her.
“You will feel my wrath,” he bit out.
He didn’t remove his motorcycle boots, nor his leather jacket. But he did rip off his motorcycle gloves.
With a slow and deliberate step, he walked to the side of the bed closest to her and he wrapped his left hand around the front of her neck as if he were going to strangle her. But he didn’t tighten his grasp. With his right hand, he caressed her back, her ass, her thighs.
Slowly.
Her raspy groan had him relishing the ache in her voice.
After he caressed her shoulder, he pressed his mouth against her heated skin and kissed it, then he bit her soft skin.
She gasped. “I’m sorry,” she murmured.
“You. Are. A. Bad. Girl.” He caressed her bottom, then…
Whack!
He lightly smacked her ass.
“Again,” she pleaded.
Whack!
Same degree of pressure on her other ass cheek.
“More?” he asked.
“Please,” she murmured. “I was very, very bad.”
Whack!
“I love this,” she ground out. “Harder.”
Whack!
Applying more power, he smacked her backside.
“Yasssss,” she hissed. “I love that sting.”
And then, she started counting with every spank. “Four, five, six.”
Pausing, he caressed her ass with his hand. Heat from her skin reminded him that she was a tough woman with tender skin and a vulnerable heart.
She was now writhing on all fours, her moans ripping from her throat. “Mygod, that hurts so good.”
Whack!
“Seven.”
He continued until ten.
“No more.” He soothed her butt cheeks with gentle caresses, slid his hand over her pussy. She was soaked.
She liked that.
“I’m going to fuck you, Sydney,” he said. “Do you want that?”
“Yes, please, so badly.”
She repositioned her ass toward him and she lowered herself so he could enter her from behind.
“Not yet,” he said. “Watch me.”
She turned.
“Kneel on the bed.”
“Yes, sir.”
He shouldered off his leather jacket, tossed it onto the chair. Then, he studied her face. She was hard to read. Yes, her cheeks were flushed, her eyelids heavy, her breath coming fast, but what about her head space?
“Did you like that?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Say the words.”
“I loved the spanking. I’m buzzing so hard right now.”
He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, freed his cock from his boxer briefs. “Taste me.”
She moistened her lips, repositioned so she could reach him, and she curled her fingers around his shaft. Moving slowly, she licked the end, ran her tongue over the soft skin.
Arousal shot through him and he released a groan.
He fisted her ponytail and tugged it, putting tension on her head while she took him into her mouth.
She bent over further, and devoured him.
Round and round with her talented tongue, she wrapped her fingers around his cock, stroked it while she sucked and sucked.
His juices oozed out, the euphoria flowing through him like a tsunami.
And then, he tugged on her hair. “Enough,” he ground out.
Slowly, she pulled off, peered up at him, her mouth glistening with his pre-juices, her eyes glazed with lust.
“Time to get fucked.”
A guttural groan ripped out of her.
“Condom,” he rasped out.
“I have an IUD,” she said. “I’m clean.”
“Same,” he said. “On all fours, give me your spanked ass.”
She moved into position. He placed his hardness against her soft opening and he tunneled inside, the pleasure shooting through him like a rocket.
Crying out, she lowered herself, letting him sink in further.
With his hands on either hip, he thrust. Over and over, again and again, she urged him on with her words.
“Harder, faster,” she said. “I need this. I love how good you’re fucking me.”
Always a gentleman, he wanted to make sure she was taken care of, but that wasn’t part of this. So, he unleashed the animal lurking inside him, and he fucked her for his own pleasure.
Hard and fast and deep.
“I’m coming,” she cried out as her sweet pussy clamped down on his shaft.
And he released his seed inside her while the orgasm rocked his body.
He was on fire. She’d ignited a part of him that he’d been suffocating. Never before had he felt so alive, so free to be himself sexually. Her strength and confidence as a woman—and as his lover—had unlocked a part of him he’d never dared release.
Slowly, he withdrew, scooped her into his arms, and tumbled into bed. They came together in a feral kiss. Wild and angry. Biting and scratching, her throaty groans were filled with more rage then he’d expected.
“Fuck you, Tank. Fuck you for coming into my life… and for staying.”
She started wailing on him as if out of control. He collected her hands, held them in his own.
“You. Are. It,” he said. “This is it. And we are just getting started.”
“No,” she protested, then she married her lips to his. Her kiss was brutal and violent, until she choked back a sob.
Then, her kiss calmed while he held her close.
“I can’t give you my heart,” she whispered. “It’s painted black.”