Chapter 15
CHAPTER 15
B eckett
This wasn’t a good idea. Not by a long shot.
However, since when had I considered the risk to my safety, life, or health? Twenty years ago? Twenty-five?
Some would say I’d been born and bred to be a killer. I would typically beg to disagree. Then again…
It was something I was very good at.
A deep, penetrating chuckle formed in my gut. Just watching Mallory, seeing the way she reacted to my observation of her, the looks I’d given her, was delicious. I knew had it not been for the storm, the chance of me allowing this to happen would be slim to nil.
Spending time with her was a necessity, but not this way. I’d done my best to stay away from her, to keep my distance but the moment I’d walked into the living room, I’d known I couldn’t keep my hands to myself.
No one had ever been in this house since I’d closed on it. Not one person.
Mallory had arrived fearful, but had quickly shifted into utter curiosity and determination to learn more about me. Now I hungered to do the same with her. She was nervous, jittery, but I could also smell her excitement. She wanted to experience something that she’d never done before.
My mind was spinning with filthy thoughts as I ran my fingers down her spine. The fact she wasn’t walking away from me was telling. She had some trust in the man protecting her.
She also had a dark craving that few women allowed themselves to experience or acknowledge. What she continued to push hard against was the connection we shared.
An urge so strong it was impossible to resist washed over me. I snapped my wrist, bringing the cane down across her buttocks.
“Oh,” she half moaned, half whispered, her body swaying as she fisted her hands. But her feet remained firmly planted on the floor. This moment wasn’t just about disciplining her for her infractions. Not by a long shot. To me, this was foreplay. I’d never thought of my need to dominate someone in that manner before. It fit perfectly.
I wasn’t immune to the thought of romance, but performing any ridiculous acts for the sake of driving my cock into a single woman had never entered my mind. Not that the intense cravings I felt at this moment could be considered anything but a byproduct of my life experiences.
There was a heightened level of freedom from foregoing the need to keep watch on the perimeter if only for a single night. I took the opportunity to snap the cane across her buttocks three additional times, sucking in my breath as soon as I’d done so.
But spanking her even for the sheer enjoyment held limited satisfaction with her wearing sweatpants. No matter that I’d given them to her. The material was too thick, the brute inside of me unable to bask in a single mark that might be left from my harsh actions.
Her breath skipped when I pressed my groin against her. “Are you wet for me?”
“I don’t know you.”
I nipped her earlobe, my muscles tensing the moment hers did. “That didn’t answer the question.” I rolled my fingers around her hip, taking my time to slide my hand between her legs. The material was damp. I rubbed gently at first, struggling to keep my control around her. She bucked forward, snapping her long fingers around my wrist.
But she wasn’t attempting to pull my arm away. She was keeping it right where it was.
I closed my eyes and nuzzled against her neck as my actions became rougher.
Even without wearing any perfume, the scent of her sweetness captured my full attention. Like cherries and peaches in the summertime. Maybe a small part of me held some romantic bent.
There were no words that needed to be said, no empty promises that would linger in the days to come. This wasn’t forever because it wasn’t possible. I enjoyed the time being this close for a few seconds, but the dark cravings in me would always win out over everything else.
I pulled back, immediately untying the drawstring on her sweatpants. I could tell she was holding her breath, but there was no uncertainty about my plans. She had to know by now I wasn’t into game playing. There was the here and now, nothing else on the horizon.
Live for the moment. Or so my father used to tell me.
With the thick material locked around her knees, I took a step away, bringing the cane down across her sit spot. It was fabulous to see the slight discoloration as a blush of rose formed in long strings across her tender skin. The fact she was standing in the same place, neither taking a step forward nor running away from fear and disgust kept me in a state of brutal desire.
I cracked the cane across her upper thighs, inhaling deeply with every hard strike.
Her moans only fueled the need to continue even if there were far more pleasurable actions I would take with her. The cane was an incredible implement, more so than I’d originally thought. I brought the slender wood under my nose briefly, inhaling the very light scent. But it wasn’t pungent enough to keep my senses alive.
Using my knee, I pushed her legs as far apart as the sweatpants would allow and gently slid the cane between them.
She sucked in her breath immediately and twisted her head over her shoulder. Just the way she was staring at me increased fuel in the fire. I could easily spend hours doing nothing more than performing a twisted yet satisfying examination of every inch.
When had I ever thought of something so salacious?
Mallory licked her lips just as I pressed the reed against her swollen pussy. Almost immediately, her scent intensified, filling my nostrils in such a way I could easily become drunk on her fragrance. She shuddered, the slight sounds she made keeping my cock twitching every few seconds.
I’d never experienced blue balls before, but there was always a first time for everything. I continued rubbing, wishing the wood hadn’t been protected with a clear coat of polyurethane. She swayed as she’d done before, arching her back when I pushed the cylinder against her clit.
I took my time rolling it back and forth, my heart hammering against my chest from seeing her reaction to the filthy deed. I’d yet to learn the most intimate aspects of her body, but I could easily tell she was fully aroused. Even close to orgasming. My cock might be aching, but hearing her sultry tone as she attempted to hold back every moan, every whimper was far too exciting.
She slowly eased her head back, instantly cupping her breasts. Her eyes remained closed as she squeezed her fingers, her lips pursing in immediate response. We barely knew each other yet she’d found a way of breaking through the tough barriers surrounding me with her ability to tease and tempt.
Like the little vixen she was.
The show continued, including when she rolled her fingers around her nipples. Who did she think she was kidding? She couldn’t feel the sensations wearing so many clothes. I pushed her hands away, grinning from her instant protest and wrangled the ill-fitting sweater up to her shoulders.
She didn’t fight me as I yanked it away, but her body was shaking more intensely than before. This time, I reached around her waist, fanning my fingers and rubbing the flat of my hand up to her breast. My entire body was tense as I flicked my finger back and forth across her hardened nipple. I’d never had my mouth water the way it was from the longing to suck on a tit.
It was a savage thought yet an unavoidable one. The beautiful, beguiling veterinarian made me want to do truly bad things. I pinched and twisted until she cried out, immediately biting her lower lip to keep the sound down.
Who did she think would hear her raucous cry?
Jax proved me somewhat wrong, snuffling after lifting his head.
“We have company,” she breathed, laughing softly in her seductive lilt.
“Never out of range.” I took my time paying attention to her other hardened bud, plucking until she tossed her head back and forth.
Woof. Woof.
“What is he saying?” she breathed.
“That he needs a better show.”
Goddamn, I did adore her laugh, the sound filtering into my eardrums in such a way I was tingling all over. Who the hell did that? Not this dude.
She shifted her knees several times and I finally figured out what she was doing. Attempting to remove the sweatpants on her own. I liked the reminder of the action I was taking, the forbidden zone I’d decided to enter. It was intoxicatingly erotic in my mind.
I continued rubbing back and forth, taking my time to ensure my actions were as gentle as possible when I felt like being a rough bastard. When her breathing changed a few seconds later, a smile curled across my dry lips. She was close, oh-so close.
Now I was also finished with the hindrance of the pants she was wearing, using my foot to jam them down onto the floor. I lifted her from them and she squealed as I carried her closer to the couch. There was a method to my madness.
All the while I continued rubbing, driving the rod past her swollen lips. She was growing wilder with her body’s reactions, coming close to convulsing as she fought to gain some control of her breathing.
I kicked her legs further apart and slid my arm around the front of her thigh, rolling the tip of a single finger around her clit. I wouldn’t be able to continue my actions for long. She had a way of dragging me from my comfort zone and all I could think about was fucking her.
Over. And. Over. Again.
As soon as I pinched her clit, every muscle in her body stiffened. When she tossed her head back, her hair covered my face, the slight tickling adding another layer of throbbing sensations to my stiff cock.
My eyesight was affected, she was driving me so crazy with desire. I pinched and pulled on her clit while continuing to rub the cane against her pussy. She was riding the damn thing, bucking hard against it. I’d never seen anything like it.
I was the one panting, the anticipation of watching her come pushing me to the breaking point.
The moment I knew she was on the edge, I pulled the cane free, cracking her bottom three times in rapid succession.
Her scream was short, but high pitched and she rose onto her toes as the climax swept through her wild and free. While still in the throes of ecstasy, I pushed her forward and over the back of the couch, lifting her off her feet as I crouched down.
I had no intention of wasting a single drop of her sweet cream. I buried my face into her wetness, drinking in her sweet scent and juice that instantly covered my face. I licked her furiously, driving my tongue and fingers deep into her tight channel.
She pounded her hands against the couch and a point of amusement hit me.
Jax wasn’t moving, not budging an inch from our actions. He couldn’t care less. She fueled me with her actions and moans and I couldn’t stop licking. It was like savoring every bit of ice cream before it melted away.
Only when she started coming down from her high did I slow down.
But I wasn’t interested in stopping just yet. With my tongue slickened from her sweetness, I continued feasting while her body writhed. She was close to exhaustion, her sounds becoming muffled. Seeing the goosebumps forming on every inch of her naked skin, I could tell she was close to coming all over again.
I pulled her clit into my mouth, sucking as she pushed up from the couch.
“Son of a bitch. Oh, my God. This is…”
I growled in response, holding her legs wide open until she came down from the high.
As I rose to my full height, first licking my lips then wiping my mouth with my arm, Jax harrumphed, but settled back for a long winter’s nap.
Her breathing remained ragged, a subtle but evocative laugh floating toward me. I allowed her to rest for a few seconds, long enough to remove my clothes. By the time I returned to the couch, she was earnestly attempting to free herself from the couch.
I did it for her, yanking her into a standing position, my cock immediately sliding between her legs. She pressed them together, murmuring softly as she shifted her hips. The slight friction was far too enjoyable, enough so she could make me lose my load.
And I had no intention of allowing her to push me to that point.
I nibbled on her earlobe and cupped her breast with one hand, wrapping the fingers of my other around her long neck. “So tempting. You enjoy teasing me. Don’t you?”
“Maybe.”
Her slight moan when I purposely rubbed her welted bottom with my groin added a boost to the rush of adrenaline. She was doing her best to rock back and forth on her toes even as I pulled her head back, forcing it against my shoulder.
“I can tell you do.” I continued grinding against her, ensuring she was well aware of what I would do to her. After turning her head, I shifted to the side, crushing my lips over hers. I wanted her to experience such sweetness, to comprehend what the taste of her had done to me. I thrust my tongue inside, taking a few seconds to explore every inch of her hot mouth.
She wrapped her arm around mine, holding me in place, not trying to push me away. Yet she was still valiantly attempting to regain some control. I sensed that by the way she was digging her nails into my skin. That only fueled me.
When I broke the kiss, the moment somehow reminded me what I was doing was dangerous for both of us. The lack of caring on my part was something that would haunt me.
Mallory’s single moan brought me back to reality.
“Do you see how sweet you taste?” I asked her.
She nodded, her sigh keeping a smile on my face.
I closed my eyes. The visions in my mind were filthy, depraved. However, I didn’t give a shit. During our limited time together, I would teach her about the pleasures of pain, allowing her to enjoy the afterglow of discipline in so many ways. Only then would she be able to lift the thick veil she’d cocooned herself in.
Then I’d become her master.
The thought was riveting, forcing my cock to press hard against her slickened pussy. Just the thought of thrusting my shaft inside kept my balls tight. But I would also take her in every other way, fulfilling both our fantasies and dark desires.
How had we gotten this far, going down a road that I’d deemed unfathomable? I loosened my hold on her neck, lightly rubbing my fingers in between her breasts.
I was so busy enjoying the feel of her soft skin that I hadn’t realized she’d taken advantage of the moment, pushing hard enough against me to break my hold.
As she scampered away, she laughed, but the sound wasn’t based on sheer amusement. She was testing me, pushing the same buttons she’d done before only in a different way.
The firelight captured the illumination of her irises. They shone as they’d not done before in a prism of colors. She was still nervous around me, uncertain of what I was capable of.
That made two of us on this night.
The thought I’d do anything to protect her had broken my practice of how I handled issues. Now I was at a crossroads in life that I likely had no control over.
However, tonight was all about taming her.
I stood right where I was, beckoning her with my hand.
She shook her head, even daring to blow me a kiss.
The fact she refused to back down added another layer of excitement in being able to strip away her defenses.
Making her mine.
The harsh reality was that my lack of patience had always gotten in the way. Tonight was no different. I’d wanted her to come to me, to revel in the touch of my fingers, the heat exuded from our bodies, but I was a fool to think she could ever find happiness in succumbing to my needs.
Not with as dark as they’d always been and tonight was no exception. It was all I could do to keep the tight level of control I prided myself in.
“Come here,” I growled, no longer able to disguise my voice or my thirst to taste her pretty pink pussy. I burned inside from the needs, my throat tightening from the thought.
“Why? You can see me clearly from where you are.”
Dear God, no one had ever challenged me to this degree.
“Because I commanded you to.”
“You’ll need to come get me.” She was moving from foot to foot, perhaps anticipating a chase.
My hunger was too significant to wait to fuck her but for so much longer.
“Hmmm… And if I catch you?”
“Then you can have anything you want.”
I rubbed my jaw, debating how and where I wanted to fuck her. “Be careful what you hope to achieve. That would make for a very cold night. On the other hand, if you’re captured in my web, I’ll enjoy spending the night devouring you. Every sweet inch.”