Protecting His Brat

by Sorcha Black

  “So let it be meaningless sex then. I didn’t ask for a fucking ring.” The profanity clearly shocked him, as it was meant to. It shocked me a little too, but I had a whole dusty F-bomb arsenal that had been building up for the past several years.

  “Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  Oh god. This was really happening.

  Even if he wasn’t interested in me past our mutual sexual attraction, I could learn to live with that, right? A man like Blue wouldn’t normally give a girl like me a second glance. If sex was all I could get from him, I’d count myself lucky to have gotten that much of his personal time.

  “We can’t do anything loud when there are too many people in this house.”

  “Okay.”

  “If this becomes a thing for a while afterward, you’re not going to fucking Europe with that little vanilla jackass.”

  He was already caving on the just one time thing? I suppressed a grin.

  “Not a problem. No more Courtland.”

  He ran a frustrated hand over his stubbled head. “Your mother has been looking into the kid’s financial affairs—she seems to think he’ll get serious fast. I’m supposed to report back to her about how tonight went.”

  “So, tell her the date flopped. She won’t be surprised. And as much as you seem to think Courtland would be a good catch, you know my mother has been warning me not to trust him.”

  There was a long silence between us while I waited for him to make the first move.

  “Come here.” He pointed to the spot on the floor directly between his feet, and I crawled there, watching his hungry expression. I knelt where he’d indicated, feeling like my insides had the shivers.

  “Why are you such a tease?”

  “I’ve been trying to get you to make a move. You’re very stubborn.”

  “I’ve been trying to do the right thing.”

  “This isn’t the wrong thing.”

  “This is wrong, but I can’t resist you anymore.”

  He caressed my face and rested his thumb against my lips. I immediately darted my tongue out for a taste, then latched on, sucking and toying. He tasted like soap—smelled like it too. Something faint and manly. His every shift in muscle, every soft grunt, increased my confidence. After a couple of minutes, he pulled his thumb from my enthusiastic mouth, and I made a sound of disappointment. I was so aroused I was ready to move on to a blowjob. I was pretty sure I understood what to do now.

  Tension thrummed between us.

  He rose from the bed and slid past me to grab the silk cords that served as tie backs for his curtains. Dark eyes hooded, he dangled the ties in front of me.

  “Do you really think about me when you’re alone?” he asked.

  “Constantly.”

  “When I woke up this morning, I daydreamed about tying you up with these.” He trailed the tassel of one over the bare skin of my shoulder, and my nipples stiffened to even harder points.

  I opened my mouth. Shut it again. “You did?”

  “You drive me to distraction.”

  “I do?” And here I’d thought my inexperience would bore him.

  “You could have your pick of perverts.”

  “You’re the only pervert I want.” I smiled at him shyly. “When did you start thinking about having sex with me?”

  “The second day, at the dress shop.”

  “You got so bossy.”

  “You liked it.”

  “I loved it. I still do.”

  He drew me to my feet and backed me against the closest bedpost of the bulky four-poster bed. Without a word, he pushed my arms back around it and tied them there from elbow to wrist so fast I didn’t have time to panic.

  I tugged, but I was definitely stuck and completely at his mercy.

  He backed a step, surveying his captive at length until I was blushing and cringing. I doubted my body was that interesting, considering all of the women he’d probably been with over the years, so why was he staring?

  “What?” I finally asked, unable to contain my self-consciousness.

  “You have no fucking idea how much I’ve wanted to have you like this.”

  He trailed a finger down my neck to the slope of one breast, tickling his way down to brush lightly over my nipple. Even though Blue was barely touching, I could swear I felt my pulse throbbing wherever his fingers roamed. I made a sound in the back of my throat, a high-pitched, near-silent whine I wasn’t sure he could hear over the gunfight on television.

  “Such a sensitive girl. Every time I touch you, you twitch and shudder like I’m doing something shocking.”

  He skated the tips of his fingers all over my skin—up my arms to my shoulders, down to my breasts, flicking my nipples before tickling over my belly to my bare pussy, but moving away from where I wanted him to touch my legs, the backs of my knees, the hollows of my hips. By the time he stopped, I was panting. My skin was sensitized, and my body throbbed for anything he was willing to give me.

  “You have such soft skin.”

  “You have such rough hands.” I blushed.

  Pausing, he grabbed his wide leather belt from the dresser and approached me, menacing me with the wide, black strop of it.

  I braced for the crack of the belt, wincing, but he crouched and wrapped it around me mid-thigh, fastening it so that my legs were caught tightly together.

  “What are you doing?”

  He shrugged, then stood. “Whatever I want. After weeks of being a tease, I think you deserve some payback.”

  Having my legs forced together like this felt rude and sexual, as if I’d been put into a low-tech chastity belt. I wriggled, trying to get the belt to slide down, but it didn’t budge.

  “I don’t like this.”

  “That’s very sad.” His mouth was quirked. “I thought you said fuchsia was your safeword—not whining, not cute little pouts, not ‘I don’t like this.’”

  He brushed his lips over mine, but didn’t stay long enough for a kiss. Instead, he explored my body with the gentle touch of lips and fingers, but so very lightly that it low-key tickled. It was like getting groped by a horde of butterflies, except it was Blue watching my every reaction—Blue tasting my skin and touching every bit of me that wasn’t belted tight and off-limits.

  I rocked my pelvis forward, trying to give him better access to my clit, which he was ignoring. It ached after so much teasing, and so much anticipation.

  His breath warmed my ear, making my stomach shudder. “You have such a sweet little body.” He was so much bigger than me, it felt like he surrounded me, touching me everywhere. He cupped my breasts, and we both quietly groaned. “Touching a naked girl shouldn’t turn me on so much anymore.”

  “You should untie me,” I recommended. “This sets a bad precedent for me as a submissive. Shouldn’t you be teaching me how to please you?”

  “How about you stop with the back-seat driving?”

  I tried for a witty retort, but Blue licked a trail to my nipples, then brushed his lips back and forth over one, then the other, sneaking a taste with his tongue, grazing them with his teeth, all so frustratingly gentle I was forced to thrust my body at him, looking for more sensation.

  “Please,” I begged again and again, trying to keep my voice down. “Please… Please, Blue. Harder.”

  The evil bastard smiled and kept teasing, blowing streams of air over my skin, ghosting feather-light touches. As he approached my privates yet again, I couldn’t help but rock toward his mouth in hopeful invitation.

  “This?” he asked mockingly, his mouth scant inches from where I needed it. “I can barely reach your clit with your legs tied like this. Such a shame.”

  I was breathing hard, frantic, desperate.

  “Quiet now or I’ll have to stuff that pretty mouth with something.”

  “Anything. Please do anything.”

  Gaze moving between my expression and pussy, he spread my labia as much as the tight belt on my thighs would allow. I struggled to tip my hips
to give him better access. Between both of our efforts, his tongue found my clit, and slid over the aching bud. A wicked thrill of ecstasy shot through me.

  “Oh god—does it always feel like that?”

  Rogue tingles ran through my body, radiating out from the one brief contact, and a sheen of sweat broke on my skin. I gulped deep breaths, trying to force my wobbling legs to keep me upright.

  “Please!” I wanted more. I wanted him to lick me until my wildly beating heart gave out, and I died from the pleasure.

  “Shh!” He pinched the back of my thigh hard, but his eyes were bright, and he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. The pinch had hurt, but it made me moan anyway.

  “Please,” I whispered, pushing myself at his mouth. “Untie me. I’ll do anything you want.”

  “You need to work on your patience.” He grabbed a rude handful of my ass and yanked me toward him, then nipped my mons, just hard enough to make me squeak before he licked away the sting.

  His eyes were half-lidded and sexy as hell, and he sought out my clit again, stroking over it with his tongue a moment before pulling away.

  Every muscle in my thighs and ass hurt. I didn’t know how much more of this teasing I could take. I was desperate to spread my legs for him—to give him better access. Soon I’d start screaming and wouldn’t be able to stop.

  The hand gripping my ass fanned out, fingers seeking, inching toward its cleft.

  I tried to strain away from his fingers as they started at the top of that divide and slid downward, stroking, teasing, making me tense and shiver and try to clench my butt cheeks.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Anything I want, like you said. Unless you want to safeword?”

  Safeword? Well…it would stop him from touching me in a place that had sounded hot in books, but was embarrassing in real life, but what if he stopped altogether? He would probably leave me this way and say it was proof I wasn’t ready for him—that I really was vanilla.

  His fingers drifted closer to where I didn’t want them, and wordlessly I tried to stop him, but only succeeded in pushing my sex harder against his exploring mouth again and again. Suddenly, he worked the belt free from my thighs. He rose and unbound my arms.

  “But I didn’t safeword,” I murmured.

  “A man can only torture himself for so long,” he murmured back.

  “Don’t leave me like this.” I tried to look sultry instead of pathetic.

  He snorted. “If you want something from me, ask like a good girl.”

  A good girl, huh?

  “Pleeease, Daddy?”

  His brows drew down so hard I took a step back. “No. Absolutely not. Do not call me that.” He looked so stern, as if he might turn me over his knee. The thought of it turned me on. I’d loved it the last time he’d spanked me.

  “Are you honestly safewording me calling you Daddy?” I teased, fully aware I was playing with fire.

  Eyes flashing, he grabbed my upper arm and spun me around, then bent me over the mattress. He pinned me facedown with a hand on the back of my head.

  “The only thing saving you right now is that I can’t make you scream here. Do not fucking test me.”

  Oh…fuck.

  Apprehension and arousal coursed through me, thrilling and sharp. Any blood that hadn’t yet taken up residence in my pussy made its way directly there, to the point where I felt lightheaded.

  If we weren’t in imminent danger of being discovered, I would have called him daddy again, to see what happened.

  “Aberdeen Kincaid.” His voice rumbled near my ear, sounding very much like an angry daddy. “You won’t like being punished for real, so don’t even think about it.”

  But I was thinking about it. Him standing over me with a belt, making me a very, very sorry girl.

  “My middle name is Arabella,” I told him.

  “And?” He sounded confused.

  “Well, if I’m in big trouble, you should probably use my middle name too.”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake. How can you be all sweetness and light with everyone else, and such a bad girl with me?” He grabbed my butt hard and sort of shook it, as though frustrated he couldn’t spank me silly. His room wasn’t as cavernous as mine, with a well-soundproofed bathroom, so if he spanked me here, someone would probably hear it despite the TV.

  “When I’m good you stay aloof. When I misbehave you get like this,” I admitted, squirming in his hold, but as an invitation rather than to escape. “You made me this way.”

  “I’ve created a monster,” he grumbled.

  I was thinking of saying something sassy, but he cupped my sex in one of his big hands, and I gasped. Wanting to encourage him, I spread my legs wider and tilted my hips.

  “So eager when you don’t even know what I want to do to you.” A finger wiggled into the split of my sex, following the seam rather than penetrating me. Having someone else touch me and not knowing where he’d touch me next, or which way he’d move, felt so different than touching myself. I loved it. Why would a woman ever get out of her bed if there was a man there who knew how to find her clit?

  He flipped me onto my back on the mattress like I was a toy, and then he knelt on the floor between my knees.

  I swallowed a whimper of distress. Was he looking at me there? Close up?

  His breath caressed my skin for a moment, making me want to groan with pleasure and impatience. He put his mouth on me, tasting me, his big hands forcing my thighs open and up, making me vulnerable. I stared sightlessly at the ceiling for long moments, breathless, shocked at how mind-blowing it felt. He teased my clit with his tongue, every touch pure painful ecstasy. His tongue wiggled into me where I’d never dared explore with more than the tip of my finger. It felt strange but frustrating. His tongue stroked lower, below where I expected him to go, and I tried to flinch away, but he held me still.

  “What do you want from me tonight?” he demanded.

  “I don’t want you to ask. I want you to be rough.”

  “You want me to have sex with you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Vaginal, oral, anal?”

  “All of it,” I admitted. “I want to know what it’s like, and I don’t want you to be nice about it.”

  “That’s not how this works, kid. I’m not going to hurt you that way your first time. Even I’m not that much of a bastard.”

  I pouted at him.

  “You want me to go straight to the hardcore stuff, but you haven’t even seen a real dick until tonight.”

  “How do you know?” I said archly.

  “You haven’t,” he said, brow raised as though he knew the truth. “You haven’t done more than play with your clit. You’re not getting some rough consensual non-consent for your first time.”

  “What’s consensual non-consent?”

  “Where I get rough and do what I want because you’ve given me permission to.”

  “But what if that’s what I like?”

  “Then we can negotiate that another time. If you’re balking about a tongue going near your ass, I doubt you’re going to be able to handle as much as you think you can.”

  “But that’s different—that’s like…gross.”

  “You just showered.”

  “Well, yeah.”

  “Believe me, you’ll probably like it, and it’s vanilla compared to what you want me to do to you.” He got up off the floor and stood between my thighs, and I couldn’t help but stare at the tent in his track pants. Without underwear restraining it, his penis looked scary big.

  “Can I see it again?” I asked, my face hot. I sat up on the edge of the bed.

  “My dick?” He chuckled. “Ask nice.”

  Really? I rolled my eyes.

  “May I please see your penis, Daddy?” I asked sweetly, going hot in other places after I’d said the words. Why was calling him that turning me on?

  He frowned at me but looked a lot less angry than last time.

  “My cock. This isn’t a biology
class.”

  “Your…daddy parts,” I countered, enjoying his aroused annoyance.

  “Oh my god, you’re incorrigible.” He shoved the front of his track pants down, and his penis—his cock—sprang free, bobbing in front of my face and making me go almost cross-eyed. It was sort of ridiculously big, standing out straight from his body.

  “Can I touch it?” I whispered, as though it might hear me.

  It bobbed as if giving me permission.

  When he didn’t answer, I glanced up at him. His gaze was hazy, and his jaw was hard, but he didn’t tell me to stop. Carefully, I ran my fingers along its length, petting it, not sure what to do. He sighed, like he’d been waiting forever for me to touch him. I knew the feeling. It felt like we’d been torturing each other for several lifetimes.

  He tugged off his shirt, as if it might get in the way of his view.

  God, he was glorious—big and brutish and scary and full of muscle.

  His hand closed over mine, curling my fingers around his shaft, and guiding me into stroking him. The tip glistened with a bead of his arousal. I hesitated, leaning forward, wondering if he’d stop me or force me. He did neither, but he did let go of my hand to watch as I kissed the tip, to the side of the perfect droplet that looked like a jewel. With my lips, I explored the velvet softness of him, traveling down to the root of his cock before coming back up to the tip. I licked him then, and his harsh intake of breath filled the lull of sound between the TV commercials playing in the background. Maybe I didn’t know what the hell I was doing, but Blue wanted me as bad as I wanted him, and that had to count for something.

  I took him in my mouth, suckling the tip gently. Guys were sensitive there, I knew, so it was hard to guess how rough to get.

  “Just like you did with my fingers, Aberdeen Arabella,” he prompted. The sound of my middle name on his lips was so sweet it made me even more eager to please him. He dug his fingers into my still-damp curls, gripping my hair at the scalp behind my ear, but not guiding me. The feel of his hot hardness in my mouth and his grip on my hair made me whimper, and I bobbed on him, sucking my way down partway then back up again.

  His free hand found my breast and groped it roughly. He caught my nipple between his fingers and squeezed, and my mouth sprang open on a surprised gasp, and then he was plunging deeper into my mouth. I gagged, trying to pull back, but he held me in place, choking me on him for a moment before he withdrew again. My head was spinning as I gasped for breath, but then he was in my mouth again, using it but not pushing too far, controlling me with the grip on my hair.