by Vivian Arend
The RCMP truck was just disappearing into the trees when Anna let out a shout nearly as loud as the roar of dirt-bike engines once again filling the night air. She faced Mitch with devil-may-care delight pouring from her in waves. “Well, then, I guess there’s no turning back now.”
Thank God. He stepped to her side and nudged her helmet. “I know a good way to work off some steam.”
Heat flashed in her eyes a second before she gave him a wink. “So you keep saying. I think I’m going to need some proof of that.”
Hell, yeah. Mitch calculated how soon they could get rid of Len and the bikes, and get back to his place.
Chapter Four
THE MATTRESS BOUNCED under her, and Anna laughed, scrambling to recover quicker than Mitch could throw himself after her.
Too late. He caught her by the thigh and dragged her back, flipping her over and pinning her to the bed with his full strength. He hovered above her, his hands trapping her wrists on either side of her head. “God, woman, I want to do everything with you. Trying to decide what to do first is like delicious torture.”
“I gave you a list—oh…” Anna arched her back and rubbed her chest against him as he lightly bit her neck. “That’s nice. You can keep doing that.”
His lips were soft on her skin, his breath teasing her cheek. “Your list is perfect, and dirty, but I need to add a few things. Things I think you’d have put on there if you’d thought of them.”
“Hmm, okay.” As long as he kept touching her she wasn’t going to complain. She turned her lips toward him as he licked a path to her mouth. “If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you.”
Their mouths in contact, breaths mingling as he spoke. “You’ll like it.”
A lazy, thorough kiss followed that had her relaxing back onto his bed. Mitch stretched her hands over her head, locking his fingers around both her wrists as he pressed their torsos together even tighter. With his free hand he teased a trail down her arm, lingering over her breast before tugging her shirt free from her pants. Cool fingers stroked up and over her waist until he cupped a breast in his palm.
The kiss continued, slow and seemingly casual except for how much attention he gave to her every reaction. Easing off at the right moment, pressing for more the next. Even with their lips connected, he got her shirt unbuttoned, her bra loosened off. His thumb teased out a wicked response as her nipple beaded tight under his expert touch.
Contentment rolled through as he released her, pulling her shirt and bra free and tossing them to the floor.
“Well, that was a great appetizer. What’s the main course?” Anna stroked the front of his shirt, circling her fingertips over the small buttons. Naked from the waist up, yet at complete ease with him.
Mitch put his hands to his belt, grin widening. “First, I need this.”
Oh God. “I need that too,” Anna teased, eyeing the bulge in the front of his jeans. “Hmm, where’s the beef?”
He laughed. “You don’t get my cock yet, greedy woman, although I’m looking forward to seeing your lips wrapped around me before the night is over. Right now I need my belt.”
Belt? “Oh, I don’t know about—”
“Uh-uh,” he warned. Mitch pulled the leather free even as Anna curled upward. “Don’t assume. If you don’t like the things I do you tell me to stop, but wait and see before you make a judgment call. Now lie down.”
She eased back on the bed, obeying him but not certain this was a great idea. “Mitch…”
He wrapped the belt around her wrists, leaning over to once again extend her arms over her head. This time when he let go she remained trapped, the strong leather firmly attached to the headboard. Laid out like an erotic banquet before him as he took a slow, ravenous examination of every single inch.
An involuntary shiver rippled over her skin, hard enough to rock the bed.
He pressed his lips to her cheek briefly. “See? You’re enjoying this. Ready for the next thing?”
Her mouth had gone dry, and licking her lips did nothing to ease the tension. Her heart rate had doubled, maybe tripled, just from watching his expression. The hunger in his eyes was so intense, so focused as he kept his gaze fixed on her at all times.
She gave up on talking and nodded.
He undid the button on her waistband, his knuckles brushing against her stomach. She sucked in a quick gasp, a beat of desire pulsing deep inside as he pulled down her zipper and tugged the pants over her hips.
“God, you and your sexy underwear.” Mitch shook his head, nostrils flaring as he took a deep, satisfied breath. “Every time I see you in your uniform I picture this—see-through fabric, deep red against your skin. Lace and frills under your starched and stiff formal outfit.”
“Undressing me in your head, are you?”
He leaned over her until there was no way she could miss the heated expression on his face. “Every. Damn. Time.”
Anna helped, lifting her hips as he pulled her panties free, and then she was bare before him. Completely naked, tied in place, and wondering what came next.
He stripped down and joined her, her gaze greedily taking in the feast of manhood on display while he remained standing. The tats on his arms created full sleeves of fiery crimson and deep orange. Flames licked from shoulders to wrists, nearly as hot as the man himself. The fire pattern continued over his back and chest, morphing into chain links draped over his torso that came alive between the ink shading and his flexing muscles.
She never questioned him about the design before, although she’d wondered.
“Why the chains?” she asked as he crawled onto the mattress next to her. The heat from his skin was hot enough to brand her as he tugged their bodies together. “What are you keeping caged?”
Mitch’s expression turned thoughtful even as he continued to caress her, slipping his fingers over her hip and cupping her ass. The hard length of his cock was trapped between them, her breasts crushed against his rock-solid chest. Her arms were still stretched over her head, adding a harsher, more dangerous edge to the entire setting.
“I’d never thought of that,” Mitch confessed. “Of caging a beast or anything. The chains are a reminder that simple things are important.”
That’s all he said before his lost-in-thought haze sharpened and he looked her in the eye. His hand drifted lower, off her ass, and he tugged her thigh over his hip.
The position left her wide open and vulnerable, the cooler air swirling around them connecting with the hot moisture of her sex. “You’ve barely touched me and I’m already dying to have you inside me,” she confessed.
He snuck his fingers lower, stroking past the crack of her ass, lingering where she was longing for him to get to work. “You’re wet. I like that. Only I bet you’re going to be wetter in a minute. Keep your leg over my hip,” he ordered.
She waited, tempted to pulse her hips forward to find something to make contact with to ease the growing ache inside.
Mitch lifted his hand away, and she moaned in protest.
Only to gasp a second later as he snapped his hand down and smacked her butt cheek.
“Jesus. What the hell?” Anna squirmed, but he had her caught in position. His strong hand gripped her thigh and pinned them together. “Crap, Mitch, that stung.”
He laughed. “It’s going to sting some more before we’re through, babe.”
A second strike landed, a little lower, just as hard, and the throbbing that had started inside shot outward and upward into a Mitch-sized-hand area on her ass. “You shit. You tied me up so you could spank me?” Anna growled in disbelief.
Mitch rubbed his hand over the stinging portion of her butt. “Don’t knock it yet.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but he sucked the words from her mouth, kissing her again with the wildness she craved. Distracting her from the fact he’d probably left a print on her skin.
It was too easy to focus on all the other things she was enjoying. The demanding stroke of his tongue, the way he used
his entire body when he kissed her, small movements reminding her again and again that they were stark naked and only inches away from being joined.
When he pulled back, his eyes had gone fiery. His dark needs and wild passion clear for her to witness. Maybe the chains he’d tattooed onto his skin were to help him remember something, but her idea of a wild beast being chained and controlled wouldn’t have been inappropriate either.
“Trust me?” he asked again.
Anna breathed out slowly, ignored that part inside that screamed she was being a fool, and nodded.
Mitch tugged her leg a little higher over him, and the change of position tilted more of her ass toward the ceiling. More for him to put his hand on when he smacked down.
She tightened up on the first strike, nothing registering but stinging pain and a sense of playing a game she wasn’t really into. Mitch spanked her three times in rapid succession then smoothed his palm over the hot surface, small circles, easing the pain and…
…increasing a sensation she hadn’t expected.
Pleasure?
If it was, it was a new type than she’d experienced before. Something less like the cool slick of satisfaction from biting into a sweet, juicy ripe pear, juices coating her lips. This was more along the lines of having her mouth catch fire from a great bowl of spicy jambalaya.
“There you go,” Mitch whispered. “Trust me and enjoy yourself.”
He spanked her another dozen times, alternating sides. The palm of his hand connected with her tingling flesh with a sharp crack. Every swat landed in a slightly different spot. There was no way to anticipate where the blow would strike, not trapped up close to him like she was.
By now she honestly didn’t care.
“My God, what have you done to me?” There was no keeping quiet as he worked her over. Every blow she moaned or sighed. Every time he paused to caress her heated ass, she gasped to get air into her depleted lungs.
He shifted her slightly again, her thigh resting well up his body. This time when his hand made contact, it was on the lips of her sex.
Anna nearly shot off the bed.
“God damn, you’re so fucking beautiful.” Mitch caught her chin with one hand, locking her gaze on his. With his other hand he slipped his fingers between her folds and hummed in happy approval. “You’re dripping wet. Your pussy is so ready for this.”
“You’re killing me,” Anna got out before the next spank landed, and then she wasn’t able to speak anymore.
The world reduced to Mitch’s hand and the incredible, unfathomable pleasure he was creating in her body. Every time he connected with her labia streaks of white shot before her eyes, like electric pulses that had begun far lower expanding in an uncontrollable web through her entire body. Usually before an orgasm the tension started deep inside, but this time it was her clit and the lips of her labia that tingled and tightened. Hot and getting hotter.
Another slap, and another. The moisture from her pussy changed the sound of the strikes from crisp snaps heard during the earlier smacks to her ass. Wetter. Strange yet erotic, and combined with Mitch’s dirty whispering, she teetered on the edge of something immense.
“Your ass is glowing red, Anna. Hot and dirty, and so fucking gorgeous. I can see where my hand has been, like I’ve branded you, just for tonight. You like it when I spank your pussy, don’t you? Rocking into me every time, wanting more.” Another set of strikes landed, Anna’s moan mixed with the echoes. “Juicy and hot—ready for my cock. Or for my tongue if I decided to lick you first until you scream.”
“Your cock,” Anna begged. “Please, fuck me. Fuck me now.”
Only a second later Mitch slipped out from under her. He rolled her to her belly, dragging her down the bed. Her arms were fully extended overhead, her face to the mattress, her legs spread as he pushed his knees between hers. Mitch caught her hips and raised them slightly, his groin briefly coming in contact with her still-throbbing ass.
He lined up his cock and thrust.
Anna arched back her neck and screamed. “Mitch.”
All the nerves he’d primed earlier blazed. He plunged in, slapping their hips together as he drove deep. His cock spread her, his piercing rubbing against the tender walls of her passage. The new position meant that he covered her, his naked chest to her back, head tucked beside hers. He jerked his knees to the outside of her legs and pressed her limbs together. The position changed the angle of his thrusts, reducing how far he could pump, but increasing her sensation of being taken.
Tied to the bed, his body a heavy weight over hers as he fucked her relentlessly, Anna’s excitement transformed. She was completely aware of every move he made, and yet a happy haze blurred their surroundings. Unperturbed fascination set in with what Mitch was doing to her.
Using her for his own pleasure, if the moans and grunts rumbling from his lips were any indication. Dragging her right along with him, if the noises she couldn’t stop from escaping were another clue.
She closed her eyes and pictured what they would look like to someone stumbling into the room. They’d find a wild man ravishing his willing captive. Rough and dirty, and oh my God, so good.
Her orgasm struck like a collapsing wall. Between one second and the next her body went from primed to pulsing. Mitch swore and froze, sealed to her from top to bottom with his cock buried deep.
Her pussy squeezed around the thick length, satisfaction pulling free another series of moans. Mitch rocked lightly, pushing the hard metal of his piercing back and forth enough to keep aftershocks twitching her entire body.
When he finally rolled off her, twisting her to the side as he went, Anna barely had the strength to form a smile. “You’ve fucked me senseless,” she gasped out one word at a time.
He released her wrists, pulling her over him and petting her. Rubbing lightly, kissing her face. Taking her down slowly from the extreme high he’d propelled them to.
First night of their changed relationship, and the evening had been spectacular in so many ways. She still had a ton of unanswered questions, especially regarding how the rest of her work team would take the news she was officially dating Mitch.
Yet whatever direction this ride she’d agreed to take with him went, one thing was for certain.
It wasn’t going to be boring.
Chapter Five
ONE WEEK LATER and she’d been too busy to even complain about how busy life had become. There’d been a rash of kids pulling crazy stunts, and sure enough she’d ended up scheduled to work the entire Thanksgiving weekend.
If she wasn’t buried in the RCMP office, she’d been run off her feet responding to call-outs while the staff rotated through strange shifts because of the holiday. Monday of the October long weekend rolled around, and she’d basically missed breakfast and lunch trying to keep up with one disaster after another at work.
“Anna, you’ve got a visitor,” the front-desk clerk called.
“One sec, Claire,” Anna shouted back. She saved her final notes on the break-ins she and Nick had attended, then grabbed her work jacket, tugging it on as she headed to the entrance.
There had to be a lull at some point.
She approached the secure area that separated casual visitors to the station from the staff. Claire gave her a strange look but moved aside, obviously wanting to ask some questions, but resisting temptation.
A moment later the reason became plain as Mitch’s dark brown eyes met Anna’s. He was dressed from top to bottom in black. The perfectly cut jeans hugging his legs looked a lot fancier than usual, his leather jacket pulled over a heavy knit sweater that made her fingers itch to see if it was really as soft as it looked. The thick layer of scruff on his chin produced chills as memories of him rubbing the rough texture against her tender skin leapt to mind.
And the grin? Dangerous and addictive.
Anna wanted to sweep open the door and jump him, but she had to keep things somewhat professional. “Mitch. What can I do for you?”
He raised a brow, eyeing the glass and metal separating them. “I was in the area and thought I’d stop by. You nearly done for the day?”
Anna checked her watch. “Half an hour, and I’m off.”
Mitch nodded. “I know you missed your family gathering, so can I take you to the café for a late supper? They’ve got turkey with all the fixings on the menu tonight.”
“Cranberry sauce as well?”
“You know it.”
His invitation shouldn’t have pleased her so much, but she was willing to admit, at least to herself, that it did. “I’d like that.”
Another cocky grin. “You want me to wait for you or meet you there?”
Anna considered. “You have your bike or your truck?”
“Truck.”
She leaned closer to the glass. “How about this? Go get your bike, and a helmet for me, and you can pick me up at my place. It’s a nice night. After we eat you can take me for a ride.”
His gaze locked on her lips, his voice dropping to a bare whisper. “I’d never turn down the offer to take you for a ride.”
A decadent thrill shot through her at his suggestive comment.
Lovely.
Mitch stepped backward, his gaze still fixed on her face. “I’ll see you there, then. Do you need a jacket as well?”
“No, I’ll get changed at my place.”
He winked, then pushed through the exit door, the security buzzer announcing his departure. Anna stared until the door closed and the dark shading on the glass obscured the view of his very fine ass walking away.
She ignored the unasked question in Claire’s eyes and made her way back to her office to finish up the final paperwork.
Nick was waiting for her, deep concern on his face as he examined the file she’d left on her desk.
“What’s up? Did I miss something on the Cranston case?” she asked.
He put down the papers he’d been poking through, instead pacing across the room. “I didn’t say anything the other day, but I have to ask. What’s up with you and Mitch Thompson?”
