Sensual Stranger

by Tina Donahue

  Her previous hesitation was no more than a memory. Giving him a seductive smile, she advanced, her movements fluid, the sway of her hips oh so female. Halting in front of him, with their bodies only a breath away, she tilted her face to his and trailed her fingers from his tee to his fly.

  Pleasure raged through Zach. He swallowed.

  “Careful,” she warned, her voice no louder than a lover’s murmur. “Keep looking at me like that and you may burn out your retinas.”

  His rod hardened painfully at her smoky voice, effortless sensuality, the cockiness he so enjoyed. And her fingers…wow…they ran down his bulge, pausing at his balls, tracing their contours.

  Astonishing sensations shot up Zach’s torso and down his thighs, reaching nerve endings he didn’t know he owned. He fought an insane urge to bend her over one of the vehicle’s hoods and relieve her of her cutoffs, baring her luscious ass, taking her from behind, right here, right now, endlessly, while the rest of the town went about its business just outside the closed metal doors.

  Pulling himself together, he spoke in a voice thick with unacceptable need. “You kept me waiting too fucking long.” He took her saddlebag and settled his free hand on the back of her neck, drawing her full length into his.

  The rosiness in her cheeks deepened. Her eyes glittered with expectation.

  Liking her reaction, Zach lowered his head, brushing his lips over hers, his touch light, teasing, his mind recording her mouth’s sweet silkiness and warmth. “Don’t do that again.”

  Without kissing her, he lifted his head and straightened.

  Toni stared, her expression saying she needed all the intimacy he could offer, her manner not willing to accept anything less, her voice as insistent as it had been this morning, “What are you doing? If you want me, then take me here. In your office.”

  “No.” Hand beneath her chin, he tilted her face to his. “Tonight, I call the shots.”

  A wry smile tugged the corners of her mouth. As he ran his fingers down her throat, her lids fluttered and her voice grew even smokier. “You run things during the day too.”

  “And that’s not going to change. Come on.”

  On the drive to his house, Zach didn’t police his movements. With one hand on the steering wheel, his other roamed the inside of her naked thigh. Just yesterday, he would have considered it a reckless move, considering the accident and its aftermath. Since then, he’d always kept both hands firmly on the wheel, his attention ever-vigilant for the unexpected.

  He certainly hadn’t expected Toni to show up at his garage yesterday morning or to be with him again tonight, partially tamed to his every desire. With her at his side, Zach experienced more than passion. He felt strangely invincible, as though nothing bad could happen to either of them.

  His fingertips slipped beneath the ragged edge of her shorts.

  Sagging in her seat, she inhaled sharply, allowing him what he willed. In his peripheral vision, Zach saw her fingers gripping the edge of the leather seat as he touched her damp, fragrant curls.

  She mewled.

  At the approaching stop sign, he reduced his speed. With no one on the road in any direction, Zach pulled off the asphalt onto the shoulder, safely away from any possible traffic, putting the Ram into park.

  Lifting her head, Toni swung it left, right, taking in their location. At last, she looked at him in confusion, then down as he tugged her tank top and bra strap over her shoulder, not stopping until he’d exposed her breast.

  He smiled inwardly at the pleasant surprise in her eyes and spoke with the authority she’d told him she craved. “Keep an eye out for traffic.”

  “Are you kid—”

  The rest of what she’d intended to say disappeared beneath her delighted gasp as he drew her nipple into his mouth and suckled as hard as he dared, exactly as he had this morning, learning what she liked.

  Toni’s hand moved to his head. Her fingers tunneled through his hair, the tips digging into his scalp to keep him at his task.

  Inhaling deeply, he smelled the lavender cologne she’d sprayed on her throat while in the shop’s bathroom, along with the soap she’d used to clean her hands and arms. Beneath it, her musk drew him like a starving man to food, guiding his free hand to her cunt.

  Instantly, Toni arched her back and spread her legs, inviting Zach to do whatever he wanted.

  Unobstructed wind buffeted his pickup, shaking it as he would their bed when he thrust into her repeatedly, sating her and himself. Sand and gravel flew against the vehicle’s body, sounding like sleet during a raging storm, matching the fury of his pounding pulse.

  Latched onto her nipple, enjoying her fragrant, supple flesh, he unbuttoned her shorts and pulled down the zipper, snaking his fingers into the fabric’s gap, over her mound to her damp, slippery cleft.

  She choked out a moan. With her heels dug into the vehicle’s floor, she lifted her ass, giving him greater access.

  Zach took it. On contact with her rigid little clit, his fingers stroked.

  Toni’s grip tightened on his head. She rocked her body into his hand. Wanting more. Demanding completion.

  Determined to deny it for the moment, to prove he commanded and she obeyed, Zach abandoned her mouth and pulled his fingers from her cutoffs seconds before her climax.

  Her mouth hung opened on her heaving breaths. Her voice was a throaty whine. “What are you doing?”

  “Driving.” With his vehicle in gear, he glanced in all directions, saw no one approaching and pulled back onto the asphalt.

  Toni sagged against her door. In the corner of his eye, Zach saw her staring at him. Her scrutiny and obvious lust pleased him beyond reason.

  Swallowing audibly, she next cleared her throat and asked, “Why’d you stop? Why didn’t you let me come?”

  Zach looked over.

  With his deliberate silence, she arched one brow. “What are you planning to do with me tonight?”

  Whatever the fuck he wanted, exactly what they both required.

  * * * * *

  He drove as quickly as safety allowed, refusing to answer any of Toni’s questions as to what he had in mind for her this evening or the few others they’d share.

  Only a month.

  Yesterday morning, when she’d been tired and thirsty, nearly out of luck and hope, thirty days would have seemed like an eternity.

  Tonight though…

  One full day had nearly ended, their time together seeming to move far too quickly.

  Inside the house, he dropped her saddlebag in the foyer.

  Toni swung her head from its solid thud to the stairs, her thoughts on his bedroom at the top, at the end of the hall. Heart beating fiercely at the images rolling across her mind, she looked at him for direction.

  Zach’s eyes held her as he inclined his head toward the stairs.

  Knowing he expected her to obey, pleased to do so, at least for the moment, she led the way, acutely aware of him following, his boots slapping the hardwood floor, the sounds far slower than the blood pulsing in her ears. Taking the first step, she looked over as Zach grabbed her wrist.

  Toni’s heart snagged on a beat at the change in him. In the few seconds since they’d left the foyer, his demeanor had grown even more intensely male, almost wild.

  Her throat constricted with excitement even as her body softened with female need. She wanted his weight on her, his big frame restrictive, imprisoning, his passion uncivilized and reckless.

  Because of it, a part of her held back, conscious of how she looked after a day at the shop, no matter how thoroughly she’d cleaned up. For him, Toni wanted her body freshly bathed and perfumed, completely feminine, fragile, helpless against his masculine strength. The kind of woman he surely preferred. Not one who could talk and repair engines and hold her own with most guys.

  She lifted her free hand to the stairs and made her request, the only one she sensed he’d allow her tonight. “Let me take a shower before we do anything.”

  Zach’s f
ingers tightened around her wrist, his hold confining, not painful. “No.”

  Her eyes widened slightly in surprise, then narrowed in a frown as she attempted to reason. “It’ll only take a few minutes.” To sweeten her argument, she murmured, “We can shower together.”

  His gaze travelled her length, halting on her cunt. “I want you naked. Now. Take off your clothes. Don’t make me wait.”

  The words were out of her mouth before Toni could stop them. “And if I do?”

  Unbridled lust darkened his expression. His voice was hard with a hint of desperation she knew he couldn’t hide. “Strip. Now. The shoes and shorts first. Or I’ll have to punish you.”

  Heat surged to Toni’s chest, throat and cheeks, along with a rush of anticipation she’d rarely known. His last words seemed to linger in the otherwise quiet foyer and surely reverberated in her mind.

  I’ll have to punish you.

  With a longing to draw out their sexual game, to stoke expectation until she couldn’t bear it any longer, Toni stepped down. Dutifully, she kicked off her flip-flops, their rubber tapping slightly against the floor. Her hands went to the button and zipper on her shorts. The crotch was damp from her earlier arousal in the pickup, the denim making a brief smacking sound as it hit the polished hardwood at her feet.

  She stepped out of the garment and faced him, legs parted, arms to her sides, flaunting her partial nudity, showing him the power she possessed.

  With lust-slitted eyes, Zach put out his hand. “Give me your cutoffs.”

  She delivered the garment, watching as he lifted the fabric to his face and inhaled deeply of her musk. Zach’s lids slid over his eyes. His Adam’s apple bobbed with his hard swallow.

  The insides of Toni’s thighs tensed. A dull ache settled in her groin, demanding her attention, begging for relief only his fingers, mouth and cock could provide.

  Zach wasn’t about to give it, at least not readily. She saw determination in his expression and restraint in the way he held his desire in check.

  Allowing her shorts to drop from his hand, he regarded the dark curls between her legs. Her sheath responded with a new hint of moisture, lubricating her cunt for his ruthless penetration, his meaty rod buried deep within, his balls smacking her ass.

  “Lose the tank top and bra,” he ordered, his tone stiff, strained.

  Moments earlier, she’d wanted to delay her coming discipline. Now a sudden urge for it welled up in Toni. She hungered to bring them to a new level, wanton, primitive, unrestricted. Deliberately disobedient, she spoke, her voice firm and challenging. “Make me.”

  Zach’s gaze flicked up, meeting hers. His expression revealed his thoughts—that she’d accept what he would soon do. That she trusted him not to harm her. That he’d play their game in fun and for pleasure.

  Her earlier words to him returned.

  Whatever punishment you decide.

  In one fluid movement, he propped his foot on the bottom stair, grabbed her wrist and slung her over his good leg, exposing her naked ass.

  Toni’s lips parted on a crude moan. She wrapped her arms around his thigh, fingers digging into the denim. Cheek pressed against her shoulder, her voice trembled with excitement, “Go on, do your worst, you’ll never get me to obey.”

  Offering no comment, Zach ran his fingers over her buttocks and down her furrow.

  Her lids fluttered at the tingling sensations his touch created…unexpected and sorely desired. Despite her restrictive position, she rubbed her body against his, her movements as seductive as a cat’s, enticing its owner to see to its pleasure.

  Immune to her temptation, Zach clamped his free hand on her waist to keep her captive, her flesh exposed and vulnerable.

  Air hissed through Toni’s teeth. She forced down a swallow.

  His hand dipped to her cleft.

  Mewling, she lifted her buttocks, delivering her body to him.

  “That’s it,” he murmured, his voice intentionally goading, “show me how much you want this.” He ran his fingers down her puffy, damp seam, circling her nub, careful not to stroke it.

  Forgetting their game, she whined, “What are you doing? Touch my clit, dammit, give me some fucking peace!”

  “Not until I say so.”

  Swearing, Toni dug her fingers into his thigh, certain her grip had to be painful.

  It didn’t faze him at all. At his leisure, he explored the geography of her body…her juicy cunt so ready for his cock…making certain not to come too close to her most sensitive area. The few times he relented and did touch her there, he made the contact maddeningly brief.

  Desperate for relief, determined to prod him into action, she snapped, “What’s the matter, Zach? Don’t you know how to pleasure a woman? Do you need me to tell you how?”

  His fingers stalled near her clit. Seconds passed, the silence growing ominous.

  Reluctant to take a breath, Toni waited for the inevitable.

  Taking his time, purposely taunting her, Zach removed his hand from her cleft and stroked her ass gently as though preparing it for what would soon come, a punishment she needed and desired.

  As he traced her tattoo with his fingertips, new expectation built, driving Toni wild. Chilled air poured from the ceiling vent, intensifying the vulnerability of her naked ass. She wiggled again.

  In response, his palm pressed harder, his voice growing rough. “Stop squirming.”

  “Or what?” Her voice shook, betraying her raw nerves. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I—”

  The solid crack of his palm against her buttocks interrupted Toni’s careless words. A second later, the accompanying sting registered.

  What little breath she had left whooshed out. Her pussy pulsed.

  In a low voice, Zach asked, “Are you going to obey? Have you had enough?”

  Not even close. “No.”

  His palm came down again.

  She cried, “More.”

  He complied, exactly as she wanted and had fantasized about, virile and commanding. Quick heat radiated from her spanked cheeks. She got even wetter.

  Wrapping his fingers around her forearm, Zach pulled her up and into him, capturing her mouth.

  Submissively, Toni parted her lips, accepting his tongue, suckling it hard just as she knew he preferred.

  Hands on her stinging cheeks, Zach hauled her into his stiffened rod, as though to show her his masculine power.

  She slumped into him, ready for his cock, wanting everything.

  He had other plans. Too quickly, he finished their kiss, pulling in more air. His hands dropped from her ass. “I want you naked,” he ordered.

  Toni wanted him to fuck her until she couldn’t take any more.

  Unwilling to voice any demands he’d surely deny, she remained chastised—for the moment. On wobbly legs, she stepped away from him, locking her knees to keep standing. Submissively, she pulled her tank top over her torso and head, flinging the garment at his feet. Reaching inside her bra, she pulled out Belle and Lucky’s photo.

  Zach’s expression changed. He extended his hand. Toni placed the photo in his palm. With sweet care, he slipped it inside his jeans front pocket, then became authoritative once more, lifting his chin, a wordless command for her to continue.

  Unclasping the front of her bra, she allowed the cups to fall to each side, exposing her breasts.

  Cool air licked her areolas, tightening them, hardening the tips.

  Zach stepped closer, his hands going to her biceps. With great gentleness, he eased the bra straps down her arms. The narrow strips of satin whispered over her skin, at last falling from her hands to the floor.

  Nude, Toni welcomed Zach’s scrutiny, the color rising in his bristly cheeks, the increasing roughness of his breaths matching her own.

  It took all of her will not to sink to her knees and unfasten his jeans, lowering them to expose his cock so she could press her face to it, filling herself with his scent prior to taking his full length into her mouth.

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��Turn around,” he said, “I want your ass facing me.”

  Toni’s heart missed a beat at the fire in his voice, his terse command.

  Momentarily tamed, she did as he demanded, waiting for his next move. Would he order her to all fours and tell her to lift her spanked ass so he could mount her from behind? After taking her vaginally, would he enjoy her anally too, determined to use her most intimate opening before they even reached a bed?

  He said nothing, nor did he touch her.

  Toni felt his gaze sweeping over her shoulders, back, the indentation of her waist and finally her cheeks, reddened and rosy from her punishment.

  Minutes passed, the silence filled by their labored breathing. The uneven sounds mingled with the wind brushing against the house and a clock ticking loudly from one of the rooms.

  Never had Toni felt as naked or allowed herself such vulnerability with a man.

  The muscles in her chest tightened, not allowing her a full breath. Her knees ached from tensing them so tightly.

  Her lips parted as Zach rested his hand on her shoulder, his work-roughened palm hot and dry against her skin.

  Toni’s scant breath rushed out in a faint moan as he trailed his free hand over her ass to her furrow, tracing the curve of her cheek, the ultra-sensitive skin around her anus, the inside of her thigh.

  She sagged into him, her head against his shoulder, her will fully conquered. Whatever he did, she’d welcome it…she’d beg him for it.

  Lips to her ear, he whispered, “Upstairs.”

  No. She didn’t want to move away from his heat and strength. A protest rose to her lips.

  “Now,” he ordered.

  The low volume of his voice increased its power and the furious beating of her heart.

  Turning her face to his, Toni met his eyes. All too quickly, she became lost in his gaze, the sight of him making her want things she shouldn’t. In a raspy voice, she murmured, “Or what?”

  In answer, he squeezed her tattooed cheek, the skin still sensitive from him disciplining her.