Hard Time (Hard as Nails #1)

by Hope Conrad

  Chapter Sixteen

  Katie

  The card swipes through the thin crack of the lock.

  The indicator light flashes green, and there’s an almost quiet pumping of hydraulics between the door and the frame.

  Street’s hand reaches for the doorknob, and the door is pushed open.

  He looks back at me with hungry, wanting eyes and waves his hand toward the hotel room, beckoning for me to take the lead.

  I do as commanded and step into the dark room with a stunning view of the city, but it’s too dark inside to see much of anything.

  Street’s fingers flick at the light switch, and I’m blinded in an instant, but as my eyes adjust to the light, I’m left stunned at the beauty of the room. There are luxurious sheets on the huge four poster bed, and a bottle of champagne beside a box of chocolates on the nightstand.

  I walk toward the windows. “This is beautiful,” I say, taking in the sights of the glowing skyline.

  “Not as beautiful as you. It doesn’t even compare.”

  For Street being a dangerous man, I’m not sure I’ve ever felt as safe as I do right now, and that’s saying a lot. Because for a woman like me—full of trust issues and paranoia about the men around me—it takes a lot to feel safe with my back turned to whomever stands behind me.

  Especially an ex-con who has admitted to doing terrible things.

  But that’s not the man I know. That is the man I believe he thinks he knows, but often times, we are the worst judges of our own character. God knows, I’ve been down on myself before.

  I have Dee to believe in me. Just like I hope Riley will believe in me.

  Street needs someone too.

  And at that moment, he has me.

  * * *

  Street

  My eyes trail the swell of Katie’s ass in the tight black dress, but they don’t stay there for long. I’m a changed man, or something equally drastic. Instead of fixating on the sexual parts of her body—and in some ways, every part of her body is sexualized to me—my eyes focus instead on the beauty. They focus on the beautiful way her dark brown hair lays flat against her black dress. They focus on the beautiful way she’s lost in this new exciting world she’s just stepped into.

  It’s new for me too. I’m completely out of my element, and I can tell she feels the same. While I don’t deserve this luxury, this girl deserves the world, and I wish I could give it to her for longer than one night at a time.

  But one night will have to do.

  Once upon a time, I was obsessed with the overwhelming need to touch her, and have her touch me. Over the last week, I’ve felt that obsession grow into something far more sustainable. Instead of mere touching, I now crave more.

  I crave every part of her.

  Her hair.

  Her lips.

  Her skin.

  Her pussy.

  Her heart.

  Her soul.

  * * *

  Katie

  I can feel Street’s eyes burning holes through the back of my neck, and I don’t mind. It takes me back to the prison, when neither of us had to say a word to know there was an attraction there, always brewing in the background. It had been a chemical combustion that neither of us saw coming, and nothing we could escape from. It brought us to this moment, and now there’s no turning back.

  I turn to face him and lightly touch the straps of my dress, teasing him, but we both know the game is over. He’s got me right where he wants me, and he’s right where I need him.

  “So tell me, Mr. Street,” I say and give him a light nod of my head. “What did you bring me all the way out here for?”

  His eyebrows raise into his hairline. “Are we roleplaying? Is that your fantasy?”

  “That depends,” I say and begin a slow, seductive strut toward him until my palm falls upon his shoulder as I pass him. “What part would you be willing to play?”

  His eyes roll to the side, following me as I spin behind him and caress his back. Then I lower my hand down the smooth fabric of his shirt, until my fingers flirt with the belt buckle of his slacks.

  Street’s head falls back against my shoulder, and his eyes are closed.

  “I’ll play any role you want, Princess.”

  I grin.

  It’s exactly what I’d hoped he would say.

  * * *

  Street

  I’m powerless as Katie teases me. I’m not in a position I’m used to being in. Feeling vulnerable isn’t in my skill set. Tonight I’m willing to play along.

  Her palm grazes over my crotch, causing my cock to jump in place in the restrained space of my pants.

  “It seems as if we have a problem,” she coos in my ear, and her breath is hot, instantly strengthening my hard on.

  I swallow nervously and take a mental note of my vulnerable state. What the fuck is wrong with me? “What’s the problem?”

  Her teeth nibble against the sensitive flesh of my ear, sending an uncontrollable shiver down my spine as I lean back into her touch. She’s playing my part, and I’m playing hers and it’s a mind-numbing exercise.

  “The problem,” she purrs, “is you’re still wearing clothes.”

  I pull away from her grip and spin to face her. I whisk my hands behind her and cup the cheeks of her ass, pulling her into me. There we go. This is how it’s supposed to be…

  But she objects.

  * * *

  Katie

  “No,” I stammer and push at his chest until he releases me. “You said we’re going to make all my dreams come true tonight. That you’d play any role I asked.”

  “I did,” he says with a confused nod.

  “Then tonight…” I reach for the black blazer over his chest and push the sleeves down his arm, until he’s left standing in a tightly fitted, white V-neck tee. The muscles in his arms bulge against the thin fabric, and a visible trail of sweat begins to form in his midsection, outlining his abs that are as hard as steel underneath. “Tonight, you’re mine.”

  He grins a mischievous grin. It’s the kind of grin that could melt the most heat-resistant panties, and if I don’t hold it together, this night will soon spiral out of control.

  “So what does that mean? You want to dominate me? Fuck me into submission?”

  I take a measured step toward him and place my palms against his hips then up, slowly making my way up the sides of his chest, bunching and pushing his shirt one slow inch at a time until I reach his neck. “Yes.”

  With a forceful push, his back is against the wall and his leg stumbles against a dressing table. The chrome desk lamp tumbles sideways, and falls against the table. The light bulb shatters, wrapping the hotel room in darkness once more. The only illumination comes from the city lights streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows. It’s enough for me to see what I need to see.

  “And yes,” I say, answering both his questions.

  I finish pulling his shirt over his head and drop it on the floor. He leans in to to kiss me, but I have other plans as I slowly lower myself, landing short kisses along each ridge of his abs until I’m on my knees, peering up at him.

  His eyes are dark and stormy, filled with want, need and desire. I make sure he’s looking directly at me as I pop the waistband of his slacks and pull them to the floor. Then, I tug at his tight black boxer briefs and pull them down his thighs.

  He’s enormous. Long and thick, with a vein that pulses strongly with his heartbeat.

  I fist one hand around his throbbing cock and slowly begin to pump. When he closes he eyes and lets out a soft exhale, I take the opportunity to wrap my lips around him.

  * * *

  Street

  I’ve had many blowjobs in my life, but something about this is different. I’m barely able to contain myself, or to keep myself standing with every lap of her tongue around my flesh.

  “Fuck,” I cry out in a soft whisper and lower my hands to her hair, but I don’t tug at her locks like I’d normally do. I just sift my fingers th
rough her hair as I stare out the windows at the city outside. I’m too afraid that if I look down, it’ll all be finished before we can even make our way to the bed.

  In the end, I can’t fucking resist.

  I look down and my knees grow weak. There’s nothing more beautiful than the lips of a woman wrapped around your manhood. And there’s nobody more beautiful in this world than this girl on her knees before me. The way the soft night light lands against her skin is an art form in itself.

  It’s like one of those damn old movies that they showed on repeat in prison; I think they called them film noir? Whatever the hell the aesthetic was, that’s what I see when I look down. There’s not much contrast, and too much saturation. There’s soft shadows in all the right places, and this is just like a scene from a movie. Or a porno.

  I cup her chin and lift, guiding her to her feet so I can plant a kiss against her wet lips, which are slick with spit and precum. I don’t even mind that I’m basically swallowing my own seed as my tongue laps against hers.

  It’s exotic.

  It’s erotic.

  She wants control.

  And I can’t wait to hand it to her.

  * * *

  Katie

  I was never one of those girls who was into kissing. It just wasn’t my thing. Perhaps that’s one of the reasons I had so often found myself in the clutches of bad boys who love nothing more than to hit it, quit it, and then run from it. I’ve been scolded by Dee before for not doing enough kissing and doing too much sucking.

  But I crave Street’s kisses. I enjoy and revel in every bite of his lips against mine, an appetizer to what will come next. Eventually, I pull away from his kiss and brace one hand against his chest. “This isn’t just about me, by the way. Are you ready for all your dreams to come true, too?”

  “Baby…” He chokes on his own heavy breathing. “With that mouth of yours, they’ve already all come true. “

  That’s the Street I’ve been wanting to show up. That’s the cocky guy with the panty-melting grin, and overabundance of self-confidence that’s about to be taken on the ride of his life. I can’t be sure of too many things when it comes to the man before me, but the one thing I know for certain is that he’s not used to being submissive. The fact that he’d give control to me is beyond exciting.

  I step back and point to the bed. “I want you out of your clothes and on your back.”

  I expect a sarcastic challenge, but he does as commanded and kicks free from the slacks and his boxer briefs as he rushes toward the bed. He dives backwards so that he lands on his back with his head cradled in his hands.

  I wet my lips and smile. Things are about to get crazy, and I’m going to relish every minute of it.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Katie

  I’ve already tied one of Street’s hands to the bedpost, and I lean against him as I tie his other hand. I straddle him, the thin fabric of my panties rubbing against his bare cock.

  He had been apprehensive when I fashioned the first tie from a pillow case, and swallowed a nervous gulp when I retrieved another one, but he’d promised that I’d get to fulfill all my wildest fantasies tonight.

  I take a moment to snap a mental picture of a vulnerable Street tied up beneath me, and it absolutely thrills me. I’ve been with bad boys in the past, but I’ve never felt comfortable enough with any of them to ask for control. I never believed they’d hand it over on a silver platter without mocking me, or resenting having some part of their masculinity ripped away from them.

  Street’s handed the keys of control to me and I can’t help feeling like that’s because he knows what it’s like to have a piece of himself locked up. Maybe it’s for this reason he seems to understand me so well. Because he sensed my yearning to be loose of my mundane existence and grab at freedom and adventure with greedy hands.

  I can be confident and hesitant at the same time, and that’s exactly how I am as I fiddle with the ties around his wrists once more, and briefly think about removing them.

  But that would just be me being the same old Katie I’ve always been, and I think this Katie, the Katie I am right now in this room, is a better version of myself.

  I make sure the knots are tied strong enough so that they won’t break when he eventually begins to grunt, when the insatiable need to touch me rushes through his body. He’ll fight to free himself if for no other reason than to turn me onto my hands and knees and rail me from behind.

  But he won’t be able to.

  I glide down his long torso, leaving a trail of wetness as I inch closer to his cock. He throws me a sideways glance when I begin to plant short kisses along his thigh, completely bypassing his cock as I head further south until I’m at his feet.

  He looks at me with disapproving, apprehensive eyes as I retrieve a third and fourth pillow case and begin to tie his feet to the bedposts at the bottom of the bed, wiggling my ass for full effect.

  “Oh come on, Katie,” he cries out, but it’s not much of a serious cry. “You’re killing me.”

  “That’s the point.” I finish tying the last tie. “The point is to make you scream because you think you’re dying. Only I’ll be killing you with pleasure.”

  * * *

  Street

  Shit. Shit. Shit.

  Really.

  Truly.

  Seriously.

  What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

  I was all for fulfilling Katie’s fantasy, but being tied up is all too similar to being locked up. I’m having flashbacks to prison, and begin to panic until I see her rise to her feet, with her toes sinking into the mattress.

  Her hands tug at her panties. She slides them down her smooth, hairless legs and steps out of them before tossing them to the floor beside the bed. My cock jumps against my stomach and I try to free my hands from the ties around my wrists, but it’s no use.

  “I want you to watch me, Street.”

  “That’s not a problem.” I force a grin that breaks far too quickly when she reaches for the straps of her dress and pulls them down her shoulders. It’s a slow, careful tease and I find myself fighting to breathe. She slides the dress down over her breasts, exposing them in an instant.

  They’re perky and taut, with nipples as hard as diamonds. Even under the low-light conditions of the hotel room, I’m able to make out the perfect pink pastel of her nipples. My mouth waters to taste them. To lick and bite her nipples.

  She pulls the dress down over her thighs, exposing her tight, wanting pussy and I rip at the bedposts, trying to free myself with an aggressive vigor. Because I want to lick and bite her there, too. Fill her with my tongue, then my fingers, then my dick. “The things… I would do… if I weren’t tied up.”

  “That’s also the point,” she whispers as she steps out of the dress entirely and drops to her knees so that she straddles me. For the first time since she brought out the ties, I’m met with the exhilarating sensation of flesh on flesh as she grinds her wet cunt against my cock. “Tell me, Street, how do you feel?”

  “Hard as a rock.”

  “You’re stating the obvious.” She bucks her hips against me. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

  * * *

  Katie

  “You are the sexiest—” Street begins in a low murmur of a whisper, as if he’s trying to hold himself back, and refrain from coming against my exposed flesh. But I don’t wait for an answer, because I wasn’t looking for one. I was just waiting for a moment to catch him off guard before I finally take what I’ve been waiting for, and what he’s been dying for.

  Quickly, I grab the small packet I’d placed on the nightstand, rip the package open, and roll the rubber on Street. The sounds he makes tell me my hands on him, even for the purpose of putting on the condom, are almost too much for him to take.

  “Give me your tits,” he growls. “I want to suck your nipples.”

  I’m done with the condom, but I ignore him, cupping my breasts and tweaking my nipples. “Is th
is what you want?”

  “Yes,” he bites out between clenched teeth. He looks like a wild man, jaw clenching and nostrils flaring.

  “You sure? What about this?” I lower one hand and circle my clit before inserting one then two fingers inside myself. I bite my lip and whimper because it feels so good, yet nowhere close to how Street will feel inside me.

  He makes a tortured sound and bucks his hips so violently he almost knocks me off him. I lower the hand I used to penetrate myself on his chest for balance, and he stares at it.

  “You want this?” I whisper. I paint fingers wet with my arousal lightly over his lips, just a feather light caress, and he immediately opens his mouth, trying to suck them in. I don’t let him and he glares at me.

  “I’m going to make you pay for this,” he warns.

  “Is that right?” I say, even though my increased heartbeat and shaky breaths tell both of us I take his threat very seriously. “Good thing I’m the one who’s in charge here. And I’m going to make you pay for saying that. I’m going to make you pay by…”

  I adjust my position, then lower myself slowly—painfully slowly—onto his hard cock.

  My mouth quivers as I adjust to his width, and his mouth quivers as he fights to hold back a scream. His breathing is husky and ragged as he fights against the ties.

  Once he’s all the way in, and I’m filled to the hilt, I take a moment and just sit there with my eyes clenched shut. This is the best kind of burn. What happened in the front seat of my car seemed like a fluke, but I now know better.

  We’re two candles burning together into an endless flame. We don’t have a conventional relationship, if we even have a relationship at all, but we burn hot.

  It’s because we’re obsessed with each other in our own very different ways. The world doesn’t need to understand it.