by Ravenna Tate
“You’re a brat. Undress me.”
Kane released her hair, and Julianne made a show out of rolling up the hem of his polo shirt. The soft noises of frustration he made only spurred her on. “You know, the slower you do this, the harder I’m going to paddle you.”
“Is that so?”
“Oh yes. It’s a cold, hard fact. You deal in those, right?”
“Yes, I do.” She cupped his bulge and rubbed. “Cold, hard facts.”
“You are in so much fucking trouble right now.”
Julianne held his gaze, and then she pulled off his shirt to reveal a muscled chest and torso, dusted with fine dark hair and sporting tats. “Oh, yummy.” She licked his nipples, and Kane grasped her hair again, tugging it hard enough to hurt this time, but it didn’t stop her. She grazed her teeth over them and brushed her fingers over his abdomen, gradually moving lower to the waistband of his jeans.
“Julianne … please.”
She smiled and undid his jeans, then pulled them down as far as they would go. He wore red satin boxers, which should have made her laugh, but clearly he’d wanted this to happen as much as she had. Julianne couldn’t laugh at that. Her heart soared with the realization. She brushed her fingertips over the boxers as his cock jumped underneath the fabric. “Oh, these are so nice it’s almost a shame to take them off.”
“Do it anyway.” His voice was rough and gravelly, and Julianne knew he was barely hanging on. That knowledge sent a surge of desire through her unlike any she’d ever felt. She removed his boxers, and out popped that thick, red cock she remembered so well. Julianne helped him out of his shoes and socks, and then she knelt on the floor and licked his dick.
“Oh fuck!” Kane grasped her head and moaned loudly as she took his cock into her mouth and sucked hard. “Baby, please. I don’t think I can hold off.”
She didn’t answer him. She wanted him to come in her mouth because she knew she’d get him hard again. Julianne was no stranger to taking the initiative in sex, and she couldn’t have stopped this if she wanted to. She licked up and down his shaft and even tongued his balls.
One quick glance at his face and the veins standing out on his neck, plus a grimace that told her he was trying to hold off his orgasm, was enough to send her arousal to crazy heights.
She moaned softly as she took him back into her mouth, and moved her hand around to his ass to tease his cheeks as she sucked hard again. Julianne loved the contrast between the velvety softness and the thick veins inside her mouth. The further he pushed it in, the more excited she became.
“Fuck! Julianne I’m going to come…”
And come he did. She swallowed every tasty drop and then licked the tip just in case she’d missed any. Kane pulled her to her feet and held her close, his body damp with sweat, and his breathing as hard now as her own. “Jesus,” he whispered. “That was the most fucking amazing blowjob I’ve ever had.”
“Oh stop.”
“I’m serious.” He pulled away and cupped her face. “I’m not kidding.”’
“Kane, I don’t know what to say.”
“Say I can still spank you and paddle you.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
He led her to bed and sat down, close to the nightstand. “Over my knees, then.”
Julianne thought she’d lose her mind from anticipation. She positioned herself over Kane’s lap, every nerve ending on fire. Would she be able to handle this? She wanted to, as much for him as for her own curiosity.
“You really do have a nice ass.” He caressed her cheeks, and she murmured her thanks. When he began to swat her with an open palm, alternating sides, it didn’t really hurt, but she could tell he was holding back. “Have to warm up the skin.”
“You sound like you have some experience with this.”
His soft chuckle sent a shiver down her spine. “A bit. How about you?”
“None. Only fantasies.”
Kane caressed her lower back. “I’d like to make them come true.”
“This is a good start.”
He swatted her harder now, and it stung but also sent a crazy endorphin rush through her. A nice burn settled on her ass and it was getting uncomfortable, but at the same time she wanted him to continue. When he stopped, he caressed the skin and then brushed a finger along her ass crack, all the way to her soaking wet pussy, until she moaned and writhed on his thighs.
“You like this.” His voice was reverent and filled with delight.
“Yes. Yes, I do. Please don’t stop.”
Kane reached over and picked up the paddle. “Just remember you asked for this, Julianne.”
“I will—holy shit!” He placed one strong hand across her lower back but that didn’t stop her from kicking her legs as he swatted both ass cheeks at once, five times, hard. “That fucking hurts!”
“Too much?” His voice was filled with wicked humor, and she nearly came at the sound of it.
“No.” She wouldn’t tell him to stop. He would not have that satisfaction. “May I know how many you plan to give me, though?”
“As many as you can take, beautiful.”
“That’s not a definitive answer.”
“No shit.”
Julianne gritted her teeth as he began again, a bit slower this time, giving her a chance to catch her breath between strikes. An amazing thing happened as she relaxed into it and concentrated on the sensations. It still hurt, but at the same time the pleasure coursing through her was unlike anything she’d experienced, until the pain and pleasure became one exquisite sensation.
It was like a drug. The more he did, the more she needed. She’d never imagined it would be like this, and she didn’t want him to stop. Her pussy was soaked, and when she flexed her Kegel muscles it contracted in tiny spasms. The realization she could actually make herself come while being paddled sent shivers up and down her spine. Who knew such a thing was possible?
She tried to count the swats, but stopped caring how many he gave her as she floated away to a purely blissful place. Every happy thought she’d ever had filled her at once, and she nearly giggled. The sound came out instead like a moan mixed with a gasp, and it was only then that Kane stopped.
He rubbed her sore ass cheeks, which actually made the pain worse instead of better. “Julianne, I’m in awe.” His voice sounded that way. “Do you know how many you took?”
“No,” she whispered.
“Fifty. Fifty really hard swats. How did you do that?”
“I have no clue.” She didn’t want to tell him what she’d experienced because she was afraid he’d think it was weird, and she didn’t want anything to ruin this moment.
“I’m so impressed. Please tell me it wasn’t only painful. I want to know you also enjoyed it.”
She sighed. Of course he’d want to know what she’d thought of the experience. He was a gentleman, after all. A kinky, seductive gentleman. “You’ll think I’m a nut job if I tell you.”
“Never.” Kane helped her sit and pulled her onto his lap. She had to swallow against the sudden lump her in throat as he gazed at her with tenderness. “I won’t think that at all. It’s important that I know what you’re feeling right now.”
“I liked it. I loved it, actually. I was floating, like I was watching it from above. It made me happy. I can’t describe it. It was different than anything I’ve felt before.”
The joy on his face surprised her. Kane pulled her close and kissed her softly. When he released her, he cupped her face and stared into her eyes. “I want to make love to you now. May I do that?
“Oh, God. I want that, too. Yes. Please. Please do that.”
Kane laid her on the bed and reached over to take a condom out of the box. He put it on, and then he covered her body with his. She melted into his embrace, moaning softly as his mouth worked magic on hers, then on her nipples again. When he reached her pussy, he licked her clit until she almost came once more, and then he sat back on his heels and sank his dick into her.
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“Oh Julianne, I have dreamed of doing this again for five fucking years!”
“Kane…” She clung to him as he fucked her hard and rough. It was even better than she remembered because of all they’d done beforehand this time. Her orgasm was swift and powerful, rocking her to the core and making her wish they never had to leave this room.
Before it ended, he withdrew and kissed her again, then flipped her over. “Get on your hands and knees. You should see your ass. It’s pink and puffy. So fucking gorgeous.” He licked the wounds he’d made with the paddle, and even though that stung all over again, she moaned as her arousal peaked once more. Was this man even human?
Reaching for the lube bottle, he poured some on his fingers and then slid a warm, wet digit into her asshole. “So tight. I don’t want to hurt you. Maybe we need to save the back door action for next time?”
Next time? He hadn’t been kidding about wanting to repeat this. “I’m all right. Just go slowly.”
“Thank you. Thank you so much.”
The grateful tone of his voice surprised her. This night hadn’t turned out even close to what she’d been imagining. He positioned himself behind her and slipped two fingers inside this time, along with more lube. He gently stretched the walls, and Julianne groaned at the pleasure racing through her body.
When he teased the opening with his sheathed cock, she pushed back against him. He pushed into her asshole slowly, and it stung a tiny bit at first, but then once she grew used to the fullness it felt incredible. He reached underneath to play with her clit as he fucked her ass. His thrusts weren’t as forceful as they’d been inside her pussy, and she was grateful for that. It had been a long time since she’d had anal sex, and she wanted to enjoy it.
“Lie down for me, Julianne. This feels so damn good.”
She lay prone like he asked, and he kept his hand on her pussy while he fucked her harder now. She couldn’t believe it when another climax began to build, and soon her cries joined his as the orgasm washed over her and his thrusts grew jerky and quick.
“Oh, baby … here I come again.”
By the time he finally finished and pulled out, she winced, but the soreness dissipated as he took off the condom and then turned her over to hold her in his strong arms. Both of them were covered in a fine sheen of sweat and her hair was damp, but he didn’t seem to mind because he kissed it and stroked her head and back, whispering her name over and over.
Julianne had never been fucked like this. Not even five years ago during those stolen, hot forty-seven minutes. She drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face, hoping he really had meant it when he said there would be a next time. Because there was no way she’d be able to stay away from Kane Bannerman now, even if she never wrote another story about him.
Chapter Eight
Kane woke and at first had no clue where he was, or who was sleeping next to him. Then it all came back in living color and glorious detail, and he grinned like an idiot. The object of his undying lust for the past five years was next to him, naked. He’d licked and sucked every square inch of her body, he’d paddled her luscious ass, and he’d fucked every hole.
What time was it? He chuckled softly. They’d likely missed the entire game and he truly didn’t give a shit, but he did crawl off the bed and go out into the main room. He peered out at the arena through the closed screen, and was able to see enough to realize that the game was still going. Glancing toward the bedroom, he turned on the TV and watched the last ten minutes, pumping his fist in the air when the Demons won. Then he turned off the TV. The entire game would be available to stream again tomorrow morning. Right now, he had more important things to attend to.
He’d love to spend the night with Julianne, but would she come back to his apartment? They could stay here, but he’d done that once, alone, and it had been too creepy. The building was huge, and very few people spent the night in it. He’d felt isolated and alone, and he hadn’t enjoyed the sensation at all. It triggered too many memories of a terrible night when he was only seven and had experienced his first tornado up close and personal.
Kane shivered and hugged himself. No. He didn’t want to spend the night here, even with Julianne. He’d wake her up and ask her to come back to his apartment. Then he could make love to her again.
He gathered up the leftover food, placed it into containers, and then stacked the containers in a bag. Then he made sure the wine glasses were clean and all the trash was in the wastebasket. Every few days the housekeeping staff emptied it, but they didn’t go into any room except the kitchen, and they wouldn’t place dirty dishes in the sink. He’d found that out the hard way once when he’d simply left everything out in the main room after a party.
Kane locked the balcony door, made sure the shade was secure, and then he gathered up the personal items they’d left in the main room and returned to the bedroom. He watched Julianne sleep for a few moments, wondering if she hadn’t wandered into his office Monday morning if he ever would have seen her again. So many times during the past five years he’d almost called her, but pride had prevented him from doing so.
He’d made a lot of incorrect assumptions about her this past week, although in his defense, not without good reason. She really had changed, and he didn’t believe it was possible for people to do that. Not completely. Was she playing him? No. He didn’t believe that either. The only thing that did concern him was who this source was. From what Julianne had divulged, the source obviously worked for him, and had lied at least once. That made her potentially dangerous.
Kane hadn’t built his ancestor’s company into what it was today by being nonchalant when it came to the security of the business, or the loyalty of his employees. He needed to figure out a way Julianne could name this source without compromising her integrity as a journalist.
For now, he crawled on the bed and kissed her ass cheeks. They were still pink, but the puffiness had abated somewhat. That she had allowed him to do what he’d done still amazed him. Who would have guessed that Julianne Wallis had a kinky side? She came across as a hard-nosed, smart-mouthed reporter. The contrast between that image and a woman who let him put her over his knees and paddle her was intoxicating.
She stirred in her sleep, so he rolled her onto her back and opened her legs, kissing up and down her thighs. He loved the smell of a woman after sex, all warm and funky. It made him want to plunge his dick into her again, but if they did that, they might never leave this loge tonight.
Julianne’s eyelids fluttered, and she opened her eyes all the way and smiled. “I was afraid I’d dreamed the whole thing.”
“You didn’t. Time to get dressed. We’re going back to my apartment for round two.”
She laughed. “Who won the first round?”
He leaned over to kiss her mouth. “I did.” Then he took her hand and pulled her to her feet before he changed his mind and stayed here with her all night.
“Who decided that you won it?”
“I did.”
She giggled. “I must have missed the rules.”
“I won because you’re still here and naked.”
“Oh, I see. Then why should I get dressed?”
He frowned. This wasn’t a conversation he wanted to have while horny as hell. It would kill the mood stone cold dead. “Because I have more toys back home than I do here.”
Her delighted smile sent a wave of relief coursing through him. “Excellent. In that case, please hand me my clothes.”
Once they were outside, she asked who had won the hockey game. “We did, and before I forget to tell you this, I owe you an apology. I should have escorted you here, not asked you to meet me.”
“Kane, it’s all right. I had fun on the trolley. There were a lot of Demon fans, and it got me in the mood for the game. They were fun and silly. It made the ride go faster.”
It hadn’t occurred to Kane until just now that she’d had to take the trolley here. He lived within walking distance but realized he had no clue wh
ere she lived. “Next time I’ll behave more like a gentleman. In fact, I’ll start right now. Do you need to return home before we go to my place?”
“No. I brought along what I might need in case I spent the night with you.”
His heart did a weird fluttery thing at her words. “So, you weren’t kidding. You really did hope we’d make love tonight.”
She stopped walking and put her arms around him. “Yes, I did hope that. I meant everything I said tonight. I haven’t stopped thinking about you all this time.”
“I meant what I said, too. I only live about five minutes from here. I’d be honored if you spent the night with me.”
She kissed him, and he didn’t give a shit that people were still outside, walking all around them. He’d waited five years for this, and this time he wasn’t going to blow it by acting like a damn animal. Julianne wasn’t a liar or a cheat anymore. She was a vibrant, exciting woman, and he wanted to get to know her better. Much better.
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Julianne whistled softly as Kane walked her through his penthouse apartment. It was bigger than the house she’d grown up in with all those siblings, and nearly everything inside it looked like it belonged in a museum. “Where did you get this stuff? Did you have time to salvage that much from above ground?”
He shook his head. “No. You’ve heard about the teams Addison Carlyle employs, right? He lives in NorthWest and owns Carlyle Imports. Most of the men and women who go up to the surface and retrieve items for money are part of his teams.”
“That would be fun to do. Have you ever gone with them?”
A quick emotion passed over his face, and she swore it was anxiety, but then it was gone. She couldn’t imagine Kane Bannerman afraid of anything. “A few times. Long ago. Now I leave that to the experts. Emmett Radcliffe still goes, though not as often as he used to. He’s the true adrenaline junkie among the twelve of us.”
“You’d have to be to go up there. I’ve heard it’s horrible. Nothing like we left it.”
Kane took her into his arms and kissed her. All thoughts of what it was like on the surface of the Earth these days were gone as his tongue slid into her mouth. Her pussy was wet again, and despite the soreness all over her body, she would fuck him right there on the tile floor of his great room if that’s what he wanted to do.
