Lose Control

by Donina Lynn

  Cassie groaned in response and whispered the one word he’d been waiting for. “Yes.”

  Myles immediately fisted her hair tighter and closed the distance between them to claim her mouth in a punishing kiss. He thrust his tongue between her lips, demanding her submission, and when she surrendered, he greedily swept in to take what he wanted. He explored and tasted, sucked and stroked her tongue with a fevered pace that left them both panting when he broke the connection.

  Standing her up, he stepped back and watched as her desire-filled eyes drifted down to where his hard-on was pushing against the confines of his trunks. When she found what she was looking for, her tongue darted out to wet her lips a second before she drew the bottom one between her teeth. Christ. The woman was going to be his undoing. The lustful look she was giving his cock was enough for him to pull it out and tell her to get on her knees. Fucking her mouth might not have been part of his plans for the evening, but with the way she was devouring him with her eyes, he was going to make sure those beautiful full lips were wrapped around him before the night was through. Just not now.

  “Cassie.” Myles added a sharpness to his tone to grab her attention and remind her where her focus should be. When her eyes flew up to meet his, he continued. “Does it excite you knowing my cock is hard? Are you getting wet imaging what I will feel like inside of you?” When she nodded, he reminded her. “Words, Cassie. Say it.”

  A mix of frustration and need dripped from her voice, when she spoke. “Yes, I’m wet. I’ve been wet all day waiting for this. For you.”

  Myles inwardly groaned at her statement. She wasn’t the only one who’d been waiting. “Would you like it if I turned you around, bent you over, and took you from behind? Is that what you want? Do you want me to fuck you, Cassie?”

  “God, yes.”

  Myles took a step forward and clasped her chin between his fingers. “Make no mistake, I am going to fuck you. I’m going to bury myself inside of you and stroke your hot, wet pussy until you are screaming and begging for your release. But that’s only going to happen when I’m ready, and not before we address the matter of your punishment.”

  Cassie whimpered at being denied, and he bent down to run his tongue along her bottom lip before nipping at the tender flesh, silently reassuring the pleasure would come. That he wouldn’t leave her unsatisfied.

  He released her chin. “Take the wrap off.”

  Myles stepped back again to watch as she untied the knot, allowing the material to fall to the floor and exposing the bottom of her suit. The small black triangle was attached to two strings that ran around to her back and fell perfectly at the flare of her hips, accentuating her curves and making his mouth go dry. Anxious to see what still remained hidden, he continued. “Now the top.”

  Wordlessly, Cassie reached up to undo the front clasp and let that drop, too. Full, heavy breasts with pert pink nipples came into his view, begging for his touch. “Christ, you’re gorgeous. Come here.”

  She moved closer, obeying his command. Myles instantly rewarded her by cupping the underside of her breasts as he descended upon them. He ran his tongue around her nipple, flicking the tip before drawing it into his mouth to suck and nibble. Deep, husky moans reached his ears a beat before he felt the weight of her hand on the back of his head, trying to pull him closer. Sucking hard and then releasing her nipple with a popping sound, he reached up to pull her hand down and straightened. “There’s no touching unless you ask permission. Place your arms behind your back and grasp your wrists to make sure you won’t make the mistake again.”

  “But what you were doing felt so good, I couldn’t help myself.” Cassie flashed him a seductive smile and slowly began to run her finger down his chest. “Please, Myles. I want to touch you. Let me try to make you feel good, too.”

  Myles smiled. Always the rule breaker, wasn’t she? Catching her hand in his before the blazing trail her soft touch was leaving on his skin persuaded him to break them with her, he said. “Now do as I say or the next step will be me restraining you where you can’t move at all. Arms behind your back.”

  Cassie bit on her bottom lip as indecision once again flashed over her features. That stubborn streak was going to get her into trouble. Myles almost wished she would argue with him. The thought of having her tied, immobile and completely under his control, had what little blood was left in him rushing straight to his cock.

  Making her decision, she nodded and placed her hands behind her. The movement caused her breasts to rise and jut out, beckoning him to return to what he was doing. Myles bent forward and wrapped his mouth around the neglected nipple. He licked and sucked and teased until Cassie was arching her back into him, panting for more.

  Myles gave one last flick and moved up, methodically biting and licking as he leisurely made his way to his destination. She shuddered each time he scraped his teeth and swirled his tongue against her skin. When he got to her neck, he nibbled on the sensitive flesh, eliciting a deep moan to escape her lips as her head fell to the side, exposing more of the area. Myles continued his exploration and moved lower to the hollow between her neck and collarbone where her pulse beat a rapid rhythm against his lips.

  “Please, Myles.”

  Her breathless plea prompted him to stop and whisper against her ear. “Please what?”

  “Please, fuck me. Fuck me now. I can’t take much more. You’ve punished me enough.”

  Myles closed his eyes and took a long, steadying breath. Cassie begging him, pleading with him to take her was playing havoc with the restraint he prided himself in. He never lost control. In fact, he did what was necessary to make sure he never even came close. This sudden willingness to loosen the tight hold he held himself in check with was a temptation he shouldn’t even be considering. Taking another breath, he buried the feeling as quickly as it surfaced and leaned back to face her. “I haven’t begun to punish you. Turn around.”

  When she turned, he placed his hand between her shoulder blades and gently pushed. “Bend over, hold on to the handles of the chair, and spread your legs.”

  Myles clenched and unclenched his fists while he watched Cassie’s long hair cascade across her shoulders and fall around her face as the line of her back drifted lower and her firm ass rose. The picture she created before him—vulnerable, exposed, and so unbelievably fucking sexy—had him strung tight and ready to break. But when his eyes finally registered the thin piece of material that didn’t even come close to covering where the globes of her ass met, he felt himself snap.

  She wore that to the beach? That wasn’t a bathing suit. The damn thing was barely a step above a thong, exposing every inch of soft, white skin on her perfectly rounded backside. Myles didn’t have to think hard to imagine the effect it would have on every man she sashayed past. Possessive jealousy rippled through him at the thought of other men drooling over her and being able to get a glimpse of what he was seeing right now. Mine. The word shouted in his head as a fierce need to stake his claim overtook him. It wasn’t about staying in control anymore. It was about him showing her she fucking belonged to him. And by the time he was done, she was going to know just that.

  Myles hooked his finger under the flimsy piece of material and ripped it in two.

  Cassie’s head flew around. “Hey. What the hell do you—”

  A warning rumbled low in his chest, cutting off her words. “What am I doing, Cassie? Is that what you want to know? You disobeyed me. What do you think is going to happen next?” Myles placed himself at an angle, wrapping one arm around her abdomen to support and keep her still as his other hand came to rest on her ass. “You’re going to remember who commands this body. I’m going to fucking make sure of it.”

  Wide, shocked eyes looked back at him. “You wouldn’t.”

  “I would and will.”

  Myles lifted his palm and bought it down to connect with her flesh in a stinging slap. The startled gasp that escaped her lips quickly turned into a moan as he kneaded the reddened area with h
is one hand while the other found her clit to circle the bundle of nerves with his finger. Her juices slicked his movement as waves of heat engulfed his hand, causing a moan to lodge in his own throat. So hot and wet. So ready for more.

  Myles stopped what he was doing to start over. He slapped her again, rubbed the flaming red skin, and circled her clit. She bucked her hips as a strangled cry vibrated out of her mouth and traveled down his body to fist around his cock in a tight grip. He stilled, trying to catch his breath and regain control before he came right there and then.

  Cassie wiggled her hips against his hand, silently begging him to continue. Everything he gave, she took and wanted more. When he didn’t react and give her what she craved, her voice, throaty and full of need, asked for it. “Don’t stop. Please, Myles. Again.”

  “That’s right, baby. Beg for it. Tell me what you want.”

  “Again. Slap me again.”

  Myles continuously worked her clit as he brought his hand down three more times in rapid succession. Her arms and legs started trembling and he felt the muscles in her stomach grow taught. Myles knew she was close and, if he wanted to, he could take her over the edge with one more slap. Knowing her body responded and craved what he was giving, that he owned her pleasure, stroked his pride and his cock. Without a doubt, he was going to give her what she desired and make her come. Repeatedly. But her first orgasm with him, because of him, wasn’t going to be because he was spanking her ass. No. When he took her there, he preferred a much more up close and intimate approach.

  He withdrew his hands, causing Cassie to cry out in protest. “Myles, please. Don’t stop. I’m almost there.”

  “I know you are, baby. But you are not allowed to come until I tell you to.” Myles dropped to his knees behind her and pulled on her hips to angle them upward. Breathing in the musky scent of her arousal, he placed his head at her core and thrust his tongue between her lips. Her essence ran into his mouth as he lapped at her, desperate to drink her in. Every stroke, each taste, caused his desire to burn hotter and course through his veins, pounding so loud in his ears that he barely heard her cry and beg for her release. Lifting his head for only moment, he gave her what she’d been asking for and told her to let go. He immediately went to her clit, scraped the nerves with his teeth and sucked. She flew over the edge, trembling as the first wave hit her. He thrust his tongue into her and greedily drank until the orgasm passed.

  His mind, his body, every part of his being shouted and demanded he drive himself into her and feel her sweet pussy wrap around his throbbing cock. Myles stood, pulled the condoms out of the pocket of his swim trunks, and then quickly stepped out of them. Ripping the foil packet open, he rolled one on and pulled on Cassie’s shoulder to stand her up and twirl her around.

  “Hey you, that was—”

  Myles swooped down and took her mouth in a searing kiss. He wasn’t going to let her finish or find any words. Rational thought was gone. All that was left was pure instinct and a virile desire to conquer and claim.

  Not wanting to lose the contact, he continued to kiss her while he lifted her off the ground. Cassie moaned into his mouth as her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Myles took the few steps, pinned her against the wall, and brought her arms above her head. Holding them tightly in place with one hand, he grasped his cock in the other, positioned himself at her entrance, and buried himself within her in one hard thrust.

  He swallowed her gasp and didn’t stop. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. Liquid heat surrounded and welcomed him, and her tight, soft walls cradled him as if she was made for him. It was too good, felt too right. She was too fucking perfect.

  Myles broke the kiss when he couldn’t get enough air into his lungs and rested his head next to hers, listening to her breath rush past his ears from the force of their bodies coming together. Relentlessly, he pounded in her, fast and hard, never slowing and burying every inch of himself within her with each and every thrust.

  Cassie started to writhe and moan as her legs strengthened their grip around him. She was climbing higher, getting closer to the edge, and he was right behind her. His balls tightened as he painfully held himself back. He wouldn’t go over without her or without hearing what he needed her to say to imprint this moment into her memory like it would be in his. “Tell me, Cassie. Who’s fucking you into oblivion? Who’s giving you the feeling like you’re going crazy and about to explode?”

  “You, Myles. You.”

  “That’s right, baby. It’s me and don’t you ever forget it.”

  Myles plowed into her at a frenzied pace. She responded with screams of pleasure that almost drowned out his strangled command. “Come for me. Now.”

  Her body grew still and a heartbeat later, her walls clenched and convulsed around him, throwing him over the edge as well. A bright white light exploded behind his eyes and his body shook as the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced took over. He gasped her name and leaned against her as they rode out the waves together. Connected.

  When his legs stopped trembling and he was once again sure he had some strength in them, he lowered her to the ground only to place his arm under her knees to lift and carry her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggled into his chest, and with a content sigh, she whispered, “Where are we going?”

  Once wasn’t enough. If the way his cock was already stirring back to life at the feel of her skin against his was any indication, he wasn’t sure how many times he would need to be with her for him to quench the desire burning deep inside, but he was going to try to find out. He started to move and answered, “The bedroom.”

  Chapter Five

  “Cassie.”

  Her name being called and the touch of a strong, masculine hand stroking her hair tugged at Cassie’s consciousness. Nope. Not waking up yet. Her dream was just getting to the good part. A very handsome and tuxedo-clad Myles was about to bend her backward and kiss her in true classic chick-flick fashion. Cue the breeze ruffling the bottom of her skirt, the sunset, the music, and credits rolling, signifying the end of the movie and the beginning of their happily ever after.

  “Cassie.”

  There it was again. Who the hell kept saying her name and, more importantly, what the hell was up with her dream? She didn’t even like chick-flicks and if a horse miraculously appeared to carry them off into the aforementioned sunset, she was going to gag just on principle.

  “Wake up. Now.”

  The demand and the voice giving it instantly snapped her out of what was left of her dream state and brought with it a bolt awareness sizzling along every nerve ending. Her heart gave a hard thud against her ribcage and a shiver ran down her spine on a path that ended directly at her clit.

  For Christ’s sake, she was worse than Pavlov’s dogs. One night with Myles and all he had to do was use that tone and her body automatically responded and hummed in anticipation. If she opened her eyes, she was positive she would find herself lying in a pool of drool, waiting on him to give her a treat.

  Hmm. If she was lucky, that would be the exact reason why he was trying to wake her at what she assumed was a rude and ungodly hour. Myles having some wicked and naughty ideas about how to start the day was definitely worth losing sleep over. Why dream when you could have the real thing? Slowly lifting her eyelids, she was greeted by Myles towering over her as he sat next to her on the bed…fully dressed.

  Well, that was utterly disappointing, and by the look on his face, sex was the last thing on his mind. Fighting the urge to pull the blanket over her head and ignore the stern expression spread across his face, she managed a weak smile and mumbled an even weaker, “Morning.”

  It was the best he was going to get at the moment. At least she wasn’t grumbling. Taking how she was the complete polar opposite of a morning person and add in the few hours of sleep they’d gotten, there was a very real possibility it could still happen, though.

  “Good morning.”

  Yeah, good had nothing to do with it until
she infused her veins with some much needed caffeine. She’d kill for a Starbucks delivery right now.

  “Sit up. I brought you breakfast.” Myles nodded in the direction of the bedside table, prompting Cassie to roll her head to the side to see what he was referring to. Sitting there was a serving tray filled with a mountain of muffins, a glass of juice, and score…a large, steaming cup of coffee. The man was a freaking mind reader. However, he really needed to rethink his idea of portions. How much did Myles think she could eat? There was enough there to feed an army.

  “I didn’t know what kind you liked, so I brought one of each,” Myles said, answering her question before she got a chance to ask.

  He was a mind reader. Cassie brought her head back to face him and smiled. How could she not? Bringing her breakfast in bed was beyond thoughtful and surprisingly sweet. It was also completely unexpected and revealed yet another side to the man who Cassie was quickly learning wasn’t your everyday, run-of-the-mill kind of guy. Myles was more, well… complicated.

  A six-foot tall walking contradiction was actually more like it. Sweet and thoughtful? This was the same overbearing, demanding man who raised his hand and spanked her last night. Freaking spanked her. Nobody had ever done that before. Not even her parents, and when her shocked brain processed what he intended to do, Cassie couldn’t believe he had the audacity to demean her like that. And over what? Because she hadn’t obeyed his command? Screw that and him. She’d been royally pissed and about a heartbeat away from storming out and telling him to take that hand he intended to spank her with and use it to go fuck himself.

  Thank you very much for that not happening—only because his hand had come down faster than her mouth could form the words. If he had hesitated for a second, she would’ve been gone and Cassie would have missed out on the most erotic experience of her life. So, not an exaggeration. The combination of pleasure with the sting of his hand had been that good, that intense, that when he stopped, she’d begged for more. Literally. Begged. Who knew getting your ass slapped could be so hot? And who would’ve guessed Myles had just been getting started?