Unleashed: Volume 2 (Unleashed #2)

by Callie Harper

  “Lie down.” She worked her way down to recline on the bed. I walked over to the closet and pulled out a pair of restraints. Black silk, they fit tight on the wrists while still feeling soft and slippery against the skin. They were a good starter pair.

  “Bring your hands up above your head.” Her eyes widened as she watched me walk back to the bed, black silk trailing from my hands.

  “What—?”

  “You asked what I liked. Now I’m going to show you. No more questions, Kara. Obey.” My voice bit out, harsh. She needed to learn the rules of the arrangement. I needed to see if she’d like them as much as I thought she would. She paused again, hesitant, glancing at the handcuffs, then down at her naked breasts. That’s right, I wanted her to think it through. Be fully aware of her vulnerability. Then give it to me. I said nothing, letting her work it out, my cock straining against my pants. I loved seeing her struggle.

  Then submit. She brought her wrists up above her head. She looked up at me, biting her lip, but trusting. The sight of her lying there, choosing to give herself to me, stoked my fires like nothing else.

  I grasped her wrists and fastened them securely but lightly to the bedpost. Her arms were pulled above her, but not uncomfortably. I wanted her to feel fastened but not in pain.

  “See, that doesn’t hurt.” I stroked my fingers down her arms, along her side. Her ribcage rose and fell, her breathing starting to come in pants. Her nipples stood out, dark pink and pebbled. She liked it.

  “I like seeing you like this.” I kept my voice cool, in control. “I can do what I want with you.”

  “I’m nervous.” She looked up at me, her arms drawn above her head, arching into my touch.

  “Good. It heightens your sensations. Close your eyes.”

  She looked at me, hesitant. Then closed them. I could keep her like this, let her choose to keep them closed. There would be something satisfying about it, her constant choice to do my bidding. Sometime I’d have her do that. This morning, though, I was going to use a blindfold. She’d asked me what I liked.

  I selected one from my closet. She fidgeted on the bed, wondering what I was up to, what I was going to do next.

  Rock hard as I approached her with the blindfold, I knew I’d very much enjoy the sight of her in it. Her ripe lips open and panting under the black silk, the sounds of surprise and desire I’d coax from her. I leaned over, lifting her head in my hands.

  “I’m going to blindfold you.”

  Her eyes flew open and she strained against the restraints at the bedposts. Her breasts stood out more as she stretched. I couldn’t wait to play with them at my leisure. Because that’s what this morning was going to be about, teasing, light play. I wanted to go slowly with her, take my time, exercise restraint and see what made her tick. I wanted to learn her secrets. Then exploit them to the fullest.

  “Trust me, Kara.” Slowly, she closed her eyes again. I wrapped the cool silk around her, fastening it just tight enough at the back of her head. “How’s that?”

  OK.” Her breathing came fast. I could tell this was all new to her. Tense, nervous, she didn’t know what to do or what to expect. Her inexperience made it even more arousing. I took my time, letting the anticipation build.

  In one stroke, I pulled back all of the covers and threw them to the floor. She gasped and lay there completely bare for my exploration and enjoyment. I watched her twist her legs, bring a foot to her ankle then down again. Her thighs clenched together over her sex.

  I sat next to her again and began to stroke her inner thigh. She opened for me on instinct, so naturally submissive in her responses. Oh, Kara. On the lips of her bare, beautiful pussy I could see honey forming for me. Under my inspection, completely exposed, she writhed lightly. I hissed as I watched her arousal building, her sex starting to glisten.

  “Are you thinking of what I might do to you, Kara?” I asked in a low voice, stroking her inner thighs. I didn’t touch her petals, not yet. She moaned in response. “Sometimes it’s fun not to know, isn’t it, Kara?” I brought my hands up to her smooth stomach, tracing her curves, up over her hips.

  Bending over her so she could feel the tickle of my breath on her thighs, I asked, “Are you starting to throb, Kara? Are you starting to ache?” She gasped, her thighs parting more. I fought the urge to plunge my tongue deep into her, feasting and drinking her in relentlessly as she came again and again.

  Instead, I brought a hand to the swell of one of her breasts, slowly, softly caressing it. I flicked my thumb lightly over her nipple and smiled with satisfaction as it stiffened even more. I grabbed the peak with a sudden pinch, twisting it between my finger and thumb.

  She cried out with a twinge of pain. Yet, at the same time, she pushed her breast into my hand, needy and wanting more.

  “I like how you respond to me, Kara.” I caressed her with my voice, back to stroking now. “With your eyes closed, you feel more. All of your senses are tuned in to the touch. The feel.” I took her nipple into my mouth, sucking, swirling my tongue around the pebbled point. Then I removed the heat of my mouth and blew lightly on the wet tip. She inhaled sharply, her nipples dark pink and pointed with need.

  Over on the tray of breakfast food, I saw a small stainless steel pitcher half-full with maple syrup. Seemed a shame to waste perfectly good syrup like that.

  I started with a few dribbles along her stomach.

  “Ooh!” she exclaimed, wiggling.

  “Lie still.” I brought a strong hand to her shoulder, steadying her, and she stilled at my touch. Slowly, I brought my tongue down to her flat, soft expanse of skin, licking the syrup up as if I were licking her juices, not letting a single drop get away from me, savoring all of it. She moaned as if she were picturing the exact same thing.

  Next, I dribbled some syrup on her hip. I flicked my tongue lightly along her curves. She melted under my tongue, hot and urgent, moving her hips toward me and offering herself up with small, moaning pants.

  “Stay still, now,” I admonished. She whimpered and tried to lie still as I dribbled a circle of syrup around her belly button. Making sure not to touch any other part of her body, I leaned over, flicking my tongue along her lower stomach.

  “Declan,” she panted, writhing beneath me.

  I sat up, then lightly grazed her aching nipple with the metal of the syrup pitcher. Cool against her hot flesh, she shivered, so much more sensitive without sight.

  I dribbled a few drops at the top of her breasts, carefully avoiding her nipples. As I licked and sucked, she started to beg.

  “Declan, please,” she panted, trying to twist closer toward me, close any distance between us.

  “Yes, that’s right,” I encouraged her, running a finger along her soft cheek underneath the blindfold, stopping at her full lips. “I like it when you beg.” She flicked her tongue out at my finger, then drew it in and sucked. I groaned. Rock hard, the tip of my cock strained at the low-riding waistband of my sweatpants.

  Enough teasing. I needed more. Down between her legs, I spread her thighs. Face at her pussy, I blew on her wetness. She writhed in the sensation. I brought the syrup can to her slick folds, sliding the cool metal along her skin. Then I poured a dab of syrup on her.

  “Declan!” she cried out.

  I brought my tongue to her slit, slowly licking up the mingled syrup, maple and Kara, so sweet. She arched her back and moaned, pressing her pussy into my tongue.

  “Do you like that, Kara?”

  “Ah, Declan! I need—” She broke off into a moan of pleasure as I slid more syrup on her, more tongue, this time firmer, stronger, more insistent, lapping up more of her juice. Grasping her ass in both hands, I settled my face in and began to tongue fuck her in a demanding rhythm. She bucked against me, her hands still tied above her head, writhing and screaming with need.

  “Yes! Oh God, Declan!”

  I worked her, licking and sucking and flicking her clit over and over with my tongue. Just as she was about to come, I stopped. As muc
h as I wanted to drink in her juices all day and all night, I wanted to see the look in her eyes. I wanted to see her glazed over with lust and pleading with me when she begged for me to finish her.

  I took off her blindfold. “Tell me what you want, Kara.”

  “I want you, Declan,” she pleaded, panting, her eyes wild with need.

  “What is it you want, exactly?”

  “I want…” She seemed to struggle with her words, fighting against herself, embarrassed. I loved that in her, the shyness. I’d have a lot of fun stripping it away.

  “Tell me,” I coaxed her, tracing hot kisses down her neck, licking my way down the valley between her breasts.

  “I want to take you in my mouth,” she cried out. “I want to suck you and swallow all of your come.”

  I groaned. That was not what I had expected her to say. Overcome by what she’d just described, I suddenly couldn’t imagine anything I wanted more.

  “Please,” she begged, softly, urgently.

  I couldn’t resist. I withdrew the blindfold and unfastened her restraints. Heavy lidded, I watched as she drew up on her knees and came to my side. Lips parted, she looked down at the huge bulge in my sweatpants, the crown barely visible at the waistband. She looked hungry. I couldn’t believe she was about to take me into her mouth like I’d fantasied about countless times, lick and suck me and drink down my come.

  She slid my sweatpants down. My cock sprang free and she reached a hand to it, wrapping it hesitantly around the hard length as I groaned.

  “I can’t believe you fit in me,” she said, awed. “You’re so huge.” A drop of pre-come pearled on the tip as I held my whole body rigid, waiting. But then she paused, shy.

  She whispered, “I don’t have a lot of experience doing this so I don’t know if I’ll be any good at it. Can you teach me how to do it right for you?”

  I closed my eyes. Fuck. She didn’t mean to, but that turned me on even more. Teach her to do it right for me? I might come just thinking about it.

  “You don’t have a lot of experience?” I felt drunk, repeating her words.

  She shook her head, eyes averted, looking embarrassed. “I haven’t really done…”

  “You’ve never gone down on a guy before?” How was this luscious creature so inexperienced all these years later? Sure, I liked the fantasy of her pining away for me, celibate as a nun, but reality told me six years was a long time. I hadn’t exactly left her with a lot of hope back in the day, and she was so tempting, so perfect.

  Blood pounded in my ears. She still hadn’t responded. I leaned in closer to her on the bed.

  “Kara?”

  “I’ve dated,” she mumbled.

  Damn it, she was being evasive. I felt a surge of jealous rage. Whoever they were, these men, I would find them and rip their heads off.

  “Just dated, Declan,” she continued, apparently able to read my thoughts. “I’ve never done this before.”

  I crushed her against me, searing her with my kiss. Mine. She belonged to me. I kissed her with a fire I hadn’t even known I had, a branding kiss, claiming her as my own.

  “Kara,” I breathed into her, leaning her down against the pillows, parting her legs. I knew nothing other than that I needed to be inside of her, now. No time for foreplay, no teasing and stoking the fires. I was a volcano about to explode.

  I parted her legs and plunged my cock deep up inside of her with one long, strong thrust.

  “Yes,” she screamed. The hot, wet walls of her pussy took me in tight as a fist. I’d never felt anything so good. Like an animal, I thrust into her again and again, driven on by my savage lust and her cries of desire.

  “Mine,” I growled with each hard, driving thrust.

  “Yes,” she responded, meeting me with her hips. I brought my hands to her knees and forced them up, then pushed them down by her sides, opening her even more. It drove her wild, frenzied. She thrashed underneath me, taking me in all the way.

  “Mine,” I claimed her.

  “More,” she called out, writhing, sweaty and desperate. My balls slapping against her, the headboard pounded against the wall.

  I buried myself in her, driving into her, relentless, fucking her senseless. The pressure built in me, burning, heating up, until I knew I was about to explode.

  “Are you ready to take my come?” I growled. The question sent her over the edge. She began bucking helplessly underneath me, her hips raised off the sheets as wave after wave of orgasm engulfed her. Her tight pussy squeezed my cock and I lost myself, mindlessly pumping thick come into her as I roared out her name.

  Panting, we lay in the twisted, sweaty sheets, intertwined. I never wanted to get up again. I wanted to lie there forever with her naked in the bed.

  So I got up. I headed over to the bathroom.

  “I’m going to take a shower,” I called over my shoulder. I didn’t look back.

  Under pounding cold water, I pulled myself together. I’d lost control in there. I’d meant to play with her, tease her, tempt her. Start a slow burn. And I’d lost control. That didn’t happen with me. That wouldn’t happen again.

  After the shower, I changed into some dark jeans and a crisp, fitted button-down shirt. I had a couple of meetings that day, some calls with potential investors, a pitch over drinks about a new opportunity. Sundays didn’t slow down much for the self-made businessman. That’s where I needed to focus.

  I headed straight into my office. Kara took a shower, too, then came in to see me. Enveloped in a large towel, she stood there looking virginal and pink. I cleared my throat, my dick stirring once again at the sight of her.

  Embarrassed, she murmured, “I don’t have any clothes.”

  That’s right, I’d ripped hers off last night in the elevator. I liked her naked. I saw no reason for her to wear anything at all. But it was true, if she were going to come with me to New York she’d better have something to wear.

  “You’re going to need some. Tomorrow we’re flying to New York. Why don’t you go shopping? I’ve got some work to do.”

  “Shopping?”

  “You need some clothes. That towel’s not going to cut it. Though I do like seeing you in it.” She blushed and looked down at herself. “Why don’t you head back to those boutiques you saw the other day and buy yourself some things?”

  “Oh, I don’t think so.”

  “Why not?”

  “I don’t feel right going and spending your money like that.”

  Huh. That was a new one. I didn’t think I’d ever heard anyone say that before. “You do need some clothes, Kara.” I tried logic. She still looked reluctant. “Or, no, that’s right, you have that t-shirt from last night. The one I ripped in half. We could put a button in the middle and you could wear that around. I could pop it open whenever I wanted.”

  “Not going to happen.” At least now she was smiling.

  “I need your help,” I improvised. Why hadn’t I started with that? Kara could never resist doing a favor.

  “Really?” Kara brightened visibly at the prospect.

  “I need you to buy a baby gift. My property manager in Bozeman and his wife just had a baby.” I’d gotten a text early that morning. The baby had come two weeks early, but was a perfectly healthy seven-pound boy.

  “A baby?” She clapped her hands together with a big smile. I wanted to tell her a few more things that would take her hands away from that towel. It had slipped an inch.

  “Could you pick something out?” I asked. “I’m terrible at that kind of thing.” That was true, too, but of course my PA Angie typically took care of all those sorts of needs. I had to admit, though, I liked the idea of Kara picking something out for Brett and his wife. She’d have fun doing it, too.

  “Sure, I could do that. Anything else?”

  So eager. I had to wash my mind out with soap. “Yes, while you’re out shopping, buy yourself some clothes to wear in New York. And Kara,” I said, serious. “Make sure you spend lots of money.”

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p; Nutty piece of work that she was, her response was a small, defiant pout.

  Firm and in control now, I pointed my finger at her. “When you come home, you’re going to model it all for me. I want to like what I see. Don’t disappoint me, or I’ll have to discipline you.”

  “What?” She looked at me wide eyed, suddenly nervous.

  “You heard me. Now get going.” I turned back to the computer. She walked out of my office.

  I wanted her nervous, anticipating tonight. I liked the idea of her going shopping for me, choosing things I might like that she could model for me. Clothes that I could take off. Because as much as I loved that defiant spark in her, tonight I’d enjoy teaching her some discipline.

  CHAPTER 4

  Kara

  Then

  “Princess?” At the sound of my father’s voice, I paused at the front door. I was heading down to bring Bill his mail. He didn’t get much, so it wasn’t any trouble to sort it and bring it down to him on Sunday mornings. I usually gave him some of the extra fliers and sales circulars Daddy and I would have thrown out, too. I knew he enjoyed looking through it all.

  “What is it, Daddy?”

  “While you’re down there, would you check in on Declan? He’s been fighting a nasty flu. The man won’t stop working even with a raging fever.”

  I didn’t need to be asked twice. I about flew down to Bill’s, leaving his mail on his porch after I rang the doorbell instead of staying to chat a few minutes like usual. Rushing over to Declan’s cabin, I wondered how long he’d been sick. I’d been avoiding him like it was my job for the last two weeks. Ever since that night.

  The night he’d caught me. I’d snuck down to his cabin and pleasured myself on his bed. He’d watched me do it, seen me come on my fingers as I’d called out his name.