The second smack came on her other globe. The sensation rippled through her, concentrating in her core.
Another swat on the first cheek, then on the second.
These stung a little more since the flesh was already tingling.
“Tell me what you like, Tracy.” He’d moved away from the bed.
“I like it when you spank me, Steele.” Or was she supposed to call him master? She’d read some of the hot books, but those were more advanced than what they were doing here.
“Good. I like spanking you.” He was on the other side of the room. How did such a big guy move so quietly? “What else do you like?”
“Um, chocolate?” She knew what he was looking for, but she wanted to see what he’d do.
He swatted her ass, harder this time, alternating two smacks on each cheek. “Wrong answer. Try again.”
So, he was taking this seriously. She’d play along. “I like being tied to your bed. I like hearing your voice but not seeing you.”
“Am I that ugly?” He had a lighter tone to his voice this time.
“Like a troll.” She smiled.
It earned her six more spankings. These started to sting, and her cheeks felt hot, but the more he spanked, the wetter she became between her legs.
“How many can you take, sugar?”
Was he asking her for her limit? She had no idea. But she knew how to get him to relieve the ache in her slit. “I want as many as you need to give me before you’re ready to prop up my ass on pillows and slide your big, hard cock into my wet pussy.”
“Damn, Tracy. You don’t play fair.”
Arching her back, she tipped her ass up, keeping her legs together. “We can make up our own rules.”
“Hell.” The bed jiggled and he was behind her lifting her hips and spreading her knees with his thighs. He ran his hands over her legs, hips, up her back, then down to her ass. He rained a half dozen smacks on her cheeks then squeezed them in his hands.
The desire that spiked from his touch raced to her core, causing contractions deep inside her and running tingles down to her pussy lips.
He kissed her left cheek, then her right one. “Your skin is so hot.” He licked her ass cheek. “Burns my tongue.”
Her hips jerked, wanting him to lick her everywhere.
He slid a finger to her anal circle and rubbed, ran a trail with another finger down her cheek to slide into her slit.
The combination had her hips bucking, her canal clamping tight around his big finger.
“You’re wet for me.” He removed his hands and she heard the rip of foil. Seconds later, his cock head rubbed against her opening. “Wet and ready, aren’t you, sugar.”
She tried to lean back, to take him inside, but he slapped her ass.
“I’m in charge, Tracy. You’ll do what I want when I want it.”
The strength in his voice sent shimmers of lust to her belly. “Yes, sir.” It felt right giving him power over her.
“You can call me that when we do this, but I don’t want it when we’re not playing. I want us to be equals.”
There he went again, talking like there was going to be a long-term for them. “What about when I have you tied up and start whaling the hell out of your ass with a paddle?”
He laughed and the whole bed shook. “That ain’t never gonna happen, sugarbeet, so don’t worry about it.” His cock head pushed a little further into her opening. “I’ll always be in charge.”
“You think so?” She loved teasing him, but loved goading him into showing her how much he wanted her even more.
“I know so.” He slid his cock into her, slowly. “Say it. Say I’ll always be in charge.”
She wanted him to thrust into her so badly, she’d say anything. “Always, Steele. You’ll always be in charge.”
“Good girl.” He pulled his cock from her pussy and slammed back in, burying himself completely in her. He groaned.
She cried out and her core clenched around his length. Her nipples tightened and she squirmed to rub them on the sheets.
Steele smacked her cheeks once each, then began pistoning into her. “So fucking tight. Like you’re pulling me deeper, won’t let me out.”
Rocking her body, she met his pumping with a slam of her hips against his. This felt more raw, more primal than any of their other sexual positions, and she let herself get wild. Her nipples rubbed on the sheets, her body slammed into his with as much force as he thrust into hers.
“Goddamn.” He breathed for long moments. “Fucking goddamn.”
Despite her fuzzy brain, she thought how funny it was that he swore during sex. His balls slapped against her mound and she almost released her cuffs so she could touch her clit.
Steele pressed a digit against her anal opening and circled, pressing down.
The muscle tenderness from the day before worked to give her the same pleasurable ache she’d loved so much. Shivers raced from her belly up her spine then back down again. Her brain thickened and slowed, reaching for the climax she craved.
“Aw, sugar.” He reached around and found her clit, pinching it between his thumb and finger.
She went under, her mind diving beneath the surface, darkness blanketing her until her only sensation was Steele pumping into her cunt. Waves of fire washed through her, tingling along her skin and popping beads of sweat on her forehead.
He worked her clit, teased her anus, and pounded into her to a rhythm that matched her heartbeat. Slowly she surfaced, her hearing coming back as she caught the sound of Steele’s breathing, fast and fierce. Then the smell of musky sex hit her. She let out a tiny whimper.
He released her clit, slowed his strokes on her anus, and pulled his cock out of her spasming hole. She felt empty. “No, Steele, not yet.”
“We’re not done. Not by a country mile, sugar.” He picked her up and turned her to lie on her back. The chain attached to her wrists tightened and the blindfold slid up. He pulled it off her. “I want you to see me, Tracy.” He parted her legs with his thighs and pushed his shaft deep inside her core. “I want you to see who’s making love with you.”
“Steele.” Wrapping her legs around his hips, she moved with him.
He pressed her down with his body, pushed his hands under her shoulders and grasped her. He possessed her completely.
The slow slide of his cock inside her, the brush of his chest hair on her nipples, the way his eyes stayed locked with hers; how could she ever live without this? How could she be happy without him? Damn him, he made her want more than she could have.
A slow, rolling climax shifted through her and she held her breath as she sank into darkness, her body reaching higher for every lovely second of this pleasure
“Tracy.” He whispered it then closed his eyes and pumped harder, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he stiffened and came, shooting his seed into the condom, deep inside her. Long moments passed as he thrust into her, taking everything he needed from her, and giving her more than she could ever accept.
Watching as his face showed pure bliss, she melted and flowed beneath him, softly regaining her senses.
Opening his eyes again, he kissed her, easy and slow, just a taste for both of them. After pulling his cock from her and dealing with the condom, he released her wrists with a flick of his hand and rolled them both until he lay on his back and she rested on top of him.
Her body was lifeless as she lay panting, her ear pressed to his chest over his thudding heart.
They were quiet. The emotions of the moment, the impact of the connection they’d just experienced, needed no words. His fingers played with a lock of her hair.
Lost in her thoughts, she lay content, warmed by his heat. What would happen when the PR people figured out how to handle the video of her striking Steele? Would he drive her back to LA? Would he ask to see her again, or was this just an affair of convenience for him, too? Too? Yeah, that’s what it was supposed to be for her. What it would end up being scared the hell out of her.
His stomach rumbled.
She stacked her hands on his chest and rested her chin on them. “I heard that.” She smiled.
He looked at her, a slight frown on his face, as if he couldn’t figure out something important.
“Let me make you breakfast.” She tickled the bottom of his foot with her toes.
He jerked his foot away. “A big-ass breakfast?”
She found his other foot and tickled that one, too. “As big as you want, ticklish.”
“With leftovers from last night?” He bent his knees and laid his ankles over hers, pinning her feet to the bed.
“Sure.” She reached down and tickled his ribs.
He jumped and grabbed her hand. “Stop it. Men aren’t supposed to be ticklish.”
“Who says?” She slid her other hand down but he caught it and held both her hands behind her back.
“It just ain’t sexy, and if you don’t stop, I’m gonna have to keep you tied up in here indefinitely.”
The visual sent a naughty chill through her. “Promise?”
Chapter Twelve
Steele sat at the kitchen counter facing the most amazing breakfast he’d ever had. Tracy had made hash out of the leftover roast beef, fried potato patties from the mashed potatoes, and she poured mashed berries on top of pieces of her cake. Add in the fresh squeezed orange juice and coffee strong enough to brand cattle with, and he was in culinary heaven.
His cell phone rang in his bedroom. Tracy heard it and lifted her brows. “Need to get that?”
He shook his head. He knew who was calling. Last night, when he’d brought her to his bed, he’d turned off his phone, and this morning there was a message from his PR people. They’d come up with a solution to the crisis, and he needed to call them back right away. Hell, he’d come up with the solution as he and Tracy had been driving out of LA.
All they needed to do was add Tracy’s whole rant, plus her right cross to his chin, to the video. He didn’t suggest it right away, though. He’d wanted to get her alone and keep her here for a spell.
“It’s not important.” If he answered it, they’d probably have him driving to LA this morning, and he wasn’t ready to leave yet. Wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Tracy.
He patted his gut as he helped clear the dishes. “Gonna need to exercise this off.” He glanced outside. Clouds still hung low, but only a few flurries tumbled through the air. “How about a nice, cold ride?”
Her eyes narrowed. “Is this a new sex position?”
He couldn’t help but laugh. “You wish, sugarbeet.” He smacked her butt as he passed her. “Snowmobile. We can go up the mountain a ways. The trails are easy.”
“Sure.” She pressed the buttons to start the dishwasher. “What do I wear, though?”
Taking her hand, he led her to a door next to the one to the garage. He opened it to show her the dozens of jackets, snowpants, boots, gloves, and helmets in the big mudroom. Every size was available, from toddler to his own.
“Wow. Your whole family must love the snow.”
“They do. Don’t get much in our part of Texas.”
She pulled her hair into a low ponytail and slipped the hairband from her wrist to hold it in place. “Where do I start?”
He pointed to a pair of ice blue snowpants. “Start with those, then boots, jacket, gloves, and I’ll help you with a helmet.”
Rubbing her hands together, she padded to the hook with the snowpants, and got busy dressing.
Steele tugged on his pants, boots, and coat, and when he heard her swooshing toward him, he turned.
The pants were too short, but about three sizes too big around, and the red coat she choose was thick and warm, but made her arms stick out to the sides.
He laughed.
“Honey,” she sang. “Does this outfit make me look fat?”
He roared with laughter, and had to sit down on the bench.
She did a runway model’s walk away from him, then a quick turn and strolled back to him, the slippery fabric swooshing loudly.
Steele couldn’t stop laughing.
Tracy giggled. “If you even try to take a picture of me, I’ll sue.”
He held up his hands, still chuckling. “No problem there.” He stretched his legs out and leaned back against the wall. “C’mere.”
Her smile turned wicked and she looked at him from the corner of her eye. “Can’t resist a girl in a puffy suit, huh?” She did her best sexy walk toward him, which had him laughing again.
She climbed on his lap, one knee on each side of him on the bench.
“You’re adorable with all these extra inches.” He took fistfuls of her coat.
“I’ll probably have a few of those after the meals we’ve been eating.”
“We’re burning more calories than we’re taking in.” He kissed her and pressed his forehead to hers. “In the bedroom.”
“Mm. I like that kind of exercise.”
He’d love to rip off everything she’d put on and take her here on a pile of winter outerwear, but he wanted her to see the mountain, too. Sliding her across his body, he sat her on the bench. “Let’s find some boots for you.”
****
Thirty minutes later, Steele pulled his snowmobile to a stop at the farthest corner of his land.
Tracy pulled up next to him and they cut their engines.
The quiet was a relief from the whining of the motors. He tugged off his helmet and stood, saw she had hers off, and helped her up.
“Here’s where my land ends.” He pointed to red paint circling a few of the trees.
“No fences?” She looked around.
“No. The wildlife needs to run free up here. I employ a security company and they’ve got sensors and cameras up here, but I haven’t had any problems yet with trespassers.”
He took her arm and brought her to an open area, then turned her so she could look down the valley.
It was a different view than the one from the cabin, but just as beautiful.
“Steele. This is wonderful.” Her head swiveled as she took in the vista. The ski slopes, the lake, the town. It had been his second choice for cabin location. After a few minutes, she walked into the flat field of pristine snow. “Have you ever played cut the pie?”
“No.” The only kind of pie he could think of right now was... “Is that some kind of new sex position?”
She laughed and started walking away from him, around the edge of the field. “No. It’s an outdoor game.” Turning to him, she pointed to the trail she’d made through the snow. “Follow me. We’re making a circle.”
“A circle?” He’d imagined having a nice, long makeout session, maybe some oral sex in the warm sun—
“Hey, you wanted to wear off that big breakfast.” She put her hands on her puffy hips. “Look at this. I’ve got to get some exercise.”
With a grin, he followed her around the circumference of the “pie,” then through the middle four times to make eight pie-shaped wedges.
When she stopped, he walked up next to her. “Well, that was a lot of fun.” He rolled his eyes.
She swatted him with the back of her glove. “That’s just the beginning, lazy. Now we play tag.” Smacking him on the arm, she backed away, along one of the middle cross trails. “And you’re it!” She laughed and ran as fast as she could to the middle of the pie.
“You’re laughing, sugarbeet, but when I catch you...” He faked left then, when she headed that direction, ran right. She moved fast, and it took him a few minutes to get close to her. “Tricky, aren’t you.” He stood in the middle of the pie, she was on the outer circle.
“I’ve done this before.” She tipped her head. “You haven’t, so I can understand why this is so difficult for you.”
“Huh.” He took a fighting stance. “Just for that, when I catch you, you’re gonna get a face full of snow.”
“That’s if you catch me. And it doesn’t look like—”
He charged toward her and she took off to the left. He l
eapt across one of the slices, staying in the lines as ordered, and got within a yard of her.
She stopped and tried to backtrack, but he poured on all his strength and caught up to her.
Grabbing her coat, he pulled her back to him and tumbled them both onto the ground, landing first and keeping her on top of him.
A puff of snow flurried around them as they both laughed.
“You’re good, Steele. Really good.”
Lifting his head, he kissed her. “I learned everything I know about cut the pie from you.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet.” She ran one gloved finger over his chin and made a sad face. “You’re not really going to make me eat snow, are you?” She blinked a couple times.
“Jeez, you’re good at playing the manipulator.” He tucked his hands behind his head. “Just for that, I should give you a whitewash.”
“What if I do something to distract you from that terrible idea?” She bit her lip.
Heat raced to his groin. “Just what kind of a distraction did you have in mind?”
With a slow smile curving her lips, she eased down his body until her face was at his hips.
His groin jerked as blood filled his cock.
She unzipped his fly. “How about a little game of deep throat?”
“Tracy, sugar, anytime you wanna play games, you come find me.”
****
An hour later, Tracy stood at the kitchen stove stirring cocoa mix into milk in a pan over a low flame. Her grandmother had taught her this trick when she’d come to visit, which hadn’t been very often.
After they’d come inside and stripped off their outerwear, Steele excused himself and went to check his phone.
When the cocoa mix just started to steam, she poured it into two mugs and carried them upstairs to his room.
“I can’t do it. Not with him.” His voice snapped with anger.
She peeked in.
He paced in front of the windows, his hand fisted as he walked. “There’s got to be something else. Another place we can accomplish the same—”
Switching the phone to his other ear, he ran his hand over his hair. “I know. I heard you the first time. But let me ask around for—” He stopped and pressed the bottom of his hand to his forehead. “Rex approved it? How far has it gone?” He paced again. “Fucking shit. Goddamn fucking bullshit. I won’t be on the same stage with that...” He held the phone away from his ear and shouted. “Tell Rex to call me. Now.”
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