Protected by a Dangerous Man

by Cleo Peitsche

  And he did it hard.

  Searing pain knocked the wind out of my chest, and my upper body lifted off the bed. Corbin pressed a large palm between my shoulder blades, forcing me down flat again.

  Holding my neck down, he punished my buttocks, one after the other, making a nice rhythm, sometimes hitting a spot several times. I couldn’t predict any of it.

  “Ooh,” I breathed.

  He gave a stiff-armed slap to my bruised butt, and I grunted.

  Then he was spreading my legs apart. I could tell he was bending down, and a moment later his teeth bit into the curve of my ass. It was in the same spot where he’d spanked me the hardest, and my skin was tender.

  The whimper hissing through my gritted teeth turned into a horrified, pleading mewl as Corbin licked from my pussy up to where his fingers held me open.

  “Don’t,” I said. “It’s gross.”

  “If it were gross, I wouldn’t be doing it,” he said with a growl. “I was only going to get you nice and wet, but I think you need to be taught a lesson.”

  Oh, no. I closed my eyes, cursing myself for running my big mouth.

  “Hold yourself open,” he ordered. “Put your hands right where mine are.”

  It killed me, but I did as he asked. “I feel like an idiot.”

  Corbin flicked his tongue over my clit, making me shiver. My legs and butt clenched. Unfortunately, there was plenty of cushioning between my skin and the muscle, and I was digging into it.

  No way was that a flattering look.

  I would have eased up my grip, but then I considered that Corbin was already set to punish me for several infractions, and I didn’t need to add to the list. Anyway, how much could he really see by candlelight?

  Corbin’s tongue pressed into my slit, and I moaned with pleasure. I felt my pussy trying to squeeze him.

  “Someone needs to be fucked,” he rumbled. “And you will be.”

  The husky promise almost gave me an orgasm.

  “But not yet.” The vibrations from his voice made me tingle in all the right places. I found myself wishing he would continue talking.

  He sucked my folds into his mouth. Pulses of arousal shot through my core. They ricocheted, growing in intensity with every passing second.

  Then his tongue was delving into my slit again. He made a pleased sound as if he loved how I tasted, and his hands covered mine, making sure I continued to hold myself open for him.

  I loved how strong his hands were. If I’d known how much fun dominant men were, I could have saved myself a lot of mediocre sex.

  Then and there, I decided that at some point in the next few days, I’d spontaneously tell him just how much I appreciated his bedroom skills. Because I did. I was addicted to his particular brand of fucking.

  Telling him was the least I could do.

  And then Corbin ruined everything by starting to lick his way toward places he wasn’t supposed to go.

  I tried to jerk away, but Corbin made a low, threatening growl. His fingers tightened over mine, and the metal of the engagement ring dug into my skin. I understood that unless I used my safe word, this was going to happen.

  It was humiliating, and Corbin was flirting with the edges of what I could endure, but it didn’t merit ending things for the night.

  Plus, if I did that, I wouldn’t get the sex I’d been promised.

  I needed that sex. So I squeezed my eyes and endured it while Corbin licked his way to my pucker. He took his time, too, making sure to stretch out every humiliating second.

  Finally he pressed a kiss to my lower back. “It’s so hot when you’re submissive for me,” he said.

  “Glad you like it,” I grumbled.

  Corbin slapped my butt, both cheeks, and I sucked in a breath. He was going to take my ass—I could tell by the way he touched me.

  When the swollen head of his cock bumped against my hole, I bit down on my lip.

  “It’s ok, baby,” Corbin said. “I have a lifetime to fuck you roughly, but right now, I’m going to go slow.”

  “Even slow, it’s still going to hurt,” I said.

  “It will.” He shifted his weight, breached my ass with the head of his cock, then pressed himself in deeper, demanding that my body accept him. My fingers and toes cramped. The tips of my ears turned hot.

  Corbin worked his hand under my hips to slide a finger into my pussy, the heel of his palm rocking against my clit, and my whole face flushed.

  He paused when he was deep inside me. “We have four days,” he said. “I’m going to tie you up tonight and fuck you over and over, see if we can’t take the edge off this.”

  The way he said it, I could tell he didn’t think it was possible to take the edge off. The more he touched me, the more I wanted him. All the orgasms did was get me wetter.

  He fucked my ass, slowly and tenderly, and yeah, it hurt as my tight body stretched around his girth, but he made me come, then made me come again, and when I was out of my mind, delirious with pleasure, he pulled out.

  Gasping, I helplessly let him turn me over. He opened a drawer in the bedside table and pulled out a dark coil. When he leaned over me, a length of rope spilled over my breasts. It was silky, sensual, and my nipples hardened.

  Within seconds, my wrists were tied securely to the bedposts.

  He hadn’t gotten off even once.

  I watched in frustration as he disappeared into the bathroom.

  Chapter 35

  The rope squeaked as I tugged, but I couldn’t get free. A few minutes later, Corbin returned. He smelled faintly of woodsy shower gel.

  “I’m going to do this right,” he said. “All that come, in your pussy where it belongs.” He leaned on the bed, one foot on the floor, the other knee on the sheets, and turned my head toward his hips as he thrust forward.

  Already my mouth was open, my tongue stretching to taste him. His cock was warm from the water he’d used to clean himself. I accepted every swollen inch he fed me—which wasn’t every inch he had.

  He wanted to finish in my pussy? Well, I wanted him to finish in my mouth. I wanted to make him lose control.

  But then he rubbed my clit, and I arched, my bound arms pulling against the restraints, my mouth desperately sucking him as an orgasm rose to his fingertips.

  “Come for me,” he ordered, and I did, my torso thrashing as I impaled my mouth and throat on his length, making myself gag but unable to pull back.

  Then he was kneeling between my legs, his cock forcefully claiming my pussy.

  Corbin was too big, too long, and when he took me like this, it hurt so good. I writhed underneath him as his flesh slapped wetly against mine.

  His lips teased my mouth open as he thrust even deeper, and I cried out.

  “Yes, baby, like that,” he said, kissing my open mouth. The deepness of his voice seemed to wrap around me and hold tight. His kiss was sloppy, possessive, and we orgasmed together, a grunting, sweaty explosion.

  Little aftershocks coursed through me, and Corbin’s cock pulsed with every squeeze. I expected him to pull out, to sit back and admire his handiwork. After all, he loved watching my pussy drip with his come.

  But he stayed where he was, kissing me.

  My fiancé.

  I started grinning.

  “What’s so funny?” Corbin asked.

  “Nothing. I’m happy, that’s all.”

  He pushed up on one elbow. “That’s all?” he repeated, looking amused as he stroked an errant curl behind my ear. “It’s a trivial thing, your happiness?”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “I do, but I’m going to make it my life’s mission to keep you happy.” He dipped back down for another kiss, and arousal rushed across my skin, along my nerves.

  He was still inside me, but I wanted more. I pressed my hips up and squeezed my inner muscles. Already, he’d recovered some; I could feel that.

  Corbin groaned, and his cock was getting harder by the second. He didn’t wait until he was fully erec
t to start rocking his hips, little thrusts that became longer as his sex swelled inside me.

  I was drenched. My eyes fluttered shut as Corbin fucked me harder and harder. He pinched my nipples, pulling an unexpected orgasm out of me, then thrusting home until his body shook.

  This time he pulled out after coming, and a gush of wetness flooded over my buttocks. The hungry look on Corbin’s face made my pussy squeeze, and the need for release began to build again.

  “Do you want more?” he asked, dipping a finger into my dripping hole.

  “Yes,” I said. “Please fuck me.” I pulled against the ropes and twisted my hips. His cock, I noticed, hadn’t gotten fully soft.

  Sooner than I ever would have thought, he was inside me again, demanding orgasms I was happy to give. He took his time, fucked me hard, then finished just before I came again.

  I tried to wrap my legs around him, but he pulled out. I groaned. “You’re killing me.”

  “What’s the hurry?” he asked, his attention between my legs. “We have all night.”

  Then he was kissing me, his sleeping cock nestled on my dripping pussy. The second he got hard again, he showed me what it meant to be tied up for a man’s pleasure. I learned how it felt to be pumped full.

  He showed me over and over.

  When I woke the next morning, I was alone in bed. The temperature had dropped overnight, but a pile of blankets kept me warm.

  Heavy footsteps came up the stairs. The door opened, and Corbin backed into the room, a tray in his hands. He was wearing a blue flannel shirt and jeans that hugged his muscular legs and ass. All that spectacular thrusting power, and he knew exactly how to harness it. He’d fucked me seven or eight times before I’d begged for mercy, then he’d fucked me once more.

  I was going to be sore for a week, and it was going to feel so good.

  He turned toward me, and I saw thick slices of bread, piled high. There was also a coffee mug that would contain hot chocolate if I was lucky.

  A sense of déjà vu swept across me, taking me back to the weekend Corbin had saved my life. The first time I’d seen who had rescued me had been much like this. Back then, he’d brought me soup—which I had thought might be poisoned—and freshly baked bread.

  I pulled my hands out from under the covers. My fingers weren’t bandaged; instead, the fire of the engagement ring caught my eye.

  I stared at it. Was any of this real?

  Then I pulled myself up to sitting and felt that my entire lower body was drenched with Corbin’s come. Heaven help us if my birth control ever failed.

  “Good morning, baby,” Corbin said in a deep, rumbling growl as he set the tray on the bedside table. There were two plates, two forks and knives. Only one mug, though. “We slept in too late for the hike I’d planned, so we’ll do a shorter loop in the afternoon.”

  “Sure,” I said. I could smell the hot chocolate. I reached for the mug.

  “Don’t burn yourself.”

  I blew on the dark surface before taking a sip. Decadent chocolate swirled over my taste buds. Thirsty, I drank deeper and lightly scalded my tongue. I set the mug back on the tray and sighed in frustration. We hadn’t eaten dinner, and I was starving.

  “No good?” he asked.

  “It’s perfect,” I said. “Rich and smooth, but too fucking hot.”

  One corner of Corbin’s mouth turned up.

  “I wasn’t talking in code about you,” I protested.

  He kneeled on the bed, coming onto his hands over me. I slid down beneath him, my gaze fixed on his gorgeous face, the stubble darkening his square jaw. In the morning light, his blue-green eyes were hypnotic.

  “I love you, baby.” Then he kissed me, and I knew it wasn’t a dream.

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