by Mari Carr
Becca’s eyes drifted closed, so he took advantage of the moment, studying her face. On the surface, she looked blissful, relaxed, happy. But the crease in her forehead told him that while she enjoyed this act, part of her was still fighting against what he was offering.
“Open your eyes.”
She obeyed instantly and Parker’s cock thickened even more.
She groaned. “God.” The word escaped on a breath.
Something told him this hard-on wasn’t going anywhere soon. He’d wanted Becca Preston for years, and while he knew his condition was going to get a lot worse before it got better, he couldn’t resist trying to take a bit of the edge off.
He pulled her long auburn hair to one side and placed a kiss on her neck, tugging her tresses hard enough to get her attention. Her breasts were so close he could feel her tight nipples against his chest. He intended to spend hours feasting on those sweet cherries later.
“I’m going to fuck you tonight after the show, Becca. I’m going to take you back to my place and spend hours pounding myself into this tight, hot pussy of yours.”
“No. Now is all you get.”
Parker nipped her shoulder, then shook his head. “Now is just an appetizer.” He pressed inside her one last time, deeper and with more force than he’d used all night.
She gasped, thrusting her hips forward, offering a silent invitation for more.
He sucked in a deep breath and gritted his teeth. Time to regroup.
Stepping away from her was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. When he stripped off the condom and tossed it in a trashcan, Becca’s response was true to character.
She went from aroused to enraged in a split second. “What the fuck are you doing? What kind of game is this?”
“This isn’t a game, Bec. It never will be.”
He retrieved his robe and put it back on before slipping the belt from her wrists. Parker half expected her to attack him, beat the shit out of him. His deep grinding in her body had only fueled her desire for more. Now he was withholding the treat, forcing her to wait.
Becca reached toward his cock, obviously intent on finishing. He gripped her upper arm tightly, shaking his head. “No. Not now. Not here.”
“I’m not going home with you.”
“Actually, you are. I don’t care if I have to drag you there by your pretty red hair. You’re not calling the shots, queen, and you’re not denying us this anymore.”
“Get over yourself, Hollywood.”
She turned away from him, reaching for her t-shirt. Instead, he grasped the nightie that would serve as her costume and held it up for her to see. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“You can’t seriously think I’m still going through with this sham.”
“It’s not a sham to Emma. The show is sold-out. Would you really let her down because your pride won’t let you admit something we both know is true?”
For a moment, Parker feared she would. She was angrier than he’d ever seen her. He’d cornered her and, like a wet cat, her claws were unleashed and ready to draw blood.
“Give me the fucking nightgown.”
He didn’t hand it to her. Instead, he stepped closer and pulled the sheer black silk over her head. It was low-cut with thin straps and it only covered her to mid-thigh.
She gasped when she glanced down. “I can’t wear this in public.”
Parker grinned at her horrified tone, and then he led her to the dressing mirror. Pushing her in front of him, he forced her to look at herself. “You’re sexy. Sin incarnate. Every man out there will want to touch you, to take you.”
Her nipples budded, poking through the thin material. Unable to resist, he wrapped his arms around her and took them between his fingers.
“But they can’t have you. You belong to me. And I’m going to prove that to each and every one of them tonight on that stage.”
Becca’s chest rose and fell rapidly, but she didn’t resist his touch.
“I love your tits. So full and firm.” He applied pressure to her tight nipples, pinching harder until she moaned.
Becca leaned against him. He grasped her waist and pulled her ass closer, letting her feel his erection, his undeniable desire.
Her gaze found his through their reflections in the mirror.
“You didn’t have to stop. Do it now. Finish this,” she whispered.
He grinned. “No time. The show must go on.”
Her temper flared and she shook her head. “Fuck the show. Fuck me.”
God. She’d be a magnificent lover, fire and ice—the combination was irresistible. “We can’t let Emma down.”
Time was running short. He had a definite plan for the performance, for tonight.
“Bend over. Rest your elbows on the dressing table.”
Becca quickly assumed the position, clearly expecting him to deliver. He ran his hand over her bare ass cheeks.
Tonight was just the beginning. He was going to learn everything about her—inside and out. She sucked in a deep breath when his fingers stroked along her slit and she opened her legs, silently urging him to take her again.
He slipped his fingers to her pussy. She was so fucking wet and hot. It took every ounce of strength he possessed not to slide his cock back in.
Instead, he dipped one finger in, then two. Becca shifted, shoving her hips toward him, begging for more. He didn’t take her up on the offer. After a dozen strokes, he pulled away despite her cries for him to continue.
“Later.”
Becca dropped her head to her hands. “Please, Parker. I can’t make it.”
He caressed her ass for only a moment, then he lifted his palm and brought it down hard.
She jerked at his unexpected spanking, but made no move to escape the blows he continued to rain down on her firm flesh. She whispered, “yes” after one particularly hard slap.
Once again, Becca’s hips began to move in time, seeking out more stimulation. He brought the spanking to a halt and she lost it.
“Goddammit! Stop teasing me. Fucking fuck me!”
“No.” He ran his hand over her ass, enjoying the heat, the flush. He wondered if her red bottom would be noticeable to the audience members closest to the stage.
Reaching for the bag he’d left on the dressing table earlier, he retrieved the surprises he’d tucked away. While he couldn’t fuck Becca on stage, he intended to see that she felt fucked. Keeping his palm closed, he was careful to hide his toy.
Becca didn’t appear very interested in his actions anyway. Her face was pressed to the table, her eyes closed, her breathing coming in loud, anguished pants. She was working overtime to rein in her needs.
She didn’t move until she felt the tip of the small vibrator at the opening to her pussy. Her head jerked up and she captured his gaze. “What—”
“It’s a vibrator.” He pushed the small egg-shaped toy completely inside. “It’s part of your costume.”
“I can’t wear that out there.”
He grinned. “The costume is non-negotiable.”
She frowned. “Listen, Hollywood—”
“No. You listen. This scene is going down the way I say.” He returned to the bag and pulled out the device that would be tucked in the pocket of his robe. He held it up for her to see, then flicked a button, powering the toy to low speed.
Becca gasped. “Oh my God.”
The pulsing of the vibrator would keep her aroused, interested, but it wasn’t enough to push her into climax. That wouldn’t come until he increased the speed. He grinned. That button wasn’t going to be pushed until they were on the stage.
“Ready for the last part of your costume.”
Becca’s eyes were glazed, her face flushed from pent-up needs. “No more. I can’t—”
“You can.”
He grabbed the last two items in the bag—lubrication and…
“Oh hell no.” For the first time since she’d bent over the table, Becca made a serious attempt to get aw
ay.
Parker restrained her, pressing her chest tight against the surface, holding her there. “Stop fighting this. You can’t win.”
She obviously didn’t give a shit as she continued to struggle. Parker covered her with his body, caging her beneath him as he leaned close and whispered in her ear. “Hold still and I’ll give you an orgasm before we go onstage. Keep resisting and I’ll make sure you don’t come for the rest of the night.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
Her eyelids lowered when she made the confession he didn’t need to hear. “I don’t…I’ve never…”
“I know, queen.” He didn’t say more when she bit her lip, then nodded once.
He placed the tube of lubrication at her ass and squeezed, then worked the fluid into her tight hole. He didn’t want to rush things, didn’t want to hurt her. Unfortunately, time was not their friend. The curtain would rise on their show soon and the success of it depended on how he handled things now…behind the scenes.
She remained motionless as he worked to stretch her too-tight muscles. Ordinarily he would never push a new lover so far, so fast, but Becca’s fantasy spoke to him. Told him she needed someone to force her to these heights. She’d spent a lifetime pushing men away due to fear of rejection. After too many years of pain and loneliness caused by her father’s infidelities, she needed a strong man to show her exactly why she was worth fighting for.
Becca’s diligence, her determination to remain aloof and safe, must have been exhausting. Now she dreamed of someone she could trust taking control. He intended to be that man.
Once she’d adjusted to the invasion of one finger in her ass, he upped the ante, adding another to the mix. She gasped, but didn’t refuse him.
“You’re going to give me this too, Bec. All of you. I’m claiming it all—your pussy, your ass, your mouth.” He paused, then went for broke. “Your heart. Your soul.”
She chuckled mirthlessly. “Keep dreaming, Hollywood.”
With every refusal, every sarcastic comment, she simply fueled his determination to win her over. Every second in this room had proven to him just how much he truly loved her.
Soon, she relaxed, her body accepting the harder thrusting of his two fingers in her ass.
A knock on the door caught him unaware. Becca jerked, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he kept pushing his fingers into her body. The idea that they could be caught clearly appealed to Becca. Her ass clenched and she reached down to touch her clit, seeking more stimulation. Parker didn’t bother to stop her. It was too fucking hot.
The knock came again as Shea’s voice sounded through the wood. “Ten minutes, you two.”
“Okay,” he called out.
Parker removed his fingers as Becca groaned.
“You said you’d—”
“I know what I promised, Bec.” He retrieved the plug from the table and slowly started to press it into her ass. It wasn’t terribly large, more a beginner’s toy, but it was definitely larger than his fingers.
Becca continued to stroke her clit, her breathing becoming heavier, louder.
Once the toy was fully lodged, he grasped her upper arm and pulled her upright. Her fingers slipped away from her clit.
“Wait. I’m close.”
He pushed her hand away when she started to touch herself again. She wasn’t going to bring herself to pleasure while he was in the room. Fuck that. She was his and now was the time to drive that point home.
He lifted her up onto the dressing table, enjoying her surprised “ah” when her new position pushed the butt plug deeper. He kissed her roughly, loving Becca’s heated response. She cupped his face and held his lips to hers, unwilling to take a chance on him escaping again.
Using the lubrication still lingering on his fingers, Parker parted his robe and began to stroke his cock. His knuckles grazed Becca’s thighs as he worked the rock-hard flesh. There was no way he could go on stage like this.
Becca released him, looking down. He forced himself to ignore the hungry look in her eyes and the way she licked her lips, otherwise he’d be pushing her to her knees in front of him right now. They definitely didn’t have time for that.
With his free hand, he caressed her clit, gradually increasing the pressure until Becca was squirming on the table. He recognized every time her motions jarred the plug or drove the vibrator against a hot spot in her pussy. She would whimper, her eyelashes fluttering.
Another knock at the door. “Five minutes,” Shea called.
They both ignored her. Parker was too close to coming to spare the breath to respond and he wasn’t entirely sure Becca had even heard. She was rubbing her ass against the table, while forcing his fingers on her clit to keep a steady, fast beat. He mimicked the pace with his palm against his dick.
Becca began to tremble. She was there. So fucking close.
He pushed two fingers inside her, shoving the vibrator against her G-spot.
She jerked and cried out. “God. Fuck. Yes.”
Her hand covered his as he stroked his cock, urging him to find release with her.
“Pull up that nightie, Bec. I want to see my come on your stomach, your tits.”
She lifted the silky material, baring her beautiful body to him. He pressed the vibrator deeper, stroking her clit with his thumb.
It was the last nail in her coffin. Becca’s pussy muscles clenched against him as she fell, headfirst into her orgasm. He was right beside her, groaning as he erupted, his come shooting out in hard spurts that covered her smooth, tanned skin.
Both of them held still as they tried to recover. The silent room was filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing and the unbearably loud pounding of Parker’s heart racing in his ears.
There was nothing Parker wanted more than to drag Becca back to his place for more of the same. He’d never get enough of this, of her.
Unfortunately, one look at her face as she slowly came to told him the battle wasn’t over, the war not yet won. Her gaze was troubled, her expression morphing from bliss to confusion to that same goddamn spine-stiffening denial he’d grown far too used to.
“Well, that was pleasant.” Her voice was pure sarcasm, the tone meant to push him away.
She’d erected her walls once more. Fine. He didn’t expect this to be easy. And he still had more weapons at his disposal.
“Yes. It was.”
She frowned at his casual response, the glower darkening when he picked up a towel and wiped her stomach clean, removing all the evidence of their incredible sexual encounter.
“Take the toys out.”
He shook his head. “Nope.” He helped her stand, then he bent over to tug a sexy pair of panties onto her. They matched her lingerie and would help hold the plug and vibrator in place.
Parker belted his robe and placed the remote to the vibrator in the pocket, making certain Becca saw him.
Cold feet emerged as Becca bit her lip nervously and glanced toward the door. “This isn’t going to work. You never set the scene, told me what we were going to do out there.”
He cupped her cheek with one hand, placing a soft kiss on her lips. “Haven’t you figured it out yet, Bec? I’m going to capture you, make you mine.”
“And I’m just supposed to let you?”
He smiled. “You can play it however you want, but the end result will be the same.”
“Oh yeah? How is it going to end?”
Parker clasped her hand and tugged her toward the door. The sound of Emma announcing the beginning of the show came through the speakers.
“Tonight…under the lights…you’re going to belong to me. Completely.”
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