by Bobbi Brattz
“You can choose, Rae. Let me touch you, or you touch yourself, but either way, you’re not leaving my bed.”
“I don’t want you.”
He grinned with a knowing look in his eyes.
“I beg to differ. The way your nipples have hardened, your heart racing, your eyes full of craving, shows me that you want me in the worst way. That whorish display at the dinner table was enough to prove just how much. You’re just too stubborn to admit it.”
“You lie!”
He looked down where her breasts brushed against his hard chest and snickered.
“You might lie to yourself and to me, but your body tells the truth. Your pussy is probably dripping with juice. You want me to fill your channel with my cock until you can’t help but cry out. If you won’t admit it to me, at least admit it to yourself.”
Indeed, Rae’s body was wild with need for him, and she wanted him to plunge deep within until she screamed to the rafters in ecstasy. But her mind refused to budge.
“Get off me.”
His slow smile as he stared down at her didn’t bode well for her, but he did get up and cross the room to the dresser and shelf, bringing back a few toys to show her.
“Remember these, beauty? You loved having them inside you. If you refuse me, you won’t refuse them. I can smell your desire so strong it tickles my senses. Strip down, Rae. It’s time for you to play.
“I’m not having sex with you.”
“I didn’t say you would, only that you need to fulfill that mad desire within. Do you want me to strip you down?”
“No!” She sat up and leaned back against the headboard. As she bit her lip, she wondered what would happen if she gave in just this once and pleasured herself in front of him. The erotic image of his reaction made her senses whirl.
“You promise to keep your hands to yourself?”
His nod prompted her to slip the garters free. She slipped one stocking down at a time, kicking each shoe off before removing it. Next, she undid the ties on the front of the teddy and let the straps fall down over her shoulders then pushed it aside as he watched, her eyes never leaving his. She wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, and his appreciative gaze stimulated her pussy until it felt like a billion butterflies fluttering about in her belly.
“You are so beautiful, Rae. I love looking at your body.”
“Looking is fine,” she said in a low, husky tone. She lay back on the pillows and held out her hand for the dildo.
He handed her the purple pleasure instrument and then the vibrator.
“Would you like me to insert it?”
“Only if you keep your hands off me.”
“I can do that.”
At her nod, he parted her lips and began to push the instrument gently up into her. Moans of bliss escaped as she watched him. Only his breathing was louder. Once it was in place, he turned it on at a low speed and picked up the anal beads.
“These, too?”
Already feeling immense pleasure, she nodded, speechless.
Mateo took the lubricant and coated the beads then looked at her in query.
“I should prep the entrance. May I?”
Again, she nodded, gripping the dildo in her fist as she watched him.
After he poured the clear gel into his palm, he pressed it inside her anus and inserted a finger to cover the channel. She cried out at the sheer pleasure of it but held back, wanting to see how far he could be tested.
I want nothing more that to have him take me whether I want him to or not, but I have to remain strong. That look in his eyes, the heat of it fills my very soul as he…oh…as he prepares me. He’s probably thinking about his cock as it sinks deep within me. The fact that I forbid him to do so is driving him crazy. He deserves that.
A second finger found its home, then a third until she was writhing on the bed. When he pulled out his fingers and inserted the beads, she nearly groaned in frustration. Mateo turned the power on low and sat back to watch her.
He nodded toward the dildo she held in a death grip, her nipples so taut she thought they’d burst free from her chest.
“Now what are you going to do with that?”
“I want to suck it. The fact that it’s so real-looking makes me want to take it down my throat, deep down my throat.”
“It won’t replace the real thing, Rae, but you can try.”
He left the bed once again and came back with a large fluffy feather.
“What’s that for?” Her voice was hoarse as she rode the waves of pleasure.
“You don’t want me to touch you, but your body is craving it, so I’m going to help you.”
She saw his hardness bulging against his shorts and stared at it.
“Would you like me to be naked, Rae? Do you want to see him?”
At her nod, he removed his shorts and circled his cock in his fist, stroking it back and forth slowly.
“I can find a great deal of pleasure as well, Rae. Watch how I give him what he wants while you remain untouched.”
She swallowed hard and stared at the pre-cum dripping at the tip of the head, recalling the salty taste of him. She placed the head of the dildo in her mouth and began to lick and suck at it.
It’s not the same. I want him in my mouth, in my pussy. Damn it, I hate feeling so helpless!
Mateo lay down beside her, propped up on his arm, and continued to stroke his cock, watching her eyes as she inserted the dildo deeper. She knew he could see how much she wanted him but refused to give in to her body’s demands.
“Watch, Rae. Watch how your body responds to the slightest touch. You want me inside you. Only I can please you. Toys are just a temporary fulfillment. Think about him pulsing within you, throbbing as I thrust my hips over and over again until you are screaming in reaction. See how he aches for you.
She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock as she shoved the dildo down her throat, back and forth until she was ready to reach that spot of bliss herself, yet something held her back.
“Yes, imagine him tickling the back of your throat, his cum coating your mouth as he builds up to release. You want him to come in your mouth, Rae. You can feel him deep inside begging you to bring him to ecstasy. Take him all, Rae. Take him deep.
Damn his sexy voice. I want him more with every word.
His words worked their usual magic as she closed her eyes and pictured his cock in place of the dildo as well as in her pussy. She needed him, wanted him, desired his touch.
When Mateo began to tickle her breasts with the tip of the large feather, she cried out around the dildo and reached for her nub, trying to end the torture, yet always she was one step away from release.
Please, please, please, let me come. I want to show him I don’t need him to have an orgasm.
As soon as she reached down to turn up the vibrator, he grasped her wrist to stop her.
“No. You will take it slow and let it build. Nothing has to be rushed, Rae.” He went back to pumping his cock, shifting his hips so it hovered above her belly.
“Do you want me, Rae?”
Whimpering, she shook her head.
“Liar. I’m going to come all over your belly. You’ll feel his heat, his craving for you. Remember how good it felt to have him so deep inside you as he shot hot seed into your pussy, Rae? You loved it. We made a child with my sperm. Remember that, Rae?
She turned to look away and removed the dildo, squirming on the mattress.
“Watch him as he gets close, Rae. He’s looking for your body. The way he fills you is what he misses, what you miss. I’m going to come, Rae. Watch him.”
Unable to help herself, she turned back to see what he was doing and cried out as hot juices coated her belly. Her eyes shot up to see his face in wonder as he threw back his head and groaned in pleasure. The veins in his throat stood out from the pressure as he continued to pump his hand, squeezing every drop. There was nothing more beautiful to her that seeing his joy.
“Rub it into your skin, Rae. I
magine that cream filling you. The tiny sperm diving deep, begging for one single egg to impregnate. They want you, Rae. All of you.”
As instructed, she placed her hand on top of the hot cream and rubbed it into her skin, the feeling so erotic she moved closer to the precipice. However, as she watched him, he stood and walked toward the bathroom, leaving her alone on the bed, unfinished, unfulfilled. The pleasure of seeking release was gone, and she removed the toys, heading to the bathroom after him to wash them.
He stood in the shower, water streaming down his face and shoulders outlined in the glass. She wanted to be with him, to have him wash her body, but he was oblivious to her.
Angry at herself for caring what he could give her sexually, she left the room, replaced the instruments on the shelf and walked back to her room to take a shower.
Hot tears flowed down her cheeks as she stood under the stream as she realize how much she missed the feeling of him touching her. The way he’d just ignored her afterward and walked away like nothing had happened hurt her to the core.
Even without him touching her body, he’d had sex with her in every way possible. Mentally he had bonded with her and shared himself.
Frustrated, she turned the water off and grabbed a towel, patting the spot where he’d come on her with a gentle touch. When she looked into the mirror, she was startled to see pain in her eyes.
There is no way I’ll give my heart to him again. He’s abused it, and I’m over him.
“Liar!” her reflection shouted back.
Throwing the towel on the rack, she went back to her bed and lay down to stare up at the ceiling.
Even when he doesn’t touch me, I’m his in every way. Damn his miserable hide!
Rae blew out a breath of vexation and groaned, covering her eyes with her palms. Damn his gorgeous, hard-muscled, irresistible hide to hell!
* * * *
As Mateo stood in the shower, he felt like putting his fist through a wall. It was the hardest thing in the world for him to walk away from her, yet he’d do it again to prove she was wrong to deny him access to her body.
We’re meant to be together! Never have I felt such chemistry with a woman. The only way I know to get her to stay and marry me is to seduce her. There has to be another option. I don’t want her to live here because she has no other choice, and I want my child with all my heart…just as I want her.
Fists clenched, Mateo rested his forehead on the cool shower tiles and wondered who he could talk to about his dilemma. Piers was definitely not the right person to ask.
“Moki!”
Grim determination set in as he turned off the shower then dried his body on the run. He had an idea and prayed that Moki wasn’t as angry with him now. Rushing to the phone, he called her.
“Aloha,” a man answered.
“Aloha, Brad. It’s Mateo. Can I talk to Moki?”
“I’m sorry, Mateo, but Moki said if you called, she wouldn’t speak to you for any reason.”
“Please, just ask her to come to the phone. She doesn’t have to say a word, only listen. Then, if she doesn’t like what I have to say, I’ll just hang up and be done with it.”
“I don’t know…”
“Please, Brad. I’m in a real bind, and it has nothing to do with my lousy cooking.”
Mateo added a little humor to his tone, yet he felt desperate to speak to his longtime friend and council. Moki was the only person who’d ever stood up to him and told him when he was out of line. She was always bang on about it, too.
“I’ll ask her, Mateo, but don’t get your hopes up.”
After taking a deep breath, Mateo listened to the voices in the background. Moki didn’t sound impressed. A few moments later, Brad picked up the phone again.
“I’m sorry, Mateo. She said no. I tried.”
Defeat tasted sour in his throat. Mateo closed his eyes and dropped his head back on his shoulders.
“Brad. Thanks for trying. Tell her…tell her that she’s always been right. I know that now, and I’m truly sorry for being such a jerk. If she ever decides to forgive me, her job will be waiting. I miss her friendship most though. It’s just not the same around here without her. Aloha.”
Rather than wait for Brad to say good-bye, Mateo hung up and sat down hard on the edge of the mattress. After he dressed, he headed to his office to spend the afternoon drowning his sorrows. Never had he felt so helpless, and that scared him.
* * * *
“Hello, Moki.”
Rae was welcomed with a big hug by the maternal woman, who had to wipe tears from her cheeks as soon as she stepped back.
“Aloha, Ku’uipo, I’ve missed you.”
A stab of pain brought tears to Rae’s eyes as she responded. “I’m not a model anymore, Moki. Please don’t call me that.”
“Model? What do you mean?”
The confusion in Moki’s gaze surprised Rae. “You called me Ku’uipo. That mean’s model, doesn’t it?”
The deep, sultry laughter that preceded Moki’s response was a joy to hear, but Moki’s response stunned Rae.
“Dear, Ku’uipo means ‘sweetheart,’ not model. Where did you get the idea it meant that?”
With a shrug, Rae tried to hide her expression, but Moki saw through her.
“Mateo told you it meant model, didn’t he?”
Rae dropped her gaze, feeling her cheeks burn. All the times he’d called her Ku’uipo had been an endearment.
“Why would he do such a thing, Moki? I’m just another woman in a long line of them, and as soon as he tires of me, I’ll be gone.”
“Come and sit down and I’ll pour us some iced tea. We have a lot to talk about!” Her laughter made Rae feel much better. While Moki went to the kitchen, Rae thought about the times Mateo had used the word. It was usually when he was seducing her, making love to her, or trying to talk her into doing something she balked at. “Here you go, dear. Now, tell me what’s been happening since I left.”
Moki sat beside Rae and listened with intent as Rae explained what had gone on in her life and how Mateo refused to let her stay in Canada.
“The other thing I need to tell you might make you think poorly of me, Moki.”
The sweet woman leaned forward and took Rae’s shaky hand in hers. Eyes full of compassion, she shook her head.
“Nothing you can say will make me think that of you, Rae. I know you love them both, but Mateo holds a special place in your heart. For that entire week I watched you all. Piers loves you, and Mateo doesn’t know what to think of the feelings you arouse in him.”
“Arouse! That’s the problem. The only thing Mateo wants from me is mind-bending sex and lots of it. He doesn’t have any feelings for me, and I refuse to place myself in a loveless marriage.”
“But he does love you. Can’t you see it in his eyes? He’s never kept a woman at his home or even for a period of more than a few days in the resort or anywhere else. Don’t you see? Mateo loves you to distraction. He’s furious with his best friend because you shower Piers with the attention that Mateo craves. As for his heart, he’s so tangled up with confusion because he’s never been in love before. He doesn’t know how to handle it.”
“That’s what you call love? Moki, the man does all kinds of kink—” Her face flushed with the heat of molten lava as she realized what she almost told Moki.
“Ku’uipo, he is afraid. Men like Mateo are so strong minded, they think they can handle any situation, yet here you come along and suddenly he doesn’t have a clue as to how to make you love him back. Mateo has no idea that you can’t force someone to love you. Take another look at him, Rae. You might see more there than he shows you.”
“I…Moki, I’m not sure I want to see what else is there. He scares the crap out of me when he’s so forceful.”
Moki’s eyes widened for a moment, and then anger filled them as she squeezed Rae’s hand harder.
“Did he hurt you physically?”
“Oh, Moki, no! Not forceful in that sense.
It’s just that Mateo gets whatever he wants and I can’t always resist him. He’s relentless when he’s in pursuit.”
Relief filled Moki’s gaze, and she released Rae’s hand.
“Thank goodness. Listen, Rae, I have an idea how you can force his hand. Pay close attention and you’ll soon see the brick wall he’s put up around him come down and all his emotions be revealed to you. Here’s what you need to do…”
Chapter 16:
One Brick at a Time
Rae had gone out, against his wishes, in a cab earlier in the day while Mateo sat in his office, passed out at his desk. Before he could wake up enough to realize she was leaving, and stop her, she took off.
When she came back a few hours later, she smiled sweetly at him then went straight to her room. Anger at her defiance only set him off on another bottle of brandy since he felt helpless to do anything else.
When the doorbell rang, Mateo was startled. He wasn’t expecting anyone that afternoon. Worried it was Piers or another man who might want to take her out, he raced unsteadily to the door and yanked it open, surprised to see Moki’s daughters, Ke’ala, and Leialoha carrying a number of packages in their arms.
“You look terrible!” Ke’ala cried.
“We should call a doctor for you. Maybe I’ll call Mom.”
Leialoha stopped speaking when Mateo snapped, “I’m fine. What do you want?”
“Hello, girls. Don’t mind the bear. Come on in.”
When he turned to shout at Rae for interfering, he was stunned to see her dressed in a sexy teal dress that hugged her figure like no other dress she owned. Her beauty took his breath away.
“You can go back to whatever you were doing, Dr. Shark. We are having some girl time.”
Ke’ala and Leialoha stepped past him cautiously as he stood in stunned silence. The smirk on Rae’s face didn’t bode well for him. For the next hour, he paced back and forth in the hallway wondering what the women were up to but finally went back to his office to pour a drink.
