Her answering low moan made him smile, almost as much as the way she fought to keep her hands above her head. The sight of her battling her instinct to pull away pleased him and made him twist her nipple all the harder. She didn’t have particularly sensitive breasts, so he had to play a little rough to get a response out of her. Not that he minded. By the time he was done, she would be receptive to the slightest breeze.
Pulling on her other nipple, he repeated the play, noting how she arched into his touch. Abruptly he released her breast, enjoying how it rocked with her pants. He ran the wheel over her chest and down each arm, paying special attention to her fingertips. By now her body should be buzzing.
“Show me that pretty scheide, I mean pussy.”
Her kiss-swollen lips curved into a smile. “I like it when you speak German to me.”
“Sprechen Si Deutsch?”
“No, but I did take one semester in high school. I remember what ja and nicht mean, but I love the way you speak. If my German teacher had sounded like you, I would have aced the class.”
“Show me.”
She bit her lower lip and slid her fingers between her legs. After hesitating for a moment, she held open the puffy flesh of her labia, exposing the moist pink heat within.
“Good girl,” he said in a soft voice. He reached into the glass of juice and took out a melting ice cube. Her thighs flexed as she shifted, her pussy clenching when he leaned forward. He popped the ice into his mouth and sucked directly on her clit, his hands clamping onto her hips as she shrieked and tried to scramble away.
The heat of her body quickly melted the ice, and he let the cold water leak from his lips and trickle down her swollen flesh. She hissed and then said in a ragged tone, “I don’t know if I should kiss you or kill you.”
Only a tiny sliver of ice remained in his mouth, and he ran it over the tip of the sensitive little bundle of nerves. Her answering groan made his balls ache, and he wondered how much longer he could hold off before he finally had that pussy clamped around him. He removed his grip from her waist and eased one finger into her heat. Her inner muscles tightened around the intrusion and now it was his turn to groan.
Flicking her nub back and forth with his tongue, he explored her passage with his finger until he found the little bundle of nerves that marked her G-spot. Her moans took on a guttural quality as he bit the hood of her clit. His little sub certainly liked being bitten.
There was no doubt in his mind that his Erica was indeed submissive. She responded beautifully to his commands and the more he restrained and controlled her, the more she relaxed and enjoyed. No wonder all of her previous boyfriends had been such a disappointment. They had no idea what this woman needed to complete her.
Lucky for both of them, he did.
Holding her clit between his teeth, gently biting at the base, he sucked hard, her scream of pleasure his reward. One more stroke inside of her and she began to come. Each contraction had her hips snapping against his face as she said his name over and over. Once again her arms came down and stroked his head as she came, soft caresses filled with reverence. He loved that in the midst of her deepest pleasure she wanted to connect to him, that touching him was something her psyche craved on a primal level.
When he released her tender nub, she moaned as the blood rushed back and her pussy spasmed around his finger. She curled into herself and he recognized a sub who needed to be held after a strong orgasm. Pulling himself up the bed, he gathered her into his arms and pressed her head to his chest. She shivered against him and he tugged the edge of the blanket around her and scooted up the headboard until he held her on his lap.
Such a delightful armful of woman—her sigh of contentment tugged at his heart. After six months of wanting, waiting, he finally had the woman of his dreams in his arms and the reality was far better than any fantasy he’d had. The soft scent of her floral perfume filled his head, mixing with the musk of her release.
Her breath stirred against the hair on his chest as she said, “I…you…I…. Wow. How do you say thank you in German?”
“Danke schön.”
She nuzzled his nipple and stroked her finger tips over his chest. “In that case, danke schön.”
“It was my pleasure.”
She grew tense in his arms and took a deep breath. “May I see you, please?”
He tried to think of a good excuse as to why she couldn’t but it wasn’t in his nature to hide from the truth. “Ja.” Before she could remove the blindfold, he placed his hands over hers. “You need to know that I’ve spent the last ten years as a professional cage fighter and my face has the scars to prove it.”
She pursed her lips. “So that’s what those scars were. I kept trying to figure out how your lips had been split so many times. And the bumps on your head. And how rough your knuckles are. The best thing I could come up with is either you are a bull rider or a human wrecking ball.”
He stared at her, then laughed. “Neit. I retired from the fights last year with enough money to open my own school here in Las Vegas.” He pulled off the blindfold, tugging it from where it had caught in her curls. That gave him the excuse to look at something other than her face as she studied him. When the blindfold was finally unsnarled from the ends of her long hair, he braced himself and looked into her eyes.
Instead of the flinch, or even worse the pity he expected, her face lit up from within as she beamed at him. “It is you. The man from the charity ball. I don’t believe it!”
He tried to play it off, shifting her on his lap until she straddled him with the blanket pooled around her waist. “I did not know if you would remember me.”
She cupped his face in her soft palms, her big brown eyes sparkling with delight. “I can’t believe you’re my blind date. Of course I remember you. I tried to find out who you were after my asshole brother interrupted our dance, but you were gone.”
“It was obvious your brother did not want me with you. So rather than cause a family issue, I left.”
Her full lips thinned into a firm line and he couldn’t help but notice how adorable she looked when she was angry. “I don’t know how things work in Germany, but in America a woman decides who she does and doesn’t want to see, not her brother.”
Chapter Four
Matt Alman leaned over the polished marble counter of the concierge desk at the Castillo resort and used his best cop voice that fit right in with the uniform he still wore. “My sister could be in trouble right now. Being tortured by some sadistic asshole she met at an online dating site.”
The perky blonde in her stylish black suit, who now looked sick rather than perky, further deflated beneath his glare. “Honestly, Officer Alman, I can’t give you her room number.”
He took a deep breath, but before he started yelling a smooth voice interrupted him. “Perhaps I can help you, Officer Alman.”
Matt swung around to face a composed, debonair man who he recognized as Jackson Castillo. With his thick black hair and tanned skin, the resort owner oozed confidence with a hint of “don’t fuck with me.” The Castillos donated a good deal of money and use of the hotel’s conference rooms to the local police force, and Matt remembered meeting him at a few events. Hopefully Jackson would understand his situation and help him out.
The look of relief the concierge gave Jackson made Matt feel a little guilty about being such a hard ass with her. He tried to give her a winning smile to get her to relax and give him the information he wanted. When he turned on the charm, women were usually putty in his hands, but she gave him a weary look in return. Maybe it was because he had just gotten off a twelve hour shift when his brother Aaron had called to tell him that their baby sister was on a blind date with some guy she wanted to molest her.
Jackson led Matt to a small hallway off the opulent main foyer. “What seems to be the issue?”
Matt could barely contain the rage in his voice. “My sister is on a blind date with some guy, and while we’re standing here, he’s assaulting
her!”
Jackson continued to give him a measured, even bland stare. “I’m assuming your sister is the Erica Alman that you’ve been shouting about?”
“Yes!” He leaned back against the doorframe, the lack of sleep catching up with him despite the adrenaline pumping through his body. Being up for more than twenty-eight hours weighed on him and made him irritable. “My brother found an email of hers on her work computer talking about how she’s meeting some guy here, tonight, who was going to…do stuff to her—rough stuff.”
Jackson’s dark gaze grew cold. “Then I am sorry, but there is nothing I can do for you.”
Matt gaped at him then yelled, “What!”
“Your sister is an adult who is free to make her own decisions about who she wishes to be with. I will not interrupt her date because you disapprove.” His frosty demeanor thawed a bit as Matt continued to stare at him. “I understand your concern as a brother, but I can assure you that she is in no real danger and precautions have been taken for her safety.”
Rage made Matt’s voice come out in a choked whisper. “You will tell me where she is right now or I’ll—”
“You’ll what? Get fired from the police force for assaulting me in my own hotel in front of hundreds of guests?” Jackson leaned in until their noses almost touched. “I suggest you go home and think about how you would feel if your family invaded your privacy, broke your trust, and treated you like a child incapable of choosing whom you can or cannot date. Now, please remove yourself from my property before I’m forced to call security.”
Matt tried to think of a comeback, but nothing came to mind that didn’t make him sound and feel like a huge asshole. Gritting his teeth together, he spun on his heel and stalked toward the front doors where dawn painted the sky in streaks of orange and purple.
The desert heat washed over him as the doors to the lobby closed behind him with a pneumatic hiss. A middle-aged couple stumbled out of a cab, laughing and still dressed in what he could only assume were their clothes from the night before. They caught sight of him in his uniform and the man attempted to walk straighter while his wife giggled into his chest.
Staring up at the vast array of windows climbing the side of the seventy-story building, he felt a moment of vertigo before dropping his gaze to the parking lot. Somewhere his sister had parked her red Mercedes convertible with its blue, Grateful Dead dancing bear decal on the back. Eventually she was going to have to leave the hotel, and when she did, he’d be waiting there for her and the psycho who got off on molesting women.
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Erica tried to ignore the erection pressing against her sore clit as Jonas arched his brows in disbelief. With his crooked nose and heavy bone structure she would have crapped her pants if she had to face him in the ring. Add the tribal tattoo going from his shoulders to his chest and he looked like two hundred and fifty pounds of bad ass killing machine…and she loved it.
He ran his hands up her back, the calluses on his palms scratching her skin. In the light from the sitting room, his blue eyes were dark, but she detected a hint of uncertainty in them. “Actually, I shouldn’t be too surprised that I got paired up with you.”
He tilted his head to the side, his strong jaw throwing shadows across his face. “Why is that?”
“Well, I requested a bald man who was physically fit and had an accent. Not too many of those running around Vegas.”
His lips twitched in a barely suppressed smile. “Were you thinking of me when you filled out the form?”
She traced a pattern on his chest instead of meeting his eyes. “Maybe.”
“Hmmm.” His finger lifted her chin until she had to meet his gaze. “Then that makes two of us.”
Slowly closing the distance between them, he gave her a savage kiss that was in marked contrast to the light strokes of his palms on her back and hips. She had no idea how he knew what to do in order to drive her crazy, but he managed to do it every time. Maybe he was some type of sexual psychic.
He bit her lip and she moaned into his mouth, wriggling closer to his erection until her breasts were crushed to his chest and she practically climbed on him. “I need you,” she whispered against his lips. “Inside of me, please.”
His fingers gripped her bottom hard enough to bruise, but he pulled her even closer until her already swollen and aching clit ground into the seam of his pants. He broke their kiss and tossed her onto the bed, where she gave a little shriek and then a giggle as she bounced. Her laughter quickly tapered off at the dark look in his eyes, and her breath came out in a low hiss. So sensual, all he had to do was look at her and she wanted to worship at his feet. This must be what Lara was talking about, a submissive’s bone-deep desire to serve.
Holding her gaze, he hooked his thumbs into his pants and pulled them down, showing that he went commando. She didn’t know where to look first as he held his head at an arrogant angle and crossed his arms over his chest. Never, in all of her life, had she ever seen a man so powerfully built. He didn’t have the perfect muscles of a gym rat, no, his body was made and toned for fighting.
Her thighs clenched as she eyed his erection. Big and slightly curved, it was thick enough that she wanted to clap with greedy delight. This strong, sensual man was all hers to play with, and she would be damned if it was only for tonight. Since he had been paired with her because of her submissive cravings, he had to be a Dom through and through. An experienced one from the way he skillfully played her body.
She needed to show him that what she lacked in experience, she made up for in enthusiasm.
She crawled across the bed and hesitated with her mouth a breath away from his cock. “Jonas, may I taste you?”
One of his hands fisted into the back of her hair while he held his cock toward her mouth with the other. Guiding her, he slid her down his length until she couldn’t take any more. He more than filled her mouth and his grip tightened, sending sparks of pain through her aroused body as she began to suck him.
He set the pace, guiding her mouth up and down his shaft, pausing to tell her where to use her tongue and how much. Instead of being annoyed by his instruction, she loved it. There was no guessing about what he wanted from her. He showed her and rewarded her with guttural groans that seemed to vibrate in her clit.
She loved pleasuring him, repaying him for the mind blowing feelings he had given her. The soft silk of his sac tickled her palm as she cupped his balls. They drew up tighter as she lightly traced her nails over the delicate skin and he thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. His rhythm built until he pulled out from between her lips with a rough jerk.
“Enough. I want to come in that hot pussy, not your mouth.”
She expected him to throw her on her back and have his way with her, but he had other plans. Reaching into the duffle bag, he tossed a condom and a small package that glinted onto the bed. Before she could grab one to see what it was, he had her flipped over onto her hands and knees with her rump sticking up in the air.
“We will go slower, next time, but if I don’t fuck you soon, I lose control of myself and hurt you.”
A delicious tension filled her as he spread her thighs farther apart, exposing her fully to his gaze. He ripped a package ripped open and she held her breath. His finger traced up and down her labia, gathering moisture from her pussy and spreading it around her clit. She rocked with his movements, her eyes closed and a low moan coming from deep in her throat as he bit her ass hard enough to bruise.
His voice deepened as he said, “That will leave my mark on you and every time you look at the healing bruise of my teeth on your body, you will think about me.”
“Yes, Jonas.”
Cool metal slipped around her waist and she looked over her shoulder to see him draping a gold chain over her. Curious, she looked down the line of her body between her arms and tried to figure out what that extra length of chain was for. Her unspoken question was answered as he took the padded clamp at the end and secured it at the base of her clit.
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“Oh God!” She jerked and trembled as her swollen nub throbbed with each beat of her heart, ramping up her desire until she shamelessly pushed her bottom in the air, offering herself to him in the most primal way possible.
She heard the crinkle of foil and a moment later the latex covered head of his cock pressed into her. Her head became too heavy to hold up, and she pressed her face into the bedspread, groaning as he moved deeper into her inch by delicious inch. The invasion seemed to go on forever until it almost felt as if he was so deep inside of her that she could touch her belly button and feel him.
“So fest,” he groaned out. “So tight.”
The swollen tissue of her pussy protested as he pulled out, only to return again with a hard slam of his hips. He rode her, holding her hips and fucking her body until she began to believe that he could hurt her by fucking her too hard. As it was, he moved inside of her hard enough that each time he hit her cervix, she tightened around him.
She had forgotten about the chain around her waist until he grabbed it with one hand. With each thrust he pulled on the waist chain and it in turn tugged at her clit. She grabbed fistfuls of the blanket, moaning and begging him as he continued to move inside of her. Each tug had her closer and closer to her own orgasm until she tensed, hovering on the edge.
He paused and said, “This is going to hurt.”
Before she could even comprehend his words, he pulled off the clamp around her clit. It took a second for the blood to rush back and once it did all she could do was scream into the mattress. The pain turned to pleasure as he resumed fucking her, slamming her hips back into him.
“Come for me, Erica,” he ordered.
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