Ignited

by J. Kenner

  "You raise a good point," he said, tucking his finger under my chin to lift my mouth up for a kiss. "And I do like to punish you. . . ."

  "I can be bad," I said, cupping my hand over his already hard cock. "And we have a nice long night in a gorgeous hotel ahead of us with nothing else to do but for you to punish me for being naughty."

  "Or reward you for being nice."

  "Or both," I said, then squeezed his cock and made him groan.

  "Stay there," he said, leaving me standing just a few feet from the door. We had a regular room, not a suite, and I liked the fact that it was small and intimate, with little more than a bed and a desk and a chair.

  It was as if the room was stripping away all other possibilities, leaving nothing else for us to do except take off our clothes and enjoy each other. That was fine by me. The way Cole had bolted in Chicago had left me feeling edgy. I'd recovered a bit on the plane and even more with Nikki and Damien. But I wasn't going to feel completely right--I wasn't going to feel completely his--until I'd spent hours in his arms. Until he'd claimed me again and again. Until he'd taken me every way imaginable and then some.

  And until he stayed with me afterward.

  Now he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at me. I remained still, knowing that was part of the game, but wanting badly to move because my legs were starting to cramp. Just when I thought I could take it no more, he said a single word. "Strip."

  I didn't speak. I didn't smile. I did nothing, in fact, except take four long strides toward him, bringing me all the way into the room and putting me right in front of him.

  I'd had no time to change before racing to the plane, and that meant I also had no luggage. Fortunately, I'd known from my repeated viewings of Pretty Woman that it was easy to solve a wardrobe crisis on Rodeo Drive--at least, it was if you had money. Now I wore a stunning Dior wrap-style dress in pale blue. And since Cole had paid for it--all the way down to the lace panties and push-up bra--I figured he was entitled to watch it come off.

  I untied the sash, then unwrapped the dress until it hung on me like a robe, revealing the bra, very tiny panties, and stunning blue stilettos.

  "You like?"

  "I think I like this view even better. Maybe this is how you should wear the dress from now on."

  "Okay," I said, teasing. "But let's see if we can manage an improvement." I slowly slid my hand down my stomach until my fingers disappeared under the lace band of the panties. I was wet and hot and I arched back a bit as I stroked myself, my fingers sliding over my bare skin and teasing my clit enough to send tingles of sensation running all through me.

  I kept my eyes open, locked on his, and when I heard his low, guttural moan, I knew that I'd just won a round in whatever game we were playing at the moment.

  I withdrew my hand, then sucked on my finger. I was rewarded with another groan and a soft, "You're killing me, Kat," which made me laugh.

  In one fluid motion, I pulled the dress the rest of the way off, then let it fall to the floor. Then I unclasped the bra and tossed it casually aside. Next came the panties, until I stood in front of him, completely naked except for the fuck-me heels.

  I moved closer, then simply stood there, mere inches from him. "If we were at Destiny, there'd be a no-touching policy."

  "Good thing we're not," he said, then reached out to run his fingers lightly over me. Up and down my arms, over my thighs, lightly along my breasts. The caresses were gentle, almost casual, but the sensations he stirred in me were anything but.

  I'd been standing with my legs together, but his touch had sent such a flurry of sensation through me that my body was now throbbing for release. I shifted, spreading my legs a bit, then I leaned in and put one hand on his shoulder, both for balance and to bring me closer to his ear. "I'm so close," I whispered. "Make me come."

  I leaned back enough to see his face and the heat reflected there. I saw the way a muscle in his cheek twitched as he fought for control. And I heard that single, unexpected word--"No."

  I lifted a brow, frustrated both by the tension in my body and the amusement I saw in his eyes.

  "Fine," I said, then moved my own fingers to my sex, because this was a problem I could take care of on my own.

  "No," he said. "My rules tonight. You don't come until I tell you to. And you do what I tell you to."

  I lifted a brow. "Sir. Yes, sir."

  He smirked, then glanced at the floor. "I think I'd like to see you on your knees. And I know I'd like to see your lips around my cock."

  I forced myself not to reveal anything when I looked at him. This was full circle, right back to where we'd been before when he'd bolted from my house, and I couldn't deny that I was nervous.

  But the bottom line was that I wanted this night--not drama or regrets--and I knew that Cole wanted it, too. I might be a little nervous, but I trusted him. More than that, I knew better than to disobey.

  I dropped down to kneel in front of him. I put my hands on his knees, then gently eased his legs apart and moved closer until I felt the press of the mattress against my lower body.

  I hesitated, expecting him to unfasten his jeans and tug down his fly. But all he did was lean back, putting his hands slightly behind him for support. He looked at me, and for a moment the only thing I felt was the heat that seemed to shimmer in the air between us.

  Then he broke the connection by tilting his head back and drawing in a long breath.

  I got the message. This was for me to do--to free him, to suck him, to take him all the way.

  I had the control--except I didn't. Because right then I was doing Cole's bidding. I was the girl on her knees and we both knew it.

  And damned if I didn't like it. Because he was right--there was power here. Power and submission. That duality excited me. And what excited me even more was that it had been Cole who'd seen that side of me. Who'd so clearly seen all of me.

  Slowly, I tugged his zipper down, then freed his cock. I traced a fingertip lightly along the length of him, then closed my hand around the base, stroking him slowly up and down, my own body growing hotter and tighter as I felt his erection grow under my touch. I wanted to drive him crazy--to make him go wild. I wanted to take us both to the edge and then leap into the chasm with him.

  I wanted the man. And I wanted everything that came with him.

  I drew in a breath, feeling suddenly overwhelmed. I tilted my head back a bit, wanting to meet his eyes. But his were closed, and the expression of pure pleasure that colored his face gave me such a rush of feminine power that one touch to my clit would have sent me tumbling over the edge.

  I used my tongue to tease the head of his cock, lightly stroking his glans, then using the tip to circle the head in a way that all those intimate magazine articles swore would drive your man crazy. If his deep, guttural groan was any indication, those articles were dead-on perfect.

  He shifted his weight, using only one hand to support his body as he leaned back. With his other, he threaded his fingers through my hair. I tensed, then forced myself to relax. I wanted this. And even more I wanted Cole to know how much I wanted to give him pleasure--however he deemed to take it.

  With the pressure of his hand to the back of my head, I took his cock deep, then drew back, sucking and licking, my head bobbing in time with the sound of his breathing and with the rhythm of his hand upon me. He was hard and tight and so damn close, and with each thrust of his hand to my head he made me take him deeper, harder, until I was certain that he would come right then, right there, and I really wasn't sure that I could handle the force of his explosion, but god help me I wanted to try.

  But then he stopped, pulling my mouth off him, then scooting back onto the bed.

  I looked up, afraid that he'd once again feared injuring me. But it wasn't worry or fear or anger I saw in his eyes. It was bold, hot, blatant need.

  "On the bed," he said, his voice raw and edgy. "On the bed and on your knees."

  I complied, not sure what he had in mind, but w

illing to go wherever he wanted. I was so wet I could feel my arousal between my thighs, and even the brush of air between my legs made sparks shiver through me.

  I did as he asked and got on the bed on my knees with my legs slightly spread. My upper arms rested on the bed so that my back was flat, like a table. My breasts felt thick and heavy, and I desperately wanted to touch myself. To stroke my nipples. To lift a hand and slide it back between my legs. To feel how wet I was and know that it was Cole who'd brought me to such heights of arousal and pleasure.

  The bed shifted as he stood, and I turned my head to see him looking at me. "This is the picture I keep in my head," he said. "You on your knees, open and ready and desperate for me."

  "Yes," I murmured.

  "Do you remember the first time you were like this? My house. You'd stormed in all wildness and bluster."

  "Of course I remember."

  "I'm amazed I've had any other thought in my head since the first moment I touched you. You fill me up, Kat, and I can't stand the thought that you're not yet mine completely."

  "But I am."

  "You're not," he said. "But you will be. Do you trust me, baby?"

  "You know I do."

  "Good. Because I'm going to fuck you hard tonight. I'm going to claim you. I'm not going to leave even the slightest doubt in your mind that you belong to me." He leaned over me, stroking his hands along my bare back, and that touch ricocheted through me, making me feel connected. Complete. And very much alive.

  Somehow he'd stripped his jeans and briefs all the way off, and his erection pressed hard against me, the tip teasing my sex as he thrust just slightly into me. Just enough to make me gasp and want. Then the bed shifted as he got on to kneel behind me and I felt the press of his cock at my ass, hard and insistent and just a little terrifying.

  I must have sucked in air, because he shifted away, and I heard myself moan with disappointment.

  "My girl wants me to take her there," he said, reading me perfectly.

  "Yes," I said, voicing a desire I hadn't fully understood.

  "Good," he said, then bent to whisper in my ear. "So do I."

  Three simple words, and yet the heat from them spread through me, making me even needier than I already was.

  "Stay," he said, then left the bed for a moment before coming back with the padded envelope that had been delivered with my closing documents. He'd come around the bed so that he faced me now, and with a little bit of a flourish, he ripped open the envelope, then reached in and pulled out something that looked like a small vibrator, only more conical and with a flange on top.

  "Do you know what this is?" he asked, setting it on the bed in front of me.

  I nodded.

  His brows rose. "Really? Tell me."

  "It's a butt plug," I said, shooting for a matter-of-fact tone but failing miserably. "I already told you I'm not innocent."

  He laughed. "So you did. But have you ever used one?" He moved beside me, then trailed his fingers softly down my back and over the swell of my ass. "Has anything ever penetrated this sweet, tight ass?" Gently, he spread my butt cheeks, then pressed his fingertip to the rim of my anus.

  I sucked in air, surprised by the shock of the contact and the jolt of pleasure that seemed to shoot through me, like a preamble of things to come. "No," I said. "I told you. Never. No one. Nothing."

  "Exactly what I wanted to hear."

  He reached around me for the bag, then pulled out a small bottle of lube. He flipped the lid, put some on his fingertip, and then slowly stroked the sensitive skin between my ass and my vagina, each tender movement making the storm that was building inside me rage wilder until I wasn't sure how much longer I could stand it.

  "Cole." I ground out his name. "Please."

  "Please what?"

  "I--you know."

  "Please this?" he asked, then slowly inserted his well-lubed fingertip into my rear.

  I gasped, then bit my lower lip, astounded by the wash of pleasure that crashed over me. "Yes," I said. "Oh, god, yes."

  He reached for the plug, and as I watched he spread lube on it. I was still on hands and knees. Still vulnerable to him. Still wide open. And everything about the moment turned me on. I wanted to feel everything he had to offer--I wanted him to take me as far as I could possibly go. I wanted everything.

  I wanted Cole.

  I tilted my head up, then turned so that I could meet his eyes, certain that he could read my thoughts. For a moment, that's all there was, that connection between us, then he bent over and pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades even as his hand slid down to my ass and he teased me with the plug, not putting it in, but touching me just enough to rile me up.

  "I'm not going to fuck you here--not tonight. But I am going to fuck you with it inside you. I want you completely full. I want to watch you come knowing that I've taken you completely. That every sensation is at my pleasure and subject to my command. Do you understand?"

  "Yes." The word was wrenched out of me, my body tense, my sex already throbbing with demand.

  He slipped his finger inside me first. Slowly, almost teasingly, until my muscles relaxed. It didn't hurt--on the contrary, there was something wickedly erotic about being touched there, being fucked there. My sex clenched in time with his gentle thrusts, and my nipples had hardened to painful nubs.

  With his other hand, Cole stroked my clit, teasing me by refusing to penetrate me despite my very desperate pleas. Worse, he tormented and played with me just enough to have me climbing toward orgasm. Then he backed off so that I was nothing more than passion and want and need.

  I would have cursed him, but I was too destroyed to manage it.

  "Frustrated?"

  "Cole." His name came out part plea, part whine.

  He chuckled. "All the way to the edge and back, baby. And only when I'm certain that you're teetering on the cusp am I going to bury myself in you and feel you explode around me. But right now . . ."

  He trailed off, his voice taking on a teasing tone. Then he withdrew his finger from my rear as I moaned the loss of contact, of a sweet sensation that before this night I hadn't even realized I craved.

  "Don't worry, baby," he said, with intimate understanding of my moods and desires. "We're not done yet."

  Gently, his lube-soaked fingers stroked me, opening me, and then I felt the pressure--not painful, but still intense--as he slowly thrust the plug inside me. I gasped, feeling full and, dammit, wanting to be fuller. Wanting all of it. Wanting all of him.

  "Cole." I tried to say more, but I'd lost words. I was too swept away by sensation.

  "Imagine it's me. My cock, teasing you. Stretching you. Taking you as far as you can go."

  "Yes," I said, the word emerging on a groan.

  "Turn over, baby," he said. "Turn around and sit on the edge of the bed. Legs apart, hands on your knees. I want to see how turned on you are."

  I did as he asked, my pulse quickening from the sensation of my body's weight against the plug working to thrust it deeper inside me. I sucked in air, steadying myself, then spread my legs even wider as I drew confidence from the look of pure, undiluted passion I saw in his eyes.

  "Do you like it? The way it feels? The way it fills you?"

  "Yes," I admitted.

  "Tell me what you want."

  "You," I said. "I want you inside me."

  "Like this?" He moved to stand in front of me, then reached down to stroke my sex and thrust a finger deep inside me.

  I groaned, so on edge it was a wonder I didn't explode. "Yes. No. Oh, god, Cole, please."

  "Please what?"

  "Please fuck me."

  "It would be my pleasure," he said. "But not yet. I don't think you're quite ready yet."

  "You've lost your mind," I protested. "I'm not sure I've ever been more ready."

  He just smiled the kind of smile that suggested he had a secret, then picked up the padded envelope again. One by one, he took things out. A silver chain connected by two small metal clips. A coil of hemp rope. And, of course, he'd already removed the plug and the lube.

  I licked my lips, unable to hide my amusement. "Seriously? You had these delivered with my closing documents?" I looked up at him. "I'm not going to ask why--that part I get. But how?"

  "It's amazing what you can arrange on short notice in a town like LA if you're willing to pay for the service."

  I lifted my brows. "I don't know if I should be impressed or mortified," I said, but the words were only for show. My skin was hot, my nipples tight. My sex burned with need of him, and the stretched, full feeling in my ass only made the desire burn that much hotter.

  Cole glanced at my breasts, then lazily continued his inspection up and down my body. A slow smile spread across his face. "You're impressed," he said. "Shall I slide my finger into your cunt to prove it?"

  I made a noise that was probably a yes.

  He chuckled. "No, I don't think so. Not yet." He took the rope. "Shall I show you what I can do with this? Shall I explain in intimate detail just how this rope is going to make you come?"

  I couldn't speak. Hell, I could barely nod. But the answer was yes. A huge, desperate, demanding yes.

  He took my hand, then gently tugged me to my feet. I stood naked in front of him, my body on fire. I felt wild and wanton--as if he could fuck me all night and I still wouldn't be satisfied.

  And then, as he began to take the rope and move around me--as I felt the rough brush of the hemp against my waist as he knotted the cord into a sort of makeshift belt, another set of emotions joined the mix. Curiosity. Eagerness. Passion.

  There was no denying that he had a plan, and so help me I wanted to experience every sweet second of it. But I was on edge, too, not knowing what he intended. Not understanding why he had leashed me.

  And that edge only added to the excitement.

  "It's like a belt, you see," Cole said, running his finger around my waist where the double strand of hemp was nice and snug. "Right here is where I'm going to draw it under you," he said, and then proceeded to thread the two lengths of rope that had been behind me through my legs to my front.

  He pulled it tight, making me gasp--and then making me almost come when he positioned each rope on either side of my vulva, so that the cording essentially rubbed against my inner thighs, but was also tight enough to keep some pressure on my sex.

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