by Piper Stone
“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.
“Good girl. Do you hunger for more?” Using the flat of his hand, Craze rubbed down her chest to the front of her skirt. Gathering the hem in his fingers, he curled the fabric. “Spread your legs.”
“Yes, I do. I just…” Her eyes were glassy.
“Do you hunger to have a throbbing cock buried in your snatch?” He slid his hand under her skirt, rubbing the inside of her thigh. Her skin was soft, the scent of her intoxicating.
A slight moan pushed past her pursed lips. “God yes.”
He fingered the thin elastic before slipping his fingers past the slight hindrance. The moment he found her clit he began swirling the tip of his finger, her entire body began to tremble. “You’re wet. You’re in need.”
“Mmm…”
“I’m just the man you’ve been looking for.” His hunger off the charts, he jerked her panties aside, shoving two fingers inside her pussy.
“Oh, oh, oh… Yes!” Joelle rose onto her tiptoes as she dragged her tongue across the seam of her mouth.
“You’re going to obey me. You want nothing more than to be controlled. You’ve been searching your entire life.”
“No!” Joelle looked down.
Craze lowered his head. “Look at me. Tell me the truth. Do you want a man to dominate you, punish you when necessary?” The words seemed to echo in the dense hallway. He was cognizant they were being watched, several men remaining in the shadows, but close enough to hear every word, catch the sexy show. Was he losing his mind? No, his gut told him this was exactly what she wanted.
“Yes. I… yes…”
“Tell me you are,” he demanded. He was crazed with need, his arms and legs tense. Clenching his jaw, he was having difficulty focusing, his mind filled with sadistic desires. Whip her raw. Use her. She’s the one, the only one.
Joelle’s eyelids fluttered as a bead of perspiration trickled down from her forehead.
“Tell me!” Craze thrust all four fingers inside, flexing them open.
“Yes, sir! I long to obey someone.” Her voice was tentative, even.
“Will you obey me?” The question hung in the air. You’re fucking out of your mind. He heard the sound of his heart beating rapidly. He continued thrusting inside her sweet pussy and was rewarded with her muscles tightening around the invasion. “Will you?”
Her lower lip quivered but she panted.
“Say the words.”
“Yes, I will obey you.”
“Good girl. Then tell me what you want.” He craved fucking her right here, in the middle of the hallway, no matter who was watching.
She hesitated, her eyes darting back and forth.
“Tell me.”
Whimpering, she arched her back until her head touched the wall. “Use me. Take me.”
The words were sweet. Perfect. Craze heard a noise and looked over his shoulder. The four men gawking were in awe. “You’re going to enjoy it, Joelle.” Seconds later he reared back, rubbing his slickened fingers back and forth across her lips. “Suck your juice. Let the men see what a special slut you truly are.”
Her lower lip quivered as she opened her mouth, darting a quick glance to the strangers who’d crept closer.
He refused to wait, driving his fingers deep inside. “Should I fuck you right here? Should I strip you bare and savor the way they hunger for your body?”
She closed her eyes, sucking as she mewed.
“Whew,” one of the men breathed.
“Should I turn you over my knee, whip you then fuck your tight ass right here?” The thought was enticing and flashes of the very vision rushed into the back of Craze’s mind. The sound of his own voice was different, dangerous. He’d never been this way before.
Shuddering, she clamped her hand around his wrist and sucked on his fingers as her chest heaved up and down.
He watched in fascination as she licked his fingers clean and wanted nothing more than to fuck her, take her right here. Every nerve in his body stood on end and for a few seconds he considered the option. “Should I humiliate you here in front of everyone? Have you clean my cock after I’ve fucked your sweet pussy?” Now he was having difficulty seeing at all. The dark edges of his very sanity swirled around him. He’d never acted on his lecherous needs, only living vicariously through fantasies swilling late into the night.
Her body swaying, she continued moaning, the husky whimpers floating into the tight space.
He slipped his hand inside her bra, clenching and kneading her breast until she moaned in pain as well as delight “You belong to me. No other man will ever have you.” The words directed at the other two men, he ceremoniously dismissed them with a harsh glare. “Do you understand?”
“Yes. I… Yes, sir.”
“Are you willing to take a chance, find exactly what you need?” He was no monster.
Joelle half smiled, her eyes opening wide, then she brushed the tips of her fingers across his cheek. “Yes, sir. I’m more than ready.”
Joy unlike anything he’d ever known rushed into his system. Taking a long stride back, he held out his arm, offering his hand. “Good, then you’re coming with me. You belong to me.”
Hesitating only briefly, Joelle took his hand, the expression on her face one of defiance.
Craze pulled her behind him, taking purposeful steps toward the entrance. While he had no freaking clue what he was doing, he had to have her. He glanced at Chuck, who raised his eyebrows. Yeah, even this was very out of character for his usually raucous behavior.
When they were outside he tossed her a helmet. One thing he knew. He was not taking no for an answer.
Chapter 5
You belong to me.
The words reverberated in Joelle’s mind. Visions of being taken hard, fucked like the wayward woman she knew she was, created a series of images, every one of them dirtier than the one before. The man had ripped the mask off, exposing the vulnerable girl inside. She was wet, her pussy clenching, and the taste of her sweet juice lingered on her tongue. She’d noticed the men and thought for certain Craze was going to strip her naked, whip and fuck her. For some crazy notion, she wished he had. You’re nuts. What happened to you?
Every move possessive, he pulled her outside of the bar then stopped on the sidewalk. Cupping both sides of her face, he shook his head. “You do something to me, sunshine. Tonight, is one you’ll never forget.” He kissed her passionately, his tongue entwining with hers.
She was lost in the heated moment, every nerve standing on end. Exposed, she’d taken a chance.
Grunting, he pushed her back and nodded toward the bike. “Let’s go.”
She could only think of the way he’d touched her, violated her inner core. Sweating, she had no idea if she could go through with this.
Craze seemed to sense her discord. He gave her a look—a single look.
And all she wanted to do was obey.
“Shit.” Joelle was shaking all over, adrenaline sweeping through her system. She had to be out of her mind. Going with a stranger, on the back of a motorcycle to an undisclosed location, was without a doubt the single most reckless thing she’d ever done in her life. There was no way she should be doing this. She was a rational woman. This was certifiable behavior.
However, she realized she had no desire to stop.
When she struggled with the helmet, Craze took both of her shaking hands into his, bringing both to his mouth. He licked all the way down her middle finger, back up her index, then sucking on both. “I’m going to love dominating you.”
Dominating. She clenched her eyes shut as her pussy muscles quivered. Damn it. The wafting scent of her juice was evident. There was no way to hide the fact she was wet, in need.
Chuckling, he tightened the strap on the helmet. “This is exactly what you need, everything you’ve longed for your entire life.”
The words rang true and for a few seconds she was lost to the dark visions she swam in during the middle of every ni
ght.
“The ride will be hard, but the roar of the engine will be enticing. Then the magic will begin.” He straddled the bike, slapping his hands on the handles.
Magic. He knew her, could read her dirty little mind and all the masochistic desires that were never satisfied, her thirst never quenched. Excitement surged through her as he revved his bike. The look of him on the massive steel cycle was amazing.
“Climb on,” Craze commanded as he fastened his helmet.
Every action tentative, she hiked up her skirt and threw her leg over the seat. The slope of the leather pressed her groin and thighs against him, the skirt so short her damp panties slid against his jeans. As she wiggled, getting comfortable, the friction almost threw her into a climax. Instantly, the warmth of his body sent tingles trickling down her spine.
“Put your arms around me.”
“What?”
“Do it. Wrap your arms around me and hold tight,” he growled, kicked up the stand, and seemed to be waiting. “I won’t ask again. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes, sir,” she mumbled. Holy fuck. He was dead serious. Breathe. Just breathe.
Craze huffed. “Better.”
Gulping air, she eased both arms around him. The smell of him, exotic yet manly, made her groan. She could feel his muscles through the leather. He was all male. He was pure sin. He was…
“Hold on tight, sunshine. Gonna be a bumpy ride.”
He could quite possibly be her downfall.
Craze shifted and careened through the streets, bypassing cars. He maneuvered away from the congestion within minutes, guiding the bike onto the interstate.
Terror reared its ugly head. For several minutes she kept her eyes closed, her mouth pursed as wind whipped through her thin clothing. Goose bumps popped along every bare inch of skin. The anticipation mixing with fear made her nauseous, yet there was a part of her thrilled beyond anything she’d ever experienced. She held on tightly and as soon as she became used to the feel of the bike, the rumbling engine positioned strategically between her legs was mind blowing.
Joelle rested her head on his shoulder, sheltering from the wind. Fear eased down, enabling her to place her sweaty palm on his thigh. She heard his deep chuckle as her hand moved dangerously close to his bulging crotch.
He kicked down the speed, slowing then coming to a stop.
She finally opened her eyes. They were heading for one of the older sections of the city. While the area was slowly being turned into a trendy location, there were enough abandoned and condemned buildings her body could be dumped and never found. Her hackles raised, she fought back nerves. Hell no. Even murderous screams would go unheeded. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You’re crazy. Get away. You have to get away. Sucking in her breath, the woman inside, the disturbed whore, burst past the surface. Chuck wouldn’t lie to her. Craze was safe.
The bike humming, he slowed down as he rolled through the streets, making one turn after another. Finally stopping, he cut the engine. Tugging off his helmet, he shook out his hair and sighed. “Nothing like an invigorating bike ride.”
Her nerves on edge, she looked down the street. While there were a few cars a couple of blocks away, she saw no sign of human life. She jerked off the helmet. A quick glance up to the building and she knew she’d made a mistake. Red flags were swinging in the breeze. “I’m not certain this is such a good idea.”
“What’s wrong, sunshine? Did you lose your nerve?” Craze kicked down the stand and slid off the bike. “You can trust me. I won’t bite.” He circled around her once, twice. “Only enough so you know who owns you.”
Joelle shivered. “Own. You don’t know me.”
“You know I do. I know everything I need to set you free.”
He didn’t tether her nor did he force her to follow—yet she did. Every part of her wanted nothing more than to find out what mysteries he seemed to be harboring, ones including aspects of her very soul. This wasn’t love, or even about sex. This was about his total domination.
Leading them up four flights of stairs, Craze used a card to unlock the massive door. He said nothing as he led them inside.
She heard the click of the lock, realizing there was no way to leave. Fingering her neck, she controlled her breathing as she dared to scan the perimeter. The room was oversized, a warehouse reconfigured. Everything was stark, opulent. For some reason she was surprised. The art alone on the walls indicated the man had money, could afford the finer things in life. “You live here?”
“I own this place. This is where I come to comfort my beast.” His growl low-slung, he turned to gaze at her, his expression imploring. “You came here because you need.”
“Need?”
“To break free of the interwoven bondage stifling your soul, as well as to let go of all control.” He stopped and gave her a hard look. “You long to have a man in control. You can’t sleep well. You remain agitated. Relationships are non-existent.”
His voice had changed, the words almost garbled given the sensuous husk. While she trembled, her defenses still on guard, she could no longer hide behind the woman she was, the one who’d cried desperately to break free from her chains. “What do you want?”
His words were simple, his look serene. “All of you.”
Joelle remained quiet, fiddling with the lapel on her jacket.
“Remove your clothes.”
“What?” Somehow the request caught her off guard.
“There is no way you can be confused as to my direction. I said undress.”
A nervous tick appeared in her right arm. She clenched her fist, trying desperately to still the electrified nerves in her body, let alone calm the terrified thoughts racing through her mind. “I…”
“I said,” he commanded, the gruff sound echoing in the expansive room. “Undress. Do not question me again. Is that understood?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.” A cold draft wafted over her and suddenly she was unable to focus. Her fingers fumbled, trying to unbutton her blouse. She looked down and swallowed then up at his face. His eyes were dark, his expression cold. He was serious and this was exactly everything she’d ever desired.
“You will learn.” Taking two long strides, he closed the distance and with one hand he snagged her blouse. “Do you need help?” He tugged her blouse until one button popped off.
She could see into his soul, could tell he was more connected to her than he had been to anyone before. “No, sir.” Her fingers stiff, she fumbled as she unbuttoned her shirt, but managed to do so. Whimpering, her body sagged.
He slipped his hand around to the back of her neck, pulling her to her tiptoes. “When I give you orders, you will follow them without question. Is that understood?”
Quivering, she could only nod.
Exhaling, he dug his fingers into her skin as he glared at her, his eyes full of lust and darkness.
“I… Yes, sir.” Joelle had seen the haunted expression before, the one fearful of the man inside. His beautiful blue eyes seemed ice cold, as if there was no soul inside, but she knew better. This man was fueled by her, their connection.
He sniffed and released, pushing her back. “You will learn. I will teach you.”
Joelle thought to take a step back, but she didn’t. She should stop the madness, but she refused. This man caught her attention, knew her needs. This man had been able to see past the tightly woven veil. This man could possibly free her soul. This man would own her. The thought startling, a haze settled around her eyes. She was panting, her entire body wet with desire as well as apprehension.
Craze gave her a once over then held his head high. “We begin again. I assure you, if you disobey, the consequences will be much worse.”
Nodding, she shifted her shoulders, gravity taking the tattered shirt to the floor. She fumbled with the button and zipper of her skirt, her nerves and muscles twitching. Tugging the body hugging material, she finally managed to yank the sweaty piece past her hips. Whe
n she kicked it away, Craze inhaled deeply.
“Turn around.”
She held her arms in front of her chest and turned in a tight circle. Stiff, she almost tumbled to the floor.
“Slowly. Relax.”
The sensual husk in his voice was beguiling, drawing her in. A nervous laugh escaped her lips and she lowered her arms, fighting the urge to cover herself and what was left of her privacy. Let go. Let go… Her behavior was unnatural. No one had ever frazzled her. Not a single person; no defense attorney, judge or ruthless criminal had pushed her buttons. Why this man? Why did she long to please him? Take a chance. She repeated the move, this time concentrating on her breathing.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered. “Take off your bra. Do a sexy dance for me.”
She studied him as he walked toward a massive leather chair, removing and tossing his jacket. Swallowing hard, she began to dance, twisting her body in a jerking rotation before he detected her hesitation.
“Show me the woman inside.”
“I don’t know her.” Joelle hated to admit.
“You will. I assure you, you will.”
A soft laugh pushing past her lips, she began again. Her moves seemed stilted at first then she closed her eyes, pretending she was in her own living room. She hummed, although she had no idea what or if the tune was real.
“Very nice.” His voice was more of a purr.
A slight smile remained on her face. She undulated and within a few seconds was more comfortable. As she swayed her hips she looked over her shoulder, catching his eye. The expression on his face was carnal. He’s going to take you, fuck you. Use you.
Craze grunted and crossed his legs, holding his open fingers together and in front of his face, the pyramid formation beguiling. “Keep dancing.”
Joelle did as she was told and with every step, every twist of her limbs, she inched closer.
“Excellent. Show me what you so hunger for. Show me the woman who hides inside. Show me the vivacious whore, one needing discipline as well as domination.”
Whore. On any other day, the word would have incensed her. Today she was turned on, her pussy quivering. Yes, she was a dirty little slut, one who needed to please, was honored to serve. The tone of his voice, a sensual mask of the seemingly haunted man, was intoxicating.
