by Holly Carter
When he’s satisfied he sits back on his heels and brings his hands up to his shirt, I lick my lips in anticipation. His chest was rising and falling calming. Mine was erratic. I close my eyes to stop the flood of want cursing through me.
“Open your eyes.” Hunter growls.
Reluctantly I opened them.
"Temptation is the desire to perform an action that one may enjoy immediately or in the short term but will probably later regret," Hunter says stopping his movements. He leans over me once again and tips my chin up with his fingers so our eyes meet. "In the context of religion, temptation is the inclination to sin. Temptation also describes the coaxing or inducing a person into committing such an act, by manipulation or otherwise of curiosity, desire or fear of loss."
"Fuck," I mutter.
This doesn't sound good at all.
"Have you ever been tempted, Kat?"
I pull my chin from his grip and turn away. But Hunter grabs my face with both his hands, his mouth coming close to mine.
"Tell me, have you ever experienced temptation?" he growls.
The heat pools between my thighs, I'm a fucking mess. God, he makes me feel things, things that are good and so fucking bad. One of the things he makes me feel is anger, because I know he won't give up.
"Yes! I am so fucking tempted to bite you next time you put your cock in my mouth." I shout.
Chapter Fifteen
Screw Hunter and his fucking temptation.
With his breath on my face and his lips a whisper from mine, all I crave is to grab his face between my hands and devour him. When I try to move my arms the burn of the rope reminds me that I am not going anywhere. I start to think the only thing I will walk out from here tonight with, is rope burn and maybe another orgasm if I’m good.
“You tempted me with your sweet mouth, and I broke my own rules.” Hunter whispers, sending my senses into overdrive.
“I am a pretty good kisser, who wouldn’t want to kiss this,” I say, puckering my lips.
Hunter takes me by surprise, by reaching up and untying my hands setting me free. He rubs each wrist before his hands find my face again. His palms are warm and soft against my skin.
“You are going to be tempted to touch me, but you aren’t allowed.” Hunter says, as each word rings in my ears.
“What do you mean?”
“I can touch you, but you are not allowed to touch me in return. If you do, you have failed the task.”
I call bullshit....
Hunter looks from my lips to my eyes than back again. His thumb traces my bottom lip and I open them slightly. Pushing his thumb into my mouth, his mouth opens copying my actions. Without warning, his mouth crashes against mine in a rush of emotions. Our tongues coaxing, teasing, tasting.... Hunter’s arms wrap around me, pulling me hard, and fast against him. My hands fist his shirt in a desperate attempt to keep him close and bullshit is called. As one of his arms stays around my back, the other grips my neck, to keep me in place. Hunter’s determination and eagerness shows in the way he handles my body. Not being able to keep my hands in the safe area for long, they start to roam, down......
I moan when I feel his hard length through his jeans, I start rubbing him willing the material to fuck off and join my clothes on the floor.
Hunter is really something else. In such a short time he has learnt what makes me tick, what makes me explode and what makes me break. This Master may be one man that I cannot bend to my rules, but I refuse to give up trying. I am not a quitter. As much as I try to make my move, he is one step ahead the whole time. It’s sexy really.
Hunter’s grip on my waist loosens and our devouring kiss is broken.
“You can’t help yourself can you?” he asked, breathlessly.
“Have you seen you? Who the fuck could?” I pull his mouth back to mine and devour him all over again.
Hunter’s fingers start to trail down my body until they meet my saturated panties. He tugs the material as I lift my ass off the bed. Hunter pulls them off, brings them to his nose and smells, he raises his brow and smiles. A girl wouldn’t want to be prudish around this guy that’s for sure. He throws them over his shoulder and nestles between my thighs. I see him look at my tattoo, before he uses a finger to trace the words as he speaks them out loud.
“Numquam Satis.” He says softly. “What does it mean?”
I don’t answer.
He continues to trace the words and repeats the words in Latin a few more times before his eyes seek mine.
“Tell me what it means, now.”
“If I tell you, I will have to kill you.” I say, bringing a hand down to cover the words.
“Drunken mistake?”
“That lasted too fucking long, yeah you could say that.” My tone is bitter, but it’s not for Hunter, it’s for the reason.
“We all make mistakes, but it’s how we learnt our lesson and move on that matters.” Hunter sounds compassionate when he speaks.
“I continue to make the same mistakes, Hunter. I’m a repeat offender, I will never learn.” I whisper the words in fear of them making me weak. I’ve cracked open a door and maybe punched a hole in a wall I don’t want down. If Hunter realised it, he didn’t play it. Instead, he leaned over and kissed my sex, licking gently, teasing me.
“You are, so fucking wet already.” Hunter says, before licking his lips.
I bury my head into the soft sheets as I feel his hand lightly trail the inside of my leg. A single finger runs down my dampened slit before pushing inside again.
“Bring your legs up, and open for me. I want to see your pussy, wet, wanting, aching for me.”
His words escalate my pulse.
Shivers rack my body.
I close my eyes and do as he asked.
“I am going to wreck you for anyone else, you know that don’t you?” His voice is husk, devilish almost.
I lay open to this man I said I would never submit to, yet here I am. My continuing thoughts fuck right off as one finger is replaced with two. Each stroke rubs my nerves, sending tingles of pleasure throughout me.
“Open those eyes, and sit up as much as you can.” Hunter demands. “I want you to see me devour you, but you aren’t allowed to make any noise. None.”
Fuck me running........
“Oh, no.” escapes my mouth before I can filter it.
“Control. You really should try it. Now, get up so you can watch.” His hand connects with my thigh, leaving a slight sting in its wake right where those damaging words scar.
I do as I’m told, and get up on my elbow so I can “watch” as he calls it. Hunter nestles between my thighs, his arms thread under my thighs and he tightly grips my hips with his hands keeping me firmly in place. I want to protest for no other reason than I call it a truce. I’m not going to be able to keep my moaning in check. If you had Hunter lick, suck, and finger fuck you, you would completely understand my concern here.
Before I can gather the exact words to fight back, Hunter’s mouth finds my soaking core as his fingers begin to fuck me. I tip my head back as I my mouth fall’s open. I hold back the curse of words I want to spit; however a little whimper escapes me. I continue to fight the noise a Hunter sucks my clit into his wicked mouth; he sucks, licks, and nips it gently sending my nerves into over drive with the rhythm of his fucking fingers.
“Oh, god.” I moan, my muscles clenching and tightening.
I start to wreath under his expect mouth and hands, as my pussy constricts around his fingers. The first orgasm comes hard and fast. Leaning one hand, I thread my fingers through his hair with the other, holding him firmly in place. Hunter pinches my ass and I loosen my grip instantly.
Inside I’m a screaming mess, but outside I’m biting my lip until the soft tissue starts to pain. I ride out the electrifying feeling as my toes start to curl. They say you need at least one toe curling orgasm a week to live a long healthy life so as far as I am concerned, I will now live a week longer than first expected. Hunter pinches m
y ass again and I realised my grip on his hair has increased again.
“Sorry, but that was...” I stop.
Was I just about to say he was amazing to his face? Umm, no.
“That was?” Hunter prompts lifting his head, but continuing to work his fingers inside me slowly. Painfully, fucking slow....
“Ah, fuck.”
“That was, ah, fuck?” Hunter repeats, showing humour in his voice.
“Now is not the time to laugh.” I removing my hands from his hair and slap his face playfully.
“What is it time for?” When Hunter asks, the corner of his mouth lifts, giving me a wicked thought.
“If you’re asking, then its time you fuck me painfully hard don’t you think?” I bite my lip and put on my post orgasmic charm.
“Do you know why I haven’t fucked you yet, Kat?”
“Because you’re gay?”
“Because I promised my friend I wouldn’t.”
I laugh out loud than stop; Hunters words are like a slap in the face that freaking hurts.
“Sailor told you not too right?” I shake my head, and with my voodoo magic I stab Sailor while he sleeps.
“Do you want to talk about why?” Hunter asks, removing himself from between my thighs.
“Why the fuck would I do that, Hunter? Just, fuck off.” I struggle up from the bed and find my pants and shirt. “I don’t ask about your life, so stay the fuck out of mine.”
My clothes are ripped from my hands; I’m on my back, his hands restraining mine, his mouth on mine in seconds. By the time I actually work out what the hell just happen my tongue is fucking his. The constant coaxing and sucking makes me moan. His hands leave mine as they rack my body. Two fingers side into my bra and pull it down revealing my hard nipple. It hardens under his aggressive touch. Hunter pinches it before he his mouth leaves mine and finds the tingling flesh.
I need to feel this in this moment, but I don’t give into my wants. I fight them. I hit at his chest before trying to push him off my body. Hunter takes my nipple between his teeth and clamps down, sending the right, but oh so wrong messages to my groin. My pushing becomes pulling as I work my hands down his rock hard chest, to his pants. His cock strains hard, so fucking hard against his pants as I pop the button and pull the zipper down.
His cock springs free as it falls into my palm. He moans as I grip it and work the long, hard shaft back and forth. His mouth moves to my other breasts, and he repeats the same torture. He pinches, sucks than bites my nipple. I squirm when the bite comes; it painfully good and I crave more. I need the pain. I push his pants down using my hands so far, than my feet for the rest of the way.
“You are a temptation, Kat.” Hunter mumbled against my skin.
“And you think you’re not?” I moan, as I feel the pre cum drip from his tip.
I manoeuvre my body under his until I can feel his cock rubbing against my opening. I’m fucking drenched, and I’m grateful really. The sheer size of hunter is mouth-watering but you want it to be a hard push, not a gentle one. Like the time in the spa, I position him at my entrance and rock my hips hoping for more penetration.
“Sailor’s my friend, I don’t think...”
“Sailor’s not here.” I yell. “Shut up and fuck me.”
Hunter’s mouth finds mine in a ferocious taking. He rocks his hips at the same time penetrating me with his tip. Hunter pulls back and slides his cock slowly inside, inch by inch. From every inch he goes in, he pulls out two. I can’t take it; I grip his ass, dig my nails into his skin and bring his hips to mine. When he’s all the way in, I let out a breath; I didn’t know I was holding. Hunter starts to move at a slow pace and I egg him on faster by continuing to dig my nails into his ass.
As our mouths devour each other, he swallows my cries of pleasure and pain. The way his cock hits my walls makes me almost come, but I hold it back. I need to feel, I need to feel this moment to get what I want. Taking me by surprise, hunter flips us so he’s sitting on the edge of the bed and I am straddling him. It feels so much deeper this way, and I like it. A lot. Hunter wraps one arm around my waist. He lifts me and brings me back down hard on his cock making me cry out, his mouth swallowing my cries.
Hunter breaks the seal from our mouths and my head tips back in ecstasy. Straight away, hunter free hand grabs my neck and brings my head forward, our eyes meeting for what feels like the first time. The fire in his eyes is exhilarating, mesmerising. I long to look away, the act is too intimate, too touching and the feelings I want to feel, abandon me. I try to look away but his hand holds my head in place as he continues to lift me up and down his shift harder and harder.
“Look at me.” he commands, breathlessly.
“No.” I once again try to pull from his grip.
“Fucking look at me, while I fuck you like you wanted.” Hunter roars, making me jump slightly.
He brings my body up, and shoves me down hard onto him again and again. My muscles start to clench as his length rubs against the sensitive tissues. I notice my moans getting louder and louder as his grunts sound the same.
“Don’t.Take.Your.Eyes.Off.Me.” He sounds out each word as he speaks it.
His grip on my neck releases. I keep my eyes on his. He brings two fingers to my mouth, and runs them along my bottom lip. He pushes it down gently and I open.
“Suck.” He commands.
I suck his fingers into my mouth as commanded. Hunter’s pace slows to an almost annoying pace, and I crave to tie him up and fuck him into submission. I can feel every vein, every defined inch of his length brushing against my core.
“I want you to ride me, slowly.” His voice is rough. His eyes penetrate me hard.
I start to move slow, which is maybe too fast for Hunter. He holds my waist and shakes his head mouthing, “slow.” I move at a slower pace, using my knees to push me up and down. Hunter takes his fingers out of my mouth and trails them down my back, the moisture from my own saliva leaving coolness in its wake. Hunters lets go of my hips and uses that hand to grip my neck with his fingers, his thumb strokes my cheek.
“I want you to feel every, single inch of me.”
I notice my pace getting faster as my muscles tighten and clamp down. My orgasm is fast approaching and I’m shocked that this could happen. I don’t get off on slow sensual play. I get off on dangerous, painful play. Hunter fingers trail down my tailbone and I feel them trail down my ass. Hunter stops at the puckering hole and I hold my breath when he applies pressure and rubs. The nerves send sparks flying and I come hard and fast.
My cries of pleasure echo throughout the room as I try to gather myself. I can feel my muscles clenching and unclenching as I come and come. Hunter grunts as he tightens his grip on my neck, which tells me he is close. His eyes become hooded as I run my hands over his chest, racking my nails down his tight wall. Each ripped muscle is felt under my fingertips; the sweat that we’ve caused makes it glisten.
“I want to claim this while you are here.” Hunter says, pushing the tip of his finger inside my ass.
I start to move harder and faster continuing to ride out my waves of pleasure. One orgasm turns into two when Hunter slides the tip of his finger in and out of my tight hole. I squirm at first but the feeling is unbelievable. I have never had anyone do this before and I now think I know what I was missing out on.
“I want to come inside you.” Hunter groans, and the vein in his neck bulges.
As he pours his hot seed inside me, my walls tighten around him over and over. I wish the feeling to stop because this feels different to how I pictured it. Yes, I picture things in my mind and when I do, they are how I want them, how I need them. This is not what I need but strangely what I want. I’m such a fucked up mess, and I continue to fuck myself more.
I stop moving when my last shudder stops. My head rests on hunters and both our breathing is accelerated. The need to run hits me and start to get up. Hunter grabs me tightly by the waist and holds me still, stopping me from getting away. The fee
ling of agitation hits and weaken.
“Let me go, I need to get ready for bed.”
“This is what you wanted, and now you run. Is this a common occurrence for you, Kat?”
I squirm and wriggle until Hunter lets me go. I get up, and find my clothes, which are scattered on the floor. I throw on my shirt and pants, desperately trying not to look at hunter who I can feel staring. The ache in my chest is harsh; I can feel the ink burning against my skin reminding me why I do this. He’s here; he’s always fucking here.
I run out of the room, leaving Hunter calling out my name. I take the stairs two at a time in a desperate bid to get away. I push open the door as Rumbles is walking past. I half stumble half trip and he catches me before I land face first into the ground.
“Shit, you okay, Kat?” Rumbles grip’s my waist and uses the other hand to take my hand.
“Fuck, I’m fine.” I say, pushing him away.” I have to go.”
I can hear Hunter’s voice and heavy steps behind me.
“You tripped, are you sure you didn’t...”
“I said I’m fucking fine, just let me go.” I push him harder and he finally lets me go before stepping back.
I watch his eyes drift behind where the door for basement goes. My name is on repeat and I fight my feet that want to stop. I hear the door open and close my eyes briefly before running the up the staircase to my room.
“What the fuck did you do to her, Hunter?” Rumbles voice is aggressive.
“Stay the fuck out of it; it has nothing to do with you.” Hunter replies.
I hear a hard thud and automatically feel bad for my actions. I knew the grunt when the body connected with the wall and I can say it wasn’t Hunters. I make it to my room but stop; I need to be somewhere were Hunter can’t get to me. I keep running along the halls, opening the doors until I find what I’m looking for. When I find it I open the door without knocking. I can hear Hunter and I need to disappear. I pull open the door and note the shock on Arrow’s face that sits on his bed reading.
