Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Unleashed #1-4; Beg for It #1)

by Callie Harper

  I decided at least I could take a shower. That much I could control.

  As for the rest of it, I just had to face facts. I was one of many. He’d never told me otherwise. In fact, he’d put up hard limits around our relationship, clear parameters defining our arrangement. Of course he had other women in his life, others who meant far more than some kind of a sex bargain. Apparently Courtney was one of them, maybe the most significant of them all. And why wouldn’t she be? She fit in much better than I did with his life now.

  Anyone with 20/20 vision could have seen their intimacy from the brief encounter at the restaurant, how she’d dragged her blood-red nails across his shoulder. I was nothing to him—low-hanging fruit, a desperate farm girl with no other options offering herself up to him for sex. Now that I’d seen the kind of world he lived in, the high-rollers who were his associates, I realized bailing out my ranch was play money to him. It was the kind of change that fell out of his pocket on the way to board his private jet.

  I’d been living in a big fat bubble, but that bubble had burst. I’d been walking around dreaming about the kids we’d have one day, but this wasn’t special to him. This was an easy fuck. To me, it meant everything. And that’s why I had to leave, now.

  Out of the shower, I started packing. I didn’t have much. I wouldn’t take any of the fancy stuff I’d bought with Declan’s money. Those were the dress-up clothes of his week-long sex toy. I wasn’t that. I was Kara Brooks and I needed to head home. Somewhere I had my old boots, jeans and t-shirt, the ones I’d worn to our meeting only a week ago. Could it have really been only one week? But, yes, Friday morning I’d walked into his office in those boots and now I needed to find them, put them on and walk back out of his life again. For my own sanity.

  “What are you doing?” My heart skipped a beat at the sound of Declan’s voice. Hand up to my chest, I clutched the towel around my naked body. I’d been so intent on finding my old clothes, banging around in the bureau and closet, that I hadn’t heard him come in.

  “I’m looking for my boots!” I knew I sounded overly upset but that was the least of my problems. Why had he come back in the middle of this? A few minutes more and I could have been gone, in a taxi to the airport.

  “Why do you need your boots?” He kept calm and cool, of course, looking outrageously sexy in a dark fitted suit and deep red tie. He loosened it as he spoke.

  “Declan…” I crossed my arms in front of my chest. I hadn’t worked out what to say to him. I didn’t think I’d have to. Finally, I choked out, “I saw Courtney’s note.”

  “What?” He didn’t sound mad. He sounded like he didn’t know what I was talking about.

  “The note, that square thing!” I gestured out the door vaguely in the direction of the countertop. “I saw her note. How she can’t wait to finish what you’ve started.” My words came out hot, jealous, buzzing in my ears like the stereotype of a spurned lover in a soap opera. I hated playing that part, but I had no choice. I felt enraged, wounded, venomous, the epitome of a woman scorned.

  “You’ve been reading my mail?” His voice kept low and controlled as he removed his jacket and tie.

  “It was out on the counter. It wasn’t like I searched through your stuff and ripped it open.”

  “But you picked up something addressed to me. Pulled out a private note, and read it.”

  “Declan, that’s not the point!” I felt shaken and upset, my breathing coming fast, tears close to the surface.

  “What is the point?” He took a step toward me. I took a step back.

  “It’s what she said. It’s what’s between you two.”

  “What is between us?” He took another step toward me. I retreated again, coming up against the wall.

  “I don’t even want to know.” I shook my head and looked away, trembling, hating myself for still wanting him to reach out and reassure me.

  He didn’t. “You shouldn’t read things that don’t belong to you.”

  I exhaled, frustrated. “As if that’s the problem here.”

  “That is the problem here.” Now he stood right next to me and I could feel the heat radiating from his powerful body. How he could make a suit look so virile, so male, I didn’t know. Up until now I’d always preferred the jeans and cowboy hat look. Now, though, I didn’t know, I didn’t know anything anymore.

  “You think Courtney’s my woman?” He brought both hands, palm-down, against the wall on either side of my head. Leaning down, he brushed close to my hair, breathing deep, scenting me.

  “You belong together.” My voice came out breathy, my body already beginning to respond to Declan’s nearness. My mind still clung to anger and my sense of betrayal, but my body had other ideas. I brought a hand to his chest in protest, then kept it there, spread against his strength.

  “Hmmm.” I could feel his chest rumble under my palm and I shivered. He brought his mouth down to my ear and kissed me, lightly, teasing, bringing his lips down to my earlobe to suck and bite. “Is that right?” Dipping down to my bare, exposed shoulder, he kissed and licked, trailing his hot, wicked lips along my skin.

  I tried to fight it, but my entire body sang under his attentions. I was helpless, my own worst enemy.

  “Declan.” I forced strength into my words, willed my hand against his solid, muscled chest to push away. “I don’t…if you’re with her, I don’t—”

  “There’s no one but you,” he growled, possessive. So fast I didn’t know it was happening, he grabbed my wrists and pulled them up over my head, pinning them against the wall under his huge hands. Without my arms at my sides, my towel fell to my feet, leaving me completely naked, pink and exposed and panting under his heated gaze. I wriggled under his grip, but he easily kept my wrists hard against the wall in one hand, then brought the other down to my breast.

  “You may not accept it yet,” he said, lazily caressing my soft mound. “You might not want it. But you’re mine.” As he said it, he brought his fingers to my nipple and pinched. A sigh escaped my parted lips, my eyes half-closed. “Your mind wants to fight it. But your body knows.” His hand circled my other breast, drawing closer to my other nipple. I arched into him. I craved his touch, the sensations he brought to me, the intensity of the pain and pleasure washing my mind blank with desire.

  “Mine,” he hissed, pinching my nipple hard between his large fingers. I gasped and heard myself moan. Still pinning my wrists easily with one hand, his other fingers started to travel down my body, dipping along my hips, along my stomach, down to where I was starting to ache and throb.

  “Now, Kara,” he whispered into my ear. My eyes fully closed, I leaned into him, loving his heat, his nearness, yearning for more. “A minute ago you were pushing me away.” His fingers teased me, grazing my inner thighs near my sex but not touching. I whimpered, wanting more, yearning for him to plunge his fingers deep into me.

  He withdrew his hand and looked into my eyes. “Do you want to leave, Kara?”

  I met his gaze, my eyes wide with need, my anger melting into something else completely different but with equal passion.

  “Or do you want to stay with me so I can do this?” He brought his finger right where I needed, slipping it easily into my slick pussy, pushing right in and up inside of me. I gasped as he began finger-fucking me, plunging into my wetness, stroking my walls. “What do you want, Kara?” he asked, shoving two fingers deep inside of me.

  “You!” I called out, bucking my hips into his thrusts, wanting him deeper, wanting it harder.

  “You want me?” he asked, his voice gruff, harsh, commanding. He brought his fingers to my clit and stroked, then pinched lightly.

  “Yes!” I called out, already feeling lost in the building need, the urgent pressure and intensity of my pleasure.

  “Then you’re going to have to prove you trust me.” He withdrew both hands and stepped away, leaving me shaking, quivering and naked against the wall. Taking off his dress shirt to reveal his chiseled, tattooed chest, he pointed at the
carpet before him. “Kneel,” he ordered.

  Minutes ago I’d been set on walking out the door. But now I thrilled to his order, my nipples stiff and still pulsing from his harsh touch. As if in a spell, I complied, my lust leading me over before him, compelling me to kneel down at his feet.

  “On all fours,” he growled. I did as he told me. Quick as lightning, he brought a restraint to my wrists, pinning them together and tying me to the wooden leg of the bed. Down on my elbows, I shook with lust and vulnerability, naked and tied up, my ass bent up in the air for him to do whatever he wanted.

  Whack! I felt the sharp sting of his huge hand on my naked bottom. I screamed out with the contact, from shock and pain, and pulled against my restraints. He’d tied me tight. This was a sharp spanking, not an easy, tapping, light tease. This hurt. Smack! He knelt next to me and brought his hand down again, hard, on my ass. I gasped and screamed, his palm coming down again and again.

  “You’ve been bad,” he reprimanded as he punished me, my ass up and growing red under his palm. “Bad girl, reading my mail.” Smack, he assaulted my rear, his angry hand branding my sensitive flesh. “Ass up to take your punishment!” he roared.

  I hadn’t realized it but I’d started to pull away from the pain, moving my ass down toward my calves, but under his command I brought it back up. Positioning myself, I arched my back, offering my red, sore bottom up for his hand.

  “Yes,” he hissed in approval as he brought his hand down again for a hard, punishing whack. “Submit!” I cried out, now panting with tears in my eyes. It stung, it felt humiliating, and the throbbing in my pussy grew with each and every spank. Every time his demanding, huge palm smacked my sensitive ass, my sex ached in response, needing this, wanting this, wanting more.

  “You’re mine!” He brought his hand down one last time, this time positioned to smack not just my bottom but my wet, dripping pussy. I screamed and pushed my sex into his palm, wanting the contact. He kept his hand there, rewarding me, pressing his palm against my mound. “Say it,” he growled.

  “I’m yours,” I purred in agreement. I was his, it was all I could feel, throbbing through every inch of my body. I belonged to Declan.

  With his fingers down at my clit, he began stroking me, coaxing out the honey and the pleasure. “That’s right. And tonight you’re going to prove it.”

  I tensed. What did he mean?

  “You remember what tonight is, don’t you, Kara?” He kept stroking. It was so difficult to think while he did that. All I could do was feel, quiver, moan. “I’ve been training your ass for a reason.” With that, he brought his slick fingers up to the rim of my asshole. He didn’t enter, not yet. He teased, slippery, at my hole.

  I whimpered at the reminder. Tonight he was going to take my ass. I didn’t know if I was ready. I didn’t know if I could take all of him in. His cock was so huge I felt like he might split me open.

  “Declan,” I whimpered, shaking, frightened. “I don’t know if…you’re so big.”

  Smack, his hand came down again, hard on my bottom. “You will take your punishment,” he ordered. “Naughty girls get punished. I’ve been training your body, training your ass to please me.” He brought a hand down to stroke my wet pussy again, reading me as I trembled to his touch. With his other hand he stroked my breasts, bringing his fingers to my nipples to pet and pull, stroke and pinch.

  “Are you ready to please me, Kara?” he asked, working me as I panted and moaned. “Are you ready to take your punishment and please me?”

  “Yes,” I begged, ready for anything he wanted to give me. “Yes, please.”

  With a growl of victory, he quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes and knelt behind me again, this time directly at my ass. “Spread your legs for me,” he commanded.

  Throbbing with need, I pushed my knees further apart to give him better access, remembering to keep my bottom up. He brought his huge hands to my hips, positioning me. With his fingers, he pulled apart my cheeks and I knew he was looking straight at my asshole. I wanted to pull away, embarrassed. He shouldn’t be looking at me there. That was too private, too dirty. I pulled at my wrists, feeling my restraint.

  “Stay still,” he told me, gruff, and I tried. I held myself right where he wanted and let him start to explore me, taking my pussy juices and working them up at my ass, slowly drawing his finger into my forbidden hole. I gasped as he penetrated me, but I didn’t move. I’d learned what he wanted of me and I wanted to give it to him.

  “Good girl,” he praised me. My pussy flushed, dripping in response. “Stay still for your master.”

  “Yes, master,” I purred for him, melting into his touch, my mind a hum of heat, all rational thought gone. His fingers felt so good. The pleasure began to build as he penetrated me, finger-fucking my ass, now bringing two wet fingers to slip in and out of my hole. With his other hand, he circled and stroked my clit, working me higher. Once I was moaning and meeting his thrusts with my hips, trying to take more of his fingers deeper into me, he pulled out.

  “Now it’s time.” I could feel the hard, insistent crown of his cock at the edge of my asshole. I couldn’t help whimpering in fear. It would hurt so much!

  “Take it, Kara,” he growled, pressing his dick, slick from my own juices, against my opening. “Take my cock up your ass.” With that he pushed into my asshole, forcing the huge, swollen crown of his enormous shaft into my narrow, tight hole. Screaming, I pulled against my wrist restraints. It burned! My eyes filled with tears.

  “Take me in,” he commanded as he kept pushing, pushing his huge cock into my tight hole, slipping in further and further, using the lube from my pussy to press in.

  “I can’t—!” My eyes bulged out, my jaw dropped. He was so huge, so gigantic, stuffing me so tight. I didn’t think I’d survive. I couldn’t imagine how he was even fitting.

  “Christ, Kara, you’re so tight!” he hissed and I moaned in response hearing the lust in his voice, his tight need. I was turning him on, letting him take my virgin ass. I wanted to do this, to serve his basest desires. Willing myself to relax, I gave a deep exhale and let him in all the way.

  “Fuck!” he exclaimed as he buried his huge cock balls-deep into my tight, untouched asshole. I screamed with the feel of it, stuffed so full with his prick, thrilled by how wrong I knew it was to have him in there, but it felt so right. He possessed me completely.

  “Brace yourself.” At his warning, I brought the palms of my bound hands to the floor and pressed my weight into my elbows and hands as best I could. He gripped my hips in his large hands and began to fuck me. First drawing out, slowly, then in again, working up into a faster rhythm, taking the burning pain in my ass and turning it into a whole different kind of fire, so intense, so primal, burning so bright I couldn’t see or speak words anymore. Incoherent sounds came from my mouth, screams and moans of need and pleasure. His balls slapped against my pussy as he thrust into me again and again, burying himself to the hilt.

  “Yes, Kara!” he called out. “Fuck, yes, take me!” I could only moan and comply, his need building my own, his hand holding my hips exactly where he wanted them as he brought his cock deep into my ass again and again.

  “Do you like your master fucking your ass?” His words, so dirty, so possessive, made my pussy quiver in response.

  “Yes, master!” I screamed as he rammed into me.

  “Say it!” he demanded.

  “Master, I love you fucking my ass!” I loved saying it, loved him making me do it for him. He assaulted me, fucking my ass so fast and so hard I thought I might pass out.

  “You’re mine, Kara. Mine!” He pounded into me, furious and powerful. I could feel him start to tense, his breathing growing ragged and harsh. “Are you going to take my come up your ass, Kara?”

  “Yes!” I screamed, feeling myself starting to come at his words. The shudders of ecstasy built, pounded, started to break against my shores.

  “Take it!” he yelled and hot, thick come gushed out of h
is cock deep into my ass. “Take my come in your ass!”

  I screamed with fulfillment as my orgasm exploded, my shudders and screams mixing with his thrusts and final hot spurts of come deep inside my ass. I nearly blacked out from the pleasure, sinking down, the side of my face resting on the carpet. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, so deep, as he brought his hands down to either side of my body. He nearly collapsed against my back, pressing his massive, solid chest against me, panting as he brought his face to my head.

  “Fuck, Kara. What are you doing to me?”

  “Declan,” I sighed, completely full and satisfied. He pulled out and untied my wrists with one swift tug. Then he locked me in his embrace as we rolled to the floor.

  “I’ll never get enough of you,” he murmured, kissing my cheek, holding me against him tight. Panting, sweaty, naked, entwined, we belonged completely to each other.

  CHAPTER 8

  Declan

  Kara lay against me, the gentle rise and fall of her chest in sync with mine. All sweet cream and honey, this woman. She should never wear clothing. It was a crime to cover up such a masterpiece.

  Last night had been so intense, the feel of her giving herself completely to me, submitting. How turned on she got as I spanked and then took her ass, how tight and hot. I’d nearly blacked out when I’d come. She had as well. We’d both lain there panting and I bet neither one of us could have remembered our names, the date, anything other than how good we felt together.

  Afterwards I’d taken her into the bath and massaged her, caressed her, made her feel so good. That’s all I wanted to do, take care of her. The way she looked at me with those wide, adoring eyes. And I could trust it, I knew I could, because it was the same way she’d looked at me back in the day when I had nothing. An old pickup truck the only possession in my name and she’d still looked at me as if I were a king. She made me feel like I was one, and I wanted to use everything I now had in my power to make her feel like a queen. My queen.