“Try to move now.”
She did.
Tabytha moaned as she realized the effect.
The friction on her belly, the up and down that ground her pelvis against the sheets. It was definitely obscene.
“Now we resume our regularly scheduled spanking.”
He delivered a rounded blow, cupping his hands. She felt the reverberation, the opening of her nerve endings contrasting to the tightness of the confinement.
Oh yeah, this was new.
Harlan struck her again.
It wasn’t his hand.
What the f—?
Crack.
He had a paddle.
Tap, tap, tap, crack again.
Her bottom screamed. She clenched in anticipation but he was having none of it.
A single finger moved into her soft, helpless, open sex. He played with her lips. He penetrated.
She swore at him.
“You’re dripping wet.”
She swore some more.
He pinched her, delivering a fierce sudden rush that utterly confused her senses. “Language, Tabby Cat.”
Tabytha clenched her teeth.
Was she supposed to just…take it?
Apparently so.
Another blow of the paddle quickly cleared her head and then he went back to her pussy. She had no power to stop as he inserted two fingers deep.
“May I?”
“Yes, oh god, f-fuck me!”
“How the mighty have fallen,” he teased.
She lifted her ass for him, trying to give better access. Shameless, she rubbed her nipples against the bed. And panted.
“You may come,” he said magnanimously.
It was no reward though, as his fingers suddenly vanished, leaving her with no viable means to accomplish the task.
“I-I can’t.”
He spanked her raw and hard, crashing into her reality.
“You can and you will.”
Tabytha cried out, letting the sound of his voice take her, the absolute and overwhelming sensations it induced.
She clenched and unclenched her fists.
Something about being fixed like this, poised in time and space, an exotic butterfly pinned to this man’s bed.
“Mine,” said Harlan.
Tabytha lost all restraint as he put her out of her misery, his finger finding her clitoris.
The barest touch was all it took, sending her out of her mind, blowing her reality, exposing her every desire, her very soul, wave after wave, washing away, exposing.
The ultimate freedom…with the maximum restraint.
As the first orgasm bled into the second he started spanking her again, hard thwacks that invited her participation, her self-betrayal.
She began to move in time to his blows, almost anticipating them.
Three times more he spanked her and then he stopped. He let his hand rest on her smooth back.
She could hear him breathing—deep, satisfied inhalations.
She wanted to tell herself no, this wasn’t real, but who could argue how her body had reacted and how it was reacting now.
So warm and satisfied, so at peace.
“Your ass is red,” he said. “The most beautiful shade I’ve ever seen.”
Tabytha felt his lips, cool and moist against the dry heat. He was kissing her, along her spine and now over her backside.
She winced from the heat, the mild pain, the overwhelming pleasure.
“I’m going to take you,” he said softly. “I am going to possess you with my cock now.”
His words sent electrical shocks all along her nerve endings, head to toe. He was still kissing her, this time up her back, and he did not rest until he reached her shoulders. One after the other he nibbled at them then he went to work on her handcuffs.
He released the lock mechanisms. Then he freed her ankles.
She whimpered as he climbed on top of her now.
It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what was coming next.
Again he helped, taking hold of her waist and lifting her into place as effortlessly as if she were a rag doll.
Harlan was going to take her from behind.
He was going to have sex with her after having just spanked her.
She’d asked for it too, every last bit. By coming to the club and by accepting his ridiculous idea of research, she had signed up.
Or had she?
Perhaps sensing her inklings of buyer’s remorse, he said, “Deep down we know how much you want it and how you need it, Tabytha. Are you ashamed to feel this way? Don’t be, it’s natural. It doesn’t matter what others say, for us this is right.”
This was the presence of his cock at the crack of her ass now, rock-hard, velvet sheathed over steel, prepared to spear her to the depth.
As conquests went, it was to be expected. What she did not expect was the accompanying softness.
“You don’t fight fair,” she cried as he pressed his pectorals to her shoulder blades and bent to nibble her earlobes.
“Sweetheart, there is nothing fair about me. Tonight I will learn everything about you, I will try your body, see all that it can do.”
Her pulse raced. She could hear her heart slamming. How did a woman fight this?
“Are you ready?” he asked with deceptive sweetness.
She shook her head. She would not give in, no fucking way.
He plunged the head of his cock inside her, hot and burning, making her pussy clench. She wanted more, she needed all of it but he denied her.
“Not so fast.”
“Just do it,” she said, expressing the maximum disdain. “Add me to your notches.”
“Oh there’s no hurry. Besides, I intend for you to beg.”
“Never.”
He said not another word as he impaled her, suddenly filling her body, her world with hot, throbbing cock.
“Oh…”
She braced herself, waiting for the onslaught, but he didn’t move, not a bloody inch, one way or the other.
“Nothing happens until you are still,” he said. “You thought chains were a challenge, try being bound only by your own will.”
Tabytha whimpered. Being still was the most difficult thing in the universe right now, he had to know that.
Harlan extracted his cock, leaving her utterly, inexplicably empty.
“What…are you doing?”
“You aren’t serious,” he decided.
“I am, I am,” she heard herself say, cursing her own weakness.
Have I no pride?
“You don’t want it bad enough.”
Tabytha called him a cocksucker and it was at this point he sat up.
A moment later he was gone.
When he came back he had the thing.
The vibrator.
An insidious little devil that worked and liquefied her pussy, one layer stripped away after another.
“Harlan, fuck my pussy, please?”
There she had said it.
“No.”
No?
“You said I had to beg.”
“That wasn’t proper begging.”
He turned the little device up to high, whirring her out of her mind for the umpteenth time. Then just before she could rally around it and bring herself off, he turned it down to low.
Tabytha whispered the words.
He wanted them repeated, of course, and much louder.
“Fuck me, please, Harlan, I…I beg you.”
“Ordinarily a girl says Sir,” he critiqued.
“Fuck me, Sir!”
This time Harlan pressed his shaft into her for real. No playing now, he grunted hard and thrusted once, twice, three times. With each deep penetration, her body pushed to the mattress, knees, cheeks and elbows, she could feel him getting larger. Her mind swirled back to the first time she’d seen him, the way he looked at her at the coffee house, the way he’d fielded her questions.
Did she see foresee this moment?
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bsp; Had she longed for it with every waking breath?
Yes, oh hell yes.
“You may come now,” he said, though she hadn’t asked.
Something about the way he said it, the calm possessiveness and the way he dominated and utilized her body while still maintaining the civility, the gravitas.
This was a male power she’d never dreamed of much less encountered in real life.
It was a dream, of falling and rising, of belonging.
She scarcely knew where he ended and she began. She could hear him roaring above her, like a lion, his body overwhelming and swallowing hers even as she swallowed his center, his heat and finally his come.
Like a surge, it blasted into her, upending the final moorings of her mind and sending her over the edge. She clutched at him, held him tight, biting into his shoulder and screaming out the reality of his taking.
Two creatures, hearts slammed together into one.
Raw power.
Definitely real, palpable.
The question was, who had it…and where did it go from here?
She wanted answers, like any good reporter.
But she was so damn sleepy.
Her last conscious thought was of Harlan, undoing the handcuffs and stretching out beside her, reassuring, strong and enveloping.
She could feel his heartbeat.
She could stay this way forever.
And that’s when she knew just how big a mistake she’d just made.
Chapter Six
Harlan thought he’d been dreaming. It was one of those deep ones you never want to get out of because it’s so hot and so fucking good. But then he felt the tickle of silky hair, the press of lips to his chest, soft in sleep, one full breast, a hip, warm skin, and he remembered.
Tabytha.
So he had brought her back here.
To the infamous dungeon as she’d dubbed it.
Abandon all hope ye who enter.
It had been an inferno, all right.
The heat of their bodies, the delicious, indescribable combination of Tabytha’s willing body and warring spirit, the way she’d begged him, yes and then no and then yes again, a million times yes.
His cock stirred afresh as he thought of the names she’d called him, the way she’d writhed and strained against the handcuffs, letting herself go as he teased her into oblivion.
And then there was the sex itself.
He needed more. He needed a fix.
His hand moved to cup her ass cheek, so smooth and round and available.
Tabytha sighed in reply. She sidled against him, his in sleep.
How would she move in response to the whip? Harlan wondered.
What a sight it would be to see her secured on tiptoes like Vanessa, his to play with, for an hour, maybe more.
What about…forever?
The thought chilled him to the core even as it made his pulse race.
Damn. Where the hell had that come from?
Harlan Blake had had his fill of forever. Commitment was an illusion. It was about the chase now, the conquest.
Tabytha was waking up. It was anyone’s guess what sort of mood she’d be in.
“Morning, darling.”
Her eyes opened slowly. Curiously blinking, gauging her surroundings. Abruptly she sat up. Hair tousled, her breasts and belly inviting his touch, his teasing.
She pulled the sheet up. “Stop looking at me.”
He grinned. “I think we’re a little past that.”
Her gaze narrowed as if processing. “You bastard. What did you do to me?”
“Nothing that hasn’t been done from the beginning of time.”
“Screwing me over?” she supplied. “Dragging me back to your cave?”
“You called it my dungeon last night.”
“I was on drugs.”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, I should have been.”
“You seemed to have a good time.”
“It was…research.”
He arched a brow. “Didn’t I tell you what happens to little girls who lie?”
“I’m not a little girl.”
“No, you are all woman.” He reached for her.
She recoiled, scrambling backward.
Harlan grabbed her ankle and pulled her back toward him.
“Let go of me,” she squealed.
“Not until we fix this little problem.”
Tabytha gasped at the sight of his cock. “Holy crap, did you…put that inside me?”
“Don’t even act like you don’t remember.” He dragged her over his lap.
She squirmed on top of him, which only made it more enjoyable.
“Keep that thing away from me, damn it!”
He lowered his palm onto her ass, a wakeup call if ever there was one.
She groaned.
“That is sense memory, darling.”
“Sure, I remember how I hated it!”
He slid his hand to the crack of her pussy, moist and ready. “Care to explain this?”
“I have nothing to say.”
“That will be the day.”
He rubbed her ass, warming it. “This morning you will be on top.”
“In your dreams.”
“In my fantasies, you mean. Do you want to know the details?”
“No!”
“You would be at my mercy, chained up like Vanessa, except you would be in front of a huge crowd.”
“I said I didn’t want to know.”
“You would be utterly naked, like you are now.” He rubbed her back, caressed the little place on the back of her knees, her elbows and her earlobes too.
Basically he was everywhere, any place he could use to drive her wild.
“How many frigging hands do you have?” she complained.
“For you? Not enough. Shall we continue with my fantasy? Your hands are over your head, chained, like Vanessa, as I said, and your eyes are covered in a velvet blindfold, luxurious, decadent. You can see only blackness and you can hear only the sound of the man breathing.”
She tensed and then tried to crawl away. Her most foolish move yet.
Re-positioning her was child’s play.
Tabytha cried out as he swung her up and over.
Impaling her.
She slid down onto his cock, warm and soft, pulsing.
They were face-to-face now.
Oh god, he remembered this feeling from last night. It was like…home.
“You don’t play fair, Harlan Blake.”
She was ready to fight her new fate, but she quickly saw the results, the stimulation she was giving herself. She tried to stay very still after that, but he was having none of it.
He took both nipples, lightly tugging them to get her attention. “I want you to move for me, darling.”
Tabytha groaned.
Harlan waited for her compliance. He might as well have been waiting on the air for his lungs.
There was no living without this.
“He has a whip, the man who comes for you,” Harlan continued the fantasy. “Do you know who he is?”
“Gee, I have no idea.”
He rolled her nipples between thumbs and forefingers now. “I can picture it, can’t you? As I go over every inch of you with that whip, as I listen for every breath, teasing you, never once touching you where you needed it most? Can you imagine that?”
Tabytha leaned forward, wanting the friction on her clit. “Sure I can. You’re a cocksucker even in your dreams.”
Harlan smiled. “There was one thing different between my fantasy and the scene with Vanessa. Shall I tell you?”
“I can hardly wait.”
“When I released you, you sank down to your knees.”
She closed her eyes.
“You begged for my cock, Tabytha, your Master’s cock.”
Her breathing came in short stabs. She was on the edge.
He lifted her by the waist, nearly liberating his cock only to thrust her back d
own upon him. Harlan did it again and this time she was utterly undone. Falling forward, her head on his chest, she clung to him.
“Come for me, baby doll,” he whispered. “Come as hard as you can.”
She shuddered and quaked, her thigh muscles clinging, her pussy moving from spasm to spasm.
His only regret was not being able to see her beautiful face.
When her orgasm dissipated at long last he rolled her onto her back.
“Look at me,” he commanded as she tried to shut her eyes.
Her lip trembled as she tried to hold it together.
Harlan had been told more than once how intense he was.
“This is your doing,” he said evenly. “The passion you see in me, only a woman like you could awaken it.”
Her mouth opened slightly, but no words came.
The Great Tabytha Quillen driven to silence.
Their fingers intertwined, as if of their own volition. He told himself it was all of his scripting but as he braced himself for his final assault he knew something was happening.
Something he could no more explain with his experience than she could with all her smart-aleck journalism.
Only one thing to do and that was follow it through to the end.
Assuming she was up for the journey.
It might require a little subterfuge but it would be for a good cause.
“So you got any plans today?” he deadpanned.
“Nothing that involves you.”
“Are you sure? It could be great research.”
The glimmer in her eye gave her away.
He had her, only she didn’t know it yet.
* * * * *
Tabytha tried to wrap her head around things with a nice, long shower.
Unbelievable. After all he’d done last night and then again this morning, Harlan Blake wanted more. More of her time, her attention, and probably her body too, though he’d sworn it would be strictly platonic.
Platonic my ass, she thought, running the warm water over her aching, still-tingling body. Hell’s bells, it was like the man was still filling her with his cock, driving himself deeper and deeper, making her take anything and everything.
He had actually handcuffed her and tied her and made her say…things.
No one would believe it.
Scratch that, no one would ever find out.
The column idea was officially DOA.
So why was she actually entertaining his ridiculous idea of spending the day with him so she could do more “research”?
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