Wicked

by Sasha White

  “Yes,” she panted. Her hips rocked and his grip on her hair tightened. Pain flashed through her and a rush of arousal dampened them both. “Oh!”

  “Lara,” he said sharply. “Focus.”

  She stared into his dark eyes, the fire in them clear. “Yes, safe, tested last month, clean. On the pill.”

  He thrust forward, and she was filled with long hard throbbing cock, in and out, as he pumped his hips fast, lifting her almost off the bed. His hands left her hair, left her ass, both sliding over her ribs to cup her breasts. Every thrust had him hitting a spot deep within her that sent sensation spiking through her body. Her head fell forward, her panting turning into a string of sighs and gasps as she fought for breath.

  “Oh, yes, Oh God! Karl!” A scream wrenched from deep inside until she bit down on his shoulder as everything in her tightened, then exploded. Lights flashed behind her eyes, and she shuddered in his arms.

  Her body a boneless mass, she’d just got her breath back when Karl switched his grip to her hips. He thrust deep, holding her tight to him, grinding against her as his cock swelled and throbbed and hot wetness flooded her sex, setting off another small series of pleasurable shock waves.

  They lay together, still connected for a few minutes. Lara’s brain was fried. She knew she should move, should leave, go get a towel, turn off the light…something. But she didn’t. She couldn’t.

  Karl’s arms wrapped around her, engulfing her in warmth as he pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “You weren’t supposed to come until I said,” he whispered.

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. But she really wasn’t. The orgasm had rocked her to the core, and she’d loved every second of it.

  “Don’t be. I’m going to enjoy punishing you for it.”

  Lara heard the words, and the promise in them, but she didn’t care. She just snuggled against him and let erotic contentment lull her into a deep sleep.

  10

  She looked so sweet, almost innocent, as she snuggled into her pillow. Her mouth was open and little baby snores escaped every thirty seconds or so as Karl gazed down at her.

  He’d eased out from beneath her a while ago, with the full intention of pulling a sheet over her and leaving. Instead he’d stood, turned off the light and crawled back onto her bed, where she’d snuggled into his arms.

  Lara had eagerness, and a natural capacity for sensation play that he could nurture. But it was more than that. She was a submissive.

  Her need to give up control, to be taken care of, was buried so deep inside her, so far behind that wall of independence and attitude that she’d built around herself that even she wasn’t aware of it.

  But now he was. The way she responded tohim, to his touch, to his command…it was heady, and undeniable.

  He must have subconsciously recognized it in her right from the start. It was why he hadn’t been able to forget her. Tonight, for just a moment, he’d gotten a glimpse of it.

  Karl had seen that her “do anything once” attitude was just that. An attitude. Sure, she’d back it up, and physically, he didn’t think there was anything she wouldn’t try at least once. But emotions were a different story. Getting past Lara’s walls would be a lot of work, physically, psychologically, and emotionally.

  She was stubborn and independent. He already knew she’d treat it all as a game, unwilling to admit how strong her need was, even to herself. But that was okay, because she would accept it, even revel in it once she was truly his.

  Karl’s gut clenched and his pulse raced. He should walk away from her—she was dangerous. In the space of an hour she’d gone from a potential playmate, to…to being the one he’d given up on ever finding.

  11

  Cool air slipped over Lara’s skin and she struggled awake. The lights were out and the room was dark. It was the middle of the night and she thought she was alone, until the bed shifted and she realized the sudden chill was from loss of shared body heat.

  Scrubbing at heavy eyelids she watched as Karl tugged his T-shirt back on over his head, and sleepy desire stirred within her.

  “Where are you going?” she croaked, her voice husky with sleep.

  “Home to my place, sugar.” His hand smoothed over her tousled hair and he kissed the top of her head. “You were wonderful. I’ll call you tonight.”

  She watched him walk from the room, an unusual type of satisfaction settling in her chest as she hugged the pillow, and closed her eyes. She didn’t want to think right then, she felt too damn good.

  A sigh escaped as she sank back into sleep. He’d said she was wonderful.

  * * *

  Three hours later, her body heavy with satisfaction, Lara rolled from bed and stumbled into the shower. Not only was there a pleasant tenderness between her thighs as a reminder of the night’s activities, but it was also Friday. The perfect way to start the weekend.

  The steam built up quick in her little bathroom, and she closed her eyes and washed her hair. She loved to have her hair touched and played with, it was the reason she let it grow long, and Karl had known to pull just hard to make her melt.

  He obviously knew a lot about what made a woman melt. There was no denying he’d been in charge last night, yet not once had she felt dominated or humiliated. She’d loved every minute of it. God, she’d been so wrapped up in the pleasure that she’d totally forgoteen to have ‘the talk’ with him about safe sex.

  She thought about him, who he was, and everything she’d learned, and realized that she wasn’t worried. Between his obvious care for himself, his career choice, and the careful way he’d laid things out for her….she knew he was that careful and sure about everything he did.

  Stepping out of the shower she skimmed the towel over her body to dry off and her nipples peaked sending a shiver dancing down her spine. Damn, just the thought of him had her on edge and she imagined getting him out of those damn pants…she wanted him completely naked so she could lick him all over.

  Lord, the man had a body worth drooling over. And a glorious cock! But she’d been so overwhelmed by sensation that she hadn’t even minded that he never took off his pants. Oh yeah, Karl was magic. His voice, his touch…yeah, she definitely needed more of that.

  A few minutes later, as she was buttoning her jeans, there were footsteps over her head and she heard the boys arguing—and she knew what was coming. Grabbing her bag and her keys, she rushed for the door and managed to avoid Graham’s morning-after interrogation. Which was really a good thing because she wasn’t sure she could avoid sharing the dirty details of the night with them.

  Fifteen minutes later, she strolled into the warehouse to pick up her drop sheet for the day and her truck. Maura, the commander behind the counter, raised a penciled in brow. “You’re early. And what’s with the perma-grin? You get lucky last night?”

  “Did I ever.”

  Maura’s chuckle turned into a coughing fit. “I haven’t seen a smile like that in way too long. Who’s the stud?” she asked in her raspy smoker’s voice. “Does he like older women?”

  “I have no idea,” Lara answered with a grin. “But he likes this woman, and that’s all I need to know!”

  The women laughed and Lara got her stuff together and headed out.

  By lunchtime she was having a hard time maintaining her happy place. Because of that, she chose to get another few deliveries in between twelve and one when most people had lunch, so she could book off shift an hour early.

  Traffic sucked and people were grouchy at the drop-offs, blaming her for being late. The worst came when she had to drop off some parts at the dreaded garage on Hastings Street. Not that Hastings was all that bad, but two brothers who owned the garage made her skin crawl.

  “Oh, look at who came when I called.” The younger brother, Larry, had said when she’d arrived.

  “It’s the only way women ever come for you. We have to pay them.” This from the older brother, Robert.

  He spoke with a smile, but it was a malicious smile that nev
er reached his eyes. Not many men bothered Lara, but Robert did. The way he looked at her made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up and her fists clench. It was the same reaction she used to get when her father’s drunken friends would leer at her before she’d run away from home.

  She held out the invoice. “Just sign here, please,” she said, keeping her tone neutral.

  “Oh, baby girl, you say please so pretty,” Larry said in a voice as greasy as his oil-stained hands.

  Lara cocked her head to the side and stared at him.

  Finally, he shuffled a little under her stare, looking to his brother for back-up. When Robert ignored him, Larry snatched the invoice from her hand and signed. “You should be nice to me, Lara. You never know when you might need a man in your life.”

  “It’s just business, Larry.” She tore off his copy and spun on her heel to leave without looking at Robert again. She didn’t have to look at him to know he was watching her. His stare burned into her, her blood chilling as she let the door swing closed behind her.

  The afternoon sun helped chase away the chill in her bones as she climbed into her truck. Spring had definitely arrived. Slipping her sunglasses on, she headed out into traffic, aiming for Taco Bell for a late lunch. Maybe she should grab an extra taco and bring it back to the shop for Maura. The woman loved fast food, any kind of fast food, even if it was cold.

  Her phone rang as she was paying the girl at the drive through and she answered without looking at the caller ID.

  “Hello, sugar. How are you feeling today?”

  Karl’s voice swept in her ear and straight into her bloodstream. “I’m feeling very fine this afternoon, Sir,” she said with a sassy smile he couldn’t see. “How are you?”

  “Very well, thank you.” He paused. “Did you enjoy our play last night?”

  “You know I did.”

  “Physically, yes, you did. Your cunt squeezes nicely when you come; there is no missing it.”

  His blunt words went straight to her head. For whatever reason, the dirty talk really got her engine revving. “It squeezes nicely when there’s a big cock filling it up.”

  “You like big?”

  Heat started to creep up her cheeks and Lara squeezed her thighs together. She felt strangely shy, yet she was getting so turned on, too. “I like to feel full.”

  “Hmm, I’ll remember that for next time,” he promised softly.

  “When is next time going to be? It’s Friday night, y’know?”

  “Sorry, greedy girl, I have plans for tonight already, for the whole weekend actually, but you and I will get together again soon. Early next week, perhaps, would you like that?”

  Would she?

  Normally Lara didn’t like to plan too far ahead, especially when it came to men and dates. Shit, normally she wouldn’t wait, either. But, she did want more Karl. “Okay, that’ll be good.”

  “Okay?”

  She remembered what he’d said about clear communication. “Yes, early next week will be good.”

  “I have some homework for you over the weekend. If you do well, I’ll reward you.”

  She snorted, homework? “And if I don’t do well?”

  “Then you’ll be punished.” He had that tone of voice again. The one that reached deep down and stroked her insides so wonderfully.

  Her sex fluttered and her skin tightened. Ignoring the meaning of her body’s reaction, she laughed and turned into the warehouse parking lot. “You’re just looking for a reason to spank me!”

  Karl chuckled on the other end of the line and something fluttered low in her belly. “No sugar, there are better ways to punish you than spanking. In all honesty, spanking isn’t a favorite kink of mine. But I’d be happy to oblige you if that’s what you crave.”

  “I crave a good hard fuck, thank you. I don’t need a spanking.”

  Another chuckle, and pleasure warmed Lara. She liked making him laugh.

  “Your homework for the weekend is to email me each day—once on Saturday, and once on Sunday—and each email is to contain a favorite sexual fantasy of yours.”

  “I’m not much of a writer,” she said.

  “I’m not judging your writing skills. I’m getting to know you.” He rattled of his email address and she scribbled it on a napkin. “Be honest with me, Lara, and just maybe your fantasies will come true.”

  They hung up and Lara sat in the sun for a moment, stunned. These games certainly weren’t what she’d expected when he’d said he was a Dom. She was actually enjoying them.

  12

  Karl hung up the phone and dialed again immediately. “Val, I think it’s time for a road trip. Can you get away this weekend?”

  “Arghhh!” The aggravated response came through loud and clear.

  “What?”

  “I don’t have a bike anymore, asshole.”

  Oh yeah, Val’s ex-wife had put him through the financial wringer a few months earlier and he’d sold his bike to pay off his club. Now he owned Risqué nightclub free and clear, but that was it.

  Women could be so vicious.

  He thought about it for a minute. He’d been dealing with divorce negotiations all morning, and his newest client, a nice young thing that had just been dumped by the man she helped put through law school, had literally cried on his shoulder, and then asked him over for a home-cooked meal. The meal had sounded good, but the predatory gleam in her eye when she’d voiced the invitation made it clear she wanted to do more than cook him dinner.

  He wondered if Lara liked to cook, or more importantly, if she’d like to cook him dinner. There was so much about her he wanted to know. But first, he needed to think, with a clear head.

  Glancing at his desk calendar he made a quick decision. “Your birthday’s coming up in a couple weeks, right? I’ll rent one for you, consider it your present. You just get the club covered, and leave the girlfriend at home.”

  He hung up before Val could argue with him about the plan, and quickly started to call their other riding buddies. Half an hour later, there were half a dozen of them set to leave early the next morning for their first road trip of the year.

  A weekend on his Harley, with his buddies, shooting pool and drinking beer was just what he needed. He had a decision to make before he saw Lara again, and he couldn’t do it without some serious thought. Being away from the city, away from the office, always helped him remember what was important in life. It wasn’t the money, and it wasn’t the job.

  The job.

  Law school had been to make his parents proud, specializing in divorce had been to make money. He’d done that. He now had enough money and investments that he could retire in the next five years if he wanted, and part of him wanted to. Maybe not retire, he’d go insane if he had nothing to do, but the divorce business was getting to him. He knew it. He’d known it for a while now, and being with Lara had truly brought it home to him.

  Vibrant and full of life, her tough adventurousness had shown him just how closed up he’d become, and he didn’t like that at all.

  The road trip was a great idea. He could collect his emails on his cell phone, and encourage Lara so the lines of communication stayed open. He needed her to know she could always contact him, and he needed to see if she would do her homework.

  He looked at the clock, and reached for his laptop just as Graham buzzed him. “Mrs. Pollock is here.”

  “Send her in.”

  A second later his office door swung open and a classy blonde walked in. Lisa Pollock was in her early forties, slim, and very polished. The perfect society wife—except she didn’t like it when her husband cheated on her.

  “Hello, Lisa, how are you today?”

  “Fine, Karl. How are things going here?”

  He explained his last negotiation with her soon-to-be ex husband’s lawyer. “You have the house, and the car, but he’s not budging on the alimony. We can take it in front of a judge, and I think we’ll win. It’s your choice.”

  “I don’t want to
take that chance,” she said.

  She reached into her purse, pulled out a manila envelope, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up. He knew that determined, almost manic look in her eye. He’d seen it before and it was never a good thing.

  “Show him those photos and tell him if he won’t pay me, I’ll show the world.” The expensive charms on her gold bracelet jingled loudly in the quiet office when she tossed the envelope on his desk.

  Without opening the envelope he picked it up and held it out to her. “Extortion is illegal, Lisa.”

  Anger flashed across her face, making her ugly for a moment until she got her control back. She picked up the envelope, opened it and held up the photos for him, one by one. “Do you see this? I married this. I worked as a cosmetics saleswoman at a retail outlet for fifteen years while this sat at home and played with his paints and made pretty pictures. Now that those pictures have made him worth millions, he thinks he can just dump me. No. Fucking. Way.”

  Karl stared at the photos she’d flashed, and swallowed a curse. Several curses. He recognized the scene, if not the players. “Who took those?”

  “I hired someone.”

  “Who?”

  A calculating gleam in her eyes, she gathered the photos together and slid them back into the envelope. “I’ll tell you when I get my first alimony check.”

  “I’m not giving him that demand,” Karl stated. “But I will schedule another meeting. If you need to talk to your husband, I suggest you do it before then.”

  He stood and walked her to the door of his office, assuring her he’d let her know when the next negotiation was scheduled. He wanted her there for that one.

  Why he was surprised it was going to come down to this he didn’t know. Yes, women were vicious, and Lisa Pollock was determined to get more than even with her husband.

  Man, he couldn’t wait to get on his bike and leave this crap behind for a few days. He needed time to figure out what to do about those photos.