I hurried to my bedroom and brought back a notebook and pen for him. I sat next to him while he started to draw a box.
“The Sanskrit.” He drew flames licking up the page, combined but also individually distinct. From one of the flames a dragon emerged, long and sinewy in the Oriental style. He’d read my mind, because I totally wanted an Asian dragon. The dragon slithered up the paper until he’d finished.
“That’s it.” I grabbed his talented hands. “Your art is beautiful. You sketched it so fast, just the way I imagined it.” Heat radiated from my core. “Would you sketch it or stencil it?”
His gaze devoured me then he closed his eyes and opened them, focused now on his drawing. “You’d let me draw freehand on you?”
“Definitely.”
He lifted my hand to his lips and kissed the back of it. “A bit of both, actually. I’d stencil the Sanskrit and the outside outline of the dragon, then freehand the detail.”
Electricity jumped between us, from our connection and from the way he just understood me perfectly. An idea hit me. “You know, I’m in the mood to try something new.” I kissed his lips.
He arched a brow, and a mischievous smile played across his face.
I straddled him. “Teach me...” I peppered light kisses across his lips. “The pleasures of...” I gulped and plunged ahead. “Anal sex.”
He possessed me with his brutal kiss and I surrendered.
“You sure?” He spoke into my lips. A frown lined his brow.
I nodded.
He smirked. “You have lube? A vibrator?”
Heat washed up my neck and cheeks. “Yeah, under the bathroom sink. I’ll—”
“Get naked and in bed.” He stood and headed for the bathroom.
Holy hell. What am I doing? Anal always scared me and kind of grossed me out, but I’d committed, and honestly, with Dare I’d try anything once. With him, excitement conquered any fear.
I hurried to the bedroom to undress. I’d just lain down when Dare entered the bedroom.
“Good toy.” He held out my vibrator and I tried not to cringe.
My vibrator wasn’t something I normally acknowledged, let alone used with a guy.
“Lube’s not so great, but it’ll do.” He held up the vibrator. “Can I use it on your ass?”
“Yeah.” I’d buy another one because it wasn’t going from ass to vagina.
“This isn’t a wham bam kinda deal,” he warned. “We start this afternoon and see how far we go before we need a break.”
I nodded, liking Dare in teaching mode. A spicy mix of fear and anticipation ran up my spine.
“On the bed, ass up on all fours.”
The short commands already stoked my desire. Why did I like being the puppet?
“You need to move faster.” A smack to my ass followed his words.
He smacked my other cheek and moved in the alternating pattern until my ass stung. Each impact mixed pleasure and pain. I writhed, plucking nipples and moving to satisfy the building pressure in me. His finger stroked between my cheeks with the cold, slick movement of lube before moving to my pussy and finally my clit.
“Dare.” I keened and moved into his finger.
“My good girl. Go after what you want.” His fierce voice surprised me. “Make yourself come.”
I pulsed into his finger, more than happy to follow his direction. I leaned onto my elbows so I could rub my nipples across my fingers and hit my sweet spot all the faster. As the shudder of release hit, Dare pushed a finger into my ass.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged him, pushing my ass back into his finger, liking the new sensation.
“Yeah, you ready?”
I whimpered.
“You feel good?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely perfect.”
He moved back and snatched a condom from the floor.
While he rubbed my ass in slow circles, he moved his cock through my wet folds and rammed into my clit. Again and again until I panted, desperately needing him inside me.
“Okay, Red,” he murmured in my ear.
Coldness hit and then something pressed into my anus. Vibrations shocked me and I quivered with the pleasure of it. “Need you.”
He moved the vibrator in and out, just small movements but it sent me flying. I yelled as I climaxed again, this time more intense than the last.
I sprawled facedown on the bed, unable to hold up my weight. “You’re killing me.” I rolled over and forgot to breathe when I saw his fierce face alight with need, let alone his rock-hard cock. I sat up and scooted to him. “This needs help.” I kissed his tip then swallowed his shaft. His head fell back and his fingers dug into my hair. I stroked up and down letting my tongue flick and lick, especially at his tip.
“No,” he growled, and pulled out of my mouth. “I’m training you.”
“Yes, sir.”
His nostrils flared. “Give me your ass, now.”
After flashing him a saucy grin, I flipped over and pushed up to all fours.
This time he started with lube between my cheeks, pushing against the entry before inserting his finger—no pain or pleasure. Next I heard the buzz of my vibrator, then felt the point touch my pucker. Yikes, this worried me.
“Relax,” Dare instructed.
I touched my breasts, thinking of the way he always drove me higher, made me come harder, and pushed me until I had nothing left. A spike of pain and the vibrator settled in place. He flipped the button and the vibration began. A slow pleasure crested in me, not like when I came, but still a spicy pleasure.
I groaned and rocked my hips back into his groin. While I liked this, I needed more. He thrust into my pussy and I gasped. The vibration and his pounding rhythm played light against dark in the perfect mix. I pushed my ass into him wanting him seated as deep as possible.
“Dammit,” he groaned, but his driving rhythm slowed.
“No,” I protested, until his slow, grinding circles stole my words and my breath. I held completely still, enthralled by the exquisite torture he dished out.
Unable to contain the pleasure jolting through me, my voice became my release. Words and cries mixed with his guttural noises. I bowed my back so my ass shifted, changing the angle.
“Fuck.” He pinioned into me. “Come now, Red.” His growled order lit me up.
“Make me.” I barely got the words out.
His hand clamped my clit and the other twisted the vibrator in my ass. My body convulsed and I screamed my release and slammed my ass back against his groin over and over, greedy for the way he filled me.
I collapsed onto the bed and he followed me down, covering me head to toe, with his still cock buried in me. Somewhere along the way he’d removed the vibrator, but I’d been too far gone to notice. I sighed and struggled against sleep, wiggling so he’d move off me. In a minute, he lay beside me in bed then drew me into his arms. I drifted off to sleep.
I woke in a shadowed room and blinked, trying to adjust to the low light. Dare stared down at me, a smile on his lips. His hard cock pressed into my thigh.
“Hey, handsome.” I stretched and the sheet slid down my torso.
He kissed me in a soft, easy way.
“How do you feel?” He rubbed my ass.
To be honest, my cheeks burned with discomfort from the spanking, but I didn’t mind. “Great. I loved the afternoon lesson.”
“Ready to advance to lesson two?” Now his blue eyes sparked with mischief.
“Please.” I purposefully bit my lip.
He snarled and captured my lip in his mouth.
Suddenly my heart skittered, pumping blood faster through my body.
He broke the kiss. Apprehension chased anticipation, but I shut it down. I’d loved our earlier session and no dou
bt would love this too. Dare unlocked the wildest parts of me, as if his boldness brought it out in me too.
“We good?”
“Yes! Can we do it with your ropes?” I remembered the way they caressed my body and shivered.
A huge smile spread across his face when he brought one strand of rope from under the bed. “Kneel.”
He wrapped me in a coiled, snaking pattern over my torso and inner thighs. Somehow the rope ended in the same place on both thighs. He left my hands and legs free, remembering my worries from earlier. This time the rope was a negligee more than a restraint, and it thrilled me.
Dare tied complicated patterns with ease. Where had he learned this?
“Stand.” He turned me front to back. “Too tight?”
I shook my head, distracted by the idea of dancing in the web writhing against my flesh while I lay on the sheet, staring up at my biker.
“Ready for me to claim your ass?” His voice broke. “Tell me you need it.”
“I can’t wait, please, fuck my ass, Dare.” Saying the words out loud cemented my determination. I do want this. This wasn’t me caving to another man.
Was it?
“Damn.” He groaned and moved back to my pussy.
His cold, lubed fingers slipped inside my ass and moved, while he sucked my clit. I pulsed up into his mouth but he held me a breath away from orgasm. His fingers slipped away from me and I panted, staring up at him. Heat and lust blazed on his face.
“Turn over for me. Lift your ass up.”
I moved and the ropes did their magic dance across my body. I lay against the bed with my ass raised and knees under me. He thrust through my pussy until his apa tapped my nerve center. Again and again, then his cock pressed my anus.
This was it.
“Push back.”
I pressed back and he entered me, moving in and out in a slow dance, each time moving a bit deeper. The fullness teased me and I wanted more so I pressed back, but his hands stilled my hips.
“My dance, Red. Follow my lead.”
I rubbed my breasts against the bed and the ropes rubbed over my nipples. I climbed higher with every swivel of his hips. He filled me, and the sensitive nerves sung.
“Harder, faster.” I panted. “So close, Dare. Let me fly.”
He moved faster, jerking back on my hips until I stood on all fours again. The friction of my tight muscles against his cock created a buzzing energy needing release.
“Going to come,” he ground out.
“Come with me.” I pushed back and experienced a small twinge of pain.
His fingers dug into my hips as he stilled me again. He bellowed and came.
Exhilaration and self-satisfaction spiraled with the physical gratification of our shared orgasm. I scrambled in my brain trying to find a word for the experience—a dark pleasure. The sensations were more vivid and intense, slashes verses waves of pleasure.
I didn’t have limits with Dare because I trusted him, not something I’d done in years—trust others. Him. Time and again, he’d put my wishes first, given me outs and revealed wicked levels of pleasure by challenging my previous limits.
He moved away and into the bathroom but returned in a minute, sliding into bed next me. He tugged until I rolled over faceup, his ropes still binding me.
He traced my lips with his cold, slightly wet finger, most likely from a recent washing. “Why? How did I luck into finding you?” He kissed my forehead. “Never been better. You’re so damn open.”
I laughed. “I think I’d try anything with you. You’re magic in bed.”
“No pain?”
I bit my cheek. “Only a bit.”
He frowned.
“When I pushed back into you too hard.”
He nodded. “Angle is key, and certain angles are full of pleasure and others pain. It’s why I stopped your movements.”
“I’ll learn—we’ll have to try it over and over.” I leaned up and kissed his chin.
“Over and over?” He arched his eyebrow.
“At least.” I cuddled into the hollow of his chest, playing with the ends of his hair.
* * *
I woke up early Saturday morning, leaving Dare asleep. Eight days. He’d spent each of those eight nights in my bed, and I never wanted it to end. With a quick shower, I dressed and headed to my SUV. I needed to go to MJ’s house to work on a project.
Marked Man offered an October special every year. Dare had mentioned it two days ago at work and showed me the flyer they used last year. Badly drawn and hand lettered, I would do better this year. Using MJ’s computer, I spent three hours working on the flyer, and was proud of my finished product. I may be crap at drawing, but give me a computer and I could make a little magic anyway. If I ever went to college, I’d be a graphic designer.
The feeling of accomplishment stayed with me while I opened the shop and finished my weekly bookwork. Slowly Zayn, Weasel and finally Rock showed up.
When I had checked in our last client for the next hour, I ran upstairs to see if Dare was awake.
Nope, the lazy man slept sprawled across my bed naked, and all I could do was gawk for several seconds. He was so damn sexy. I leaned down and kissed his stubbled cheek until sleepy eyes focused on me. “What time is it?”
“Two thirty. You have a four o’clock.” I kissed his forehead and stood.
“Come back here.” His arms snaked around my legs.
“I’d love too, but we’re packed all day.” I stepped back from him. “I’ll see you in a bit.” I blew him a kiss.
He watched me go, and I directed myself to walk away, not fall into bed with my sexy biker. It approached four before we slowed down enough to show off my new design.
Zayn walked up with his customer and I collected the fee for the skull tat. “Whatcha got?” He leaned over my shoulder and let out a long whistle. “Who designed it for us?”
“I did.” Satisfaction filled me.
“Wow, anything you can’t do?” Zayn picked it up and hollered to the back. “Rock, Weasel, look at this.”
“I can’t draw,” I said to Zayn’s back.
Dare came to the front with Rock and Weasel. He skimmed his gaze down my body.
Zayn gave copies to all of them. “Lila designed this for the October special. It’s damn good.”
Dare dropped his almost as soon as he touched it. Without a word to me, he headed back to the workroom.
What was wrong with it? How had I messed it up?
I fought back the tears and kept my smile in place, even as the hurt sliced through me.
Rock and Weasel complimented the work, and Zayn told me to make copies to hang in the shop window and put up in Barden and Ardmore.
“Are you sure?” My happiness had evaporated when Dare glanced at it like dog shit on his boot. “Dare didn’t—”
“He never pays attention, not his thing.” Rock glanced away.
“Leaves it to us.” Weasel spoke on top of him. “It’s Zayn’s job—promotion and flyers.”
“And I say, do more, lots more.” Zayn squeezed my arm. “I’m gonna tell Dare we’re ordering you an office computer so you can make us shine with more posters.”
“Don’t...well, it’d make things easier,” I admitted. Doing paperwork by hand in a ledger sucked, and so did driving twenty minutes to use MJ’s computer.
I didn’t see Dare again until after he finished with his appointment. The woman who walked up with him draped herself over his arm with fuck-me eyes on bright beam. She flopped out her left tit to show me her new tattoo, a butterfly on a flower. It didn’t boost my mood knowing he’d been inking her.
Why did he go hot and cold? I didn’t understand, and it hurt he’d disregarded my work, even if it didn’t compare to his talent. H
e slid his arms around my waist and pulled my backside into his front, kissing my neck. His lips launched waves of shudders, cascading through my middle and settling low inside me.
Was it me or Miss Butterfly’s tits that revved him up?
I stepped away and then wanted to cry when he let me go. Conflicting emotions twisted my insides. I liked things simple, happy and defined. I liked knowing where I stood.
“Zayn says you need a computer.” His mouth turned down. “Get it, Red. And next time, ask me.”
“Wait, you think I had Zayn ask you because...whatever reason?”
He nodded with the same sour look.
That pissed me off. “Look, Zayn says you don’t get involved with flyers, it’s his job.”
He nodded with a blank face this time.
“And he said he’d ask you because he needed more flyers. I. Didn’t. Ask.” I spoke each word slowly making sure he understood. “I want something, I come to you, no problem. You got a problem?”
He blew out his breath in a slow stream. “Pissy ass mood, that’s all.” He rubbed his chin. “I should think less.”
A laugh bubbled out of me. It described exactly what I needed to do.
His eyebrow arched in question.
“Just thinking the same thing.” I leaned up, sliding my arms around his neck before I kissed him. “Too much thinking and too little sex.”
He chuckled into my lips. “We should go fix that.”
“You have an appointment in twenty.” My gazed locked with his. “Not close to as long as I like.”
“Then dinner in Ardmore after this appointment. Someone else will close.” He winked and headed to the back again.
I stood motionless, still processing the words he’d said. We’d been to Blue’s a dozen times, out to the club, gone on rides, but not a single movie or dinner date. So why now?
I had two hours to contemplate the question before Dare finished with his customer, but I still didn’t know why we were going on a date, not that I was complaining.
I checked out Dare’s client and told Rock we were leaving—he’d drawn the short straw to close tonight.
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