“Lord, no. Never. I’m not a kiss-and-tell kind of man—”
“Then shut up and fuck me.” Her fingers speared his hair, drawing his lips down to hers.
Their mouths met in a fiery exchange of teasing and plundering that sent his pulse soaring. And when she pressed her hips against his arousal, rubbing herself wantonly over the distended fabric of his jeans, his heart slammed against his chest. For a moment he couldn’t breathe or think clearly.
What was happening to him? His body felt like one big muscle, tight and strained. Barry struggled to regain his composure, but the strength of his yearning was almost crippling. He’d never experienced anything like this with any other woman.
He had to have her.
They bumped toes as he guided her backward until her backside struck the wall. Grabbing her hands, he pushed them up, pinning her in place with his body. Then his mouth bore down on hers, taking everything she gave and still demanding more.
Barry could feel her response, her passion as she trembled beneath his assault, and it thrilled him. He slipped his hands beneath her t-shirt and she hissed when flesh met flesh.
As she began to lower her arms, a growl rumbled in his throat. “Keep them above your head.” When she complied, his cock hardened even more. Taming this woman would be so fucking hot. The thought sent his pulse soaring.
With as much control as he could muster, he slowly grazed his palms up her slender rib cage, skimming the sides of her breasts held hidden from him by her lacy bra. With a swift move, he tugged the garment over her head, up her arms, before tossing it aside on the floor.
Dropping his gaze to hers, he watched her expression as he slid his hand into her bra and cupped her breast. As his fingers pinched and pulled her already hardened nipple, her icy blue eyes blazed. She moaned, arching into his touch.
Damn, she was beautiful.
The need to feel her hands on him was overwhelming. “Take my shirt off.”
“So, it’s okay if I lower my arms?” A twinkle sparked in her eyes.
“Kayla?” he growled.
She chuckled, reaching for the hem of his shirt.
When she freed the upper half of his clothing, cool air from the slowly turning ceiling fan soothed his heated skin. But when she smoothed her palms down his abs, outlining the muscles that disappeared beneath his pants, he groaned with pleasure.
“My jeans. Unfasten them.”
With deft fingers she worked the button free, sliding down his zipper before slipping her fingertips beyond his skivvies and circling his shaft. He quivered as a soft hand slid from base to tip, nearly undoing him. And then she squeezed.
Barry sucked in a taut breath. Jerking his hips forward, he silently asked for more.
She pushed her hand deeper, cupping his balls and working them with her magical fingers before she returned to caress his dick with steady, mind-blowing strokes.
“Ahhh.”
He flicked the clasp of her bra so it fell open, displaying full, luscious globes. His head fell forward and his mouth closed around a rosy peak. Sucking, licking and nibbling, he heard her gasp, felt her heart beat rapidly.
“Yes,” she hissed while her hand stilled against his aroused flesh. “Oh God, yes.”
Barry wedged his legs wider and she got the hint and resumed giving him a hand job in earnest. He reached for the drawstrings of her sweats, loosening them and shoving them, as well as her thong, down to her knees. Using a foot, he forced them all the way to her ankles and she stepped out of them.
Releasing her nipple with a pop, he straightened and then captured her mouth with his in a heated exchange of give and take. Caressing her soft skin, he reached between her thighs to find her wet, ready. He glided his fingers across her swollen, moist folds as their lips parted on a joint breath.
“Wrap those long legs around my waist.”
Her hands rose to rest upon his shoulders. As she raised a leg, he palmed her ass, lifting until he had her right where he wanted her. Again he used his body to pin her to the wall while he awkwardly dug in his pocket and extracted a condom. It wasn’t easy, but he managed to open the package and don the damn thing before pushing his jeans down around his ankles. As his dick eased against her warmth, he knew the first time would be hard and fast.
Chapter Four
Kayla was thankful for their current position because the second his hard, thick erection pressed against her bare pussy, a flood of moisture released and her body turned boneless. Her legs lost their strength. Her ankles came loose around his waist, forcing him to support her entire weight against the wall or she would slide to the floor as though she were jelly.
She wanted this man more than anyone or anything. It was almost a consuming madness, this urgency to have him inside her.
When Kayla regained her senses, she found her palms still clutched his shoulders. Trembling, she shifted her hips and was awarded with the tip of his sheathed cock breaching her opening. It had been way too long since she had lost herself in another. Licking her parched lips, she arched into him, only to hit resistance when he stopped her momentum with a firm grip.
“Not so fast, Counselor.”
Barry’s strained, hoarse voice sounded oddly like a contradiction to his hesitancy. Judging by his labored breathing, the way he quivered, she got the feeling his control was on a shorter leash then hers. A living pulse throbbed wildly in her core. Her nipples grew almost painfully sensitive as they rasped with each small movement against the light mat of hair on his chest.
“I’ve waited a long time to get you in my arms.” He glided his palm slowly up her thigh, caressing the curve of her butt.
She wiggled her bottom. “So what are you going to do about it?”
“Fuck you against this wall.” Achingly slow, he pushed, entering her a little more. “Then take you my bedroom and do it all over again.” Another inch disappeared inside her.
Kayla had the incredible urge to run her tongue over the bulging tendons in his neck. Taste the salt of his skin. But the anticipation of feeling him deep inside her was much more powerful, like an itch begging to be scratched.
“Hmmm. I like the sound of that,” she purred, praying she didn’t have to wait much longer. “Fuck me, Barry.”
Apparently that was all the encouragement he needed.
The exquisite sensation of her body stretching and opening to accommodate his girth set her mind spinning. With another thrust, he was buried so far inside her that it felt as if he’d bumped against the entrance of her womb.
“Damn, baby. You’re so tight. Wet.”
And then he began to thrust, his lunges sure and strong. So like her dreams, where nightly he took her to a place she’d never been.
Heaven.
Rocking against her, he pulled almost all the way out before he slammed home, setting a sultry rhythm that slid her back up and down the cool wall. Each driving force felt as if it were meant to mark her, to carve his memory into her mind and body.
And he was accomplishing his goal, because she would never forget this moment. Never.
“Such a beautiful ass.” His fingers dug into the flesh of her butt, spreading each cheek so wide she experienced an unusual pulling against her anus.
“Feels good.” She moaned, long and low, fighting the growing pressure inside her that built at an alarming speed. Her shallow pants quickened. Folding her arms around his neck, she held on and savored the titillating feeling.
As a wicked finger inched between her cleft, hesitating at her puckered flesh, the orifice contracted and flexed, causing her to gasp at the strange sensation. Yet when that same digit moved onward, dipping briefly inside her liquid heat before retracing its path to once again linger at her back door, a series of quakes suddenly erupted.
Kayla cried out, her muscles clenching, attempting to prolong the stirrings of her approaching orgasm. She almost had her body within her grip when Barry picked up the pace, and then her vision dulled. Stars burst behind her eyelids. Her cl
imax rose higher and higher until reaching the coup de grâce, shattering like a thin, fragile glass bulb, sending shards of ecstasy throughout her.
Barry continued to pound into her until a low, drawn-out moan pushed from his lungs and his eyes closed. An array of emotions flickered across his handsome face, pain, pleasure, and then she felt his cock swell, jerking several times. Another moan slipped out and something close to bliss softened his features.
His forehead fell to the curve of her neck and he released a sigh. “I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.” He raised his gaze, meeting hers.
Her body flushed with delightful tingles, more sated then she had felt in a long time. How he managed to make her feel both ravished and at ease all at once was beyond her. Because no awkward moments sprang between them as they stared deep into each other’s eyes.
“Shall we adjourn to the bedroom?”
Yes. Oh yes, perched on the tip of her tongue. Instead, she nodded.
Gently he released her legs and her feet touched the floor. Then he dipped a finger beneath her chin and kissed her tenderly before he grabbed her hand and led the way.
When they stepped into his bedroom, he drew her hand to his mouth and softly kissed the backside before he released her. “Give me a minute to clean up.” Then he disappeared into the adjoining bathroom.
Kayla realized she hadn’t paid attention to her surroundings when she had awoken. Deep, rich mahogany furniture filled the room, but what caught her attention was the four-poster bed. It was huge, the posts at least eight feet tall. On each side of the bed was a nightstand. Across the room sat a dresser with an intricately carved mirror of roses and leaves designed to match the armoire and bed. A breathtaking full-length mirror stood off to the side near a small table and two chairs next to the window.
As he entered the bedroom, she turned to greet him. “This is beautiful, Barry.”
He pulled her into his embrace. “No. You’re beautiful. How did I ever keep my hands off you, Counselor?”
She was wondering the same thing, only in reverse.
Barry nuzzled his nose against her neck, kissing a path upward until his mouth blew a warm breath against her ear. “I want to make all your fantasies realities.”
His quiet tone whispered over her skin, causing it to prickle with goose bumps. She swallowed hard, wondering if she dared to cross that threshold with not just Barry, but any man. Trust wasn’t her strong point and allowing someone to do to her what had only touched her dreams was downright scary.
As if he sensed her hesitation, he stepped back, holding her at arm’s length. “Would you like me to teach you the art of domination? The sweetness in a little pleasure/pain play, or do you plan on chickening out?”
He must have known she would react positively to his blatant teasing, because a mischievous glint sparked in his eyes.
But before she could respond, Hector appeared out of thin air, hovering behind Barry’s head. The little imp slammed his palms on his hips, a scowl plastered on his face as his wings fluttered wildly, stirring up a light cloud of red faery dust.
Kayla felt her spine stiffen. Her eyebrows rose sharply while the twinkle in Barry’s eyes died.
“When you’re ready, I’ll be here.” He released her and started to turn around.
“No!” She grabbed his arm. Hector was a distraction she didn’t need, especially right now when all her dreams hinged on the right response. “Uh.” Well, crap.
Frustrated, she pulled Barry to her. Folding her arms around his neck, she pressed her mouth to his, hoping her actions would speak louder than any words. What began as a simple kiss turned sultry when he took control of the caress. Kayla’s eyelids drifted closed and she melted into him, forgetting momentarily about the pesky faery.
Between them Barry’s arousal hardened, the bulge pressed against her belly warming her inside out. She moved against him and a growl rumbled in his throat. When their lips parted and he started to pull away, her eyes opened to see Hector staring at them with a sappy expression.
Kayla jerked Barry back to her, holding him tight. How could she explain Hector? More importantly she didn’t want the faery speaking to Barry. There was no telling what he might say.
Barry’s gaze grew intense. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Uh huh.” She leaned closer, glaring over his shoulder at Hector.
While Barry’s palms smoothed down her back, reawakening her nerve endings, she cut her hand through the air making shooing motions, an effort to warn the faery off.
Hector gave her a toothy smirk, then lightning fast he streaked through the room, zigzagging to make her vision blur. When he disappeared in a puff of red glitter, she couldn’t help smiling. Her contrary little friend had left behind a shimmering heart with an arrow stabbed through it.
For the first time in a long time, she felt her own heart soften as she watched the image slowly dissipate.
A playful smack on her ass startled her.
As her gaze met his, he grinned. “Let’s play.” He released her and headed to one of the nightstands by the bed. His hand vanished into a drawer. “I think I have something in here— Yeah, here they are.” He pulled out a pair of red-velvet-lined handcuffs. His eyes were dark pools of desire when he held the manacles up. “Trust me?”
Her pulse took off like a wild horse bursting from the chutes and taking off at a dead run. She turned his question back on him. “Can I trust you?”
“Yes.”
Before her courage failed her, Kayla jutted out her wrists, offering him more than her hands.
Barry’s pulse leaped with joy.
This strong, intelligent and gorgeous woman just agreed to extend the reins of her control to him. The one people called the Ice Queen, a woman who governed all aspects of her life, was willing to show him a completely different side of her—the warm, sexy and passionate lover he knew hid behind the expensive tailored suits, the steadfast demeanor and the ball-buster reputation.
As he breathed in her powdery scent, Barry’s body tensed with excitement. He had some fantasies of his own, and she was the perfect woman to fulfill them.
How far would she go?
There was no time like the present to find out.
“In this game, I’m your master. You do whatever I say, when I say it, and you don’t speak without permission. Nod if you understand.” He waited until her head dipped before he continued. “On your knees.” When she drifted down before him, his cock twitched, knowing exactly where it wanted this scene to go. “Hands behind your back.”
She hiked a haughty brow but drew her hands behind her.
Moving around her, he knelt to fasten the manacles. With each snap she flinched. Her sudden show of insecurity warmed his blood, the liquid heat simmering through his veins like molten lava.
Dragging a knuckle down the beautiful length of her back, he watched her squirm beneath his touch. “You’re ticklish?”
“Yes, Master.”
Those words from her beautiful mouth sent a shiver of delight up his spine. Her submission would make their playtime even more thrilling than he had expected. As he again swept his knuckle down her spine, a batch of goose bumps prickled her skin.
“Dooo…” Kayla must have remembered his command for silence unless spoken to, because the word morphed into a breathy hum.
“Good girl,” he praised, rising and walking around to face her again. “Now kiss me.”
She dipped her head and placed a quick butterfly kiss on the head of his cock, smiling innocently.
“Cute. I think that just earned you a spanking, but we’ll deal with that later.” His dick thrust upward from its nest of dark hair and his balls hung full and warm between his thighs. “Now kiss me, baby.” His voice dropped to a low and throaty timbre. “Show me what you can do with that mouth.”
Parting her lips, she leaned forward and took only the mushroom head into her mouth. As her tongue slid around the crown before caressing the underside rim, his thigh m
uscles clenched. But when she sucked, hard and long, her lustful gaze glued on his, blood rushed into his balls. The sight was beyond anything he had imagined in his dreams.
Kayla kneeling before him, her wrists shackled behind her as she gave him head sent his heart crashing against his chest. Then she inhaled all of him deep into the hot, moist cavern of her mouth and his bones become nonexistent. He would have fallen if he hadn’t at that moment grasped her head, steadying himself.
Kayla smiled around his throbbing erection. The little witch knew what she was doing to him. She slid her mouth down to the base of his shaft, slowly tracing the veins back up to the tip, watching for his reaction.
Barry couldn’t help it. He moaned, his eyes closing as his head lolled back. Then she began to fuck him hard and fast, her mouth and tongue leaving a sensual path of destruction in their wake. His testicles hardened, drawing up close to his body as a somatic sensation of a thousand tiny prickles spread across his groin.
“Stop! Oh God. Kayla, stop.”
Her obedience appeared to have flown out the window, because she slid her tongue across the small slit, lapping at his pre-come before she pushed against it. The sudden burn threatening to race down his cock told him he was way too close to releasing his load.
“Stop,” he demanded firmly.
Carefully and without breathing, he eased out of her hot haven, fighting the need to come and the shivers that assaulted him. The second her warmth released him, cool air caressed his heated flesh, sending another round of shivers up his spine.
When he could finally manage a coherent sentence, he stared down at her. “Minx. You’ve earned another punishment. But first let’s get the initial punishment out of the way.” Anticipation of the forthcoming spanking made blue flames flare in her eyes.
Lord help him. She was turned-on by the thought.
Barry’s hands trembled as he unlocked the handcuffs from her wrists, noting small half-moon shapes where her nails had bitten into her palms. She had enjoyed pleasuring him. Assisting her to her feet, he gazed at the flush across her cheeks, the redness in her lips and the uninhibited gleam in her eyes. With a toss of her head, her blonde mane flowed over a shoulder, making her appear wild and untamed. Sexy.
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