by Mari Carr
Her eyelids fluttered, her narrowed gaze finding his. She wouldn’t be easily commanded. He was glad about that.
“Big words.” She tried to sound tough, but he was on to her game now. In the past, she’d pushed him away with that stupid no actors dating rule. That wasn’t going to work this time.
He lowered her hands, placing them at her sides. “Leave your hands there. Don’t move them unless I give you permission to do so.”
Parker unhooked her bra. She tried to keep the lace in place, but he was stronger than her. He pulled it away easily, then pushed her hands more forcefully to the wall. Becca whimpered softly, turned on by his power play.
That knowledge encouraged him to take things to the next level. He started to tackle the buttons on her jeans.
“Parker.” Her eyes dilated and her breathing became more labored. He’d been around the block enough times to understand the reactions were pure lust, not a trace of fear.
“No more talking, Becca. You want this. I want this. Let’s stop pretending otherwise.” He stripped off her jeans and panties quickly, quietly instructing her to toe off her shoes as well. Becca’s hands balled into fists, but she kept them pressed against the wall. Once she was completely naked, he stepped back and took his long, first leisurely look at her body.
Becca’s skin flushed slightly under his perusal, but he knew her. Knew it wasn’t driven by modesty. She was hot. Red-hot. He’d intended to stoke her arousal, turn her on, then send her out on the stage, heavy with lust and need. It would serve her right for pushing him away, for denying them years of this.
Unfortunately, he wasn’t in the mood to wait.
Parker reached for the tie on the robe he’d donned while waiting for his leading lady to arrive. Becca’s eyes widened when he shrugged off the material.
“Fuck,” she murmured.
He grinned, taking her curse as a compliment. His dick was rock hard and he was finished playing games. “Open your legs, Bec.”
She blinked rapidly. “You can’t seriously intend—”
“This is exactly what I intend.” Parker bent down to retrieve the condom he’d slipped into the pocket of his robe. He donned it quickly, then lifted one of her legs, drawing it high.
“Wet?” he asked.
She chuckled, the sound so purely Becca, Parker fought not to laugh with her. “What do you think?”
She was indomitable. Perfect.
Fucked.
He placed his cock at her opening and shoved in hard, fast. Becca’s head flew against the door as her hands reached out to grasp his shoulders. He didn’t correct her for moving them. Instead, he drove in deeper.
“God, Parker.”
Her voice grounded him, helped him stay in control. While there was nothing he wanted more than to take Becca with reckless abandon, he had a game plan. He pounded inside her one more time, then froze, balls deep inside her hot cunt.
Her eyelids fluttered open, confusion furrowing her eyebrows. “Don’t stop.”
He grinned. She didn’t get it. Yet. But she would. “You’re mine.”
Becca didn’t like his assertion. He knew she wouldn’t. “For now.”
His smile grew. Bringing the independent powerhouse Becca Preston around to his way of thinking would take time. But for Parker, the only outcome that was acceptable was the one where she wore his wedding ring on her finger. “From now on.”
She pushed against his shoulders, trying to shove him away. This time…he did react. He pulled free of her body, bending to retrieve the belt from his robe. Before she had a chance to react, he captured her wrists and secured them behind her back.
“What the fu—”
Parker kissed her, roughly. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, demonstrating exactly how much control he had over her. She twisted against him, trying to free her hands, but her efforts were futile.
After several tumultuous moments, she stilled, her lips softening against his as she not only accepted his kisses, but began to respond. Only when she calmed did he release her lips.
“That’s better. Good girl.” The comment stung. He’d known it would. In all her life, no man had ever tried to control Becca. She’d been raised as Hollywood royalty, a lifestyle that had chafed from the cradle. Men deferred to her, tried to win her favor, in hopes of getting close to her father…or the family fortune. As a result, she’d donned a prickly suit of wicked barbs and dark scowls and held the hounds at bay, never letting anyone get close.
Until him.
He lifted her leg once more and pressed his cock deep inside her. This time, he moved slower, taking care to find every hot spot. Parker set a different pace with easy thrusts and slow retreats.
Becca’s eyes drifted closed, so he took advantage of the moment, studying her face. On the surface, she looked blissful, relaxed, happy. But the crease in her forehead told him that while she enjoyed this act, part of her was still fighting against what he was offering.
“Open your eyes.”
She obeyed instantly and Parker’s cock thickened even more.
She groaned. “God.” The word escaped on a breath.
Something told him this hard-on wasn’t going anywhere soon. He’d wanted Becca Preston for years, and while he knew his condition was going to get a lot worse before it got better, he couldn’t resist trying to take a bit of the edge off.
He pulled her long dark hair to one side and placed a kiss on her neck, tugging her tresses hard enough to get her attention. Her breasts were so close he could feel her tight nipples against his chest. He intended to spend hours feasting on those sweet cherries later.
“I’m going to fuck you tonight after the show, Becca. I’m going to take you back to my place and spend hours pounding myself into this tight, hot pussy of yours.”
“No. Now is all you get.”
Parker nipped her shoulder, then shook his head. “Now is just an appetizer.” He pressed inside her one last time, deeper and with more force than he’d used all night.
She gasped, thrusting her hips forward, offering a silent invitation for more.
He sucked in a deep breath and gritted his teeth. Time to regroup.
Stepping away from her was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. When he stripped off the condom and tossed it in a trashcan, Becca’s response was true to character.
She went from aroused to enraged in a split second. “What the fuck are you doing? What kind of game is this?”
“This isn’t a game, Bec. It never will be.”
He retrieved his robe and put it back on before slipping the belt from her wrists. Parker half expected her to attack him, beat the shit out of him. His deep grinding in her body had only fueled her desire for more. Now he was withholding the treat, forcing her to wait.
Becca reached toward his cock, obviously intent on finishing. He gripped her upper arm tightly, shaking his head. “No. Not now. Not here.”
“I’m not going home with you.”
“Actually, you are. I don’t care if I have to drag you there by your hair. You’re not calling the shots, Bec, and you’re not denying us this anymore.”
“Get over yourself, Hollywood.”
She turned away from him, reaching for her t-shirt. Instead, he grasped the nightie that would serve as her costume and held it up for her to see. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
“You can’t seriously think I’m still going through with this sham.”
“It’s not a sham to Emma. The show is sold-out. Would you really let her down because your pride won’t let you admit something we both know is true?”
For a moment, Parker feared she would. She was angrier than he’d ever seen her. He’d cornered her and, like a wet cat, her claws were unleashed and ready to draw blood.
“Give me the fucking nightgown.”
He didn’t hand it to her. Instead, he stepped closer and pulled the sheer black silk over her head. It was low-cut with thin straps and it only covered her to mid-thigh.
She gasped when she glanced down. “I can’t wear this in public.”
Parker grinned at her horrified tone, and then he led her to the dressing mirror. Pushing her in front of him, he forced her to look at herself. “You’re sexy. Sin incarnate. Every man out there will want to touch you, to take you.”
Her nipples budded, poking through the thin material. Unable to resist, he wrapped his arms around her and took them between his fingers.
“But they can’t have you. You belong to me. And I’m going to prove that to each and every one of them tonight on that stage.”
Becca’s chest rose and fell rapidly, but she didn’t resist his touch.
“I love your tits. So full and firm.” He applied pressure to her tight nipples, pinching harder until she moaned.
Becca leaned against him. He grasped her waist and pulled her ass closer, letting her feel his erection, his undeniable desire.
Her gaze found his through their reflections in the mirror.
“You didn’t have to stop. Do it now. Finish this,” she whispered.
He grinned. “No time. The show must go on.”
Her temper flared and she shook her head. “Fuck the show. Fuck me.”
God. She’d be a magnificent lover, fire and ice—the combination was irresistible. “We can’t let Emma down.”
Time was running short. He had a definite plan for the performance, for tonight.
“Bend over. Rest your elbows on the dressing table.”
Becca quickly assumed the position, clearly expecting him to deliver. He ran his hand over her bare ass cheeks.
Tonight was just the beginning. He was going to learn everything about her—inside and out. She sucked in a deep breath when his fingers stroked along her slit and she opened her legs, silently urging him to take her again.
He slipped his fingers to her pussy. She was so fucking wet and hot. It took every ounce of strength he possessed not to slide his cock back in.
Instead, he dipped one finger in, then two. Becca shifted, shoving her hips toward him, begging for more. He didn’t take her up on the offer. After a dozen strokes, he pulled away despite her cries for him to continue.
“Later.”
Becca dropped her head to her hands. “Please, Parker. I can’t make it.”
He caressed her ass for only a moment, then he lifted his palm and brought it down hard.
She jerked at his unexpected spanking, but made no move to escape the blows he continued to rain down on her firm flesh. She whispered, “yes” after one particularly hard slap.
Once again, Becca’s hips began to move in time, seeking out more stimulation. He brought the spanking to a halt and she lost it.
“Goddammit! Stop teasing me. Fucking fuck me!”
“No.” He ran his hand over her ass, enjoying the heat, the flush. He wondered if her red bottom would be noticeable to the audience members closest to the stage.
Reaching for the bag he’d left on the dressing table earlier, he retrieved the surprises he’d tucked away. While he couldn’t fuck Becca on stage, he intended to see that she felt fucked. Keeping his palm closed, he was careful to hide his toy.
Becca didn’t appear very interested in his actions anyway. Her face was pressed to the table, her eyes closed, her breathing coming in loud, anguished pants. She was working overtime to rein in her needs.
She didn’t move until she felt the tip of the small vibrator at the opening to her pussy. Her head jerked up and she captured his gaze. “What—”
“It’s a vibrator.” He pushed the small egg-shaped toy completely inside. “It’s part of your costume.”
“I can’t wear that out there.”
He grinned. “The costume is non-negotiable.”
She frowned. “Listen, Hollywood—”
“No. You listen. This scene is going down the way I say.” He returned to the bag and pulled out the device that would be tucked in the pocket of his robe. He held it up for her to see, then flicked a button, powering the toy to low speed.
Becca gasped. “Oh my God.”
The pulsing of the vibrator would keep her aroused, interested, but it wasn’t enough to push her into climax. That wouldn’t come until he increased the speed. He grinned. That button wasn’t going to be pushed until they were on the stage.
“Ready for the last part of your costume.”
Becca’s eyes were glazed, her face flushed from pent-up needs. “No more. I can’t—”
“You can.”
He grabbed the last two items in the bag—lubrication and…
“Oh hell no.” For the first time since she’d bent over the table, Becca made a serious attempt to get away.
Parker restrained her, pressing her chest tight against the surface, holding her there. “Stop fighting this. You can’t win.”
She obviously didn’t give a shit as she continued to struggle. Parker covered her with his body, caging her beneath him as he leaned close and whispered in her ear. “Hold still and I’ll give you an orgasm before we go onstage. Keep resisting and I’ll make sure you don’t come for the rest of the night.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“Try me.”
Her eyelids lowered when she made the confession he didn’t need to hear. “I don’t…I’ve never…”
“I know, Bec.” He didn’t say more when she bit her lip, then nodded once.
He placed the tube of lubrication at her ass and squeezed, then worked the fluid into her tight hole. He didn’t want to rush things, didn’t want to hurt her. Unfortunately, time was not their friend. The curtain would rise on their show soon and the success of it depended on how he handled things now…behind the scenes.
She remained motionless as he worked to stretch her too-tight muscles. Ordinarily he would never push a new lover so far, so fast, but Becca’s fantasy spoke to him. Told him she needed someone to force her to these heights. She’d spent a lifetime pushing men away due to fear of rejection. After too many years of pain and loneliness caused by her father’s infidelities, she needed a strong man to show her exactly why she was worth fighting for.
Becca’s diligence, her determination to remain aloof and safe, must have been exhausting. Now she dreamed of someone she could trust taking control. He intended to be that man.
Once she’d adjusted to the invasion of one finger in her ass, he upped the ante, adding another to the mix. She gasped, but didn’t refuse him.
“You’re going to give me this too, Bec. All of you. I’m claiming it all—your cunt, your ass, your mouth.” He paused, then went for broke. “Your heart. Your soul.”
She chuckled mirthlessly. “Keep dreaming, Hollywood.”
With every refusal, every sarcastic comment, she simply fueled his determination to win her over. Every second in this room had proven to him just how much he truly loved her.
Soon, she relaxed, her body accepting the harder thrusting of his two fingers in her ass.
A knock on the door caught him unaware. Becca jerked, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he kept pushing his fingers into her body. The idea that they could be caught clearly appealed to Becca. Her ass clenched and she reached down to touch her clit, seeking more stimulation. Parker didn’t bother to stop her. It was too fucking hot.
The knock came again as Shea’s voice sounded through the wood. “Ten minutes, you two.”
“Okay,” he called out.
Parker removed his fingers as Becca groaned.
“You said you’d—”
“I know what I promised, Bec.” He retrieved the plug from the table and slowly started to press it into her ass. It wasn’t terribly large, more a beginner’s toy, but it was definitely larger than his fingers.
Becca continued to stroke her clit, her breathing becoming heavier, louder.
Once the toy was fully lodged, he grasped her upper arm and pulled her upright. Her fingers slipped away from her clit.
“Wait. I’m close.”
He pushed her hand
away when she started to touch herself again. She wasn’t going to bring herself to pleasure while he was in the room. Fuck that. She was his and now was the time to drive that point home.
He lifted her up onto the dressing table, enjoying her surprised “ah” when her new position pushed the butt plug deeper. He kissed her roughly, loving Becca’s heated response. She cupped his face and held his lips to hers, unwilling to take a chance on him escaping again.
Using the lubrication still lingering on his fingers, Parker parted his robe and began to stroke his cock. His knuckles grazed Becca’s thighs as he worked the rock-hard flesh. There was no way he could go on stage like this.
Becca released him, looking down. He forced himself to ignore the hungry look in her eyes and the way she licked her lips, otherwise he’d be pushing her to her knees in front of him right now. They definitely didn’t have time for that.
With his free hand, he caressed her clit, gradually increasing the pressure until Becca was squirming on the table. He recognized every time her motions jarred the plug or drove the vibrator against a hot spot in her pussy. She would whimper, her eyelashes fluttering.
Another knock at the door. “Five minutes,” Shea called.
They both ignored her. Parker was too close to coming to spare the breath to respond and he wasn’t entirely sure Becca had even heard. She was rubbing her ass against the table, while forcing his fingers on her clit to keep a steady, fast beat. He mimicked the pace with his palm against his dick.
Becca began to tremble. She was there. So fucking close.
He pushed two fingers inside her, shoving the vibrator against her G-spot.
She jerked and cried out. “God. Fuck. Yes.”
Her hand covered his as he stroked his cock, urging him to find release with her.
“Pull up that nightie, Bec. I want to see my come on your stomach, your tits.”
She lifted the silky material, baring her beautiful body to him. He pressed the vibrator deeper, stroking her clit with his thumb.
It was the last nail in her coffin. Becca’s pussy muscles clenched against him as she fell, headfirst into her orgasm. He was right beside her, groaning as he erupted, his come shooting out in hard spurts that covered her smooth, tanned skin.
