Dangerously Safe

by K. J. Wolf

  She’d even cried in the shower as he screwed her with an intensity she thought could only be found being faked in movies or in romance novels. Chris stirred a dormant part of her that was not only addictive, but it was also terrifying.

  Now he wanted to play trust games with a blindfold. She was curious. It might have been the alcohol or maybe she was a little kinky inside, but it was enough to make her suppress the urge to stop him. If she didn’t enjoy it, she’d just rip the thing off and make a run for it.

  Yes. It came down to pleasure, right?

  But as his breath grazed her ear and he whispered, “You are so fucking beautiful, Hannah,” she knew that wasn’t likely to happen.

  There was a tug on the towel, and her hands tightened on it. He chuckled and pulled again while he nibbled her neck. She let it slide over her skin and heard it rustle to the floor quickly followed by her wet panties. Her skin covered in goose bumps as the cool air prickled against her damp skin.

  “You’re tense, Hannah,” he murmured against her skin. “It’s me. We know everything about each other. You can relax.”

  The thing was he didn’t know everything about her. She was so messed up that she’d never had a healthy romantic relationship in her life. She’d gotten laid a few times. That was it, and it had been enough. Now being with Chris opened up a side of her she never knew existed. If she had known, she couldn’t honestly say if she would have joined him in the shower. Even though he made her heart race and body quiver, the flood of emotions took her by surprise.

  She didn’t do emotions.

  Chris kissed down her neck and over her shoulder. He stopped and didn’t move for too long. She was holding her breath before she panicked. “Chris?”

  He slid his arm behind her neck and settled his naked body over her, making moisture trickle from between her legs. “It’s okay, Hannah,” he whispered. “Try to relax, baby.”

  Chris called her baby. No one ever called her baby. Not ever. She felt her eyes become damp, and she tensed. Bitch she could handle. Even slut. But no one used terms of affection with her in bed. It was too intimate.

  The urge to shove him off and rip the tie from over her eyes overwhelmed her, and she pressed her hands against his chest. He grabbed her hands and pinned them over her head.

  “Hannah, Hannah,” he murmured against her lips. “You are not running from me. I finally have you in my bed. I need more time with you. Don’t ask me to let you go.”

  Chris wanted her in his bed. She knew he wanted her, but he’d just admitted that being with her like this was something he’d thought about and needed. The aching seed low in her belly blossomed sending a rush of desire through her veins.

  She captured Chris’s lips with her own and bit the bottom one, holding onto it after he gasped and pulled back. He chuckled when she wouldn’t let it go.

  Chris used his knee to force her thighs apart and then settled his rock-hard cock in her wet folds, pressing and pushing into her sensitive bundle of nerves. She yelped and released him.

  “You want to play games? I think I’ve already let you know I’m game to play.”

  She sucked in air through her teeth as he pressed into her again and asked, “Do you want me to stop, baby?”

  There was that endearment again. This time it wasn’t as terrifying. It felt kind of nice, actually. Or maybe it was his dick driving her mad. It didn’t matter. He was winding her up tight, and she needed release.

  She pushed against his hands, and he chuckled. “Nope. They’re staying right there unless you tell me to stop. Do you want me to stop?”

  Did she? Her mind said to get out before he broke through her walls, but her body screamed for his attention. She felt his breath over a nipple before he took it between his lips and sucked it into his mouth. Her back arched, and he took in more, circling her nipple with his tongue.

  The agony from the pressure he rhythmically pressed onto her clit while he assaulted her breast drove the storm low in her belly to build so fast she felt herself on the edge of an orgasm. Every muscle tensed, and she cried, “Oh my God!”

  Violent waves of pleasure washed over her as she thrashed her head back and forth. Chris applied hard pressure to her clit as the waves subsided and gyrated in circular motions sending her over the edge again.

  The only time she’d come without the help of a vibrator had been when she’d gotten drunk enough to let herself go with some guy. She couldn’t even remember his name. It didn’t matter. That pathetic spasm had nothing on what Chris had just drawn out from her body. There was nothing in the world that could have prepared her for such an incredible release.

  She gasped and licked her lips. Chris placed his forehead in the valley between her breasts. The sweat on his forehead mingled with her dampness creating the arousing smell of sex in the air.

  “Damn, Hannah. You’re so fucking responsive.”

  There was so much she wanted to say, but no words came out. She settled for a sigh instead.

  Chris chuckled. “Felt good?”

  “Mmmhmm.” She tried to move her right arm to take the tie off of her eyes, but he squeezed her wrist and pressed it back into place.

  “Nuh-uh. Do you really think we’re done, baby?” He lifted his head, and she felt his breath on her ear before he whispered, “This is just the beginning, baby. I’ve wanted you for so long, and I’m not going to let you run away until you’re completely satisfied. And you know you’ve got me hard enough to pound nails again. I can’t wait to come inside you again.”

  Her wetness dribbled down out of her folds. Damn, he knew just what to say. Dirty talk with other guys had provided a sort of rush during sex. But when Chris told her how it was as raw as he did, she just about teetered on the edge of orgasm.

  Chris ran his tongue along the outer edge of her ear and bit the earlobe. She sucked in a hiss and turned her head to get closer to his lips. He responded with kisses down her neck, along her collarbone and down between her breasts until her lingered at her belly button. Her hips tried to move in response to his tongue dipping into the shallow indent over and over again, but his weight wouldn’t allow it. She moaned.

  “Is that pleasure?”

  She whimpered. He squeezed her wrists.

  “Answer me, baby. Is that pleasure? If you don’t answer, I’ll stop.”

  This man making love to her body wasn’t the Chris she knew. This guy was a hot, dominating oral magician who had her ready to get screwed good and hard. Even better was she wanted him to screw her even though she knew she’d be running terrified when they were done. Hell, yes, she’d answer him.

  “P-p-pleasure!”

  “Do you want me to keep going?”

  She gave him a frantic nod, and he scolded her. “Tsk, tsk. No, baby. I need you to tell me what you want. I need to hear you say it.”

  “Yes.” She gasped when he brushed the stubble on his chin over her belly. Every nerve in her body ached to writhe against him, but his weight wouldn’t allow it. He had complete control over her. With any other man she would have freaked out. But with Chris—the experience excited her.

  “Okay. But if I keep making love to your body with my mouth, I’m going to need to let go of your hands. I don’t want you to move them. Do you promise not to move them?”

  “Mmmhmm.” God, let that be good enough. It took everything she had not to scream for him to just fuck her already. But his foreplay felt so good. All of her senses came alive, aware of how everything felt and the way her body reacted. The effects were both fascinating and addictive. She wanted more.

  Chris took his time letting her wrists go, and she grabbed the corners of the pillow hoping it would keep her from being tempted to reach out for him. He ran his hands down her arms and to her tits, taking his time cupping them in his hands and pinching the nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

  Before she knew it her hands were threading through his hair. Chris had her hands pinned above her head again before she could even process wh
at she’d been doing.

  “Naughty little girl. Do you need me to tie your hands to the bedposts so you behave?”

  She clenched her thighs at the ache that pulsed in her pussy. Being tied up should have sounded horrific. But she heard herself croak, “Yes!”

  Chris paused, took a breath and grunted as he got off the bed. He returned seconds later and secured one hand to the bed post and then the other. His hands moved gently, and even though her hands felt secure in their bindings, he’d made sure she had plenty of room to pull them out if she needed to.

  “You comfortable?” His breath brushed her cheek as he made his way down to her legs. Lifting one at a time, he placed them over his shoulders, settled himself between them and stilled.

  He remained quiet long enough that she panicked. “Chris?”

  She felt his fingers run up and down the crease between her legs before he spread her wide open. “You are so fucking beautiful. Do you know that, Hannah?”

  Words wouldn’t come, and she swallowed hard. The urge to stop the whole thing crept in, but the motion of his fingers circling around her clit kept it at bay. When he dipped his tongue in and lapped up her wetness at the opening of her vagina, she knew there would be no more thinking for a while.

  “Geeze, Hannah, you have the sweetest pussy,” he mumbled before diving in for another taste. She bucked against his mouth and pulled the bindings on her wrists so that they made a thumping sound as they caught. Being unable to see or move and laid out for his pleasure had never crossed her mind as a good time. She’d have to reconsider her position when they were done.

  Chris pressed his thumb into her clit and rubbed in slow circles as he plunged inside of her with his tongue and swirled it around a few times before placing pressure on her most sensitive spot towards the front, just inside her opening. She cried out at the pressure and bucked up to give his tongue better access.

  The move only spurred him on. Her release blindsided her without warning, and she screamed his name while the spasms rocked through her body.

  Once her hips settled back on the bed, Chris made one last long lick up her slit and in a swift move dove to take her mouth. His lips were soft and wet and tasted sweet.

  He pulled back. “Do you like that? Do you like the way you taste? You’re so damn sweet, Hannah.”

  She nodded and hoped it was the right response. The shock of her orgasm left her grasping for any sense of awareness. Holy shit.

  Chris placed his forehead against hers and said, “Baby, as much as I want this to last longer I can’t hold out. I need to fuck you now.”

  Her head bobbed involuntarily, and she swallowed. “Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me now.”

  She hadn’t had any thought process about making her demand. It just had to be.

  Chris positioned himself at her dripping wet opening and eased in, stretching the walls to accommodate him again. She couldn’t believe her arousal was building up once again after her earth-shattering climax, but each inch he entered brought her closer to her peak.

  “God dammit, Hannah. You’re fucking incredible.”

  Her body responded by opening her legs wider and raising her hips. Chris took advantage of the invitation and pound deep and hard.

  “Do you like that, baby? Do you like when I screw you hard?”

  “More!”

  He obliged.

  The bed banged against the wall while the springs creaked with each thrust only adding to her arousal. “More!” She'd never been one to beg for anything. It gave her a thrill with Chris.

  “Gladly, baby. I love the way your tits shake when I fuck you like this.”

  A gush of moisture rushed through her core, and the dam broke. Each pound of his cock drove her spasms to continue until she thought she’d lose consciousness. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Chris cried out, and his body tensed, his dick pulsating with his release in her pussy.

  He collapsed on top of her, and their labored breathing was the only sound in the room. The afterglow lifted slowly, but it wasn’t long before she came to her senses and realized what she’d just allowed to happen with her best friend.

  Not only had she compromised their friendship, but she’d given all of herself to him. Trust, submission, and her body just wrapped up nice and neat in a little package for the taking. Crap.

  The ties on her wrists thumped when she tried to bring her arms down. She wanted him off of her, her clothes on, and to run out into the darkness of the night. Her mind still buzzed with alcohol enough to prevent a full-on panic, so she cleared her throat.

  “Chris?” God, her voice sounded like a frog being strangled.

  “Mmm?”

  “Do you think you can untie me now? I really want these things off of me.”

  At first she thought he was going to ignore her, but he eventually groaned and lifted himself off to the side. A few jerky movements later one hand was free, and she whipped off the blindfold as fast as possible.

  She didn’t expect to see Chris’s face staring down at her, his eyes soft and adoring. Her heart swelled, and she wanted to embrace that feeling. But she couldn’t. She wouldn’t let herself. Shit.

  The half-grin she mustered must have looked as fake as it felt because he frowned. “It’s late. I should go.”

  His frown deepened. “Why?”

  Her mind scrambled for anything. “I have to work tomorrow.”

  The frown changed into a thin line. “The bar doesn’t even open until mid-afternoon. You need to do better than that, Hannah.”

  Chris finished untying her other wrist, turned to sit with his back against the headboard, and pulled a sheet into his lap. He stared ahead and didn’t turn to look at her as she rolled onto her side, grabbed the towel from the floor, wrapped it around her body and stood next to the bed.

  “I just need to go, Chris. This was really … fun. I’m glad we did it, and now we know. We’ll never wonder what it’s like to be with each other that way.”

  He winced as she spoke but didn’t respond. She waited to see if he would yell or beg her to stay. He didn’t.

  “Okay. I’ll see you around. Maybe tomorrow?” God, she wished she hadn’t sounded so hopeful.

  Chris gave her one curt nod and turned to look at the opposite wall. She gripped the towel tighter and fought the urge to stay. Soothing his fragile ego would only confuse him.

  It would be better for him if she left. That’s what she told herself as she stepped into her clothes as fast as possible and ran out to her car with tears streaming down her face.

  Chapter Four

  Chris pounded his fist against the bed. The soft sound and vibration through the mattress coils served as a pathetic reward for his attempt to work out his frustration. He should never have let Hannah walk out the door.

  She’d done this the entire time he’d known her. Let a guy in for one night and then walk away. If she saw him again, she’d act like she never knew him at all. And those guys seemed to be okay with that.

  He’d thought that getting her to trust him enough to make love to every part of her body would have made some kind of difference. Damn. He was a fool.

  Everything about Hannah screamed temporary. Except their friendship. Maybe that’s why he thought he’d have a chance in hell of breaking down those barriers she kept solid and strong.

  He knew none of the other guys had stood a chance. The last thing he wanted to do was end up like one of them, especially since he had so much invested in Hannah.

  Now he was one of those guys. He didn’t want to lose her. He’d loved her the minute they’d met. The reality of sleeping with her had been better than anything he’d dreamed of, and he’d done a hell of lot of dreaming over the years.

  He wanted Hannah to be his girlfriend. Hell, he wanted her to be his wife. But the way she’d left only reminded him of why he’d kept their friendship a priority. Hannah didn’t do “love” let alone relationships.

  Sure, they’d maintained a friendship for a l
ong time. Hannah invested in that kind of relationship because she deemed it safe. He couldn’t hurt her like a lover could if she invested her heart.

  The line had been crossed. Their friendship could never be the same. She would think it could be, but no way could he go back to pretending their mind-boggling night of sex hadn’t meant a thing to him.

  She’d given him her body in the shower, but something happened to her on the bed. She opened up to him and let go in ways he doubted she’d been able to do with anyone else. He’d gotten to see a glimpse into her heart and soul, and she looked incredible.

  Now Hannah had all she needed to run in the opposite direction, pushing him away as she went. He should have stopped her before she’d raced out of the house. Too bad he’d let his damn ego stand in the way.

  The way she got out of the bed like it was on fire and inched towards the door while giving lame excuses had bruised his pride. So Hannah wasn’t the only damaged one in the relationship. He needed to get over himself and fast.

  He couldn’t help but run his hands through his hair and sigh. He’d dated girls who had walked out on him. It had been easy to let them go. He had to face it. Every single one had been a replacement for the woman he wanted the most. Hannah.

  And he’d just let her walk away like the others. There was only one difference. Her exit hurt like hell.

  At least he could say he’d tried to make it work with Ariel. He thought he’d made all the right moves and said all the right things, but it still hadn’t been enough for her. She’s said she’d wanted more. What he’d given her hadn’t cut it.

  It did hurt when she left. He’d done everything he thought he needed to so he would forget about Hannah and give his heart to Ariel. She’d looked so much like Hannah they could have been sisters. But their personalities were night and day.

  Hannah stayed guarded at all times and used her wit to push people away. . Ariel on the other hand was warm and loving. She’d told him she’d gotten out of a six year relationship only months before meeting him. He’d been the second man she’d been with. Ever.