Power Play: The Complete Collection
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“Something like that.” Liam’s tie and suit coat joined his other one on the chair. “Take off your clothes, Katie.”
She blinked at him in disbelief, but she found herself unbuttoning her coat, putting it over the chair beside his. The wind whipped under her skirt, making her squeal. She was already shivering.
“I’m not sure this is such a good idea.” She looked doubtfully from Liam, who was now taking off his shirt, to the hot tub.
“The trick is to undress as fast as possible.” He tossed his shirt on the chair, working on his belt, and now Katie was transfixed by the sight of his thickly muscled chest and abdomen. No wonder, she thought. A personal trainer. I should’ve guessed. When he looked at her and smiled knowingly, she cleared her throat and looked back at the hot tub, trying to make it seem as if she wasn’t staring, but she was very well aware he was stripping down to nothing beside her.
Then she felt his hands on her shoulders, moving under the collar of her shirt, massaging over her collarbone, making her shiver again, this time not with cold.
“Get undressed, Katie,” he whispered against her ear, his fingers tracing the top lace edge of her bra under her blouse. “Or I’m going to spank you for disobeying me.”
She closed her eyes at his words, savoring them. They were far more delicious to her than tiramisu. Unbuttoning her blouse with shaky hands, she watched Liam walk toward the water, completely nude. And she’d thought he was good-looking with his clothes on? She’d never seen a finer specimen of a man in her life.
Turning her back, she shrugged off her blouse, wincing at the cold, her nipples so hard they hurt. Teeth chattering, she unzipped her skirt, pulling it and her pantyhose off, stepping out of her heels, whimpering as her toes touched the hard, frozen concrete. Now it was just her bra and panties, and she could go into the hot tub. She unclasped her front-hook bra, wondering if Liam was watching, but too afraid to turn around and look. He’s already seen you naked, she reminded herself, but still… she couldn’t do it.
Katie hooked her bra again, turning around to see Liam in the corner of the hot tub, arms stretched out along the sides, relaxing. He was watching her. She left her bra and panties—just plain white cotton—decidedly on. She was undressed enough for hot-tubbing, she reasoned, hurrying around the swimming pool through the snow toward the steps, squealing the whole way, her feet numb with cold. She sighed in relief as her toes hit the water, but the sudden temperature change made it feel so hot her skin burned.
She glanced at Liam as she waded into the effervescent froth. He was still just watching, not saying anything, as she sank deeper, still shivering, the water searing her flesh, steam rising all around them in a fog. There were seats along the edge and she made her way around, closer to him, wondering what he was thinking—what he was planning. The thought made her feel far hotter than any Jacuzzi.
“I don’t like playing games.”
She bit her lip, frowning. “What do you mean?”
“I told you to get undressed.”
“Oh.” Katie shrugged and then smiled, a little slyly. “Well, you didn’t say fully undressed.”
“That’s what I mean by playing games.” Liam didn’t return her smile. His face was deadly serious. “What you are is a brat. Do you know what a brat is?”
“Yes.” She blushed. By definition, it was a submissive who caused trouble or acted up to get her Dom’s attention.
“You’ll find I say what I mean and I mean what I say. Now stand up.”
“But it’s so cold!” Katie hesitated and then saw the look on his face. She rose up out of the water, the bitter wind biting at her skin, making her yelp in surprise.
“Your underwear is see-through when it’s wet.” Liam’s gaze moved over her.
When she stood, the water lapped and frothed around her thighs, just below the crotch of her panties. She glanced down, realizing he was right. The dark triangle between her legs was clearly visible and the cold made her nipples so hard they practically poked through her bra. Her areolas were dark stains under the material, framing the jut of her coffee-colored nipples.
“And I’ve seen it all before.”
She blushed at his reminder. That day in the basement, how gentle and kind he’d been, how he’d taken charge of the situation. And then the drive home. She’d never felt closer to anyone. How was it possible? Just being with him with her clothes on left her feeling raw and vulnerable. How much more exposed could she get?
He was slow and lazy, like a cat, and like a predator, she had the sense that he could pounce at any moment. “Put your arms at your sides.”
She hadn’t realized she was hugging herself for warmth—or maybe trying to cover herself. She dropped them, shivering, teeth chattering.
“Bend over.” He was moving toward her and she found herself instinctively moving away, looking for an escape. She knew what was coming. He said what he meant and he meant what he said.
“But—”
Liam shook his head and sighed. “Stand on the ledge.”
He pointed to the seat that ran across the inside edge. It was submerged in the water, but much higher than the bottom of the hot tub. She didn’t protest this time, although now almost all of her body was out, the water gurgling at about mid-shin level.
“Grab the edge,” he instructed, moving closer. She gripped the blue-rimmed edge of the hot tub, which forced her to bend over, her bottom in the air, the wind merciless. She wouldn’t be surprised if her panties were frozen to her skin!
“When I tell you to do something, I mean exactly what I say.” Liam’s big hand moved lightly over her behind and Katie gasped, looking back to see him behind her. He rose out of the water like a god, water sheeting off his tanned skin. “Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered, squeezing her eyes closed and facing front, anticipating what was coming.
He grabbed her panties in his fist and pulled them up—hard—tugging them between her pussy lips and ass cheeks.
“Oh!” She bit her lip, thankful she was holding onto the side of the pool to keep her steady. And then his hand came down against her bare ass, the sting unbearable, far worse than the cold. “Oh god!”
He spanked her. As often as she’d read about it, nothing could have prepared her for the reality of being spanked, how humiliating, how painful—how exciting. Her ass stung, but her pussy began to swell and grow slick as Liam worked her ass, his skill apparent, moving around, finding just the right next-spot where she hadn’t been spanked yet.
And then it was over and they were both breathing hard, the sound of the whirlpool humming around them as Liam grabbed her by the waist, pulling her back into the water. She turned, clinging, arms around his thick neck, unmindful of the tears on her cheeks. This man had already seen her cry more times than she wanted to count.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, burying her face against his shoulder, the hot water cooling the burning sting of her ass.
“Good.” His lips brushed the top of her head. “Now, get undressed.”
Katie had to let him go, and she didn’t want to, but she stood in spite of the cold, letting him see her, all of her, unhooking her bra in the front and sliding it off her shoulders. Her breasts weren’t big, and her areolas and nipples took up half of them, fat and puffy. She tossed her bra to the side of the hot tub and then worked down her panties. Her pussy was neatly trimmed but not shaved, and she saw Liam looking as her panties joined her bra at the side of the hot tub.
“Come here.” He pulled her, naked now, into his arms, and she reveled in it, wrapping her legs around his waist—it was like straddling a tree trunk—as he sank further below the surface, taking her with him. They were submerged in the warmth to their shoulders and Liam’s hands moved over her body, exploring, shoulders and waist, ass and thighs.
“Liam,” she whispered, realizing it was the first time she’d said his name out loud. She loved the feel of it in her mouth and it made her want to repeat it, over and over, so she did, whisper
ing it into his ear. “Liam, Liam, Liam…”
“Yes, Kitten?”
She liked this new nickname.
“I want you.” She nuzzled his ear, kissing the line where his dark hair curled at the nape of his neck. “I want you so much I can’t think about anything else.”
She felt him, rising up like a steel beam, trapped between his belly and hers. She knew he wanted her too and she couldn’t help moving, grinding, whimpering with longing.
“Eager kitty.” He chuckled, but his hands moved to grab her ass, pulling her in tighter, making them both sigh with pleasure. “Tight-laced, buttoned up little librarian by day… hot little sex kitten underneath.”
“Yes,” she agreed, rocking, rolling, wishing he was inside of her.
“You really want to learn to let go?” He caught her hands in his, twisting them behind her back. She gasped as he secured her wrists with one of his enormous hands. “To give yourself completely? No holding back?”
She nodded, but she felt fear at his words, her body folding in on itself.
“You have to trust, Katie.” His words were urgent, thrilling and frightening her at the same time. “Do you trust me?”
“I do,” she whispered, and it was the truth. It was insane, but it was true.
“Come with me.”
“Uh…again?”
He stood, raising his eyebrows at her questioning him, especially given their conversation, but she found herself transfixed by the sight of his cock. He was gloriously hard and he stood there, unashamed, letting her look. He literally made her mouth water. She was at the perfect suckable level, but when she moved in, hungry to take him into her mouth, he collapsed back into the water, heading toward the stairs.
Katie sighed, grabbing her wet bra and panties and following, knowing they were about to leave the warmth of the hot tub for much colder fare. She shivered her way over to the alcove, where Liam had collected their clothing, and she watched as he retrieved a key from his trouser pocket and opened a door to the building.
“Does the health club give all their employees keys to the building?” Katie inquired as she followed him inside down a tiled hallway.
“I own it.” Liam unlocked another door, pushing it open, and Katie followed. The door told her where they were going—the women’s locker room.
“So you’re not a personal trainer?”
“I used to be.” Liam put their clothes on a bench, except for Katie’s wet panties and bra. Those he tossed into the dryer they used for towels, turning it on before heading for the showers. She followed him there too, neither of them speaking as they stepped under the water.
The steam of the showers was a welcome relief from the cold and Katie let the stinging spray needle her skin. Liam used the body-wash dispenser on the wall, soaping his hands, and then turning to her. Katie watched in amazement as he paid close attention to every inch of her body, scrubbing her hair and rinsing it thoroughly before moving down to her shoulders and back, forcing her to turn and put her hands flat against the wall. He didn’t speak—his body and hands told her what to do, moving her this way and that with a shift of his hip, a gentle tug of his soapy hands.
He spent time washing her ass, still red from his spanking. She wondered if she’d have handprints. She hoped so. Then he turned her around and she watched in wonder as he dropped to his knees, something she never would have imagined him doing—weren’t Doms the ones who were supposed to force submissives to their knees?—his hands roaming her front in the same way they had over her back.
“Liam,” she whispered, fingers moving in his thick, wet hair. She still loved feeling his name in her mouth. He kissed her navel, tongue dipping in provocatively, his eyes on hers as his slick, soapy hands moved over the gentle hills of her breasts. She moaned when he thumbed her nipples. They’d been hard for so long they almost hurt.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured against her hipbone, his tongue tracing the curve downward. She wanted to believe him, and by the time his mouth reached her pubic hair, she did. He looked at her body as if it was a place to worship, and when he reached her pussy, he drank her in like wine, burying his face there and shifting her legs over his shoulders so he could slide her body up the tile. Katie cried out with pleasure, lost in sensation, his mouth fastened on her mound, hands holding her in place, cupped over her breasts, her nipples hard under his fingers.
“Give yourself to me.” His words made her open her eyes and look at him. I am, she thought, but was she? Her body was tense, her mind racing. He shook his head slowly, reading her eyes, her mind. She bit her lip, trying to keep it in, all the feeling, all the fear, the desire, but she couldn’t contain it. A little sob escaped her throat, and she shook her head, as if to clear it, but it was no use. It overwhelmed her in an instant, and she was awash with feeling, drowning in it, unable to stand in the tide.
“That’s my girl.” He turned to kiss her thigh, rubbing his cheek there, stubbly and rough. “Let it go. Let me have you. All of you.”
“Please, I…” She didn’t know what to say. There weren’t words. And she found she didn’t need them. All she needed to do was surrender, to let herself go in his arms, not just her body but her mind, oh god, the whole of her, every part and essence of who she was, laid bare and quivering before him. It wasn’t possible. He wouldn’t want her. He couldn’t possibly see her completely open and vulnerable and not turn away.
But her fears were unfounded.
He devoured her as if he couldn’t get enough, a cloud of steam rising around them, the water from the shower splashing off his broad, strong back and shoulders. Katie hung on, going along for the ride, letting him take her wherever he wanted her to go. She couldn’t help the soft mews of pleasure escaping her throat as she writhed against the tile, her cries growing louder, echoing off the bathroom walls the closer she got to her destination.
Her climax rocked them both, Katie’s back arching, shoving her pussy fully against his eager mouth, and he moved to grab her hips, steadying her as she came and came, flooding him with her juices. When Liam slowly lifted her legs off his shoulders, letting her slide down the wall to join him on her knees in the shower, she was still so dizzy, she wasn’t quite sure where she was until she looked into his eyes.
“Pretty kitty.” He chuckled, touching her nose with the tip of his finger. She looked at him in wonder and disbelief. Kitty? He looked like the cat who ate the canary, full and satisfied. He honestly looked like he’d enjoyed that as much as she did. Maybe more. Was it possible?
She put her arms around his neck, pressing her body fully to his, seeing his eyes light up and then begin to smolder. She nuzzled his shoulder, licking his collarbone, feeling his cock pressed against her hip. He was harder than granite.
“I want you,” she confessed, turning her face up to his, showing him with her hips, a slow grind. “Please, please.” He was so hard she could barely stand it. “Oh, Liam, please!”
“God, I like hearing you beg,” he said, and then stood, taking her with him, still in his arms. He kissed the top of her head. “But not tonight, Kitten. Go get dressed. I need to wash up.”
He smacked her bottom to get her to move, and finally she did, following his order and making her way out to the dressing area, finding clean towels on a cart near the lockers. After she retrieved her bra and panties, which were thankfully dry, she got dressed slowly. She searched her purse for a comb, glancing in the mirror, sure she would find herself a crazy mess, and for a moment she didn’t recognize the woman she saw.
Her face was flushed, eyes bright, her hair a wet tangled mass of dark curls over her shoulders. Was this the same woman who had been shelving books at five o’clock earlier today? She wasn’t sure. And then Liam appeared beside her, dressed, their coats over his arm, the only indication of their evening his still-wet hair. She met his eyes in the mirror, wondering what he was thinking. She knew he wasn’t wondering about her, because he looked like he knew exactly what she was feeling.
“Drive carefully.” He pulled her coat closer around her neck. Her hair was still damp and she was shivery.
“Liam, are we… are you…?” She didn’t know how to ask the question, wasn’t even sure what she wanted to ask.
“Shh.” He gathered her up and kissed her—their first kiss, after everything that had happened since they met just a week ago, with Katie naked and shackled on her knees in his basement. She couldn’t believe this was their first real kiss, but it was, and she was thinking about that when he slipped his arms around her waist, his mouth slanting across hers, tongue soft and exploring.
She stood on her tiptoes in her heels, arms around his broad neck, giving as good as she got, wanting more, trying to tell him so with her body, and when they parted, both of them breathless, she thought he’d gotten her message.
“I’ve got a busy week.” Liam closed his eyes, touching his forehead to hers. “I’ll call you on Friday.”
A week! A whole week? Her body protested, pressing into his, and Liam groaned as she kissed him again, all greedy, hungry mouth, sliding her slim thigh between his thickly muscled ones.
“Easy,” he murmured, and she wasn’t sure if he was talking to her or himself. “Take a week. Read the book. We’ll talk.”
The book. She’d almost forgotten. But she was tired of reading about it—she wanted to do it!
“Goodnight, Katie.”
He waited for her to get into her Honda, making sure she was buckled, before he got into his little red sports car. She gave him a wave as she started the engine, putting the car into “drive” and wondering how in the hell she was supposed to get through the next week.
* * * *
Lori said she wouldn’t make it to Monday, but she was wrong. Katie made it to Wednesday, sitting at her desk, wasting time and playing on Facebook in between check-outs. She flipped through all the “Hump Day” references, which only made it worse. She couldn’t think of anything but Liam. She’d devoured his book, reading until four in the morning that first night, finishing it the next day, unshowered and still in her pajamas, the following afternoon.