Against the Rules

by Tori Carson

  “Punish?” she managed to ask.

  Unable to stop herself, she rubbed along his thigh, clenching and massaging his leg like she’d rather be doing with other, more satisfying parts of his anatomy.

  Reese smacked her thigh hard enough to sting. “Stop that.”

  Chantel’s eyes neared popped from her head as heat and pain spread through her. Involuntarily, her legs closed.

  His sexy laugh had her squirming. Reese rolled over and unbuttoned his jeans. He toed out of them.

  Commando! And huge. Damn, she’d hit the jackpot. She licked her lips. Chantel had always assumed that size did matter and hoped to put that theory to a thorough test.

  She should have felt vulnerable, completely exposed as she was, yet she didn’t. Reese made her feel sexy and wanted. Safe—though she knew that was silly. They’d barely met. No, don’t go there, she warned her conscience. Having committed to this course, she intended to enjoy a regret-free evening.

  Chantel rocked her hip against his cock.

  “Behave, young lady, or I’ll tie you to the bed and I don’t think you’re ready for that just yet.”

  Enjoying the game, she laced her hands behind her head. He seemed incredibly large. She felt wetness between her legs and hoped he wouldn’t notice.

  Reese lay down beside her. He nuzzled her ear and kissed a trail down her neck as his hands ignited flames at her breasts and lower still. His mouth followed the path, fanning the blaze into an inferno. His talented fingers moved with purpose to her entrance.

  There was no hiding from him now. She moaned as he entered her with first one finger, then two. It still wasn’t enough. She craved more. As he found a steady rhythm, she pushed against him, rising to meet each stroke.

  When she didn’t think she could take much more, one muscular arm wrapped possessively around her and pulled her against his devouring mouth.

  At first contact, Channy called his name or at least the one she knew him by. He pulled her clit into his mouth. He nuzzled and teased her with his lips and tongue, knowing she wouldn’t last long. His heart danced. She responded like few women he’d known before. A sensual cry escaped as she tumbled over the edge. Her body shuddered and she thrashed.

  Channy’s hands gripped his hair and tried to push him away. “Too much.”

  He chuckled—he’d barely gotten started. Easily holding her still with an arm across her stomach, he took his time and brought her down slowly. As the aftershocks gentled, he moved down to her labia and dusted kisses until her hold on his head lightened.

  “Ahh, Channy, you were such a naughty girl.”

  Her eyes widened and she quickly released his hair. “I’m sorry.”

  “Hmm, I’m sure you are.” He watched her closely. She’d relaxed, thinking that was the end of it. She obviously didn’t know him very well. “What do you think would help you remember?”

  She immediately tensed. Smart girl.

  “I didn’t do it on purpose. I just forgot… A heat of the moment thing. You know,” she explained with a lopsided grin.

  “I’m sure you teach your students that there are consequences for their actions.” He loved watching her squirm.

  “I also extol the virtues of mercy.” Her eyes glittered with mischief.

  His gut tightened. A playful Channy was a side of her he’d like to see more of. “Leniency has its place. However, I’m a firm believer in consistency. If I let you off this time, you’d think I was a pushover. Now what kind of chaos would occur if your students thought you were a pushover?”

  Her bottom lip pushed forward in an adoring pout. Unable to resist, he drew it between his teeth and gave it a gentle nip. Heat flared in her eyes as he ran his tongue over the sting. Oh, yes, Little Red was definitely submissive.

  “Are you going to…spank me?” Her breathing was ragged.

  “I prefer the punishment to fit the crime.” He felt her stomach bunch as the words sank in.

  “You’re not going to take a ruler to my knuckles, are you?” She seemed less sure of herself.

  “Do I look like a nun?” He raised his eyebrows at her until she broke into giggles.

  “No, certainly not.”

  After a short stare down, she turned her head away from him. “Are you going to bind my hands?”

  He waited patiently until she got up the nerve to look at him again. “You moved your hands when you were told not to. Restraint does fit the crime, but we’re all alone. It would be a very foolish move on your part to allow such a thing.”

  A flash of emotion crossed her face and if he wasn’t mistaken, it was disappointment. He had to work at hiding his smile. “Perhaps we can figure out a solution.” He dropped a finger on her nose. “Do not move.”

  From the closet he pulled out his kit. After a glance or two he found what he was looking for. On a whim, he tossed a few toys on the blanket at the end of the bed, out of her view.

  She was straining her neck trying to see what he was doing. Inquisitive. He liked that. Teague showed her a long, black silk scarf then sat on the bed beside her. He slid the fabric over her peaked nipples.

  Channy gasped and her arms moved closer in what looked like a reflex action.

  “Such a naughty sub. You definitely need a reminder to follow orders. Do you know what a safe word is, Channy?”

  Her eyes were wide as she watched him loop the scarf between the wrought iron pieces of the headboard. “Yes,” she whispered.

  “Do you have one picked out?” Whenever he looked at Channy, he felt tender and mushy inside. Shit. He couldn’t allow her to become a liability. This needed to be a ‘one and done’ type thing.

  “No.”

  “The proper response is ‘no, Sir’, Channy.”

  Again arousal flared in her eyes and her cheeks flushed. “No, Sir.”

  “Much better. We’ll use ‘red’, then. If you feel you absolutely can’t continue or you’re too afraid of something, use the safe word. That doesn’t mean that you should remain quiet. Talk to me. Let me know what you’re feeling and thinking, but understand the play continues as I choose unless you say ‘red’.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Such a fast learner.” Teague pulled her left arm toward the headboard and wrapped the scarf around her wrist. He placed the loose end into her palm. “I did not tie it so if you let go you’ll be free and I’ll be very disappointed.” Once she complied, he did the same with her right.

  Her breathing had accelerated, her eyes had dilated and her nipples had hardened. If Teague was reading her correctly, she was both anxious and aroused. Perfect.

  “Why did you say no to a blindfold?”

  “I… I want to know what’s happening.” A moment later she added, “Sir.”

  “Even though you’re bound and can do nothing to stop it?”

  It looked like the air had frozen in her lungs. She squeezed her thighs together then exhaled sharply.

  “Legs open.”

  She jumped under his touch and hurried to comply. “Yes, Sir.”

  Teague brought his Wartenberg Wheel into her view. He made sure that the candlelight bounced off the needle-like spines. “So, you want to watch this travel down your skin?”

  She squeaked and he bit back a chuckle. Channy was a true delight. He wished he could spend more than just one night with her.

  He first touched the underside of her arm then drew it down her side before making a U-turn and heading back. In a zigzag motion, he crossed her tummy then made wide circles around her breasts. He slowed and began closing the circles, heading toward her peak.

  Channy’s mouth opened ever so slightly as she groaned and cooed. Never taking her eyes off the wheel, she tightened her hold on the scarf still wrapped around her wrists.

  “Yes, I like you watching. Are you imagining how the spines will feel as they crisscross your nipple?” He held the wheel still and waited for her answer.

  Her gaze jumped from his face to the wheel and back again.

  “
Don’t.” She shook her head.

  He couldn’t keep the grin from his face. God, his cock was aching to be buried inside her. “You have a safe word and ‘don’t’ isn’t it.” With his left hand he pushed a finger inside her then pulled it out and showed her. “Your body doesn’t want me to stop.”

  Careful to only glaze over the surface, he wheeled up and over her peak.

  Channy screamed and panted telling Teague she was feeling the adrenaline rush. A moment later, she smiled and blushed a crimson red. “I liked that.”

  “And you’ll like this too.” He drove it back over her peak and headed straight to the juncture between her legs.

  She brought her thighs together, but he held them apart. “Open.” He dropped his voice an octave and wiped the grin off his face.

  As Channy groaned and Teague felt her grow wetter, his need to be inside her became too much to ignore. He brought the wheel near her mound and she tensed.

  “You don’t believe me.” He infused a touch of amusement into his tone.

  “I’m afraid,” she whispered, darting looks between him and the spines nearing her clit.

  Her admission surprised him. He’d already known she was afraid, but he hadn’t thought she would verbalize it to him. A few more chinks of his armor fell away.

  “A little fear adds to the fun, don’t you think?”

  “No!”

  He laughed. “Yes, you do.”

  Channy made a squealing sound but held perfectly still as he rolled the wheel across her mound then along the lips of her labia and back up and down the other side.

  She started panting when he began the circuit again.

  “Are you imagining what it will feel like as I take it across your clit?” He tightened his hold on her.

  “No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,” she chanted.

  Teague couldn’t help it as he laughed again. Channy was a treasure. “Too bad, little sub. I’m in charge.” He skimmed it across her hood and delighted in Channy’s scream.

  “Ooh, it didn’t hurt.” She spread her legs a little wider. “I… I liked it.”

  Her open honesty was killing him. “And we’re both going to love this.” Reese could wait no more. He tore open a condom and sheathed his cock. He climbed between her legs. Fuck, he had to get inside her. He had no idea where his hard-won control had vanished to, but right now he had none.

  Channy’s pussy was tight and wet and felt like home. As the word home bounced around his brain, he almost pulled out. What the fuck?

  Her channel was still tight from her climax and he knew he had to go slowly, damn it. As he began to move, he watched her closely. She looked so tiny beneath him. So vulnerable. His chest clenched painfully. What the hell? This was supposed to be about sex. A mutually satisfying romp in the sack. A prescription for keeping a terminal case of blue balls at bay. He pushed away those thoughts and began to move.

  Channy was liquid heat burning through him. Each stroke drove him insane. They moved together in perfect harmony. He watched in wonder as she smiled. Her eyes closed and a new, determined expression danced across her face. He nearly stopped until he felt what she was doing.

  On each downward stroke, she tightened her channel, gripping and milking him until all his brain function shifted to lower anatomy control. Yeah, now this was what he needed. Pure physical bliss without all the emotion. Like a man possessed, he drove into her over and over until they both shattered in a riot of colors, sounds and sensations. Teague collapsed over Channy, mindful not to allow his weight down on her. Sated and exhausted, he held her to him, his breathing ragged and his mind racing.

  * * * *

  Foster was desperate. Mr. G. played for keeps. If he didn’t find and gift wrap four-six-two, Mr. G. would take Foster’s family down with him. Minutes had turned into hours, hours into days and he still wasn’t any closer to finding four-six-two. He didn’t fool himself into believing that the agency could keep his family safe. The lies he’d told to get them into protective custody wouldn’t hold up for long. He had to buy some time.

  Foster checked his bulletproof vest and fed shells into an extra clip for his Glock nine millimeter. With a sardonic smirk, he carefully slipped the tiny package of explosives into the breast pocket of his worn leather jacket. He always loved taking the bike out for a spin, but this night he would be riding with purpose.

  * * * *

  Teague didn’t like the way he was feeling. More specifically, that he was feeling. Anything. He had taught himself to remain delightfully numb to emotions. Having everyone you ever loved or cared about ripped away from you could do that to a man. Years of constantly looking over his shoulder and suspecting everyone had made Teague a hard person.

  Yet, less than forty-eight hours spent with the fiery, redheaded stick of dynamite asleep beside him had put some serious cracks in the barrier he’d built around himself.

  Teague stared into the fire burning in the hearth to keep his eyes off Channy. It hurt to look at her. She was so beautiful. Inside and out. An innocent angel he had no business fucking.

  He was such a bastard. When had that happened? Was it the trait of Dan? Robert? John? In which incarnation had he stopped caring about what was right and learned to care only about himself?

  At first, he had hoped that this new life of his would be temporary. Once he found that key bit of evidence that would bring down the cartel, he would be able to go back to his old life. Just pick up where it left off. Anger welled strong and ran deep. He wanted to put his fist through something. Had he ever been that naive? He felt like such a piece of shit. Guilt and shame rode him hard.

  For about the millionth time, he wished his life hadn’t taken a wrong turn. He used to be a stand-up guy. The kind of man Channy deserved to be with. But it was too late to change things now.

  Though he’d tried valiantly, he couldn’t keep from watching her. They had made love many times and in almost every room of his house until she fell asleep in front of the fireplace. He would never get her out of his system. Or look at the dining room table without picturing her there offered like a feast for a king. Damn. He was beyond screwed. One night wasn’t enough. Surely one weekend wouldn’t be too dangerous.

  Teague noticed immediately when her breathing changed. Slowly, seductively, her eyes opened. His stomach clenched and his heart did a spectacular flip in his chest. An Olympic judge would surely have given him a ten if stupidity were a sanctioned event.

  “I was dreaming about you,” she whispered in a husky, flagpole-raising voice.

  “Let me guess, I was the wolf and you were Little Red Riding Hood,” Teague kidded. “And I chased you through the forest. Then, when I caught you, I did terribly naughty things to your body and you loved every minute of it.”

  “That was it exactly. How did you know?” She grinned as she ran her hand over the shadow forming on his jaw. “Maybe it wasn’t a dream. You’re a bit scruffy like a wolf.”

  “Well, Little Red, this wolfman is hungry and you look like a delicious morsel. I’m going to eat you up,” he warned as he wrapped his arms around her slender body and pulled her to him. He lavished kisses down her neck as he growled.

  She giggled and writhed in his arms. “Is there a full moon tonight?”

  “Only for us.” Teague howled, bathing her breast in his warm whisper before he pulled her taut peak into his mouth. Channy’s giggle turned into a gasp of pleasure.

  “Tell me, Little Red, what one word would you use to describe dipping your toes into the D/s pool?”

  Channy blushed, but answered immediately, “Un-fucking-believable.”

  Teague chuckled, slightly relieved to hear her admit it. “Much better.”

  He gently raked his teeth over her nipple. Her responding moan had his cock hardening into a painful ache.

  It didn’t seem to matter how many times he enjoyed her body, it was never enough. He wanted her again and again. God help them both.

  * * * *

  He settled in for
another night of fantasy and fun. With his dick in one hand, he booted the video feed with the other. Soon he would have her here where she belonged. Until then, he would watch her every move and plan.

  He blinked in surprise and automatically hit refresh. What the hell? It was three o’clock in the morning. Why isn’t she in bed? Stroking his hard-on, he considered the possibilities and chuckled at the irony. Some rubbed their head to concentrate and he guessed he did too, just not the one on top of his shoulders.

  She was probably taking a piss. As he changed the camera feed, he made a mental note to curtail such inconveniences. Once her room was ready, she would have to ask his permission for such liberties. She would learn who was in control.

  His cock throbbed and twitched in anticipation. Dark, seething anger roiled in his gut when the screen showed an empty bathroom. Where the hell is she? Quickly, he checked each camera. She was not in the house.

  In a show of temper, he shoved everything from his desk, scattering it to the floor. On his phone, he brought up the GPS app and searched for her. He congratulated himself on being prepared. In addition to the video and audio feeds, he had attached a tracking device to her car. Once he was ready, he didn’t want to waste any time acquiring her.

  After reading the coordinates, he slammed his phone onto the desk, cracking the plastic case. For good measure, he slammed it again and again, but it still read the same offensive coordinates. Her car was at home, but clearly she was not. Oh, she will pay for this, he vowed.

  His stroking took on a fevered pitch as he planned, in great detail, just what her punishment would entail.

  Chapter Four

  Reese carried her into the bathroom and set her on the edge of the tub while he ran a bath for them. As she dangled her feet over the edge, he lit scented candles and dimmed the lights. This man was too good to be true. Suddenly, a horrible thought came to mind. “You’re married, aren’t you?” she accused.