Tarot Card Anthology: Synchronicity Volume 3

by Tina Bendoni, Michelle Hasker

  "I don't recall seeing you in here before,” Clark said as he finally looked up and met her eyes.

  "It's my first time in here.” She flipped open the matchbook and reached in her purse for a pen.

  "Oh.” He looked away as the bartender brought her drink.

  Cynthya slipped the man a twenty and told him to keep the change, then she scribbled something on the inside cover of the matchbook and slid it in front of Clark. She picked up her purse, drained her drink, set it back down and pocketed the key the bartender had slipped under her glass when he put it on the counter. With an extra sway in her hips, she headed for the stairs at the end of the bar, and made her way through the people on the steps. Finally, she reached the top. Without looking back, she turned and walked down a narrow hall that was open to the club on one side and had a red door every fifteen feet on the other. By the time she reached number five she chanced a glimpse at the bar and noticed Clark's stool was empty.

  "Looking for me, baby?” he asked as he wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her back against him.

  Breathless in anticipation and desire, she slipped the key into the lock. Clark's hand covered hers and they unlocked the door and entered together. Once inside, Clark closed the door and spun her around so fast she was pinned against the hard wood before she could blink. Okay, she hadn't seen that coming. Just what is his special ability? And why is it such a secret?

  "Okay, darling. Talk to me. Why did you want me to come in here?"

  Cynthya sighed and looked up into his emerald green eyes. “I should have known you wouldn't recognize me. I haven't changed that much since college, have I?"

  His hold on her loosened as he looked her over again.

  "It's me. Cynthya Ward. Was I that forgettable?"

  "Cynthya? Cynthya Ward?"

  She nodded and wiggled until she got her hands between them. She pressed her palms against his chest and felt his warmth. He was hard, even harder then he'd been then, but now he was a man, not a boy.

  He stepped back, but didn't release her as he looked her over again.

  "If you make a crack about how I used to be a goody two-shoes I'll kick you in the balls,” she said, then sighed loudly as he remained silent. “It's okay if you don't want this. But when I recognized you, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to have you."

  "It's not that I don't want you. It's just that you've changed. A lot. I didn't recognize you. Not only have you changed your taste in clothes, but your whole attitude is different,” he said after an awkward moment.

  "Did you only follow me up here to find out who I was?” Cynthya asked as she unbuttoned her vest.

  "Honey, you were sending me signals no red-blooded man could resist. I followed you up here for some hot sweaty sex."

  "Good.” She smiled as she dropped her vest to the floor. She reached over and flicked on the light. Fortunately her crew had been in and done a thorough job. The room was prepared exactly the way it needed to be to fulfill Clark's every desire. By the time she was through with him, the man would be putty in her hands. They always were.

  Clark tugged on the chain dangling between her breasts. “I see you came prepared."

  "I know you were into this stuff back then. I figure by now you're hardcore with it.” Cynthya unzipped her skirt and let it fall.

  His eyes widened when he noticed she was sans underwear, and hairless. “You really have changed,” he said as he eyed the clover clamps. A chain ran between them with another chain attached that ran to her clit which also had a clamp. She knew he loved Y clamps and had practiced until she could wear them without too much discomfort.

  He tugged lightly on the chain as if he was testing her. Cynthya didn't have to feign the moan that slipped out as the clamps tightened. Her pussy grew wet as he tugged harder and all three clamps tightened even more. Torture. He was going to torture her to orgasm before she could convince him to join her team.

  "Oh, sweet heaven."

  "Not yet, but soon, sweetheart.” Clark leaned down and captured her mouth with his.

  As his lips moved over hers, hot and hungry, she fisted her hands in his dark brown hair and held him close. Clark's hand roamed down her back. He tugged her against him, cupped her ass cheeks and lifted her up.

  By the time she wrapped her legs around him, he had turned around and crossed to the king-sized bed. She'd picked the largest they had available, and made sure the room had been cleaned thoroughly before her team had brought in the toys she'd requested. They knew she hadn't been looking forward to the assignment, but if they could see her now they'd think she'd been lying to them.

  Shy, repressed Cynthya had done her homework well. Not only had she learned a few things about herself, but she was no longer shy or inhibited as Clark had once called her. She'd gone to some clubs and went home with a few men to prepare herself for tonight. Just like she'd have done thorough homework on any other assignment.

  Clark tossed her onto the bed and tugged his clothes off. When he finished, he stood, staring at her as she lay there spread eagle, watching him.

  "This was how I saw you all those years ago,” he whispered.

  Cynthya bit back a snort. It would only kill the mood if she contradicted him or reminded him of how things had really gone down. Instead she focused on his body and how nicely sculpted he was. Like the fortune teller told her, she needed to remain in control. She was in charge. No more shy, naïve Cynthya.

  "How did you find me?” he asked as he stalked over to the bed and kneeled between her legs. “This was no chance encounter."

  "I'm all grown up now, Clark. When I want something, I get it. And I want you back."

  "So you set out to capture me? What do you really want?” he asked as he sat back, suspicion in his expression.

  "Our relationship was a failure. I don't like having that hanging over me. I want to prove to you that I can match you in the bedroom and that you were wrong about me."

  "My rejection has bothered you this much?” His expression softened, probably from guilt.

  "I wanted to prove it to myself and to you."

  As he stared at her, she realized she needed to take back control. She'd allowed the past to overshadow who and what she'd become, and that would be the death of her mission. Time to make him want her more than he wanted to talk.

  Cynthya tugged on the clamps and moaned. She slipped one hand between her legs and pushed a finger between her folds, grinning when his eyes darkened. “Are you going to fuck me, or just sit there and watch me do this myself?"

  At her words Clark growled and grabbed onto her thighs. He lowered his mouth to her mons and breathed in deep. “Mmm, you smell as delicious as I remember."

  "You remember how I smell?"

  "I remember everything about you, darling. Including the little mewling sounds you make right before you come."

  At his soft words, his breath brushed over her folds, and moisture pooled between her thighs, coating her finger.

  "May I?” he whispered.

  Obediently, Cynthya pulled out her finger, but before she could do more than that, he captured it in his mouth. His tongue swirled around her digit as he sucked and licked on it. She moaned, and squeezed her legs together as more fluid trickled between her thighs.

  Sex with Clark had been spectacular, and no other man she'd been with had compared, but the strength of her reaction startled her. He's an assignment, nothing more than an assignment. Remember that. Don't leave yourself open for more hurt.

  Without warning, he released her finger with a loud pop, and then licked along the length of her slit. Fisting her fingers in the sheet, she spread her legs open and arched, hoping he would ease the ache burning inside. She wanted him mindless with need, but he was quickly turning the tables on her as he drew his tongue along her folds and flicked it against her clit. If she had an orgasm she should be able to regain the edge she needed to ensnare him.

  "Clark,” she gasped and released the sheets to fist her hands in his ha
ir.

  He moaned, the sound vibrating her tight nub, and she pressed into his face as a rush of fluids trickled down her thigh. Clark moved his attention and lapped at her juices. He spread her open with his hands and feasted on her, licking and sucking on her sensitive flesh, drawing loud moans from her.

  All thoughts of her mission fled under his sensual onslaught. Tension coiled in her stomach and spread through her body like a forest fire. Shaking with desire, she could do nothing but lay there and writhe as he tugged on the clamp attached to her clit and slid his index finger between her folds. With steady, slow movements, he added another finger to the first and pumped them in with more force as he increased the pressure on her clit.

  Tremors ran through her body, when he yanked on the chain and all three clamps tightened at once. Cynthya cried out and bowed her back as she came all over his fingers. Even as her fluids coated his hand, he thrust his fingers in her deep and fast, harder and harder until she screamed his name in another longer, more earth-shattering orgasm.

  "You were always so easy to bring to orgasm."

  Cynthya gasped and sat up, punching at his chest.

  "It was a compliment, babe."

  She narrowed her eyes and pressed him on to his back. “I'll show you easy to please.” She growled and slid her hand down to cup him.

  "Mmm,” he moaned.

  Wiping that smirk and quiet control off his face was going to be the highlight of her night. That and getting him to sign on the dotted line.

  Cynthya leaned down and slid her tongue around the tip of his cock, teasing and tormenting him. He was all hot, soft flesh over hard steel, and she wanted him buried deep inside her. With a mental shake, she focused on pleasuring him. Clark moaned when she licked at the drops of pre-cum leaking from the slit. With a murmur of pleasure, she drew his head into her mouth and sucked on it as she slid her fingers up and down the length of his shaft.

  He thrust deeper but she didn't protest, instead she took him in, deep throating him as he fucked her mouth. Cynthya squeezed his sac with one hand and wrapped the other around the base of his shaft and pumped him.

  Faster and harder, he drove himself into her mouth as his panted breaths turned to moans and pleas for more. She scraped her teeth along his cock and wet her finger before she slid it down his body and up to his ass. As she pressed her digit against the opening, he cried out and shot his cum deep into her throat.

  Cynthya sucked every last drop from him as she slipped the tip of her finger inside his ass. Clark tightened around her and drew her finger in deeper. His eagerness to accept this act shouldn't have surprised her, but it did. She'd known he liked to give it in the ass, but never learned that he liked to take it there, too. Perhaps he wouldn't mind if she called her partner in for a little assistance.

  "I don't know whether to be jealous of the men you've been practicing on, or grateful.” Clark laughed.

  "You can't be jealous,” Cynthya said as she crawled up him, dragging the y chains across his stomach. She moaned as they tugged on her simultaneously.

  "Did you really look me up just to have sex?"

  Cynthya laughed as she propped herself on his chest. She ignored how good his muscles felt under her, and the way feeling him made her pussy tighten in anticipation. “Yes, I want to have sex with you. All night long, and possibly longer if you're willing."

  "And if I'm not willing?"

  "We'll see about that when I'm through with you."

  "Cynthya, you aren't thinking about marriage, are you?"

  She couldn't stop the laughter that slipped through her lips. “Marriage?"

  "I had to be sure. I'm not the type to settle down, and—” He stopped in mid-sentence as she dragged her pussy over his soft cock. He hissed and pressed against her.

  With an evil grin, she reached up and fondled her breasts. “How long do you think it will be before you're ready to go again?"

  "You've become one lusty babe,” he said, admiration evident in his voice. “I'm so glad you got rid of whatever was repressing you."

  "Keep talking, Hudson. You're making me want to leave you here and go find a more virile specimen to fuck tonight."

  "Hell no!” he shouted as he flipped her over in a smooth motion and pinned her beneath him.

  His cock twitched, and she realized he was getting hard already. So it really was true that paranormals could give more pleasure in one night then a normal. Clark rolled her, then grabbed her waist and tugged on her so her ass was in the air. As his shaft pressed against the crack of her ass, she moaned and pressed back into him.

  "Slow down, woman,” he growled as he grabbed her waist and held her still.

  He reached around and tugged on the chain. Cynthya cried out and arched against him as the clamps tightened painfully. All of a sudden his open palm connected with her ass, and she jerked forward. Because his hand still held the chain, the clamps tightened even more.

  Before she could protest, the hot pain turned into pleasure as the stinging lessened. His hand came down again, and she cried out and bucked once more. Her head spun as the clamps did their job, creating a pain/pleasure on her nipples and clit while Clark slapped her ass over and over again. Never in the same spot, the slaps increased in both speed and strength as he spanked her.

  "Clark!” she screamed, sensations flooding her system, pleasure and pain mingling and becoming one until she found herself rising to meet the slaps. Cream slipped down her thighs as her pussy clenched around air.

  As if hearing her unspoken need, he moved closer and rammed his cock deep inside her. He thrust deep and fast into her pussy until Cynthya tightened around him and came in an explosive orgasm. He didn't relent, though. Over and over he pounded into her, the sound of his wet flesh striking hers only fueled her lust, and kept her still tingling body from calming down.

  With his hands on her hips, he tugged her back against him as he thrust up into her, giving her an even deeper penetration. As she struggled to catch her breath she heard his guttural groans and knew he was close. Cynthya squeezed her muscles and whimpered. Clark roared as he came hard, his hot cum filling her.

  Cynthya collapsed on her stomach, and Clark rolled to her side. He pulled her close and rubbed her back as she struggled to catch her breath. She'd thought taking lessons from a dominant would prepare her for this, but she'd been wrong. Sex had never been this good. Ever. But it was Clark. And he'd crushed her in the past. If she wasn't careful he'd do it again. Not because he was cruel, but because he was searching for someone or something he couldn't find.

  In the end it didn't matter what she wanted or how she felt. The agency wanted him, and the agency would get him. She was definitely getting too old for this. If she could let him get under her skin like this and she'd only been in his company for ... she glanced at the clock ... thirty minutes, then chances were good she wouldn't last the rest of the year. Losing one's touch in their prime was unheard of. What would she do? She wasn't old enough to retire. One didn't just leave the agency either.

  "A penny for them?"

  "Hmmm?” Cynthya looked up at Clark.

  His eyes gleamed in the dim lighting, reminding her of a wolf. She blinked, and jerked back, but his eyes were their normal shade of blue when she looked into them once more.

  "A penny for your thoughts. I can almost hear them whirling around inside your mind."

  "I was just wondering how long it would be before you were ready for more."

  "I'll be ready soon enough, you vixen. What I really want to do, though, is remove those clamps and suck on your tits and clit. I want to make you come again, just from sucking on you."

  Cynthya shivered as she tried to comprehend what was happening. His words set her on fire and created sensations in her she'd never known before. In their younger years he'd never been this way with her, but then again, when he'd asked her try something new she'd always shied away from it in favor of what he called vanilla sex. It had hurt, but she hadn't been surprised when he'd tol
d her she wasn't woman enough for him. That he needed things she couldn't give, but others were more than willing to. Sometimes she wondered if he'd said that just to make her give in, but she'd refused, and he'd stormed out, leaving her in tears.

  "You are different,” she said instead of saying what she really wanted to. The past would just have to stay there, in the past. Her assignment was to find a way to get him to join the agency. At any price. She wondered what he was that the agency was so determined to have him. It wasn't often she heard that, in fact this was the first time they had ever used that phrase with one of her missions. At any price.

  "So are you, Cynthya. You've grown into one hot little number."

  She fought the urge to roll her eyes. A hot little number? She was more than that. A lot more. Instead, she shrugged and wrapped her arms around him. What will it take to get him to reveal his secret? Her partner had suggested she ‘fuck his brains out.’ That always worked for him in the past. He told her that once you pleasure someone enough, they'll spill their guts and more.

  Hoping Scott was right, she ran her hands over Clark's broad shoulders and down his back. She lifted her leg and draped it over him, pressing closer as she removed the clamps and tossed them across the room. As she rubbed her sore nipples against his smooth chest, she felt him beginning to stir to life beneath her again.

  "I should go clean off if you really want to eat me out again."

  "You got a room with a bathroom? Sweet. Come on. I want to wash you,” Clark said as he untangled himself from her and walked over to a small door on the back wall.

  "Only the best for me, Clark. I might not have had much growing up, but I won't accept anything less than the best now."

  Clark turned to her with a wide grin. “I'll give you some more of the best after I wash you."

  Cynthya groaned as she rose. Gingerly, she tested her muscles as she climbed off the bed. She wasn't really sore at all, which was a good thing, since he'd only actually taken her once. By morning Scott would probably have to carry her out of here. Who knew there really were men who could keep going and going like the damned Energizer Bunny? Is it medication or something supernatural? It didn't matter what kind of creature he would turn out to be. She'd been trained to handle all of them, and worked only with other paranormals. It was kind of odd that she was the only normal in her group. In fact, she was one of the only three normals who worked for the agency.