Thief of Hearts Boxed Set

by Doreen DeSalvo

  A second finger joined the first, stretching her open. “Would you like a stranger’s hand on this hungry pussy, baby?”

  He curled his fingers, hitting her G-spot, stimulating her clit from inside. Her hips jerked in response.

  Jake growled in her ear. “He’d get on his knees and crawl under the table. Eat you while the rest of us watched.”

  Too much, this was too much. “Please, Jake. Please let me come. I’m begging you.”

  “It gets you hot, huh? Another man licking you while I watch?”

  She whimpered and nodded.

  “Yeah, you’d like that. You’d like to come on his face under the tablecloth.” He twisted his fingers inside her, stretching her wide, hitting erogenous spots with every knuckle. “And then I’d have to punish you.”

  Yes, he would. She nodded, playing along. “I know.”

  “I’d spank you. Not on your ass, though. You like that too much.” He lowered his lips to her ear and panted into the sensitive opening. “I’d have to slap you on this soft, sensitive pussy.”

  Ooh, that would hurt. Would it hurt good, though? Jake made everything hurt so good.

  “I’d make you lean back in the chair and spread your knees wide,” he crooned. “You’d know a hard slap was coming. A hard slap right here.” His fingers withdrew slowly, almost making her cry out with the loss. Little touches grazed her clit, so softly, too softly. Way too softly. “You’d dread it. But in the end you’d beg me for it.”

  Over the thundering blood in her ears, voices registered from the entryway. Her breath caught. Oh, no. The waiter? Was the waiter coming in? Yanking her hand off of Jake’s crotch, she used both hands to hurriedly tuck her breast back into her shirt.

  Under the tablecloth, Jake’s fingers kept moving. Strumming, stroking, circling her clit in a maddening rhythm. She put a hand over her mouth to stifle her moans. Maybe the waiter would think she was sick or something.

  His fingers sped up, furiously tweaking her clit back and forth. “Come for me, baby. Come right now.”

  Now? Her eyes went wide. He couldn’t mean it. But his tone had that commanding edge, the one that always got her heart hammering, and his eyes were flinty. Dead serious.

  “Come now, before the waiter sees.” Jake pinched her clit, rolling it delicately between his fingers. “Or do you want him to see?” He nuzzled the hair away from her ear and bit the lobe, hard enough to send an electric jolt through her chest. “Do you want him to see what a horny little slut you are?”

  The husky words, the pressure on her aching clit, were all she needed. She nearly choked with the effort to strangle an orgasmic scream. Her torso jolted with the power of her climax, fierce satisfaction radiating out from his fingers, her hips jogging on the seat to wring more pleasure from the unbearable tension on her clit. She pressed her butt into the chair, trying to restrain the shudders that racked her body from the inside.

  Dizziness fogged her brain, her head light from holding her breath, holding in her moans. Her face, her whole body, burned with the release of desire. She didn’t care who saw, who knew. All that mattered was the sensual curve of Jake’s lips, the pleasure glowing on his face, the pride shining in his eyes.

  Her orgasm felt like a gift to him.

  He patted her spasming pussy like he’d pet a favorite pet. “Atta girl.”

  She was still shuddering with aftershocks when the waiter’s torso entered her line of vision. “All finished?”

  She almost laughed. To cover, she picked up her napkin, hands shaking, and dabbed at the moisture on her lips, her forehead. She barely managed a nod. Nothing would make her meet his gaze.

  “Yeah, take ’em. Bring the check as soon as you can.” Jake answered calmly, commandingly, as though nothing untoward had happened.

  As if he hadn’t just shaken the foundation of her whole world.

  What kind of woman let a man fondle her to orgasm in a restaurant?

  The kind of woman Jake Monroe wanted.

  When he’d called her a slut, she’d enjoyed it. She’d wanted to prove just how nasty she could be. All for him.

  His hand slid off, dragging wetness over her thigh. It seemed impossible to look away from his deep brown eyes. He put his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his palm, curving his fingers directly underneath his nose. The tip of his tongue ran over his fingertips. Smelling her, tasting her. But he didn’t smile. He didn’t look pleased at all.

  “Jake?” Her throat went tight after that single word.

  He patted her cheek with damp fingers. “That was a good first step, baby.” His tone made her feel like a schoolgirl instead of a woman. And God help her, she loved the feeling. “But I have more in store for you tonight.”

  More? What more could he possibly do to her?

  Across the room, the two men who’d watched her climax stood and left. At least she wouldn’t have to walk past their smirking faces. How embarrassing that would have been.

  Without her blood pounding in her ears, the waiter’s footsteps were easy to hear. He set the check down with a quick, “Take your time.”

  Jake reached for the plastic folder.

  “Let me—”

  His vicious glare cut her off. “No.” He pulled the folder closer to his elbow, then leaned over and picked her purse up from the floor and set it on her lap. “Is the butt plug in here?”

  She hadn’t remembered to leave it at home. “Yes.”

  “Good.” His tone was firm, his eyes unwavering. “Go into the bathroom and put it in your tight little ass. Then meet me in the lobby.”

  Like a puppet, she stood and smoothed down her stretchy skirt. Her thighs trembled; she’d been forcing them open for an hour, or so it seemed. Walking carefully on her heels, she went toward the ladies’ room.

  At least Jake had given her permission to use the bathroom.

  Good lord. She stopped in her tracks and leaned one hand on the velvet-flocked wallpaper in the hallway. Given her permission?

  Letting him boss her around in a sexy way was one thing, but if she wasn’t careful, Jake would take over control of her most intimate acts.

  The next thought made her heart skip a beat. At the rate she was going, she’d encourage him to do it. If he thought she was some timid little submissive who couldn’t keep up with his desires, he had another thing coming.

  Chapter Eleven

  For the first time in seven years, Jake craved a cigarette. He thrust a shaking hand through his hair, even though it was cut too short to fall into his eyes. What the hell was he doing to Kate? When she’d offered to suck his cock at the table, he’d almost come in his pants.

  Sure, she might have been bluffing.

  Or she might have been willing.

  He’d been tempted to make her do it. Shove her face into his lap and stare hard at the two men across the room, letting them watch while her blonde head moved up and down, not even remotely concealed by the tablecloth. Reveling in the envy and lust growing in the men’s eyes while she sucked him to heaven. He’d have kept a hand on her ass the whole time…managed to find a way to wriggle a finger into her asshole, felt her cry out around his cock. Only the thought of getting arrested for indecent exposure had stopped him.

  Someday, in similar circumstances, he’d do it. If the fantasy was this good, the reality was going to be a hundred times better.

  But would it be good for Kate? Or would it be the last straw, the act that sent her running from him? Would she feel excited, or humiliated…humiliated at submitting to a guy like him?

  He’d always been a demanding lover. Dominant, even. He enjoyed holding a woman’s wrists over her head, fantasizing about tying her up and wielding sexual power over her. Until now, it had almost all been in his head.

  Until Kate.

  He’d never spanked a woman before, never ass-fucked a woman before…never commanded a woman before. Before Kate, those had been nothing but fantasies. With her elegant profile, stunning body, and the hint of resistan
ce in her eyes, Kate shifted all of his domineering thoughts into high gear. He could see himself forcing her to do unbelievably kinky things—in public.

  Would he be forcing her, though? When she’d licked her water glass and offered to suck him off for their audience, she hadn’t looked at all like herself. She’d looked like the classiest whore he’d ever imagined. Better than a whore, because he wasn’t paying her to let him finger her under the table. She was doing it to please him.

  She appeared in the hallway that led to the restrooms, a secret smile on her lips. The kind of smile that told him, I have a butt plug up my ass, and I can’t wait for your cock to be there. With every step she took, her full breasts swayed and jiggled under the skimpy little shirt.

  His mouth went dry. God yes, he wanted to dominate her. To fuck her from here to forever, until she begged him never to stop. When she moved closer, he saw a wet spot on the silk of her top, right over her nipple. Must be from when he’d rubbed her own saliva over her breast.

  He grabbed her hand and practically dragged her to the car. Good thing he’d made her park in the far corner of the lot. For what he was about to do, he didn’t want an audience. The driver’s side was against a high brick wall, the back of a warehouse of some kind, and there weren’t any other cars parked within twenty feet of hers.

  When she opened the door, she didn’t get in. Even under these dim lights, he could see that her cheeks were a little flushed. “I, uh, can’t sit down like this.”

  With the butt plug in her ass, of course she couldn’t sit. The flared base must stick out at least an inch, maybe two. She looked so demure, her eyes lowered and head bent forward. No one would ever guess she’d just put a butt plug in her ass to please an ex-con.

  He couldn’t resist the urge to play with her. “Hike your skirt up.”

  She looked around nervously, then reached for the bottom of her skirt and pulled it up a couple of inches.

  “Not far enough.” Impatient to see the pussy he’d fondled so fervently under the tablecloth, he grabbed the bottom of her skirt and yanked it up over her lower back, until her naked ass gleamed under the yellow streetlights.

  He pressed her carefully against the side of the car, leaning his chest into her back until he had her caught between his body and the driver’s door. He ran a palm up her thigh to her pert ass. The high heels thrust it back into a snug little globe, perfect for his hands. Wandering down the silky crack of her bottom, he found the end of the plug and twisted it.

  “Oh!” She collapsed onto the car, putting her forearms on the roof to catch herself.

  For a moment he froze. Too much? No, he couldn’t have hurt her. The plug was a short one, the kind they called a “starter” at the sex store. She’d just been surprised.

  “You like this little toy, don’t you?” He pulled it out partway, waited for a heartbeat, and pressed it inside again, all the way to the wide, flared base.

  Her hips wriggled in answer, and he couldn’t resist. He positioned himself between her parted legs and unfastened his pants.

  The sound of the zipper was outrageously loud in the silent parking lot. The only noises were from traffic on the street, almost half a block away.

  She straightened and looked over her shoulder at him. “Jake, no!”

  In answer, he planted one hand on her shoulder blades and pushed her back down against the car.

  She struggled for a second. For show? Yeah, definitely for show. Her legs moved a little further apart, her hips tilted, brushing her bottom against the front of his pants. Offering her tender ass to him. She could have gotten away if she wanted to…and she did have a safe word. One he prayed she’d never use.

  He stroked down the sides of her bare ass. Silky soft, waiting for him. But he was too tall to fuck her standing. If he put her over the hood of the car, she’d be high enough. Nah, that would expose them to anyone who left the restaurant.

  But damn it, he couldn’t wait much longer to fuck her. His cock was leaking all over his briefs, and it felt like he’d been hard for hours.

  He twisted the butt plug again, first in one direction and then the other, wringing a moan from her. He licked her earlobe and whispered, “Is it stretching you nice, baby? Touching all your nasty places?”

  Her brisk nod sent blonde hair swinging across her back. “Let’s go home.”

  Man, was she naïve. “Home? Why go all the way home?” He tugged her away from the back door and yanked it open. The backseat stretched out invitingly. Yeah, that would do it. He’d never be too old to fuck a hot date in the backseat.

  He gave her lower back a little push. “Lie face down.”

  After a quick tentative look over her shoulder, she crawled forward into the seat and lay down. So tempting, with her pale ass shining against the dark interior of the car and a red nub of plastic jutting out of her puckered hole. He grasped her knee, the one closest to the driver’s seat, and tugged it sideways until her leg bent and her knee rested on the floor. Now her pretty ass was open, her pussy exposed.

  He felt like a letch, posing her like an obscene Barbie doll. But Kate didn’t seem to mind. Her pussy glistened, and her back was lifting with shallow, excited breaths. “What are you going to do to me, Jake?”

  The little tremor of fear in her voice made his cock swell. She liked the fear. Fear and pain—a powerful aphrodisiac. Someday they’d play out all kinds of fantasies where he pretended to be a stranger fucking her in the ass against her will.

  “You’ll find out soon enough.” He made his voice low, gruff, like a man who was going to take her ass whether she wanted it or not. Thank God she wanted it.

  He slammed the driver’s door and climbed in the backseat after her, awkwardly fitting his knees on the cushioned seat between her spread legs. Good thing she had a big car. He groped behind his back to close the door, cocooning the two of them in the dark. Anyone who came up to the windows would see, but the odds of that were slim.

  Later tonight, he’d fuck her in public…but in a place where such things were part of the price of admission, and everyone knew the game. Everyone except virgin subs like Kate. A jolt ran through his cock, thinking of all the ways he could take her at a place like that. He’d probably get new ideas from watching the other Doms. Kate would love every minute; he knew it in his bones.

  The club was less than five miles away, but nothing could make him wait that long. The sight of the red plastic nub sticking out of her ass had him salivating. That plug was in her ass because he told her to put it there. No one else had this kind of control over Kate.

  With one hand, he reached down and eased the plug out of her ass all the way. Her bottom lifted, begging for stimulation. “Easy, baby.”

  He carefully positioned the tip over the bud of her asshole and shoved it back in with a fast thrust.

  “Oh!”

  Good thing he’d closed the doors—her startled cry would have had the cops called in no time flat.

  He eased the plug in and out, loving the way her asshole clenched on each withdrawal as if to pull it back inside. His ears rang with the pleasure noises she made as he worked her ass with the toy. She cried out over and over again, little wordless pleas, rocking her hips back and forth.

  Damn, she was hot. She’d come all over his hand less than half an hour ago, and here she was begging for some ass play. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he’d come in his pants.

  After long, tortured moments of watching the plastic tease her, he pulled it all the way out and dropped it to the floor, then lowered his lips to her puckered knot.

  She squealed at the first touch of his mouth, bucking as he flicked the tip of his tongue against her snug hole. The sensation of licking her asshole—so forbidden, so depraved—made his cock throb. Soon, real soon, he’d have his cock buried in this beautiful ass.

  He’d stashed lube in his jacket pocket, but rimming her was a lot more fun. He used his hands to spread her cheeks wide and licked her good, coating her with saliva. When
he thrust his way past the tight muscles at the opening she screamed again, the sound reverberating in the close space. Shit, they’d probably heard her a mile away. She choked back the noise and moaned softly.

  He worked her with his tongue, worshipping the ass that gave him so much pleasure. The plug had loosened her enough that he could reach in a couple of inches, lapping inside her tight channel until his balls broke out in a sweat.

  Damn, he loved this. There was something so kinky about rimming her…an intimacy borne of pure lust. She wanted him enough—trusted him enough—to let him kiss and lick her most vulnerable opening. Him, and no one else.

  Pride made his cock throb. He was the one making her moan and whimper. He was the one making her hips writhe. In a minute, he’d be the one fucking her in this tight little chute. Eager to drive her higher, he flicked his tongue around the rim of her asshole, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings at her entrance.

  He dropped lower, craning his neck until he could plant an open-mouthed kiss on her pussy. She tasted incredible, musky and sweet, dripping with arousal. Irresistible. He sucked her sexy juice into his mouth, resisting the urge to drink her down. Sliding back up, he let her pussy cream dribble out onto her ass, then worked it into her asshole with his tongue. She whimpered like a woman possessed.

  He rimmed her as long and hard as he could, until his neck cramped and his cock felt full to bursting. Then he shifted to his knees and stroked her ass cheeks, admiring the view. Her asshole was red and a little swollen, quivering with tiny gaping spasms that set his blood pounding.

  With one hand, he pushed his pants and briefs down until his cock snapped to attention against his belly. His gaze stayed glued to her wriggling ass.

  Unable to resist, he spread her cheeks apart with his thumbs, studying every fold and wrinkle of her asshole. The plug and his tongue had stretched her a little, left her open and inviting. His saliva glistened on her reddened flesh. He’d never wanted to fuck a man, not in a million years, but Kate’s ass…yeah, Kate’s ass was the most fuckable thing he’d ever seen. Especially shining wet from his mouth. “Gorgeous.”