by Anthology
“I promise you, Kate…” Glen’s hands went to her hips and he pressed her down, grinding her ass against the hard bulge in his pants. “I’m not being sweet.”
Kate groaned and felt her panties soak through, probably enough to leave a spot on Glen’s pants. “Oh thank god, ‘cause that’s so not what I need right now.”
“It isn’t? Let’s see if I can guess what you do need.” He covered her knee with his big hand. “Am I getting warm?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Slowly… so she had plenty of time to tell him to stop… he slid his hand up her thigh, under her skirt. “Warmer?”
“Yes.”
In a few more inches, his fingers brushed wet cotton and lace. “Fuck.” He edged his fingers beneath the elastic to push the fabric aside, and slicked a path to her needy clit. With his free hand, he held her chin and made her look him in the eyes before he took her mouth in a hot, hungry kiss.
Damn, he was delicious. She loved the smooth friction of his tongue and the easy slide of his fingers into her wet pussy. Desperate for more of him, she squeezed him through his pants. Somehow, they got his zipper down and released his cock without breaking the kiss. Kate wrapped her hands around the thick root of him, but he stopped her before she explored much further.
“I’m too close,” he panted into her mouth. “Gonna finish you first.” With that, he grabbed her and rolled backward to the floor so Kate was kneeling, looking down at his handsome face between her thighs.
“Oh my god…”
His crystal blue eyes were mostly black, now, and he growled as his big hands pulled her hips down until her pussy met his hot mouth. She exploded the moment his tongue rasped over her clit, but when she would’ve bucked off he tightened his grip and held her in place. With no choice in the matter, she rode his face as her orgasm rolled over her in wave after wet wave of shuddering bliss.
When she opened her eyes they were wet with tears, which she wiped with the backs of her hands before he could see. She slithered down his body, rubbing her tits down his chest and letting her pussy kiss a wet trail along the length of his cock.
“Kate.” He groaned and stopped her.
“Assuming we live long enough for it to matter, I’m on the pill.”
“It’ll matter.” Shaking with restraint, he lifted her by the waist, positioned himself at her center and slowly… slowly… lowered her onto him. She felt his cock twitch and pulse inside her. Moments later, he began pumping his hips, fucking her deep enough to raise her knees off the floor and trigger another orgasm.
Kate may have been on top, but Glen was clearly in charge.
With one strong hand behind her neck, he pulled her down for a deep kiss. Her inner muscles were still clenching around him when he rolled her to her back. The handcuffs on his belt clinked and clanked with his rhythm as he drove into her — once, twice… again… before his gorgeous face tightened and she felt his release.
Minutes later, after their breathing slowed and their clothes were straightened, Glen studied Kate’s face. “I’m sorry. I tried to hold back. Did I hurt you?”
“No, I’m fine. You know, besides the hostage part.” Her smile felt forced. Of course it did. She could now add social awkwardness on top of the cold fear that had been bubbling in her belly the last couple hours.
“C’mere.” He sat leaning against the wall of lockboxes and patted the floor. When she joined him, he said, “So, uh… let’s back up a little. Well, a lot. Tell me about yourself.”
She shrugged. “Not much to tell. I’m single. I’m a Capricorn. I work in a bank— oh right, you already know that part.”
“Who’s out there worrying about you right now?”
Kate’s eyes prickled and she blinked back the threat of tears. “My parents live in town. They’re probably outside in the crowd… My brother’s a Marine, deployed in Africa.”
“I appreciate his service.”
“Yeah, well if this all goes bad, he’ll beat himself up forever because he wasn’t here to protect me.”
“But I am. I’ll keep you safe.” He pulled her onto his lap again and held her tight.
“Last time I sat here I felt a lot of things, but ‘safe’ wasn’t one of them,” she teased even as she snuggled into the comfort of his big body. “Tell me about you.”
“I’m also single. I’ll start there ‘cause I plan to take you out when this is all over.”
“You do, huh?” Kate grinned.
“Well, not tonight, but don’t make any plans for this weekend.”
“Really? The whole weekend?”
“Mm-hm. I expect to keep you very busy. Got a long to-do list with your name on it.”
“That’s surprising, considering we only met a couple hours ago.”
Glen hesitated a moment, then chuckled. “We’d never spoken before, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t spend the weekend with my dick in my hand, imagining all the things I want to do to you.”
Kate felt a clench low in her belly. “Oh. Um. Wow.”
“Sorry. Probably should’ve kept that to myself, since you can’t exactly avoid me if my little confession made you uncomfortable…”
“It didn’t. Actually—”
Click.
They froze and Kate held her breath, listening…
Click.
She started shaking. “Oh god. What if it’s them? What if it’s not the good guys?”
Click.
“You’re gonna be okay. I’ve got you, Katie.” Glen wrapped his arms around her even tighter, pressing her head to his chest.
“My brother calls me Katie…” she whispered as the huge, round door swung open.
There was no noise from outside as Skeletor came in, leading with his gun. Either everyone else in the bank had escaped or…
The robber smirked. “Ain’t that sweet? Break it up, I’m taking the girl.”
“Like hell you are,” Glen snarled.
Skeletor thumbed off the safety on his gun and pointed it at Glen’s head. “I’m not gonna hurt her — not yet, anyways. Could give a shit about you, though, asshole.”
“Don’t shoot him! I’ll go.” Kate pulled away from the safety of Glen’s arms.
“No!” Glen jumped up but kept his distance. His eyes were wild as Skeletor led Kate out, never lowering his gun from Glen until the door shut between them.
Tears streamed down Kate’s face as the robber locked Glen alone in the vault.
CHAPTER THREE
“Get movin’, Princess.”
Kate shook as the muzzle of the gun prodded her down the hall toward the front of the bank. She was desperate to ask about Roger and the others, but was shivering too hard to speak. As they passed a window, she saw that the parking lot teemed with police cars and officers.
When they got to the lobby they saw nobody but Dracula, who had his gun in one hand and a cell phone in the other. “The fuck took so long?”
“Guard wanted to be a hero.”
“Didja kill the motherfucker?”
“What do you think?” Skeletor grabbed the phone. “It’d be kinda hard to give ‘em proof of life with a dead guy. Fucking idiot.” He pressed a button on the phone and immediately said, “Yeah, I got the girl here,” and handed the device to Kate.
“Hello?” She hated how bad her voice shook.
“Is this Kate Watson?”
“Yes…”
“Hi Kate, I’m Captain Tony Fernandez with the San Antonio SWAT team. How are you and Mr. Morin holding up?”
A rush of relief brought a new wave of tears. “Fine, I guess. We’ve been locked in the vault, but we’re not really hurt or anything.”
“If you’re being forced to lie about that, tell me your age.”
“No. Are my parents out there?” she asked with a watery sob.
“Yes. They’re worried, of course, but we’re gonna get y’all out of there.” He had a calm, professional demeanor which helped Kate feel a little less anxious.
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sp; “Thank you. Please tell them I love them.”
“Will do. And all the other employees and customers are safe, so don’t worry about anybody but yourselves.”
Skeletor grabbed the phone. “There. You got what you wanted. Now get us what we want so we can get the hell outta here.” Then his neck turned red as he listened and yelled, “You don’t get to tell me what’s reasonable! I’ve got the hostages, so I call the shots!”
Captain Fernandez must have calmed the robber down after that, because Kate was given the opportunity to use the bathroom before returning to the vault. Since her life wasn’t a movie, there was no window in the bathroom through which she could escape. Not that she would have left without Glen, anyway. Although she was anxious to get back to him, she did allow herself a quick glance in the mirror and was surprised to see a strong woman under the smeared makeup and just-got-fucked hair.
When she came out, Skeletor pushed her down the hall, into the vault. The empty vault. She started to panic.
“Wait! Where’s Glen?”
The robber ignored her and shut the thick door. A scream welled up inside her, but when she didn’t hear the lock engage, she forced herself to control her breathing and stay positive. Endless minutes later, the door opened and Glen was shoved inside.
He seemed as relieved to see Kate as she was to see him, though he approached her slowly. “You okay?” His brows furrowed as he looked her over.
“Yeah,” she nodded. “You?”
“Can’t complain,” he winked, hugging her when they heard the clicks of the lock.
Glen lifted Kate to sit beside him on the table, and she told him about the phone call with Captain Fernandez. It was a relief to know the other hostages had been released unharmed, but there didn’t seem to be any end in sight for themselves.
“It sounded like the negotiations aren’t really getting anywhere,” she worried.
Glen nodded. “Fernandez won’t want to spook them, so he’ll take it slow. Probably won’t counter-offer ’til morning.”
“Morning?”
“Depending on how tired these assholes are by then, maybe we’ll be home in time for dinner.”
His smile should have been comforting, but it made Kate feel anything but relaxed. The anxiety had her amped already and Glen’s sexy mouth only heated her up more. She took a deep, shaky breath.
He rubbed her neck with a big, warm hand. “Try to sleep, it’ll make the time go faster.”
“I’m not tired. Just talk to me?”
“What do you wanna talk about?”
She sighed. “I’ve always thought I have no regrets, but I keep thinking about things I might never get to do.”
He wrapped a strong arm around Kate and pulled her against his side. “Yeah… life or death situations will do that to a person.”
“I could die without ever seeing Europe! First I was busy with school, then money was tight…”
Glen brushed his lips over hers. “I’ve never been SCUBA diving.”
She smiled and kissed him back. “I’ve never seen Star Wars.”
“Unacceptable.” He bit her bottom lip, then licked it and murmured, “I’ve never run the Boston Marathon.”
Kate licked her lip where his tongue had been. “I’ve never learned to use chopsticks.” she whispered against his mouth.
“I can teach you. I’m great with my hands.” With a sexy smirk, he watched his fingers trace a slow, familiar path up her thigh, under her skirt.
She sighed and her knees parted for him. “I’ve never had rough sex,” she whispered.
He looked hard into her eyes, like he was searching for something. “Define ‘rough.’”
She averted her eyes. “Your handcuffs gave me some ideas.”
He squeezed her upper thigh and his stare became more intense. “What else?”
“Um… Spanking?”
“You’re telling me you want someone to spank your ass?”
“You probably think I’m a sicko. What kinds of things are on that to-do list you mentioned?”
If it was possible, Glen’s eyes got even darker as he leaned close to her face. “Those things,” he rasped. “And other things… some you’ve never even heard of.”
At Kate’s tiny whimper, he pulled his hand from under her skirt and crossed his arms.
“Lie across my lap, Kate.”
Her eyes widened. “What if they come back?”
“The lock gives us plenty of warning.” He gave her an arrogant smirk she hadn’t seen on him before. It made her mouth go dry. “Change your mind?”
With a sassy lift of her chin, she shifted position and leaned over his thighs.
“Good girl,” he said, petting her hair, down her back and over the swell of her behind in long, smooth strokes, as if she were his pet. It felt so nice, she nearly purred.
After a few minutes of that heavenly stroking, Glen rested one hand firmly on her upper back, while the other moved to her thighs and gathered the hem of her skirt. He slowly inched it higher, until Kate felt it slide up and over her ass. The damp crotch of her panties felt cool when the air hit her. A warm hand caressed her cheeks through the lace, before slipping down between her thighs. Parting them. When he pulled his hand back, his fingertips dragged through her wet center.
“Damn, baby… you did want this, didn’t you?”
Kate breathed a barely-intelligible, “Yes.”
She felt his eyes on her as he slid the panties down, leaving them around her upper thighs. With the raised skirt and lowered panties framing her bare ass, she felt even more exposed than if he’d stripped her completely. Especially when he raised one knee just enough to tip her hips up so her pussy was fully exposed.
Kate held her breath when his hand lifted, but he only rubbed circles on her behind. First on one cheek, then the other. His light touch grew firmer with each pass, until her skin felt warm. She felt his lips whisper kisses on her lower back.
“If you want me to stop, I will.”
“Don’t.”
“You might change your mind about that.” There was a smile in his voice. “If you do, just say ‘stop’ and I will, understand?”
Kate could only nod, because his hand was now ghosting over the skin of her butt and her brain couldn’t process anything else at that moment. She hardly registered the movement of air before his hand came down with a loud smack. At her gasp, he waited a moment before delivering a smack to the other cheek. Her pussy swelled and she could smell her arousal, but she couldn’t have said whether she was more turned-on by the spanking or the fact that she was bare-assed and very-much exposed over the lap of a near-stranger.
Glen delivered a few more deliberately-placed spanks, then his palm drifted lightly over her heated skin. His thumb teased the sensitive valley between her cheeks and continued down, slicking through her wetness.
“Fuck, Kate,” he groaned just before landing a harder spank than the others.
“Oh god…”
Another smack hit the opposite cheek. They came more quickly, now, until Kate was squirming, humping Glen’s thighs and lifting her ass, desperate for contact where she needed it most.
“Stand up.”
“What? No, please don’t stop yet,” she begged.
“Oh, I’m not stopping. Stand up. Don’t make me say it again.” His voice was rough and he sounded as breathless as she.
When they were both on their feet, Glen stripped off Kate’s panties and bent her over the table, placing a heavy hand between her shoulder blades. As he kicked her feet apart, she heard his belt buckle. And a whoosh.
Then he ordered, “Hang on, darlin’,” a heartbeat before his belt whipped down on her ass.
“Fuck! Ow!”
“Want me to stop?”
“You do and I’ll kill you, myself.”
Kate heard his dark chuckle before the belt came down on the alternate side, then again, just above where it had landed before. And so on, until she knew her ass had to be covered in dark
pink stripes. Her pussy was as swollen as she’d ever felt it, and her clit thrummed with the need for release.
Maybe Glen was a fucking mind-reader, or maybe he was just so damn good he could tell she was ready by simply looking at her. All Kate knew was that the belt came down at the perfect velocity, hitting her right where she ached the most, and made stars explode in her head and arousal drip down her thighs.
“Jesus, Kate. You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” He blew cool air on the stinging heat of her behind. “You all right?”
“Mm…” she stretched over the table. “I’ll be better if you fuck—”
She gasped as he hauled her off the table and shoved her back against the wall of lockboxes. His strong arms supported her and she wrapped her legs around his hips, as he claimed her mouth and lowered her onto him in one smooth, slick stroke. If the hardness of his cock was any indication, Glen had enjoyed the spanking as much as Kate did. He was hitting places inside her she didn’t even know she had.
He dragged his hot tongue along her jaw, then bit and sucked her neck as he rammed into her with savage grunts. The raised keyhole of one of the lockboxes kept poking into Kate’s lower back. It excited her to know she would have a small bruise there later. As Glen’s orgasm approached, she felt him grow thicker. Her pussy began to spasm around him and he plunged his tongue in her mouth as they exploded together, wild and clutching, panting.
Kate’s legs slipped from his hips and he carefully lowered her to the floor. As they straightened themselves up, she realized she should be humiliated about what they had done.
But she wasn’t. Well, all right, maybe a little. But for some reason, that only turned her on even more. The thought made her smile.
Glen’s eyes twinkled and his cheek creased with that hot-as-sin smirk. “Lucky we’re in this vault, ‘cause you can be a loud little thing.”
“Shut up!” She snorted a laugh and hid her face in her hands.
He pulled her to lean against his muscular chest and smoothed her hair. “I liked it,” he whispered.
With Glen’s heartbeat in her ear and post-orgasmic endorphins relaxing every muscle in her body, Kate smiled to herself. Not only was Glen scrumptious to look at, he was sweet and smart and brave and Jesus, the man knew his way around a woman’s body. She couldn’t wait to experience more with him. To explore his fantasies, as well as her own. If they lived through this — and she was becoming more and more confident they would — she could envision a future with him. Something real.
