The sound of her zipper opening was too real. “Stop it,” she begged, “please.”
“You don’t mean that. I can see what you really want in your eyes.”
“Don’t tell me what I want.” She squirmed in his grasp. However, the rough surface of the tree at her back stimulated her wildly, as if it was colluding with him to undermine her.
His knee was between hers, pinning her there while he moved his fingers inside her underwear. She gasped aloud when he cupped her mons. All the while, he stared at her from under hooded eyes, his lips pressed together as he explored her. It was too much. Thumping him with her fisted hands, she twisted in his grasp and attempted to break free but her pussy was throbbing with arousal from the steady, rhythmic invasion of his fingers, making her fume. She turned her face away but he forced it back with one hand, then kissed her demandingly.
Her hand splayed against his chest, meaning to push him away, but the feeling of his hard chest beneath his T-shirt triggered another memory, that of him over her, naked, thrusting between her thighs. The situation echoed the one from the night before, but not fiercely enough. How could her body do this to her? Even while she squirmed, her mouth opened, taking his tongue, and before she knew it she was returning the kiss just as demandingly. Her hands roved over his shoulders and chest, clutching at him instead of pushing him away. Her hips rolled into his hand, enabling him easier access to her.
Murmuring encouragement, Rex stroked his finger over her swollen clit. “Relax,” he whispered, “let it happen.”
His voice, his actions—so persuasive. Carried away, she wrapped her arms around his head when he kissed her mouth again. It was hard, hungry, insistent, and he was bruising her lips, but she wanted it. She lifted one knee against his thigh. He clasped it to his hip, holding her steady while he stroked her to orgasm.
She was close. Her head rolled against the bark of the tree.
A moan escaped her.
When he drew back, his expression was victorious. “I always knew you’d be like this.”
Furious, she locked eyes with him, but it was too late to deny it, because her clit thrummed, her core spasmed and she came—suddenly, and violently, in his hand. Panting for breath, she closed her eyes and rested her head back on the tree.
“You look so good when you come. I have no idea why you fight it so.”
“Because you’re the most arrogant man I’ve ever met.”
“What can I say? You bring out the worst in me.”
Listening to his voice while her eyes were shut and her body was drifting on the release, she felt strangely dreamlike.
“And you make me hard.”
That comment brought her sharply out of her dreamlike state.
When she opened her eyes, he had his hands flat to the tree on either side of her head, and he was studying her intently.
His eyes glittered. “Back to the house. Now.”
That brought about a fresh wave of annoyance.
He studied her in silence, yet she knew what he wanted. Not just because he’d said it once already. He wasn’t about to repeat it. He didn’t have to. She could feel it, the silent demand, both a weighty instruction and an insistent tug, as if he held her on an invisible leash. Did he? The thought should have shamed her, should have made her balk. Instead, it turned her on, immensely.
He lowered one hand to her wrist, locked his fingers around it.
There was no doubt he meant to take this further. Immediately.
Carmen grappled with her fly, tugging it up, and shook her head.
“I don’t think you’re in any position to deny me,” he said, and drew his free hand to his lips, where he licked his fingers clean.
Astonished at his blatant display, her cheeks flamed.
Then he tightened his grip on her wrist, and led her off at a pace.
CHAPTER SIX
“THE TROUBLE WITH this arrangement,” Rex commented as he walked across Carmen’s bedroom, minutes later, “is that I’m enjoying it rather too much.”
He turned around and looked at her to see her reaction.
Carmen stopped dead, standing on the patterned rug in the middle of the room, refusing to follow him any farther. “What are you saying?”
Rex sat down in the winged armchair that stood in the square bay window of her room. It was the very spot where he’d left the dress for her, the day before. He gestured at her. “Well, for a month you do everything I want, every weekend, absolutely anything and everything.” He paused, allowing his message to sink in. “And in return for that you get my half of the property.”
“I told you I’d pay you.”
Those eyes of hers, such defiance. How delicious it was to see her fire.
“Oh, that won’t be necessary. You will have earned every tiny part of the property by the time I hand it over. Don’t worry about the money.”
She knotted her fingers together. “You’re trying to embarrass me. That wasn’t part of the bargain.”
“I don’t agree. Mostly because I don’t seem to have to try very hard before you get embarrassed. I think your embarrassment trigger and your arousal trigger are very close together.” He lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “I can’t help that, and neither can you.”
She pressed her lips together. She was clearly annoyed, and yet he could also see that she was acutely aroused. The hands-on treatment he’d given her out in the grounds had her poised for action. She was taut and watchful, barely waiting to be instructed.
Rex took a deep breath and savored the heady atmosphere of sexual anticipation.
When she noticed, she hissed as if in objection.
Rex lifted an eyebrow. She lowered her eyelids, but watched him from beneath her lashes. Rex laughed. Had Carmen Shelby always had these withheld submissive desires? It hadn’t been obvious before, of that he was certain. And the constant battle she was having with her needs���was that part of the package? Or was this dilemma of hers because she’d revealed her trigger to him, perhaps inadvertently? Whatever the reason, neither of them could put it back in the box now. No way. Now that he knew her little kinks and foibles he intended to play them out to their full extent.
“So what is the problem?” she demanded after he left her standing there in silence while he admired her.
“A month might not be enough.”
She glared at him.
“It’s day two and I’m loving every moment,” he continued. “Seems such a shame to put an end date on it.”
“You’re winding me up.”
“I’m being honest.” He was. This was too good.
“In which case you lied to me. If you don’t intend to stand up to your end of the deal, I’m walking out of here right now, and if I have to do that I promise you I will only deal with you through a solicitor!”
Angry Carmen was hellishly hot.
“Is this the ballsy businesswoman speaking now, or are you saying you can’t handle more than a month of this?”
Her eyes blazed.
“Seriously, aren’t you enjoying our time together?”
“You know I am, in some weird fucked-up way.” Her voice was low and barely audible, and she folded her arms across her chest. “But I want a limit on it, for the sake of my sanity.”
Sanity? What did that really mean? He’d find out, all in good time. He knew he’d pushed her on the terms. “Fair enough. I suppose I’ll have to stick to my word.”
“It’s only sex,” she blurted, as if it was an afterthought.
“It is...and I must say I’m liking these kinky sex games of yours.”
“Mine?”
“Yes. Yours. Okay, let’s begin.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I’d like you to prove to me how much you want the hous
e and how hard you’d work to get it.”
“Now you really are trying to humiliate me.”
“Not at all. You said it made it easier for you when I took charge. Although I do think there’s a part of you that likes that...the humiliation.”
Oh, how her cheeks flamed.
Rex smiled. “Strip for me.”
Instantly she began. Even though she looked at him resentfully, it was as if she didn’t have the ability to refuse him. Rex allowed himself to get high on that concept. Carmen Shelby, his. The woman who was down to her underwear and looked like a captured nymph—dark eyes wide and expressive, her body outlined like a classical sculpture. Sprawling in the armchair, he watched as the sunlight from behind him dappled her skin with warmth during the slow reveal.
Her torso arched when she moved her hands behind her back and she undid her bra, peeling it away. Her breasts were uptilted, the nipples betraying her state of arousal. No matter what she said, she responded to being dominated. Who had introduced Carmen to this line of erotic behavior? Rex wondered on it as he watched her roll her panties down her hips, revealing the soft curve of her pussy.
It wasn’t a striptease. It was a woman getting undressed.
It was simple, and yet so much hotter than any striptease he’d ever witnessed. And he’d seen a few. She was under instruction to do so—that was key. Her head was lowered, deferring to him. Yet still he felt her fire, her resistance. What a curiosity she was. It was her willingness to do as he instructed sexually that hit him so hard. Perhaps willingness wasn’t exactly the right turn of phrase. She went with it, but there was that underlying resentment in her eyes. It was obvious she did want to do these things, so why the black looks, the palpable tension?
She was an enigma, even more so than she ever had been.
Naked, she stepped forward, looking at him from under her lids. Her lashes were thick and dark, and sometimes they hid her thoughts and mood too well. Nevertheless, she was aroused, her body told him. Her nipples were dark as claret and knotted. Her arms didn’t hang by her sides. One hand was against the front of her thigh, the other on the opposite hip. There was tension in her; she was ready to act. Was she anticipating his next instruction?
Rex liked the idea.
It was so tempting to continually take her to this place where she lowered her head and her eyes became dark with arousal and her breasts peaked. Effortless, and yet so hot. Still it nagged at Rex, her history. Had she lived with the man who’d played the dom to her sub? How long had it gone on for? Did she love the guy, whoever he was?
Rex rose to his feet and went for his belt, but when he began to undo it, Carmen lifted her head and looked at him directly, boldly even. Her lips were parted and she wore a hungry gaze.
“Ah, so you are willing to demonstrate?”
She nodded.
It flitted through his mind that it was a good job he hadn’t known she would be like this. He always knew she was a sensual woman. But that mask—that independent facade she’d developed over the intervening years—had worried him at first. Not anymore. Not now he knew what lay behind it. His desire to test her, to push her, only grew. “Despite your apparent resistance, you look hellishly horny to me.”
She pursed her lips.
“Are you horny?” He waited. “Carmen?”
“Yes.” She stared at him. “It’s just sex, isn’t it?”
She was underlining that point. He took note of that and ran his hand over the bulk of his erection. “Just sex. So this is what you want, is it?”
She muttered under her breath.
Rex didn’t catch what she said, but it amused him.
A sidelong glance captured his attention. It was a momentary gleam in her eyes but he caught it, and it was the hottest thing he ever could have imagined. Her hunger, her raw desire. Power plumed in him. Especially when he nodded, and she quickly closed the space between them and dropped to her knees before him.
Her hands were on his belt. Her eyes glinted. It was fire he saw there, like she had something to prove. “Permission to demonstrate?”
“Permission granted.”
Hastily she unbuttoned his fly, stroked her hand against the front of his jockey shorts, then latched her fingers over the waistband. There, she paused. When he met her upturned gaze, he nodded.
Carmen held the waistband tightly and then pulled his jockeys lower, to the tops of his thighs. When his cock stood out, she leaned in and stroked her cheek against its length from base to tip where she rested a kiss. The sigh she gave sounded like relief.
Rex rolled his head back.
A moment later her hands cupped his balls and squeezed.
His cock jerked up in her grasp. With her free hand, she embraced and stroked it again, then ran her tongue over the swollen crown.
“May I suck you?”
His balls tightened. “You think you can handle it?”
He rocked on his heels and his hands closed on her head, holding her gently as she sucked him into the warm cavern of her mouth.
Her tongue worked at the underside of his cock while she held the shaft and moved it in and out of her mouth, sucking him off.
The question drummed at his temples—who taught you to be such a good sub? With effort, he pushed it back. Staring down at her, Rex felt her eagerness, her agility and talent pushing him dangerously close, and fast. Then she took him deeper, and the hand that stroked his shaft moved. Instead, she gripped his hip, her other hand still massaging his balls.
“Need to stop,” he rasped, “need to fuck you.”
Carmen whimpered, and her nails drove into his buttock.
“I’m warning you.” He stroked her head, afraid to overwhelm her.
She encouraged him on, and she was showing him so clearly what she wanted that Rex couldn’t hold back. A fierce orgasm racked him, his cock pumping into her mouth, just as she’d insisted.
Carmen rested back on her haunches and looked up at him—which looked sexy as hell, given her naked state, and his erection was going nowhere—and with an elegant maneuver, wiped a drop of his come from her mouth.
“You do realize that I will have to punish you for not stopping when I requested you do so.” His pants and shorts had fallen around his ankles and he stepped out of them and kicked them away.
He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, jerking it to maintain its erect state. She might have made him come, but it wasn’t enough. Especially not with her squatting there, naked, with that look in her eyes—the one that said, You wouldn’t dare.
Her gaze drifted down to his cock, and while she watched him working it, a flush formed on her collarbone. The tight buds of her nipples grew more erect still.
“Get on your hands and knees, immediately.”
She did as instructed.
Rex paced around her, slowly massaging his erection as he absorbed the sight of her from all angles. She arched her back, displaying her beautiful derriere, and yet she hung her head. The way her breasts swayed made him want to cup them while he banged into her from behind.
He stepped behind her and put one foot between her legs. “Wider.”
Carmen moaned. Resistance poured out of her, and yet she did as she was asked, placing her knees wide, opening up her delicious cunt for him to see. Her pussy lips were pink and swollen. She glistened there, clearly aroused.
Rex grabbed a condom from the dresser drawer.
Once the condom was on, he dropped to his knees. For a moment longer, he studied her glistening slit while he stroked the rubber down the length of his erection, then he had to be inside. With a thumb on either side of the dark hollow of her beautiful cunt, he opened her up, and eased the swollen head of his crown inside.
Carmen cried out, her head lifting and tossing.
His chest felt tig
ht, as if the pleasure of her holding his cockhead snaked around his entire body. Her cunt was so hot and inviting.
He pushed deeper.
“Oh, God, Rex.”
Her body writhed, but he locked his hands on her hips, holding her steady. Then he pushed her knees together with his own, so that he was totally in charge of her movements. When he pushed deeper still, she was tight and slick, and her body sucked him in.
“Easy.” With his thumbs pressed deep against her buttocks, he forbade her to move.
“Rex?” Her head hung down, and he could feel her cunt palpating, squeezing around his erection rhythmically.
“So needy.”
“Bloody hell,” she shot back. “You’ve been driving me crazy. What the hell state do you expect me to be in after the past hour?”
“Nothing less than this.”
That quieted her.
“We’re in agreement, then. You’re desperate for this.” He eased out, and then thrust back in, deeper still, which caused her to cry out again. “And I’m more than ready to give it to you. Have I got that right?”
“Yes,” she said. “Please.”
“I do like to hear you ask so nicely, especially when you’re on your knees like a bitch in heat with your arse in the air.”
Muttering, she shoved her hips back.
Rex’s balls lifted, tightened. “Who gave you permission to move?”
He slapped her arse.
“You did!” she cried out, and pumped her hips back and forth, working herself onto him vigorously.
Rex stared down at his cock being sheathed and unsheathed by her cunt and he decided to wait a moment and enjoy the view before he argued the point. She was milking him hard and fast, and even while his body readied to let rip inside her—to flatten her to the floor and fuck her senseless—he knew without a doubt that a month of Carmen Shelby would never be enough.
CHAPTER SEVEN
“WELL, I WASN’T expecting to see you in this early today.” Estelle Black, the managing director of Objet d’Art, stopped to take a good look at Carmen as she arrived in the offices on Monday morning. Estelle had her coffee cup in her hand and appeared to be going to the kitchen for her first caffeine shot of the day.
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