by Mari Carr
However, she needed him to understand that she had changed. While she still wanted to submit to him, she wasn’t the weak, inexperienced little girl he’d taken all those years ago. She wouldn’t bend to his will easily. She intended to make him work for it.
Chloe rose once more, returning even slower, taking the time to tighten her inner muscles. Blake felt it. The stiffness of his posture told her that while he may appreciate her efforts, he was determined to come out on top.
She repeated her seductive slide a third time, adding her breasts to the game as she leaned forward, rubbing them against his face.
Blake’s tenuous grip on control slipped a bit as his hands found her ass, his fingers digging into the flesh there. She expected him to try to seize power. After all, it was clear he needed her to move faster, harder. She wanted that too.
Unfortunately, the damn man was too astute. She should have known better than to play with a cop and his instincts. His grip on her ass loosened, though he didn’t move them away. Instead, he reached farther around her, his fingers slipping into the crease.
She gasped when he parted the twin globes, dragging one finger lower.
Their sexual experiences ten years earlier had been cut short. Chloe had always wished there had been more time for them to explore their kinkier desires. Now, at last, there was.
“Who’s in charge, Chloe?” His voice was deep, dark, tinged with a hint of menace.
She wasn’t afraid. She smiled and continued her painfully slow glide up and down his cock. “I’m not sure.”
He leaned closer, his teeth capturing one of her nipples. She gasped when he started to press down. She felt Blake’s gaze on her face. One of the reasons she felt safe exploring these games with him was because she knew he would never let it go too far. He read her face, protected her…even from herself. Her hands tightened on his shoulders and he released her.
“Do you want to reconsider your answer?”
She bit her lip, pretending to think. Then she shook her head.
“Good girl.”
She didn’t understand his pleasure until he lifted her off his cock, twisted her quickly, and tossed her facedown over his lap. Before she could even consider escaping, his hand struck her bare ass three times. Chloe gripped Blake’s calf, torn between halting the spanking and begging for more. It hurt more than she’d expected, but not so much that she couldn’t feel her arousal sparking, flaring.
Blake stroked the heated flesh, his fingers surprisingly gentle after his hard blows. Then he repeated the motions, striking her ass three more times before caressing the skin again.
Her stomach clenched in anticipation when he raised his hand, her body readying itself for more. He paused. She knew the game. He wanted her to ask for it, to beg. She lifted her head, glancing at him over her shoulder.
“Who’s in charge, Chloe?”
She narrowed her eyes, not ready to give in yet. She let her silence answer the question.
Blake grinned at her stubbornness, clearly enjoying the struggle for power. He lifted her from his lap—much to her dismay—pulling her up until she straddled his lap once more.
He guided his cock to her pussy, using a strong grip on her waist to press himself inside her. Fully seated, he held her in place, refusing to let her move.
“Are you on the Pill?”
She nodded.
“Are you okay with not using the condom?”
“Yes.”
His strong hands held her down despite her attempts to move. She needed friction, thrusting, anything. Her pussy clenched against his cock, seeking more, but Blake held steady.
“Blake,” she snapped, her temper firing. “Fuck me. Now.”
He leaned toward her, nipping her earlobe in warning. “That’s not a very nice way to ask. Who’s in charge, Chloe?”
She continued her struggle, wiggling her hips as much as his hands would allow…which wasn’t anywhere near enough.
“Hand the reins over to me and I’ll give you everything you want.”
It was the most tempting offer she’d ever received in her life. Given her rather powerful personality, she’d only managed to attract men who expected her to control every aspect of her life—professionally, personally…and sexually. She was damn tired of being on top.
Still, her pride made it hard for her to give in so easily. Even if she was cutting off her nose to spite her face. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him what he wanted to hear, but Blake must have decided her time was up.
He lifted her off his cock then grasped her hand in his. He tugged her to her bed, where he pulled back the covers and tossed her into the middle of the mattress. She started to sit, but he held his hand up, halting her.
“Don’t move. Not one muscle. If you do, I’m going to demonstrate the difference between a spanking to stimulate and a spanking to punish. Understand?”
She nodded, the sadist in her really wanting to test that limit. Instead, she decided to let this game play out. She lay on the bed and watched as he rifled through her dresser. He found what he was seeking in the second drawer.
Chloe closed her eyes, fighting her growing arousal when he came back to the bed, scarves in hand. He used one to bind her wrists together then he tied them outstretched above her to the headboard. She wiggled, trying to loosen the knot, but Blake knew his stuff.
She startled, her gaze flying to his face when his hands pressed her legs apart and he knelt between them. She read his intent as he looked down at her pussy. He looked a bit like a man surveying the all-you-can-eat bar. She giggled.
Blake paused, his mouth quirking up at the corners. “You find bondage funny?”
She shook her head. “Not really. I’m excited and edgy. My mind is whirling a million miles a minute, thinking about ridiculous things. I’m a nervous giggler.”
“Maybe I should try to distract you.” With that, he bent down, his tongue finding her clit on the first stroke.
Her hips reared up, but Blake’s hands were there, holding her against the mattress. Though he hadn’t restrained her feet, Chloe didn’t pretend that she wasn’t truly helpless. Blake had complete control of her body, his own personal plaything. That idea didn’t frighten her at all. It made her even hotter.
Blake ran his tongue along her slit from ass to clit and back again. She felt consumed, possessed. Chloe closed her eyes, but that didn’t stop her from feeling Blake’s head shake.
“No, Chloe. Open your eyes. Watch me.”
She obeyed. The command forced her to see as well as feel. It was a potent combination. Most men viewed this act as a chore. Blake clearly did not. He pressed his tongue inside her pussy and she bit her lip, fighting not to come so quickly. She was trying to play hard to get, but that game would only work if she didn’t have an orgasm every time Blake looked in her direction.
Then she wondered why she was resisting. Blake was a very generous lover, never stopping when she’d come just once. She released a long breath and gave herself over to the magic of his lips, tongue and fingers. She was seconds away from complete bliss when Blake pulled away.
She frowned. “Wait.”
“Who’s in charge, Chloe?”
Damn him. He had her over a barrel and he knew it. She didn’t bother to protest. This game was over before it started. “You are.”
He smiled, the expression transforming his entire face. He was so handsome he took her breath away. The tight lines around his mouth, the haunted look in his eyes had faded. She suspected it would take some time before they vanished for good. Maybe they never would. Given Blake’s painful childhood, perhaps he’d never totally escape the bad memories. But she sure as hell intended to distract him for the next fifty years or so.
“Remember you said that.” He spoke lightly enough, but there was something behind the warning that triggered alarm bells.
“Okay.”
“You’re not to come without permission.”
And that was the sound of the other sh
oe falling. He gave her a wicked wink then resumed his place between her legs, driving her arousal higher and higher, while offering no reprieve.
She was trembling and panting, begging, but Blake ignored her. His tongue wiggled against her clit as he drove three fingers inside her, deep and hard. Just when she knew she’d fail, he withdrew, giving her time to recover before starting the same glorious torture over. And over. When he dragged one wet finger lower, pressing it just inside her anus, she felt a tear slide down her cheek.
“Blake. Please.”
Chloe wasn’t sure what he heard in her voice, but he lifted his head. “Come, baby.”
With that, he pushed the finger at her ass in all the way while pressing his tongue inside her pussy. She thrashed and cried out loudly as her body exploded into a million bright, shiny pieces.
The moment she came down, Blake was there. He untied her arms then thrust his cock in with one strong push. She was back up in an instant, her body reacting to his hard fucking as if she hadn’t just had the most incredible orgasm in the history of sex.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs about his waist. She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to cling to him. Maybe she was still harboring some fears of her own. She didn’t believe he’d leave her again, but even as she thought it, she realized her heart wouldn’t survive losing him.
“Love you,” she whispered, the words coming out in a harsh pant as Blake drove into her like a man possessed.
How long would it take the two of them to feel confident that this time it would stick, it would last?
“I love you, Chloe. God, so much. So fucking much.” As he spoke, he stroked her clit, her hot button. He played her body like a violin. Her back arched as she screamed. Best of all, Blake was right there with her. He stiffened, jet after jet of come filling her.
Once they recovered, Blake fell to her side, his arm wrapped loosely around her waist. “Damn. I always thought I’d built our sexcapades up in my mind over the years. Made them bigger than they really were.”
Chloe laughed, turning to face him. “I thought the same thing.”
“It’s actually better than I remembered. Off the charts. I swear I thought my cock was going to explode.”
She moved her face closer, the two of them rubbing noses playfully. “We’re quite a pair.”
“Yeah. We sure are. I should warn you. I still have my fair share of pride. I’m just a bit better about keeping it contained.”
She grinned, kissing him lightly. “Well, my temper is just as bad as ever and I’m not even trying to keep it under control. You’re just gonna have to deal.”
Blake ruffled her hair. “Yeah, I’ve noticed that. I’m not worried. I have a feeling we’re going to be okay from this point on.”
“I wouldn’t say that.”
“What do you mean?”
She lifted one shoulder. “We’re going to have to break the news that we’re dating again to my brothers.”
Blake fell to his back and released a long breath. “Damn. We were so close to that happy ending.”
She giggled, punching his shoulder. “Chicken shit. You can break it to them at Sunday dinner.”
Blake rolled toward her, pulling her underneath him as he slid into her once more. “Okay. But I’m warning you right now. I’m bringing my gun.”
About the Author
Writing a book was number one on Mari Carr’s bucket list and on her thirty-fourth birthday, she set out to see that goal achieved. Now her computer is jammed full of stories — novels, novellas, short stories and dead-ends. A New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller as well as winner of the Passionate Plume, Mari finds time for writing by squeezing it into the hours between 3 a.m. and daybreak when her family is asleep and the house is quiet.
You can visit Mari’s website at www.MariCarr.com. She is also on Facebook and Twitter. She blogs at International Heat, and hangs out on the Heat Wave Readers Yahoo Group.
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Excerpt: BLANK CANVAS, BIG EASY, BOOK 1
Copyright 2013 MARI CARR
“Caliph?” she whispered when the silence continued a beat too long.
“How wild do you want to go?”
She frowned, then gave him a rueful grin. “I love my tattoo more than I can say, but I’m definitely not ready for another.”
He shook his head. “That’s not what I mean.” He lowered his voice. “I’m attracted to you, Jen.”
She licked her lips, the action a perfect blend of nervousness and arousal. Caliph’s cock thickened even more.
“I want you too.” Her admission came out more air than tone, but he heard it, let the beauty of it soak deep.
“Friday night, after the jazz club.” He didn’t say more. He didn’t need to. Jennifer was already nodding.
“Okay. I’d like that.”
“So would I.”
Then her brow furrowed. That didn’t take long. Less than five seconds in and she was already reconsidering.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he prodded.
“I’ve never had a one-night stand.”
Caliph was touched by her honesty, but bothered by it as well. That list of reasons he should have stayed away rained down on him again. Women like her didn’t do casual sex, but he was pretty damn sure that was all he had to give her. He hadn’t lied about his disinterest in marriage. “Jennifer—”
He started to offer her an out, but she cut him off.
“No. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing. It’s actually a really good thing. I might be putting the pieces back together, Caliph, but the truth of it is, I’m still pretty broken. At this point in my life, I have basically nothing, but sex to give you. Besides, something tells me you’d be a great guy to go wild with.”
He grinned. “I’m glad you have such faith in my abilities. I’ll do my best not to disappoint you.”
She laughed. “I’m not worried.”
Caliph knew he should take her agreement to sleep with him and run with it, but he couldn’t lie to her when she looked at him with those gorgeous, trusting eyes. She needed to know exactly what she was agreeing to.
“Maybe you should be. Because, Jen, you will need a safe word Friday night.”
Her cheeks flushed a pretty pink, but she held her ground. His respect for her went up several more notches.
“Does it make me sound completely twisted if I say that’s the hottest thing anyone’s ever said to me?”
He barked out a laugh and shook his head. “You’re a fascinating woman, Jen. And I can’t wait to paint on your canvas some more.”
