Burning Up

by Marie Coulson

  He gave me a serious, hard stare, and I could almost hear my heart pounding beneath our compressed chests. I gulped and took a deep breath trying to keep my composure, but he saw through me. A smile played gently on his lips. “That’s what I thought.”

  Cocky. Deciding I wasn’t so easily beaten, I thrust my hand into his pants and grasped him tightly. He took in a sharp breath and grunted deep in his throat. “Last chance, Layla.” He was practically purring the words at me as I continued to grasp my fingers snugly around him. He groaned as I tightened my grasp and moved my hand slowly up and down the firm and thick length of him.

  Seizing my wrist, he growled in frustration. “I have a meeting in two hours. You have no idea how much I want to play with you right now. You’re driving me crazy with your teasing, Layla. I warned you to behave, and you decided to tempt me. Seems only right I get to do the same.”

  I stared back at him, holding my nerve even if my insides were currently swirling like a tornado. Anxiety, lust, and intense excitement flooded my body. Running the tip of his nose the length of mine, he grinned. “I’m going to make you want me so much that it hurts.”

  Uh oh. You just had to provoke him.

  Leaning over me, he grabbed his black leather belt from the floor. Clutching my wrist tightly, he lifted it above my head to meet the other and wrapped the belt around them. I wriggled and writhed trying desperately to get loose. The thought of being completely unable to roam my hands all over his delicious body was torturous. Pinning me down with his weight, he shook his head.

  “Keep still or that belt will leave a mark. I don’t want these delicate little wrists all red and sore.” Lifting them to his luscious lips, he placed a gentle kiss on each and smiled.

  His body stretched over mine and his eyes had darkened from blissful sky blue to a deep shade of cobalt. Those eyes always sent a shiver of excitement through me. The dark and sparkling blue was an instant aphrodisiac. Jared’s eyes were beguiling. Still holding my wrists gently, he kissed me fervently and with a carnal hunger. His teeth sank gently into my bottom lip and I moaned. Working his way down slowly, he trailed soft kisses over my jaw before licking and caressing my collarbone. The sweet sensation of his lips on my skin sent ripples of pleasure through my body. It really had been far too long since I’d felt the wonderful effects of Jared’s teasing and loving touch. His tongue slid provocatively over the curves of my breasts, and I instinctively arched my back.

  I’d gotten into the habit of sleeping topless when with Jared. It was partly for comfort and partly because I knew it was driving him insane having me so bare and yet so unobtainable.

  I hissed a breath as his teeth nipped softly on my nipple. Catching it between them, he rolled his tongue over it sending a shock wave of erotic need through me. Lustful desire and desperate wanting were taking control of my body. I clenched, hard and tried to squeeze my thighs together. The sweet friction giving me a momentary reprieve from his agonizing teasing was wonderful. But it was over far too quickly.

  Sliding his hands down my body, he caught my knees and thrust them further apart, pinning me to the bed. I whimpered as his mouth moved south across my stomach to my belly button. The tip of his skillful tongue dipped into my bellybutton and I gasped. It was sensual, gratifyingly intimate, and was sending my senses into a frenzy.

  My hands bound above my head, I lowered them and clasped his beautiful, golden brown hair between my fingers. His head snapped up and he shook it at me in a definitive ‘no.’ I pouted and groaned at the injustice. Raising himself up onto his elbows, he hovered over me. His lips grazed my ear as he spoke gently yet authoritively to me.

  “Keep still. You’re already losing points rapidly and if you continue to break the game rules, you’ll have to pay the penalty.” I didn’t care. I had a feeling that whatever that penalty was, I definitely wanted it.

  Staring into his eyes, I slid my hands down his face to cup his cheeks and flirtatiously ran my thumb over his bottom lip.

  His eyes burned into me as he caught my thumb in his mouth and bit down on it harshly, before soothingly kissing the pain away. I smiled and blew him a kiss that earned me a raised brow and tutting.

  “I warned you.” He had a menacing but gleeful look in his eye and a mischievous grin that gave me the impression that I was going to be reprimanded in the most satisfying way. Gripping my hips, he flipped me over and tore my panties away from me. I gasped at the forcefulness of the movement. Quickly and with amazing skill, he adjusted the belt around my wrists so that I was now fastened to the iron bedpost. His chest pressed against my back and I felt him smile against my skin as he placed a tiny kiss behind my ear.

  “So far, this morning you have lost five points, Layla.”

  I turned my head and gave him a bemused look. What had I done to lose five in the space of thirty minutes?

  His hands were still firmly pressed on my hips and with a forceful tug; he lifted them up, causing my chest and face to press further into the bed. My arms stretched out and pulled against the restraints on my wrists. His thumbs rubbed my bare behind and his hands glided over my thighs. “Coffee. Anytime. Understood?”

  Our safe word. Oh good God. I nodded in response. He placed a kiss on the right cheek of my ass before sinking his teeth into it. I yelped at the surprise. It wasn’t painful; it was hot and fueled my arousal like gas on an already smoldering fire, but it had caught me by surprise. His palm rubbed my cool flesh attentively before pinching my skin sharply. Removing his hand and ceasing his loving touch, he swung it back and as he held it in the air, he caught my eye. The corner of his mouth curled up and he bit his bottom lip seductively. He was beyond aroused. He was in a state of total bliss.

  I watched, completely in awe of him as his palm slammed into my flesh. The sting was instant and my body jolted forward making me cry out.

  “Fuck!”

  He caressed the sore, warm area on my behind, and kissed it gently.

  “One. For coming to bed topless to tease and tempt me.”

  I had just caught my breath when another fierce slap hit my behind. I bit my lip, trying desperately to stop myself from yelling. I grunted as the force of his hand shook me again.

  “Two. For your taunting and efforts to entice me into breaking rules.”

  I braced myself for the third spank and as it landed, I whimpered. My behind was beginning to get sore, but I could take this. I knew I could. I wanted and needed it. The loud crack of skin against skin, echoed around the room.

  “Three. For manhandling me even after I warned you to behave.”

  Okay, I deserved that one. I would have spanked the shit out of me for that too, and that wouldn’t be the only thing. I would have done much more. I had a feeling that a spanking wasn’t all Jared had in store for me either.

  The fourth strike was a little harsher and my skin was beginning to burn from the repeated spankings. I was sure I was red raw by now but there was only one more to go. Besides, Jared was enjoying it and seeing the pleasure he was getting written all over his face, was sending a thrill through me. Every part of my body was aching for him and it had come to rest as a deep throbbing between my legs. I pressed my thighs together in the hopes of some sweet friction to grant me some relief. Once again, my efforts were thwarted by my lover. Sliding forward, he placed his hands on the front of my thighs and pulled them apart. My knees slid across the bed in opposite directions as he continued to grip them tightly.

  “The fourth was for breaking the ‘no touching when bound’ rule, but I think it should also be for impatience. You will get relief when I believe you deserve it.”

  I pulled on my restraints and grunted in frustration. He chuckled and trailed soft kisses up my thigh as his hands roamed over my behind and hips.

  “One more, Layla. And this one, is for making me play this agonizing and tormenting game for the last four weeks.”

  I smiled and stifled a laugh. My poor hot mess of a man. His hand made a whooshing sound as it swooped t
hrough the air and slammed onto my behind. I cried out and gasped for air. Turning my head to see him, our eyes met. He was panting and his solid, hard cock was pushing his sweatpants to the point that I thought they might tear.

  Leaning forward and never breaking eye contact, he kissed my sore and broken behind. I moaned as his tongue soothed the hurt away and my hips swayed as his fingertips traced over them.

  “Every inch of you, inside and out, belongs to me, Layla. It’s mine. These hips, this ass … mine.” I whimpered and closed my eyes, savoring every tiny caress of his lips, fingers and tongue on my body. “I won’t be denied what’s mine. I’ve been a very patient man, but I can’t and won’t wait any longer. I need to feel, see, and taste every last part of you before I go insane.” Moving slowly down and over my behind, he pushed his tongue through my thoroughly spanked cheeks. I gasped and immediately pulled away but he caught me around the waist and held me in place.

  “Stop fighting me, Layla. You’re so tense and it’s making me edgy. I’m going to do something that’s going to give us both what we need. Just calm down. It’ll be okay. Trust me.” My breath caught in my lungs and gazing back at him, I bit my lip anxiously. Kneeling, he leaned over, hooked his thumb beneath my chin and kissed me lovingly.

  “I would never hurt you. Trust. Me.”

  I nodded weakly. I had no reason not to trust him when it came to sex. He’d never steered me wrong yet, and I was eager to learn more, experience more, and be more for him.

  Moving back to his previous position, he slid his tongue back between my cheeks. I couldn’t help the uneasy feeling I had as his tongue moved closer to an area on my body that I really didn’t consider sexual. But Jared was an expert when it came to sexual euphoria and he knew my body better than I did. I had to have some faith and besides, if I truly wanted to stop, I had the safe word. His tongue pushed further, and as it flicked, licked, and swirled around, I discovered why he was so keen. It wasn’t uncomfortable. It wasn’t horribly embarrassing; it was … amazing. Every nerve in my body became charged with electricity. I moaned and my legs grew weak. My body moved with the motion of his kisses and the more I relaxed, the more pleasurable it became. Much to my annoyance, he didn’t linger there for long. Clearly encouraged by the reactions of my body to his touch, he slid his tongue down to my sex and thrust it inside me. I let out a loud groan and rocked my hips back and forth against his skillful mouth. His fingers snaked between my thighs to my clit, rubbing, rolling, and teasing my orgasm closer.

  I could feel it building and desperation for relief was making me impatient. I writhed and pressed my thighs together, trapping his hand, but heightening my pleasure. I pulled on my restraints, causing the leather to pinch and dig into my skin.

  Withdrawing his tongue he kissed the back of my thigh. “Let go, Layla. I’m going to give you this. That spanking was a penalty. You took it and made me unbelievably happy. I want to give you the same.”

  Relaxing my body, I released his hand from my thighs. His fingers continued their gentle playing on my clit, and I growled in frustration. “Please, Jared, now, I need it. Please.” I was begging shamelessly. Slipping his tongue back inside me, he increased the pressure of his fingertips. I thrust my hips against him, and as my orgasm flooded my veins with ecstasy, I shouted his name. “Oh, God, Jared!”

  Biting gently on my behind I felt him smile as he murmured against me. “Good girl.”

  Collapsing onto the sheets, I breathed heavily and erratically. He lay down next to me and gazed at me, grinning broadly.

  “You really are incredible, Layla Jennings. You continue to astound and amaze me.”

  I laughed breathlessly. “Because I come on demand?”

  He chuckled. “That, and the way you put your trust in me. You also took that punishment very well, which reminds me …”

  Reaching across to the bedside table, he pulled out some moisturizing lotion. Squirting a little in his hand, he caressed and stroked it onto my behind. “Does it hurt?”

  I nodded weakly and winced as the cool liquid soothed the burn of my sore cheeks. Shifting his weight onto his elbow, he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. I smiled and rested my forehead against his.

  “It only burns a little and nothing beyond what I can handle. I could have stopped you if I’d wanted to. I’m fine. Stop with the guilt. I like it when you spank me. I always have.”

  His mouth pressed into a hard line. Reaching up, he released the belt around my wrists and rubbed his thumb over the red marks that had formed on them. He sighed deeply and I could see regret in his eyes.

  “Will you stop that? I hate that face you make whenever we do this. If I didn’t want it, I would stop you. I like the bondage. I like the teasing and I even like the way you spank my ass till I scream.”

  He chuckled softly and placed a kiss on each of my wrists.

  “You say that, but I sometimes wonder if I’m a little too rough with you.”

  I rolled my eyes and sighed; exasperated. “I’m not made of glass, Jared. Please, stop worrying about me getting hurt. What hurts is feeling that you have no faith in me. I have a voice and I can use it. Coffee. Remember?” He continued to caress and fondle my wrists attentively.

  “Okay. I’m sorry. You’re right, of course. Now, speaking of coffee, I need some and then I have to get ready for my meeting.”

  Kicking his legs into the air, he jumped off of the bed and held his hands high above his head, stretching out his back and giving me a wonderful view once again. I sighed contentedly. Shaking his head and smiling, he made his way to the bathroom. Shakily, I rolled off of the bed and got to my feet.

  Pulling on my robe that hung neatly beside his on the back of the door, I giggled as I heard him singing in the shower. Elvis was the artist of choice this morning. It was usually a choice between him and Fleetwood Mac. Today was Burning Love. It was hard to believe that he was only twenty-two sometimes.

  The way he carried himself and his taste in music, would suggest he was considerably older. Shrugging to myself, I left the room and headed for the kitchen and hopefully, if I could get the damn machine to work, some coffee.

  Chapter 4

  Behind Closed Doors

  Jared’s kitchen was filled with every gadget imaginable. From the waffle iron to the champagne chiller, every surface had some sort of cooking or meal preparation equipment. It was daunting. My battle with the coffee machine had been an ongoing argument since I’d arrived. Jared had shown me how to use it several times, but for some unknown reason, it simply didn’t work for me. Oh, it would start up, make all the right noises and do its little light show, but the damn thing continued to spurt out foul, luke-warm and disgusting, coffee scented water every time!

  Cursing and growling at the machine, I huffed, held my hands in the air and yelled at it. “Fine, have it your way! I guess it’ll be and good old Mr. Teapot and me. Oh yeah, these hands, all over those curves. Your loss coffee machine.”

  A loud laugh echoed through the kitchen, and I turned to see Jared in his crisp white shirt and work pants. His tie was resting around his shoulders as he leaned against the door frame.

  “Arguing with the appliances won’t get you anywhere. And, for the record, yours are the only curves worth handling around here. Cut the coffee machine some slack, it simply can’t cope and gets over heated whenever you’re around. Here …”

  Walking over, he took my hand and led me over to the machine that I had now dubbed ‘the bane of my mornings.’ Standing in front of it, he turned the dial and hit the ‘coffee’ button. The machine whirred and sprung to life. “See, you just have to know how to push its buttons.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I do! Hell, I’d give the damn thing a blow job if it would just give me my coffee!”

  He laughed and grabbed a cup from behind me. Holding it under the spout, he grinned as steaming hot coffee began pouring into the mug. Handing it over, he held his hand over mine. “Now, I do believe you were offering blow jobs for
coffee? Here’s your coffee …”

  I bit my lip seductively and smiled at him. “You’re right.” His grin widened and as I breezed past him to the coffee machine, he gave me a confused look. Pressing my lips to the top of the machine, I gave it a small kiss, stroking it as I did so. Bending over, I leaned in and blew gently on the steaming nozzle from where my hot drink poured. I placed my finger beneath it and caught a drip of hot coffee. Slipping it into my mouth, I sucked my finger and gazed at Jared. His eyes were full of lustful desire and amusement as he watched my lips caressing my finger. I moaned deeply. “Mmmm. Delicious.” Turning back to the machine, I winked. “Was it good for you, too?”

  Jared cleared his throat loudly. “That really shouldn’t turn me on so much. But, I’m finding myself extremely jealous of an inanimate object right now. Damn you and your rules.” Lifting my coffee to his lips, he sipped it and looked down at me over the rim of the cup. Taking it from him, I placed in on the counter top, stood on my tiptoes and ran my tongue over his lips.

  “Perfect. Coffee and Jared. Is there any better combination in the world?”

  He shook his head and wrapped his arms around me tightly. “You, Layla Jennings, are an infuriating, amazing, incredible, and sexy woman. Do you know how much I love you?”

  I clasped my hands together behind his neck and cast my eyes to the ceiling. “Hmm. I’d say about seven inches right now.” He glanced down to where his erection was pressing against my thigh.

  “And then some.” Lifting me up, he hoisted me onto the counter that sat in the middle of the room. His hands grasped my thighs firmly as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He kissed me hungrily and with urgency.

  Pulling away, I nipped his bottom lip and rubbed the tip of my nose against his. “Don’t you have somewhere to be, Mr. Garrett?”

  Sighing heavily, he nodded and kissed my forehead. “Unfortunately, yes. Why? Are you eager to get rid of me?”

  A smile played over his lips. I shook my head and smiled. “Absolutely not. In fact, I highly recommend taking the day off to spend time wandering around the city with your girl.”