by Asha Daniels
I trailed behind yet kept my distance.
“Take a look.” Bart waited for only a few seconds. “Aren’t they fabulous?”
Megan moved her head from side to side, her eyes locked on the group of paintings. I hadn’t realized just how many I’d painted of her, the various moments of her emotions, her passion. Her joy. With every brush stroke, I’d been able to live my world with her again, if only for a brief period of time.
She stepped closer, reaching out, her fingers almost touching. When she curled her fist, a single moan pushed past her lips. “You did all of these?” she finally asked.
“Aren’t they fabulous?” Bart clapped his hands together. “We have several already sold. Oh my God! You’re the model. I can’t believe it. Fantastic. Oh, honey. You are so much more beautiful in person, but he did such a wonderful job. The right hair and your skin. Oh, goodness!”
I realized I was holding my breath, wanting to see her reaction, any reaction at this point. She was so silent, as if taken aback. Giving Bart a look, he took a step back but was so overjoyed in seeing her.
“They’re beautiful. Amazing,” she whispered. Her face was glistening in the dim lighting, her mouth pursed, a blush creeping up from the swell of her breasts. “Why did you do this?”
And I could see tears in her eyes.
Bart seemed to sense his presence wasn’t needed or wanted and patted me on the shoulder before leaving.
“Because I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you completely.” My words were choked, half whispered.
She visibly trembled as she hesitated, her face pinched and so full of anguish. “Razer, they’re amazing. Just like you are. But I can’t do this. I just can’t be hurt any longer. What you did… What happened between us never leaves my dreams. I’m no longer whole. I have a life now that I’ve worked hard to achieve. I don’t know you. Maybe I never did. Can you understand?”
“What I understand is that we belong together. I never meant to hurt you, not for a second. We were both backed into a corner. There was no other way. I knew what your father was capable of and what he was going to do.” The words hovered in the air and all I could hear was the thumping of my heart against my chest. I could see such torment in her eyes, such self-doubt, much like I’d done since the last day I’d seen her. “We can get through anything if we’re together. I learned that the hard way.”
“Too many lies. Too many secrets.”
“I will never lie to you again. I will never keep anything from you. That much I promise. I can’t change the past, but I can alter the future, but only if you’ll stand by my side.”
“Razer, I…” Her words dying off, tears slipped past her lashes as she tentatively touched my chin.
I took a few steps closer, holding out my hand, fingering her silky hair. When she moaned again and jerked away, taking off and running through the gallery, I lost my ability to focus. Racing after her, I bolted out of the front door, managing to grab her arm and push her against the brick building. “I can’t lose you again, Megan. You are my life. You are my very soul. I love you. I need to be with you, every night and every day. I crave being the man you so desperately need, one you can trust and respect. I want to give you the entire world in every manner I can. Don’t run away from me. Don’t break this connection.” Planting both hands on either side of her, I lowered my head. This was her choice and whatever happened, I would abide by her decision.
Palming my chest, she acted as if she was going to shove me away. When she clung to me, gripping my shirt, her lower lip quivering, I refused to take a back seat any longer. Capturing her mouth, I pressed her hard against the cold brick as I drove my tongue inside. The kiss was almost perfect, a brutal reminder of the moments shared. Our tongues entwined, and she slid her arms around my neck, fisting my hair with one hand.
Megan arched her back as the passion roared, our combined moans and grunts filtering around us.
I didn’t care who noticed, who witnessed our rekindled fire. This was the night and she was the woman I would claim as my own. I jerked her forward, running my hand down her back and just under her dress, cupping and squeezing her ass. Every dark sensation rushed into my muscles, my cells, creating an almost desperate need. The electricity had skyrocketed, leaving us both breathless.
She wrapped her leg around mine, her kisses becoming frantic, filled with need.
I could smell her desire, could sense her submission. She was taking a chance, giving in to my demands. It was as if four years melted away. Keeping my arm around her, I walked toward the car, easing her inside. Leaning down, I cupped her chin, allowing my fingers to caress her cheek. She was so soft, my touch invigorating in the same way I’d experienced before. “There is no turning back.”
“I know,” she whispered, nuzzling against my hand.
The two simple words fueling the embers that had never been extinguished, I closed the door, taking calculated steps toward the driver’s side. As she crowded closer, resting her hand on my thigh, I sucked in my breath. Every part of me wanted to take her right here, but she deserved only the best. This was our second chance, maybe our only chance at finding true happiness, and I refused to fuck it up.
Megan remained quiet during the drive, her breath sounds shallow, her fingers digging into my muscles.
Lights zoomed past the windshield, colorful reminders of the vibrant city as well as the gritty streets. This wasn’t my home, not any longer, and I suspected this wasn’t a location in which she cared to live. There were too many memories, reminders of a difficult time for both of us. I’d changed during the long years, doing everything I could to alter the course of my life, but there would always be remnants, ugly connections that would never leave.
I cared about my company and had worked tirelessly to refurbish contacts, to restructure the entire environment, but the work wasn’t joyful in any manner. Even though I’d repaired my relationship with Thorn, the guilt would never leave.
She led me into the elevator of her condominium, her hand in mine, her eyes flashing. Pulling me closer, she gripped my fingers, hers rubbing back and forth.
I towered over her, the beautiful woman who’d changed, becoming sexier, more sophisticated. But I could sense the same defiance, the same longing for a strong man. Her entire upper body seemed to be quivering, as if the anticipation held a mix of extreme emotions. “What do you want?”
“Everything we had.” Megan didn’t hesitate.
“Everything?” I pressed my lips against her heated skin, mouthing her cheek.
“Yes. I can’t live without what we shared.” She swallowed and tipped her head back, exposing her long neck.
I peppered a series of open mouthed kisses along her cheek and jawline, to the tender area of her neck. Biting down, I heard her shuddered moan, could feel her body reacting.
She rose onto her toes, sliding her hands up around my shoulders, arching her back.
This incredible woman was offering every inch to a man who’d broken her heart, her trust. Grunting, I licked across the seam of her mouth, enjoying the sweet flavor. She parted her lips, cooing as I darted my tongue just inside. Easing one strap of her dress down from her shoulder, I rubbed the palm of my hand down the length of her neck, dropping my finger into the swell of her breasts.
“Oh God.”
“Mmm… Do you know what you need?” I whispered the question before using my teeth to lower the bodice of her dress.
“A hard spanking.”
I couldn’t resist chuckling, the tone dark and filled with a hint of danger. “Absolutely. Perhaps more than one.”
Wiggling, she rubbed her hands up and down my arms. “But I’m a good girl.”
“You’re anything but.” The sound becoming more of a growl, I exposed her hardened nipple and dragged my tongue around in lazy circles. Sucking on the tip, I was cognizant that the elevator had pinged and that the doors would soon be opening.
She giggled and tried to push away, the tone the happie
st I’d heard in far too long. “You’re terrible.”
“You like when I’m the ultra-bad boy.” The doors opened, and I darted a look over my shoulder. The rather stodgy looking couple frowned but I could see beads of perspiration starting to form. I grabbed Megan’s hand, whisking her by, offering an evil grin as we passed.
“Oh, so bad. I have to live with these people,” she muttered, picking up speed as she walked down the hallway, fumbling with her key. When she was inside, she dropped her purse and backed in further, her eyes scanning the room.
I didn’t care about the circumstances of our meeting or the limited time I had to spend with her. This was perhaps a new beginning and by damn, no one was going to take it away. “Come here, little girl.”
A mischievous smile crossed her face. “Me?”
“Yes, you.” Beckoning with a single finger, I eased onto the couch, pushing the coffee table out of the way. The furnishings weren’t at all what I’d anticipated, not for a powerful executive. This was very much a home, care taken with every piece of furniture, every picture. The space was so inviting. I also noticed the papers strewn all over the floor. Narrowing my eyes, I could see items with my name covering them.
She followed my gaze. “Jamie insisted on finding out everything she could about you. Presented the information as a gift.”
“Remind me to send her roses.”
“Uh, no,” she teased yet Megan’s face remained pensive as she walked closer, her cheeks shimmering. “Razer, we need to talk.”
“Not until you receive a hard spanking.” I held up my finger when she opened her mouth again. “Just for tonight, I want to block out the rest of the world.”
She seemed almost relieved as she inched forward. “Agreed.”
I held out my hand, waiting until she eased her fingers against my palm. This was a new moment of acceptance and I was freaking terrified. I inhaled, and the scent of her perfume was intoxicating, driving my cock against my linen pants. She had such an effect on me. “Remove your panties.” I didn’t want to let her go, fearful this moment would vanish, but we both needed the intimacy that had nothing to do with making love.
She responded instantly to my command, sliding her hands under her dress and shimmying as she lowered her panties. As if knowing my next directive, she handed them to me.
Bringing them to my face, I drank in her pussy fragrance and my balls swelled to the point I was in near agony. I slid them into my pocket and eased her over my lap, tugging her dress up to her waist. “I think we’ll start with thirty.”
“Thirty?”
“You do need a hard spanking.”
“Yes, sir.” Megan dropped her head, yet she continued to wiggle, undulating her groin across mine.
The round of discipline was going to drive me insane. “Stay in position.”
“Yes, sir.”
The routine was easy, the way her body responded to mine, as if we’d never been apart.
A sting rushed into my hand when I smacked her rounded ass, creating a rush in my adrenaline.
“Oh!” Her whimper was almost breathless.
I clenched my fist, savoring the tingling and the way she was wiggling against my groin.
“You’ve missed this,” I whispered and rubbed her ass. What was wrong with me? I wanted her to wear my marks, lashes and bruises indicating she belonged to me and no one else.
“More than you know.”
“Then we will do this every day.” Even saying the words, the hopeful statement forced a groan to slide past my lips. With every smack, I wanted more, to give her more.
Crack! Whack! Smack!
“Oh. Oh!”
As I continued peppering her ass, moving back and forth, I had difficulty breathing. Beads of sweat trickled down both sides of my face.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered, her head lolling.
Harder and faster the punishment was issued until I’d honestly lost count. She moaned then panted, and I gathered a scent of her wetness.
“Yes. Yes!” Megan mumbled.
Smack! Whack!
When I could take no more, I gathered her into my arms, holding her on my lap, my hands cupping both sides of her face. “I want to make love to you. Will you allow me?”
She placed her hands over mine. “Yes.”
Kissing her lips softly, I tried to make sense of our powerful connection, the unbridled electricity that ran an energizing course through every cell, every muscle in my body. How could a man be so lucky twice in his life? She clung to me as I cradled her in my arms, heading down the shadowed hallway. “This room?”
“No. No! Keep going.”
I eased her onto her feet and backed away, jerking the tie knotted so damn tightly. This wasn’t me and never had been.
“Let me do that,” she said with such love in her voice.
I stood silently, watching the beautiful woman as she fiddled with the silk, drawing the tie inch by inch from my neck. Tipping her head, she locked eyes as she unfastened the buttons on my shirt, sliding her hands past the edges, kneading my chest.
“You drive me insane,” I mumbled and caressed her hair, running my fingers through the long strands.
Pursing her lips, she peeled away my shirt, every action methodical as she lowered the material to the floor. “Just wait.”
I couldn’t wait to be inside of her, drilling my cock into her tight little hole.
She lowered her head, kissing and licking my chest, sucking on my nipples as she unbuckled the belt.
Memories of using the belt flashed into my mind, the scent of the leather such an intoxicating aphrodisiac. I was tingling, my nipples hard and aching, my dick begging to be released.
She bit down on my flesh as she slowly dropped to her knees, licking a zigzagged line all the way down. Removing the belt an inch at a time, she issued several guttural moans. “What if I’m a very bad girl?”
I pulled the belt from her hands, running my fingers across the grain of the leather. “Then this will become your best friend.”
Purring, she unzipped my pants before sliding her hands down my legs, tugging off my shoes and socks. Sliding her hands back up along the inside of my legs, her eyes never left my face. As she pulled the pants down my hips, her fingernails skimming over my skin, I had difficulty even focusing.
When I was completely naked, she began to kiss and lick my skin. Legs. Knees. My thighs. She allowed her hot breath to cascade over my cock, but her lips never touched.
“Such a damn tease,” I managed.
“Just the way you like me.”
“Oh, what to do with you.”
Megan purred as she continued to tease, licking and nipping. When she finally darted a lick around my cockhead, I hissed, the sound strangled.
She rubbed her fingers up and down the underside of my cock, drawing circles around my balls. Taking just the tip into her mouth, she sucked, using her strong jaw muscles to hold me in place.
“Fuck, woman. I’ve missed you.” Fisting her hair, I pushed on her head, a subtle yet effective reminder that she would do anything I said.
Opening her mouth wide, she took my shaft down an inch at a time, relaxing her throat until the tip hit the back of her mouth.
Straining, I rolled up onto the balls of my feet, the move pushing my shaft deeper inside. Her mouth was so hot, wet and I wanted to slide my cum down her throat. “Jesus!”
She continued to purr around the thick invasion as she rolled my balls between her fingers, squeezing with just enough pressure. I tossed my head back and roared. She began to move up and down, sucking, her tongue swirling back and forth. She knew exactly what I craved, but I had to have more.
Planting both hands on her head, I jutted my hips forward, face fucking her, the move becoming more and more savage.
She’d dropped her arms, relinquishing complete control.
After a few seconds of utter bliss, I needed to be inside of her. Yanking her up, I whisked off her dress and the greedy man inside o
f me became lost to the moment. Cupping and squeezing her breasts, I inched her closer to the bed, no doubt my expression carnal, desperate with hunger. I tossed her down and lowered onto the floor, taking her pussy into my mouth.
“Oh, God!” She slapped her hand over her mouth, tossing her head back and forth as she lifted and opened her legs, allowing me complete access.
I licked around her clit, savoring the flavor and the way her body reacted. I wanted this to be a special night but with every brutal swipe of my tongue, every thrust of my fingers inside her cunt, I became the savage from before. Taking her.
Claiming her.
“Razer…” She bucked up from the bed, arching her back.
My eyes couldn’t leave her face as she wiggled, clawing the comforter, her expression one of sheer ecstasy. I continued licking, using a combination of my fingers and tongue, driving into the very core of her. My woman. My fantasy. I couldn’t get enough of her, sucking and drinking, knowing I was bringing her to a swift climax.
Her arms flailed, slapping down, smacking her hands against the bed. She laughed, then moaned, the sound mere whispers.
As I sucked on her clit, I added a third finger then a fourth, shoving as deep inside as possible. I would have every inch of her. When I knew she was close to coming, I opened my mouth wide, pressing my face into her cunt. Reaching up, I grabbed her wrists, holding her arms in place. And I watched.
“Oh. Oh! I’m going to…” Panting, she moved her head from side to side, her legs shaking, struggling to get out of my hold.
I refused to stop, knowing she would come at any time. As her breath sounds became strangled, I slipped my thumb inside her asshole, wiggling.
“Fuck!” Jerking up, she opened her mouth wide, the scream silent.
The feast was incredible, her sweet juice sliding down my throat. When she fell back onto the comforter, only then did I stand, easing her into the middle of the bed. Crawling on top, I hovered over her, pressing a trail of kisses along her cheeks and neck, her breasts then her stomach, dragging my tongue back up until I was able to suck on her nipples. They were so hard, and I pinched one between my finger and thumb, twisting until she groaned from the pain.
