Twist (A BDSM & Romantic Erotica Boxed Set)

by Tara Crescent

  “Taunting me again instead of answering me?” His voice made Phee want to melt into a puddle in his arms.

  She laughed softly, “I would like to go to your place, and I would absolutely love to get into your bed.”

  Bryant grinned, and it promised wicked delights, “I’m going to make you beg, Phee.”

  Her mouth went dry and she nodded slightly, gasping against his lips when he kissed her again, and then he was tugging her back towards his car.

  They tumbled through his front door. The elevator ride had been ridiculously long from the underground parking garage, but he had kept her busy. His hands moving over her breasts and hips, and as he slammed the door behind her she almost felt the ocean lapping at her ankles.

  “Bryant…” Phee moaned as he lifted her and pressed her back against the door, her legs wrapping around his hips. He covered her mouth with his again, his hands sliding the hem of her dress up to her waist.

  “I’m taking you to the bedroom.” Bryant grinned against her mouth and then he was walking with her. Her scream of surprise turned into laughter as she realized he was carrying her. He slid her down his front as they passed through a door and she saw a huge platform bed, low to the floor. The whole room was done in whites and pale grays over dark wood. Shiny, pale tiles lined the entire apartment and she steadied herself in her heels as they clicked to the floor. “Think you can stow that smart mouth for a bit?”

  She looked up at him with a smirk, “And if I don’t?”

  “I do still owe you a lesson in manners.” The edge of his mouth lifted a little in a challenge that she wanted to accept.

  Phee ran her hands across his waist, her fingertips tracing his belt before she untucked the white button down from his jeans. With a grin she started unbuttoning his shirt from the bottom, and then looked up at him to find his turquoise eyes flashing with amusement. She rose to the challenge, “How do you plan to give me that lesson?”

  Bryant let her open his shirt and she was surprised for a moment at how muscular he was, he had washboard abs and she couldn’t help but run her hand over them. Why was he so fit? Wasn’t he supposed to be a paper pusher for his uncle? Her thoughts were derailed when he grabbed her face so she had to look at him and not his hard chest, “I think I’d like to drag you over my lap and spank you,” he paused, a smile moving across his lips as he let her process what he’d said, “Think you can handle it?”

  Her whole body buzzed with the idea. It made her shiver, and she wondered if something about her had tipped him off to her particular kinks. Or did he offer to spank all his dates? Either way, being put across Bryant Holbrook’s lap was basically a fantasy come to life, except here he wasn’t commanding the ocean or glistening in the sunlight. Phee shook herself and smiled sweetly at him as she pushed the shirt off his shoulders, “Oh, I can handle it. Is this where you try to make me beg, Bryant? Because I can definitely handle a spanking.”

  Phee stood as tall as she could, squaring her shoulders as she looked up into his eyes. She liked to submit, she wanted him to spank her, to make her cry out and whimper as her skin turned hot. But it didn’t mean she wasn’t strong, and she wanted him to know that, to see that in her. Bryant pulled her into a kiss and one of his hands reached down to start pulling the dress off. He leaned back to tug it over her head, and the serious tone in his voice sent a delicious rush down her spine, “This isn’t where you beg, Phee. This is where you get undressed and get on my bed before I decide to get the paddle instead.”

  Her heart rate doubled as he gently pushed her towards the bed and his turquoise eyes raked down her body. Cream colored bra and panties, her soft curves, and the damn heels that she realized were still on when she almost tripped on the way to the bed. She slipped off the bra and panties and tried to fight back the blush in her cheeks. For a moment she wished she was tall and willowy like Regan, but then Bryant shoved her backwards onto the covers and his hands traced her waist and her hips like he was worshipping her.

  “God, you’re gorgeous.” He leaned forward and nipped her hip as he crouched by the side of the bed and deftly took off her heels. Warm bubbles filled her up like the tide coming in, what girl didn’t like to hear that? Then his hands were sliding up the insides of her thighs and she lifted her hips on a quiet moan. “Oh no, Phee, not yet.” He spanked her pussy and she jumped and yelped in surprise.

  “Bryant!” She pushed herself up on her elbows in time to see him stand up, his hands moving to his belt to slowly undo it.

  “Patience is a virtue.” He grinned at her, and when she went to close her thighs he shook his head slowly and nudged her calf with his leg. “Tsk, tsk, legs open. I’m enjoying the view.”

  “Do I get a view in return?” Phee grinned. Bryant was hot. Impossibly hot. He looked like he worked out four hours a day for fun, and she had no idea why he had agreed to actually take her on a date, or take her home, but she was seriously happy that she had taunted him at the cafe.

  “Your mouth is going to get you in so much trouble in my bed, beautiful.” Bryant chuckled and dropped his jeans from his hips. He had her mouth watering. He was already hard in his black boxer-briefs and she wanted to reach out and touch him, but he raised a hand and ticked his finger back and forth like a metronome. “Patience. Put your hands above your head, no touching without permission.”

  “Fine.” She whined and clasped her hands above her head, and he sighed.

  “Is it so terrible that I want to take my time with you?” He lay down next to her, his fingers tracing a path up one thigh, over her hip, the dip at her waist, until he was lazily circling her nipple. Goosebumps rushed over her skin and she squirmed, her arms tensing against the urge to pull them down. He pressed a kiss just under her collarbone and she arched up into his touch, she needed more. “I want to memorize every noise you make.” As if making a point he nipped her shoulder and she gasped. He chuckled against her skin, his fingers pinching her nipple lightly until she lifted her chest against his hand and he pinched harder. The zing of pain lit up her nerves like lightning on a dark night. Her pussy clenched and she moaned, but he cut it off with a kiss where she could feel the hum of his own moan against her lips.

  Bryant’s hand moved to her other breast and he repeated it while his mouth plied hers. A light pinch, growing more firm until she was whimpering under him, her hips lifting uselessly and her hands twined in the bedspread. He finally released her mouth and was kissing down towards her nipple, but she wanted to feel him against her. “You are such a tease.”

  He laughed against her breast before he bit down and she gasped as the pain made her tense with the surge of adrenaline. “In a rush to be over my lap?” Bryant’s hand slipped from her other breast to trail down over her belly, and then he swiped a finger between the lips of her pussy. She knew she was soaked, and he groaned his satisfaction.

  “You did say I needed a lesson in manners, right?” She grinned when he looked up at her, and he shook his head with a quiet laugh.

  “You are unbelievable.” He sucked her nipple into his mouth before biting down until she was squirming and whimpering, and then his fingers were tracing her wetness over her clit and circling. Phee rolled her hips, gripping the bedspread hard to fight the urge to move, the conflicting pain and pleasure sending her head reeling. Then, he suddenly stopped and sat up to look down at her.

  “Fuck…” she groaned in frustration, and Bryant’s eyes were turquoise seas heading towards a storm, growing darker as he looked down on her flushed skin. “You are a tease.”

  “That’s it, over my lap.” Bryant moved to put his back against the wall and crooked a finger at her. “Come here.”

  Phee sat up and shifted towards him on the bed, his eyes tracking the sway of her breasts before returning to her eyes. When she got close he slid a hand into her dark hair and tightened to pull her over his lap, and she only moaned as the tingling pleasure rushed down her spine. His palm smoothed over the round of her ass as he positioned her where he wa
nted her, and she was thoroughly distracted by the hard press of his cock against her stomach.

  “I’m going to spank you until I think you’ve got some manners, alright?” Bryant’s voice was a low growl as his hand traced over her skin, a firm squeeze of one of her cheeks before he continued down her thighs. He was so strong, she could feel it in the way his other arm held her around her waist. This was going to hurt, and in her mind she could feel the riptide tugging at her, wanting to drag her towards the whirlpool that was Bryant Holbrook. All that charm, all that power. She knew inside that whatever he had planned was going to hurt in all the best ways.

  “Alright, Bryant.” Phee panted out the words, heat running under her skin, and then the first sting of his palm colliding with her skin had her tensing. But he didn’t stop with one, he continued, each spank raining down across her ass until the stinging heat had her whimpering and squirming. He only tightened his grip on her waist to hold her still and she pressed her forehead into the bed. Any time one of her ex-boyfriends had wanted to spank her, pin her down, wrap their hands around her throat – she’d encouraged them. Asked for it. It had taken sex to a whole new level with her and it was addictive. Bryant was addictive. She could feel the addiction taking hold already as her pussy grew soaked, even as she tried to squirm away from the stinging slaps of his palm.

  He paused, his hand rubbing over the heat in her skin that was concentrating between her thighs. She became aware of the soft moans she’d been making, the whimpers as she had pressed her face into the bedding, her clenched fists. “Think you can handle it a little harder?”

  Phee arched her back in his lap, his words made her pussy clench around nothing, and she was nodding. “Yes. I promise, I can.”

  “God, you’re hot.” He pinched her ass, the overly sensitive skin making her yelp and whine. “So pink, but let’s see if we can make you crimson.”

  She jerked on his lap when he brought his hand down again. So much harder, so much sharper, her nerve endings singing and sending a tingling rush up her spine to make her mind fuzzy with all the colliding sensations. She had no idea how many more there had been, the marks overlapping so many times that the heat in her skin was blistering, and the tops of her thighs were soaked from how wet she was. A whine slipped from her lips as she tried to pull away, but Bryant yanked her back, his strength pressing her back down over his lap.

  “I’m not done with you. Be still.” His voice was a low growl that cranked up the liquid heat inside her until she was moaning against the bedding with the next hard series of spanks. Her mind blurring that line between pleasure and pain until she couldn’t tell if she wanted to ask him to stop, or actually hit harder. The whirlpool was bottomless, and she was caught in it, caught in Bryant Holbrook’s grip, powerless and far from her forest of trees. His hand slipped between her thighs, and his palm was hot against her skin, her ass glowing. Then he brushed her clit and she moaned loudly and tried to shift on his lap again, but he held her firm.

  “Please, please!” The words were out of her mouth before she’d thought about them and he chuckled, low and dark, above her. He slipped two fingers inside her and she moaned loudly, she wanted to come, she wanted to come underneath him like she’d imagined.

  “Beg me again, Phee.”

  “Bryant…” Phee groaned, panting against the bedding as he teased her mercilessly. His fingers curled inside her to brush against that bundle of nerves, and his thumb pressed rhythmically over her clit until she was gritting her teeth to hold back the flood of pleas that threatened to escape.

  “Either beg me for what you want, or I’ll tie you up and make sure you don’t come all night.” Bryant’s words made Phee’s mouth drop open as she squirmed against the bed, her dark hair in tangles from her struggles. Before she could come up with something smart ass to say he slid a third finger inside her, pumping them in a vicious tease that had her shivering towards the edge of a glorious orgasm.

  “Oh God… Bryant!” Phee squirmed against his grip, but he only held her tighter, and then she finally relaxed. Let go, and let the tug of the whirlpool drag her down. “Please, Bryant, please fuck me, because I’m going to lose it if you don’t. Please, please –”

  Bryant pushed her off his lap and onto her back, and then he was on top of her, his knees moving her thighs apart as she arched up against his chest. “You beg so well, Phee.” His hips dropped between hers and she was infuriated by the fabric separating them as he ground himself against her.

  “Bryant! Please?!” Phee reached down and tugged at the waist of his boxers, and he laughed against her skin as he kissed up her neck.

  “So, you’re saying you want me?” Bryant grinned at her and grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head.

  “Yes! I want you, please, Bryant.” Phee begged, the whine in her voice obvious as she rolled her hips to try and get more contact, to try and get him to give in. Damn his self-control.

  “All you had to do was ask.” He kissed her and she moaned against his mouth as she felt him shift and then his boxers were out of the way and his cock was brushing against her. She lifted her hips, pleading in murmurs against his lips, before he finally thrust inside her. It was like hitting the ocean floor, the whirlpool an endless height above her, and she arched hard off the bed. He growled his own pleasure, his hand tightening the grip on her wrists as he started to move. Each thrust moved her closer to that tenuous edge of sharp pleasure, and an endless stream of pleas slipped from her lips as he moved his mouth to her neck and trailed kisses down to her shoulder.

  “Please, oh fuck, please, Bryant…” Lightning crashed inside her, the ocean was a storm around her, and the whirlpool started to collapse above her as she was tossed into an orgasm that had her screaming his name. Through the haze of pleasure that thrummed in her skin, she felt him kiss her again, his mouth conquering hers. Several hard thrusts later and he was still, his cock jumping inside her as her muscles shivered and his weight dropped over her like the press of the ocean above her.

  Their breaths were a cacophony of ocean waves in her ears as he slid from her. He trailed kisses over her skin as they curled up around each other, whispering about how beautiful she was. Wrapped in his warmth she didn’t regret diving in with Bryant, and she wanted to say it, but then she was asleep.

  Chapter Four

  Morning came like waking up after a shipwreck. For a moment she was unsure where she was, the bed she was on was impossibly soft, the room larger than most of her apartment. It only took turning over to remember everything. The dinner, their laughter, the walk, his confession about his mom, and the sex. Holy shit, the absolutely great sex. Her body was deliciously sore, and Bryant was snoring softly next to her. He had rolled onto his back in his sleep, and at some point had pulled the sheets over them. Phee’s body urged her out of bed to find the toilet and she padded quietly across the tile to his enormous bathroom. When she was done she washed her hands and then wandered into his living room. She gasped at the sight. An entire wall was nothing but floor to ceiling windows, and in the early dawn light the city was wrapped in thick fog, the golden sunlight making it look like a roiling sea of clouds, an endless ocean of pale smoke. The tops of taller buildings pierced it, and she was in awe. She felt as if she could just step through the glass and previously unknown wings would unfurl and she could glide on the updrafts of air –

  “Oh good, you’re still here.” Bryant was wandering out of the bedroom, his chestnut brown hair a mess as he pushed a hand through it and smiled at her. He had snagged a cream colored blanket from the bed, and she got an incredible glimpse of his hard body as he adjusted it over his shoulders and walked towards her. “I was worried you had snuck out on me.” He stepped behind her, wrapping her in the blanket with him so that his warm skin pressed against her back, his face nuzzling against her neck.

  “Your view is…. wow.” Phee couldn’t even find words to describe the sight, and he looked up at the windows like he’d just realized he even had a view.<
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  “Seeing you in front of the windows this morning was a much better view, I assure you.” He kissed up her neck, moving her hair out of the way as he nipped her. That warm, bubbly feeling was back.

  “Very funny. How high up are we?” Phee leaned forward and got a little dizzy at the sharp drop down the glistening tower before the fog obscured the ground.

  “I’m not being funny, Phee, and I’m on the forty-third floor.” He paused, “I meant to ask last night, but your name –”

  “It’s a nickname, my full name is Ophelia. No one calls me that though.” People had started calling her Phee when she was young, only her family called her Ophelia, and the teachers at school.

  “I like that. Ophelia. It’s perfect for you.” He shifted his hips behind her and she felt him getting hard against her. “So, when do you need to be at work, Ophelia?”

  “We open at seven. How far are we from the café?” Phee leaned back against him, liking the way her full name sounded in that growl of his voice, and his arms tightened around her.

  “Maybe ten minutes, and it’s not even six yet. I think we could -” Phee heard the tinkling ring of a cell phone and Bryant sighed. “Give me one minute. Don’t move, you look perfect right there.” He kissed her cheek and slipped out of the blanket to leave it with her, which meant she had a very nice view of his strong back and his ass as he walked towards the bedroom to dig his phone out of his jeans.

  “Hey! What’s going –” Bryant smiled at her as he leaned against the door frame to the bedroom, naked, and then his smile slipped. “Wait, that’s not what he wanted. He wanted sixteen copies of the 48-C documents – no, that meeting is today. Hell, Michael, he has the meeting at nine this morning! What do you mean you don’t have it prepped?”

  Phee turned back to the windows, trying her best not to eavesdrop, but she could hear his feet moving across the tile behind her. The fog was still rolling like clouds, the sun making them glow gold, and she realized it was the most beautiful view she’d ever seen in reality. It was like something her head would have dreamed up. It was like the stories her mom told her of transforming into a bird to fly above the world, of escaping the fog where the air was clean and bright.