by Anne Conley
“Why aren’t you naked yet?” Zack asked.
“What do you see?” Bonnie had to know. How did he know she wasn’t naked? “Tell me.” She reached for the bottom of her blouse and slowly raised it over her head while Zack gazed at her, the haziness to his eyes sharpening somewhat.
“I see shadows and colors … and you, Bonnie. I see the colors of you.” He stalked toward her. “In the darkness, you are a porcelain color with hair like of the darkest shadows.” Zack reached out and grazed her collarbone, his hand trembling.
She laughed softly. “I reflect light. I’m so pale.”
“That may be, but it’s blinding.” He caressed the valley between her breasts, down her belly, and circled her belly button with his hand. Goose bumps erupted across her skin, and Bonnie shuddered.
Her skin was on fire with his touch.
Dipping his fingers into the waistband of her pants, he murmured huskily, “Take them off.”
Bonnie undid the snap and zipper and shimmied out of the jeans, no longer willing to argue. Zack walked behind her, his hand trailing lazily behind, drawing patterns on her skin she could feel all the way to her toes, which curled in the plush carpet.
The calluses on his fingertips told him what to see, and right now, he was seeing her. She stood there, while Zack saw her, his fingers tracing the lines of her body—her waist, her ass, the creases under her breasts, the line of her calves. Bonnie got the feeling his touch was anything but idle as his fingers ran across her skin. The room was silent except for their breaths, and those were gaining strength in their raggedness.
Never once did Zack tweak her nipples or slip his fingers inside her folds. He was only feeling her, but his touch was every bit as erotic as the hard fucking he’d given her last night. She had no idea what to expect with him right now, and that added to the pleasure, the anticipation of his exploration of her body.
Zack got close enough to dip his head to her neck, the warmth of his skin next to her ear erupting her insides with pleasure, while his fingertips continued stroking her body, moving up her waist while he inhaled deeply of her scent. Her pulse pounded in her neck as his lips grazed that spot before he sank his teeth into the skin, nipping it gently.
“Okay, get in.” He turned her toward the swing, and she allowed him to lead her movements. “I want you in this thing, Bon-Bon. Do what’s comfortable.”
She swallowed, feeling desire slick her thighs. His voice was dripping with need, and she felt it caress her skin. Bonnie strode over to the swing and mounted it, using her muscle memory to fall into a relaxing stretch pose, one where she felt graceful and beautiful, her head arched back and her legs up in the air, wrapped in silkiness. It exposed everything about herself that she loved, and Zack did that thing again, where he walked around her and touched her everywhere.
“Are you comfortable? Can I adjust you?” After his hands had rasped across every inch of her skin, Zack was parked at her head, looking down at her, nothing but tenderness shining from his eyes.
“When are you getting naked?” she teased, right before Zack adjusted something near the top of the trapeze and her head fell about six inches. He walked around to the other side of her, where her feet were, and adjusted something else, spreading her legs wide. “Never mind.” It didn’t really matter, she was completely at his mercy.
Closing her eyes, Bonnie decided to feel this like he did, with her body and her ears, not her eyes. She anticipated it would be a struggle because she was nosy by nature, but she could do this.
As soon as her eyes closed, she heard the rustling of clothes and the hiss of air he released as he ran his hand up her leg.
“Tell me what you see, Zack.”
His voice was closer to her than she’d realized as he spoke from between her legs. “The most beautiful woman in the world and porcelain pink, ripe for my pleasure.” His exhale sent a rush of hot air to her pussy, further enflaming her. “I see a woman who’s dripping with desire. Her soft scent surrounds me, tempting me to taste her, but I’m waiting.”
“Why?” She flexed the muscles in her hips, trying to tempt him.
“To tease her, to make her want me as much as I want her.” His voice rumbled against her thigh, a tsunami of goose bumps erupting across her leg.
“What else?” Bonnie panted her words, the position making it almost as difficult to talk as the insane need pulsing through her.
She felt Zack stand, the air changing as he walked around her. Then, he whispered in her ear, leaving no doubt of his intentions. “Because I’m going to use her, please her, love her, and make her mine, so she’ll never doubt me again.” He shifted, rustled something, and Bonnie knew without looking he was naked at her head. He leaned forward, his hands clenched around her ankles, and tugged them toward her head, so she was spread-eagle, her knees bent and her feet touching each other. Zack kissed her toes, and a tingly feeling shot straight up her legs to her pussy.
The earthy scent of his manhood assaulted her senses as it bobbed near her hair. Without thought, she turned her head and opened her mouth, engulfing him as much as she could. Zack let out a strange sound, one that, if she didn’t know she was with him, would sound like she was about to be attacked by some wild animal.
So she sucked for all she was worth before Zack’s cock was yanked away.
“Not now, Bon-Bon. You already own me. This is about you.” His voice was husky and far away, and she kept her eyes closed as he once again moved to her feet. “Keep your feet there.” His voice lowered in the room as he dropped to his knees and pulled her hips toward him. She had to hang on to the fabric at her hands to keep from falling. Could she concentrate on what he was doing and keep herself in position at the same time?
It was almost as if speaking broke open a dam for Zack because he continued talking to her, and it blew her away.
“For years, Bon-Bon, fucking years, I’ve been dreaming of owning your pussy again.” Starting at her knees, his hands crept down her thighs until they ended at her heated juncture. “Years,” he groaned. “Tonight, I’m going to own it. First, you’re going to come all over my fingers.” With those words, he plunged two digits inside her, curving them to find her g-spot, then pumped them in and out. Bonnie squirmed, but while she wasn’t restrained per se, she had to hold on, so she was limited in her range of motion. Meanwhile, Zack kept talking.
“I’m going to mark you after that. You’ll be covered with my bite marks, so anyone will know exactly who you belong to, because I’m not leaving your side ever again.”
She was climbing higher and higher, the fabric wrapping her in a cocoon of desire while she hung freely for Zack and all he had planned for her.
“After I mark you, I’m going to taste you. I’m going to suck on this clit until you scream my name so the neighbors know who you belong to. You’re going to wash my face with your cum.”
His filthy talk was taking her to a brand-new place, one she had to see. She wanted to witness the look on his face as he spoke, but because she was with Zack, she wanted to experience it like him, so she squeezed her eyes tighter shut, forcing herself to wait.
“And then I’m going to fuck you hard because the restraint I’m using to not do it now, while I listen to the noises you’re making, is fucking killing me. I won’t be able to stop myself, Bon-Bon. I’m going to fuck you into next week.”
That’s when she shattered on his fingers, squeezing them between her walls with a long, low moan. She shook as she held tightly to her swing, the position getting a little bit difficult as every muscle in her body tensed.
Both of his hands on her hips now, Zack helped her rearrange herself, turning her over so her backside was up. He shifted something else at the top of the swing, and then he was underneath her. On the floor.
Oh Jesus.
That’s what the pillows were for. As he worked his way down her body, licking, nibbling, and sucking with his hot mouth, occasionally biting her, Bonnie realized he was marking her, fulfilling
his promise of owning her before this night was over.
Not like he didn’t already own her. Always had.
Her next coherent thought was that his mouth was so incredibly hot on her pussy as his tongue swiped up her folds. One of his hands trailed down her body as it hung just above his—tilted, so she couldn’t reach him with her mouth like she wanted—and he tweaked a nipple, twisting it and squeezing it in time with his tongue’s movements as his other hand delved back inside her.
“Zack, I don’t think I can. It’s too soon …” she started to protest but cried out instead as Zack bit down on her clit.
“That’s it. I want to hear your pleasure.” And then he redoubled his efforts, spreading her folds with one hand, licking and teasing her clit, while his other hand made time with her breasts.
Jesus, it felt good. She could feel the heat of his body and could reach him with her fingertips, so she encircled his cock with her hand, squeezing it with a desire to please him but unable to focus on anything but the sensations he was evoking in her.
Bonnie had no rhythm, couldn’t get a solid grip on him like she wanted to, but his moans into her heat gave her an idea it didn’t really matter much. Soon enough, her reciprocation was forgotten as Zack’s skilled attentions made her climb higher and higher, until she shattered once again.
Shaking and trembling, Bonnie went limp, unable to do anything but hang from the swing. Zack moved away, so her hands were suddenly on the floor, holding herself up. She heard rustling and then the ripping of foil as he slid on a condom.
And then he made good on his last promise. Gripping her hips tightly, he whispered, “You still okay?”
“Hell yeah,” she replied breathlessly.
Sliding his hands from her hips to the fabric holding them up, Zack swung her. The weightless feeling was short lived, though. He impaled her on his dick, holding the swing to keep her against him as she stretched around his girth.
He let out a loud hiss and then a muttered “God damn” left his lips.
Bonnie felt something inside her swell as he swung her out again—not as far but almost to his tip—before bringing her back. She let go, allowing herself to feel everything, not trying to control her movements at all. His hisses turned to grunts and feral growls as he kept swinging her on his cock, impaling her repeatedly. True to his word, this was hard and fast fucking. He was owning her.
Body and soul.
She’d never look at this yoga swing the same way again.
Zack shifted something again, and she dipped lower at her head, keeping her ass firmly in the air, but the growl of approval from Zack had her climbing again. Or maybe it was the new place inside her that had her very vocal approval sounding out in the room. He was hitting that spot again, but the way it was happening—the slamming and slapping, the irreverent fucking, the very hard pounding she was taking— it was all conspiring to unwind her from the taut princess she had previously been.
Of course, it was all Zack. He stretched her as he swung her back and forth, her tits swaying in the air, her nipples tight little buds. But when he grabbed a fistful of her hair and used that to swing her, she was gone. The tiny pinpricks of pain along her scalp ratcheted up every sensation she was feeling. Zack slammed into her one last time, and she screamed, her orgasm ripping through her like an unquenchable wildfire.
Three more thrusts and Zack held her in place while he pulsed his release into her clenching heat. She couldn’t stop, her moans now unintelligible garbles of noise. With nothing to hold on to, Bonnie scrabbled at the air in front of her until Zack pulled her up, untangled her from the swathes of fabric, and laid her on the floor before joining her.
“Well, this is comfy,” she teased almost incoherently.
“I have no idea where the bed is anymore,” he chuckled in her ear before kissing her temple and pulling her close.
“This’ll do.”
Monday morning found Bonnie at work, with Zack and Shania close by. The open plan office design had initially intrigued Bonnie, as there were no cubicles or walls to hinder creativity, or so the theory implied. But today, she just wanted to lock a door and have Zack all to herself for a minute instead of having to endure the curious glances periodically shot her way.
They’d already had their Monday morning conference at the large table in the center of the room, with Zack ten feet away. She had explained his presence to everyone with the rehearsed spiel he’d taught her while they lounged naked in bed last night after round two.
“I’m having some personal security issues, and he’s going to be here for a few days until the issues get resolved. He won’t be in the way, and I will be happy to answer any questions you guys might have, within reason.” She smiled politely, and everyone else openly stared at the man in question, who sat behind her desk, his hand absently resting on Shania.
“The dog?” her boss, Mr. Monroe, asked with a raised eyebrow, one of the only people in the room not eye-fucking her boyfriend.
“Service dog,” Bonnie answered succinctly.
“Anything to do with work that I should be aware of, Miss Pierce?”
Nothing to do with work, but she didn’t want to rehash her past, so she simply lied. “Only to do with my last name, Mr. Monroe. Nothing more. Hazard of having rich family, I guess.”
It made her sound stuck up and snooty, but these guys knew she was anything but stuck up, considering her family name in certain circles of Austin. She was more comfortable letting them think she was a target because of money than them knowing she had an unhinged stalker looking for her.
Quinten and Simon had been against her returning to work. The theory was, if he had her home address, the rest would be easy, and she honestly couldn’t argue with that logic. She had stupidly filled out employment information on the application at The Wave, presumably for a credit check, but she wasn’t about to fess up to that idiocy.
Since she had come back to Austin, this job had been the only normal thing in her life. It gave her something to do, somewhere to go every day, and people to talk to, even if she never socialized with them outside the office. She cherished it and wasn’t willing to give it up just yet.
More polite smiles and curious glances, but there were no further questions. Assignments were passed out, progress was reported, and everyone went back to their desks to work. Bonnie returned to hers with a spring in her step, glad to have that over with. She’d honestly been expecting more questions. Tossing her new file on her desk, she sank into her seat with a grunt and looked up to see Brad standing in front of her.
“Missed you Friday. What happened?”
Absolutely nothing she could tell him. Zack stiffened in the seat he’d pulled up behind her, but she ignored it, looking Brad in the eyes.
“I got detained. I’m sorry. I should have called and let you guys know I couldn’t make it, but things got crazy.” She smiled to ease the blow. Brad hadn’t made a secret of the fact he wanted to be more than co-workers.
His shoulders slumped in his dress shirt, and Bonnie had to admit he was a nice-looking guy, if a little bland. Blond, like Zack, he didn’t have the charisma Zack had. Brad carried himself stiffly, like a man who had to force himself to relax, where Zack usually walked around like he owned the world he couldn’t see.
“You busy Thursday? I have tickets to the symphony. They’re doing the music from Rent. I remember you saying you liked that musical, right?”
Zack let out a weird growly noise behind her, and she couldn’t help but smile. “I’m sorry, Brad. I’m seeing somebody right now.”
Brad’s eyes flicked to Zack, who must have been doing something because Brad blanched slightly before turning his gaze back to her. She wasn’t going to look, though. Zack was probably licking her hair or something else equally ridiculous, claiming her as his.
“Okay, well, then, uh …” He took a step back. “I guess I’ll let you get back to work.”
Dejected, he walked away, and Bonnie opened her file. She was r
ebranding an old restaurant in town, a barbecue joint that had been there forever but wanted a new look to draw in new customers. It would require new signage, new logo, new specials, maybe even a new menu. But first, it would require a visit from her.
“You up for barbecue for supper tonight?” she asked Zack, who was sitting stone-faced behind her, his hands buried in Shania’s scruff. “Are you pissed about something?”
“Who is that guy?” Zack asked quietly enough people around them wouldn’t hear.
“He’s a co-worker who has asked me out about sixteen times since I’ve worked here. I was supposed to meet him at South by Southwest for some people watching when I ran into you. You heard what I said to him, he’s going to stop now that he knows I’m involved. What’s your problem?”
Zack leaned in so their faces were inches away from each other, and his voice lowered to a dangerous rumble. “My problem is you’re mine, and I want to lay you out over this desk and let this entire office of Nosy Rosies see that you belong to me. I want you spread out naked underneath me so they can have absolutely no fucking doubt in their mind who you belong to and that I’m not going anywhere. But I can’t do that, now, can I? So I’m sitting back here, growling and making faces at whoever talks to you as if they have a right to.” His face lost a bit of the intensity as he smirked at her. “I can whip it out, show them how big my dick is, and then piss all around your desk, if you think that’ll work, too.”
“Well, I work here, and I like my job, so lay off the growly bits, would you? I can handle it. And please, no peeing.”
He leaned back and laced his fingers over his stomach, clearly still agitated but willing to let her deal with things.
“So … barbecue? Yes or no. I have to go visit this place and would like to kill two birds with one stone.”
“Fine. But after that, I’m fucking you raw.” He grazed his crotch in a not-so-subtle gesture only she could see. “This cock wants all up in you.”
The barbecue restaurant was predictable, and after a brief meeting with the owner to get an idea of what he wanted, she rejoined Zack at the table, where he was elbows deep in a pile of saucy ribs.
