by Talia Hunter
She pulled a condom out of the pack, ripped it open and rolled it on him. He was barely sheathed before he pushed into her.
She gasped, her thighs lifting higher. For a moment he was afraid he’d hurt her, but then she wrapped her legs around his backside, drawing him in even deeper.
“Ally,” he groaned aloud. Her head was thrown back, her eyes half closed and her hair tumbling around her shoulders. She was gorgeous. No wonder he was out of his mind with wanting her.
He plunged into her again and again. With one hand he gripped her lower back so he could push himself deep inside her, with the other he pushed down the front of her corset until her breasts were free of it. The sight of their perfect curves crowned with two hard, pink nipples almost took him over the edge and he had to clench his jaw and concentrate on hanging on.
Max took one of her nipples in his mouth and sucked it. Abby let out a cry of pleasure. She panted louder and faster, sounding as though she was close to climax. Max moved both hands down to her butt, lifting her from the stool to thrust in and out of her with devastating strokes. She clung to him, her fingernails digging into his bare shoulders hard enough to draw blood. Her head dropped back, her hair swaying from side to side with each stroke. His mouth found her neck again, licking and biting wherever he could reach. She tasted warm and slightly salty, and her hair smelled like apples. Shit, he was going to come.
He bit the side of her neck, under her earlobe, and her fingernails dug into his shoulders painfully. She drew in a long breath, the calm before the storm, then gave a loud shuddering cry and spasmed uncontrollably. The force of her orgasm tightened her opening around his sheath, and he couldn’t hold on any longer. His own cry joined hers and he came in endless waves, his seed spurting out with such strength it felt like it would never stop.
Finally he closed his eyes and pulled her tight against his body, utterly drained. “Ally,” he whispered.
He removed the condom and she stroked his back, her panting breaths slowing. She kissed his neck softly, then nuzzled against his ear, her hot breath sending shivers over his skin. She felt so good. Her hardened nipples rubbed against his chest and she ran her fingernails down his spine. She fit against him like her body had been designed especially for his. And he wasn’t finished with her yet, give him a minute and he’d show her how the warm air she was blowing across his ear was keeping a part of his body awake that should have been beyond stirring again so quickly.
She moved her hands to his shoulders, and found the scratches she’d clawed into him. He flinched when she touched them and her head jerked up. She ran one finger gently over the marks, biting her lip. Then she gave him a slow, shy smile. “I haven’t done that before.” Was that satisfaction he detected in her voice?
He tightened his arms around her, liking the fact that he’d made her lose control. What if she said the same thing to all her clients? The thought was unwelcome and he pushed it away. Why ruin a mind-blowing experience by letting reality intrude? “You can carve some more lines in my back,” he said. “I’m not done with you yet.”
She drew back and put her hand on his chest. “No. I let you be Max once, but that’s it. Now you do what I say.”
“Order me to make love to you again.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Thomas.” She dragged her fingernails slowly down his chest and over the hard ridges of his abs. The sharp pain made his blood pump faster. Now he really was hardening again. Her eyes widened as she saw him getting bigger.
He ran his hands up her thighs and when his fingers reached her wet sex, she gasped. She was still aroused. He stroked her softly with his thumb and she clenched her jaw, letting her head drop back. She dug her hands into his waist and gave a moan that left him no doubt she wanted him again. If he hadn’t already been stiffening, that low, sexy sound would have set him off.
He raised one hand to smooth back a strand of hair that had fallen over her eyes, but she grabbed his wrist.
“If you don’t obey, I’ll be forced to punish you.”
Not an option. He wouldn’t let anyone humiliate him, not even Ally. He gritted his teeth. What he was doing was wrong – he should stay in character. But how, when his lust was a physical ache, a need so intense it consumed him? Even her tight grip on his wrist made his skin hum with desire. He wanted her with every cell in his body. No, he needed her, to be inside her again. To possess her.
“Ally, give me tonight.” His voice came out sounding harsh and urgent. “One night. Thomas will do anything you ask tomorrow, but tonight I can’t be anyone but myself.”
Her half lowered lids squeezed completely shut. She was breathing hard, almost panting. Was she trying to fight her own lust? If it was even half as strong as his, there was no way she could win.
Her hand loosened from his wrist and he stroked her hair back. She opened her eyes. They were silver, shining with desire.
“One night,” she whispered.
He lifted her off the stool and she clung to him, linking her legs around his back. He stepped carefully over the broken glass, carrying her toward his bedroom. He was going to lie her down on his bed and make his one night last a long, long time. He’d explore her beautiful body with his hands and mouth, enjoying every inch her of her before he entered her again. He put his face in her hair and took her scent into his lungs. Then he kicked the bedroom door shut behind them.
Chapter Seven
Ally woke up feeling amazing. She’d never experienced anything like the lust that had consumed her last night¸ and she’d certainly never had sex like that before. The men she’d dated in college had been bland and unmemorable in comparison. And Barry… well, sex with him wasn’t something she wanted to remember. She’d grown to dread his touch.
If only she’d realized what she’d been missing out on all these years. She’d never guessed she could orgasm so intensely that it felt like she was literally dying from pleasure. Let alone the fact she’d done it five times. Between her legs was a dull ache reminding her she hadn’t used that particular part of her anatomy in quite some time, but the sense of relaxed well-being she was enjoying more than made up for it.
When Max had carried her to his bed, he’d managed to coax another three orgasms from her, when she’d have sworn she was already utterly spent. But when he fell asleep, she’d managed to gather what last shreds of sanity she had left and escape to her own room. Bad enough she’d let him take charge and make love to her. She could still keep up the pretense she was the one calling the shots, but not if she woke up next to him. She could imagine how he’d entice her into spending the morning in bed, and then she was likely to lose her mind completely and do whatever he wanted for the rest of the week.
Ally jumped out of bed, stretched, and smiled. She felt great, and it wasn’t totally due to the mind-blowing orgasms she’d experienced, it was also waking up in this lovely, tidy room. Though she’d felt drained and feeble by the time she’d staggered to her bedroom last night, she’d still put her clothes away instead of dropping them on the floor. She’d gotten far too used to waking up in a space filled with mess, overdue invoices, and reminders of her own failure, that she hadn’t realized how much it was getting her down. At least with her things neat, she could pretend everything was under control, even if it wasn’t entirely true.
She looked to the closed wardrobe and her smile faded. Her laptop was in there, waiting for her to write another story. The thought made her joy vanish and she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, wishing she wasn’t here on false pretenses. It felt even worse lying to Max after the night they’d shared. It made her wish she could forget the whole thing. Besides, the lawyer might not find a way out of the contract she’d signed, so it could be a waste of time anyway.
But if she gave up on the stories so easily, she’d be betraying both Geena and Lacey. How would she explain her sudden attack of the guilts to her sister and best friend when they were all living on the street?
No, she knew what she had to do. Ally pulled her lap
top out and typed up a story quickly, not giving herself time for any more hesitation. She described the hours of rehearsal and then stopped. No way would she write about what had happened last night, not for any money. Who cared if an account of hot sex with Max Oberon would rate off the charts? There were some lines she wouldn’t cross, not even if the three of them were starving to death and begging passersby for coins.
She finished the story quickly, then put it firmly out of her mind. The one thing that might appease her guilt for betraying Max was to be the best damn dominatrix she could be. It was up to her to make him become a convincing Thomas, and that meant she couldn’t afford to let him be Max again, no matter how amazing it had felt last night when he’d taken charge and claimed her body for his own.
I’m strong. I can tame him. I’m in control.
She showered and put on a light summer dress, repeating her new mantra to herself over and over, until she finally felt ready. I’m Mistress Ally. I can do this.
She found Max in the kitchen. He wore a pair of shorts, T-shirt, and running shoes, and was drinking a big glass of water. Man, he looked hot enough to melt the paint off the walls. He must have cleaned the kitchen because the floor was clean of broken glass and crockery, and every surface was shining.
“Morning, beautiful.” He put his glass down and gave her a smile that bought out a trace of dimples and made her legs feel weak. “I’ll be back soon.”
“Where are you going?”
He tapped the schedule that was stuck to the fridge. “I slept in and now I’m late for my run.”
“Not so fast, hotshot.” Ally strode over and tugged the schedule off the fridge door. She held it up in front of him, and then ripped it carefully down the middle. Opening her fingers, she let the two halves drift to the floor. “I’m starving.” She put her hands on her hips, daring him to object. “Cook me a nice breakfast and I might let you go for a run later.”
His jaw tightened and he looked toward the door. For a moment she was sure he’d leave anyway, and she held her breath, her stomach clenching. What would she do if he did? There was no way to make him obey her, was there? Maybe she should try using the riding crop Geena had packed for her.
I’m Mistress Ally. I can tame him.
His gaze came back to her. “What would you like for breakfast?”
It was a start. She almost slid onto the bar stool they’d made love on last night, but at the last moment chose the one next to it. “What’s on the menu?”
“I was going to have an egg white omelet after my run.”
“Sounds great, but put the yolks in mine, and don’t be stingy with the cheese. For some reason I’m extra hungry this morning.”
He laughed. “Yes ma’am.”
She watched him cook, admiring everything about him, from his perfect face to his muscled thighs and calves. His movements were quick and efficient, and the omelet he put in front of her was impossibly fluffy. Was there anything he couldn’t do? She couldn’t imagine there’d be anything that threw him, or made him the least bit uncertain. She’d never met anyone as relentlessly together as he was. In that respect he was her polar opposite, at least until she came here and started faking it. At least if she could overcome this challenge and tame a man like Max Oberon, fixing the rest of her messy life would be a breeze.
He made coffees for them both, and then took a seat beside her with his omelet. She ate slowly, thinking hard while she enjoyed the meal. Finally she pushed her plate away. When they’d both finished, she spoke.
“Let’s talk about last night, the way you took control. Thomas would never have done that.”
“You’re right.” He grinned. “I think we need to try it again until we get it right.” He reached out and ran one finger down the back of her bare arm. Crap. How come his slightest touch made her body react? Goose bumps and shivers much? And her nipples had instantly gone hard enough to put out somebody’s eye.
She cleared her throat, fighting not to let him see the way her body had sprung to attention. “I won’t allow you to do that again. From now on, we do things my way.”
He nodded slowly, his smile vanishing. “You’re right, of course,” he said using Thomas’s accent. “We’re not here for fun, and I shouldn’t have gotten carried away last night. I apologize.”
Something inside her protested at losing Max right when she was getting to know him, but she pushed it down hard. “Good. Some of the more sexual scenes in the movie are coming up soon. Last night needed to happen for you to get it out of your system, but from now, don’t forget your place.” Man, she was so full of crap. Last night needed to happen so he could get it out of his system? She’d been panting with lust, wanting him to make love to her so badly she’d all but forgotten she was supposed to be in charge. Thank heaven he didn’t laugh in her face.
“Yes, Mistress,” he said using Thomas’s voice. He took her empty plate and went to the sink to wash it. While his back was turned, she bit her lip hard, silently cursing herself for the way her heart had contracted. So she wanted Max, not Thomas. She had to get over it. Just like he’d said, they weren’t here for fun, and falling for a man she could never have would make an already impossible situation even worse. It was a good thing he’d be Thomas from now on, because Thomas was easier to resist.
“Leave the washing up,” she ordered. She needed to make sure he knew she was serious. “I have other plans for today.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Ally gritted her teeth. The ‘Yes Mistress’ stuff was already starting to get on her nerves. Or perhaps it was because those words felt so wrong coming from Max, even when he said them in Thomas’s voice. He was a force of nature, and when he was being himself she couldn’t imagine him submissive. But then, they were both playing parts that didn’t fit them. In spite of all her mantras, she still felt weird giving him orders this morning. It had been easier last night when she wore a corset and no knickers. Wait. Maybe that’s what was missing? How could she expect to feel comfortable acting like a dominatrix wearing a summer dress with flowers on it? She had to go and change.
He was standing in the kitchen, watching her, waiting for her to tell him what to do. She couldn’t just leave him while she changed. She’d get him to wait in the living room… no, that room had no curtains. She wasn’t going to put on something sexy from the bag Geena had given her, and walk into a bright, sunny room feeling self-conscious and with her thighs wobbling. Where else could they go? His bedroom? At least it had curtains, but going into that room would remind them both of last night’s epic love making session. Oh well, couldn’t be helped.
“Come on.” She got off her stool and strode down the hall and into his bedroom without looking behind to see if he followed. His scent lingered in the room, and she breathed it deeply. Most people smelled musty and stale in the mornings, so how was it fair that his room smelled so good? His bed was neatly made, although they’d torn all the linen off it last night. Yeah, of course he’d made it; why was she surprised? She turned, and thank goodness he’d obeyed her and was standing just inside. She nodded at the bed. “Lie down.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Suddenly he sounded enthusiastic, and she suppressed a smile while she tugged his curtains closed, shutting out the bright sunshine and making the room dim.
“You’ll wait here for me. No matter how long I take, you won’t move.”
He lay down obediently, and she left him and went back to her bedroom. When she’d first seen the black latex bodysuit Geena had put in her bag, she would have sworn she’d never wear it. But now it seemed like just the thing.
# # #
Max lay back on the bed with his hands linked behind his head, waiting for Ally. No, that was wrong, Thomas wouldn’t lie in such a confident position. He moved his hands down to his sides. Better. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, concentrating on becoming Thomas. He’d do whatever his Mistress told him to do without complaint or hesitation. No, more than that. Thomas had done what Cora told him be
cause he enjoyed it. Max needed to learn how to relax and give over control to Ally.
He heard high heels on the wooden floor and opened his eyes. He sucked in his breath. “Wow.”
She was wearing a shiny black suit that clung so tightly to her gorgeous curves it looked like it could have been painted on. The zipper that ran down the front was unzipped almost to her belly button, and her breasts were partly uncovered. Two glorious globes teased him from the opening of her suit, her nipples only just covered. Before now, he would have said the black leather dominatrix look didn’t do it for him, but she’d well and truly changed his mind. She was carrying a cloth bag with The Gee Spot printed on the side.
She put the bag down beside the bed, while he admired the way the suit glistened, and the way her breasts moved when she bent over. He wanted to ask what was in the bag, but Thomas would wait until she chose to tell him. She didn’t say anything, just opened the bag and pulled out some candles. She put a couple on each bedside table and lit them. The candlelight danced, flickering and beautiful. It transformed the familiar room into a mysterious, intimate world where anything might happen.
Once the candles were lit, she stood in front of him with her legs slightly apart. In her tight bodysuit and tall high heels she looked like the dictionary definition of sexy. In fact, she looked a little like Halle Berry in the movie Catwoman, only Ally’s body was more lusciously rounded, and in his opinion, much hotter. She slowly ran her hands over her body, stroking over the curves of her breasts, waist, and hips. Shit. It was obvious he was getting hard, the flimsy running shorts he still wore didn’t hide anything. And by the way her gaze lingered on him, and the seductiveness of her smile, she was enjoying the fact that he couldn’t control his reaction to her.
Without saying a word, but with her movements exaggerated as though she were acting out a pantomime, she slowly bent and picked up the bag. She opened it and glanced at him with a coy look, drawing out the tension. Damn, he loved her playfulness, the way she made everything fun.
