Defensive Zone (The Dartmouth Cobras #2)

by Bianca Sommerland

  He watched her slide up the shadowy stairwell and nodded to himself. You've got one, sweetheart.

  Chapter Three

  By the time Silver reached the top step, her nerves had taken a hike. She combed her fingers through her hair, fluffed it, and took a deep breath. A butt clench brought back the sharp pain from the spanking and the mess of emotions that had come with it. Rage, mortification, disgust—mostly in herself. For a split second, her mind had gone to a place where she actually wanted Dean to punish her, where she felt like she deserved it.

  They do say crack kills brain cells. She smirked, rubbing the tiny vial in her purse through the fabric, and tightened her grip on the pale blue, fleece blanket Landon had wrapped around her. Really, it was no wonder that she'd gotten all confused down there—Dean was a hunky piece of manflesh. She liked it rough sometimes and he could definitely scratch that particular itch.

  Before she could change her mind and consider just how rough things might get, she lifted her fist and rapped softly on the door.

  "One minute!" Dean called.

  A bang! followed by cursing, made her wince. Okay, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

  The door flew open just as she was about to retreat. "Wh—Silver?"

  His gaze swept over her and instinct took charge. She stepped forward and let the blanket fall.

  He shook his head. "Silver—"

  "I've taken all the humiliation I can stand for one night, Dean." She flattened her hands on his chest, fingering the buttons of his shirt and keeping her eyes downcast because she knew he'd like that. "Don't make me beg."

  Letting out a skin tingling chuckle, he wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her against him. "As if you would."

  "If that's what I have to do for you to take me . . . ."

  "Take you . . . ." He ran his thumbs over the soft curve of her stomach and sparks with wings skittered around within. Her muscles jumped and he tilted his head slightly, studying her. "Are you sure? The spanking shook you pretty bad. You wouldn't even let me—"

  She put a finger over his lips. "I'm still pissed at you about that. Don't remind me. All you need to know is I know exactly what I'm doing."

  "Do you?" He drew her away from the door and swung it closed. Then he pressed his eyes shut and gave his head a little shake. "Damn woman, I hope that's true, because I'm in no condition to be the sane one here."

  A throaty laugh escaped her. She rose up on her tiptoes and spoke with her lips close to his. "Are you drunk?"

  "Not quite." His eyelids lowered and his lips curled. The hint of alcohol on his breath made her mouth water. He flicked his tongue over her bottom lip. "But I've had enough to accept your offer, even though I should make you get dressed and send you home in a cab." His hot breath caressed her lips. "Even though we'll both regret this tomorrow."

  We will, won't we? Doubt crawled into her mind, but she squashed it like a gnat. She smiled, her mouth just over his. "I wouldn't want you thinking I took advantage of you. Call a cab if you want."

  "Not likely." With that he claimed her mouth with a fierce kiss that promised all she'd come for. She moaned as his teeth tugged at her bottom lip. He clenched his fists in her hair and his tongue delved deep into her mouth, thrusting, possessing, driving her mad as the rest of her body screamed for the same attention.

  Together they stumbled into his living room. He helped her remove his shirt without breaking his assault on her mouth and then fell onto the sofa. She undid his pants, pulled out his dick, and explored the hot, thick length with her hands while he dug his fingers into her shoulder and practically dragged her into his lap.

  "You've had me fucking bursting at the seams since the moment you walked into my club—before I even knew who you were, I wanted you." He let his head fall back and groaned as she fisted her hand around his cock and rubbed the head against her wet folds. "And when you took everything I could give—"

  "Not everything." She slid to her knees and flicked her tongue over the tip of him, tasting her own musky arousal mixed with his salty precum. "Not yet."

  In one smooth, practiced motion, she had his full length in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat as she bobbed her head. His pulse pounded against her tongue and she swallowed, sucking harder and harder until he grunted and jerked her to her feet.

  "Enough. I want more than your mouth." He belied the comment by taking her mouth, stealing her breath and her strength with a kiss that slammed the door on her illusions of being in control. "I have condoms in my wallet."

  She shook her head and looked around. Her purse was on the floor by the blanket. She fetched it and dug inside for her stash. "I come prepared."

  His expression darkened, but he held still as she covered him. He didn't speak until she climbed onto him and moved to take him inside her. "Stop."

  Eyes wide, she stared at him. "What?"

  He grabbed her wrists and roughly drew them behind her back. Holding them with one hand, he patted her thigh with the other. "Open."

  A shudder passed through her as she tested his grip. He might as well have shackled her. Part of her rebelled, wanting to take charge, but lust spilled over and she surrendered to it, willing to let him lead the way if it would end with her being filled up and satisfied.

  She spread her thighs as far apart as she could and whimpered as he angled her back. He slipped a finger between her folds and drew it over her clit.

  "Look at that pretty pussy." He opened her with his finger and thumb. "You're so wet, sweetheart." He slowly pushed one finger inside her. "Hot and tight. I think you've been needing this for awhile, pet."

  She gasped and threw her head back as she thrust her hips forward. "Yes!"

  "How long has it been since you had a nice, hard dick in your cunt, Silver?"

  "Too long! Please!"

  "Soon." He lowered his head and caught a nipple with his teeth. Exquisite pain speared straight down and she let out a desperate, keening sound. He teased the tip of her nipple with his tongue, then glanced up at her. "Sensitive nipples. Do you think your men will notice if I leave them nice and red?"

  "No." Her eyes teared up and she swallowed. The last few times Asher had fucked her ass, he'd left her shirt and bra on. Her breasts didn't interest him. "Dean . . . I don't want to talk about them."

  "Poor baby." He shook his head and lapped a circle around her other nipple. "Forget them." His finger pushed in deep and he curved it forward, holding her still as she squirmed. "Right now, you're all mine. And I happen to love your breasts."

  She panted as he sucked her breast into his mouth. Fuck!

  Too much. With just his finger in her cunt, and his lips on her breast, he made her feel more than she could ever recall feeling. She bucked and quivered as he fucked her languorously with that one finger, licking and nibbling at first one breast, then the other, until the nerves in both burst into flames. Her core clenched around his finger and she tumbled into a fast, hard orgasm. The pleasure blanked her mind and she collapsed onto him, hardly even noticing that he'd released her hands as she clung to him.

  "I'm not done with you." He pressed her head against his chest. "But I think you need a minute."

  She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. "No. More. Please."

  "No more?" He laughed when she sat up straight. "I'm teasing, pet. Clasp your hands behind your neck. I need to be inside you."

  Shifting to give him easier access, she twined her fingers under her hair, not caring anymore that he'd taken over. The way he took away her choices, they way he forced her to slow down, made her feel more of what he was doing to her. She'd never been so aware of her body. So aware of the man she was with. His hand on the small of her back, his other around his dick, made her throb with anticipation. He helped her rise up just enough to slip himself into her entrance. Then he grasped her hips and yanked her down hard.

  "Oh!" She dropped her head onto his shoulder, shaking as her body adjusted to him. A little too long, a little . . . too . .
. thick. He stretched her more than any man she'd ever been with. "Wait. Wait."

  "Yes. I can tell." He let out a gruff sound and held her tight. "Jesus, Silver, hold long has it been? You should have told me." He put his hand under her chin and kissed her. "Why? Why would you do this to yourself?"

  No no no! She gulped against the tightening in her throat. He couldn't do this. Not now. He was a means to an end. That was it. Her relationship with Asher and Cedric was none of his fucking business.

  A little honesty would get him moving. "You're a lot . . . bigger than I'm used to. But you've got me so wet I think I can—"

  "You can." He glided his lips down her throat, then laid a gentle kisses over each of her breasts. "I would grab your ass and make you take me deeper, but that would hurt. And I don't want to hurt you anymore. I just want to feel you around me."

  Her hips rose. She lowered slowly. And sucked in air as his dick forced all the delicate tissues within to expand. "You aren't hurting me You're driving me insane. I want you fuck me hard on the floor. I want to be under you—"

  "That's not happening tonight, love" He stroked her bottom, pressing lightly with his fingertips until she moaned at the sweet bite of pain. "If you're under me, all the pressure will be on the bruises. If you weren't so tight, I'd try it, but together, it's too much. Lift up a bit. Take me, baby."

  She lifted up and braced herself. "Don't hold back."

  "I won't."

  He fucked up into her, harder, faster, his fingers digging into her flesh as he made her meet every violent thrust. All the while she kept her hands locked behind her neck, never questioning his control. Only once she reached the edge of another climax did he slow, easing her back just enough that the denial became torture. He lifted her a bit higher and teased her sporadically clenching entrance with the head of his cock, penetrating her over and over until she gasped a wordless plea.

  "Ask me, Silver." He stroked in a bit deeper, then resumed his shallow thrusts. "Ask if you may come."

  Her lips parted and her tongue stumbled on the words. "Let me. Please let me."

  "Say 'Please let me come, Sir'."

  Everything inside her tightened and she screamed. "Let me come, Sir!"

  "With pleasure." He slammed into her and held her down, rocking his hips, drawing her orgasm out until the ecstasy gained a sharpness that brinked on pain. His dick throbbed and she cried as the pulsing within yanked her up to the peak yet again. He reached between them and roughly manipulated her clit. "Give me another one, baby. Just one more. Give it to me now!"

  Tears spilled down her cheeks as she came violently, the glorious agony ripping through her so abruptly that she collapsed onto him and made a sound that scored her throat. Every tiny movement within made her wince. She brought her hands down and pressed her clenched fists to his chest.

  "Don't. Move." She rubbed her wet cheeks against his shoulder and tried to remember how to breathe. "I'm begging you. Sir. Master. Whatever. Please don't move."

  "Shh." He stroked her hair and her back, whispering. "I won't move until you're ready."

  "Thank you." She closed her eyes and let herself go slack as exhaustion took over. "Oh thank you."

  * * * *

  Dean tucked Silver into his bed and eyed the bottle of whiskey on his nightstand. He wanted to blame the alcohol for what he'd let happen, but that was a copout. Granted, his inhibitions had taken a beating, but even stone cold fucking sober, he doubted he would have turned her down. Sainthood had never been on his to-do list. Then again, fucking his boss's daughter hadn't been on there either. He considered himself an intelligent businessman, and being with Silver Delgado was a bad idea on so many levels.

  Not that he could find it in himself to care.

  You're a fucking hypocrite, Richter. He thought back on telling Mason off for getting involved with Oriana months earlier and sighed. At least Mason had been serious about the girl. Things between him and Silver had gone way too fast.

  What am I going to do with you, little one?

  He stretched out at her side and brought a strand of pale gold hair to his lips. She looked damn good in his bed, her lips swollen and red from his kisses, long black lashes resting lightly on her flush cheeks giving her an almost innocent allure.

  A snort escaped him. Silver was anything but innocent. Her inexperience in the lifestyle didn't change the fact that she'd been around the block a time or two. She took what she wanted, and for some reason, she'd wanted him.

  But he wanted more. The things he would do to her, if given a chance—his dick hardened at the thought of having her wrapped up in his ropes, completely helpless, her responsive body available to him, her mind shut down, nothing in her head except for what he'd make her feel.

  For what seemed like hours, he lay there, determined to let her rest. But as he drifted off to sleep she shifted and his hand glided down from her hip to the hot, moist slit between her thighs. He had to force himself to roll away from her long enough to find a condom, but as soon as he was covered, he gently drew one of her legs over his hip and slid into her.

  "Mmm, Dean." She wiggled and turned her head, her eyes still closed as she sought his lips. "I like you inside me."

  He kissed her and twined their hands together, drawing them up between her breasts as he held her tight. His lips skimmed over hers as he whispered, "I enjoy being inside you. I debated leaving you alone for the rest of the night, but you tempt me without any effort at all."

  She giggled and slipped her lips down to his throat. "It's a natural talent. My photographer told me I have a fuck-me face."

  Dean decided if he ever met this photographer, he would make him eat his fucking camera. "A fuck-me face. Hmm. What about the men who want more than a quick fuck, Silver? Surely you've had a few?"

  "Yes." She nipped his neck. "But I tend to avoid them. The drama isn't worth it. You're not one of those sappy, we-had-sex-and-I-want-to-keep-you types, are you?"

  "Who me?" He let out a dry laugh. "I don't go for the drama either. I'm usually careful about choosing subs from the club to play with—some get attached after you make them come. I take it you're not that kind of girl."

  "Nope." She moaned as he fully sheathed himself into her hot, wet cunt. "Should I put that on my club resume?"

  "We will not discuss you finding another Dom now." He thrust in, letting his pelvis hit her abused butt hard enough to remind her of the bruises he'd left. "You've already taken on more than you can handle, pet. I'm not usually this nice."

  "Nice?"

  "Nice. I'd love to see how far I can push you, but I'm feeling generous. Just enjoy it."

  "That sounds lovely." She ground her hips down and took him deeper. "I've imagined so many different positions with you, Dean. This wasn't one of them, but I like it."

  He worked himself in and out of her at a lax pace, wondering what those positions were, and when she'd imagined them. Someday soon, he'd make her tell him. For the moment it was enough that she'd lowered her guard enough to say what she had. "Good. Because I plan to take my time with you. I will know your body better than you do."

  Her pussy squeezed him, but it wasn't quite erotic. She was trying to pull away from him, not physically, but emotionally.

  And just like that, her guard was back up.

  "Let's keep this about sex."

  "Why?" He smoothed his hands up her sides and over her breasts, molding them and brushing her nipples lightly with his fingertips. Gentle pleasure to soothe her. "What are you afraid of, Silver?"

  She went utterly still, then gyrated her hips in a way that told him they were done talking. "Fuck me, Dean. Fuck me hard and fast and make me come. That's all that matters."

  He couldn't fuck her the way she wanted him to without hurting her, and something told him that wasn't what she really needed. So he pulled her flush against his body and kept a steady rhythm, ignoring her efforts to make him go faster.

  "I want you, just like this." He chuckled and kissed her throat when s
he groaned. "Keep fighting me and I won't let you come at all. I'm close. I can be a bastard and just take what I want without giving you anything."

  "I don't doubt that."

  "Enough. You're in my bed, in my arms. I'm deep inside you, and I can feel how much you're enjoying this. Don't force me to pull out and find my cuffs."

  She squeezed him tight. "Handcuffs?"

  "No. Something that will hold you without damaging you."

  "Handcuffs never hurt me much."

  "Because they were just a prop." He drove in and stayed there, gripping tight to her waist so she couldn't move away. "When you wear my restraints, you'll know the difference. I would love nothing more than to have you spread eagle on my bed, completely open to me."

  "You're really into the dominant thing, aren't you?" She closed her eyes and rested her head back in the crook between his shoulder and his neck. "You don't have sex without being in control."

  "No. I don't." He took her wrists, pinned one under his body, and held the other between her thighs. "And you don't really enjoy sex unless the man takes control."

  "That's not true."

  "It is. I know you don't want to talk about them, but I think you should. Does Asher play the Dom with you? Does he hold you down and takes your ass despite your protests? I can imagine you getting off on that. Then you don't have to think about how he's using you."

  "No, it's not like that!"

  "Yes, it is." He released her hand and slipped his between her butt cheeks. "Play with yourself, Silver. I'm going to finger your ass."

  "Don't!" She clenched as he worked his fingers between her butt cheeks, using her own juices as lube as he forced his fingers into the tight hole. "My pussy is all yours. But please, please don't do that."

  "I won't fuck your ass. Not tonight." He pushed his thick fingers into her and moved them in time with the thrusting of his dick. "But I will take all of you. You enjoy this. You're a little ass slut, aren't you? That's why you thought your gay men could satisfy you."

  "Oh! Oh!" She bucked and cried out. Her asshole clamped around his fingers. "I didn't know!"