Tempted By Trouble

by Wick, Christa

  "At least that's what I thought at the time." He leaned closer, his upper body directly over Gina's as he planted an elbow on each side of her. "I tried to put aside what I needed, to give you a little distance so we could both gain some perspective. Then other obligations started to blow up..."

  "Lacey?" she asked. He nodded but his gaze skipped away from hers. She reached up and drew it back. "Her mother isn't really sick, is she?"

  His mouth twisted with a growl. "Amanda has a terminal case of pure cuntery. She treats her daughter like shit, bitches about a blind girl's weight, won't even consider covering the cost of the surgery that could restore Lacey's sight while she drops twice as much on a weeklong tennis retreat."

  He stopped, his expression sheepish. "Sorry about the language."

  Gina barked out a laugh. The things this man had done to her and he was getting shy over language.

  "No, you’re right," she soothed. "The mother sounds like a total cunt. I just wish there was an equally powerful word to cover guys. 'Dick' doesn't even begin to convey the same kind of behavior."

  "Enough about Lacey and Amanda." His head dipped down so he could plant a kiss along Gina's neck. "I showed up at the hospital just to assure myself you were going to be okay and you had the best possible care. I only intended to peek into your room, but I couldn't force myself to leave. I wanted to gather you up in my arms and hold you until you woke and yelled at me to leave."

  Now it was Gina's turn to blush. She wouldn't lie—she had a tendency to blow up around Austin, mostly in anger from her body's reaction to him.

  "You kind of bring out the worst in me," she confessed.

  "Funny..." His lips slid a little higher up her throat to find the hollow just below her chin. "I only see amazing."

  She pushed lightly against his chest to open some distance between them. As much as she wanted his mouth and hands on her, the conversation was too important to have either one of them hiding while they talked.

  "Amazing or not, you still fired me."

  His lips slid around, but he eventually nodded. "And I still don't want you on a platform, baby. You mean too much to me."

  She huffed, fresh tension gripping her body. "If I hadn't shown up at your office—"

  "You really think I was leaving it to chance?" Rising from the bed, he pointed a finger at her as if commanding her to stay. A little jog took him to the outer suite where he scooped up his laptop case. Sliding the computer out as he returned to the bed, he plopped down next to her.

  "I did a lot of thinking and I hope I understand now." He flipped open the lid, entered a few keystrokes, put his eye up to the camera then hit the keyboard a few more times before he turned the screen in her direction. "Eyeball to the camera, baby."

  Knowing confusion twisted her features, Gina lifted her brows high and put her right eye close to the camera and held it still until the laptop beeped in acknowledgement. Finished, she scooted into a sitting position, her back against the headboard and her hands folded primly in her lap while he executed a few more commands then placed the laptop next to her.

  "What do you understand?" she asked. Other questions filled her head—like why had he just given her access to his computer—but she pushed them down, focusing on the most important one.

  "You don't want to spit on what your mother sacrificed for you and your sister."

  She stiffened at his words and tried to remember what she had said that last night they had made love versus what she had merely voiced inside her head.

  "You seem to think you have to work some kind of clearly defined legal job to do right by her. You don't want her to think you've become some kind of kept woman."

  Austin paused. Gina gave him a short nod. She hadn't really thought about it that way. She tended to react on impulse around him, all her careful planning turned to dust under the overwhelming weight of his presence.

  "But, baby, you showed up at Boudrot's to influence me on one project." Stopping for a second, he licked his lips. His mouth opened, hesitated until a restless click at the back of Gina's throat urged him on. "You slept with me to control that project."

  "No," she interrupted, her hands pressing flat against the mattress so she could push closer to him. "That was never the reason I slept with you. You said it before—you kept giving me excuses to relent to my own desires."

  "Yeah." He looked down for a second, fresh color heating his cheeks. "My motives might have been a little selfish, my strategies too daring."

  "Qui audet adipiscitur," she said then brushed her lips against his.

  Who dares wins...

  "Wrong country, I know." Settling against the headboard before her light kiss had a chance to distract Austin, she pointed at the laptop. "What's that all about?"

  Turning the computer so they could both see the screen, Austin surfed his finger across the touchpad. "Eyeball again."

  Gina leaned forward. Presenting her eye to the camera, she felt Austin lightly touch her shoulder. Warmth spread across her body from the contact. When she straightened, she didn't retreat to the headboard. She liked being close to him, had never allowed herself to casually indulge her senses when they weren't fucking.

  "Don't tempt me, baby." Chuckling, Austin put a little distance between them and redirected Gina's attention to the computer, where an organizational chart had replaced the log-in screen. "I have meetings through most of the next few days. I want you to explore the links and files, get a sense of the scope, labor policies, environmental policies, charitable donations."

  Gently securing Gina's chin, he tugged until she stared at his face. "I want you to think about exactly what you would be influencing when you're the one person whose opinion I value above all others."

  She gulped in air, blinked, shook her head. Was he serious? If so, just what was it that he was serious about?

  Pushing the laptop out of the way, Austin pulled her to him. His hands took control of her head. He brought his lips to hers, his tongue gently invading her mouth. Her toes curled as the kiss deepened. She grabbed his shirt, forgetting all her questions and wanting nothing more than to melt into him.

  "More time for that later," he teased, ending the kiss and standing up. "For once, I want to give you a chance to think about what happens next."

  She huffed, but he was right. That realization didn't keep parts of her wishing he had picked another moment to start playing fair.

  Getting on her knees on the bed, Gina accepted a sedate peck on the cheek then pretended not to study his gorgeous ass as he walked out of the room and left her to her own devices.

  19

  ‘What happens next’, when left totally up to her, was just plain trouble. And completely crazy, even for Gina.

  Hearing Austin enter the suite's bedroom and call out her name, she did her best not to second-guess her decision. She heard his footsteps approach the panel that served as a secret door between bedroom and playroom and held her breath as the door slid open.

  She knew the moment he saw her kneeling naked on a mat in the middle of the room. Because he stopped in his tracks and didn’t move a muscle.

  In the long, charged minutes following, she felt his gaze caress her flesh. And from what she could see out of the corner of her eye was promising. His cock was now fully hard, and his breathing accelerated.

  Seeing his body's instant and undeniable reaction to the sight of her on display like this before him, Gina felt a wave of relief surge inside her.

  Relief and…something else.

  Austin closed the distance between them and knelt in front of her. "Baby, why are you in here?"

  "Just because you played fair this time, doesn't mean you will again. You like to press your advantages." Her gaze dropped speculatively and a sigh escaped her. "And you are a man of many advantages..."

  She kept staring until his soft chuckle reminded her she had come into the room and waited for him with a distinct purpose.

  "This," she said, indicating the room, "Is part
of you. I know that and I don't expect it to change. What I don't know is just how hard you play and whether I can handle it."

  A nervous lick of his lips told Gina she wasn't the only one worried that she would not be able to endure the full scope of Austin's appetites.

  "So, you're saying..." Pausing, he seemed ready to rise and leave, like he was certain in the end she would rebel against his needs and he wanted to stall that eventuality as long as he could.

  "I'm saying I need you to do what you do," she answered, her fingers hooking his belt loops. "I need you to satisfy yourself completely, to not hold back."

  "And then?" He brought her hands together and turned their palms up, his gaze traveling the lines etched in the creamy skin as if he could read their future.

  "Then we'll both have our answer," she finished, withdrawing her hands and bringing them to her sides.

  "I guess we will," Austin agreed. He rose, any trace of nervousness gone by the time he straightened completely.

  Gina waited, eyes locked on the floor in front of her. She doubted there was a woman in her life who would approve of her actions at that moment. Certainly not the members of the Feminist Law Society she had joined in law school, nor, sadly, her mother who had a hard and fast rule that no man was allowed to tell her what to do.

  But this wasn't about making her mother happy. It definitely wasn't about pleasing women she only knew in passing. She wasn't trying to set an example for her younger sister about the right way to behave, although sitting there, trembling in anticipation, she would have told Nicole that the right thing to do was follow her heart.

  Stepping behind Gina, Austin lowered a blindfold and covered her eyes. She sensed him on his haunches behind her, his knees bent and randomly brushing against the sides of her waist. He ran a finger down her spine to rest at its base.

  "You made yourself ready for me?" he asked, his chin hovering over her shoulder as he whispered in her ear.

  "Yes."

  "Show me." He pushed gently upward against her bottom with one hand while the other rested on her shoulder, squeezing once to indicate when she should hold her position.

  She had been kneeling with her legs pressed together. He didn't order her to spread them. His hand rubbed against the seal of her labia. "You're dripping baby. Is this just you?"

  Gina answered with another softly voiced yes. She had showered and dried before entering the room. She hadn't thought to apply any lube to her body, not knowing when he would return and trusting him to make sure that whatever he decided to do to her would not cause any damage.

  Her body had taken care of the rest, her excitement instant and fluid the second the panel slid open and Austin locked his hot gaze on her.

  His fingers trailed from her drenched slit up her perineum to that other hole.

  "You need a safe word, Gina," he cautioned. "Something you won't forget."

  "Alice," she answered.

  He seemed to choke on her response for a second. "Your mother's name?"

  Gina nodded.

  "I'm not sure she would approve," he mused as his finger slowly traced the perimeter of her anus.

  "Probably not," she moaned as his tender circling of that mahogany knot caused more cream to squeeze from her pussy. "But she'll always keep me safe."

  "So will I, love." Wrapping his hand around Gina's throat, Austin squeezed lightly as his finger pushed into her ass.

  Fighting the urge to tense against his fingers, she forced her breathing slower. That night at his home so many months ago, when he had offered her the compliance officer position, he had said he would fuck her there before she left his bed. He had fingered and licked that tight hole, but his long, thick cock had never breached it.

  The hand at her throat gave another squeeze. "You're opening every orifice to me tonight."

  "Yes." The images his words evoked made her heart beat faster, harder. She had fantasized about taking him into her mouth despite her certainty that she could not take all of him.

  "You're going to learn to suck me down to the base." His hand left her throat to pluck roughly at her nipples. "I'll clamp these. A suction pump here..."

  He pressed against her mound and the fast swelling clit still wedged between her labia. Simultaneously, she felt him add a finger to the one invading her ass, the digits pressed together to stretch her, especially when he sank them all the way inside the tight space.

  He withdrew.

  "Stand," Austin ordered.

  Gina obeyed. He told her to spread her feet. She complied again. His hands landed on her butt cheeks with a hard smack. He pulled them apart, his tongue teasing the hole his fingers had stopped fucking the second before. The contrast between the narrow, wet tip of his tongue and the dry, calloused fingers forced a cry from Gina's throat, the overwhelming tenderness with which he licked undoing her more than any pain could accomplish.

  At Gina's cry, Austin rose. He guided her hands upward above her head and told her to keep them there. She heard him walking around the room, running water, pressing buttons, sliding objects around that she could only guess at. She had explored the playroom before his arrival, but hadn't been able to figure out all of the latches on the cabinets. She suspected the keycard half poking out of his pants was the answer.

  Returning to Gina, Austin strapped her arms together then coaxed Gina onto the balls of her feet. He lifted her even higher, securing the wrist restraints to some kind of winch. Finished, she heard the sound of something on caster wheels being rolled toward her.

  A bench maybe.

  Yes, a bench. He helped her on, tied her ankles to side bars so that she was forced to keep her pussy exposed to his touch. She could tell as he positioned her on the surface of the bench that there were holes in it.

  She didn't realize the whole thing had a hydraulic lift until Austin caused the top surface to sink lower. Her breathing turned harsh. She started to lose track of where she was at in the room—how far from the door, how close to the floor.

  A second mechanical sound pushed her toward panic.

  Thunk-thunk-thunk.

  The sound stopped and then she felt something push up through the hole in the bench. Something thick and rubbery. She heard and felt lube being squirted—on the dildo, around the opening of her sex, deep up in her pussy where Austin used his fingers to work it even deeper. And then he put the dildo inside her and the slow, inexorable thunk-thunk-thunk restarted.

  A fucking machine...

  She didn't know which would give out first—her heart, her lungs, or her mind.

  "Every hole, baby." Austin punctuated the reminder with the slow slide of his zipper. Easing the tension on the winch that secured her arms, he pulled Gina forward and down. The straps around her ankles ensured that her pussy stayed in place so the machine could continue to slow fuck her toward insanity.

  With one hand curled around the back of Gina's head and the other around his thick shaft, he introduced her mouth to his fat cock. It felt bigger than the rubber facsimile pounding relentlessly in and out of her. Maybe it was just that her mouth was smaller, or at least less accommodating.

  "Kiss me, Gina."

  The contractions running through her pussy jerked harder inside Gina as her lips glossed the tip of his erection. Tasting the salty tang of his pre-cum, she flicked her tongue against the head for more.

  Austin groaned and tightened his grip on the back of her skull.

  Down she went as the dildo pushed deep up inside her. Her body shook from the strain of the position and her attempt to hold her first climax at bay.

  "Don't fight it, love."

  She wasn't sure whether he meant his length or her impending release. Both were overwhelming. She found she couldn't suck and squeeze at the same time, not without injuring him. He must have sensed the danger because he pulled out and filled her mouth with his fingers, sliding them in deeper than his cock had gone as her first climax slammed through her.

  His hand uncurled from her hair for a sec
ond, his fingers still fucking their way toward the back of her throat as he slowed the pace of the machine beneath her. He pulled his fingers out, coaxed her head lower. Long pauses in the thrusts delivered to her pussy allowed Austin to feed his cock into Gina until he had her stuffed at both ends. Carefully, she breathed through her nose, her throat convulsing around the big cock and making him groan.

  When the head and two thirds of his shaft were buried inside her, Austin adjusted the speed on the dildo's thrusts and set it to vibrating.

  Her eyes rolled back. Her body jerked and bucked within the restraints as she came hard. The small flicker of thought that remained to her marveled that Austin had not yet orgasmed, while she had twice climaxed...

  Thrice, her mind screamed as a fresh assault of pleasure slammed through her.

  Gina's arms went slack.

  "Are you with me, baby?" Austin asked, easing from her and unhooking her wrist restraints from the winch.

  "Yes," she groaned between the rolling contractions of her cunt.

  "Good," he said and slid an extension of the bench's surface in front of her. He locked the extension in place, then hooked her wrist restraints to its end.

  "Because I have so much more planned for your sweet, sexy body before I release you."

  20

  A fresh rush of need twitched its way through her pussy as the aftershocks of her climax threatened to explode in yet another orgasm.

  She rocked back and forth, humping air and squeezing her thighs. She wasn’t sure how much more of this intense, concentrated, relentless pleasure she could take.

  Leather circled her waist then, distracting her for a second. With nothing more than a soft murmuring sound directed her way, Austin gently placed a second piece of leather between her legs, the wide strip running from just below her navel to the same spot on the other side, just above her tailbone.

  Metal clicks sounded as he hooked the gusset to the strap circling her stomach. Another click and then the winch was hoisting her bottom up.