Stiff Discipline

by Ember Cole

  “Come.”

  One final stinging bite of pain sends me catapulting over the edge into a bittersweet bliss that ravishes my entire body. Light bursts in my vision as I fight to keep my gaze locked with his. Everything is fuzzy. Blood pounds in my ears. I suck air into my lungs, swallow against a rawness in my throat.

  I can’t keep the sobs inside.

  The orgasm was too much, especially on the heels of the first one. I’m never going to be able to put myself back together again. Daniel leans forward and lightly runs his tongue up and over my clit. A fresh wave of aftershocks rock me, and my leg gives out and I’m falling.

  But I don’t. Because Daniel is there, and his arm is solid and strong around my waist. He stands and when my other leg finds the floor, he pulls me to his chest, reaching up to release my hands.

  I sag against him. Mini shocks are still making me jerk, and my breathing is wobbly and erratic. The urge to laugh bubbles in my throat. I have no idea why. He lifts me and carries me to the bed, then gently lays me down. I automatically lift my arms to him.

  I need him near. I want him next to me.

  He climbs in, fully dressed, and lies behind me. His arms are warm, and I press back against his body, feeling satisfied and safe. It takes several minutes to come back to my body, for the shaking to stop. The whole time Daniel holds me, whispers in my ear, strokes the hair back from my sweaty face.

  His lips are soft against my temple.

  But when he moves to free the belt from my hands, I roll over and shake my head. His eyes are dark and hungry, and I know he wants me. I’m not letting him pull away again.

  “I want you.” There is no hesitation in my voice. I want him to know that I’m sure. His gaze searches my face. I’m not giving him a way out. Instead, I roll onto my back, stretch my hands over my head, and grip the headboard.

  His breathing turns ragged.

  I can see the battle waging in his eyes.

  “Please, I want it to be you.”

  I bring my knees up, then let them fall apart. Cool air washes over the swollen wetness, and I suck in a breath. Even the air teases me.

  He moves between my legs, but he kneels there, not touching me. His face is hard, the muscles in his jaw twitching.

  “You deserve rose petals and wine and a romantic dinner. Someone closer to your own age who knows how to make you happy.”

  That he thinks he’s being noble only makes me want him more.

  I wrap my legs around his waist and use them to tug him down on top of me. I can feel how hard he is even though his jeans.

  “I didn’t wait because I needed all that,” I breathe. “I just never wanted anyone bad enough. I think I was waiting for a man like you. No, I was waiting for you. I want it to be you, Daniel.”

  I watch the conflict play out in his eyes. So much need and denial and maybe even fear. Why is a badass like Daniel Black scared?

  His jaw sets and his eyes flash, and I see the moment he gives in.

  “This is probably going to be the biggest mistake of my life, but I want you, Kymber. I want to be the first man inside your body, want to feel you come all over my cock.”

  6

  KYMBER

  With agonizingly slow movements, Daniel slides his fingers up my arm until he gets to my wrists. I hear a click and then once again, I’m immobile.

  He pushes to his knees and reaches back to yank his T-shirt over his head. My eyes are glued to his chest. My God I knew his was ripped under his clothes, but nothing prepared me for this godlike body. Broad shoulders lead to tanned muscles that line his stomach, laddering down to indents right above his hips.

  My fingers itch to touch him, but can only wiggle in their restraints. One side of his mouth quirks up; he likes that I can do nothing but lie there at his mercy, and my gaze drops to where his fingers pop open the button on his jeans. He pushes them down, then shifts to the side to take them off. I can’t see anything from this angle, and I strain my neck. I want to see him.

  He crawls back between my legs and sits back on his knees. My breath catches in my throat and I can’t stop staring. Bekka would approve.

  “Holy shit, that thing is huge.” It’s out of my mouth before I realize I’ve said it. But it’s true. His cock juts out, thick and long, from his body.

  He chuckles, reaching down to wrap his fingers around it. I watch fascinated as he strokes up and down slowly, his gaze roving over my body. I never thought watching a man touch himself could be a religious experience, but I was wrong.

  “And you’re going to take every inch. I already know it’s going to be a perfect fit.”

  I want to believe him, but… “Are you sure?”

  He draws one fingers over my pussy, sliding through the wetness, and then dips inside. I gasp, arch my hips up at the intrusion. It feels so good against my sensitive, swollen flesh.

  His eyes flare with heat and something that feels a lot like awe. “Look how wet you are. You’re more than ready for me. You were made for me.”

  I’m still captivated by the way he’s stroking his cock and don’t realize he’s removed his finger.

  “Eyes up, babygirl. Keep them right here.” He points to his own, and I nod. I love the way his eyes get darker when he gives me an order and I obey. It makes me want to do anything he asks.

  He leans and reaches into the nightstand, and I have no idea what he’s doing until I see him bring a square foil packet to his mouth. Any doubt I had that he might change his mind is gone. He rips it open with his teeth, and slides the thin barrier over his hard length.

  It might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

  When he’s fully covered, he runs one finger up the inside of my thigh. He stares down at me, and I get lost in what I see burning in his eyes. So much more than desire. Something I’m sure reflects in my own gaze.

  “Are you ready?”

  I open my thighs wider, offering everything to him without reservation. That’s my answer. He shifts closer, and I love the feel of him pressing against the inside of my legs. He sinks down so we are almost nose to nose. His cock glides up and over my clit when he rocks his hips, and the burst of pleasure makes me moan.

  “This might hurt, but I’ll try to take it slow,” he says through gritted teeth. “And remember, eyes on me.”

  He reaches down between us and guides his cock into my pussy. The tip slides in, and the pressure feels so good I can’t keep from lifting up a little. His thumb brushes over my clit as he rests there, letting me adjust to the feeling.

  After several long seconds, he starts to sink in slowly. My mouth drops open. There’s so much pressure, so much pulsing pleasure, as he stretches me to fit, inching forward until his entire length is buried inside me. There is no pain, only a fullness like I’ve never experienced before.

  A low groan rumbles in his chest.

  “Fuck, you feel good. So fucking good.” He rocks slowly in and out, his dark eyes filled with heat.

  I wiggle my fingers. “I want to touch you.”

  Instead of letting me go, he lowers his head, and his lips are on mine. The slow movement of his tongue matches his cock, and with every stroke, I can feel him rub over that spot that makes me crazy.

  “Please,” I whisper against his lips.

  “What do you need?”

  “More. Harder. Faster?” I have no idea what I’m doing, but I know I want more of the pressure that builds every time he drives himself deep inside me.

  His stare burns into me. “This is your first time. I don’t want to hurt you.” His muscles are rigid with tension. I know he’s holding back, going slow for my benefit.

  That’s the furthest thing from what I want.

  “Don’t hold back. I want it all. Everything you have. I want you.”

  Fire blazes in his eyes. He loops his arms under my knees and plants his hands on the bed at my shoulders. I’m spread wide open, his hips keep my legs apart, and at this angle, it’s impossible not to feel every si
ngle inch of him inside me.

  We both groan.

  He pulls back almost all the way, then pushes back in, rougher than before. I cry out at how good it feels. His eyes never leave mine, and I try to keep focused as the pleasure begins to spiral.

  “More,” I beg, and everything inside me tenses in anticipation.

  His jaw hardens, and he surges again. Air hisses from my lungs. His cock stretches me and hits something deep inside and I love it.

  I clench my teeth. A new kind of tension starts to build inside me with every thrust. The noises coming from my throat would embarrass me in any other situation, but they seem to drive Daniel on.

  “More,” I choke out, half out of my mind.

  Daniel searches my eyes for several seconds, then something snaps and he lets go. His hips slam into mine, driving his cock forward so hard that I slide up the bed. I press my hands against the headboard, holding myself in place so that every thrust is as deep as it can go.

  The tension in my stomach grows. I lift my hips to meet his thrusts. It’s right there; I can feel the orgasm hovering just out of sight. It’s deeper than the others, building in a way that radiates through my entire body. My vision blurs, but I don’t look away. I watch him and he watches me and the sound of our labored breathing mixes, fills the room.

  I whimper his name and feel his cock grow thicker. The pressure, the pleasure waiting to burst is more than I can take, and I cry out.

  Desperation fills my body. I have no control over this. Daniel is riding me, forcing my body to respond despite how hard I’m trying to hold back. The exquisite feeling builds higher. I don’t want to come yet, it feels too good, but I might not have a choice. Not when he’s driving into me so deep and hard.

  “Daniel,” falls from my lips in rhythm with his thrusts. I’m delirious. That’s what I am now, crazy with the need for release.

  Somehow his fingers are on the back of my neck. He holds my head still and looks deep into my eyes. I am so lost now. I want to tell him that I’m his. That I never want to be with anyone else ever again.

  The vein in his neck pulses. His face is hard, jaw tight with tension. I float in a space outside my own body.

  He grits his teeth. He’s pounding into me hard and fast. Veins pulse along the side of his neck.

  “I need you to come for me, babygirl. Let me feel you come all over my cock.”

  That’s all I need. My orgasm explodes from inside me in powerful waves that both shove me higher and pull me under.

  Daniel slams his lips over mine, swallows the screams ripping me apart, and drives into me like a possessed man. I’m still clenching around him, the orgasm refusing to die down. I can feel his cock pulsing inside me as he comes.

  A low groan rips from his throat, and it’s my turn to drink the sound from him. I swallow the sounds of his release even as I clench around him. This moment, this is the one I want to stay in, connected to him everywhere that I can be.

  He tears his lips from mine and stares down at me, panting. My body is offline, my brain still swirling around in a pool of pleasure. All I can do is blink up at him.

  He eases his arms free, and my legs slump down his body to wrap around his waist. I feel his fingers sliding over my jaw, pushing the damp strands of hair from my face.

  “Fuck.” His voice is ragged and hoarse. “The way you milked my cock when you came…I’ve never felt anything so good in my life.”

  I manage to tighten my legs around him to keep him inside me just a few minutes more.

  He relaxes and rests his forehead on my shoulder, pressing soft kisses on my chest. “Are you okay?”

  I smile. I love that he cares enough to check. “Mmm,” I murmur. “I’m great. Better than great. What’s a word that’s a hundred times better than great? That was astonishing. Amazing. Life-changing.”

  His chest shakes with laughter. “How about fucking incredible?”

  “That works, too.” I kiss his shoulder as he leans up and releases my hands. With a few quick movements the belt is gone. He lifts off me, and I try to grab his arm. I don’t want him gone.

  He plants a soft kiss on my lips. “Be right back.”

  He disappears into the bathroom, then returns with a washcloth. It’s cool as he slowly draws it between my legs, and it feels really good. When he’s done, he sets it aside and crawls back in, pulling me against his body.

  I love the way he holds me, completely wraps me up in his arms like he never wants to let go. I’m lying half on his chest, my leg draped over his, and finally, I’m able to touch him. Contentment wells up inside me, and I snuggle down closer to him.

  I run my fingers over the ridges and indents that make up his six-pack. Eight pack? Is it possible to have a ten-pack? Hard muscles under hot skin.

  “Tell me about you,” I say, tracing a finger along the ridges of his stomach.

  “I don’t do this.”

  “What, talk?”

  “Yes.”

  I push up onto my elbows and stare down at him. “It’s what sets us apart from all other species you know.”

  He grunts. “I give orders. That’s what I do.”

  “And you do that very well.”

  His eyes grow heated, and he digs his fingers into my hips.

  “I’m going to be an English teacher, so unfortunately I like words.” I lean down and nip at his bottom lip. “So give me your words, Daniel. Tell me something I don’t know.”

  He stares into my eyes so long that I’m sure he isn’t going to say anything, but then he sighs and pulls me down against his chest. His arms wrap around me, and he strokes up and down my back.

  “I was married once. Adam’s mother. We were still kids, and when she found out she was pregnant, I stepped up. It was rough from the start, but I’m not a quitter. I did what I could to make her happy. She couldn’t handle being with a career military man. Left when Adam was six. I raised him alone, did my job, and now I own this building to give guys like me a safe place to take off their boots. Not much of a story.”

  Holy crap. Emotion clogs my throat, and I fight back tears. This hardened, dominating man has such an amazing heart, and it’s obvious that he doesn’t see it. I struggle against his hold until he lets me go and raise up to look at him.

  “For a guy who doesn’t like to talk, you say a lot.”

  He caresses my thigh. “I did what I had to do. That’s just me.”

  “Well, just you is pretty damn amazing.”

  Something flashes in his eyes, almost as if I saw a glimpse of vulnerability there. It occurs to me that I haven’t heard him mention friends, only a little about Adam. It’s painting a picture in my head that makes my chest ache.

  “What about you?” I whisper, because my throat is too tight to let the words out any louder.

  “What about me?”

  “Who takes care of you, Daniel?”

  I want to be the one who takes care of him with a need that hurts.

  His stare grows so intense that I want to look away but can’t.

  “Tell me something about you,” he murmurs against my skin, changing the subject instead of answering.

  “What do you want to know?” I ask breathlessly.

  Daniel nips at my throat, then runs his tongue over my shoulder. I’ve almost forgotten what he asked. He thinks I can have a coherent conversation when he’s making my eyes roll back into my head? My lack of answer makes him lift up, and then he’s smirking. He knows exactly what he does to me.

  “Why haven’t I seen you around before? Your roommate’s lived here since we opened up the building to civilians.”

  “I’ve been overseas. Teaching English in South Korea. It’s what I want to do—I’ve always wanted to be a teacher. I got lucky and was accepted into a program that allows hands-on learning, so for the past three years, that’s what I’ve been doing. I had to come back and do actual classwork this year to finish my degree.”

  “Fuck, if my teachers had looked like you I’d have fa
iled every class.”

  “Then you’d have to stay after school for tutoring,” I tease. “Extra help. One on one.”

  He groans and buries his face in my neck, mumbling something about fucking fantasies.

  I giggle and run my hands up and over his shoulders, down the ridges in his back. There are lines of raised flesh that trip my fingers, and he tenses when I touch them. Instead of asking questions I’m not sure he wants to answer, I keep going, dragging my nails down his back.

  Then I lean over and sink my teeth into his pec.

  “What the hell was that for?”

  “Thinking about you all dressed up in camo and face paint is hot. Every girl I know gets turned on by that image. Now I have my very own Rambo Ken to play with.”

  He growls, and the look on his face makes me laugh.

  “Don’t ever call me that again,” he mutters and he flips me onto my back, coming down half on top of me. He stares so intently that I can feel the blush crawling up my face. The things he did to me, the way I reacted, makes me a little self-conscious now that we’re not all hot and heavy.

  I can feel him growing hard against my thigh, and I wrap my free leg around him. I never want to leave this bed. I don’t need to finish my degree or get a job or even eat, not as long as I have Daniel. The thought makes me grin.

  Now he’s really staring at me, and I can’t for the life of me figure out what the look in his eyes means. Finally he shakes his head, and a smile tilts the corner of his mouth up.

  “What?”

  He lowers his head until our lips are a whisper apart. “You’re beautiful. And nothing like I expected. What I had in my head doesn’t match up to who you really are.”

  “Is that a good thing?” I ask a little breathlessly. When he’s this close it’s hard to think. Enveloped in his scent, in the heat coming from his body, I forget my own name.

  I’m not sure how I got so lost so quickly, but being with him feels good.

  I expect him to laugh, to tease and assure me that it is a good thing. Instead, his eyes lose focus for a second, and he stares at nothing. The way his eyebrows draw down makes my stomach knot.