blonde holding my attention moves left.
I step past a large concrete support and see no indication of which direction she
may have headed. A scrape of sound brings me around and I spot her shadowy outline
near a wall, in front of a car hood.
“Carla? What kind of crap are you pulling?”
“Jealous, Andy?” She taunts from the darkness.
My anger spills out. “You flirting in front of me? Hell yes, I’m jealous. How else
am I supposed to feel?”
“I know what I feel.” Her voice sounds like a deadly purr.
“Oh yeah, and what the hell is that?”
“Turned on.”
Her response pulls me up short. “Excuse me?”
“The look on your face at my innocent flirting sent my privates all aquiver.”
Just like that, the anger releases from me and a heavy sigh eases from my lungs. She’s
exploring her sexuality and teasing me—this is something I know how to handle.
I step closer, listening to make sure no one else is nearby. “It did, did it?”
“Oh, yeah.”
I reach her side, crossing my arms in a feigned expression of anger. The dim light
in the garage casts shadows over her sexy expression—sultry lips parted to reveal
a tiny tip of pink tongue. She stares straight into my eyes, while cupping her breasts
through her blouse, pushing them up to me in an offering. She licks her lips suggestively
and my cock hardens. God, she’s gorgeous. Carla can rile me with a simple flick of
her tongue.
“I think your stunt was mean,” I say.
She pouts, and glances down at my tented slacks. “You’re no fun, Andy.”
“Yes, I am.” I grab her and bend her over the car. “Now, let’s see if you’re happy
with what you stirred up.” A gasp escapes her, but she wiggles her ass against the
front of my pants, proving she’s game. I haul her to a semi-standing position by her
short hair, careful to be firm but not cause pain. “Don’t make a sound,” I whisper,
“unless you want everyone in the parking lot to see me fucking you on the hood of
this car.”
“Damn, Andy,” her voice comes out soft and breathy. “I’m so excited right now.”
Still holding her hair in one hand, I use my hold to tilt her face up and grab her
breast, squeezing it hard. “Pull up your skirt.” The rustle of fabric sounds sensual
in the cool, dark garage. “Now lower your panties to your knees.”
I shift my grip for her to comply, leaving her breast for the few seconds it takes
me to free my erection to the cool air. “Are you ready for me?”
A small whimper is all I get in answer, but she reaches between her legs to guide
my length in. Warm, moist heat encases me as I slam forward with enough force to bend
her back over the car again. My own need to claim this fiery woman and brand her as
mine drives me into a red haze of lust.
I let go of her hair, reaching around to her mound. The hard nub of flesh feels like
a glowing ember against my hand, betraying her more than aroused state. A low moan
seeps into the dimness surrounding us.
“Shh,” I whisper in her ear. “You lock those sounds inside or I’ll have to put my
hand over your mouth like I did in the bathroom.”
A spasm courses through her frame at the reminder. She nods her head and clamps her
lips shut, the only noise now is our harsh breathing in the deserted garage. Carla
spreads two palms on the hood to hold herself steady while I pummel her from behind.
My own need becomes a white-hot center in my middle, clouding everything else. “You’re
mine, Carla.” I say in a low tone that won’t carry. “No more flirting with co-workers.”
I punctuate the last sentence with a rapid pistoning of my hips.
Her inner muscles clench along my length as I rub her mound harder, faster. I knead
one breast roughly in my hand, my earlier anger and desperation pouring into our coupling.
“Just you and me for a little while, baby. No one else, you hear?” Letting go of her
breast, I hesitate in my actions. I need a response. I need to know she’ll give us
a decent shot, not run when things get tough. Still rubbing her aroused center, I
lean away to put room between us. Pulling my arm back, I deliver a stinging slap to
her left ass cheek. “You hear me, baby? I need an answer.”
Carla’s body shakes with her need. She nods vigorously, choking out, “Only you.” Her
response snaps my remaining control. I bow over her back, pumping into her tight little
body as hard as I can, wrapping an arm around her middle and holding her close.
Need overwhelms me as I plow to the finish line, fucking her as if my last dying breath
was being ripped from my body. Sensations swell through me as I clamp my own mouth
down hard on the moans aching to spill forth. Carla’s release coats my shaft as her
inner walls spasm around me.
My orgasm jets in pulses, spilling out of me in an electrical current of feeling.
I’m rattled to the core with the powerful emotions swirling between us. This woman
has captured my heart with her passion and I’m not even sure if she’s aware of it.
Trailing my hand down her stomach, I hug her to me while remaining locked deep inside.
“God, Andy,” her voice comes out in a husky wisp of sound, “that was more than I hoped
for when I set out to drive you crazy today.”
I smile against her back and rub my cheek over her spine. “You did this on purpose?
All those texts and the flirting?”
“Oh, yes,” she says on a sigh. “I wanted to see if I could make you lose control again,
like after our dinner date. It was sexy as all hell.”
I give her one last squeeze before pulling away. “Glad to see you got the reaction
you were trying for.”
She turns to face me, cupping my cheeks. “I’ve got way more than I was trying for.”
Carla leans in and gives me a tender kiss, trailing it out and sending a zing through
my blood.
The rest of the workday is uneventful and both of us are able to focus on our jobs.
I’m not sure if Carla wants me to come by tonight. I think she’s in the mindset now
of feeling she needs to set the pace on our new relationship. So, I head home after
work, hoping I may hear from her, but not counting on it.
Throwing in some laundry and loading the dishwasher is about all I need to do in my
apartment. And the tasks are finished quickly. The weekly maid service takes care
of the rest. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, I settle at the piano and start to play.
As the notes drift into a song the melody wraps around me, cocooning me in its beauty.
My mind is always clearest when I sit behind these keys.
How do I play the rest of this out? I’ve made my thoughts clear to Carla on other
guys. Could she try and push me to my limit to see how I’ll react? I like the fun
aspects of light domination, but I’m not so sure if I can handle her doing something
to deliberately provoke me so I will spank her. That speaks of rage and I don’t think
I want to combine that with our lovemaking. Although, the little bit of jealousy I
felt today certainly made for some hot action in the parking garage.
The whole discipline and contrived need to punish someone has never turned me on. My cock twitches in my jeans as I recall
how her ass jiggle
d when I smacked it. But damn, I certainly like playing at the edges
of discipline. With the amount of orgasms I’ve had this week, I can’t believe I’m
getting a woody just thinking about Carla’s bare little bottom.
That time in the storage room…the way she tilted her rump, eager for the next searing
smack of my hand or thrust of my fingers deep into her… God, at this rate I’m going
to have to take a cold shower or spank off in some tissues.
The doorbell rings and I jerk out of the song, the imagery of my lover’s pink cheeks
still burned in my mind. Peering through the peephole I see it’s Carla, but she’s
done something different with her hair. I swing the door open and my jaw drops. Carla’s
wearing a short plaid skirt, white knee socks with saddle shoes, a white blouse and
her short hair is pushed back with a headband.
A wicked grin spreads across her face as she pushes past me into my apartment. She
glances down at my crotch and smiles. “Don’t just stand there with a hard on. Come
over here and give me a good spanking.”
It sounds like she enjoyed the fun aspects of it, too, and this is her way of asking
for more. Always eager to please, I close the door and turn to my exciting new lover.
“You like the sting of my palm across your bottom?”
She trembles and bends over the armchair, pushing her ass out on display while lifting
her skirt to reveal crisp white cotton panties. Preferring a more intimate approach,
I sit on the couch and grab her hips to pull her over my lap. “How about I turn that
cute butt pink and then rub the sting away?”
She smiles and turns to face the couch cushions. As my hand flies down to deliver
the first smack of the night, the realization that I love this spirited woman shakes
me to my very depths.
Chapter Twenty-one
Carla
“Wow, Carla. It sounds like Andy is the right guy for you.” Heather takes a sip from
her favorite vanilla cappuccino. She smiles—true happiness for me shining from every
pore—looking even more adorable with her coffee-foam mustache.
I make a motion she should wipe her lip and she reaches for a napkin. “Is this the
part where I say you were right?” I smile to lessen the sting. “Or are you going to
wait and spring me with an ‘I told you so’ when you meet him?”
She waves a hand at me, dismissing the thought. “I don’t want, or need, to do that
to a friend. All I ever wanted was for you to be happy.”
“I am.” I can feel the smile stretching across my face. “And you were right. I just wasn’t ready to see it.”
“Isn’t that the way it is for most of us? In the end, we all get there when the time
is right. Now, about meeting Andy—are we still on for Saturday at the piano bar?”
“Yup. He’s taking on a gig every weekend now.” I shrug, and look out the window. I’m
pleased that I helped encourage him to make the decision, but unsure if saying so
will sound like I’m trying to take credit.
“Great! Tony’s been looking forward to meeting the man who ‘tamed’ you.”
I choke on my own spit as my indignation barrels to get out. “What the hell?” I cough,
clearing my throat. “Like I was a shrew in need of taming?”
Heather laughs, the sound drawing several appreciative glances from nearby male patrons.
“Not at all, Carla! He likes you. ‘Shrew’ never passed his lips. I swear. He knows
you encouraged me to dress up when we went dancing and that it was you who pushed
me out of my comfort zone the night I met him. If it wasn’t for you, I’d never have
experienced the wilder side of life.” She smiles again, the smile of a sexually confident
woman. “And damn, that would have been a crying shame.”
The past month has been like a walking dream. While Andy and I manage to hold back
during work hours, we’ve been passionate afterward beyond anything I’ve ever experienced.
A look from his dark blue eyes, the tip of his tongue darting out to moisten his lips,
his supple fingers twirling a pen during a meeting… I’ve got it bad.
I’m not sure when he slipped under my radar and became more, but I can’t ignore it
anymore. My old fears stemming from childhood when we thought my father left, my mother
struggling to provide for my sister and me, no longer haunt me as much. I want Andy,
but I don’t need him.
The realization my mother raised a strong woman who can provide for herself hits me
for the first time. It’s freeing to not need a man to survive, but to want him with every fiber of your being. To have your soul call out when he slides into
you… I’ve never felt anything like it and I don’t want to let it go.
Tonight, I plan to tell Andy how I feel. And I’m going to give him a little gift he’s
sure to love. The furry handcuffs brought a smile to my face when I found them online
and pictured us using them.
A knock on the door sends my pulse racing. Glancing down, I quickly adjust my breasts
in the red corset to showcase them. I totter over to let Andy in, taking small steps
in the fluff-tipped four-inch mules.
Without caring if my neighbors happen to be walking by, I open the door with a dramatic
flourish and strike a seductive pose. Andy’s eyes bug out for a moment. He’s speechless.
Motioning him in with a tilt of my head, I shut the door before my boldness exposes
me to passerby.
“Well, I guess you didn’t really want to watch the movie, did you?” His voice comes
out low with an edge to it and before I can respond his hands are all over me, gripping
my ass, and tilting me back for a deep kiss.
His instant arousal prods my middle as a thrill of excitement sings through my blood.
This man never ceases to draw an immediate reaction from me and I love it.
Andy’s lips lock onto mine and he kisses me until my lips swell from the attention.
“You look fantastic.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully. “Is this all for me or is
another lover crawling out the bathroom window right now?”
I smile at his teasing. “No other lovers needed. You fit the bill quite nicely.”
He sighs and runs a warm palm down the back of my thigh, lifting me to cradle his
erection against my mound. “With you dressed like this we’ll never get through dinner.”
“Where’s your control, Mister Super Accountant?”
He chuckles and zeros in on my neck, knowing exactly what his heated kisses do to
my insides. “You push even my limits, Carla. This poor number cruncher is only human.”
I squirm out of his embrace and saunter into the kitchen, working my ass like a trained
stripper. “I ordered Chinese. It arrived before you got here.” I turn and laugh at
his astonished expression. “Don’t worry, I had a robe on when I answered the door,
silly.”
“Poor delivery guy would think he’d walked into a Penthouse story seeing you answer
the door like that.” He follows me and gets all grabby hands again until I swat him
with a spoon.
“You need to eat. I have plans for us.”
“Fine,” he grumbles, “can’t blame a guy for trying. Especially when you look like
you stepped out of a high-end lingerie catalog.”
I smile at his appreciation of my efforts, feeling an inner glow at his high praise.
I know I’m not cover-model w
orthy by any stretch of the imagination, but damn, when
he stares at me like that I sure as hell feel like I am.
Once Andy wolfed down his food as fast as humanly possible, he stares at me with a
burning gaze. I know I can’t put him off anymore, nor do I want to. Teasing him with
sly glances while we ate got me hot and bothered, too. “I have something for you.
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