by Nadia Aidan
He stood there, hovering above her, his eyes expectant, and that’s when she remembered he was still waiting for her to turn over. She rolled over onto her side, and Shane helped her the rest of the way.
“Raise up on your knees.”
She did as she was told, and she settled the front of her body against the bed, her ass high in the air, her arms still bound to the headboard.
She felt the bed dip beneath his weight, and she turned her head, her gaze clashing with his.
His hands roamed over her silky flesh, and when he swatted her ass, she let out a sharp cry. If she hadn’t known it before, she knew it now. Shane was definitely into pain, but she was discovering, much to her surprise, that she actually liked his heady combination of pleasure and pain.
He brought his hand down again, this time harder, the supple flesh of her buttocks jiggling beneath the weight of his palm. She closed her eyes, her head falling forward as he continued to spank her ass. She imagined the cheeks of her backside now glowed a fiery red from his heavy swats.
Her eyes flew open when he abruptly ended his spanking to grab her hips. She barely had a chance to take in her next breath when he surged forward, to bury his length deep within her waiting cunt.
They groaned out in unison, and he stilled, his chest resting against her back, his lips pressed against her ear.
“You’re gushing wet, Cherie. As warm and juicy as a peach. I take it you liked my spanking, and the pleasure-pain I just gave you.”
Her only response was a low moan. The intense pleasure that swamped her made her incoherent. He didn’t seem to expect an answer from her as he began to move inside her body on deep, gentle strokes.
Heat curled inside her, threatening her control, and when he went deeper and harder within her, she screamed out, as waves of desire gathered in her belly. He pummelled her cunt with his cock, burying his hard, ruddy length to the hilt.
His strokes rocked the bed and sent her falling forward, her entire body pressed against the feather mattress. He continued to pound inside her, his hand snaking around her body to strum her clit. He worked his fingers in a gentle circle, the rhythm slowly building her desire, until she was powerless to stop the onslaught of pleasure that surged through her.
“Shane! Oh God, Shane!” Her entire body shook from the force of her climax, and her breaths came out as stilted pants as she struggled to breathe. The musky scent of her cum filled the room, and she could feel the evidence of her completion trickling from her.
Shane held her to him, his body locked to hers until the tremors that rocked her quieted. When she could finally drag in a full breath of air, she twisted her head around, meeting his gaze. He hadn’t come. The evidence of his arousal was still buried deep within her wet heat.
His eyes never left her, boring into her as he slowly pulled out of her body. When she realised what he intended to do next she jerked away from him, calling his name, but he held her still with an iron grip along her hips.
She didn’t move—she couldn’t. She was as much his prisoner with the grip of his hand, as she was from his steely gaze. He let one hand fall from her hip, and curled it around his shaft.
With their gazes still locked, he positioned the tip of his cock against the puckered hole of her anus, and with achingly slow movements, he fed her his hard length, inch by thick inch. Never once had she let a man make love to her there, and the experience was foreign, the sensations shooting through her body unfamiliar.
She twisted back around, her head falling against the pillow as her eyes clenched shut. He stretched her, filled her, and she felt so stuffed the pressure of his invasion forced her to breathe slowly in order to relax.
When he pushed inside her with that last inch, burying himself fully within her rectum, she whimpered his name softly.
“Shh, Cherie. The pain will ease soon, and you will find pleasure.”
He caressed her back and her thighs softly whispering to her until she relaxed around him. He began to thrust in and out of her, his strokes gentle, tender even, and she knew he fought not to hurt her, not to cause her pain.
With one hand still gripping her hip, he rocked her gently on his cock, while he let his other hand slide between her thighs to stroke the stiff bud at the apex of her sex.
The sensations that flooded her made her cry out, and she balled her fists tight, her nails digging into the flesh of her palms. He quickened his pace, but unlike before he didn’t fuck her harder, his strokes didn’t grow rough. His passage inside her was still tight, her flesh unyielding, but the muscles began to loosen around him, as he strummed her clit faster.
She’d never come this way, never imagined she could, but already she felt heat crawling in her belly. Tiny pinpricks of pleasure tingled along her skin, as beads of sweat dotted her flesh.
Shane leaned over her, his thrusts going slightly deeper, pushing her further into the bed. His hard body covered her, claimed her, completely dominated her smaller one. His lips were nestled against her throat, his harsh panting sending puffs of warm air sliding across her heated skin.
“Cherie,” he cried out on a raw and ragged moan, and she knew he was close to exploding, that he held back from taking her the way he really wanted to because he feared hurting her.
“It’s okay, Shane. I’m fine,” she whispered shakily, giving him permission to take his pleasure.
He groaned against her throat, and the hand that still gripped her hips dug into her flesh. He pulled her roughly to him, his hard length tunnelling deep inside her.
He strummed the hardened bud of her sex harder and faster, and when he slipped a single finger inside her, she erupted. Her climax was so strong, so unexpected that it took her breath away. She opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. She simply convulsed around him, her cunt filling up with her warm, wet sticky juices.
Her climax sucked up Shane completely, and he shoved the thick meaty length of his cock inside her one last time, before exploding deep within her rectum.
A hoarse grunt poured from his lips as his warm seed poured from his cock. And before he was completely spent, he pulled his ruddy length from her body and pumped his hot cream all over her back, the soft globes of her ass.
He slumped beside her then, his breathing harsh, his skin coated in a fine sheen of sweat.
Cherie turned her head to stare at Shane. His eyes were closed, his cheeks red from his climax. For the first time since he’d shown up on her doorstep, he appeared at peace. She ached to reach out and stroke the chiselled planes of his face, run her fingers along his full lips. She simply wanted to show him with her body, what her words could not. That she was truly sorry for the storm clouds that she’d brought to his eyes, the hellish years he’d spent in prison because of her.
But she knew Shane did not want her apologies or her tenderness. So she turned her head to the other side, closed her eyes, and let the arms of sleep slowly claim her.
Chapter Five
Cherie awoke the next morning to an empty bed, and the sun streaming through the parted curtains told her it was well past dawn. She sat up and stretched her arms above her head, trying to ease the tightness in her entire body. She was sore all over, but pleasantly so. Shane had taken her several more times throughout the night, his passion not once dimming.
She smiled at that thought. Shane had matured into an impressive lover, and for a moment, she felt a twinge of sadness and a bit of jealousy that there would come a day, once he’d exacted the full measure of his revenge upon her, when he would cast her aside, take a pretty young wife and make love to his wife the way he’d made love to her throughout the night.
She shook her head as she slid from the bed and wrapped the bed sheet around her. She deserved to be used then cast aside, without so much as a second thought. After all, wasn’t that what she’d done to Shane? Hadn’t she skipped town then gotten married, without so much as a thought of Shane? She knew he believed that’s how life had turned out for her, but if he ever disc
overed the truth, he’d realise just how wrong he truly was.
“You’re up.”
She stilled as she watched him stroll into the bedroom. His tawny hair clung to his broad shoulders, and she followed the tiny droplets of water as they weaved a seductive trail down his chiselled torso.
She shuddered, she couldn’t help it. Bare from the waist up, with his jeans riding low on his hips, the picture he presented made her hot all over. It was as if the sun had kissed him, and his muscles rippled beneath bronze skin as he made his way towards her.
“You bathed,” she remarked when he stood before her.
He nodded. “I was coming to wake you. The water’s still warm.” His eyes darkened, and again, she felt a shudder race through her. “I figured you might be sore.”
She dipped her gaze, completely taken aback by a sudden wave of embarrassment. She was a madam, for Christ sakes! His words shouldn’t have the power to heat her cheeks, but they did. Maybe it was the way he looked at her or the deep timbre of his voice. In the morning light, there was nothing but tenderness from him after their rough coupling, and she was a bit surprised by the change in him.
Shane was surprised, too. Cherie’s gaze slid to the floor, and she blushed when he asked how she fared. There it was again—that tiny part of Cherie that was not jaded, not practiced, but raw and true. The gesture was so subtle he knew it wasn’t a pretence. With his first thrust inside her body, he’d learned there was more to the woman before him than what came from first glance. There was a part of Cherie that was open and honest and completely genuine. That night eight years ago, he’d missed it, but it was there now, and he was coming to suspect Cherie rarely let her guard down long enough for anyone to catch a glimpse of it. But twice in as many days, she’d given him a rare, stolen peek He felt his throat clog with an emotion he’d thought he’d buried for this woman long ago, and before he could stop himself, he reached out to drag her into his arms.
She stood there, her eyes wide, her raven locks wild, her supple body wrapped in the white sheet off his bed. She ran her tiny pink tongue across her full, lush lips, moistening them, and he groaned, his shaft growing hard and heavy. This time when he took her mouth, the kiss was slow and unhurried, and he took his time exploring the moist cavern inside.
Her arms clasped behind his neck, causing the sheet to slip from her body, and all thoughts of taking her to bathe disappeared from his head as he backed her up against the bed. She started to sit down, but he stopped her with a light hand on her hips.
He reversed their positions, and this time he took a seat. With a small grin, he leant back. With one hand resting behind his head, the other made its way down the length of his body to rub the bulge in his jeans.
He held her gaze for a charged moment before letting it trail down her nude figure. A blush pinkened her skin as he fixed his gaze on her breasts, licking his lips when her berry tipped nipples ripened before his eyes.
He tugged down his zipper and palmed his cock, pumping the ruddy length with his fist.
His lids grew heavy, and his eyes became hooded as he watched her.
“Get on him,” he growled out when she stood back just staring at him. She needed no other encouragement as she sauntered towards the bed. Her hips undulated with each step, her heavy breasts bobbing as she settled onto the bed, her knees straddling his body.
He sucked in a breath when she touched him, her soft palms skimming across his shoulders, down the length of his chest. He released a deep groan when she curled her hand around his and jacked him harder.
“Now, Cherie, please.” He gritted his teeth at the hoarse, needy sound of his voice. He’d never begged for pussy in his life—except when it came to hers. He remembered back in that cell, as he’d taken her over and over again, he’d begged her to give it to him, to give him the release that only she could.
Furious with himself and his moment of weakness, he jerked her by the hips, and in one movement, he impaled her on his swollen cock as he thrust up into her velvety heat.
She cried out, her voice mingling with his deep grunt as he moved her up and down on his shaft. Her breasts bounced before him, and he pounded her harder, mesmerised by the sound of flesh slapping together.
She curled her nails into his shoulders, her head thrown back, as she let him set the pace and rhythm of their lovemaking. He rotated her on his cock, brushing her clit against his steel flesh causing her to release a long, soul-stirring moan. Her wetness engulfed him, the heat of her tight sheath sucking him in, until he was powerless to stop the hot rush of semen that exploded from him to pour inside her channel.
He shouted out her name, at the same time she tightened around him, her body falling forward as she screamed, her cunt flooding with the sticky warmth of her release. The smell of their lovemaking clung to the room, and his aching lungs filled with the spicy scent. Her body was draped across his, and her heart thudded against his chest, her warm breath cooling the sweat-slicked skin of his torso.
They lay entwined in each other’s arms for a long while, but she was the first to stir, and she stood to grab the sheet from the floor, to once again wrap it around her body.
He tucked his now sleeping cock back into his pants and lifted himself off the bed.
Just as she was tucking the end of the sheet beneath her arm, he ripped it from her with a teasing glint in his eyes. She let out a yelp of surprise then another when he hoisted her into his arms.
“You won’t need that where you’re going,” he said with a smile and padded on bare feet towards the kitchen where, if he was lucky, the tin tub of water was still warm.
He settled her into the tub, watching her eyes slide close as she slipped beneath the water with a long moan.
“Mmm, this feels good.”
He sat there simply watching her, wondering to himself what the hell he was doing. The tenderness, the concern for her, that wasn’t part of their arrangement. And yet, he couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop himself, not when he was with her. He let out a long, futile sigh. He knew what was happening—and only after one night in her bed, in her arms. Hadn’t he learned anything from that last experience? Apparently not—not if the tightness in his chest was any evidence.
He brushed a lock of hair from her forehead, meeting her wide, hazel gaze when her eyes flew open. The air stuck in his chest as she stared back at him, and he couldn’t breathe, could barely move, but he had to. He had to get away from her before she worked her magic and cast her seductive spell over him yet again.
He shot to his feet. “I’ll let you bathe in peace—,”
He stopped when her hand curled around his wrist. “I’d like you to stay. To help me,” she said, holding out the hand towel to him, with a small smile.
He started to shake his head. “I have a lot of work—”
“It’s just a bath, Shane, and only for a few minutes. Please.”
He swore under his breath as his knees hit the floor and he took the towel from her hand. He couldn’t deny her anything, not when she looked at him like that, all pretty and innocent. And certainly not when she called his name and begged him sweetly.
His hands shook slightly as he dipped the cloth into the water, gently scrubbing her back. Silence stretched between them for a long while, the only sound was of the trickle of water every time he dunked his hand into the tub.
Cherie wished she could ignore him, the way he was apparently ignoring her. She wished, every time he touched her, she didn’t have to bite back a moan. She felt as if she were on the edge of madness. With each caress, the wet warmth of the towel against her skin, a shudder of pleasure raced through her. He touched her, and yet he didn’t. His movements were mechanical, perfunctory, but still her body was aflame, and she burned for him, burned with the need to have his hands all over her body, gently caressing her, but with a purpose.
“Shane,” she whispered his name, the sound a needy plea to her ears.
He stopped, his hand stilling against her back, an
d she knew by the way his fingers trembled against her body that he sensed a change in her. She liked that a current of uncertainty now pulsed through him. For the first time since he’d returned, he wasn’t the one in control.
She leaned her head back against the tub, her wet hair spilling over the edge, her breasts jutting forth to peek through the soapy water. She closed her eyes, smiling at his sharp intake of breath when she opened her legs and let them both hang over the sides of the tub.
“You missed a spot.”
A series of coughs racked him. “I did?”
She opened one eye. “You did.” Her breath hitched in her throat when he grinned, the tiny dimples creasing his cheeks. She almost forgot who was seducing who.
He leant forward, to press his lips against her ear, and with achingly slow movements, he began to slide the towel down her body, between the valley of her breasts, until it disappeared beneath the water.
“And where did I miss a spot? Here?” His warm breath heated her skin, and she arched her body and moaned when his hand slid between her thighs.
“Shane.” She called his name on a strangled sob when he let go of the towel to cup her pussy with his hand.
He traced his tongue along her ear as he gently played with the engorged nub at the juncture of her spread legs. She writhed against his hand, her hips jerking against his fingers, and when he slipped a single digit inside her, she nearly shattered.
“Oh God,” she cried out as her tunnel clenched around his thrusting finger.
