Double Dare

by Saskia Walker

  He laughed aloud, the tension of the moment breaking. "Good point." That wasn't why she'd manacled him, though. She'd told him she liked the sexual power. He'd been surprised, yes, and it had driven him nearly insane with lust, but having her in charge just about shot his head off. What a buzz. He was convinced he'd lost the power of speech when he finally got to come.

  "Do the scars bother you?" He was concerned, wanting to know what she thought of him.

  She shook her head, her soft curls bouncing. "I think it makes you look sexy."

  "That works for me." He rolled his hips from side to side, causing her to grab him and hold on tight.

  She gave her trademark naughty giggle and put her hands on his shoulders, lifting up. Moving her hips against his, she let her legs splay to either side of his body then rode her pubic bone up and down the length of his cock.

  If he wasn't getting hard before, he sure was now. "Jesus woman."

  "Seems like you might be ready to go again." She captured her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyelids lowering as she assessed the hardness of his cock.

  "You better believe it." He instinctively moved his hands. The handcuffs rattled and held.

  Clambering to her hands and knees, she shuffled down the bed until she could see his cock. She nodded approvingly. Grabbing a condom from the handful she had scattered over the bed at the outset of the session, she quickly unwrapped it. Looking at him, she licked her lips.

  He groaned, rattling the cuffs again. His cock was throbbing, his back arching off the bed. She made an oval shape with her lips and rested the condom there, before ducking her head down to roll it on with her mouth.

  Oh yes, that felt good.

  She moved slowly, drawing out the sensation, her head gradually lowering till she had him against her throat. He had to close his eyes and grit his teeth.

  Mounting him again, she looked as if she couldn't get enough of it. A feeling of honor belted out inside him, adding fuel to his lust.

  "Your pussy is the sweetest place on the planet, Suzanne." It was snug, hot and slick from the time before.

  She grinned and squeezed him tight inside her, her head rolling, her mouth opening wide and letting out a pleasured sound. He jutted his hips higher, lifting her, shoving as deep as he could within his restraints. She rode the movement, her expression challenging him, like some demoness from one of his comics—and he was ready to offer her his soul.

  With agile hips she pumped up and down, her body angling back and forth as she rode him, squeezing and crushing his cock until his balls were riding high, braced for release. Sweat had gathered in the crease of his neck and between his thighs. He didn't think he could come again, but he did, with spine wrenching finality, the ejaculation emptying his balls of what little fluid he'd managed to muster for the repeat performance.

  She was moving fast, grinding onto his cock, one hand rubbing her clit. When she shuddered to finality, he wanted her in his arms.

  "Undo me, please," he whispered.

  This time, she did. Every other time he'd begged she'd denied the request. That had driven him wild. She rubbed his wrists and shoulders as she freed him. He barely noticed the stiffness and sat up, snatching her into his arms, keeping her on his cock as it shrank, his head going to her neck and breasts, where he kissed her reverently.

  Her body was limp, soft and warm as it lolled against him. Holding her was too good, rolling into the bed for sleep this way was the only option. He lifted her and tucked her in against him, disposing of the condom and moving her easily onto the bed beside him.

  His gaze traveled round her room, taking in the stacks of CDs, action movie DVDs and magazines, cushions and candles, her crazy collection of teddy bears—all of which has been modified with punk gear and piercings. A massive close-up image of a shark about to bite dominated one wall. Her quirkiness was everywhere. He liked it.

  His hands roamed her body, stroking all the places he'd wanted to touch when she'd been in charge.

  She sighed sleepily under his touch.

  "You feel so good. Can we do this again tomorrow night?"

  She snuggled against him. "I can't. I promised I'd baby-sit for my sister, but any other night would be good." She looked up at him, locking her arms around his neck.

  "Every other night?" The words were out before he'd even thought about it.

  She chuckled, sounding sleepier but just as naughty as before. "I'll give it a go, as long as you can dredge up some more good gig stories for me." She winked.

  Dynamite comes in small packages, he reminded himself, as she rested her head on his shoulder.

  * * * *

  When Abby awoke into the early morning light, Zac was lying next to her, his arm loosely about her waist. He was watching her with a frown on his forehead.

  She let her eyes fill with him, while her other senses awoke slowly into his presence. Her mind confirmed what had passed before. She hummed with pleasure. "Good morning."

  He smiled and moved his hand to her neck, stroking the surface gently, awakening her further with his touch. After a few moments she looked at the morning light that streamed over his shoulder from the window. It was Tuesday—and she had to be at work first thing to deal with the sale of the shares.

  "Damn." She sat up and looked around for a clock. A small elegant silver oval on the bedside table told her it was after six. She was supposed to check for Adrianna's papers and call the broker to notify him to trade on the Exchange, before eight.

  "What is it?" Zac pulled her back towards him. He kissed her mouth before he let her reply, and she was momentarily absorbed into his aura again.

  "I have to be at work, soon." She drew away reluctantly.

  He looked at her while he stroked from her throat down across her breasts, drawing her to him with the lightest touch. She breathed in determinedly and got up. He watched as she dressed, lying on one side, the black sheet draped over his hip.

  Abby couldn't take her eyes off him as she fumbled into her dress and found her shoes. He looked like pure sex, spread on the decadent bed, tempting her to come and enjoy his body again. The dusting of black hair across his chest tapered into a line that led the eye down. She looked at the shape of his abdomen, the firm ridges of muscle that went from beneath his rib cage to disappear under the sheet. The black material hid his beautiful cock from her view and she wanted to go over and pull the sheet off him, to take pleasure in looking at his cock too. But she knew that if she did, she wouldn't be able to leave.

  When she walked over to collect her earrings from the bedside table, Zac rolled over, put out his hand and grabbed her wrist as she reached out.

  "Will you call me later?" Tension emanated from him.

  She looked into his eyes, sparkling azure in the morning light. The dark line of his brows failed to shadow their brightness, and their question.

  "Yes," she replied, wondering why it was like this, the tension between them when arranging to meet again. Was it because she thought of it as a secret affair? Why didn't he ask to call on her? Did he think she had someone else and he was a bit on the side? He still held her wrist tight in his grasp.

  "I'll give you my contacts," she said, wondering if that was it. She hadn't thought. "I haven't got my card on me." He slowly pulled her down to him, to his mouth, and kissed her, one hand resting around the curve of her breast.

  "But I will call," she murmured against his mouth, and he released her.

  "Perhaps not soon enough to satisfy my insatiable lust for you," he whispered, his eyes growing dark.

  She stood there looking at him, mesmerized. He was making it difficult for her to leave without actually doing much at all. Part of her was unable to believe that she had to walk away from him, making her unwilling to do so.

  He smiled, stretched, and got up. His cock was long and hard, half risen. Her sex clenched. Her sense of purpose floated away.

  "I'll phone for a taxi," he said, breaking the hold.

  She turned to watch a
s he walked from the room, leaving her standing by the bed. She listened to his muted voice in the next room. When he came back and stood in the doorway she took in the look of his naked body. The way he wore it with such nonchalance was unbearably sexy.

  "Two minutes," he said. He looked her up and down, his expression unfathomable.

  She walked over to him. She wanted to say something, to voice the desire that held her captive. His strange thoughtfulness while he watched her made it difficult, even though she had to admit it was hellish sexy. Enigmatic was good, but she was experiencing a yen to unravel the more mysterious side to him.

  She laid her hand along his jaw, moving against the graze of stubble that met her touch then reached up to kiss him. "Soon?" she whispered.

  His expression was guarded, but he smiled in response, his eyelids lowered, his gaze on her mouth. "Soon." He grabbed a robe, pulling it on, and led her to the door. "How about dinner tonight?"

  She smiled. For some reason, she'd felt as if he wasn't going to make a follow up date and leave it to her, like some kind of test. Outside, the taxi sounded its horn. "I'd love to," she said and reached up for a hurried goodbye kiss.

  * * * *

  Just over an hour later, after a shower and a change of clothes, Abby was on the phone to their broker at the London stock exchange. The release documents were, as promised, on her desk when she got in to work. Once she'd got the ball rolling, she set the FTSE index screen to streaming and tucked into the breakfast bagel she'd ordered in. There was nothing to do now but wait for the result, then she could write it up and move on.

  After she'd eaten, she sent Caroline an email asking for some of her legal advice time, then stretched and stood up, looking out the window and down at the busy street below. When she'd first taken over the office she hadn't liked to get too close to the window. She always felt like she might fall through it. Then time assured her of its invincibility and now she would lean into it, imagining what it would be like to fall through the space, into another world. The people swarmed on the street far below. She was high on life, her affair with Zac, her work on the Ashburn portfolio.

  She looked at her watch, just a few minutes to wait for the results. How many hours till she met Zac? What was he doing now? Where was he? She shook the questions off. She had to survive at least another few hours before she could have him again. Ludicrous though it was, it was killing her. I'm crazy for him, she realized.

  There was a knock at the door and before she had time to answer, Tom walked in. He was carrying two stemmed glasses and a bottle of what looked like Bucksfizz.

  Abby stared at him, bemused.

  "Well, Abby, what an absolute coup on your behalf. I've been watching the FTSE and I think we can anticipate a celebration." He walked over and put the glasses down, then perched himself on the edge of the desk while he unwrapped the foil on the bottle and glanced at the computer screen.

  "Yes. The company has been in sustained growth for several months now," Abby replied, as casually as possible, trying not to react to his unexpected appearance. The bottle was chilled. He'd been prepared for this. How did he know, and why was he so interested?

  He turned the bottle, easing the cork free, glancing over her as he did so. When it popped he poured out two glasses. He smiled then passed her a glass, watching her as she took it.

  "Thanks. This is a nice surprise. I didn't realize you did this sort of thing." As soon as she'd said it, she wished she hadn't.

  "I don't." He gave a slow, suggestive smile. "Cheers." He chinked his glass against hers.

  He was harboring a personal interest. A sinking feeling hit her. She sipped the drink, unwillingly.

  "How did you convince Adrianna it was the time to sell?" He sidled nearer.

  She reached over and fiddled with her mouse, then changed the angle of her screen to create a sense of distance between them. "I happened to read that the company owner was going through an expensive divorce, in the gossip magazines. I did a bit of scouting and found there were rumors about redundancies. The owner preferred that to selling his own stock...something to do with the wife benefiting if he did. I only had a couple of days to action this sale before the news made the company seem unstable for the foreseeable future."

  He shook his head in disbelief. "Gossip magazines?"

  She shrugged, withheld a smile that she would have given readily had she not felt so uncomfortable in his presence. "The information is out there, so I figure why not source it and use it. I didn't mention my sources to Adrianna, only the redundancy aspect, but she agreed that it would hit the share price. The divorce case goes to court today. It was a great time to sell."

  "I always knew you were unconventional, but I have to admit I'm stunned."

  Stunned into leaving me alone, with any luck. She took the opportunity to move, taking her seat at the desk. "I hope that the formidable Adrianna will be pleased with the result. It may help to win the contract renewal."

  He nodded, eyeing her legs as she crossed them.

  The phone rang and she snatched at it, grateful for the interruption. It was the broker. She wrote down the figures he quoted next to the price paid and the growth percentage over the past month. Tom moved behind her to read her note.

  "Superb," she said as she put down the phone.

  "The client should be pleased with it." His hand went possessively to her shoulder and he reached down to give her a kiss on the cheek. "Let me take you to lunch at Fat Francos, my treat."

  She tensed. No matter where she moved, he'd moved closer. And now he'd kissed her cheek under the excuse of this good news. She pulled away and stood up. "Thanks, Tom, but no. Take the others. I've got to move quickly. I have some ideas on investing the profits and I want to act on them, pronto, to get them into the scheme of things before the contract renewal meeting."

  He looked disappointed. "Shame. Another time?"

  Damn. Mercifully, there was a knock at the door. "Come in."

  Caroline entered, bristling with purpose, her notebook in her hand "Oh, sorry, am I interrupting?"

  Tom gave a mock grimace, indicating that he was sorry Caroline had joined them.

  Abby shook her head. "Not at all, thanks for coming so quickly." She looked at Tom, explaining. "Caroline is going to go over a few potential properties for the Ashburn portfolio, to see if I'm missing anything."

  He nodded and took his leave.

  When he'd gone, Caroline looked at the glasses and the bottle with curiosity. "Oh lordy, have I forgotten your birthday?"

  Abby shook her head. "I think he's trying to show faith in me, now that I'm working on my own with this portfolio." She smiled, genuinely glad to have Caroline around. It was getting difficult to keep saying no there.

  Caroline flipped open her notebook. "So, what can I do for you?"

  Abby reached over to her top drawer and lifted out a folder. "I'd like you to look into the paperwork on these three properties, see if there are any loopholes we need to know about." She paced about, her mind alive with thoughts. "Blayne Castle, the first property on the list, that's the one I'm particularly interested in acquiring, if the client agrees to it. I think it could be restored and converted into an exclusive hotel. We'll need to know if there are any potential problems with planning permission." She watched Caroline thumbing through the pages in the folder. "The auction is on Thursday, but I need to put the proposal to the client by close of business tomorrow. Could we be ready by then?"

  Caroline looked up and nodded. "Sure. I've got a couple of things to tie up for Ed, but he's flying out again this evening isn't he?"

  Abby nodded. "I think so."

  "I'll be finished on his bits and pieces soon. I'll be able to get onto this mid-afternoon, at the latest. There should be enough time."

  After Caroline had gone, Abby checked the share prices. They had dropped immediately. No doubt the scent of bad news was picked up on the exchange after the Ashburn shares were pulled. Better to be a leader than a follower, she mus
ed, especially when the ship is going down.

  She sent the news on the share sale through to the formidable Adrianna. Once that was done, she picked up her mobile phone and sent a text message to Zac.

  Now you have my contact number. Can we make dinner at 8? I need to go home and change. Soon. Abby

  It was hard to get back to work after thinking about Zac, but it was important to focus. She had to begin her property recommendation report for the next day. She also had to monitor the investments Ed had made on the account, as well as going full charge ahead with her own ideas. That way she could prove to herself that she was capable of working alone, on any type of project. She was determined to succeed, and her motivation and energy levels were high—they were being fed by a powerful force, her affair with Zac. Her phone blipped.

  8 is good. Let's meet at The Banker's Draft and go from there. Soon. Zac

  Smiling, she crossed her legs high on the thigh, giving herself a quick clit squeeze. She promised herself tonight as her reward, and got to work.

  When she broke to pick up some lunch, she stopped by Ed's office, hoping to find him alone for a brief chat. He'd started to become a nagging voice in her conscience. Even when they had been an item they'd never been exclusive, but she felt the need to tell him she definitely wasn't on offer any more.

  The door was open but she found him arguing with Penny. He looked up miserably when Abby walked in.

  Penny stood up. "I believe congratulations are in order," she snapped. Her voice and attitude were positively terse. Her gray eyes almost looked green.

  Abby smiled. It looked as if Caroline was right about this one. They weren't bosom buddies, but she hadn't seen Penny deliver an outright flare of jealousy before.

  "Thank you, Penny. It's so nice to have your support." As she walked by she patted her on the shoulder.

  Penny snatched up her papers. "You obviously got charge of the easier account."