Bastards & Whiskey (Top Shelf Book 1)

by Alta Hensley

  Kenneth huffed at my rebuttal. “We need to leave,” he said, walking over to the door and looking over his shoulder at me. “But you got that right. You are in a world full of arrogant assholes. I won’t argue with you there.” He stopped and stared at me. “Wait. What are you wearing?” he asked suddenly, looking up and down my body as if for the first time.

  “What I wore yesterday. It’s not like you gave me time to pack.”

  Kenneth stared at me for a few moments before squatting and digging into his bag. He pulled out a tiny black dress. It was a simple tank top style dress made from a soft light fabric. He tossed it at me and stood back up.

  “What’s this?” I asked, confused as I caught what he tossed.

  “I’m not going to deliver you to Marco looking like that. You look inexpensive. Lacking class. Spiked Roses does not deliver classless and inexpensive gifts.”

  “Fuck you,” I snapped, feeling his insult like a slap to the face.

  His eyebrow rose and warning washed over his face. “What was that? I’m sure you didn’t just say those words to me again. Not after last night.”

  I paused, my heart skipped, and I swallowed hard, hoping to God he would allow that little outburst of mine a free pass. “You don’t have to insult me.” I unraveled the bundle of fabric and held it up to my body. “You want me to wear this? How do you know it will fit?” I asked awkwardly, never having someone buy me clothes since I was a child. I glanced down at the price tag still dangling from the dress. A quick peek told me the dress was worth more than I spent on rent last month. Jesus Christ. It was just a black dress.

  “Yes. I didn’t bring you shoes, but your black boots will have to do. We’ll just go with the edgy look I suppose,” Kenneth said. He stepped aside to give me enough room to enter the bathroom again. “Go change. Hurry.”

  “It’s not like you haven’t seen my body.”

  Kenneth didn’t crack a smile and appeared annoyed. “Anita, I don’t care what you do, or where you change. Just hurry up.”

  I remained in place, studying his face, his stance, the way his eyes glared at me. Who was this man? “Or?” I taunted, knowing damn well I could be waking the beast though I couldn’t help myself. I felt like a junkie staring at a needle full of heroin knowing it could kill me and make me sick with addiction, and yet I couldn’t stop.

  “Excuse me?”

  “Or what? What if I don’t change my clothes?”

  Closing the distance between us, Kenneth’s hand went behind my head, his fingers lacing in my hair, pulling me hard enough that a sting attacked my scalp. He kissed me hard, his tongue forceful against my lips, demanding entrance, his hand lowering to rest on my thigh, moving up to my ass. He swatted me hard, matching the sting on my head to the one on my behind. He swatted me again and again, yanking my hair even tighter as he dominated my mouth with his.

  I gasped as my mind resisted, but my traitorous body pressed against his, wanting more of what I hoped he’d deliver. The sharp pain of his dominance fueled a desire inside my core. The harder he spanked, and the more he yanked on my hair, the more my body craved for more. I all but purred against his mouth as his tongue battled against mine. My palms rested on his chest as my mind wanted me to push away and fight back against his assault. But my hunger paralyzed my fists to where they were.

  Kenneth reluctantly broke our embrace and growled, “Do not test me, baby doll. If you continue to do so, I’ll fuck you before I deliver you to Marco. Don’t think it stopped with what I did last night.”

  He let out a steadying sigh, his hand releasing my hair as he took a step away from my shaking frame. “Now get dressed. Do not make me tell you again.”

  15

  Kenneth

  I needed to keep my emotions in check. I couldn’t risk looking at this woman as anything more than a staff person who had a contractual obligation to fulfill. I needed to remember why I was returning her to New Orleans and just who was paying me in a round about way to do so.

  “I’m dressed,” I heard Anita say softly from behind me.

  When I turned, I saw a beauty that made my traitorous cock twitch. The tiny black dress on her body accentuated her natural curves even more than before. The fabric was barely thick enough to hide her perky nipples. There was no doubt about it; I wanted to claim her again. I wanted to caress every inch of her delicate pale white flesh, reveling in the sweet taste of her submission as she screamed out my name.

  Fuck Marco.

  Fuck Spiked Roses.

  I wanted Anita Kyle for myself.

  Losing all control, I walked over to her, my fingers traced unseen patterns along her cheek and down the dip between her breasts. Leaning into her, I kissed her lightly, silently begging her to push me away. Out of all the fucking times to choose submission, this was when she finally did.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  She returned the kiss, and never offered the slightest resistance. I wanted her to resist. Why wasn’t she resisting?

  Fuck.

  Finally, I left her mouth, our stares hungry with passion. Wisely, I took several steps away from her, turning away, silently cursing myself.

  Fuck. I had to regain control. I had to regain control.

  “Where are you going?” Anita asked.

  I stopped, turning back to face her. “I can’t do this,” I explained, my tone steady. “I won’t do this. I’m here to bring you to Marco for the good of Spiked Roses and the reputation of The Tasting Room parties. Nothing more.”

  Again, I tried to turn away from her. Again, she called after me, stopping me as I opened the hotel room to leave. “Kenneth… where are you going?”

  “We need to get on the road. The driver is waiting for us downstairs.”

  “Stay.” She swallowed hard. “Please. I don’t want to leave yet.” She reached around me and closed the door, shutting us up in the room again. “I don’t want to leave you.” Her eyes gazed up and down my body, silently exposing her thoughts.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. I couldn’t fucking take it anymore.

  I held Anita to me, my hands feverishly yanking her tiny dress over her head and away from her impassioned body, my own self yearning to feel this woman’s limbs tangled with my own. I knew I shouldn’t be here with another man’s property, certainly not about to fuck her into oblivion. I had a duty and obligation. I needed to stop this now before it went any further.

  Yet, my throbbing cock, begging for release, ruled.

  Having this woman here with me now, the softness of her only a breath away. The sweet smell of her desire adhering to my skin… the taste of her kiss on my lips… the spell.

  I knew I had only meant to kiss her to show her what could happen to a woman who did not follow orders. To demonstrate to her there were consequences for her actions. To show that I was alpha and not to be crossed. What I hadn’t expected, though, was for her to return my kiss so eagerly, her hands clinging to my body as if her life depended on it.

  And fuck. Maybe her life did depend on it. Maybe it fucking did. I’d started this trip not giving a fuck about this woman’s well being. But now I did—maybe the truth of the matter was that I always had. I cared.

  Maybe that was her plan all along. Maybe she was using her pussy to seduce me. Maybe I was a fool being led around by my cock. But fuck me if I wasn’t growing weak.

  The fact that she’d swum in her underwear prohibited her from wearing the wet garments. Her nude body standing before me revealed perky nipples begging to be touched. I couldn’t hold back my involuntary moan. My hands went to her breasts, cupping them gently, expecting any minute for her to resist my touch. I wanted her to resist my touch. This had to stop. It had to fucking stop.

  I was weak. She made me weak.

  Giving up all hope of holding back, I dipped my head into her breasts, my lips sampling her soft skin at the rise of her naked breast, my senses going into chaos at the mere taste of this woman. Taking her entire erect nipple into my mouth, the crash of p
leasure filled me. My greedy hands moved from her thin waist around to cup her now exposed ass. I spun her around, holding her against me. Her back pressed up against my chest, letting her feel the hardness being restrained in my pants. This was my warning to her. Not that I could have stopped now had she wanted me to.

  Anita turned to face me as her hands went to my chest, pushing me back away from her slightly.

  “Do you want me to stop?” I asked, unsure if I would be able to contain the beast inside of me about to be unleashed.

  With a look of surprise in her eyes, she asked, “Would you? Would you stop if I asked? If I demanded?”

  “Would you ask me to?” I ran my finger down her stomach to the top of her pubic bone awaiting her answer as I teased the tiny patch of curls.

  She didn’t answer me as her hands tore off my shirt effortlessly and then slid down the firmness of my stomach to the waistband of my pants. She struggled to try and unfasten the button, stopping only when my hands went to hers, halting them as her fingertips rested on the hair on top of my groin.

  Her eyes went to mine, her look almost pleading. “Please, Kenneth… I know…” She swallowed hard as her eyelashes fluttered “I know what I’m doing.” Before waiting for my reply, she lowered my pants, releasing my pulsing cock from the painful confines.

  I repositioned her, my arms holding her to me as I guided her gently to the hotel bed still unmade from the night before. I laid her back, supporting her head as I gazed at her up close. I tried to read her eyes, wide and excited, a light brown that twinkled in the sun rays beaming through the hotel window like an autumn leaf. I ran the back of one finger across her cheek, admiring the satin softness of her skin. I then used that same finger and trailed it down her body, stroking softly across her breasts, my eyes catching the flash of arousal and need in her face.

  I smiled as I rubbed her breasts again, enjoying the firm globes and the pebble-hard tips as my fingertips brushed them again and again. Bringing my lips to the curve of her neck, I kissed a trail along her collarbone, to her stomach, and then to the little mound of curly hair between her thighs. Spreading her legs, I lifted one of her knees to my side, opening her pleasure to me.

  Moving down, I rubbed her little clit, her skin soft as plush velvet. I growled a warning as her thighs clenched together. “Don’t.” One word was all it took for her to open her legs again. I wanted her spread wide before me.

  Placing my finger at the wet seam of her pussy, I spread her lips gently. Her entire body trembled as her breathing turned to pants, and soft mewling cries spilled from her lips. This must be done—she would be mine. I had no choice. I had to taste her, lick her, soak up her juices as if my life depended on it.

  I spread her slit wide with my exploring fingers, making room for my tongue. My upper lip twitched as I caught her scent—musky and sweet, spicy and wet. My mouth watered as my tongue slid inside her, plunging deep, savoring her essence with each pass of my tongue. I reveled in her, rolling her taste around my palate. Arousal flashed through me in an upsurge of sexual need. The primal hunger brought a pulling to my balls, and my cock begged to be satisfied. I needed her lips around my dick first, and then her tiny little cunt milking me dry. Yes, she unleashed the beast in me. I fucking needed her. I wanted her until she was raw, crying out, begging for me to stop.

  I growled softly, drinking her honey, further roused at her response. Her taste drove me fucking wild as I swallowed her excitement, enjoying how it coated my lips with her delicious essence. Keeping her legs spread, I brought my finger back to her folds. Sinking it deep inside her, I penetrated her pussy, never taking my eyes away from watching a part of me enter what would soon be followed by my cock. Rubbing her walls, moving in and out, coating my finger with her juices, slowly I brought a second finger into play. One finger penetrated her, finger-fucking her slowly. The other finger gently rubbed her tiny clit that beckoned me from beneath her dark patch of curls.

  I was hungry for her taste. I needed more. I increased the intensity of my licks, pressing my finger harder into her, my deep moans echoing her breathy cries. The tension was building, building higher with every lick of her wet pussy. I could make her come. So easily, I could make her scream out my name right now.

  Her warmth drew me further and further inside of her now pulsing quim, a gasp of pleasure coming from her yet again. Anita’s body tensed as yet another orgasm brewed in her lustful little body.

  Withdrawing, I reached and pulled her up to a sitting position, my cock a fraction of an inch from her lips. “Open.” She didn’t hesitate, and the moment her lips parted, I pushed inside her mouth. God, it was heaven the instant her lips sealed around my shaft. “Suck me before I fuck you,” I demanded. The sensation of her tongue darting over my flesh, the suction every time her cheeks hollowed had me grinding my teeth. Sweet Jesus, it felt incredible. Enough! I had other plans. “Release.” Her soft mewl of disappointment hardened me further. Pushing her backwards and moving on top of her, unable to hold back any longer, I plunged inside the warmth of this woman and straight through her silky folds.

  Hearing her stifle her cry of pleasure mixed with pain, I stilled, unsure what to do next. I knew I wasn’t a small man, and usually the women I claimed all cried out. I’d never cared before about their comfort, but Anita was different. Her tight cunt squeezed around my dick, resisting my size.

  “Am I hurting you?” I asked in a whisper against her face as I kissed her closed eyelids.

  Preparing myself to be told she couldn’t take my size, I readied myself to pull out from her, but her knees squeezed against my hips, stopping me.

  “Please don’t stop,” she pleaded, her hips rising up to meet mine again, her thighs spreading further apart, welcoming my cock further inside of her.

  I didn’t move, even though my dick had a different idea. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  Anita thrust her hips hard against mine, driving me deeper inside her no matter what. “I do. Hurt me, Kenneth. Fuck me so hard I cry out for you to stop. And then when I do cry out… fuck me even harder. I want to feel the pain. The bite of your cock until I think I can’t take another second. Don’t be gentle. I don’t want fucking gentle. I want the fucking thorns!”

  Her words filled me with an animalistic hunger unlike any other, and following her direction, I plunged my throbbing dick deeper inside the tightness of her clenching core, again and again, my entire body blazing as the ecstasy nearly destroyed any control I had.

  “Kenneth!” she screamed out in a mixture of carnality and pain, biting hard against my flesh, drawing blood as she did so.

  An erratic moan escaped my lips as I drove my cock again and again into Anita’s now drenched pussy. A sudden bolt of self-indulgence shot through me, shredding my control to pieces. Being with a woman so passionate, so utterly abandoned that she would leave a mark of her own lustful hunger, fueled me even further.

  She’d made me bleed. She’d fucking made me bleed, and I loved it.

  “Fuck me harder. Fuck me harder,” she said between breathy pants.

  I watched her breathing change, becoming fitful, deeper, her pouty mouth open and gasping. I followed her command and fucked her harder than before, smelling her arousal, feeling the temperature change in her body as her orgasm built again.

  She was greedy. She was a greedy bitch and I loved it.

  Feeling my own need for release growing by the moment, I wasn’t sure I could last long enough to hear her cry out again. Using my teeth, I bit her neck with a deep thrust of my cock, and it sent her soaring into orgasm. My cock drove deep into her pussy, feeling the inner walls quaking and rippling as they clenched around my flesh. I watched her skin flush to a rosy pink as the climax washed over her entire body.

  I held my breath as I pushed, going deeper with each motion. My heart thumped against my chest as the heat of her core wrapped around my cock. Soaked in her honey, I fucked as deep as her tight channel would allow, her hips thrusting against me, pulling
more of my girth inside her.

  She arched her back, mouth open, howling into the room around us. Her pussy clenched around my thrusting cock, triggering my release, squeezing and milking the cum out of my body. It splashed deep inside her, filling her like a hot tide, washing her walls and trickling back to roll out around my still thrusting cock.

  I tipped my head back as a second wave of cum shot through my cock to fill her again. I kept rubbing her clit until the last wave subsided. Thrusting deep inside of her one final time, I finally completed.

  It took several moments for me to regain some of my control. I laid on top of her heavily-breathing-body as I steadied my pulse. With my face buried in her hair, smelling the orange blossoms of her shampoo, I questioned my sanity. Had I lost my fucking mind? What the fuck was I doing?

  I’d fucked her.

  No, I’d done more than fuck her. This was connecting. This was fucking connecting!

  Hopping off the bed, furious with myself for allowing my dick to win over common sense, I reached for my clothes and quickly dressed without looking at Anita once. I could feel her eyes on me. They burned. They fucking burned.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Getting dressed. The driver has been waiting.”

  Still not looking at her, I glanced around for my shoes that had been kicked off, my crumpled shirt, and my goddamn fucking mind that I had lost.

  “So that’s it?” I could hear the pain in her voice. “Fuck me, and rush out the door? Really?”

  “I’m not the cuddle and kisses type of guy, baby doll.”

  Yes! There was my fucking mind. I’d finally regained some control again.

  I saw her dress near my feet, and reached for it, tossing the bundle of fabric at her as she still laid on the bed.

  “You need to get dressed.”

  In the corner of my eye, I could see that she at least followed my orders and did so. I finished getting ready, gathering up our stuff, and tried my best not to glance her way. I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to fuck her again.