Guard (The Underground Book 3)

by Becca Jameson

  “There. That’s what I like to see.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips gently. And then without warning, he tossed her on her back, forcing her to sprawl out diagonal across the mattress. He climbed over her to straddle her waist and then grabbed both her hands and lifted them over her head.

  She gasped, her face going pink.

  He hoped she never lost that hint of embarrassment. It was so sexy. “You have on so many clothes, I can’t see an inch of skin.” He glance down at where her chest should be, but her glorious breasts were covered with a thick bulky sweatshirt. Pink. The color and the brand. It was worn and fit her perfectly, the word “pink” running down one side of her chest in embroidered white letters that were frayed from many washings.

  “I was cold. I woke up naked.”

  He grinned. “I like you naked.”

  She scrunched up her nose. “Yeah. Okay. Whatever.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s fine in the heat of the moment when we’re about to have sex. But I’m not going to waltz around the apartment that way.”

  “Why the hell not?” he teased. He pulled her wrists together and tucked them under one hand, lowering the other down the side of her body until he could ease it under her sweatshirt and touch her soft skin.

  When he smoothed his palm up to her breast and found her naked under the bulk, his cock stiffened.

  Haley moaned when he cupped her breast and flicked his thumb over her nipple. She arched her chest into his touch. “Mikhail…” His name rolled off her tongue as her eyes fluttered shut.

  “I love that you’re not wearing a bra. It’s sexy as hell.”

  She licked her lips and met his gaze as he stroked her nipple over and over, the tip growing tight and erect. Her eyes were glazed. “I haven’t even showered. I’m not dressed. Don’t get any ideas.”

  “Oh, baby. I have ideas out the wazoo. And you’ll like them.”

  “Why do I doubt that?” she asked, her mouth falling open wider on the last word as he pinched her nipple between his thumb and pointer.

  “You’re so responsive…”

  “Mmm. You’re so distracting.”

  He chuckled. “Are you sore? I need to fuck you again.”

  “Mmm,” she repeated. “Been a while.”

  “How long?”

  She met his gaze, blinking. “A while.”

  Huh. She was non-committal. But he’d let it go, for now. “Okay, then I’ll just have to tease you mercilessly until you come.”

  “What?” She jerked her attention fully to his. “No. Don’t you dare.” She squirmed, but where did she think she was going to go with someone three times her size straddling her hips and holding her hands down?

  “Don’t worry. If your pussy’s sore, I’ll find another way to get you off.” He was tormenting her. On purpose. He knew perfectly well he could get her off so many other ways. But talking about it was spreading a lovely pink tinge on her cheeks out toward her ears.

  He let go of her hands, but only long enough to reach down and haul her sweatshirt over her head, leaving her in loose gray drawstring pants.

  She didn’t have time to react before he had her hands back above her head and was staring down at her chest as it rose and fell, goose bumps popping up all over her skin.

  “You cold?”

  “No,” she muttered, biting her lower lip as soon as she spoke.

  He shot her a look, and she released that lip. “Oh, don’t stop on my account. I loved the way you reacted to me slapping a few fingers over your clit. It made my cock stiff. I’d be happy to do it again. Any time.”

  She shook her head. “It’s…daylight.”

  He chuckled. “So?”

  “So, we should get up. Eat breakfast. Don’t you need to go to the gym or something?”

  “Nope. Not after a fight. I’m taking the day off.”

  She bit her lip again and then released it. “We should—”

  “Enjoy a lazy morning in bed?” he interrupted. “What time is your friend Belinda coming over?”

  “Not until tonight. Seven.”

  “Then we have hours and hours to kill.”

  Her eyes widened again.

  It was so fun teasing her. Did she think they should only have sex in the dark? At night?

  ∙•∙

  Haley squirmed underneath him. Already she was fully aroused, though she couldn’t imagine how it was possible after how many orgasms she’d had last night. She’d lost count, but any more than one was a record for her anyway.

  Her chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily, her nipples hard points jutting out toward Mikhail.

  He lowered his gaze again to look at them and stared for long moments that made her flush until he smiled. “Yeah, that’s what I like to see.”

  She bit her lower lip. He liked to see her skin turn pink?

  Oh yeah, he did.

  Mikhail glanced at her lips and then leaned forward to pluck her bottom one from between her teeth and nibble it himself.

  She parted her lips and arched her chest toward him. She needed him to touch her nipples. Since when did she find such a thing necessary?

  When he released her lip, he stared into her eyes from inches away. “I’m gonna spank you now.”

  Her gaze widened. “What? Why?”

  A slow smile spread across his face. “So many reasons, the last of which is you biting that lip when I told you not to several times.”

  She closed her mouth, swallowing. “Not sure I like the idea of you spanking me.” She also wasn’t sure she liked how wet she got at the suggestion, and not for the first time. She wasn’t wearing panties. When she’d slid from the bed earlier, she’d grabbed her favorite comfy sweatshirt and pants and tiptoed from the room, trying to avoid waking Mikhail. Now, moisture gathered between her lower lips, and no amount of clenching could hold it back.

  “Mmm.” He trailed a finger across her cheek until he slid it over her lower lip and pulled it down. “Because I’m dying to know how you’ll react.”

  She blinked. How should she react? She squeezed her legs together. Undoubtedly that wasn’t how she should react.

  Mikhail lifted his ass a few inches higher. His knees straddled her at the waist, but he was no longer pressing down on her. He reached behind his back and thrust his hand into the waistband of her loose sweats. “Spread your legs, Haley.” His hand inside her pants hovered over her pussy.

  She let her knees fall open.

  Instead of spanking her there as she expected, he thrust two fingers into her tight channel.

  She let out a sharp scream, her body now fully aroused.

  Just as fast his fingers were gone, and he removed his hand from her sweats. “That’s what I thought.”

  “Wh- Wh- What?” she muttered, her vision blurry.

  “You’re wet. Just from the suggestion alone.”

  Her mouth went dry as she blinked, her legs shaking. She needed his fingers back inside her. His cock. Anything. How did he manage to do that to her so easily?

  “You’re curious. And we’re going to put that curiosity to bed.” He swung one leg over her and flipped her onto her belly so fast she couldn’t think to stop him. “Grab the rungs, baby.”

  She wiggled her hands out from under her to reach above her head, so turned on by his demands she had no excuse not to.

  “Good girl.” He yanked her sweats over her hips until they reached her thighs. And then he smoothed his hands over her bottom. “Submissives react in a variety of ways to being spanked.”

  It was difficult to concentrate on his words with his hands molding her lower cheeks and spreading them.

  “Until you’ve experienced it a few times, it’s hard to know how you’ll react. Some crave the release they get from a spanking without any sexual connection at all.” He leaned over and kissed her ass in several places. “For some submissives, it’s an unpleasant experience that a dominant can use to correct unwanted behavior. For others…” He paused.

  She held her bre
ath. Why did she get the feeling she fell into the last category? And he knew it.

  His voice dipped lower. “For others, each swat to their sweet bottom drives them closer to orgasm.”

  She moaned into the pillow before she could stop herself.

  “Yeah, that’s what I’m expecting.” Without a word, he hitched her hips up, forcing her knees under them so her butt was in the air, her legs trapped together by her sweat pants.

  She craved the contact of his hand on her ass. Craved it like someone dying of thirst in the desert. She was close to begging him to do it and had to grit her teeth to keep from expressing that desire.

  He set one hand on her lower back, steadying her. His other hand smoothed over her bottom again, gently. “I’ll start out easy and then build on it. You won’t be injured, Haley. Nothing more than pink skin. You okay?”

  She turned her head to the side, facing away from him, not wanting him to see her expressions. “Yes, Sir.” How could she tell him she wasn’t scared at all and craved this spanking far more than she feared it? She pursed her lips to keep from speaking.

  Mikhail’s hand disappeared and then landed with a soft blow to her lower right cheek.

  She rocked forward, a whimper escaping her mouth. Her pussy clenched, wetness she wouldn’t be able to hide slipping out between her thighs.

  Another spank hit her other cheek, slightly harder.

  A third landed at the juncture of both cheeks where they met her thighs.

  She squeezed her legs together, her lips parting. Several strands of hair fell into her mouth. She was so close to an orgasm she couldn’t breathe.

  Oh. God. The throbbing…

  Mikhail wiggled his hand between her thighs and stroked two fingers through her lower lips. “That’s what I thought.” Just as fast, he removed them.

  Her legs shook. She should be embarrassed to have her ass thrust into the air for this man she’d finally succumbed to less than twelve hours ago. Instead she wanted him to continue.

  “You want more?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Harder?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her face flamed. She gripped the rungs of the headboard tighter.

  He braced his hand on her lower back, a firm touch that gave her an increased sense of submission. And then he spanked her, harder, several quick swats that landed all over her bottom. When he struck that sweet spot low and center again, she lifted her head and screamed out.

  Mikhail stopped. He smoothed his hand over her heated skin.

  No. Oh. God. No. No no no no.

  “I know you need to come, baby.” His voice was gravelly as if he were as aroused as she was. “Let it build. Hold it back. Can you do that?”

  She wasn’t at all sure. She set her forehead on the pillow, dipping it under so her face was open and she could breathe easily. Hair fell all around her, red curls that concealed her expression. She moaned as she rocked back and forth. The need to come was intense.

  From spanking?

  “Tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll continue.” He squeezed her butt cheeks one at a time, his palm moving around to a different spot with each grip.

  She tried to breathe steadily, in and out. But the pressure… The tight knot in her belly demanding release. If he spanked her again, she would come. “Can’t,” she muttered.

  “Mmm, I think you can.”

  She tipped her head back and forth against the pillow in denial. She wasn’t kidding.

  Mikhail released her butt and back to grab her sweats and haul them down her legs. He tossed them aside, and the next thing she heard was the distinctive rip of a condom wrapper.

  Thank God.

  He straddled her legs again, grabbed her hips, and stroked his sheathed cock up and down her crack.

  God yes. Please. She moaned.

  When he righted himself, taking his cock away, she whimpered. His hands slid around to her ass again. “I’m going to spank you three more times. If you hold still and keep from coming before I say so, I’ll reward you with my cock. If you come without permission, I’ll leave your pussy empty and masturbate until I come on your ass. We clear?”

  “Yes, Sir.” She willed herself to keep from coming for three spanks. She could do it. Right?

  But the swats were hard and sharp, and she had to hold her breath and squeeze her eyes shut to do as he demanded. If she didn’t get to have his cock inside her, she might die of frustration. Even an orgasm wouldn’t take away the driving need.

  Her legs were positioned together, but no longer squeezed tight. The second the last blow landed, Mikhail thrust his cock between her legs into her soaking pussy.

  She screamed out again, lifting her head and arching her neck.

  That thrust was pure heaven.

  Her swollen clit throbbed.

  He held steady inside her for long moments. And then he slid his cock out, grasped it with one hand at the base, and dragged her wetness forward to circle her clit over and over. When he eased back to dip just the tip inside her pussy again, she pulled her elbows back to lift her shoulders off the bed.

  And then his cock stroked backward toward her tight rear hole.

  She found herself dipping her belly to present her ass to him more fully, craving the feeling she would get from being breached in that forbidden hole.

  This man had her world upside down. So many firsts. So much wetness.

  She sighed in relief when he thrust back into her pussy, but was startled when he breached her rear hole with a finger at the same time.

  “So sexy. Love having your ass up in the air like this.”

  She pressed herself back into him, wanting more of both. More of everything he offered.

  “That’s it. That’s so hot. Feel my cock inside you. Not gonna touch your clit. You don’t need it. Just let it go.” He stroked slowly in and out of her, every pass building until there was no way she could keep from coming.

  The orgasm that washed through her body sucked her breath away. It was powerful and all-consuming.

  As she gripped his cock and his finger with both holes at once, he pumped harder, flattening himself against her with such force she had to dig her elbows into the mattress to keep from falling forward and dislodging him.

  So good…

  Her orgasm dragged on and on with his thrusts, one orgasm becoming two before he finally finished with a long groan, both his middle finger and his cock buried to the hilt.

  She shuddered around him, unable to do more than listen to the ringing in her ears. She thought he might have spoken, but his voice sounded far away as if filtered.

  When he eased out of her, he gripped her hips and lowered her to her side on the bed.

  She couldn’t move, not even to brush her hair from her face.

  The mattress dipped as Mikhail climbed off. Moments later, while she was still trying to catch her breath, he returned.

  Standing to one side of the bed, he rolled her onto her back, brushed her hair out of her face, and grinned down at her. “Sexiest creature alive.”

  She tried to smile, but couldn’t find the energy.

  He held up a wet cloth and smoothed it over her face. It felt amazing. Cool. Soothing.

  And then he dragged it down her body. He nudged her legs apart and reached between them to wipe her pussy.

  She flinched, but didn’t say a word, mesmerized by his gentle touch.

  He disappeared again, this time returning with a tall glass of orange juice.

  He set it on the table, crawled up to sit at the headboard, and hauled her onto his lap. “You need to drink.” He reached for the juice and held it up to her lips.

  She didn’t think it would be possible, but she found herself suddenly very thirsty, and she guzzled the cold, sweet liquid down in no time.

  He set the glass back on the bedside table and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly against his chest. “I’m humbled.”

  That was the last thing she heard before sleep took
her under.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Haley opened her eyes wide, yanked awake by some noise. She bolted upright in bed, her heart racing, and glanced around the room.

  Mikhail showed up in the doorway, grabbing the frame to stop his momentum. When he saw her, his shoulders slumped, and he blew out a breath. “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  She set a hand on her chest, still catching her breath. “It’s okay. What was that noise?”

  “I dropped a pan. It was loud enough to wake the dead. Which it did.”

  “A pan?” Her stomach grumbled. “Are you cooking?”

  He smiled. “Yeah. Trying to. I’m not good at it, but I figured you would eventually wake up ravenous.” His gaze lowered to her chest.

  She glanced down to find herself naked, her breasts exposed, the sheet having fallen to her lap when she bolted upright. She gathered the sheet with her hands and tugged it up her chest.

  He grinned wider. “That’s cute. Sudden modesty. Ridiculous and unwarranted, but cute.” He tapped the doorframe and turned to leave. “I’ll finish cooking. You take your time dragging your ass into the kitchen.” And then he turned back around and shot her another look. “Don’t bother with clothes on my account. Too much effort. Just come naked.” And then he was gone.

  She gasped. As if.

  Naked in the kitchen was not her style.

  Ever.

  She sat there for several seconds, grasping the sheet as if it were a life line. Finally, she released it and spun to climb off the bed. She reached for her sweats in a heap on the floor and then righted herself and hesitated.

  Did he really think she would come to the kitchen naked?

  No. He wouldn’t expect that of her.

  So, she dropped the pants and paraded from the room, grabbing nothing more than a hair band from her dresser on the way by. As if she waltzed around naked every day of the week, she lifted her arms in the air to pull her hair back as she entered the kitchen.

  Mikhail turned around from facing the stove and dropped the spatula he held onto the floor. His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. “Jesus, woman.”

  She finished with her hair and lowered her arms, fighting the urge to laugh at his reaction. Oh yeah. It was epic. She walked right by him, angling for the fridge. When she pulled it open and bent to reach for a bottle of water, his hands landed on her hips.