Operation: Tempt Me

by Christina James

  She didn’t even recognize her own voice, it was filled with a husky desperation. Never had she expected a spanking to be so arousing, sending waves of pleasure throughout her vaginal walls and swelling her clit until it throbbed.

  “Oh, God, what did I ever do to deserve you, baby?” he whispered, like he hadn’t meant to say the words out loud.

  To her disappointment, the spanking had ceased. When did he stop? With her breaths ragged and her lungs desperate for oxygen, she gulped air. She hadn’t even realized she had been so breathless. Every cell in her body was alive, filled with an energy that had her believing she could match Miller’s strength, or collapse trying. Every inch of her pussy wanted Miller’s attention, but he was preoccupied with caressing her warm ass cheeks.

  Her moans echoed throughout her small bedroom. Miller dragged her off of his knees and cradled her back on his chest. Blinking her eyes, the room spun. With one strong arm wrapped around her waist, the other dipped between her legs. His fingers stroked her clit, creating a firecracker in his arms, shaking, vibrating, twitching.

  Her back arched and she screamed, “Miller! Yes! Oh, please. Harder.”

  Miller increased the pressure on her clit, rubbing circles over the hard nub until she thought she’d pass out from the orgasm riveting through her womb. How could it be stronger than the one earlier? All Cambrie knew was she could get used to this wild lovemaking. A roller coaster of pleasure circled deep inside her vagina, each wave creating another spasm of bliss to steal her breath and blank her mind.

  “That’s it, baby. Come hard for me. I love the feel of your juices on my fingertips.”

  When her energy should’ve been depleted, a burst of passion renewed her stamina. Miller loosened his grip around her and she spun to straddle him. All he wore was boxers. Her fingers grabbed at the elastic band, tugging without success to free the material from his body. She needed him naked. She needed to feel that hot male flesh against her skin.

  “Take them off,” she demanded through harsh breaths.

  He stood holding her with no effort at all, pushed his boxers down his legs and kicked free of them.

  “Now you,” he insisted, his dark brown eyes heated with a fiery desire not hiding his intentions.

  Pulling the T-shirt over her head, she stood before Miller with only the small lamp to illuminate their bodies. This man had been professionally trained in patience and control, a part of his world that she would never quite understand having no patience skills herself. But the low growl emanating from his throat as his eyes skimmed her body was only the first warning that she had managed to breech that schooling.

  Now she witnessed the total breakdown of that impeccable restraint. One glance into his eyes showed a wild hunger that had Cambrie’s blood pressure rising along with her libido. She had already come more times today than she had in a whole month and still she wanted, needed, more. Would she always crave his touch to the point of madness?

  Leaping into his arms, she clung to his neck with arms that felt more like spaghetti noodles than limbs. Her mouth landed on his, the need to taste him unbearable. Fusing her mouth to his, her tongue dove between his lips into deep, hot passion.

  Not able to get enough of him, she clawed and scratched at his shoulders, willing to apologize later for any unintentional damage. But the greedy lust rising within her was too powerful to fight, so she flowed with it, enjoying every second in Miller’s strong arms. Her pussy, already slick with her juices and swollen from her orgasms, begged for his cock.

  Breaking the kiss for a necessary breath, she whispered against his lips. “God, how can I need you so badly, Miller? Tie me up while you fuck me.”

  The words shocked her once they fell upon her ears. Where had that come from? She hardly knew her own body anymore with all its kinky cravings.

  But in true Miller fashion, he moved calmly to the pile of sex toys and in no time at all had the pink fuzzy handcuffs free of their package.

  He may be trained to hide his emotions, but there was no mistaking that gleam in his eyes, the one that warned she had stirred him beyond what she could handle. But with her body humming all over, she was willing to give anything a try to reach that awesome climax again. And she had her safe word.

  Panic consumed her. Her safe word? Oh, God. What the fuck was her safe word?

  Miller advanced on her too quickly for her to organize a sane thought. His arms dragged her back into his embrace while his head lowered to capture her mouth and sear her lips with a kiss made of fire and confidence. He controlled the kiss, the way his tongue traced the line of her lips, plunged inside, darted around like a flame licking at her with its heat.

  She could remain in this position forever without a complaint, surrounded by Miller’s strength and adoring attention. The smell of hot male flesh only enticed her more to dabble in their domination games.

  Curiosity may kill her someday but not tonight. Tonight, she had freed her spirit with Miller’s help and awakened a side of herself long kept hidden. It was about damn time she considered what she really wanted, what she deserved.

  And she deserved Miller Daly…every blessed muscle of him.

  Turning her away from him, Miller brought her arms behind her back, gentleness evident in his every move. Cambrie reminded herself to breathe to ward off the anxiety sneaking up on her and to face the rising excitement inside her. The first cuff attached to her wrist so fast and expertly, she didn’t have time to resist, not that she would’ve. The metal link seemed cool against her heated flesh even with the pink fuzzy fur around it.

  When the second cuff bound both her wrists behind her back, Cambrie was surprised there was no rush of panic within her. Instead, her pussy throbbed harder and she arched her neck back, hoping the offer would entice Miller to nibble her sensitive spot along the shoulder blade.

  To her disappointment, he had other plans. With careful movements, he lifted Cambrie onto her knees on the bed, settling her face gently against the blanket. Her ass high in the air should’ve had her squirming, but all she could do was control the thoughts racing through her mind, guessing his next moves. She heard the telltale ripping sound and pictured him pushing his cock into the condom.

  The bed dipped behind her and the heat from Miller’s body pampered her thighs. The thick head of his cock teased the entrance of her pussy, probing it.

  “Oh, Miller, let me feel your cock deep inside me.”

  “Is that what you want, Cambrie? My cock?” he asked, kissing her spine driving her wild with need.

  “Y-yes,” she whimpered.

  With one long thrust, he pushed inside her, his groans mixing with her cries while he held his body still. Her pussy stretched, accommodating the width and length of his cock, while each thrust along her vaginal walls created a fiery flash of spasms.

  “Christ, I can’t get used to your tightness. You feel so good, baby. So damn good.”

  “Show me then. Show me how good I make you feel,” she spoke in rushed words, needing him to pick up the pace or she’d resort to begging. The cuffs served as a reminder of her willingness to expand her sexual experiences and the thrill that came with that openness.

  Miller’s hand roamed over her tied ones. “You be sure to tell me if the handcuffs hurt, okay?” he demanded, concern etched into the statement and touching her heart.

  “Mmmm. I’m not complaining.”

  Latching his hand onto her cuffed ones, Miller began a steady thrusting, pulling almost completely out of her pussy before driving back in. Each new stroke found new places in her pussy to awaken and increase her arousal. The slapping of flesh against flesh filled the room, matched only by their rushed breaths as Miller fucked them closer to orgasm.

  “Come for me, Cambrie. I want to feel your pussy grip my cock and milk me dry. Come for me.” His tone held an urgency that suggested he couldn’t hold off exploding for long. His stamina was impressive but no match for the heat between their bodies, a heat fueled by lust and desires so p
owerful it rocked their control.

  Listening to his dirty talk heightened her awareness of their intimacy. While new positions and sex toys were new to her, so was the explicit talk Miller shared with her. She felt adored, cherished, and appealing.

  “Oh, God. I’m so close, Miller,” Cambrie yelled, the cuffs kept her from touching him, anchoring him while he thrust and driving her insane with the need to feel his muscles, his heat, his power.

  “Then come for me.”

  He increased his pumping until the entire bed shook with the force. The heat on her ass from the spanking reminded her of the erotic episode over his knees. The angle of his cock from this position allowed him to hit what she believed was her G-spot for the powerful electric shock it created each time he slammed into it.

  His hips pummeled into hers, over and over, until she screamed as the explosion ripped through her pussy.

  “Miller! I can’t. Do. This. Too. Much.”

  “It’s a little late…now…babe,” he yelled, achieving his release and holding his cock deep inside her core while he grunted inaudible words and his hand at her back gripped her with his usual strength.

  She rode the orgasm and each wave that came with it. Her clit had a heartbeat of its own, throbbing, pulsing, throbbing, pulsing, until it faded to leave her spent as his cock slid free. When the mattress bounced, she imagined he stood to discard the condom. She never even felt Miller remove the handcuffs, but when he dragged her into his arms and cradled her against his chest, she sighed. Wrapping the blankets around them, Miller’s arms swallowed her up.

  “Damn.” Miller’s voice whispered into her ear.

  “What?”

  “Forgot the light,” he said, then offered a huge yawn before crawling from bed, snapping off the light, and returning to her side.

  She turned to face him. “Miller? What’s the charge for holding a military man hostage?”

  He cocked an eyebrow, seen in the moonlight sneaking in from the half-open curtain. “Why? Plan on kidnapping me?”

  “Gave it some thought now that you’ve stirred this wild woman in me.”

  “Give me time. I’ll stir some more.”

  She laughed. He looked so exhausted. “I can’t leave Maddyville.” She hadn’t meant to just blurt it out, but it had been on her mind since their conversation earlier.

  His expression turned grim. “I know.”

  “It’s just that, well, my job pays for the nursing home for Aunt Annabelle. She raised me. I have to take care of her. I’m all she has left. I could never move away and leave her.” Tears tickled her eyes.

  “I understand, honey,” he said, his words comforting. Kissing the top of her head, he continued to hold her.

  She was so bummed that nothing could come of this wonderful connection with Miller. This special thing they shared had been doomed from the beginning. Aunt Annabelle had made sacrifices to raise Cambrie, the least she could do was make the same so her final years were as comfortable as possible. “I have to work in the morning. Taking time off now would just get me fired, and the library needs me to do all I can to win the grant that will keep us open.”

  “I might tie you to the bed, baby girl.”

  She gasped. “Don’t you dare, Miller.”

  He laughed and yawned again. “I’m sure I can keep myself occupied until you bring this sexy body back home to me. I’ll work out, maybe go for a run. I’ve got some calls to make to family and friends now that I’m back in the States for a bit.”

  For a bit. Those three words stung, but Cambrie brushed off the feeling not wanting to add to Miller’s stress.

  “And I have a laptop to do some work. Since you ordered the sex toys online, you must have wifi, right?”

  “Yes, of course. But you said you’re on vacation. Why would you have to do work on your days off?”

  “Ahh but, honey, the military is never really on vacation. I just have special permission to be away from my duty station. Allows me a little extra time to respond to orders.”

  And she knew he’d be called away. That was his job. Maddyville could offer him nothing when there was a world of bad guys needing an ass-kicker like Miller to teach them a lesson.

  “Do you mind me staying here while you’re at work?”

  The question was absurd. “Uh. Duh. We just had wild and kinky sex. Why would I mind?”

  “Just didn’t want to assume, that’s all,” he said with a half grin.

  “So, any idea how long I have with you?” she dared ask.

  “I’ve got a week before I have to report back. That doesn’t mean I can’t get called back sooner. Chances are good I’ll get to stay the week.” He kissed her forehead. “I’m beat. If I continue talking, I’m afraid I won’t make much sense.”

  “Me too,” she said with a slight giggle. “Miller?”

  “Yes, baby.” His sluggish voice sounded so different from the confident, strong tone he’d used earlier but was just as sexy.

  “I’m so glad you came. I’m happy you’re here with me.”

  His arm tightened around her. “Mmmm. Me too. At least now you’re in my arms, not just my dreams. Sweet dreams, Cambrie, baby.”

  “Sweet dreams, Miller.”

  Cambrie snuggled into Miller’s warmth, amazed at the contentment settling over her. A week. They had at least that much time. Then what? How could she ever rebound from a man like Miller Daly—so passionate, so intense, so…captivating?

  Chapter Eleven

  Cambrie slipped out of bed and into the bathroom quietly so Miller could get the sleep he needed. After all, he was on vacation. He should rest.

  The cool morning air raised goose bumps on her skin while she waited for the shower to warm up. What an odd twenty-four hours. She had met the most interesting man of her life, had the most amazing sex she’d probably ever have, and had that same sexy man fast asleep in her bed snoring lightly, his hard muscled body hogging most of the mattress and sheets.

  Stepping under the water, she thought about how just twenty-four hours ago she had been a totally different person. This morning, she awoke remembering all that she had discovered about herself while making love with Miller last night. The naughty side that she craved, now yearned for, and feared she’d never have after Miller left. How could such a wonderful night become bittersweet?

  “If you were going to sleep standing up you should’ve stayed in bed.” Miller’s voice scared the shit out of her. She spun around with her hand on her heart and the other wiping the water and her hair out of her eyes. She wasn’t used to having someone else in the house with her.

  “Shit, Miller. Don’t sneak up on me.”

  With palms out, he offered an apology. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.” He stepped into the shower, his massive body taking all available free space. She was forced under the stream of water and had to angle her head to avoid the water and open her eyes.

  “What are you doing?” she demanded.

  “Um, I think it’s obvious. Joining you for a shower.” The cocky smile he offered didn’t amuse her.

  “No you’re not. Get out. You’ll make me late for work.” And she didn’t need to be distracted by his sexy body.

  An evil smirk creased his lips. “I hope so. You need me to wash your back.”

  She placed her hand on his chest to keep him at arm’s length or she’d lose all track of time. “I’ve managed fine all these years, Miller. Now out.” She swung the shower curtain over to compel him to step out of the tub, but he only shut it again and remained with her.

  “Then I’ll help you wash that sweet pussy and your hot ass.” There was that damn patience of his again.

  Before she could protest again, his hand rubbed between her legs, the touch instantly igniting a fire within the walls of her pussy. Oh, God, his fingers felt so good caressing her pussy lips, reminding her clearly of their hot loving last night. She sank against his chest, capturing his mouth in a kiss meant to taste and explore. The warmth of his mouth wa
s no match for the heat from his body as every inch of her skin came alive under his touch.

  “Ever make love in a shower?” he asked against her lips.

  She looked at him like he had three heads. “What do you think?”

  “Awesome. Another first all for me.” His bragging finished with another kiss, only this time he lingered on her lips long enough to pull her leg up around his waist so he could trail his finger to the puckered entrance of her ass and push inside. She gasped and tore away from the kiss. “Relax for me, Cambrie. It’s just my finger. I want to get your ass ready so I can fuck it with my cock one of these nights.”

  Liking the intrusion of his finger, her body seemed to purr, wanting to feel more. The intimacy made her look forward to that time, helped her understand what it would feel like. “Mmmm. Feels good, Miller.”

  “Me too. So tight, like your pussy.” With his words tickling her ear, his finger maneuvered in and out of her ass. The slight pinch aroused her with thoughts of more anal play, maybe with toys.

  With a series of flutters, her pussy hummed. “You destroy me with your dirty talk, Miller. This isn’t fair.” Pushing her ass back onto his finger to encourage him to move faster, deeper, she sighed. “I need to get to the library and you’ve got me all worked up.”

  With a devastating smile, he had placed her under his charm. “Now, do you really believe I would send you off to work without finishing what I’ve started here?”

  Before she knew what to expect, his finger withdrew from her ass as he lifted her to straddle his hips, easing his cock inside her pussy. The stretching was minimal this time as he eased fully into her. How good it felt to have him stroking inside her.

  “Wait! Condom,” she yelled, her voice echoing over the spray of the water.

  The strength of his arms easily held her up. “Already taken care of. I put it on before coming in here. Waking up in your bed, surrounded by your lovely scent, gave me a massive hard-on. Thought you’d like to help me out with that.”