by Lily Harlem
“And…” He pressed his groin against her pussy and the hard length of his cock rubbed over her panties. “Are we in danger of making any little Kanes and Imogens?” His lips twitched, as if he were holding in a smile.
She caught her breath. “No, no, that’s covered. Pill.” But damn, the thought of having his babies…
“In that case, we should get this show on the road.”
“Yes, take the bull by the horns,” she added.
“Excellent analogy.” He dropped his head and kissed her. As he did so, he maneuvered them both up the bed until her head was on the pillow.
Imogen ran her hands over his buttocks, touching him through his trousers. Damn, why was he still wearing clothes? “Take these off,” she said. “Now.”
“Bossy little thing, aren’t you,” he said, ducking and taking her right nipple into his mouth. He massaged her other breast, tweaking and teasing, scooping the flesh into his palm.
Imogen shut her eyes and ran her hands over his hair. So many times she’d dreamed of touching him, having him touch her, and now it was happening.
He spread his kisses downward, over her navel and to her lower abdomen, his hands spanning her waist, his thumbs stroking her skin.
She fisted the sheet and watched as he kissed her mound over her panties. He lingered and breathed deep, as though taking in her aroused scent.
“Kane…”
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he said, slipping his fingers into the elastic of her underwear. “Or how difficult this is for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“To fuck. I just want to fuck. Take you to places you haven’t been before.”
“So do it. Take me.”
He shut his eyes for a moment and shook his head. “Give me strength.” He pulled at her knickers, exposing her thin strip of pubic hair and her pussy.
He moved quickly and efficiently, tugged them over her feet, then stood from the bed.
He loomed large through the shadows. He was breathing fast, his wide shoulders shifting up and down. He reached for his belt buckle and undid it, slowly drawing the leather through the loops.
She swallowed and watched it slide free.
He twisted the buckle end around his fist, twice.
Imogen stared at the leather held tight in his hand and the dangling strip that hung down past his knee. Damn, that looked like a pretty good flogging implement.
Is that what he’s going to do?
She clenched her buttocks. Butterflies of nerves alighted in her stomach. He’d said vanilla—had he changed his mind? Was he going to make her ass red and sore, then fuck her?
He was staring at her, just staring at her.
She felt sacrificial, vulnerable… she felt like his.
“Damn it,” he muttered, dropping the belt suddenly. He undid his fly and his trousers loosened. He pushed them off, then slipped his black boxer briefs down his legs.
Imogen wished the lights in the room were on, that she had more than just the glow from the New York skyline. She wanted to see him, all of him.
He stepped to the side of the bed, and she saw his cock in silhouette, jutting up and out from a mass of groin hair.
Fuck, the guy was big, but again, she’d expected that.
As if guessing her thoughts about light, he flicked on the side lamp. A warm radiance filled the room.
“I need to see you,” he said, climbing onto the bed next to her. “Every bit of you.”
Imogen nodded and reached for him. She dragged his warm body close and breathed in the scent of his skin.
He kissed her, his cock nudging against her hip as he stroked her upper body. “I need to know,” he murmured, “what you liked and didn’t like at the club.”
“Is this business talk?” She pulled back and traced her finger over his jawline. “You want to know if I liked the color of the walls?”
“No,” he growled. “I want to know what turned you on. Made you wet…” His caress traveled to her pussy. “Here.” He dipped his finger between her lips and pressed her clit, just lightly.
“Mmm…” Imogen said, “that turns me on.”
“I mean the spanking you saw. How did that make you feel?” He spoke onto her cheek, then kissed up to her temple.
“Hot, sexy, I… liked it.”
He eased through her pussy and found her entrance.
Imogen spread her legs wider, wanting to feel him there, needing penetration. “Oh…” she said on a sigh. “Yes… more…”
“Talk and I’ll give you more.”
Talk, yes, she could do that. “I liked watching the flogging, the woman on the bench, that turned me on. Seeing her strapped down, fucked like that.”
“At the club you said but. I asked if you’d like to be that woman and you said yes but…” He smoothed around her pussy, teasing by not going near her clit or inside her.
“But.” Fuck, she struggled to remember now. Kane touching her was pretty distracting. She shifted her hips, hoping for more.
“What was the but…?” he asked against her ear. “Tell me, but what?”
Ah, now she recalled the words that had been in her head. “But, but I wanted it to be you, Kane, not Master Zen behind me, flogging me, fucking me. I would only do that with you.”
“Oh, perfect answer.” He pushed into her—two long, firm fingers.
Imogen moaned and clenched her internal muscles around the invasion.
“Jesus, you’re so hot and tight,” he said, propping onto his elbow and looking down at her.
“And you’ve got me ready to beg for it,” she managed, reaching for his cock. It was time to get serious.
“Ah, ah, ah…” He shifted away and gave a devilish grin. “Not yet, you must tell me more.”
“About what?” She pouted.
“The club.” He withdrew from her pussy then pushed back in, a slow finger fuck.
Imogen gripped his forearm and felt his muscles tense beneath the skin as he moved. Damn, the guy was hot, a tease for sure, but really hot.
“Tell me about the cross,” he said. “Would you like to be tied to that with me paddling your sexy ass until it’s red and sore?”
“Yes. Yes, I’d try it.” Just the thought sent more moisture to her pussy.
The heel of his hand connected with her clit and produced the dense pressure she’d been craving.
She moaned and clutched him tighter.
“And the butt plug?” he said. “Have you ever tried one?”
“No… never.”
He set up a steady rhythm, in and out of her pussy, riding over her clit. An orgasm was buried deep, but his ministrations were tempting it to the surface. She groaned and squirmed; the soft, moist sounds of him easing into her dampness turned her on all the more.
“So you’re an anal virgin?” he whispered.
“Er, yes, I suppose so.” She’d never really thought about anal sex. Never been with anyone who’d suggested trying it.
“How delicious,” he whispered. “To have all that pleasure to come.”
“I—”
“What about bondage?” he asked, upping the pace of his hand.
“Oh, God.” Imogen tensed her thighs and closed her eyes. He was getting it just right, mounting up the pressure.
“Imogen,” he said sternly. “Bondage. You ever been tied up?”
“Er, no, I mean, yes, once, with a scarf, messing about… not like that…” She paused. An orgasm was approaching.
“Not like what?”
“So seriously, ropes, benches… ah… fuck, I’m going to…”
“You’ve never been strapped down with ropes and handcuffs.”
“No, no… I, God, please, I’m coming…”
“Yes, you may come, come now.” He ratcheted it up a level, fingering her G-spot and rubbing her clit. “Come, baby. I need to see you come.”
“I’m coming now.” She opened her eyes and stared up at him.
He was looking at h
er with wild intensity, his shoulder shifting as he pumped his fingers into her hard and fast.
Her abdomen tensed and she curled forward, pressing onto him. She gasped as release overtook her. She dug her fingernails into his forearm as pleasure shot from her pussy. Her skin tingled, her cunt spasmed. Still he kept on dragging out her bliss.
“So fucking beautiful,” he said. “I knew you would be.”
“Oh… Kane…” She pushed at his hand—it was so much, too much. “That’s it, please. I need to catch… my breath.”
He slipped his hand from her and she flopped backward and drew her legs together. Aftershocks rippled through her pussy and she moaned with each one.
He caught her face in his damp hand and kissed her, his stubble catching on her chin.
After a moment she pulled back. “You play dirty,” she said, smiling.
“What? Me?” He tweaked her right nipple and drew it to a point.
“Yes, you, Mr. Ward.”
He smiled. “I just have ways and means of getting what I want.”
“And you wanted to find out about my sexual experience to date.”
“I’ve only just scratched the surface of what I want to find out about you, and only just started on the experiences I want to give you.” He leaned down and took her nipple between his teeth. He bit gently then tugged, pulling it to a long, stretched point.
Imogen let out a juddering sigh; the discomfort held dark pleasure. She wanted him to stop, but wanted more.
Kane released her nipple, then applied the same treatment to the other one.
Again she tensed at the pain, but then relaxed into it, let it spread over her breast.
He stopped and a slow smile tugged his lips wide. “It’s time to fuck,” he said.
“Yes.” Her heart was beating wildly—she was desperate to feel him inside her.
She reached for him as he slid over her, his body weight pressing into her slightly. He was all she could see, smell, feel. Had she ever been so overtaken by a man before?
His cock nudged up against her entrance and she spread her legs wider.
“I want you to come again,” he said, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. “I want to feel you come around my dick.”
“Yes, Kane, please…” She wriggled a little, pushing herself onto his smooth cockhead.
He groaned and curled his hips under—entered her an inch.
She gasped. Fuck, he was wide and it had been a while.
He took her some more, kissed her at the same time, his tongue probing the way his cock was.
Imogen shut her eyes and became lost in him. She allowed her pussy to relax as he slipped through her wetness, stretching her and filling her.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” he murmured when he hit full depth. “You have no idea how many times I’ve wanted to be buried balls deep in you.” He paused and smoothed her hair from her forehead. “When I’ve seen you in meetings in those tight skirts, hair all neat, fuck, I’ve just wanted to mess you up, make you dirty, make you and your cunt mine.”
His uncharacteristically crass words turned her on even more.
He pulled out then eased back in, covering her clit in hard pressure. “Mmm…” he said on an outward breath, his eyes closing for a moment. “Fucking yeah…”
Imogen wrapped her legs around his waist again, tipped her hips to meet him and felt his cock drive even deeper—the tip pressing on her cervix and creating a deep, dense sensation. She didn’t usually come more than once when having sex, but she was pretty sure it was about to happen. She felt so alive, so at one with him. His desire was electric and his body everything hers needed.
She had a sudden urge to see him, be on top. She shoved at his shoulder and twisted her body.
He fell to the side, a look of surprise on his face, as she went with him, taking the lead.
Without dislodging him from her pussy, Imogen sat astride his hips, with her back straight and breasts jutting forward.
He reached for her nipples, rolled them between his fingers and gave a low chuckle. “You’ve a lot to learn, little lady.”
“I’m sure I have.” She wasn’t too sure what he was referring to, but at that moment all she could think of was how deep his cock was. This new angle had seemingly lodged him higher still, and the sensation tightened her throat and made her skin prickle. She wanted to come again.
She rocked her hips, rubbing her clit onto him. She did it again, and again, picking up speed.
He was staring up at her, his eyes wide, his lips slightly parted.
“Oh, fuck, I’m going to…” she said, tipping her head to the ceiling and shutting her eyes. She flailed her arms as the pressure built.
He caught her hands and linked their fingers. “Yes, come again, let it take you.”
She gripped him, holding on as she picked up the pace, racing for a climax that she had complete control over. She held her breath; it was there, one more…
“Ah… yeah…” she said, bliss spilling over her body and pounding through her pussy.
Suddenly she was in his arms—he’d sat forward and encased her. He shoved his hips upward and buried his face in her neck.
He grunted and dragged her down onto his cock, several hard connections that pushed air from her lungs.
“That’s it…” he said breathlessly, cradling the back of her head and forcing her to look at him. “That’s… fucking… it.” He jerked his hips again, pulled back his lips and wrinkled his nose.
More orgasmic spasms tugged at her pelvis as she was aware of him coming inside her. She kissed him, hard, rode through the ecstasy with him. He was hot, his breaths fast, and his biceps held her pincer-like in his embrace.
In one swift move she was beneath him again.
He thrust into her, a tremor besieging him.
“That was… worth the wait,” she said, kissing his cheek.
He drifted his caress down her waist to her thigh, hooked his hand beneath it and pulled her leg up. “Every bit of you has been worth waiting for.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
“I do.” He withdrew, then pushed back in, sliding through the wetness.
Imogen moaned; she wanted it again. More. Not that she wasn’t satisfied, she was; she just wasn’t sure if she’d ever get enough of Kane Ward. A tremble traveled over her body. He was so edgy and they’d only just started. Where would this journey take her with this man who was both commanding and demanding? One thing she was sure of, he’d take her to places she hadn’t been before, and that knowledge was both thrilling and frightening.
Chapter Nine
“I’m afraid I have back-to-back meetings this morning,” Kane said, straightening his navy tie.
“That’s okay.” Imogen propped onto her elbow and watched him. He was so handsome in a black suit that fitted him to perfection and a pale blue shirt. She couldn’t imagine anyone in any meeting not going along with what he said. He held such an air of authority, of competence and power.
As he turned to face her, she swished her legs beneath the duvet, enjoying the feel of the sheets on her naked skin.
“I really would rather be with you.” He walked up to the bed and took his wallet from his inner jacket pocket.
“And I’d rather be with you,” she said with a smile, thinking how wonderful it had been to wake up in his arms. “But you’ve got an empire to run.”
He gave a small shrug. “It’s just work.”
“It’s important.”
“So are you.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Here.” He flipped open his wallet and retrieved a golden credit card. “Go shopping.”
Imogen stared at the card. He wanted to give her money, for shopping?
“Buy another outfit for Sub Space,” he said. “I’d like to take you back there.” He offered the card forward. “Tonight if I can organize it.”
“But—”
“And a dress for dinner. I’d like us to meet up with my brother Taylor tomorro
w night. The pin number for this card is one, two, three.”
“I have a dress for dinner.” Imogen didn’t take the card; instead, she sat and the covers slipped to her waist.
Kane glanced at her breasts. “Okay, well, buy what you want. A new handbag, shoes, whatever it is you’d like to treat yourself to.” He put the card on the bed, then quickly checked his watch. “I have to go. I’ll be back at four. Please be here.”
She could feel a flush rising up her chest to her cheeks, but it wasn’t a blush, it was irritation—extreme irritation. She didn’t want his credit card. Suddenly the collar she’d slept in felt tight and restricting. Quickly, she undid it and set it aside.
“Four,” he said, walking toward the door.
“No.” She shoved at the covers and stood. “Wait right there.”
He stopped. Turned. A frown ran across his brow as he took in her bare neck.
“I don’t want this.” She picked up the card and strode naked up to him. She held it between them. “I don’t want your money to go shopping. I have my own money.”
“But I have more and I’ve told you what I want you to buy.” He seemed genuinely confused and also a bit peeved.
She paused. “I know you have more money, few people on the planet do have more than you, but still, I work hard so I have cash for nice things. I don’t need you to spend money on me. I’m grateful for the trip and the hotel and the leather dress, but please…” She waggled the card. “I can shop with my own money.”
“But I want you to have mine.” He took a step back and folded his arms. His jacket bunched and his tie wrinkled.
“Don’t you see?” Imogen said.
“No. I don’t see.” He shook his head.
“I’m used to taking care of myself, Kane. I’m independent.”
“And I adore that about you.”
“So don’t take it away.”
He unfolded his arms. “I’m not, I just don’t agree with you spending your own money on things I’ve asked you to purchase, or as a way to pass the time because I can’t be with you.”
“Well, we’ll have to agree to disagree. Whatever this is, between us, money is not part of the equation.”
“Money is always part of the equation.” He said it as though fact and non-negotiable.
