Why oh why does this turn me on? I'm such a control freak that it doesn't make any sense. I'm the type of woman who would punch a guy for something like that. But for some reason, I love this. Every bit of it. And half wonder why I haven't tried it before.
"Yes, sir," I say with a coy smile, unable to help myself.
His breath hitches, and he slides his hand under me, grabbing a nipple and rolling it between his fingers. I almost come from that simple touch, and moan while demanding my body to stay still.
"Why did you want to do this?" he asks softly, his lips brushing down the column of my throat as his fingers continue to tweak and torture my nipples, moving from one to another.
"Because it piqued my interest, but I know without a doubt not just anyone could make me do the things you can," I say too honestly, wincing at how obsessed that comes out.
His hand slides down my body as he climbs up onto the bed, his knees causing the mattress to dip ever so slightly as he moves in behind me. My eyes almost cross when my eyelids finally raise for me to stare at the massive headboard.
I lurch when he dips his fingers into my slit, but he grabs my hip with the flogger hand and pulls me back.
"Be still, or … " He lets the words trail off, the silky threat hanging around me like a dark, erotic promise.
I almost want to move just so he strikes again, giving me that small bite of pain before soothing it away with his hand the way he did before. But I'm preoccupied with the exploration his fingers are currently doing, one finger circling my clit as we speak.
I moan again, and his grip on my hip tightens in response.
"So wet. So soft," he says quietly, his voice strained.
His fingers never penetrate me, much to my chagrin, and I feel hollow when his hand moves, sliding across my inner thigh.
The flogger gently finds my spine, slowly sliding down it.
"Tell me what you want with me," Dale says, that flogger sliding lower to the small of my back and hesitating, as though he's waiting for my answer.
"Make me," I say with a grin he can't see.
His breath hitches, and that flogger cracks against my ass again. Yeah. I totally moan instead of yelping in surprise this time, then his hand smooths over the sting.
I shiver all over when I feel his tongue suddenly on me, tracing the curve of my ass before his teeth lightly bite me.
"Be honest, or I'll stop touching you."
Be truthful? Honesty only?
I'm about to sound like a crazy girl.
"I've always fantasized about you. Even after I hated you," I say on a rasp, almost whisper.
That flogger starts moving again, finding the curve of my ass, as his mouth moves away. "What were those fantasies?"
Nothing like this.
"You. Naked. Wanting me. Our bodies writhing for hours," I manage to squeak out.
He shudders against me as the flogger slides lower and lower, curling until it finds my clit and gently pops it.
Ah hell. Just that one tiny sensation nearly has me falling apart. Usually I'm the hardest person in the world to get off unless there's a badass vibrator trained on my clit for at least ten straight minutes with no reprieve.
Maybe I was just playing out the wrong fantasies in my mind.
"Why me?" he asks, his words almost too quiet for me to hear.
Be honest, Harley. Honest.
"Because you never ignored me. You always smiled. And just being around you made me feel like I was someone instead of something." Feeling a little too exposed, I continue. "And because when you walked into a room, my eyes gravitated to you, tracking all your steps. I sound like a stalker, but it's true. I couldn't look away. I couldn't even hate you after seeing you all these years later."
He leans forward, his weight pressing against my back in a way that makes me wish he was inside me while doing this. "And now?" he asks.
"And now the man is even more captivating than the boy ever was." The truthful words spill from my lips with no hesitation, and his weight lifts off as the flogger starts lightly popping my clit over and over and over …
Oh shit.
That slow build starts in my core, and I swallow against the lump in my throat. It feels like a reward and a punishment at the same time, just enough but not nearly enough in one breath.
I want him-his tongue, fingers, or dick. Something organic. Not a third party.
But when the orgasm rolls through me, crackling like fire across my body, the flames licking at me from the inside, my eyes actually do cross. A garbled string of sounds leave my mouth, and my entire body convulses as I struggle not to collapse.
How was that so powerful?
The flogger falls away, and my breath seizes in my lungs as Dale shoves a finger inside my still contracting-
"This is going to be good," he says before leaning over me again. "When I'm finally inside you, it's going to feel amazing."
With that, he leans off me, and my head grows dizzy with confusion as he shifts off the bed and starts undoing my cuffs, massaging my wrists as he frees them.
"That's all?" I ask, still stuck in post-orgasm haze.
A ghost of a sardonic smile kisses his lips before he banishes it. "For tonight, that's all."
Why does that make this hollow ache inside me even worse?
My eyes dart to his open jeans, seeing the proof that he's really aroused. And very well endowed, I might add.
"But you-"
His eyes cut me off, silencing me with an unspoken warning. No man has ever been able to shut me up with a look, but in this room, I'm not Harley Hayden. In this room, I'm apparently his.
And I really sort of like it.
Vivica will never let me hear the end of this.
"Let's go out to dinner," he says, even though it's close to nine now.
The words are so casual, as though he didn't just make me come with a flogger on my clit.
I don't bother arguing, because it's clear we're done for the night.
And I'm actually sort of giddy at the fact he's just getting warmed up.
Chapter 18
DALE
My doorbell is ringing, and I'm cursing the dead motherfucker on the other side for waking me up at six in the morning.
Dinner with Harley was … refreshing. You wouldn't have known I'd just tied her up and beat her clit with a flogger. Conversation was light and not invasive, but I love it when she blushes or laughs, as though it's a special sort of occurrence the tough, no-nonsense girl doesn't allow to happen too often.
She's a shark in the corporate world-I've recently researched her. Yet she's soft and pliable around me, which just makes my ever-growing obsession worry me all the more.
The persistent banging on my door draws me out of my reverie as I finally reach it and swing it open. And see a soon-to-be dead cousin glaring at me like I'm the one who just woke him up at the ass-crack of too fucking early.
"What the hell, Maverick?" I snap, and he thrusts a bag at my stomach so hard that a surprised grunt slips through my lips when it collides.
I snatch the bag, too disoriented to grasp what's going on, and peer inside. "Why are you bringing me romance novels at six in the morning?"
My anger is gone, replaced by utter confusion as I look back at the fuming man.
"There's not much romance in those. It's hardcore BDSM erotica mostly."
"And you just had this on hand?" I ask, amused as a taunting grin spreads across my lips.
He points his finger at me, fury still etching his features. "You don't get to judge, considering your current predicament. I just like to read the shit. I don't actually do it. Read every damn one of them, and never call me again to help you get your kink on."
"So in your free time you just-"
I stop, because it's probably not a good idea to tease him when he looks so murderous.
He points to his chest, his eyes narrowing to slits. "I mean it, Dale. Never again. I tried to jack off three different times last night, and every time I closed my motherfucking eyes, I saw you getting freaky with a flogger on Harley. Needless to say, I lost my boner. All three times. This morning? Same fucking shit. Now I need to go find a girl who doesn't get hearts in her eyes and start planning a white-picket-fence future, just so I can have a different image in my head for spank time."
I laugh under my breath as he turns and walks away. "Too much information," I say to his back.
"Fuck you very much," he says, flipping me off over his shoulder without ever turning around.
Still laughing, I walk back in, shutting the door as I curiously pull out some of the new reading material on my way to the den.
I put the bag down as I open the book. The very first page is right into the thick of things-pun intended.
His massive member dripped with excitement as it pressed into the lubed ass of-
Nope. Nope. This is two dudes and one chick. Dudes are a definite no for me.
Moving on …
The next one takes a little longer to build up, and I cock my head at the very painful things described. Nipple clamps … not sure how Harley would feel about them, but they aren't doing anything for my imagination.
And butt plugs …
Why is the ass so dominant in these damn things?
His quivering member thrust into my moist lady canal, gripping the sides of my channel-now how the fuck does a dick grip anything? Is this guy part dolphin or something? And moist? So not a good word to use. I'm not even going to acknowledge lady canal.