Purgatory Masters(40)
In the past, it took quit a bit of build up or seduction before her body began to respond. With Tucker, a look, a word and she was embarrassingly wet and ready.
To her dismay, they passed the bathrooms and the possibility of quick satisfaction seemed unlikely. Instead he opened an unmarked door at the end of the hall with a key card he’d produced from his pocket. Thoroughly confused, Maggie passed through the door and found herself plunged into darkness.
“Tucker?” She spun back to the door and sought answers.
“Easy, sub. You’re safe and sound here with me.”
A small amount of light began to fill the room, which she now recognized as some sort of staff locker room. In the middle of the space sat a gorgeous blue velvet couch atop plush, dark carpeting. As she turned and surveyed the room, she found the walls were covered with different sized lockers and not much else. Staff room or not, the luxurious tone of the restaurant had been carried into the back rooms as well. The soft lighting from sconces on the wall added to the ambiance, further surprising her that a business would go to such trouble for their staff.
“Are we supposed to be back here?” she whispered.
“Everything is fine, little one. I know exactly what I’m doing.” He closed the door to the outside and she watched him flip the lock. Before she could open her mouth to ask another question, he’d crossed the room and moved his big body into her personal space. “I’ve already given you more than enough opportunity to change your mind tonight. Now it’s time to obey. Show me your breasts.”
Maggie sucked in a breath at the unexpected request. Such a demand might have been met with resistance from any other man, but not from Tucker. He’d used that commanding tone that sent a delicious shiver down her spine. She raised her hands and reached behind her neck for the knot that held the halter of her dress together.
An odd feeling came over her. Until this week, her sex life compared to her research had been down right laughable. There’d been no adventure with her ex husband. They lived separate lives under the same roof.
So much of her life had been tied up in what she was supposed to do or what was expected of her. Tonight wasn’t like that. When she’d accepted Tucker’s gift and met him at this place, she’d finally shaken off the weight of her old life, giving her permission to start over.
She released the ties and allowed the halter to fall away. Cold air rushed over her skin and puckered her already sensitive nipples. Just being in the same space as Tucker had her on edge. Add to that the little BDSM touches he’d included in their evening thus far and her body had begun to simmer a long time ago.
“God, you’re so beautiful.” He wet one finger and circled her nipple. “These are beautiful.”
The simple touch of Tucker’s wet heat set her blood to sizzling. Her areola tightened with a sweet ache she wanted more of. Fortunately her mind cleared long enough for her to remember her manners. “Thank you, Sir.”
He smiled and that simple act made any last reservation about standing half naked in an employee lounge disappear. With both hands now gently squeezing her breasts and flicking at her nipples, her core contracted, building the arousal another notch higher. Much more of this and he could do anything he wanted. She sighed and closed her eyes.
“No, Maggie. Keep your eyes open and on me.” That voice slid through her consciousness like a sharp blade, alerting her to his displeasure. Her eyes snapped open.
“Much better.” He slid his hand in her hair and yanked her into his arms. There was no time to breathe before he captured her mouth and fiercely kissed her. He wasted no time pushing apart her lips and thrusting his tongue inside. She groaned. Their sheer force of his intensity made her weak in the knees. Good thing he held her to him, since he made it impossible for a girl to maintain her balance on four-inch heels.
She grabbed his biceps. The hard planes of muscle flexed and bunched under her fingertips. How had she ever imagined him as easy going—or dare she say boring? He was intense and rough, exactly as she’d always desired. A sudden pinch to her right nipple caught her off guard. As pain exploded, she gasped into his mouth. His animalistic and potentially out of control behavior pushed every damn button she possessed. Another light caress, even more dangerous than a pinch, because the pain gave way to more sizzling pleasure.
As suddenly as he’d grabbed her, he released her. Maggie wobbled on her heels until he steadied her with a grip on her elbow. Her body had gone soft and mushy.
“I could take you here and now. You’d say yes and beg me for more.”
Her sex squeezed at his sensual threat. She wanted it. Just as he’d said, the danger of being caught only made it all the more thrilling. He’d taped into another of her weaknesses whether he realized it or not. She imagined him pushing her to her hands and knees and subjecting her to a hard ride. This time her arousal coated her sex. Her body was even more eager than her mind. The last few days of heightened emotions and confusion came to a head in that moment. She needed him.