by Lora Leigh
"It is now. I'm tied, literally. You're not. You get off, and I win."
Excitement pounded through her, rushed through her brain, her veins, each nerve ending. She could feel a wild eroticism growing inside her, matching the dark hunger that flickered in Chase's expression now.
This was what she had always sensed inside him. Something wild and untamed, something to match and counter the fierce, reckless hunger she had always fought within herself.
There was no surrender. She could feel it burning between both of them. He was the more experienced. This sensual world was his erotic playground, and rather than stepping in slowly, she was jumping into it with both feet.
And loving it.
She was certain she would win. She could tell he was certain he would win. She might come so many times she was exhausted, but she had never passed out in her life. She wasn't going to start
now.
Chase restrained his next grin. Instead he cupped her pussy, stroked it, and felt the damp heat beneath the crotch of her panties.
She was already fiery wet, aroused and ready for him. And daring him with every look from those mysterious, brilliant eyes.
He knew exactly how to get what he wanted. He knew she wasn't experienced enough, wasn't jaded enough, to control the strength of the orgasm he would give her. When he finally gave it to her.
It took patience. It would take pushing her into an arousal that would leave her wet with sweat, begging, pleading. And he would hear her pleas far longer than he was certain she wanted to scream them out to him.
And there was nothing he loved better than pushing a woman to that point. Nothing more torturous, more pleasurable than taking a woman to that particular high and watching her fall over.
"Poor Kia," he whispered as he ripped the shreds of her camisole from her body. "Don't bother begging, baby. It won't help."
She smiled. A seductive, feminine smile that had his cock twitching.
"I'll remember that line," she responded, her voice husky, sensual. "I'll repeat it to you when my turn comes."
He tossed the fabric to the floor before gripping the band to her panties and tearing them from her hips. She jerked involuntarily, hips lifting, a little gasp leaving her throat, assuring him that she was already well on her way to the point he needed her to reach.
She was responsive, eager for the pleasure, and she trusted. That trust, the thought of it, the knowledge that in such a short time she had handed him that much of herself, caused his chest to clench with unexpected emotion.
Hell, he knew married couples who hadn't reached this point yet.
Moving back, he enclosed her legs between his thighs, pressing them tight together and holding them in place as he bent to her.
His cock pressed into the soft flesh of her belly and her lips parted beneath his as she undulated beneath him. Her clit would be aching, he knew. The pressure of her thighs wouldn't be enough to do more than tease and tempt at this point. She would be close, certain her orgasm was only a breath away. And it was much farther away than she could ever imagine.
He played with her lips. Kissed her slow and deep and tasted the passion already raging inside her. He nipped at her lower lip, felt her breath coming hard and deep, then sank into the kiss with all the need raging inside him.
He'd wanted her, just like this, for so many years. Helpless beneath him, arching to him,
desperate for every touch, every stroke he could give her.
Chase could feel the pleasure pouring through him as well. Each gasp from her lips, each stroke of her tongue against his, each helpless little moan that came from her throat was like a physical caress against his flesh.
This was what it was all about. All the patience, each stroke, each plea from her lips, each sweet drop of syrup from her heated pussy was his pleasure.
When his kiss had pushed her to the lowest point of the journey he intended to take her on, he pulled back. He stroked the backs of his fingers down her cheek as her lashes lifted.
Her eyes were dilated, the color darker now. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen with passion.
"I've dreamed of doing this to you," he admitted, his head lowering, his lips brushing against her jaw, his teeth raking it as a whimpering little sigh left her lips.
"You didn't have to wait." Her voice was thick, heavy with arousal now.
"I should never have waited." He had never been certain that the gentle, quiet young woman he glimpsed on the outside could handle the darkness that filled Chase on the inside.
Had he been wrong? Was the woman who had begun to fill so many parts of his heart stronger than he ever believed possible?
Kia had to watch as he touched her. She couldn't touch him back; she could only strain against him and wonder if she had somehow managed to lose all possession of her common sense when she dared him.
She knew what the Trojans were. The nickname given to the men who were a part of the exclusive club Chase helped to protect.
They were extremely dominant. They were powerful, and they were whispered to be the ultimate lovers. She wasn't the only one who had dared to tell the truth about them; she had just been the only one who had dared to whisper it outside the confines of a particular group.
There had always been vague little stories. Hints of warnings. And there had always been Chase, watching her, promising her all those stories were indeed the truth.
She arched as his lips moved along her collarbone, his tongue licking a trail of fire to a hard, distended nipple. She was already so sensitized she could barely stand it. But when his lips surrounded the hard peak and he sucked her deep, she wished she had never made that insane dare.
She could be touching him now, fighting for the pleasure. Instead, she was restrained, her hands bound, helpless beneath his touch. Helpless beneath the pleasure.
"Do you feel it yet, Kia?" His head lifted, his face flushed with arousal, his eyes bright with it.
"Do you feel it moving through you yet?"
She shook her head. She bit back the moan of assent as she felt that darkness she knew he was asking about. It hovered, right at the edge of her mind, the hungers she had always refused herself, until Chase. Until he held his hand out to her and pulled her into his world.
His tongue curled around the opposite nipple. He sucked it and fire shot to her womb as she bit her lip to hold back her cry. The first plea.
He was slow and easy, sucking her deep and firm. His tongue licked and stroked, and each flick of it sent pleasure cascading across nerve endings that should have never responded to that caress.
Her fingers curled. She gripped the leather straps restraining her and tried to push her nipple deeper into his mouth.
He pulled back, a little sucking sound echoing around her as her nipple slid from his lips. His teeth caught the tender bud a second later.
Kia gasped. The fiery little pleasure pain had her nearly begging for more.
And he knew it. Damn him. He knew exactly what he was doing, knew he was torturing the hell out of
her. She should have known, should have thought—
"Chase," she moaned his name as he pulled her nipple back into his mouth, sucked and licked and had her whimpering now, arching closer to him.
"So pretty." He eased up, stared down at her nipples. "Look how pretty, Kia. Flushed and tight."
Her nipples were a dark pink, so hard now they felt bruised, tingling and burning for the touch of his mouth again.
"I'll need another taste later," he growled, releasing his grip on her legs as he moved to her side, then knelt by her head. "But now, it's your turn to taste. Can you make me give in?"
Kia watched as his fingers gripped the stalk of his cock, pumping it slowly as the wide, dark head throbbed and dampened with a pearl of liquid.
She licked her lip, then licked that pearl. She watched his face, watched his thick lashes drift over those brilliant eyes as she curled her tongue over the head and filled her mouth with the taste and the heat of him.
She tempted him, and she knew she did. She licked the underside, let her teeth rake against it oh so gently and whimpered as her name tore from his throat.
"That's good." The fingers of one hand latched in her hair as he restrained the sucking rhythm of her mouth. He pulled her head back, pushed it forward, used her own hair to control her. The little bites of pressure against her scalp were like fingers of erotic pleasure. It would loosen, tighten, and she sucked him deeper, fought to hold on to the heavy flesh as he retreated, then pushed back.
"Ah yeah, Kia. Sweet baby," he groaned. "Suck my dick, sweetheart. Show me you want it.
How bad do you want it, darling?"
She tried to move her mouth faster, to force him to fuck past her lips with harder strokes. His fingers in her hair restrained her again, forcing her to use her lips and tongue and the sucking motions of her mouth only.
The taste of him, the heat of his flesh, the desperate hardness, were like an aphrodisiac. She could feel his need for her there, and she could see it in the heavy, brooding expression on his face.
He wanted her. He ached for her. It wasn't just lust. One could walk away from lust. It was simple. So easy. But neither of them could walk away from this. This pleasure that raced over her flesh, dug its talons into her nipples, her clit, and the raging need of her pussy. This couldn't be escaped nearly so easily.
"Fuck." He pulled back, his cock sliding from her lips despite her attempts to hold it to her.
"That's cheating." She licked her lips, hungry for more. "I can't escape you."
"I didn't make the dare." His breathing was harsh, perspiration dampened the tensed muscles of his chest, thighs, and arms as his expression tightened in need.
Kia stared up at him and licked her lips. "One more taste," she whispered. "I dare you."
His eyes narrowed. In one smooth, controlled thrust his cock filled her mouth again.
Kia let him feel the edge of her teeth, holding him in place as she licked, sucked, played, and teased and watched his head tip back on his shoulders as his thighs bunched and strained at the pleasure.
She should have thought of that before. Holding him where she wanted him. She could feel his cock pulsing, throbbing. He was close. He had to be close. All she had to do was make him spill into her mouth.
His hand moved from her hair, his fingers found her nipples. Each time she licked, he milked her nipple. Each time she sucked, he tugged at it. Each time she thought she was close to pushing him to the limit, she had to pause to keep from crying out at the delicate pressure he placed on the sensitive tips.
She was lost in the battle, pausing, sucking, holding back her need to lift the pressure of her teeth from his cock just to breathe, and she was winning. She knew she was, until his hand slid down her body and his fingers speared into the gripping, saturated depths of her pussy.
"Oh God!" Her hips jerked, arched, her lips parted, her teeth loosened and just as fast, his fingers slid from the desperate depths of her vagina.
"No! Damn you," she cried out.
"Naughty little Kia." There was amusement in the rich, husky tone of his voice. "I think I'm going to have to punish you for that."
"Yeah. You do that." She panted, still fighting to breathe, her thighs clenching as she fought to find the right amount of pressure against her clit to achieve just a measure of relief. She wasn't asking for a full climax here. Just a little bit.
"I intend to." There was a hint of laughter in his voice before he surprised her by flipping her to her stomach and moving until he straddled her thighs again.
"Spankings aren't punishment." She pressed her forehead into the mattress. Oh God, she was in so much trouble here. If he started with one of those erotic little spankings she was going to be screaming, begging him to fuck her. Already she could feel her juices dampening her thighs, spilling from her desperately pulsing vagina as her clit throbbed with agonizing demand.
Just a little bit of a release, she thought, biting back a moan, a plea for just that. She wasn't asking for much. Really.
"I don't want to punish you, sweetheart." His hand smoothed over the rounded globes of her rear. "That's the farthest thing from my mind."
Oh hell. She bit into the sheet beneath her, and repressed a low, agonized moan as his hands clenched in her butt, shaped and massaged, parted the firm curves as he hummed a little growl of appreciation.
Seconds later, the heavy pats and heated little caresses began. Not really a slap, not yet. They built, burning her flesh and sending waves of wildfire bursting through her nerve endings.
She couldn't stand it. She shook her head and pressed back, needing more. She cried out his name, fought for balance and for control, and found there was nothing but the pleasure to hold on to.
"So pretty," Chase breathed out roughly, his fingers easing through the narrow cleft. "I'm going to have you here tonight, Kia." He pressed against the tiny, hidden entrance. "So slow and easy.
You'll feel every inch of penetration, every caress to every nerve ending."
"This so isn't right." She jerked, pressing back as the pressure eased and he shifted behind her.
"Untie me. I'll torture you, too."
"That wasn't the deal, darlin'," he crooned. "The deal is, I can make you pass out when you come. Just like you dared me to do when you bragged about that damned vibrator. Remember?"
She groaned. "I lied."
"Of course you lied." She felt his kiss against her rear. "Nothing can ever make you come like I can, Kia. We both know that. Don't we?"
She bit the sheet again and he chuckled.
"Are you ready to give in, baby? All you have to do is say the word, and I can fill that tight pussy, slow and sweet, and make you come in five seconds flat."
"You cheat," she moaned.
"I want you wild beneath me." He nipped her rear as she felt his fingers, slick, thick with lubrication at her back door once more. "I want you to feel the darkness, Kia. I want to tear into you, take hold. I want you to feel what I need to give you." A finger eased inside her, parting the tender, nerve-filled tissue as she arched back, taking it deeper,
easier than she ever had.
He retreated. A second finger joined, eased inside her, and she took it eagerly, moaning at the little pinch of sensation that ricocheted through the narrow passage.
"So sweet." His wrist twisted, his fingers pumped inside her, preparing her, stretching her, then retreating slowly.
She would come. She could feel it. She was going to climax whether he wanted her to or not.
The sensations alone would drive her into ecstasy.
Three fingers. She was on her knees, backing into the impalement.
"Ah, yes." Her head tossed against the mattress, flames licked over her, inside her. "Chase. Do something. Do it now."
The slow, easy thrusts were killing her. She could feel her orgasm just out of reach, so close, building inside her, tormenting her clit. Her pussy wept with need, spasmed at the erotic emptiness inside it.
Chase moved closer, his jaw tightening, the most erotic pleasure he had ever known filling him as he parted the cheeks of her ass and tucked the head of his cock at the tiny entrance of her ass.
Chase could feel the sweat rolling down his neck, his back. He was fighting to breathe, to blink the moisture from his eyes as he watched her press back, watched the tiny hole flare open, rosy and sweet, and take the tip of his cock.
"Yeah, take it, sweetheart." He watched, entranced, forcing himself to stay still.
He loved this about her. Loved how easily she took the pleasure and returned it. He watched, dazed, as the entrance stretched around him, sucking him into her.
It was blazing hot, so fucking tight. The tight ring of muscle just inside flexed around him almost painfully as he gritted his teeth and let her set this pace.
She worked her ass onto him, taking him slow and easy, easing over the thick head as her moans turned to cries and heated the air around them further.
"Oh God! Chase!" she screamed his name as the head of his cock popped past the snug tissue and eased into the heated channel.
She was on her elbows, her ass lifted to him, her flesh stretched tight around the base of his erection as he shook his head and fought against the need to come.