“You don’t have a lot of experience?” I felt drunk, repeating her words.
She shook her head, eyes averted, looking embarrassed. “I haven’t really done…”
“You’ve never gone down on a guy before?” How was this luscious creature so inexperienced all these years later? Sure, I liked the fantasy of her pining away for me, celibate as a nun, but reality told me six years was a long time. I hadn’t exactly left her with a lot of hope back in the day, and she was so tempting, so perfect.
Blood pounded in my ears. She still hadn’t responded. I leaned in closer to her on the bed.
“Kara?”
“I’ve dated,” she mumbled.
Damn it, she was being evasive. I felt a surge of jealous rage. Whoever they were, these men, I would find them and rip their heads off.
“Just dated, Declan,” she continued, apparently able to read my thoughts. “I’ve never done this before.”
I crushed her against me, searing her with my kiss. Mine. She belonged to me. I kissed her with a fire I hadn’t even known I had, a branding kiss, claiming her as my own.
“Kara,” I breathed into her, leaning her down against the pillows, parting her legs. I knew nothing other than that I needed to be inside of her, now. No time for foreplay, no teasing and stoking the fires. I was a volcano about to explode.
I parted her legs and plunged my cock deep up inside of her with one long, strong thrust.
“Yes,” she screamed. The hot, wet walls of her pussy took me in tight as a fist. I’d never felt anything so good. Like an animal, I thrust into her again and again, driven on by my savage lust and her cries of desire.
“Mine,” I growled with each hard, driving thrust.
“Yes,” she responded, meeting me with her hips. I brought my hands to her knees and forced them up, then pushed them down by her sides, opening her even more. It drove her wild, frenzied. She thrashed underneath me, taking me in all the way.
“Mine,” I claimed her.
“More,” she called out, writhing, sweaty and desperate. My balls slapping against her, the headboard pounded against the wall.
I buried myself in her, driving into her, relentless, fucking her senseless. The pressure built in me, burning, heating up, until I knew I was about to explode.
“Are you ready to take my come?” I growled. The question sent her over the edge. She began bucking helplessly underneath me, her hips raised off the sheets as wave after wave of orgasm engulfed her. Her tight pussy squeezed my cock and I lost myself, mindlessly pumping thick come into her as I roared out her name.
Panting, we lay in the twisted, sweaty sheets, intertwined. I never wanted to get up again. I wanted to lie there forever with her naked in the bed.
So I got up. I headed over to the bathroom.
“I’m going to take a shower,” I called over my shoulder. I didn’t look back.
Under pounding cold water, I pulled myself together. I’d lost control in there. I’d meant to play with her, tease her, tempt her. Start a slow burn. And I’d lost control. That didn’t happen with me. That wouldn’t happen again.
After the shower, I changed into some dark jeans and a crisp, fitted button-down shirt. I had a couple of meetings that day, some calls with potential investors, a pitch over drinks about a new opportunity. Sundays didn’t slow down much for the self-made businessman. That’s where I needed to focus.
I headed straight into my office. Kara took a shower, too, then came in to see me. Enveloped in a large towel, she stood there looking virginal and pink. I cleared my throat, my dick stirring once again at the sight of her.
Embarrassed, she murmured, “I don’t have any clothes.”
That’s right, I’d ripped hers off last night in the elevator. I liked her naked. I saw no reason for her to wear anything at all. But it was true, if she were going to come with me to New York she’d better have something to wear.
“You’re going to need some. Tomorrow we’re flying to New York. Why don’t you go shopping? I’ve got some work to do.”
“Shopping?”
“You need some clothes. That towel’s not going to cut it. Though I do like seeing you in it.” She blushed and looked down at herself. “Why don’t you head back to those boutiques you saw the other day and buy yourself some things?”
“Oh, I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t feel right going and spending your money like that.”
Huh. That was a new one. I didn’t think I’d ever heard anyone say that before. “You do need some clothes, Kara.” I tried logic. She still looked reluctant. “Or, no, that’s right, you have that t-shirt from last night. The one I ripped in half. We could put a button in the middle and you could wear that around. I could pop it open whenever I wanted.”
“Not going to happen.” At least now she was smiling.
“I need your help,” I improvised. Why hadn’t I started with that? Kara could never resist doing a favor.
“Really?” Kara brightened visibly at the prospect.
“I need you to buy a baby gift. My property manager in Bozeman and his wife just had a baby.” I’d gotten a text early that morning. The baby had come two weeks early, but was a perfectly healthy seven-pound boy.
“A baby?” She clapped her hands together with a big smile. I wanted to tell her a few more things that would take her hands away from that towel. It had slipped an inch.
“Could you pick something out?” I asked. “I’m terrible at that kind of thing.” That was true, too, but of course my PA Angie typically took care of all those sorts of needs. I had to admit, though, I liked the idea of Kara picking something out for Brett and his wife. She’d have fun doing it, too.
“Sure, I could do that. Anything else?”
So eager. I had to wash my mind out with soap. “Yes, while you’re out shopping, buy yourself some clothes to wear in New York. And Kara,” I said, serious. “Make sure you spend lots of money.”
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p; Nutty piece of work that she was, her response was a small, defiant pout.
Firm and in control now, I pointed my finger at her. “When you come home, you’re going to model it all for me. I want to like what I see. Don’t disappoint me, or I’ll have to discipline you.”
“What?” She looked at me wide eyed, suddenly nervous.
“You heard me. Now get going.” I turned back to the computer. She walked out of my office.
I wanted her nervous, anticipating tonight. I liked the idea of her going shopping for me, choosing things I might like that she could model for me. Clothes that I could take off. Because as much as I loved that defiant spark in her, tonight I’d enjoy teaching her some discipline.
CHAPTER 4
Kara
Then
“Princess?” At the sound of my father’s voice, I paused at the front door. I was heading down to bring Bill his mail. He didn’t get much, so it wasn’t any trouble to sort it and bring it down to him on Sunday mornings. I usually gave him some of the extra fliers and sales circulars Daddy and I would have thrown out, too. I knew he enjoyed looking through it all.
“What is it, Daddy?”
“While you’re down there, would you check in on Declan? He’s been fighting a nasty flu. The man won’t stop working even with a raging fever.”
I didn’t need to be asked twice. I about flew down to Bill’s, leaving his mail on his porch after I rang the doorbell instead of staying to chat a few minutes like usual. Rushing over to Declan’s cabin, I wondered how long he’d been sick. I’d been avoiding him like it was my job for the last two weeks. Ever since that night.
The night he’d caught me. I’d snuck down to his cabin and pleasured myself on his bed. He’d watched me do it, seen me come on my fingers as I’d called out his name.