She lies there, chest heaving, eyes glittering, as I spread my hand across her belly and rub that seed deep into her body.
“You’re mine now, Amy. Don’t you forget it.”
She stares me straight in the eyes. “I belong to nobody.”
To someone who didn’t know her like I did, that statement would sound like a declaration of defiance. But it’s more of a plea to me—one that says she’s tired of being alone but afraid of what it might mean to share her life with someone.
She’s skittish like a newborn foal but set in her ways like an old mare. I’ve got to negotiate that tricky path to keep her. Without removing my leathers, I climb onto the bed. Now’s not the time to challenge her.
I’ll show her what I mean and how I intend to go on soon enough.
For now, though, I rest my head against her chest, letting her think I’m a docile pup brought to heel.
“What are you doing here, Flint?” Her fingers comb through my hair. Beneath my ear, her steady heartbeat is a reassuring drum.
“Helping you take a vacation, Amy.”
“Having sex is a vacation?”
“If you’re doing it right,” I smirk, and dart my tongue out to lick the tip of one pert breast.
She tastes delicious. A little salty from her sweat, a little tart from her sassiness, and a little sweet from just being Amy. I lick it some more, watching it pucker and harden with each small lash.
Her fingers tighten, and I can almost hear the grinding of the wheels in her head as she forces herself to act calm and relaxed, even though she’s getting worked up again.
Chemistry like what we’ve got cooking between us can’t be snuffed out. It’s been crackling for a while and would have blown up into an ugly mess had I not acted on it when I did. Her arousal can’t be faked or hidden either. Her body betrays her in a thousand different ways.
Goose bumps pebble her skin when I blow a hot gust of air across a patch of it. She becomes flushed as the blood rises to the surface, as her body yearns for my touch. Her lips, both sets, get swollen and heavy with want. And her pussy starts dripping with her need.
She can say she doesn’t want it. She can pretend like she’s unaffected, but I’m learning every secret she has. Every tell. Every sign.
She can’t hide from me.
I don’t want her to.
I want all of her. Her passion. Her fear. Her desire. Her need. Her wants. Her love. I want it all, and if she’s too chickenshit to give it to me, I’m going to take it.
“We’re just getting started here,” I warn her. And there’s no time like the present to show her exactly what I mean. I sit up and roll off the bed and pick up the bag I tucked in the corner.
Amy blinks sleepily from the bed, looking like a well-fed kitten. “Where are you going?”
And that note of uncertainty in her voice, the little-girl-lost feeling that she tries to pretend doesn’t exist, is like a stake in the heart. I hate that she’s felt that way, but no more. Not while I’m here.
“We’re going for a ride,” I correct her. There’s no me or her. Just us.
She looks at the alarm clock on the nightstand. “It’s late, Flint, and I’m worn out.” She huffs out a small laugh.
“Don’t really care that it’s late, Amy.” I pull out the gear I had made for her. A pair of leather pants, a cut, and a tight-fitting t-shirt.
She looks at the gear with confused eyes. Amy’s idea of dressing down is slacks and a silk blouse sans the little coats she seems to wear everywhere even when it’s a blistering hundred degrees in the shade during those hot July days.
“What’s all this?”
“I told you,” I reply patiently. “We’re going for a ride. The leathers will ward off the chill and help protect you if, God forbid, I have to lay down my bike because some dumbshit motorist doesn’t know the rules of the road.”
“It’s so late, though, and I have work in the morning.” Her heart’s not in her protest.
“I’m pretty sure your calendar is clear.”
This statement gets her ass in gear, or at least out of the bed. She yanks a filmy wisp of a thing from her dresser and pulls it on. The silky garment does little to conceal her ripe body.
She watches me move around the room with narrowed eyes. “Did you collude with my secretary to clear my calendar?”
“Yup.” I wander into her bathroom. “Now you should come in here and tell me what bottles I should stick in my bag because I don’t know one cream from the other. It all smells good, though. You can spread that shit on my dick after the ride and jack me off,” I comment, to tweak her nose.
I know I’ve hit the right note when she stomps inside the bathroom and rips the little glass pot out of my hand. She sets it on the counter a little harder than necessary.
“What’s going on? How long have you two been working on this? Tell me now, and don’t leave anything out.” Her voice rings with authority, which turns me on.
“Jesus, you’re hot. That mouth of yours is making me horny.” I plant a hand on her ass and pull her hard against me. “I could take you again, right here in the bathroom. I’d bend you over that sink, and you could watch your tits bounce in the mirror as I pound into you from behind.”
Color paints her high cheekbones. Amy might look all buttoned up, but she’s got a dark side—one she hasn’t allowed out, but that’s going to change.
Now that she’s free from any bindings and wearing her ridiculous garment, I can see that she’s feeling more confident. I like a sure Amy, but to carry out my plan, it’s better that she be off balance.
Fortunately, I know just what to do.
I whip her around in one practiced move and kick her feet apart. She cries out in surprise and braces her hands on the sink’s edge.
“Let me up, Flint,” she demands.
Yeah, she needs a reminder of who’s in charge in the bedroom here. I grab the collar of the robe she just donned and jerk it down her arms. A twist and tie later, her hands are bound behind her back.
“You look real pretty all tied up.”
She jiggles her bound wrists. “You had your fun, Flint. Now it’s time to call it a night. No matter what it says on my schedule, I still have work to do tomorrow.”
I reach down and cup her. “I’d believe you if you weren’t soaking my hand right now.” I keep my palm on her cunt and use a careful but rough hand to swing her stubborn chin around. “I’ll never get why you deny yourself, Amy. You’ve got toys. Naughty books. You want to be tied up, spanked, and fucked dirty. That’s not a bad thing.”
“You don’t know anything.” She jerks her chin away.
I tuck that reaction away. There’s a story here that she’s not told me and that I haven’t discovered through my own investigation. I don’t press because she doesn’t trust me yet. She might believe I’m good for a few things—protection, standing up for my brothers, and good in bed—but she’s not convinced that I’m looking for anything more than a few nights of good dicking.
So for now, I’ll give her the physical until she realizes that I’m not going anywhere.
Hand between her shoulder blades, I press her forward so that her pert ass is sticking up. I use my legs and torso to hold her in place while I roll down a rubber.
Her cunt is swollen from her recent orgasm, and the fit is tight. She gasps as I push inside.
“What do you want, Amy? Lady’s choice. Fast and hard or slow and easy?”
She rises on her tiptoes and pushes back. “Fast and hard.”
I bend my knees and surge upward, nearly lifting her off her feet. “Like this?”
“Yes, God, yes, fuck me, Flint!”
The unexpected coarse words from my prim Amy cause me to nearly burst before I can bring her off. I pull out abruptly and turn her around, lifting her to sit on the edge of the sink.
In this position and with her hands tied behind her back, she has no balance. I press her thighs apart, displaying her dripping, flushed cunt
.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’re going to feel me in your throat,” I growl. One thrust and I’m inside her. Her head snaps back against the mirror. I think her hands must be braced against the faucet, but she is helpless under my assault.
I bury myself inside her until my balls are slapping the underside of her ass. Her cunt walls begin to ripple around me—her need is just that fucking strong. She’s almost coming and I’ve only stroked my cock inside her once.