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“Actually I’m not. ” She smiled lightly. “Merely adjusting. We can discuss this after dark perhaps. I’m certain the cold light of day makes things rather uncomfortable for you. It’s so much harder to hide from the truth then. I’ll make it easy on you and we’ll discuss it tonight. If I’m home in time. ”
“Why wouldn’t you be?” His voice lowered almost dangerously.
“Tally mentioned dinner with friends. ” There wasn’t a chance in hell she was going to let him intimidate her. “I may be late returning. ”
That bit of information didn’t seem to please him very well. Good, she thought.
“Good Lord, the fate of the known universe is in danger,” he growled then. “Did she happen to mention the friends involved?”
He sounded rather serious. How cute. And how very interesting.
“Only one, actually. Terrie, I believe. I’m certain the known universe is in no danger from us though. ”
“You don’t know Tally,” he grunted. “Stay here. We could spend the time together. ”
She shook her head as she turned and walked across the room to the dresser.
“We can talk later, Ian,” she said as she pulled a drawer free and collected a thong and matching bra. “I’m not ready to discuss your horrid manners at this time. I’d prefer to relax for a while. ”
“My horrid manners?” There was definitely a tone of offense there. “How the hell were my manners horrid? What’s gotten into you?”
She turned back to him, sighing deeply.
“You left my bed within ten minutes of believing I was asleep. ” She counted off a finger. “You didn’t just leave my bed, you returned to your own. ” She counted off another. “This morning, I awoke alone, without even an invitation to join you for breakfast. ” The third finger went down. “And when I sought you out, Jason informed me, quite bluntly, that you were too busy to be bothered. Now go back to whatever required your attention and leave me be to get ready. At the moment, shopping is definitely preferable to being in your company. ”
Well now, he didn’t appear to care much for that little announcement.
His eyes darkened, glittering with lust as his expression became decidedly carnal. Now wasn’t this interesting?
“You are the one who sought out my company,” he growled. “If you intend to leave for the entire fucking day, then you can at least be pleasant about it. ” He advanced on her, his eyelids lowering, not exactly narrowing, but giving him a hungry, wicked look.
Her own response was immediate, and not welcome as far as she was concerned. Her breasts became instantly swollen, her nipples rasping against the soft material of the sweater as her pussy began to heat.
“I did not seek out your company,” she informed him imperiously. “I have left you alone this morning, Ian. And your dominance is not appreciated at this moment. Save it for a time when it might be. ”
A smile curled his lip as she frowned back at him.
“My dominance is a twenty-four/seven kind of thing, Courtney,” he informed her darkly, stopping within inches of her as he stared down at her. “You’re right, you were very remiss in not reminding me to discuss the rules with you. I assumed you knew that when you informed me so confidently of how well you knew me. ”
Before she could avoid him, before she could prepare herself, his arm lifted, his hands tangling in her long hair to pull her head back.
The sheer dominance of the move had her nerve endings instantly screaming in response. Perverts that those nerve endings could be. They were depraved. There was now no doubt about it.
Chapter Seven
Courtney fought for breath as Ian’s head lowered, his lips heavy with passion as they neared hers.
“Take off your pants,” he ordered roughly. “You may go out to plan the destruction of the world as I know it, but I’ll be damned if you won’t go without a reminder of me. ”
He licked at her lips then, a teasing reminder of the pleasure he could bring her with them as her hands moved to the snap of her jeans.
“This is completely Neanderthal,” she rasped, despite the fact that her lust was rising with each breath she took, simply because of it.
“What’s your bitch?” He nipped at her lips. “I bet it’s making you wet, Courtney. I bet that pretty pussy is so slick and hot it’s all you can do to bear it. ”
His point was?
“That is not the issue, Ian. My pussy stays wet for you. It has no common sense in that regard,” she groaned, wishing he would just kiss her and get it the hell over with. She could feel the horrible, mind-destroying arousal beginning to climb as her clit became more swollen, her nipples tightening with fiery need.
She was hopeless.
A creature of complete hunger, ready and willing to do his bidding. Ahh, but the life of a sex slave, she thought with some humor.
“Get the pants off, Courtney,” he growled as she deliberately took her time. “Then we’ll see what kind of game we can come up with to amuse ourselves until Tally arrives. ”
Oh, that was going to be a hard one. She trembled at the idea.
“My boots,” she whispered. “The jeans will catch…”
He released her slowly, moving back no more than a foot as he stared down at her, his expression determined, dominant.
“Undress. All the way. ”
She licked her lips slowly. Turning, she moved to the oak chest at the bottom of the bed, propped a foot on it and slid the zipper down on the half-boot before removing it and repeating with the second boot.
Her jeans were at her thighs, showing her ass, and she knew he was looking.
Straightening, she shimmied slowly out the jeans before lifting the hem of the sweater and pulling it over her head. And Ian had been busy as well. The white silk shirt lay in a puddle on the floor, his shoes, socks and slacks scattered along with it.
Tall and imposing, he exuded male confidence and lust. Of course, the engorged length of his rather impressive cock wasn’t hurting the image any.
“Lean against the bedpost. Reach behind you and grip it, and don’t take your hands down, Courtney, or I’ll tie them in place. Then you may not make lunch with Tally for days. ”
She moved to do as he bid, watching as he gripped his erection, stroking it unselfconsciously as he watched her.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered her as she reached up, gripping the tall post of the heavy wood bed.
She spread her legs, whimpering at the shocking arousal beginning to surge through her. She could feel the juices leaking from her pussy, coating the bare lips and trickling to her thighs.
She fought to breathe as he knelt before her, his hand still wrapped around his cock as her mouth watered to taste it. She could have sucked him clear to her throat and swallowed him down she wanted it so bad.
“Stay very still, baby,” he whispered as he pushed her thighs further apart. “Very still. Otherwise, you may be very, very late for your luncheon appointment. ”
Oh yeah, and she really cared about that one right now.
“Oh my God, Ian…” She jerked, her fingers clenching on the thick wood post as one broad finger ran through the sensitized slit of her pussy.
No more than that, and her nerve endings were sizzling.
“Like that, baby?” he crooned gently, his breath wafting across her heated flesh, a caress nearly as destructive as the touch of his finger.
“I love it,” she gasped, arching closer as she felt his fingers spreading her, opening her to the cool air of the room.
Then he was there, his mouth hot, his tongue a demon as it slowly, too fucking slowly, circled her straining clit. Her head fell back against the post, her eyes staring sightlessly toward the ceiling as whimpering moans fell from her lips.
“You taste so good,” he whispered before his lips enclosed the straining bud, suckling lightly at the tortured mass of nerves as she cried out ho
arsely.
“You are a demon, Ian,” she accused him roughly. “You know I’m dying for you to fuck me. Why do you torture me this way?”
He hummed against her flesh, his tongue lapping around her clit as he sucked at the dewy flesh. He didn’t deign to answer her, merely continued to torture her. It was an exquisite agony, sending flames rushing through her blood, sparking along her nerve endings.
Mewling whimpers of pleasure escaped her lips as she felt his tongue rasping against the delicate tissue, echoed around her as she shuddered, her knees weakening with the continued assault on her senses.
He lapped at her. Sucked at her clit. Lifted her leg and braced it on the low chest to the side of them before he thrust his tongue into the greedy depths of her sheath, sending her to her tiptoes with the force of pleasure slamming into her.
At the same time, one thick finger slid into the depths, stretching her, opening muscles already sensitized from the night before. She fought for her orgasm, her body tightening, reaching desperately for that free-fall of pleasure that lingered just out her grasp. She clawed at the post, arching, pressing her pussy tighter against his mouth, screaming with flaming lust as she felt his finger fuck inside her in a rapid series of thrusts that sent her hurling through the vortex of sensation as it exploded around her.
Color burst behind her closed eyes, vivid colors of passion that streaked around her, burst through her nerve endings and shattered her senses.
Almost instantly she felt the mattress beneath her breasts, cushioning her as her legs were pressed apart and the fiery, broad length of Ian’s cock began to work inside her with short, desperate strokes. He stabbed into her, his breathing rough as he came over her, one hand clenched at her hip, the other sliding beneath her body to plump one swollen breast.
“You’re so fucking tight. ” His voice was rabid with lust now. “So hot and tight you make me want to howl with the need to be inside you. ”
She tilted her hips higher, screaming out at the whiplash of pleasure and pain as he held her in place. She could feel the sensitive tissue of her sheath rippling around him, sucking him in, tightening on the fiery heat of the intrusion before caressing it with convulsive spasms of another nearing orgasm.
“More,” she screamed out her need. He was going too slow, working inside her when she wanted to be taken, possessed. “Harder. Fuck me, Ian. Fuck me hard and deep before I die of the need. ”
She could feel it eating at her, the need tearing at her womb, clawing at her senses as she fought for the next release, the hard, cataclysmic explosions she knew would shape her, define her, would somehow ease the violent hunger he awoke within her.
Perspiration dripped from her body, from his. A rain of passion as she felt him pause, buried only halfway inside her, retreating, then suddenly, shockingly, filling her. Her hands tore at the comforter as she felt his fingers tightening on her nipple, pumping it, pushing her closer as the strokes inside her sex began to gain in speed and desperation.
Her breath sawed from her chest, rasping moans breaking past her lips, pleas…desperation…
“Fuck me!” She screamed out her hunger as she felt the conflagration building in her womb. “Oh God. Ian. Ian. Please…”
He fucked her harder. Faster. Slamming inside her with a power she could not have anticipated as she felt her body dissolving beneath him. Flesh and bone became liquid, pliant, melting, exploding as the orgasm began to rush through her. She didn’t explode in release, she didn’t come. She melted and became him. On and on the soul-deep merging whipped around her as she tightened on his burrowing cock, her juices flowing between, melding them together, wiping her senses and replacing them with Ian.
With Ian…
Escape.
The word bloomed in Ian’s mind, his very being, as he felt the scalding violence of his release as it erupted from his cock. Something happened, changed. As he held her tight beneath him, heard the greedy need in her voice, felt it in the tight ripple of her pussy and felt her orgasm, he felt something rip inside him.