Taking Chloe (9 page)

“And I intend to keep saying them. I never want you to forget how much you mean to me.” It was easy for Merrick to make the declaration, because work wasn’t breathing down his neck at the moment. What would happen when they got back home and work beckoned once again? By sheer will, Chloe drove those thoughts out of her mind. She didn’t want to go there, not tonight.

Tonight she would seduce her husband.

“Put your wrists together.”

Merrick didn’t say a word as he brought both arms over his torso and crossed one hand over the other. Chloe inched closer and wrapped the scarf around her husband’s thick, tan wrists. She tied it in a knot and sat back, gauging his reaction.

Merrick flung his arms over his head and spoke in a low tone. “Come and get it, angel.”

“Oh, I intend to,” she purred. Chloe crawled on top of Merrick, straddling him. Placing both hands on his chest, she sifted her fingers through the dark, soft curls. His muscles jumped. The feel of his cock nestled beneath her bottom added an extra level of stimulation. Keeping her eyes on his, she leaned down and licked his nipple. Merrick’s lips thinned, his gaze burning with need. Chloe luxuriated in his undivided attention. Feminine power flowed through her as she embraced a side of her nature she’d never known existed.

“Bite it, Chloe. Show me who’s boss.”

Merrick’s words were so incongruent to the man she knew him to be. Her dominant, sometimes uncivilized, husband was pushing her to take charge. “I’ve never known this side of you,” she mused.

“And I’ve never known you to want to be in control. Sometimes stepping outside our cozy box is not just fun, but necessary.”

He was right. “I guess I’m stepping out of the box then,” she surmised.

Merrick winked. “Hell, you didn’t step out, you jumped out. I’m yours. You can do anything you want to me right now. So, what do you want, angel?”

“For starters, I need to taste you,” she answered. She lowered over him and melded their lips together. Merrick shuddered beneath her touch. He lifted his head, smashing his lips against hers.

Chloe licked his fuller bottom lip, and Merrick’s arms slowly came around her head, caging her in. Even tied he figured out a way to take control of their pleasure. When his mouth opened and his tongue played with hers, Chloe forgot how things were supposed to go. All she cared about, all she needed, was his touch, his lips, his tongue. Him.

He sucked her tongue into his mouth and growled, the sound reverberating clear to her womb.

His mouth devoured hers. He pushed and nipped at her lips, forcing her to open for him, to give him access to a place no other had a right to enter. Chloe had never experienced a kiss quite like Merrick’s. He knew how much pressure to add, how rough his little love bites should be. His kisses could make her come. He’d always been as potent as a drug. As addicting as chocolate, and just as lethal as a hungry panther. Other men couldn’t compare to Merrick.

Chloe trembled as he licked and scoured her mouth, insisting on tasting every spot, branding her with his unique flavor. His arms around her head held her still for his plundering, and Chloe helplessly surrendered everything in that moment. His lips were almost brutal in his assault.

He lifted an inch. “You make me ache. I fucking ache for you, baby.” Chloe moaned his name, her body wild for his touches. This time when he kissed her, he wasn’t asking for entrance, he expected it. She melted and opened, then promptly went up in flames.

Chloe dug her fingers into his hair. God, she loved his hair, so thick and full. She let her fingers delve and grab handfuls of the dark silk. Merrick pulled his lips away and groaned her name. She sensed a change in him. He’d had enough of letting her take the lead. He’d be wrenching the reins back if she didn’t do something.

“Please, let me play,” she softly pleaded. “Just a moment longer.” Merrick’s gaze bored into her, as if seeing into her very core. “I can’t deny you, you know I can’t.”

“You won’t regret it,” she promised.

Merrick pulled his arms away, releasing her. “Play with me, angel.” Chapter Eleven

If he kept from shooting his load early, it’d be a goddamn miracle. Seeing Chloe in the little red nightie had shredded his self-control. The instant she’d wrapped the silk around his wrists, his balls had drawn up tight. She wanted to be the one in control. He was only too happy to oblige.

Afterwards, it’d be his turn.

“I bought more than wine and lingerie today.”

What did the minx have up her sleeve now? “Oh, yeah?”

Chloe reached toward the nightstand and opened the drawer. She pulled out a small plastic bottle and held it above him. He inspected the label in the dimly lit room. His lips quirked. “You want to give me a massage?”

“Sort of,” she answered vaguely. Her voice drifted over him, as soft as the satin she wore and twice as lethal.

Chloe’s warm brown eyes overwhelmed his senses and left him panting like a little lost pup.

He’d be begging to get inside her tight, hot cunt in a few more seconds; he could feel it in his bones. She owned him, body and soul. Her dainty fingers drifted over his torso, and he shuddered. She could tear him apart with barely a stroke of her sharp fingernail. That wasn’t anything new, though. Chloe always held power over him. She didn’t realize how easily she could control him. He’d always been careful to keep that knowledge from her. Now he knew he’d made a mistake in not letting down his guard. If she understood how much he craved her, how he’d shrivel and die without her, she’d know he was sincere about making their marriage work. She’d know he meant to keep her, to have babies with her, to put her before work.

Chloe removed the lid on the bottle and squirted some of the sweet smelling liquid onto her hands. As she rubbed them together, Merrick took in the sight of her sitting astride him. Her nipples were hard little points covered in the softest satin he’d ever seen. His mouth watered as he anticipated licking and suckling. Her damp pussy against his crotch had him so hard he could crack cement. Each time she wiggled, he ached a little more. The need to slam inside her tight heat nearly overrode everything else.

As her hands began to stroke his torso, he bit down hard on the urge to force her hands lower. He wanted to feel that slippery glide up and down the rigid length of his dick, feel her small hands squeezing and playing with his hot flesh.

“Lower, Chloe,” he snarled as he flexed his hands. The silk was about to be torn in two if she didn’t move a little faster.

“I want to touch, to tease. You wouldn’t deny me, would you, Merrick?”

“I can’t take much more of this slow seduction, baby. I’m about to explode.” Chloe laughed. The lilting sound tore a growl from his chest. “I swear, you’re so impatient.”

“Touch my cock,” he softly demanded. “Just once. Give me something to hold me over.” Chloe’s fingers slid lower, down the muscles of his abdomen, then over one hip. The little seductress bypassed his groin altogether. He pushed his hips upward, hard, nearly unseating her, only slightly mollified by her sharp cry of surprise.

“Touch my cock, or the game’s over,” he warned.

Her eyes widened. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying I’m about to rip this cute little scarf,”—he wiggled his wrists for emphasis—“and throw you on your stomach so I can plow into your soft little body. Nice and hard, just the way you like it.”

Even with the room dimly lit, Merrick could see the blush that stole over his wife’s face. She bit her lip and shimmied down his body until she was perched on top of his thighs. She grasped his heavy cock in both hands and squeezed. Merrick grabbed the headboard and clamped down on the need to take over. Her fingers drifted up and down, her little pinky sliding over the slit in the engorged head, playing and drawing a bead of moisture to the tip. She swiped it up and brought it to her mouth. Merrick watched in fascination as she closed her eyes and sucked on her pinky.

Her sweet moans of pleasure rippled clear through to his soul, heating his blood.

“God, baby, you look like sin. A tempting little girl playing with fire.” Chloe opened her eyes and leaned down. Her hot breath against his ear fueled his already out of control need to take her. “I’m not a little girl though, am I, Merrick? I’m a grown woman and I know exactly what I want.” She nipped his earlobe for emphasis before sliding her palm over his cock and ball sac.

The last thread of his control snapped at the same time that the threads on the scarf tore.

Merrick had her beneath him in between one heartbeat, and the next, his hands framing her face.

“You go to my head, baby. I can’t breathe, can’t think. All I want is you. Your cunt, your ass, your mouth. I want to slide inside you and stay there. I want to fuck you so hard you’ll never walk away from me again. I want to make you ache and scream so you’ll pour that sweet juice all over my dick.”

Chloe arched upward and shouted, “Oh, Merrick, please!”

“Shh, it’s time for me to play,” he crooned. He grasped both her hands in one of his and pulled them above her head, putting her on display for his viewing pleasure alone. His entire body vibrated with repressed rage as he imagined her finding someone else. No way in hell. No other man would ever see her like this, he silently vowed. No other would ever touch what belonged to him. He had the crazy urge to mark her, to prove to them both that no one else would ever do for either of them.

Merrick’s lips crashed down on hers. The kiss was hard and greedy, demanding entrance to her mouth. She whimpered and opened for him. His tongue thrust in and out as he licked and fucked her hot, tempting mouth. He nipped her lower lip, swiped his tongue over the small sting, before drifting lower. He dropped kisses along her chin and tasted the length of her neck, sucking and sipping at her feminine perfection. Merrick moved lower, pushed the straps of her nightie off her shoulders, and bit down, eliciting a moan of carnal pleasure from his gentle wife.

Merrick pulled back and tugged the pretty red satin over her head, exposing her round breasts and nipped-in waist. He tossed it to the floor before moving his attention to the minuscule panties. His fingers shook as he pulled the material down her hips. Every muscle in his body went still at the erotic sight that greeted him.

“Oh, fuck, baby.”

“D-Do you like it?”

Merrick couldn’t stop staring. His wife, the woman who’d stolen his heart with barely a whisper, had waxed her pussy bare. Nothing but smooth, creamy skin and slick moisture greeted his insatiable gaze. He licked his lips and touched her exposed clit with his thumb, rasping over the little button with teasing strokes. Chloe moaned and moved against him. His nostrils flared as he took in the scent of her arousal. Holy hell. And he’d thought he couldn’t get any harder? He’d be lucky to keep from coming all over the bed!

“You’ve been a very busy girl, baby,” Merrick murmured as he fingered her creamy slit.

“I hoped you’d be pleased,” she whispered as she ground against his palm.

“Mmm, I’m very pleased. You look fucking delicious and Daddy’s mighty hungry.” He wedged his shoulders between her thighs, pushing her legs apart, and filled his palms with the sweet globes of her ass. Merrick skipped the preliminaries and simply dove in, sliding his tongue deep, tasting her hot channel and creamy desire. Chloe’s fingers tunneled into his hair as she pushed him against her further, forcing his tongue deeper. He let loose a low moan, knowing she’d feel the vibration over her sensitive clit and pussy. He flicked her little nub several times, then watched as Chloe flung her head back and screamed out her climax, drenching him in liquid desire.

He kissed and teased until he’d wrung every last drop from her. She collapsed backward, her hands falling to the mattress. Merrick lifted to his knees and grabbed two pillows. He lifted her hips and pushed the pillows beneath her, propping up her lower body. Chloe never budged. He grabbed the wine bottle and pulled it out of the ice bucket, then set it aside. As he brought the bucket of ice to the bed, Merrick reached in and grabbed a slippery cube. He slid it over Chloe’s left nipple. She yelped.

“Damn it, Merrick, that’s cold!”

Merrick chuckled as he watched angry sparks flashing in Chloe’s eyes. “Awake, are we?”

“Yes,” she gritted out.

“Good. I would hate for you to miss this,” he murmured as he touched her other nipple with the slick ice. Chloe gasped and tried to push his hand away, but he wasn’t about to let her. “Put your hands on the headboard, baby.”

“Drop the ice and I will.”

“Hmm, that sounds like an ultimatum, angel,” Merrick murmured as he grabbed Chloe’s wrists and held them above her head. “You know how much I love a challenge.” He stroked the ice between her succulent tits, mesmerized by the little jiggle as she squirmed and pleaded with him to drop the ice.

“Relax, baby,” he softly urged. “Just close your eyes and feel.” As he moved lower, over her slightly rounded belly, Merrick felt Chloe begin to relax her hands.

He released them slowly, but kept his gaze on her face as he drew the rapidly melting cube over her freshly shaved mound. Chloe’s breath caught, but she didn’t push him away. Merrick tossed the cube away and drew another from the metal bucket. He hovered just above her clit and ordered, “Hands on the headboard. Now.” This time, she didn’t hesitate. Her elegant fingers wrapped around the top of the bed. Merrick had a wild urge to howl at the moon as he stared down at his wife. With her kiss-swollen lips parted, her brown eyes filled with anticipation as she watched his every move, Merrick knew he’d found heaven.

As gentle as he was capable of being in that moment, Merrick stroked Chloe’s clit with the cold cube. Her body bowed, and his cock throbbed at the erotic sight. He slid it back and forth, then dipped between her swollen folds. Chloe’s hips shot upward.

“Oh, God, what are you doing to me?”

“Fucking my pretty little wife,” he ground out as he drew the small chip up and down, but the heat of her cunt melted the fragile cube too quickly. He grabbed another cube and smoothed it around her clit, eliciting several moans of approval from Chloe, her hips gyrating in her need for release. Merrick drew the ice down her slit to the pink pucker of her ass. He rimmed the small opening, his mouth watering as he imagined licking her there, fucking her. Hard and fast and deep, so deep their souls would fuse together.