Bad Bitch (4 page)

Men were usually too afraid of me to take the reins. They wanted me because I would dominate them. Just like Ivy League Prick, they had some fantasy in mind of me whipping them or being aggressive.

What they didn’t understand was that I was in control all day, every day. Being the head bitch in charge all the time makes a gal want the simple pleasure of being fucked ragged by a guy who’s stronger, bigger, and rougher. I was willing to bet Lincoln understood that simple fact. The way he’d already showed his dominance excited me, made me want him more each second I was subject to his touch.

He rubbed his fingertips against my skin in a light circling motion. Every nerve ending in my body was focused on those slight movements. The constant stream of thoughts and plans that ran through my mind at all hours came to a screeching halt as his fingertips took up every inch of my consciousness. Circle, circle, more pressure, less pressure, warmer,
mmmmm
.

He watched the road ahead but never stopped his movements, that light smile still playing along his lips. I wanted him to move his hand higher. Wanted him to feel what he’d done to my panties. But he just kept rubbing my leg, sending jolts of warmth straight to my pussy.

It was a short drive to my building. We strode past the doorman and into the elevator. As soon as the door closed Lincoln was against me, cornering me into the unforgiving metal wall at my back. His cock was a hard length against my stomach. Even in my heels, I had to stand on tiptoe to get a taste of his mouth. He refused me.

“Not yet, angel.”

The pet name again. That was a new one on me. Sure, I’d get a random “honey” or “babe” from men who didn’t really know me. But something told me Lincoln had heard about me, about the way I operated. Jonesy had made clear that I was a popular subject at the courthouse and in the federal bullpen. So why would this guy still think to call me an angel? I didn’t have time to ruminate over it, because he took my hand and placed it on his cock.

The thickness of it beneath the fabric of his pants made my mouth water. It was large enough to make me wonder if I would be able to take all of it. Didn’t matter, I was dying to find out. I ran my hand along it, imagining what it would feel like in my mouth. He clenched his jaw at the friction and leaned his head back. I took the opportunity to bite his neck above his stiff collar, leaving my mark. He groaned. The elevator dinged at the penthouse, and the doors opened.

He lifted me by my ass, his large hands splaying out and easily mastering me. I wrapped my legs around him as he stumbled into the unfamiliar territory of my home.

“Lights,” I said. The audio/video system was just another plus to the high-rise life in Manhattan. Low lights came alive along the living area and in the kitchen.

“Bedroom?” he asked, his voice lower and even smoother.

I pointed to the black door at the side of the room. Never hesitating, he strode inside and dropped me on my bed. I lay back on the white duvet as his eyes roamed greedily over me. He looked hungry. I wanted to feed him.

He kicked off his shoes and socks. Then he loosened his tie and pulled it off before working on his dress shirt buttons.

“Strip.”

The gruff command thrilled me. The desire in his eyes was a singular turn-on, like the ignition button in a sports car.

When I didn’t move, he stopped unbuttoning and stalked on top of me. The heat from his body had my nipples standing at rigid attention. He fisted my hair, eliciting a surprised yelp from me, and spoke in my ear.

“Strip, angel. I’m not going to ask nicely again.”

The slight touch of his lips sent goosebumps down my neck. I realized then that he was dangerous. The scars were not just for show. No, there was something inside him that spoke of violence, of heat. My pussy grew even wetter at the thought of what a man like him could do to me.

He rose back up and pulled his shirt off. I took a breath. He was the perfect V-shape. Wide shoulders, a fine dusting of dark hairs at his chest, and an alluring goodie trail leading down into his pants.

But that wasn’t the best part, oh no. His torso was a gorgeous canvas of dark, entangled tattoos. They played against his tan skin, marking him. All in black, the swirls and filigree covered his chest, making a tangled knot over his heart. Beneath that, a Latin phrase in stark letters: audentes fortuna iuvat. He was a stunner in a suit and tie. Naked and inked, he killed.

“What does it mean?”

He didn’t answer, just gave me a hard stare that tightened my pussy even more, the anticipation thrilling through me. I wanted my mouth on everything he had to offer all at once. He unbuttoned his slacks and let them drop before pulling his boxers down.
Oh, my.
His cock was smooth, slightly veined, and large. His hair was well groomed, clipped short around his tight balls. The head was shiny and slick, primed. I wanted to taste him.

“I warned you, angel.” He pushed me farther up into the center of the bed. He ripped my blouse open, buttons flying. I held my arms above my head so he could take it all off. He was rough, dragging my chemise up my body. He rolled me to my side and unzipped my skirt before yanking it down. His short nails raked my thighs as he went. Then he straddled me and admired my red bra and panty set.

“Planning on company tonight?” he asked.

“A gal never knows when she might stumble across a good fuck.” I felt like a matador, waving a red flag in the face of the bull.

His jaw tightened again. I could see the blood racing through a vein in his neck. I wanted to lick along that thick line. He fisted my hair and pulled.
Yes.

Leaning in close, so close to me, he said, “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be walking straight for a week, much less looking for another lover.”

I believed him and couldn’t stifle the moan of desire. He leaned away from me and cupped my pussy while still studying me with those green eyes. The scar in his eyebrow made him look even more dominant, aggressive. The scar plus the tats? Irresistible.

Wild things like him didn’t grow in this city anymore. He was from a different soil altogether, hardened by the southern sun.

“Wet, angel? So wet.” He let the heel of his hand rub my clit as his fingertips played at the lace covering my entrance. I rocked my hips up to his hand, needing it all right then. Needing him.

“Not yet.” He stopped and pulled my panties down my legs and threw them aside. He settled between my thighs, his hard cock nudging against my clit.

I moved to take off my bra. He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head. “No. I gave you a chance to strip. You didn’t take it. Now it’s all mine.”

His voice was gravelly and deep. If lust had a sound, this would be it. He squeezed my wrists until they hurt a little for emphasis. “Keep them there.”

The pain was like the first hit of anesthesia or an illicit drug. Just a taste, but enough to make me want more. I wanted the pain, needed the complement to the pleasure.

He let go and I sighed.

He arched a brow, momentary surprise playing across his features.

“You want more of that, angel?” He smiled, a fierce, sharp look that made me tremble with need. “You’re about to get plenty more where that came from.”

He palmed my breasts through the lace, kneading them hard and then soft, alternating from too much to not enough. My nipples were so hard they almost hurt. I wanted his mouth on them and his cock seated as deep as it would go. I thrust my hips up at him, trying to wriggle his head inside me.

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked. I yelped at the unexpected pain. His lips were next to my ear. “Angel, I will fuck you when
I
want to fuck you. Not any sooner.”

He released his grip slightly but didn’t let go of my hair. I didn’t want him to. His control was my undoing.

With his other hand he reached behind me and unclasped my bra. He scooted it up off my tits and leaned back and looked at them. He licked his lips.

“Jesus.” His cock jumped at my pussy, but I remained still, obeying him. No easy task. His hard body, the rippling muscles along his abs, and his strength made me crave him. I wondered what he would do if I disobeyed, but I was just scared enough not to try it.

He lifted my bra off me and let my hands stay free.

“Touch me.”

I was more than happy to oblige. I ran my fingers into his hair, getting a hold as he sank down my body. He sucked my nipple into his mouth. No teasing, just straight to work. His tongue lashed the tip as he sucked. I arched my back up to him, and he took my other peak in his hand, rubbing the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

His hips moved against me, his cock teasing my clit and building up the tension inside me even more. I cried out when he bit my nipple, the pain mixing with the pleasure until I was sure I was going to come just from his mouth on me.

He raised his head and kissed up my collarbone, lingering there for a moment. His mouth was hot and wet as he sucked the tender skin where my neck began. I didn’t care if he left marks. They were a small price to pay for the pleasure he was giving me. I dug my nails into his back from the sensation of his lips on my sensitive skin. He continued his route and bit down on my shoulder before smoothing over the sting with more kisses. He drove me to the point where I reached down to his ass and pushed, again trying to get him inside me.

He stopped, raised up, flipped me onto my stomach, and spanked my ass—several hard hits that sent tremors to my pussy, setting my clit on fire. I moaned, low in my throat like a cheap hooker. I couldn’t help it. I had never been spanked like this before in my life, even with the many notches in my bedpost. The pain turned me on to an alarming degree. I raised my ass to him, getting on my knees to give him a better target. I wanted to feel the vibration even deeper. But the blows stopped.

He gripped my thighs and buried his face in my pussy from the back, licking at my wetness and delving his tongue into me. The touch of his mouth was electric, almost unbearable. He groaned and flipped to his back. He put me on top of him, my pussy in his face as he continued licking and sucking. He seized on my clit, rubbing the nub with his tongue. I felt myself tensing from the intense sensation. He was pushing me so close to the edge. When he spread my ass cheeks and sank a finger inside, my pussy convulsed and I came with a scream. He kept laving my skin as I rocked against his tongue. The orgasm rose in hard waves that crashed against me. I let it all out, my cries permeating the air with pleasure. When I finally stopped, he flipped me to my back and crawled on top of me. He spread me wide, cool air hitting my exposed flesh, making me shudder.

“Do you want this?” He nudged his head at my entrance.

“Yes,” I breathed.

He withdrew slightly. “Then you can’t have it.”

I tried to scoot down the bed after him. He wrapped his hand around my throat, holding me in place. “No, angel.”

He squeezed my neck lightly, giving me a taste of his strength. It occurred to me that he could really hurt me if he wanted to. Just that thought set me on fire. Nothing was more erotic. His green eyes held me just as surely as his large hand at my throat.

He moved his tip back to me, massaging the folds around my entrance.

“Tell me, angel, do you want this?” His voice was shaking, as if he were having the same trouble with control I’d succumbed to.

I wanted to squirm down onto his cock, to force him to give me what I wanted. But I stayed still. His hand at my throat made sure of that.

He pushed against my entrance. “Do you want my cock deep inside you?” His voice was a low caress, dangerous in its intensity. His fingertips stroked the sides of my neck, soft as a whisper.

I knew what he wanted. The one word good guys obeyed. But he wasn’t a good guy. The fact that he was here and doing these things to me proved it. He wasn’t going to be tender. Instead, he was going to give me what I wanted. What so many lovers never seemed capable of giving me. His desire for my refusal, my fight, was intoxicating. That he would take what he wanted anyway had my heart racing.

“Tell me to stop. Tell me no, angel.” His cock rubbed against me, teasing my already-sensitive pussy with its wet head. His grip tightened on my throat. “Tell me.” It was a low threat.

One word on my sultry breath. “No.”

His hand clenched at my throat as he sank his cock in to the hilt. I could have come just from the mix of sex and violence. A heady cocktail that I didn’t think any man knew how to mix correctly. I was wrong.

I squealed at the slight burst of pain and the intense surge of heat. He released my neck and covered me with his body. My tits rubbed against his hard chest, making the tips even harder.

“Fuck, angel.” He claimed my lips, my flavor on his tongue, now given back to me. He started a smooth rhythm. I entwined my hands around his neck and gave him full access to my mouth. His tongue explored and caressed me as he continued pumping, his balls slapping against my ass.

He broke the kiss. “I need to feel you milking me. Come again for me.”

He wrapped his hand in my hair and pulled, straining my head back so he could kiss my neck. He reached down with his other hand and rubbed my clit. My feet were in the air. His touches made my legs shake, uncontrollable quakes that emanated from my pussy. I could feel myself clenching tighter and tighter. So close again as his fingers worked me.

“That’s it, angel. I feel you like a vise on my cock.” He rocked faster into me, harder. His strokes created the echo of skin on skin that ricocheted against the windows and back to my ears.

“I’m going to come,” I said, barely a whisper.

“Not until I say so.” He moved his fingers away from my clit, circling it now.

“No,” I whimpered, not wanting him to stop.

He placed his hand around my throat, squeezing a little tighter than before. “Not until I
say
,
angel.”

He sped even faster, leveraging away from me and getting almost back on his haunches. He watched as my tits bounced from his impacts. His eyes were hooded, the green sparkle dimmed by his overwhelming need. I could feel his cock tightening inside me. I wanted to come so badly as we moved together. I closed my eyes, thinking that if I couldn’t see his hard body fucking me then I wouldn’t fall over the orgasm cliff.