Beg Me (5 page)

He smiled sadly. “Then why don’t you
tell me what you used to like…and we’ll go from there. And tell me
what you
don’t
like, what you
never did like.”

“
Don’t cover my mouth,” she blurted
out. She licked her lips and glanced over her shoulder at him. “I
don’t mind like if you’re making me go down on you, but don’t use
your hand…or gag me. I don’t think I can handle that, not
anymore.”

Soothingly, he stroked his hand up and down
her thigh. “No problem. Anything else?”

“
I don’t like the word
cunt
.” She wrinkled her nose at him.
“I think it’s ugly, but if you like it… Kyle did, and…”

“
It doesn’t matter to me.” He curved
his hand over the heat between her legs and caught her earlobe
between his teeth. “There are plenty of words to talk about this
sweet spot if you don’t like that one. Like pussy… I’m dying to
taste your pussy, Tawny.”

Her breathing hitched and he could
have sworn her body temperature shot up about five degrees in five
seconds. Smiling against her hair, he said, “Now why don’t you tell
me what you
do
like…”

“
Rough and hard,” she whispered. “I
loved it rough and hard. I used to love it when Kyle held my hands
or tied me up.”

He pushed a finger inside her sex. This
time, she shuddered. But it wasn’t fear, and if he wasn’t mistaken,
she actually arched her hips just the slightest fraction, clenching
down around him. “What else? Oral? Anal?”

“
Both. I loved it when he held my head
and acted like he was making me take his cock in my mouth, like he
was forcing me to go down on him.”

“
That didn’t happen that night, did
it?”

“
No.” Her voice was a mere ghost of a
whisper. Her thighs spread wider.

“
About talking… Kyle called you a
bitch. Told you to beg him.”

She moaned and rested her head on his
shoulder, rocking against his fingers. “Yes.”

“
You like that? Want me to do
it?”

She stared at him through her lashes. “If
you like to—I want you to do what makes you hot. Call me your
bitch, if you want. You can call me your little slut…” Her
breathing hitched and she smiled a little. “I know I’m not, but
I’ll pretend to be yours, and if I can find that again… I’ll love
it. It makes me hot thinking about it.”

“
You want to be my little slut?” His
dick twisted even hearing her say it—no, she wasn’t a slut. But
thinking of her as
his
… His
heart ached, his dick throbbed. He added a second finger and
twisted his wrist as he murmured, “Want to be my little fuck
toy?”

“
Drake…” She gasped. “Yes.”

“
I remember Kyle telling you what to
do—you like that?”

“
Oh, yes. But he didn’t do it much. He
didn’t talk all that much really, just enough to get
me—oh!”

“
You’re wet,” he said quietly as he
screwed his fingers in…out. “You like being told what to
do.”

“
Yes. And if I don’t
listen…”

He could see the blush spreading up
her cheeks. “Drink your wine and tell me. I want to know exactly
what you liked then. I want to help you find it again.” And
more
. He wanted to free her from the
nightmares, if it was even possible. “You like being punished? Do
you like to fight back?”

She panted and rocked against him, but
didn’t answer.

He tangled his free one in her hair, tugged
lightly, arching her neck. “You didn’t answer me, Tawny.”

“
Yes. Both.”

“
Good girl. He stopped stroking her
and withdrew his fingers, simply cupping her in his hand. “How far
do we go? How far do I push you?

“
I…” At the loss of his touch, she
whimpered, then licked her lips. “I
want
to want that. But I might not be able
to.”

“
Fair enough. We need to find a way
for me to know when you’re serious about me stopping if I’m pushing
too hard.”

Tania nodded. Then, to his surprise, she
reached up and back, touched the tattoo on his forearm. “How about
Superman? It’s not like I’m likely to ever use it much outside of
this anyway. And I’d feel weird using most anything else…knowing
me, I might even forget it and at a bad time.”

“
Forgetting would be bad,” he agreed.
He smiled as she continued to stroke the tattoo on his arm. He had
that iconic
S
tattoed—had it
there since shortly after he’d turned eighteen. He was a comics
fanatic, and the Man of Steel had always been his favorite. She’d
only mentioned the tattoo once before tonight. She’d only seemed
minimally aware of it.

“
If you’re sure that’s what you want,
that works. But you sure you want to use that to call things
off...what if you use it when you don’t mean it or
something?”

“
Then I tell you.” She made a face. “I
don’t want any sort of ‘safe’ word. This isn’t a bondage thing—I
like role-playing, not all that ‘master may I’ bondage stuff. You
try to turn me into an actual sub and I’ll shave you bald while you
sleep. And I’m not kidding. I’d probably panic, and forget. I won’t
forget Superman.”

“
Like I said, if that works for you…”
He brushed his mouth against her hair. “Now…pretty girl, my hot
little slut, I want you to pull your skirt up for me.”

She groaned and then reached down, tugging
her skirt up until he could see his hand between her thighs, until
he could see the neat little patch of curls there. “Do you wax or
shave?”

“
Neither. I had laser done a few years
ago.” She swallowed, staring at his hand as he stroked the tip of
his finger against her curls.

“
Hmmm. Damn, that’s sexy. I want you
to watch.” He leaned back a little as he pushed one finger inside,
making sure both of them still had a good view as he began to
stroke her. She clenched around him, the walls of her pussy hot and
sleek, milking him.

“
I want you to tell me when you’re
close to coming.” He began to tease her clit with his thumb, and
savage satisfaction tore through him as she bucked against his
hand, crying out his name.

“
Drake…” She slammed her hands down,
gripping his thighs.

“
That’s it, baby. Move, let me feel
it…”

She rocked against him, her head falling
back. “Please…Drake—”

“
Are you close?” He bit her neck,
sucking lightly. Adding a second finger, he started to twist his
wrist. “Tell me, Tawny…”

“
Oh, fuck—
now
.” She arched her back. The muscles in her
sheath clamped down tight around him and he grimaced, imagined how
it would feel if she’d clenched down like that around him, milking
him that way…

She sagged against him and he groaned,
pressing his head against her shoulder. “Damn it, that was
beautiful,” he muttered.

He gripped her hips and rocked against
her.

She caught his wrists, still shaking, still
shuddering in the aftermath.

He waited until her breathing calmed before
he eased her skirt down. “I think that counts as making it to third
base, right?”

“
For me, yeah.” She rolled her head
against his chest, craning around to peer up at him. “Not for
you.”

“
I’m okay.”

“
Maybe I want you more than okay.” She
licked her lips and then squirmed forward until she could
stand.

Before she could turn around, though, he
caught her hips, held her there. “We don’t need to do anything else
tonight, baby.”

“
And what if I want to?” She glanced
back at him. Her eyes were dark and luminous, her smile just a
little wicked. “That was the first climax I’ve had in over two
years, and I’m also little lightheaded from the wine. I want to
enjoy it.”

Drake grimaced. “I’m trying to be a
gentleman.”

“
And I’m trying to talk you out of
it.” She caught his wrists and tugged, trying to get him to let her
go. “I don’t want to have sex tonight, but I want to mess around
more. What’s wrong with that?”

“
Shit.” He took a deep breath. “Fine.
But I want to see you bend over the table in front of you. Put your
hands on it.”

She stiffened.

“
You want to mess around? I want to
see that pretty little ass of yours.”

She shuddered and then took a step forward
to over.

Drake stood up, grabbing the hem of her
skirt and pushing it to her waist, baring her butt. Standing, he
gripped her hips. “Remember how to make me stop?”

“
Yes.”

He bumped his hips against her ass, imagined
that he was taking her, slowly feeding his cock into her glistening
wet folds. She was hot. Hot and wet and he wanted her so bad.

She was panting. Hungry little moans fell
from her lips. Using his thumbs, he spread the cheeks of her ass,
eyed the tight pucker of her ass. “I think I’d like to take you
there sooner or later,” he whispered. “Would you like that?”

“
I…” She groaned, shook her head. “Ah,
yes. Yes, I want that.”

S
omewhere,
she knew she was afraid, but it was distant, comfortably hazed by
wine, by lust, by need.

Drake kept nudging her along, bit by bit,
keeping her off balance and not letting her mind settle.

She wiggled her hips against him, hunger a
hollow, empty ache inside her.

“
Please,” she whimpered, although she
wasn’t sure what she was asking for.

He stopped.

She cried out.

He had her turn around and she wobbled, her
legs weak, her heart racing. He caught her hands and lifted them to
his belt buckle. Then he waited. Letting her decide. She fumbled a
bit as she freed him, unsure what he was going to do, unsure what
she’d be able to do. She’d already done more than she’d thought she
could.

Kent—

One hand tangled in her hair. “Stop.” His
voice was hard and flat and he tugged on her hair until she had no
choice but to look at him.

“
What?”

“
You’re thinking. No thinking, not
right now.” He wound her hair around his fist and then looked down.
“I want to see you go down on me.”

She caught her breath and then nodded.

But when she would have gone to her knees,
he caught her, guided her to the edge of the coffee table. “Cross
your legs for me. I want to see you sitting there like a little
lady, squirming when you get hot for me again. Yeah, that’s it.
Perfect,” he muttered, reaching down to wrap one hand around
himself. Then, still gripped her hair with his hand, he guided her
mouth to his cock. “Open for me… That’s good…”

She shuddered at the taste of him,
swirled her tongue around the rounded blunt head. This…now,
this
was relatively easy. She sucked
him deep, taking him until the head bumped the back of her throat,
reveling in the way his hand tightened in her hair, in the way his
big body shuddered.

He reached up with his other hand, cupping
her cheek. He eased back, then surged forward. The sheer dominance,
the sheer carnality of it had her quaking, all but dying with
need.

“
Look at me,” he rasped.

She rolled her eyes upward, staring at him
as best she could.

“
You like this?”

She gave a small, awkward nod and then
groaned as he pushed himself back inside.

She had always loved this—loved the feeling
of power she got from sucking Kyle off. And apparently Drake
enjoyed it just as much—he was moving faster, surging just a little
deeper. She winced and he slowed.

“
Too deep,” he muttered.
“Sorry.”

He fisted one hand around himself, marking
her limit. Then he started to move against her, rocking against her
mouth and guiding her head as well. “Damn, you’re good at that—I
love your mouth, love fucking it like this. I can see why you’ll
make a perfect fuck toy with that mouth, baby.”

Heat gathered between her legs, threatened
to explode. Ignite. She clenched them together, unaware that she
was starting to squirm, just as Drake had mentioned.

She tried to ignore the heat, focusing on
him, sucking him harder, faster. She took him deeper—

He growled, crowded in closer. Harder.
Faster—

“
I’m going to come, Tawny. Do I come
down your throat or stop?” The hold on her hair eased enough that
she could pull away.

She responded by catching his hips and
taking as much of him as she could.

B
eautiful—so
damn beautiful.

She was squirming, just like he’d hoped she
would, her legs pressed together, her hips rocking. She was
flushed, too, spreading up from the vee of her blouse up over her
neck.

Her lips stretched wide around his cock and
she hummed as she took him to the back of her throat, the vibration
shooting all the way down to his balls.

“
Tania, damn it…” He groaned, his head
falling back.

This was every wet dream, every late-night
fantasy, and every lonely day dream he’d ever had—Tania, here, with
him…even it was just for a while, and even if it was for the wrong
reasons.

No, don’t think about that right now.

Just think about her.