Beg Me (9 page)

“
I’ll be as dirty as you want,” he
promised. “And I can’t wait to put my dick in your hot little
pussy. I want to know you want it, though—do you want my dick in
your hot little pussy, my sexy little bitch?”

“
Yes, oh yes…” She shuddered and
gripped the cheeks of her ass, harder, aching…dying.

“
Good girl,” he muttered. “That’s what
I needed to hear.”

She cried out as she felt the head of
his cock press against her, resting just there—right at her
entrance. But he didn’t
move
—

“
Damn it, Drake,” she snarled, trying
to push back, trying to take his length.

He chuckled. “You want it so bad, don’t you,
baby?” He gave her an inch and then pulled out. “How do you want
it, though? You want a slow, soft fuck? Dirty, raunchy and fast,
like the slut you are?”

She panted and let go of her butt, bracing
her elbows on the desk. Immediately, his hand fisted in her hair,
lifted her up. She keened out his name, twisted on his dick. “You
stopped,” he said quietly. “I like seeing you hold yourself open
for me, and you stopped.”

He rested one hand on the curve of her
ass.

She shuddered in delicious anticipation. Was
he going to—

“
I think you did it just so I’d punish
you,” he said, his voice harsh as he started to stroke her hip with
a slow, gentle circle. There was just an edge of menace in his
voice.

Enough to make her tense, even as she
clenched down around him.

“
Is that it, my nasty little fuck toy?
You want to be punished?”

She panted out, tugged against the hand he
had fisted in her hair.

“
Answer me,” he growled.

“
Yes.”

He spanked her and she cried out, arching
back. That simple movement drove his cock deeper inside her pussy.
She clenched down around him with a sob. He spanked her again and
then used his right foot to nudge hers over. “Close your legs. I
want you tighter,” he muttered as he let go of her hair and braced
both hands on her hips. “Ah, yeah. Damn it, Tania, you’re so
fucking hot. I need you so bad…”

The naked emotion, the heat left her
trembling. “Drake, please…”

He shafted her, deep and hard, each stroke
sending her bouncing up onto her toes from the force of it. Sweet,
sweet pain sang through her and she cried out, feeling the orgasm
edge closer, closer.

A big hand cupped her left breast, tweaking
her nipple hard. “I want you to come for me, Tawny,” he growled,
dipping his head and pressing a kiss between her shoulder blades.
Still careful to keep his weight off of her, he braced his hands on
the desk, surrounding her with his body but not overpowering her
with it. “Push that cute little ass of yours back against me, ride
my dick and come.”

She shuddered and clenched around him,
sobbing. “I can’t. l—”

“
Yes, you can.” He pulled one hand
away from the desk and stroked it down the middle of her torso,
closing in the area between her thighs where she ached and
burned.

She caught her breath, braced for him to
touch her clit.

He spanked her instead, lightly swatting the
swollen little bud with his fingers—hard, firm little swats as he
dug his cock into her. She tensed, shuddering. “That’s it,” he
whispered. “Come…my hot, hot little bitch. Tell you what, you come
for me and I’ll let you suck me off again, or maybe I’ll fuck the
hot little hole of your ass, whatever makes you hotter…”

With a broken cry, she climaxed, shuddering
around his cock and twisting, writhing, riding him.

“
That’s it. Yeah, that’s
pretty…”

She listened to him talk her through it,
focused on his voice…and realized he was making her hot all over
again. Even as he was making her melt, in a completely different
way.

With a sigh, she sank against his desk. But
before she had a chance to relax, he turned her over. “Stay there,”
he whispered, pressing a hand between her breasts.

She watched drowsily as he pulled his rubber
off and then palmed his cock and started to stroke.

Her mouth parted.

He grinned at her, panting. “You look like
you’re getting hungry again,” he muttered as he jacked himself hard
and fast.

“
I’ve always loved watching a guy do
that,” she whispered, staring raptly at his erection, at the tip,
visible over his pumping fist.

When the spurt of white jetted out and
landed on her belly, she gasped, closed her eyes. Drake leaned
over, one hand braced next to her side. “You know, you really could
ruin me for any other woman,” he muttered, tracing the tip of his
finger through the come on her belly. “How did you get to be so
damn hot and sexy?”

She smiled at him. “I like sex.” Then
she shrugged. “It…well, I’d only been with one other guy before
Kyle and it wasn’t good with him. But Kyle…and you. There’s nothing
wrong with enjoying it…” Abruptly, she grinned at him as she
realized something. “And I’m not
afraid
of it right now.”

Staring at him, she reached up and curled
her hands over his shoulders. “Come here.”

Lids low over his eyes, he muttered, “I’ve
made a mess all over you.”

“
I don’t care. Come here…” She gasped
as she felt his weight pressing into her. Gasped, then smiled.
“Make love to me,” she whispered.

He glanced around and his gaze landed on the
packet of rubbers.

She let go long enough for him to pull one
on and then she pulled him back to her, wrapped her arms around his
shoulders. “No…no games this time. Just make love to me,” she said,
pressing her mouth to his.

He cupped her face in his hands and
whispered, “Gladly…”

Tears stung her eyes as she lost herself in
the gentle, almost worshipful touch of his hands, his kisses. No,
she didn’t need fun and games all the time.

Sometimes, she needed just this—and
just
then
, she needed it
desperately. She reveled in the feel of his weight, in his
strength, knowing that he’d never use it against her in a way that
would harm her, scar her.

She ran her hands along his sides, his arms,
learning the feel of his body, the way muscle played under flesh.
She learned his taste, learned that he shuddered when she stroked
the small of his back, that he groaned when she sank her nails into
the taut flesh of his ass.

And she learned that when he brought her
climax with care and ease, he managed to bring tears to her eyes
and an ache to her heart.

“
W
hat are we
doing here?” Tania stared as Drake pulled into the parking lot of
the small store. The bright white sign, marked with purple script,
glowed down on them as he came around to let her out.

“
Picking something up,” he said
obliquely. He gave her a crooked smile as he opened the door and
held out a hand. She scooted to the edge of the seat, awkwardly
trying to stand as best she could without flashing the entire
parking lot—thankfully it was empty.

You’ve only got yourself
to blame for this
, she told herself. That morning
she’d woken up and texted Drake a message on impulse.
I want to play tonight
.

His reply had been:
Wear the red coat and heels. Only the red coat
and heels.

She was stark naked under it. It was a
little too cold for it, but he had the heater nice and toasty when
he picked her up. “We’re not going to a movie or anything, are we?”
she’d asked him nervously.

He’d given her a wicked smile. “I’d never
even thought about that.”

He didn’t take her to a movie, though. Just
here to this store infamous for its sexy lingerie and sexy
toys.

With his hand resting on the small of her
back, he led her inside. “Gee, do I get to pick out some clothes to
wear?” she quipped.

His hand slid down, rested just above the
curve of her ass. “No. I like thinking about you naked under there
for me.” Then he dipped his head and murmured, “You know what? I
think I might have you open that coat up for me in the back room,
let me take a peek…”

“
No,” she snarled.

“
No?” He nipped her earlobe, squeezed
her ass.

They rounded the corner and she gulped when
she saw that the back room where all the toys were kept was empty.
Drake glanced around and then pulled her in front of him. “No? You
don’t want to show me that hot little body of yours and know I’m
thinking about it while we’re driving to my place? That I’m going
out of my mind knowing there’s nothing between us but red
leather?”

She bit her lip, toyed with the belt. But
before it even became an issue, the bell over the front door rang,
and a minute later, a bunch of giggly young women flooded the back
room as well.

Drake moved to her side, slipping an
arm around her waist. “Saved by the bell and the bride,” he teased,
nodding toward the woman wearing a white T with a sash
announcing
I’m the
Bride
!

Tania blushed furiously. Then, shifting her
body, she reached for his free hand and guided it inside her coat.
“You can still think about it,” she whispered, watching as his eyes
widened, then narrowed.

He palmed her breast, squeezing her nipple
hard just the way she liked, watching as she gasped. Against her
ear, he muttered, “Evil little bitch…”

She laughed.

As he pulled his hand back, they looked at
the display in front. “What do you like?” he asked.

She wrinkled her nose. She didn’t like
shopping for this sort of thing with an audience, that was for
sure. But she saw the brand of pocket rocket she’d always enjoyed
and she pulled it down. He took it from her. “Anything else?”

She blushed. “What exactly am I looking
for?”

“
What you like,” he said
patiently.

Tania shrugged. “Why don’t you surprise
me?”

“
You should be careful saying that in
a place like this.” He grinned at her. Reaching out, he tapped one
phallus-shaped object that was eighteen inches. “That sucker would
surprise anybody, I bet.”

“
Yeah, anybody that isn’t a horse. And
eeewww…no thanks.”

He reached for another one, a more
realistic, narrow six-and-half-inch plug with a flared base. She
cocked a brow at him as he tucked it under his arm. He smiled and
leaned in, murmured, “I told you I’ve been thinking about fucking
your ass. It’s been a while for you. It seems that we might want to
work up to it. That’s what we’re doing tonight.”

Her knees went weak. Her belly clenched. She
swallowed and looked up at him. Drake brushed her hair back from
her face, tipped her chin back with his index finger. “You on board
with that?”

“
With you? Oh, yeah.” She laughed
shakily. “With you, I’m on board for just about
anything.”

He kissed her gently and she sighed as her
heart turned over in her chest. He could make her feel like he’d
just laid roses at her feet, and here she was in the middle of a
sex shop. As he pulled away, she hummed under her breath and licked
her lips. Spying the lubricant she’d always preferred, she grabbed
it. Then she paused as she saw something else.

The restraints were simple, the sort that
hooked together rather than locked. Black, basic. The woman wearing
them had the typical porn-star look on her face. Tania ignored
that, focusing on the restraints. With a shaking hand, she reached
out and grabbed them blindly. Whether she was up to using them yet
or not, she didn’t know.

But her mind wasn’t shutting down in black,
blind terror, either.

So it was an improvement.

“
Tawny?”

She gave him what was probably an
overbright, desperate grin. “Let’s go,” she said, grabbing his arm
and all but dragging him out of there.

T
ania groaned
as she looked up from her bent position.

Drake’s dresser was placed directly across
from his bed, and from here, she could see herself. Still wearing
her red leather coat, still neatly tied at her waist. Drake stood
behind her, his hands on her hips, his eyes narrowed and intent on
her face.

“
You like to watch?” he
asked.

She licked her lips, unable to look away.
Yes. She did. But she didn’t answer.

And when he reached down, fisted his
hand in her hair and used it to pull her upright, it made her
insides clench—that was
exactly
why she didn’t answer. She loved it when he did that. And
judging by the faint way his mouth quirked up in a smile before he
stopped, he knew it too. He knew how damn hot that made
her.

“
Look at yourself,” Drake snarled in
her ear, his voice low and harsh, just this side of cruel. He
jerked at the tie on her coat, tore it open. His stubbled cheek
scraped against hers as he muttered, “See? You see yourself? Hot,
dirty little bitch. Damn it, it makes my dick hurt just to look at
you.”

She could feel him, feel how hard he
was. And the look in his eyes—it wasn’t just lust. It was something
else. Even as he reached down and plunged two fingers into her sex,
hard and fast, almost brutal, there was a tenderness in his
eyes—hell, he made her feel
needed
…
wanted…

“
You want this?” he asked.

“
No.”

“
Liar. Bend over.”