Caine's Reckoning (21 page)

“Back down now.”

Going back meant meeting the challenge of his thumb. She hesitated. The throb in her clit demanded she move, that she give back the delicious pleasure it craved. A firm pinch on her nipple took the decision out of her hands. Her instinctive jerk sent sizzles of pleasure outward from her clit while the pressure against her anus only added a darker, more forbidden element. There was no pain, no forced entry, just that pressure that teased and taunted. Until she got to that last inch. Then the pressure changed. She stopped.

“All the way, sweetheart.”

She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed. The invasion she expected didn’t come. Just more pleasure. The way it always seemed to when she followed his orders, whether it be with food, clothing, warmth or—she rose again—this.

His hand left her breast to gather up her hair and move it over her shoulder. She could feel his eyes on her back, hear his satisfied low growl, feel the way his cock jumped against her.

“You like the way I look.”

“Definitely.”

“I’m not too scrawny?”

In a tight voice he said, “Sweetheart, if you’d get back to moving, I’d even give you a whopping perfect.”

He was hungry, needing to come, his big body vibrating under hers and he could still find humor? “You’re so strange.”

“Strange good or bad?”

She slid up slowly, savoring the sensation and the reality of what she was about to confess. “Strange good.”

“That being the case, any chance I can get you to pick up the pace?”

Another thrust of his hips. She shook her head, he was so different than anything she’d ever experienced. This was so different. She did what he asked, trusting him. He was her husband after all. Riding his thick cock, she took pleasure from his hands, his shaft, the knowledge that maybe it wasn’t going to be so bad, if all he needed was this.

The tip of her clit caught on the edge of his cock. Her head fell back. Oh God,
this!
Her hips bucked convulsively. Her chest snapped into the support of his hands. Caine steadied her, keeping her at the angle they both needed, pushing her to the foreign well of pleasure, keeping her on the edge, taunting her to take the final step over the edge into the unknown that terrified her as much as it called to her.

“Let go, Desi. I’ve got you.”

She shook her head even as she twisted in his arms, too afraid to reach forward for that little something more that would release her from this agony.

“Yes!”

His palm grazed her hip. His thumb worked between her mound and her belly, catching on the puffy flesh, driving a cry from her throat as it searched, found and centered, and then pressed, elongating her clit with the pressure against his hot cock. The coiled tension shattered. She smothered her scream against his upper arm as ecstasy exploded outward, biting down as his cock jerked in heated demand against her throbbing pussy, creating aftershocks that doubled her over. His hoarse shout rose above the slosh of the water, her moans, the hiss of the oil lamp.

She collapsed against his thighs, her pussy clenching in echo with his pulse. He released her breast and clit. She shuddered as even the change in pressure seemed suddenly too much. He murmured something soft and stroked her back, pulling her up and against him. She caught her weight on his knees as he lifted her higher, only belatedly thinking to use her leg muscles. Water droplets landed in the bath with tiny splats as his breath caressed her buttocks.

She blinked. He was looking at her. If she didn’t die of embarrassment now, it absolutely wasn’t possible. She didn’t die but she did jump when he pressed his face into the crease.

He wouldn’t.

He did. Softly, lightly, he flicked her anus with his tongue, lapping tenderly at the tight bud. “Oh heavens.”

Desi reached behind and swatted at Caine’s head with the last of her strength, amazed at both her daring and the utter weakness of her muscles.

His chuckle vibrated against her. Her womb clenched at the darkly forbidden sensation. Then he lifted her higher, his elbows spreading her thighs. Even though she knew what was coming, nothing could have prepared her for the sheer bliss of his tongue on her still convulsing flesh.

Another of those hums and he went to town, probing, licking, lapping, tapping her too sensitive clit with his tongue, holding her in place while he did it again. Ignoring her protests, suckling as she cried out and thrashed and pounded at his thighs, too sensitive to withstand the near pain, screaming when another orgasm wrenched over her, banging her head on his arm as she jackknifed into the sharp bliss, riding his mouth through the pleasure, her breath coming in soft moans as he turned her.

His mouth found her aching nipple as he brought her down on the fat head of his cock, snuggling it into the tiny well of her pussy, suckling her through the aftermath, keeping her from crashing by feeding the intimacy.

The tension in him built as her muscles contracted on his cock. She dropped her head on his shoulder, and bore down, unable to fight him anymore. Quivering muscles began to spread and the burn began. His hand on her hip kept her still. “Just like this, sweetheart. Make me come like this.”

She did. Rocking on him gently, caught on the edge of terror, she wanted to give him what he’d given her, not knowing how to, more afraid of the voice inside her that demanded she surrender to him than the sex act itself.

“That’s it,” he murmured as something inside her relaxed and delicate muscles parted enough to take the tip. “Just like that. Nice and sweet.”

She must be insane. He must be a warlock, because despite the burn, despite the ache, despite the sheer impossibility of something that huge fitting where it was probing, a dark forbidden voice was whispering, “More.”

She pressed, he jerked, his teeth nipping her nipple and once again it was his hand staying her. “No. Just this. Squeeze me. Desi. Milk me. Make me want to give you my seed.”

His seed. Yes. That’s what she wanted. She could imagine how good it would feel flowing over the burn in a potent balm. The aftershocks of her orgasm were still pulsing within her. She gave them to him, caressing the tip of his cock in intimate little hugs, sharing the pleasure he’d taught her, giving back until his head dropped back and his hands clamped her hips like vises, sealing her to him as the first hot jet hit her nerve endings in a searing brand, scalding the reality of the situation into her brain as he groaned her name. He was her husband, and he’d given her pleasure.

His eyes opened, as if hearing her thoughts. His grip tightened. His hips arched up. Anxiety flared through her pleasure as he tunneled a short span into her tight channel, his seed easing the entry.

She felt overstretched, overwhelmed. She needed a reprieve. He didn’t give it to her. Just held her gaze as his cock jerked and swelled, depositing another scalding burst of silky moisture within her. His thumb found her clit and stroked. This time she was the one who pressed down, the demand for more overriding her survival instincts.

Joy wove through the pain, catching the edge and dragging it with her as she took a fraction more. Caine cupped her buttocks in his hands, denying them what they both wanted. She met his gaze, all the confusion and conflicting emotion inside centering on the resolution in his as he said simply, “Mine.”

T
he knock at the door ruptured the intimacy.

Caine steadied Desi as she jumped, not letting her lift that tight pussy from the tip of his cock. Not yet.

“What is it?” he called, stroking Desi’s back, moving under her wet hair, cupping her slender shoulders and savoring her soft skin.

“Supper will burn if you do not hurry,” Tia warned.

“All right.”

From the way Desi was trying to burrow into his chest, her arms crossed over her breasts, Caine could tell the intimacy he’d worked so hard to create was gone. A pity. She was a hot little bundle of passion when a man got past her guard. He caught her hands in his and pulled them away from her chest, tucking them behind her back, arching her spine and thrusting those breasts out. His cock hardened again as if he hadn’t just come twice, nudging its way deeper into the snug little channel that he wanted to fuck until they were both raw and sated and completely lost in each other.

Desi flinched and shifted to the side.

“Easy.” She didn’t have to worry. He recognized when he’d reached a woman’s limits. And he’d about reached Desi’s. But in a good way. Finding out men could be fun must really be exploding her concepts of what was proper.

“Caine?”

Her voice splintered on his name. “I know, sweetheart. Just trust me and stand up.”

She did, her flesh releasing him with a reluctant kiss of regret. Her soft cry as the fat head slipped was rich with loss. He also stood, ignoring the water sloshing onto the floor, and spanned her buttocks with his hand, dropping his middle finger between and finding her vagina with unerring accuracy.

She was swollen and slick with his seed, her opening still spasming with the aftershocks of his possession. He capped it, keeping more in her. Primitive satisfaction at the mark of possession welled in his chest. She shifted uneasily, but at the end of the movement, settled into his touch.

“That’s another thing I like, sweetheart. The way you respond to me.”

“It’s indecent.”

“It’s arousing as all get out.” He picked her up and carried her over to the chair, shaking his head as she clung. One of these days she’d learn to trust him to not let her fall.

The way her eyes sprang wide as her sore rear made contact with the hard surface reminded him how new she was to this life. The soak in the tub might have loosened her up, but it hadn’t taken away all her discomfort. He handed her a towel to wrap around herself and caressed her cheek as she clutched it to her. He gathered up the salve Tia had left and the strips of bandages.

Desi shifted again.

“Rear a little tender?”

The blush that overtook her face was bright enough that she should have caught fire on the spot. Her gaze dropped to his now hard cock. She made a strangled sound in her throat, and her chin snapped up before her hands folded in her lap with ladylike perfection. If one disregarded the white-knuckled clenching.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He knelt in front of her and picked up her feet. The cuts were clean, slightly pruned from their time in the tub, but not angry with infection. “These look good.”

She murmured something. A quick glance showed her wrestling with the towel. He left her to it as he dressed her feet. By the time he had them bandaged her color was down to pink and the towel was wrapped so tightly across her chest it cut grooves under her arms. “They should be fine in a couple days.” He stood.

She eyed him warily, her gaze locked in the safe zone above his shoulders. “Thank you.”

He held out his hand. She placed hers in it. As soon as she got upright he tugged. She gasped and tumbled against him, her fingers opening over his pectorals as he took her weight. Another gasp had him looking down. She was staring to the side of his chest. He tracked her gaze to his upper arm. A perfect set of teeth marks, red with dark settling around the edges, decorated his right bicep.

“I’m so sorry.”

He turned her around and pushed her down over the table before she could think to stiffen. “Nothing to apologize for.”

She slung her hair off her face as she propped herself up on her elbows, her gaze clinging to the mark. “I bit you.”

“And I came when you did. Seems that worked out well all-around.”

He lifted the edge of her towel. The cool air on her privates brought her out of her shock. “What are you doing?”

“Taking care of that other soreness.”

He placed his palm in the middle of her shoulders to keep her still. It took more effort than he expected. For all her frailty, Desi had surprising strength. Dishes rattled on the table as she kicked out. He dipped his fingers in the salve. “You keep that up and you’ll have everyone in here watching me treat your fanny.”

Her hips stilled but her head turned in the direction of the door and her “Hush” was as imperious an order as Tia had ever given. If he discounted the frantic edge.

“Then hold still.”

She had a gorgeous ass. Surprisingly full for all her slenderness, soft and white with a definite heart shape. He smoothed the salve into her white skin. First one cheek then the other. It melted immediately, making the surface shiny and slick. She flinched as he placed both palms on her buttocks and squeezed gently. Above her head her nails dug into the table. Damn, she was a suspicious one.

“Easy, sweetheart. Just a few minutes and I’ll have you feeling like new.”

He massaged the salve in gently, gathering more when he’d spread all he could, working her stiff muscles in long smooth glides. Her struggles stilled. Little by little, she began to relax. Her head lowered to the table, her fingers spread wide and a soft moan sighed from her lips.

“Where did you learn to do that?”

He’d learned this trick from a Chinese woman he’d spent time with, but a man didn’t tell his wife something like that. “A body picks things up here and there.”