Crack the Whip (4 page)

“Okay. I’ll try.”

“Put your hands over your head and grab the pillow,” he told her. “Just hold onto the pillow.”

He watched while she did it, noting the flush of excitement on her face and the increased pace of her breathing. What limit could he take this to?

“I’m going to play with your clit, Katie. Just with the tip of one finger. And I don’t want you to move.”

He was in control and he knew it. And she was doing exactly as he asked. Jesus, she’d make a perfect sub. But would she do it? He could feel the tension radiate from her as he rubbed his finger back and forth, back and forth, watching more of her liquid seep from her hungry little cunt. When he gently pinched the bundle of nerves, she started to respond but caught herself. He looked up again to see her watching him, heat blooming in her eyes.

So far so good.

“You’re getting wetter,” he told her. “I like that. The wetter the better. That way I can just slide my cock right into you.

And god, do I love to feel my fingers inside you this way.” He brushed his hand over her neatly trimmed pubic curls. “You do a nice job on your little bush, darlin’, but one of these days I’m going to shave it clean. Would you let me make your sweet little cunt all nice and bare?”

“Yes.” He could hear the strain in her voice from the effort to remain still. “I would.”

“I think I’ll put it on the menu for the next time we’re together. Yeah, we’ll attend to that first thing.”

He went back to toying with her clit, fascinated with the way it swelled beneath his touch and the instant response it drew from Katie. Bending his head a little lower, he licked his tongue over it, then swirled around its base. Again Katie jerked beneath his touch. Placing his hands on her hips, he held her firmly in place as he licked and nipped at the bundle of nerves. Her moans and whimpers ramped up his arousal, his cock unbelievably hardening again.

“Reece,” she moaned as he sucked on her clit.

“Don’t come, Katie. Just let yourself feel every sensation.

Every bit of pleasure.”

“I want you.”

“You’ve got me. But I’ve got you, too. Just the way I want you.” He opened her labia and stared at the wet pink flesh, already salivating for its taste. “You still have your toys, Katie?”

“W-What?”

He looked up at her, saw the startled expression on her face. “Your toys. Remember? The ones we joked about?” He took a slow swipe with his tongue. “The ones we decided were supposed to keep you satisfied when we weren’t together?”

“Oh, um, those toys.”

He laughed and rimmed her opening with the tip of his tongue. Jesus, she tasted so damn good. “Yes,
those
toys. Do you still use them?”

“Okay.” Her breathing hitched. “Of course the answer is yes.”

“Know what I want to do? Buy you a present. A brand new dildo, one with a lot of different vibrations speeds, slide it right into your cute little cunt, and drive you wild with it.”

“You mean
watch me?”
Despite the sexual tension in her voice, it was tinged with surprise. And something else he couldn’t identify.

“Well, of course. God, what a picture that would make.

Your sweet little pussy sucking on the dildo, me holding you down so you couldn’t move. Oh, yeah. I think I could come just from looking at such a scene.”

He thrust his tongue inside her hot channel, his thumb back to brushing steadily across her clit.

“Reece,” she wailed as he pushed her higher.

The walls of her pussy clenched around his tongue, clamping more tightly as he moved his thumb faster and fucked her harder with his tongue. Oh, shit, she was ready to come. He could tell by the fresh releases of her cream and the tighter grasp of her vaginal walls. He had to see this. Had to imprint it in his brain.

“Reece,” she cried again, thrusting her hips at him.

He withdrew his tongue. “Come, darlin’. Let yourself go.”

As the first big spasm hit, he opened her cunt lips wider, exposing every inch of her to his gaze, her inner muscles clenching over and over, her juices flowing freely, sliding down into the crack of her ass.

She bucked and moaned and cried out, begged him to put his cock inside her, his fingers, anything. But he held her wide, using his weight to keep her in place until he’d looked his fill and she begged and pleaded. Shifting on the bed, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand, rolled it on, and drove into her. The head of his cock bumped the mouth of her womb, and she screamed with pleasure.

“Ssh.” He cupped a hand over her mouth. “The hotel will throw us out,” he chuckled.

“Okay, okay, okay.” Her head thrashed back and forth.

Then her legs came up and wrapped around him, her heels digging into the small of his back. “Fuck me. Fuck me, hard.”

“With pleasure.”

His hips picked up speed, and he stroked into her with jackhammer forces, pushing her toward yet another orgasm.

He was so hard, so aroused from playing with her, it didn’t take long for either of them to explode with a fury that amazed him. He spurted again and again into the latex reservoir, Katie’s sweet little cunt milking him.

Exhausted, he lay over her, their breath mingling, hearts hammering at a rapid pace, until he finally found the strength to get up and dispose of the condom. When he was back in bed next to her, he wrapped his arms around her, cradling her close. God, he wished the wedding was tomorrow. They’d have the mother of all honeymoons. And suddenly wild images danced across his brain. What if he told her what he really wanted? How would she react? He so desperately wanted for both of them to dip their toes into the BDSM

lifestyle, sure it would enrich their relationship. If she’d just give it a chance. Let him talk her into it.
Coax
her into it.

“I love you, Katie,” he said again.

“Love you, too,” she told him, wriggling her bottom against him.

He took the plunge. “Enough to try some new things with me?”

She tensed. “Like what? We’ve done just about everything there is.”

He chuckled. “Oh, darlin’, we haven’t even gotten started.”

“What do you mean?” She turned in his arms, her forehead creased in a frown. “I think we’ve about exhausted our imaginations.”

“Not even close.” He trailed a finger down her arm, recalling the scenes in the club and the things he’d found on the Internet. “For example. Would you let me tie you up?

Spank you? Paddle your sweet little ass with a flogger or a cane? Put you on your knees with your hands behind your back while I fucked you? Spread eagle you and play with you until you couldn’t stand it?”

She shoved away from him and sat up, pushing her hair out of her face. “Are you crazy? Damn, Reece. You just said you love me. Now you want to tie me up and beat me?”

Reece fought for control. “Sugar, you misunderstand me.

There’s a fine edge of pain that makes the pleasure so much sweeter. I want to teach you about that. Share it with you.”

But she was no longer listening, her mind closed to anything he might say. Anger twisted her face, but there was something else, too. Something in her eyes. The same fleeting look he’d seen before, and he had no idea what it was. What was really going on in her head? He tried to get her to listen, but she scrambled away from him, almost as if she was…afraid? No. Not possible. She knew him better than that.

“Katie,” he began again. “Just give me a minute here.”

“No.” She shook her head. “No, no, no.”

From there, it just went downhill. Finally Katie pulled on her clothes, grabbed her purse, and hightailed it out of their room. Afterwards he thought of all the ways he could have worked into it, the better explanations he could have given her. But by then it was too late.

He stared at the door she’d slammed.

Well, I
certainly fucked that up royally.

He hadn’t seen her since then. Until tonight.

His cock throbbed against his fingers, and his balls felt as if they were on fire. Thinking of Katie, his Katydid, had driven him to a higher plane of need than he’d reached in a long time.

Remembering the vision of her pussy spread wide as it pulsed with her orgasm, he stroked the length of his shaft, first slow, then fast. His mouth watered for the taste of her sweet juices, and he inhaled the scent of her arousal.

Faster, faster.

He wanted her spread out on the table he’d just used for India, wrists and thighs and ankles cuffed and bound to the wood. Clamps on those lovely nipples. Maybe a ball gag in her mouth so he could torment her with a vibrator, the scene he’d asked her for when she blew a fuse. Oh, yeah. He wanted that. Bad.

Faster, faster, faster.

He closed his eyes and imagined it was Katie’s sweet pussy he was fucking. His hips jerked and hitched as his cock rode through the grip of his fingers. Lightning shot along the length of his spine and down into his balls, and then…and then…

There. Oh, shit, yes.

He squeezed the head of his cock with his fingers as cum spilled out thick and hot, running over his fingers. His ass slapped into the leather of the chair as his orgasm took him and shook him like a wild wind. Spurt, throb, pulse. Again and again.

Finally, he leaned back in the chair, spent but not satisfied.

It really hadn’t been the same. And nothing would be until he had her again. But just exactly how the hell was he supposed to accomplish that? Especially now that she was his employee? He’d have to figure something out.

Opening his eyes, he used the handkerchief to clean himself up. He finished his drink and rose from the chair.

Maybe he’d take a look and see how his new manager was doing. And figure out how to get her into this room.

When Clint interviewed Katie, he’d shown her the monitoring panels set up for all the private rooms.

“We give people the privacy they want,” he’d told her. “But it’s also our responsibility to make sure whatever goes on is safe, sane, and consensual. A lot of people really like to push the boundaries, as I’m sure you know.”

“Yes. The club in Atlanta had the same setup. It’s important to a club’s reputation for people to know they have a protected environment.”

Tonight she’d been jittery following Dane, the current manager around, learning how Rawhide did things. Not so much for what she was seeing. After ten years she was used to anything. She swallowed a laugh, remembering the night she’d run out of the hotel room in Atlanta, leaving behind a furious and bewildered Reece Halliday. How life had changed.

No, the reason she was so edgy was because she was hyperaware that the very same Reece was in his own private room playing with one of his subs. Clint had explained he had a silent partner who had his own room no one else used. That the man was a very alpha Dom whose position in the community demanded he have someplace like Rawhide to satisfy his sexual needs. But when he told her his partner was Reece Halliday, she’d had to work hard to conceal her shock.

It was obvious to her that ten years hadn’t taken the tiniest edge off her feelings for Reece Halliday. Despite the temper tantrum she’d thrown when she walked out on him, she was still—and probably always would be—desperately in love with him. Maybe if she hadn’t been such an idiot and overreacted…Maybe if he’d taken the time to explain things to her a little better…Maybe if his total alpha personality hadn’t overwhelmed her…

Now, she understood the lifestyle. Knew people lived it in varying degrees. Some twenty-four/seven, some only in the bedroom, some only outside their homes. And she was more than aware that it heightened the sexual awareness between two people. Ever since she’d started working at the clubs in Atlanta she’d had erotic fantasies about herself and Reece doing all the things she saw their clients do.

It’s too late, idiot.

When Dane excused himself to take care of something with a member, she’d offered to monitor the rooms for him and he’d nodded, distracted by the man claiming his attention.

Keeping herself honest, she did take a peek at the other occupied rooms to make sure all was well. From the monitors in the lounge and the front entrance, she knew Reece’s sub had left. She saw her walking naked through the club, the marks of a fresh flogging bright on her ass. So what was he still doing in the room? When she slid back the panel and peered inside, what she saw immobilized her. She was unable to make herself move.

Directly in her line of sight was a big leather armchair and sprawled in it, completely nude, was a very mature Reece Halliday. Every inch of his body was well-toned, the muscles defined as if molded by a sculptor. His broad chest was covered with a rich pelt of black hair matching the thick silk on his head. His eyes were closed, his head thrown back, every angle of his face thrown into stark relief.

But what really drew her was the sight of his fingers wrapped around his enormous cock, moving rapidly as he brought himself to orgasm.

Holy crap!

Hadn’t his sub satisfied him? What had happened in there tonight?

She watched, fascinated, as his body jerked to the rhythm of his fist. She could actually hear the slap of his ass on the leather of the chair until, with a violent jerk, semen spurted from the head of his shaft, cascading over his fingers. His sweat-covered chest heaved as he drew air into his lungs, its movement slowing until finally he sat up and meticulously cleaned himself with the handkerchief spread over his thighs.

Finishing his drink, he rose and left her line of sight, obviously to retrieve his clothes.

He still had the grace of an animal, and even at this distance, with her vision limited, she could still tell he had the sexual magnetism and raw power of a wild stallion. She wondered what his favorite activities were with his subs? Did he use the toys he’d asked her about so long ago? Did he remember their time together, try to imagine it was her he was savoring, just as she did? For ten years every time she’d been in bed with a man, or pleasuring herself at home, she’d closed her eyes and called up the image of Reece Halliday’s face.

Stop it.

Katie slid the tiny panel shut and let herself quickly out of the narrow, enclosed hallway. Pausing in the darkened corner into which she emerged, she took a long, deep breath and let it out slowly. She needed to make sure she was fully composed before moving out into the public area again.