Guard (The Underground Book 3) (16 page)

When he released her breasts, she wiggled, trying to get the cups of her bra to shift back over the tips. It was awkward having them pressed so high.

He grabbed her waist, his hands spanning so far they nearly came together in the front and the back. Not because she was that skinny, but because he was that large. “Stop moving.”

She stilled, her breathing ragged. Heat raced up her face, leaving behind a flush she knew would be visible in red splotches all down her cheeks, neck, and chest.

“That’s so sexy.” He tapped the spots with his thumb, dancing over the heated surface.

“Mikhail, please…” She needed him. What was taking him so long? Didn’t he realize she was a sure thing by now?

He smiled and shook his head. “Begging will only force me to take more time. I want to explore. It makes my cock hard that you’re so aroused already, but you’ll come when I say so.” He lifted one eyebrow.

She nearly swallowed her tongue. “Okay.”

“I prefer, ‘Yes, Sir.’”

Now her mouth was too dry to swallow anything.

His eyes widened. He was waiting?

The heat flushing her skin increased tenfold. She licked her lips. “Yes, Sir.”
Oh. My. God
. Why did that make her so aroused?

He smiled slowly. “Yes. That sounds nice. I don’t know if it’s always been a natural tendency of yours to be so sweetly submissive or something new that came up after facing your mortality, or perhaps it’s just how you are with me. But it’s so fucking hot.

“And I know you’re a little freaked out by it. That’s understandable. I’ve been watching your reactions to my commands for a few days. You’re titillated. You crave more.”

She swallowed. How did he nail her feelings so precisely?

He held her gaze steady. “I’m asking you to let me dominate you. Give it a try. I promise at no point will I ever injure you or push you further than you can handle. Just let your body react to my words and actions. You won’t be disappointed. I intend to blow your mind and give you the hardest orgasm you’ve ever experienced.” He traced a circle around one nipple almost too delicately.

She arched into his touch and moaned. Totally out of control.

“You with me?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now, don’t say another word without permission. I’m going to take my time exploring you. You’re going to wait patiently until I’m finished. You don’t have permission to come until I say so. You may not beg. You won’t need to speak, because I won’t be doing anything rough enough to require it tonight.

“You may moan all you want for now. I like the sound of it. Your sweet whimpers travel down to my cock as if they have a direct link. Are we clear?”

She met his gaze. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was stronger this time, but uttering those words still had a profound effect on her pussy. Might be irrational, but somehow she’d known sex with him would be like this. And she craved it anyway.

“Unclasp your hands. I’m going to lower your back onto the table. I want to take my time. Find out what makes you tick. Memorize your body. Every. Single. Inch.”

She shuddered as he cupped the back of her head and lowered her to the table.

“Lift your hands over your head and keep them there. If you move them, I’ll take it as a request to restrain them and won’t hesitate to tie them to the far table legs. Are we clear?”

She nodded, dipping her chin to look at him as she lifted her arms above her head.

“Words.”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

He took a deep breath and blew it out. “My God, Haley. Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?”

She didn’t respond.

“Trust me. I wouldn’t be doing this if I didn’t think you would react the way you have. And I wouldn’t continue if you weren’t so aroused.” His hands landed on her knees as he spoke, pushing them open wider. He lifted both her feet, still in her short black boots, and set them on the edge of the table. His hands then traveled up her calves to her thighs once again. When he pushed them high and wide, she nearly died.

Why had she chosen to wear the tightest pair of jeans she owned?

“Can’t wait to see what’s under these jeans, baby. Red curls? Trimmed? Shaved?”

She didn’t answer. It seemed he was looking forward to opening the package himself.

His hands continued to travel, fingers spread, toward her center. When he got there, he pressed his thumbs against her pussy, right where her channel was.

She arched her chest, tipped her head back, and moaned through her open mouth.

“Feel good?”

She couldn’t breathe.

He pressed harder.

Her mouth fell open farther. She was so close to coming.

“Answer me, baby. Does this feel good?”

“Too good, Sir.” She panted. If he kept his thumbs there, she would come.

Not releasing the pressure, he slowly stroked them upward until they straddled her clit, which he managed to pinch through the denim.

She screamed. And then she shoved her knees together, clasping his hands between them. “Mikhail…”

“That’s one swat of my hand against your bare ass, baby. Keep your words inside. I’ll be keeping track.” He still held her clit between his thumbs. “And spread your legs back open, or I’ll swat your clit too.”

Her ears burned. Did he say he would spank her clit? Was that even a thing? Wouldn’t it hurt like hell?

She widened her knees as far as she could. This entire scene was fucking hot, but she didn’t think she wanted to find out what it felt like to have her female parts spanked.

He chuckled, a deep sound that vibrated through her as he released her pussy and eased his hands back several inches on her thighs. “Got your attention now?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Thought so. I can restrain your legs too, baby, but I prefer you keep them open for me. It gives you something to concentrate on. And I know you’re thinking there’s no way I would ever slap your sweet pussy, but you’re wrong.” He leaned forward. “In fact, I’ll make you come doing it.”

She held her breath, turning her head to one side. Her bottom lip slipped between her teeth without her realizing it.

“That’s two.”

Two what?

“The lip, baby.”

She released it instantly. Would he really spank her?

“Oh yeah. You’re going to be the death of me. Do you have any idea how hard my cock is?”

“No, Sir.” But she’d love to see it. She’d love to taste it too. Her mouth watered at the prospect. Visions of him commanding her to kneel in front of him and suck him into her mouth had her salivating.

And the truth was she’d never given a blowjob in her life. Never been with anyone who requested it. Never even thought about it before.

Before Mikhail.

Her legs shook beneath his fingers.

“I need to see the rest of you. I’m going to peel these jeans off.” He lifted her feet from the edge of the table one at a time and removed her boots and socks. And then he lowered them to hang off the side and reached for the button and zipper on her jeans.

The scrape of her zipper seemed so loud in the silence. And then he hooked his fingers into the sides and wiggled the denim over her hips and down her legs, leaving her in the pink thong that matched her bra.

His hands traveled back up her shins and then her thighs. His breathing was ragged and heavy.

She didn’t look at his face. She couldn’t.

He traced the edge of her thong with the same reverence he’d used on her bra—the bra still awkwardly pushing her breasts high.

“I don’t know why women wear these things. They hide nothing. Don’t they just rub against your clit?” He chuckled. “Maybe that’s the point.”

That was
so
not the point. But she said nothing.

His fingers trailed around the bottom edge of lace from her hips to her pussy, and then he dipped his pointers under the thong to stroke her lower lips. Shocking her, he pulled them apart so the lace got lost between them.

Why was that so arousing? She pressed her knees together again, trapping his hands involuntarily. Immediately she released her grip, panting with the realization of what she’d done.

But his touch was so maddening. Her actions were a reflex.

“Mmm. You caught yourself. Too bad it wasn’t before you clenched my fingers.” He hooked his thumbs under the lace and hauled the swatch of material down her legs and off her feet. Before she could wrap her head around the exposure, he had hold of her knees, lifted them, pushed them wide, and held them open.

And then he released a sigh. “Jesus. You’re going to kill me.”

Her chest rose and fell. She closed her eyes.

His hands smoothed down her thighs toward her aching center. “Usually I prefer my women to shave, but for some reason, I’ve dreamed about these auburn curls for days. I’m glad I get to see them first.”

First? First before what? Her stomach dipped at his implication.

“Maybe I’ll let you keep a strip up the center, something to remind me how sexy the color is.” He parted her lower lips as he spoke.

When the air hit her moisture, she dug her heels into the table and lifted her hips.

“My girl is greedy.” He set a hand on her belly just above her pussy and held her down. “It’s almost the same as begging. Keep your ass on the table, Haley.”

The way he spoke her name, with such reverence, drawing it out, made the tight knot in her belly spread with a warm heat.

He smoothed his hands up her belly then and popped the front clasp of her bra, releasing her breasts.

The action affected her more than she would have expected. Like a pressure point that when released had its own way of increasing arousal.

He cupped her breasts in both hands, his torso leaning across the table, forcing her legs to remain wide. When he flicked his thumbs over her nipples, the tips grew harder.

He was driving her mad. She’d never been this aroused. And the man had yet to directly touch her clit or enter her even with a finger. She opened her eyes to look at him.

And—he was fully clothed. But she wasn’t about to argue that point for fear her ass would be too sore to sit tomorrow.

As if he read her mind, he suddenly released one breast to reach behind his neck and haul his T-shirt over his head. He tossed it aside.

She stared at his chest. His pecs. God, his pecs. They had to be illegal. She eyed the tattoo across one side of his chest closer, wishing she could run her finger over the fine lines. A sprinkling of blond hair dotted his chest. And he was so tan… How did he get that tan living in Chicago in the winter with his blond complexion? Would he have a tan line? Or was he naturally that dark?

When he cupped her breasts again, she glanced at the contrast between his dark fingers and her pale skin.

She gripped her hands together above her head to remind herself to leave them there. It might be titillating to consider Mikhail actually spanking her, but she wasn’t sure how many swats she could take.

Her belly dipped as he eased his hands back down her stomach toward her open pussy.

Please
… She pleaded in her mind. The pressure, the driving need to come was making her insane.

Her clit throbbed, though he’d yet to touch it.

The curls he spoke of were actually trimmed much shorter than they would be if she did nothing. And she shaved around the sides and underneath because she preferred the way it felt. And because she didn’t want to risk any hair being seen around the edge of her bathing suit.

Mikhail’s huge hands stopped at the juncture between her thighs and her sex. He held her wider, lowered his face, and nibbled kisses around her clit.

She sucked in a sharp breath, willing him to touch her there.

On the flip side, if he did, she would come. He undoubtedly knew that.

And there was every chance she would shoot off instantly if he suckled her swollen clit.

Mikhail was hanging on to his sanity by a thread.

Heaven on earth, this woman was amazing.

His cock was in pain. It would have to wait. He couldn’t even take it out yet.

Her skin… God almighty her skin… And the contrast with his made him nearly groan.

Now that he finally had her naked and his face between her spread legs, he breathed in her scent and closed his eyes. He was smart enough to know she teetered on the edge of an orgasm. He would need to give her permission to come before he sucked her sweet clit into his mouth.

He loved the way he could so easily dominate her and how hot it made her to obey him. She was a dream he never expected to fulfill. His perfect match. But he didn’t want to do anything she wasn’t ready to handle yet. And expecting her to hold back her orgasm as aroused as she was wouldn’t be fair.

Later. Another time he would tease her too close to the edge. He would do it often. He would train her to come on command. A tightness squeezed his chest picturing her waiting for his word.

But it was way too soon. Tonight, he could only push her so far. Already she’d surpassed his expectations. He’d taken every cue from her reaction.

The way her face flushed when he mentioned spanking her made it difficult for him to not flip her over and slap her sweet ass on the spot.

And when he’d insinuated he would swat her clit… Holy mother of God.

She was so submissive. So gorgeous and perfect in every way. And he would reward her.

He lifted his face from nuzzling her curls. “I’m gonna lick your clit now. You’re so hot. So ready. Aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes…Sir.”

“You have permission to come whenever you need to. I won’t grant that level of lenience always, but tonight I’ll make an exception.”

The sweet splotches that spread across her chest and neck every time he embarrassed her grew exponentially this time. He wanted to run his tongue over them.

Another time…

He firmed his grip on her thighs, knowing as soon as he licked a line through her pussy and over her clit, she was liable to jerk up and hit him in the face. And then he did just that.

She moaned, but amazed him with her ability to keep her hands above her head and her ass on the table. Her head rolled to one side, but she didn’t react further until he flattened his mouth over her clit and sucked.