Guard (The Underground Book 3) (19 page)

“Mmm.” He trailed a finger across her cheek until he slid it over her lower lip and pulled it down. “Because I’m dying to know how you’ll react.”

She blinked. How should she react? She squeezed her legs together. Undoubtedly that wasn’t how she should react.

Mikhail lifted his ass a few inches higher. His knees straddled her at the waist, but he was no longer pressing down on her. He reached behind his back and thrust his hand into the waistband of her loose sweats. “Spread your legs, Haley.” His hand inside her pants hovered over her pussy.

She let her knees fall open.

Instead of spanking her there as she expected, he thrust two fingers into her tight channel.

She let out a sharp scream, her body now fully aroused.

Just as fast his fingers were gone, and he removed his hand from her sweats. “That’s what I thought.”

“Wh- Wh- What?” she muttered, her vision blurry.

“You’re wet. Just from the suggestion alone.”

Her mouth went dry as she blinked, her legs shaking. She needed his fingers back inside her. His cock. Anything. How did he manage to do that to her so easily?

“You’re curious. And we’re going to put that curiosity to bed.” He swung one leg over her and flipped her onto her belly so fast she couldn’t think to stop him. “Grab the rungs, baby.”

She wiggled her hands out from under her to reach above her head, so turned on by his demands she had no excuse not to.

“Good girl.” He yanked her sweats over her hips until they reached her thighs. And then he smoothed his hands over her bottom. “Submissives react in a variety of ways to being spanked.”

It was difficult to concentrate on his words with his hands molding her lower cheeks and spreading them.

“Until you’ve experienced it a few times, it’s hard to know how you’ll react. Some crave the release they get from a spanking without any sexual connection at all.” He leaned over and kissed her ass in several places. “For some submissives, it’s an unpleasant experience that a dominant can use to correct unwanted behavior. For others…” He paused.

She held her breath. Why did she get the feeling she fell into the last category? And he knew it.

His voice dipped lower. “For others, each swat to their sweet bottom drives them closer to orgasm.”

She moaned into the pillow before she could stop herself.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m expecting.” Without a word, he hitched her hips up, forcing her knees under them so her butt was in the air, her legs trapped together by her sweat pants.

She craved the contact of his hand on her ass. Craved it like someone dying of thirst in the desert. She was close to begging him to do it and had to grit her teeth to keep from expressing that desire.

He set one hand on her lower back, steadying her. His other hand smoothed over her bottom again, gently. “I’ll start out easy and then build on it. You won’t be injured, Haley. Nothing more than pink skin. You okay?”

She turned her head to the side, facing away from him, not wanting him to see her expressions. “Yes, Sir.” How could she tell him she wasn’t scared at all and craved this spanking far more than she feared it? She pursed her lips to keep from speaking.

Mikhail’s hand disappeared and then landed with a soft blow to her lower right cheek.

She rocked forward, a whimper escaping her mouth. Her pussy clenched, wetness she wouldn’t be able to hide slipping out between her thighs.

Another spank hit her other cheek, slightly harder.

A third landed at the juncture of both cheeks where they met her thighs.

She squeezed her legs together, her lips parting. Several strands of hair fell into her mouth. She was so close to an orgasm she couldn’t breathe.

Oh. God. The throbbing…

Mikhail wiggled his hand between her thighs and stroked two fingers through her lower lips. “That’s what I thought.” Just as fast, he removed them.

Her legs shook. She should be embarrassed to have her ass thrust into the air for this man she’d finally succumbed to less than twelve hours ago. Instead she wanted him to continue.

“You want more?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

“Harder?”

“Yes, Sir.” Her face flamed. She gripped the rungs of the headboard tighter.

He braced his hand on her lower back, a firm touch that gave her an increased sense of submission. And then he spanked her, harder, several quick swats that landed all over her bottom. When he struck that sweet spot low and center again, she lifted her head and screamed out.

Mikhail stopped. He smoothed his hand over her heated skin.

No. Oh. God. No. No no no no
.

“I know you need to come, baby.” His voice was gravelly as if he were as aroused as she was. “Let it build. Hold it back. Can you do that?”

She wasn’t at all sure. She set her forehead on the pillow, dipping it under so her face was open and she could breathe easily. Hair fell all around her, red curls that concealed her expression. She moaned as she rocked back and forth. The need to come was intense.

From spanking?

“Tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll continue.” He squeezed her butt cheeks one at a time, his palm moving around to a different spot with each grip.

She tried to breathe steadily, in and out. But the pressure… The tight knot in her belly demanding release. If he spanked her again, she would come. “Can’t,” she muttered.

“Mmm, I think you can.”

She tipped her head back and forth against the pillow in denial. She wasn’t kidding.

Mikhail released her butt and back to grab her sweats and haul them down her legs. He tossed them aside, and the next thing she heard was the distinctive rip of a condom wrapper.

Thank God
.

He straddled her legs again, grabbed her hips, and stroked his sheathed cock up and down her crack.

God yes. Please
. She moaned.

When he righted himself, taking his cock away, she whimpered. His hands slid around to her ass again. “I’m going to spank you three more times. If you hold still and keep from coming before I say so, I’ll reward you with my cock. If you come without permission, I’ll leave your pussy empty and masturbate until I come on your ass. We clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” She willed herself to keep from coming for three spanks. She could do it. Right?

But the swats were hard and sharp, and she had to hold her breath and squeeze her eyes shut to do as he demanded. If she didn’t get to have his cock inside her, she might die of frustration. Even an orgasm wouldn’t take away the driving need.

Her legs were positioned together, but no longer squeezed tight. The second the last blow landed, Mikhail thrust his cock between her legs into her soaking pussy.

She screamed out again, lifting her head and arching her neck.

That thrust was pure heaven.

Her swollen clit throbbed.

He held steady inside her for long moments. And then he slid his cock out, grasped it with one hand at the base, and dragged her wetness forward to circle her clit over and over. When he eased back to dip just the tip inside her pussy again, she pulled her elbows back to lift her shoulders off the bed.

And then his cock stroked backward toward her tight rear hole.

She found herself dipping her belly to present her ass to him more fully, craving the feeling she would get from being breached in that forbidden hole.

This man had her world upside down. So many firsts. So much wetness.

She sighed in relief when he thrust back into her pussy, but was startled when he breached her rear hole with a finger at the same time.

“So sexy. Love having your ass up in the air like this.”

She pressed herself back into him, wanting more of both. More of everything he offered.

“That’s it. That’s so hot. Feel my cock inside you. Not gonna touch your clit. You don’t need it. Just let it go.” He stroked slowly in and out of her, every pass building until there was no way she could keep from coming.

The orgasm that washed through her body sucked her breath away. It was powerful and all-consuming.

As she gripped his cock and his finger with both holes at once, he pumped harder, flattening himself against her with such force she had to dig her elbows into the mattress to keep from falling forward and dislodging him.

So good…

Her orgasm dragged on and on with his thrusts, one orgasm becoming two before he finally finished with a long groan, both his middle finger and his cock buried to the hilt.

She shuddered around him, unable to do more than listen to the ringing in her ears. She thought he might have spoken, but his voice sounded far away as if filtered.

When he eased out of her, he gripped her hips and lowered her to her side on the bed.

She couldn’t move, not even to brush her hair from her face.

The mattress dipped as Mikhail climbed off. Moments later, while she was still trying to catch her breath, he returned.

Standing to one side of the bed, he rolled her onto her back, brushed her hair out of her face, and grinned down at her. “Sexiest creature alive.”

She tried to smile, but couldn’t find the energy.

He held up a wet cloth and smoothed it over her face. It felt amazing. Cool. Soothing.

And then he dragged it down her body. He nudged her legs apart and reached between them to wipe her pussy.

She flinched, but didn’t say a word, mesmerized by his gentle touch.

He disappeared again, this time returning with a tall glass of orange juice.

He set it on the table, crawled up to sit at the headboard, and hauled her onto his lap. “You need to drink.” He reached for the juice and held it up to her lips.

She didn’t think it would be possible, but she found herself suddenly very thirsty, and she guzzled the cold
,
sweet liquid down in no time.

He set the glass back on the bedside table and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly against his chest. “I’m humbled.”

That was the last thing she heard before sleep took her under.

Haley opened her eyes wide, yanked awake by some noise. She bolted upright in bed, her heart racing, and glanced around the room.

Mikhail showed up in the doorway, grabbing the frame to stop his momentum. When he saw her, his shoulders slumped, and he blew out a breath. “Shit. Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

She set a hand on her chest, still catching her breath. “It’s okay. What was that noise?”

“I dropped a pan. It was loud enough to wake the dead. Which it did.”

“A pan?” Her stomach grumbled. “Are you cooking?”

He smiled. “Yeah. Trying to. I’m not good at it, but I figured you would eventually wake up ravenous.” His gaze lowered to her chest.

She glanced down to find herself naked, her breasts exposed, the sheet having fallen to her lap when she bolted upright. She gathered the sheet with her hands and tugged it up her chest.

He grinned wider. “That’s cute. Sudden modesty. Ridiculous and unwarranted, but cute.” He tapped the doorframe and turned to leave. “I’ll finish cooking. You take your time dragging your ass into the kitchen.” And then he turned back around and shot her another look. “Don’t bother with clothes on my account. Too much effort. Just come naked.” And then he was gone.

She gasped. As if.

Naked in the kitchen was not her style.

Ever.

She sat there for several seconds, grasping the sheet as if it were a life line. Finally, she released it and spun to climb off the bed. She reached for her sweats in a heap on the floor and then righted herself and hesitated.

Did he really think she would come to the kitchen naked?

No. He wouldn’t expect that of her.

So, she dropped the pants and paraded from the room, grabbing nothing more than a hair band from her dresser on the way by. As if she waltzed around naked every day of the week, she lifted her arms in the air to pull her hair back as she entered the kitchen.

Mikhail turned around from facing the stove and dropped the spatula he held onto the floor. His eyes widened, and he swallowed hard. “Jesus, woman.”

She finished with her hair and lowered her arms, fighting the urge to laugh at his reaction. Oh yeah. It was epic. She walked right by him, angling for the fridge. When she pulled it open and bent to reach for a bottle of water, his hands landed on her hips.

He hauled her back against his front as she righted herself, snaking one arm under her breasts and the other up to press her head against his chest, his palm on her throat.

She let her mouth fall open, her eyes flutter closed. And then she fought hard to keep a straight face while she rolled the cold water bottle over first one nipple and then the other.

Mikhail growled into her ear, his hand tightening on her chin. “You’re a sassy girl.”

“Mmm. Don’t you forget it.” She inhaled the distinctive scent of grilled cheese.

He released her to lean down and grab the spatula from the floor. He tossed it in the sink, grabbed another, and turned to flip the sandwiches while she watched his sexy firm ass encased in tight boxer briefs. She licked her lips.

Unfortunately she was still licking them as he spun around. He pointed the new spatula at her and narrowed his gaze. “You imp.”

“Mmm,” she repeated. She held his gaze while she twisted the top off the water bottle and leaned her head back to take a long drink of the cool liquid. She intentionally let it trail down her chin and over her shoulders until it dripped off her nipples.

The tips beaded almost painfully. She had to be insane for teasing him like this when all they’d done was fuck every waking moment lately. She’d be sore if he thrust into her again.

Though she wasn’t sure she cared or would notice.

“On second thought, go put those sweats back on.” He aimed the spatula toward the hallway.

She shrugged. “I’m fine. It’s warm in here anyway.” Instead of obeying him, she padded toward the kitchen table, swung a chair around, and straddled it, resting one arm over the back and setting her chin on her forearm.

The back of the chair was slatted, so he could easily see her breasts and her spread pussy. What the hell had gotten into her? This was insane.