Sinful (2 page)

“Good girl.”

The soft, rare words of praise were a balm that went a long way towards soothing fears she knew in her mind weren’t necessary, but that she just couldn’t quite seem to shake.

Despite the fact that they were pretty close to home, he still had her lift her bottom enough that he could secrete his hand beneath it, right where she didn’t want it to be, but she knew she had no choice but to sit back down on it anyway.

So for the next ten minutes while they wended their way around the outskirts of the small town they lived near, then down their own long, windy driveway, he molested her relentlessly, poking his fingers up into areas that had her wanting to flinch away, but, knowing better than to actually do so. She found herself intimately molested and breathless by the time the truck came to a halt.

When he pulled into the side lot that would eventually be a garage, he reclaimed his hand, making a production out of licking her juices from his fingers as if he’d just dipped them into the best tasting honey he’d every found. And as far as Brandt was concerned, he had.

Ever the gentleman in some unexpected ways, he lifted her down onto the driveway, adoring the fact that she was completely nude. He reached in and grabbed her things himself and thoroughly enjoyed the view as he patted a bottom cheek and pushed just a bit, guiding her to walk ahead of him into the house. It had taken him years to teach her, when she was nude, not to scamper in like a mouse that had been caught in the open. They were on acres and acres of their own land, and he had purposely had the house built smack dab in the center of it, which was one of the reasons that their driveway was so long. Their nearest neighbor was two or three miles away, and that was just the way he liked it. No nosy bodies to go calling the cops every time he had to thrash her, or he made her cum, which – to his great satisfaction – sometimes sounded remarkably alike.

And there was no possibility of anyone other than he to witness her fine perfection as she loped gracefully towards their house, her wavy, naturally blonde hair flowing down over her back to curl just below her bottom, giving him tantalizing glimpses of that which he coveted as she walked.

Catching up to her just as she made the door, he held it open for her, then closed and locked it behind them. He reached out to cup his hand around the back of her neck, beneath her hair, using it to bring her against him at the same time he not quite slammed her back against the nearest wall. “And when have I ever
not
fucked you hard?” he asked, lifting first her right, then her left leg high up on his waist, leaving her no choice but to depend on him entirely to keep her from falling, reaching down to loose himself just barely before ramming himself up inside her.

The way she arched back and caught her breath had him near to exploding within seconds. His cock expanded within her when she bit her lip, as if she had a hard time accepting him, when they both knew that wasn’t likely. Although, she had managed to remain incredibly tight, despite his always frequent, always rampant – and rarely restrained – need of her.

He took her then, as purely for his own pleasure as he could manage, knowing that even that turned her on. Having finally gotten to the point where he trusted her enough to let her tell him if he was truly hurting her, he just let himself go and pounded himself into her. It was an absolutely primitive, primeval feeling he indulged in whenever he could, knowing that she was truly fine with it and, frankly, that she enjoyed every second of it – perhaps a bit too much for his tastes, since he liked to carefully orchestrate her orgasms.

He tended to dole out pleasure to her – who seemed to find it in absolutely everything he did to her – in droplets rather than waves, reveling in his ability to minutely control such a sensual creature.

When he came, he almost screamed, not being quite as vocal as she was, but unable to stifle himself as his entire body shook with it, even his thick, muscular legs trembling for several long moments afterwards as she kissed the side of his face where it was buried against her neck. “God damn, woman. You are going to be the death of me,” he barely got out, his breath still heaving out of his lungs painfully.

She just smiled down at him beatifically and ran her hands through what there was of his hair, as if that was what she had planned for him all along.

Not allowing her feet to touch the floor, he kept her in his arms as he walked them into their bedroom where he set her down gently, as if she was made of spun glass, in front of their big bed.

More affected by him than she appeared, Lita gazed up at him. She had been too involved to make a smart remark back at him when he’d finally responded to what she’d said in the restaurant that had gotten them both here, even though he was dead wrong. He didn’t always fuck her like this. Frequently, yes, but he was about as far from a one trick pony as any man got, in her limited experience.

He was often as he was with her now, slow and deliberate, ever watchful for any sign from her about how she was feeling; so attentive, at first, that he almost put her off. And he didn’t just want to know whether what he was doing felt good to her. He wanted to know how the rest of her felt, too, and had learned with annoying ease how to get right into her head with that black velvet voice of his until he could turn her on and off with a mere change of tone on one carefully delivered word, the bastard.

He worshipped her, outright, at times, and there was nothing that smacked of demand in his lovemaking in the least, as if he’d never so much as had the thought in his life. Brandt laid her on the bed, propping her head on a pillow the way he knew she liked, arranging her limbs comfortably, then straddling her – holding the majority of his not inconsiderable weight on his legs – and starting from the very top of her head, massaging gently, breathing deeply of the clean, almost coconutty scent of her shampoo, dragging his raspy fingertips gently down her face, outlining each feature with infinite gentleness and allowing his mouth to follow the same path. As he often did, he buried his face in her hair, then kissed every inch of her face, sealing his mouth to hers at the very end and chuckling at how eagerly she matched his passion.

“You are a greedy girl.”

That lower lip protruded cutely, although he nibbled at it quite severely. “You’ve been teasing me for hours!”

It came dangerously close to a whine and garnered a sharp look of warning, but she thought she’d gotten away with it until he reached up and punished the same nipple he’d clamped onto before.

Suddenly there was nothing in her mind, nothing in her life, except getting him to stop crushing her tender bit, and although her hand was already well off the mattress, she managed to stop it before it got her into any more trouble – like trying to manually pry his hand away from her, which would never come to any good, she knew. Screaming, crying, moaning, even begging wasn’t usually forbidden. But actively trying to thwart him when he was punishing her? That wouldn’t go over well at all.

Still he held on, even twisting his hand a bit further – just a bit. Just enough to let her know that he had seen her hand come up, and he maintained that excruciating grip until he saw it fall back to its rightful place on the mattress.

He let go instantly as soon as she surrendered to him completely, and she wasn’t sure whether she had hoped for the right outcome when the blood prickled and tickled its way back into her flattened flesh.

“And I will tease you for as long as I please, Lita Johnson Striker. Why?”

“Because I am your submissive.” Not a millisecond’s hesitance. Not in her mouth, her mind, or her heart. “I submit to you in all things and in all ways.”

His lips deliberately descended on her offended nipple, suckling it avidly, flicking it mercilessly, giving her no relief from the contrasting stimuli and smiling against her flesh at the way she arched up for more.

That was his Lita.

His woman.

As his lips worried her nipples, his hands were far from idle, wandering aimlessly down her flanks, not feeling ribs that would have displeased him – as he preferred women who were more than mere stick figures with clothes draped on them – but a well defined waist and very smooth, baby soft skin that he found incredibly attractive.

She’d been appallingly white when he’d first met her, as if she’d been kept inside like some hothouse flower. She’d confessed to him early on that her lack of exposure to sunlight was to such an extent that her doctor had her taking vitamin D supplements to make up for it. He had dragged her out into the sun frequently while they were dating, always slathered head to toe in SPF 1500 or so, of course. By the end of their first summer together, her doctor had eased up a bit on the supplements and her skin had developed a marvelous golden hue that made her glow even more than she already did naturally from within.

Now she maintained that healthy hue from time spent outdoors with him, frequently in the nude, maintaining the gardens they eked out of the desert or lying next to their small pool.

Her belly was nicely rounded, not concave between her hip bones like some women he’d been with. Despite her misgivings about her buxom figure, he found her infinitely feminine, soft and round, the perfect complement to his muscular hardness.

Despite her light tan, his hand always looked starkly darker – and incredibly large – on her tummy. He could practically span her hips between the tips of his thumb and pinky, but not quite. And as much as he admired the contrasts between them, he had other, more interesting areas to explore a bit lower. Gliding his palm down over her crotch, his fingers massaged her thighs, exploring almost tentatively. Although, she would have said there wasn’t a hesitant bone in his body, knowing that he was just teasing her, not wanting to give in to her desires quickly, bending her to his will rather than giving in to hers.

No part of her escaped his attentions – not the soles of her feet or backside of her ankles or the little dimples just above her bottom on her back. He touched her everywhere at once, it seemed, leaving a trail of seared flesh in his wake, some moist from his lips and tongue, her toes curling and clenching as his tongue flicked the backs of her knees and sharp teeth nibbled their way over her still sensitive, still glowing bottom cheeks.

And when he turned her over, he required that she split her legs around him, so that his mouth ended up right at the perfect spot, with Lita having to lower herself almost over his face, smooshing herself intimately against him on the way down. At a certain point, his tongue came out, so that it was dragged over her in anticipation of what he was going to be doing to her shortly on a much larger, much more avid, and even more intimate, scale.

Spreading her open easily with two big fingers, he pressed his mouth to her clit, sighing and saying, “Mmm. How is it that you always taste of sunshine?” as he dove into his task with unfettered gusto.

Her full body flush earned her a soft chuckle that only deepened the thoroughly unbecoming shade of red she was turning. But she counted it as a victory that her shame at his heartfelt compliment no longer made her feel guilty or ashamed of what he was doing to her, or her quite thorough enjoyment of it. The moment that his mouth settled over her electrified her in such a way that he might as well have been suckling on every nerve in her body at the same time. Her entire being was concentrated in the scant inch of flesh he worried and flicked and licked incessantly... at least until she felt the fingers of his big right hand poking insistently at her, determined to find their home within her.

Prude that she had been when he had met her, Lita had been quite scandalized by the notion that he would want to touch her in that way. As far as she knew, there was only one part of his body that would occupy that part of hers, but he had shown her the error in her thinking, and she knew Brandt had come to realize that it was something she actually craved, although that fact wasn’t something that – especially at first – she would ever have volunteered.

One of the first rules he’d ever made for her was meant for the bedroom, and he’d instituted it before they’d even made love – because she was such a ninny and had to work her way through the idea that they could sleep together before they were married. He had been remarkably patient with her outmoded tendencies, and he had made it more than worth her while – then and now – for her to take that step into sin with him.

She was not allowed to hide her responses from him, good, bad or indifferent. It was a natural tendency, as far as she was concerned, not to be too noisy, as if she’d been taught that it wasn’t right to call too much attention to herself. But he demanded to know when things felt especially good to her, or whether or not the position he’d put her in was uncomfortable for her. When he’d discovered – afterwards, on a few occasions – that her back had hurt or her neck had been throbbing while he’d had his way with her, she’d quickly found herself with a distinctly unpleasant stinging in an entirely different place. Hurt that he had created quite deliberately as he lectured her sternly about how he expected her to tell him the next time if
anything
he did made her uncomfortable.

Sometimes she could be a very slow learner, and she had been taken over his lap more times than she wanted to count in regards to that particular rule. But she’d gradually gotten better about it, learning to trust that, if there was any pain involved in what he was doing to her, that it was an intended rather than unintended consequence.

So when those thick, staunch fingers invaded her delicate flesh, she was given no choice but to yield to them, to accommodate them within herself, rasping slightly as they opened her wider and wider, until she could feel his knuckles against her lips. Lita was unable to suppress the groan that accompanied his manual possession, as her body tried to accustom itself to his rude invasion. There continued to be – even after all this time with him – a slight ache that remained, as if she were still the nearly innocent young woman she had come to him as, pretty much untried and unschooled and aching with a need she could never hope to express with anyone, until he arrived in her life.

It was always new to her, no matter how many times they made love like this; it was always different. Each time she wondered if she could manage to take that which he intended to press into her, and every inch, every millimeter scraped those sensitive nerves. It had her whimpering, clutching his biceps, head rolling back and forth, mouth open as if she would beg for mercy or tell him no – neither of which was a viable option, she knew. But that was how she felt as he bent her to his will and she found herself surrendering to him as her pebbled nipples peaked painfully and her body arched to receive rather than deny him.

There was very little that Brandt enjoyed seeing – or hearing – more than his Lita fighting against herself and losing to him, as she always did, yet accepting her defeat at the same time, almost reveling in it as her innate sensuality rose to the forefront and overrode the overblown modesty her parents had inflicted on her. Her full body groan went straight to his cock, rousing it against the odds, although he was no spring chicken and he knew that it was false advertising. For a long moment, he lamented the fact that they hadn’t met sooner in life, grinning broadly at the idea that she would rarely have seen the light of day if they had.

“What are you smiling at so evilly?” And then she had a thought and frowned a bit. “What are you thinking of doing to me?”

Her concern – which wasn’t necessarily unfounded – had him chuckling softly as he returned to his earlier pursuit. “I was just thinking that I might well have become a convert to your parents’ religion if we had met when we were younger – say, me at twenty-three or so and you at eighteen. I’d’ve never let you out of bed.”

Lita giggled. “You barely do now, and you’re old!”

He growled against her clit, which had her jumping from the vibrations. “Brat.” Brandt began pumping his fingers boldly within her, drawing them most of the way out of her and then ramming them up inside her again, tailoring his motions to her responses. Sometimes he got the angle wrong and she yelped, and he considered that a personal failure. This time, though, he got every blessed stroke right; he could tell because she was panting almost from the beginning, and the more he sucked and licked and fucked her with his hand, the tighter she clenched the bed sheets and the faster her head rolled back and forth on the pillow.

“I want you to cum, baby. You don’t have any choice in the matter, anyway, but I want you to relax and let it happen whenever it does. You’re not to fight against it. You must submit to your husband. You must submit yourself to me, in everything. Surrender to me, Mellita. Do as you’re told.” He knew all of the right buttons to push, just the right almost but not quite scolding tone, the exact words to play perfectly both to her background and their lifestyle. They reinforced the idea that she was to give herself over to him – especially in this very intimate aspect of their lives, when she had been told absolutely nothing about what transpired in the marriage bed.

It wasn’t but a few seconds after he released her – after he gave her his permission to give herself over to the waves of ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm her – when he was rewarded with a raw scream as she hurtled over the edge of the precipice to which he had brought her, flying and falling at the same time, somehow, hips bucking wildly as if she would throw him off, face caught in a rictus that looked terrified and ecstatic at the same time.

He refused to allow himself to be dislodged. Early on in their relationship, he had allowed her surprisingly overblown response to stop him when there was much more to be had for her. She was, to his amazement considering how she had been brought up, multi-orgasmic, and he simply rode out the wildest parts of the storm then reapplied himself, despite her murmured, wordless protestations and brought her to the heights four more times, the last being nearly as explosive as the first.

After which, he climbed up to lie beside her and hold her tight, stroking her hair and kissing the top of her head, more content than he ever expected to be in this lifetime.

***

They had met at a turbulent time in both of their lives, and both upsets involved the ends of their marriages – hers to a much older man that her father had chosen for her, and his to a good woman who decided that she didn’t have any interest in being married to anyone any longer. There was no animosity between Brandt and Kelly. He knew he hadn’t given all of himself to her; that him coming back from a tour in Iraq and getting out of active duty and into the reserves, then trying to get a job would have been a trying time for even the healthiest of relationships. And theirs had never really been that, despite the fact that the both of them had done their best to try to make it work. He’d been gone, she’d been involved in her own work, and it had just fallen apart – no harm, no foul.

Lita couldn’t say the same thing. She had been married off to a man who was nearly twice her age, who was apparently, for all intents, impotent. He claimed her virginity on their wedding night, but never touched her after that. Although, he managed to inflict psychological and emotional damage because of it, blaming her for his lack of ability, and their resulting lack of children, with his constant criticism and digs aimed at the heart of her – how she didn’t keep the house or herself the way he preferred, when she had been raised to think of her husband’s wants and needs above her own.

Brandt met Lita at his sister’s house when she had finally broken loose of all of those bonds that had held her in mental and emotional bondage. She divorced her husband – and, in doing so, her entire family who immediately disowned her – got a job and a place of her own for the first time her life, and began to really
live
.

They worked at the same place, his sister and Lita, and, although Marielle had been known to matchmake for her brother occasionally, it had actually been pure coincidence that the two of them were in her house right around dinnertime. They were, of course, invited to eat with her boisterous family of four boys, and she wasn’t exactly sure whether she was glad or not when they both accepted her invitation.

Brandt, of course, had cornered her in the kitchen about how she was trying to throw another woman at him, and he was surprised at just how vehemently she denied it. “Even though it’s been a couple of years since her divorce, she’s still much too fragile to handle someone like you. In fact, I want you to
stay away
from her. She’s so stunted in so many ways that it’s not funny, so keep your paws to yourself. Go to Swingers and find some slut to sleep with if you’re horny. Leave Lita alone.”

He’d colored, because he had been spending the occasional evening at Swingers – a well-known place for hookups in Albuquerque. But Brandt found those encounters – even when his rampant desires had been eased – to be hollow and unfulfilling on other levels. Yes, he’d gotten his rocks off, but then what? Another night spent being slowly deafened by music he hated, drinking watered down drinks and talking to a woman he wasn’t much interested in talking to, really.

He wanted more. Even though he and Kelly hadn’t worked out, he liked being married. He wasn’t the type who got into what many of his friends did – a parade of women through his bed that he had no connection to. There wasn’t a one among them that he had slept with in the past year whose number he’d kept, or that he’d ever had the compulsion to call and just hang out with.