Special Force (2 page)

“That’s right, baby,” he grated. “Give it to me. Give it all to me.”

“Oh God,” she cried out as he finger-fucked her. The moment had turned so wild, she knew she was ruined for anyone else after this. Her senses sang from his demands. Dear lord, she’d do anything he wanted if it led to more of this dark pleasure.

“You’re mine,” he growled, closing his mouth on her shoulder. The clamp wasn’t enough to leave a mark, but if it had been… He could brand her for all she cared. He was right. She was his.

“Yes, yours.” Her hips worked against his thrusting fingers as she sought more of the pleasure he offered. This was what he wanted, and she’d give it to him.

Blindly, she reached for the shirt of his ACU but fumbled with the unfamiliar closures. Suddenly, he stepped back, easing her to her and pulling her hands from him.

His dark gaze swirled with lust. “Take off your clothes, and get on the bed.”

Her eyes widened at his coarse demand, as if she were a hooker he’d picked up, but for some reason, it only ramped up her heat.

Watching him, she slid off her sweater and let it drop to the floor before she reached for her shirt.

“Hurry up,” he commanded. His chest rose and fell as she kicked off her sandals while pulling her blouse from her waistband. She shoved down her skirt to pool at her ankles. Her fingers shook as she rushed to undo the buttons of her shirt. In a moment, it was off and she stood in only her bra and panties.

“All of it,” he growled, “then I want you to kneel on the center of the bed and cross your wrists over your ass.”

She blinked at him. She’d read enough BDSM books to recognize what he was telling her. Oh, the fantasies she’d had, but she’d never thought to drop in the middle of one.

“Don’t make me do it for you,” he said.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, trying out the phrase for size. It felt odd but made her shiver with pleasure. She unhooked the bra and let it fall before stepping from her panties. With a deep breath, she took the position he’d commanded.

“Say it again. Louder,” he told her, coming toward the bed.

Her arms tensed as she tightened them behind her, her breasts shoving toward him. His. Her knees parted, exposing her pussy. Also his.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“You didn’t know you were in for this, did you?” he asked as he sat in the edge of the bed. Reaching out, he stroked her cunt. “But you like it, don’t you? I can tell you do. You’re even wetter now than before.”

“No, I didn’t,” she replied. “And…and…yes, I do.”

“Good.” He nodded. “I want the truth. Always. Do you have anything to tell me?
Grace?
”

“N-no,” she stammered. She couldn’t tell him now. Not like this. Not before he’d given her the fantasy of her heart.

“Hmm.” He stood and opened the top of the ACU, revealing the T-shirt beneath as he let the outer garment fall. He stripped off the soft cotton. The muscles in his arms flexed as he crossed them over his wide, naked chest. Her mouth went dry looking him. So much power…

One of his brows arched. “Are you sure?”

Sure? Sure about what?

She must have looked confused because he added, “That you’re telling me the truth.”

Amelia nodded.

He nodded too, slowly though, as if he knew something she didn’t. She fidgeted, worried and wondered if he’d let her leave if she asked. Not that she really wanted to—not fully anyway.

Keon sat on the edge of the bed again, one knee hiked on the mattress as he turned to look at her. His face was bland—almost kind—as he studied her. Suddenly, she felt uncomfortable to be naked before him, but she understood that was his purpose. He was teaching her a lesson, and she had an awful feeling she was about to learn it with a blow of harsh reality. And still her stupid arousal didn’t fail.

You’re really into this,
she marveled.
Good God, Amelia, grab your clothes and run!

“There’s something you should know,” he told her. The side of his mouth lifted and she saw the feline prowess inside him, waiting to pounce on her mousy submission. She tightened her shoulders to show she wasn’t as weak as he might think. She could fight if it came to it.

He drew a finger along her thigh and good bumps lifted in the wake. “Your sister sold you out.
Amelia
.”

So the jig was up. She sagged, almost hating Grace for ruining this moment. No…it was her own fault. Grace never told her to keep lying. She’d told Amelia to end it for her. “When?” she asked.

“The day after we first talked. She didn’t know you hadn’t ended things for her. She apologized for not doing it herself.”

He knew? All this time? “I…I…don’t understand. Why—”

“Because I like you. And hell, I want you.”

He wanted her…. He
still
wanted her. Even knowing she wasn’t Grace. “Really?” she couldn’t help asking, her shock clear in her tone.

“Really. I asked to phone her because I thought maybe she’d be less self-absorbed on the phone. And I got you. And you grabbed me. Here,” he said, making a fist over his belly. “But I don’t tolerate lying.”

“I’m…I’m sorry.” Crap, and things were looking so hopeful.

He gave a single nod then turned so both feet were on the floor, his back to her. “Come here.”

“Yes, Sir,” she murmured and saw him give another single nod, as if he were agreeing to something he’d thought.

Climbing from the bed, she moved to stand before him. Without a word, he grasped her wrist and pulled her over his lap. Her breath rushed from her as her belly landed on his splayed legs, and another rush of cream flooded her pussy from his rough behavior and her anticipation of what was to come. She’d never been spanked, but she’d thought about it.

The stiff material of his pants chafed her naked flesh as he moved her to drape over a single leg and clamped the other to her thighs to trap them. He braced a powerful forearm on her back. His callused hand rubbed her ass. She bit her lip and stared at his sand-colored boots, knowing from her reading that he was bringing the blood to the surface of her skin to better redden her ass.

When the first blow came, her breath caught and a quick, pathetic whimper escaped her lips. Fire exploded across her bottom and she bucked. His leg and arm tightened. His hand clapped down again and again while she cried out. Flame rained through her, scorching her rear and licking up into her back and down into her thighs…and her pussy. She closed her eyes as tears streamed down her face, and her attention was caught by the growing tension coiling in her belly and flooding her cunt. Her clit throbbed with the need to be touched, but his grip kept her from squirming for contact.

“Keon…Keon, please,” she begged as he continued to spank her, the pleasure growing exponentially with each blow. Pain receded to the edges of her senses, sure to return later, but not now. Not now, when everything was rocketing toward oblivion.

She was crying, flying, and suddenly, her back was to the mattress, her fiery ass rubbing on the coarse hotel bedspread. Keon pushed between her thighs, his pants shoved down his hips. His wide cock sank into her pussy, and Amelia screamed, her back arching with pleasure.

Chapter Three

Keon’s mouth was sealed over hers, absorbing her cries of ecstasy as he held her wrists to the bed and pistoned into her clasping channel. She felt every ridge of him as her legs wrapped his hips and she rocked to meet each drive. The head of his cock sawed over her g-spot with each pass while her arousal flooded around him.

“Amelia,” he gasped. Her name had never sounded so good.

“Yes… Harder. Please!” she begged, though he already thrust forcefully with each drive. She needed him buried deep inside her, so very deep. Her wrists jerked in his grip as she tried to touch him, but was left with writhing as her only option.

Her vision blurred, and her body went stiff, her breathing arresting as her being imploded with ecstasy. Keon surged deep inside her, his heat flooding her womb. They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs as he released her hands, turned them to their sides and gathered her close to him. His face pressed into her neck as she smoothed her palms over his back.

“That might be the best welcome home I’ve ever gotten,” he murmured, his low voice piercing the fuzzy haze surrounding her. An unsettling chill seeped into the warmth of her pleasure, taunting her with the threat of cheapening the moment. Surely, he wasn’t comparing her to someone else—he hadn’t done this with any number of women, had he?

Bile rolled into her stomach as she squeezed shut her eyes on sudden, overwhelming emotion and forced herself to stay relaxed and breathe evenly. She was overreacting. Even if this were a one-time deal, he’d delivered a fantasy the likes of which she’d only dreamed, and she’d given a soldier a welcome home to remember. A wild sob rolled painfully in her chest, clamping her muscles before gaining sound in her throat. She tried to fight the reaction, but Keon still heard the noise.

He rolled her to her back, and she winced at the contact with the mattress.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked anxiously, leaning over her.

She knew he was talking about something other than the spanking. That had been intended as punishment cum pleasure. She shook her head. “I’m fine. It’s just…” She bit the corner of her mouth and settled for the edge of truth. “It’s so…overwhelming.”

“You didn’t like it?”

“I did.”

He studied her and she couldn’t help the feeling her was looking inside her. “I should find some cream to put on your red, little ass,” he said finally. His expression was veiled, but she sensed the disappointment in him. Still, she couldn’t just come out and ask him what his intentions were. Wouldn’t that be just a little grasping and needy? Sadly, she couldn’t help feeling needy and vulnerable after his commanding possession. It had left her destroyed and wanting more.

The chill around her deepened as he moved away and went to dig in his duffel bag.

“Turn over,” he said as he returned to the bed.

Not wanting him to study her face and look inside to her troubled thoughts, she gratefully complied. Curling her arms, she rested her forehead on them. She jumped as icy-cool cream landed on her ass.

His warm palm rubbed the flesh, pushing away the cold as the skin was soothed. “So…you gonna tell me about it?” he asked.

“What?” she asked.

He blew out a low breath that was half growl. “I swear if your ass wasn’t already red, I’d spank you again. Obviously, you haven’t learned your lesson.”

Learned her lesson? The modern woman inside her reared up, and she lifted to an elbow, glaring over her shoulder at him. “Excuse me?”

He gave her rear a tap, light yet enough to add a burst of heat. “Tell. The. Truth.”

“Do you do this often?” she demanded.

“Have sex?” he asked. “Not in eighteen months.”

“No.
This
. The sailor returning to port thing.”

“Baby, don’t get me mixed up with an anchor clanker.”

She sat up without care for her behind, an entirely different fire rolling through her as her ire built. “You know what I mean. I’m
maybe
the best welcome home you’ve gotten? How often do you do this? Never mind,” she rasped, leaving the bed moving for her clothes. “It doesn’t matter.”

“I’ve only deployed three times,” he laughed.

“Argh!” she bellowed, reaching for her sandals and fighting the urge to hurl one at his head.

His arms closed around her from behind, and he pulled her into his body. One arm circled her waist while the other banded beneath her breasts. He kissed her neck. “It’s a figure of speech,” he murmured as he nibbled the skin behind her ear. “No one else has ever welcomed me home like you did. I don’t have a lover in every port. I haven’t had internet relationships with anyone else—not like you. You and only you intrigued me. Not even your sister captured me like you do.”

Warmth from his words seeped into her, as did embarrassment. “God, I’m pathetic,” she moaned.

“Adorable,” he corrected. “I’m glad you care. I’d be pissed if you did this with anyone else.” He turned her and held her out by the shoulders. “You haven’t, have you?”

“No!” she replied indignantly before she saw his small smile. She shook her head. “You’re terrible.”

“Terribly good. Now, get back in bed.”

She yawned. “Oh, I don’t know…been there.”

“Amelia!”

“Well, when you put it like that,” she laughed, loving her name on his lips.

“I’m not just saying it,” he said, leaning his forehead into hers. “I’m commanding it.”

She shivered with pleasure. “Yes, Sir.”

“Keep saying that, baby. All these months, I’ve been getting to know you and thinking. I have lots of plans for you.”

“How many plans?”

“Enough to keep us busy for a long time.”

“How long?” she asked, feeling breathless as the future opened before them but afraid to hope even as he pulled her tight to his chest.