The Exposé 3 (8 page)

That shuts her up, even though
I’m not serious about the gag. I have much better plans for
that delicious mouth of hers...

I lean over and kiss her, slowly
tasting her lips. She relaxes with a soft moan, licking into my mouth
and giving in completely to my probing tongue. The kiss deepens, as I
feel her whole body rise towards me, craving more.

It’s
intoxicating, the taste of her, the feel of her tits against my
chest, but I pull back. This isn’t about my pleasure, not yet.
First, I need her driven crazy with need.

I
take the ice cube, and gently run it over Zoe’s lips. She
shivers, and I see her skin prickle. Her nipples rise, stiff through
the lace of her bra.

I can’t resist pressing the
ice to them, each in turn.

She lets out a yelp, and tries to
shrink away.

“I didn’t say you
could move.” My voice is cold, commanding. She stills.

I skim the melting cube down
between her ribs, and let it sit in the hollow of her bellybutton.

Zoe
catches her breath, her chest heaving.

She’s
not as experienced as she seems, I realize. I know my tastes have
been schooled by years at the club, but Zoe has only been there a
couple of weeks. She’s still green, untested.

She
doesn’t know what it’s like to delay pleasure until
you’ll do anything to relieve the intense need.

The knowledge sends a new bolt of
lust through me. God, I’m going to teach her everything. Break
her in the way a wild colt needs to be ridden.

I
lean over, and lick the melted liquid from her skin. Zoe sighs in
pleasure. I trail higher, up to her breasts. I peel down her bra,
baring the sweet swells and rosy nipples. Goddamn, she’s
gorgeous.

I
take another ice cube, this time teasing around her breasts, not
quite touching the stiff peaks. Zoe’s breath quickens. She
wriggles on the bed, and I can see her press her thighs together. She
tugs at her wrists, still tied tight to the headboard above her, but
my handiwork doesn’t shift an inch.

“Oh,” she moans,
arching up against my wandering hands. “Dax...”

I love the sound of her voice
like this. Raw and unstudied. She couldn’t lie to me like this
if she tried.

I
bend my head and suck one hard nipple in my mouth, rasping my hot
tongue across the cool skin. She jolts off the bed, but I pin her
down, my hands flat against her body, pressing her into the mattress
as I suck and tease the sensitive peak.

Now her moans turn to gasps. She
lifts her hips, unconsciously pressing herself closer to me.

It would be rude to ignore such a
gift.

I move the melting cube down her
body, rubbing it over her lace-clad mound. She shudders under my
hands. I slide the ice under the silk of her panties, down over her
clit to the already-wet pool between her thighs.

The melted ice drips over my
fingers, mingling with her juices. I slide my fingers into her mouth.
She sucks, moaning, and the sound goes straight to my dick.

Fuck.

My
self-control slipping, I yank her panties off. Her thighs fall open,
the creamy flesh revealing her ripe pussy. I lean over her, savoring
the moment, every shudder and flinch of her impatient body.

“I’m
going to lick you and suck you and make you come.” I grip her
thighs and part them wider, feeling the heat radiate. She tugs at her
restraints again, making a noise of frustration.

“Don’t be so
impatient, Zoe, love. I’m just looking at your gorgeous pussy,
deciding if I want to lick you first, or put all my fingers in you,
or maybe have you ride my face.”

But
I already know what I want. I need to have my mouth on her. I bend my
head closer to her cunt, inhaling the scent of her desire before I
lick up against her clit and suck it into my mouth.

She cries out, bucking her hips
off the bed.

I
return to lapping and suckling at the tender nub. Zoe moans against
me, panting. I tease her with gentle strokes, swirling around and
dipping my tongue into her slick pussy.

“Dax,” she gasps.
“Please...”

“Please,
what?” I tease some more, this time fingering her softly,
nudging just inside but no further.

“Please,
more,” Zoe begs. She thrusts her hips closer, trying to take my
fingers deeper inside, but I pull back, out of reach.

“I told you, relax.”

I
push her back down on the bed and return my attentions to her
delicious cunt. I lick and suck at her, finding a rhythm only to
break it again when her moans become frenzied. Slowly, methodically,
teasingly, I take her to the edge and back, over and over again until
Zoe is whimpering in desperate need.

“Please,” she chants.
“Oh, God, right there!”

I pull back, giving her a moment
to come down from the edge. She’s shaking now, her skin
flushed. She thrashes at the restraints, her desperation taking on a
new edge.

“This isn’t funny
anymore,” her jaw clenches. “Now I’m just pissed
off.”

I
laugh, slipping one finger inside her. Zoe tries to bear down on it,
anything to get some friction, but just as fast, I slide away.

“Bastard,”
she curses.

I
trail my hand back up her body, teasing her naked stomach and
breasts. Zoe’s mouth sets in a stubborn scowl beneath the
blindfold. “I’m not turned on anymore,” she informs
me. “You dragged it out too long. I’m over it.”

“Liar,”
I lean in close, and nip at her earlobe. Zoe’s breath catches.
I brush my fingertips over her breasts, so softly, she whimpers
again. “See, you’re still there. So close. But you can’t
quite get there, can you? You need me to fuck you, don’t you?
You need my cock slamming inside you, hitting just the right spot.”

“What
do you want from me?” Zoe demands. “If you want me to
beg, I’ll do it. I’ve been doing it for hours now.”
Even under the blindfold, bound and powerless, Zoe is still a force
to be reckoned with.

“Maybe I like seeing you
like this,” I muse, taking a free rein over her body. I prop
myself on one elbow above her, enjoying the view as she tries not to
writhe at my every touch.

“Sadist,”
Zoe glowers.

“Would a sadist do this?”
I slide my hand back down her body, finding her warm, tight cunt
ready for me. I slip two fingers insider her this time and pulse,
leaning to capture her mouth in a hot, commanding kiss.

Zoe
groans into my mouth. I pump hard inside her, giving her the friction
she needs, my thick fingers stretching her open, invading her as I
curl deep and hard. She arches up against me, and I swear I can feel
her heart beating in her chest as I push her to the edge with every
thrust. Closer, closer--

I pull away.

“Fuck!”
Zoe swear against me, then bites down on my lip.

“Ow.”
I pull away, tasting blood.

“You
deserve it.” I can hear the anger in her voice. “Now, are
you going to keep fucking around, or are you going to give me what I
need?”

“And what’s that?”
I ask, intoxicated by her boldness.

“Your
cock.” Zoe bites her lip and her voice goes soft, pleading. “I
need you inside me. God, Dax, you don’t even know.”

But
I do. Because I guarantee, whatever Zoe is feeling, I’m
experiencing it tenfold. Torturing her has been a torment to me too,
testing every last thread of my self-control. My whole body is
screaming to do as she begs and just fuck her right now: pound inside
her all the way and show her what nine inches of hard cock feels like
tearing her apart from the inside out.

I want to ravage her. I want to
claim that wet, needy cunt for my own.

But first, I want her screaming.

I sit up, taking the last ice
cube from my glass, and downing the final shot of whiskey. Then,
without warning, I push the ice deep inside her.

Zoe’s
whole body goes rigid. She cries out in pleasure as my fingers
follow, fucking her deep. I dive back between her thighs and attack
that delicious clit with new fervor. Licking, suckling, nipping at
the bud; I don’t let up for a moment, even when Zoe’s
moans rise to fever pitch. She thrashes, overcome.

“No,
please, I can’t—”

She
tries to pull away, the pleasure is too overwhelming, but I don’t
stop. I lap at her, relentless, thrusting my fingers in time.

“Oh,
oh!” she cries, going tense. “Oh, God.”

“No, baby,” I lift my
head, loving the sight of her. “It’s all me.”

I
curl my fingers up again, rubbing her just right, deeper, faster, and
she comes with a scream right before my eyes. Her body arches as the
climax explodes through her. And as she shudders in pleasure, I
position myself between her thighs and thrust into her, impaling her
with my hungry cock right in the midst of her orgasm.

Zoe
lets out a new cry as I plunge deep inside her.

Fuck.

Her
cunt convulses around me, a vice-like grip. She locks her legs around
my waist, bringing me even deeper. Goddamn, she feels so good. I grit
my teeth and thrust, riding out the waves of her pleasure -- and
driving her to another orgasm as I pound into her.

“Dax,”
she gasps. “Please...untie me!”

I
reach up and free her hands, then yank off her blindfold. Zoe’s
blue eyes gaze back at me, a fevered desire clouding their clear
depths. In an instant, she locks her arms around my neck and kisses
me, desperate and raw, her body still bucking against mine in a
dizzying rhythm.

I
roll us, flipping her on top. I bring her hips down hard and surge up
inside her. Zoe throws her head back, thrusting her hips to meet
every stroke. She’s a goddess above me, totally unleashed. Her
breasts bounce as she rides me harder, moaning, which just turns me
on more. The sight of her, the feel of her tight cunt clenching
around me, it’s exactly what I want.

I don’t care about truth,
or lies, or her betrayal anymore. All I want is this feeling, so damn
good. Whatever the cost. Whatever it takes.

I explode up inside her, spurting
deep as the climax rips through my body.

Fuck.

ZOE

I wake up in an unfamiliar bed,
way too comfortable to be my own. I yawn, rolling over and snuggling
deeper in the impossibly-soft bedding. Then I feel the delicious ache
in my thighs and the heavy tiredness in my limbs.

Dax
.

I
sit up, blinking as I look around. Daylight is flooding into the loft
through the massive windows, making it crisp and bright. It looks
like a different world than last night, when everything seemed dim
and seductive.

I catch sight of Dax’s tie,
crumpled on the bedside table, and shiver.

Holy hell, last night was hot.

No, hot doesn’t even begin
to describe it. I can’t believe what he did to me, or how good
it felt. My nipples pucker just at the memory of his firm grip, and
the way his tongue drove me crazy, licking just right.

And
his cock...I’ve never been fucked like that. Didn’t even
really know it was possible.

I
take a breath, flushing to remember the way he fucked me. In the
elevator, he had been furious and frantic, almost brutal in his
passion. But last night...Dax tormented me, relentless, driving so
deep, I’m surprised I didn’t pass out from the sheer
overwhelming sensation.

It was incredible. Unbelievably
good.

And I want more.

“Dax?” I call softly,
looking around. There’s no sign of him, and I can’t hear
anyone downstairs.

What if he’s gone?

I grab his shirt from where he
left it on the floor and pull it over my head. Then I head down the
spiral staircase into the loft.

It’s empty. Nobody’s
here.

My
heart sinks. This keeps happening. Every time I think I’ve
broken through to Dax, he pushes me away again. Is it the fact that I
lied to him in the beginning, or something else? I’ve
apologized, I’m making it right by helping him with Nikolai,
and I don’t know what else I can do.

Maybe he just doesn’t want
this to be real.

I’m about to grab my
clothes and leave when the elevator rattles back up. The grille
opens, and Dax steps out -- carrying two coffees and a bakery bag.
“You’re up,” he says, strolling over. He sets the
coffees down, and pulls me in for a kiss.

I’m flooded with relief.
For the first time, Dax isn’t shutting me out.

“What time is it?” I
ask when he releases me.

“After eleven.”

I blink. “I can’t
believe I slept so long.”

He smirks. “You were out
cold. I could have pulled the fire alarm and it wouldn’t have
woken you.”

“Well,
somebody
wore me out.” I take a coffee and drink a long sip. “Oh
God, that’s good.”

“I
got bagels, too.” Dax starts unpacking. “Since you
pointed out I have nothing to offer a woman.”

“In your fridge, at least.”
I grin, and hop up to sit on the kitchen island. The marble
countertop is cool, but it feels good against my bare aching thighs.

Dax turns back to me, moving to
stand between my knees. “And elsewhere?” he asks with a
flirty glint in his eyes.

He moves closer, until he’s
nestled between my thighs. He nudges against me, and I can feel his
cock through the fabric of his jeans, already getting hard.

“Hmmm,” I tease,
pretending to think about it. “I don’t know. I would have
to do a thorough investigation.”

Dax’s smile slips. “What’s
happening with that? Your story into the club?”

I
could kick myself for reminding him. “I don’t know yet,”
I tell him, trying to be honest. “I don’t think the club
is the story anymore. But this land deal? The city council, and
possible corruption? That’s a big deal. The public deserves to
know about it.”

“How very noble.” Dax
stays cool. He steps away, but I lock my legs around him, trapping
him close.