Unleashed: Volume 2 (Unleashed #2) (8 page)

Rock hard as I
approached her with the blindfold, I knew I’d very much enjoy the
sight of her in it. Her ripe lips open and panting under the black
silk, the sounds of surprise and desire I’d coax from her. I leaned
over, lifting her head in my hands.

“I’m going to
blindfold you.”

Her eyes flew open and
she strained against the restraints at the bedposts. Her breasts
stood out more as she stretched. I couldn’t wait to play with them
at my leisure. Because that’s what this morning was going to be
about, teasing, light play. I wanted to go slowly with her, take my
time, exercise restraint and see what made her tick. I wanted to
learn her secrets. Then exploit them to the fullest.

“Trust me, Kara.”
Slowly, she closed her eyes again. I wrapped the cool silk around
her, fastening it just tight enough at the back of her head. “How’s
that?”

OK.” Her breathing
came fast. I could tell this was all new to her. Tense, nervous, she
didn’t know what to do or what to expect. Her inexperience made it
even more arousing. I took my time, letting the anticipation build.

In one stroke, I pulled
back all of the covers and threw them to the floor. She gasped and
lay there completely bare for my exploration and enjoyment. I watched
her twist her legs, bring a foot to her ankle then down again. Her
thighs clenched together over her sex.

I sat next to her again
and began to stroke her inner thigh. She opened for me on instinct,
so naturally submissive in her responses. Oh, Kara. On the lips of
her bare, beautiful pussy I could see honey forming for me. Under my
inspection, completely exposed, she writhed lightly. I hissed as I
watched her arousal building, her sex starting to glisten.

“Are you thinking of
what I might do to you, Kara?” I asked in a low voice, stroking her
inner thighs. I didn’t touch her petals, not yet. She moaned in
response. “Sometimes it’s fun not to know, isn’t it, Kara?” I
brought my hands up to her smooth stomach, tracing her curves, up
over her hips.

Bending over her so she
could feel the tickle of my breath on her thighs, I asked, “Are you
starting to throb, Kara? Are you starting to ache?” She gasped, her
thighs parting more. I fought the urge to plunge my tongue deep into
her, feasting and drinking her in relentlessly as she came again and
again.

Instead, I brought a
hand to the swell of one of her breasts, slowly, softly caressing it.
I flicked my thumb lightly over her nipple and smiled with
satisfaction as it stiffened even more. I grabbed the peak with a
sudden pinch, twisting it between my finger and thumb.

She cried out with a
twinge of pain. Yet, at the same time, she pushed her breast into my
hand, needy and wanting more.

“I like how you
respond to me, Kara.” I caressed her with my voice, back to
stroking now. “With your eyes closed, you feel more. All of your
senses are tuned in to the touch. The feel.” I took her nipple into
my mouth, sucking, swirling my tongue around the pebbled point. Then
I removed the heat of my mouth and blew lightly on the wet tip. She
inhaled sharply, her nipples dark pink and pointed with need.

Over on the tray of
breakfast food, I saw a small stainless steel pitcher half-full with
maple syrup. Seemed a shame to waste perfectly good syrup like that.

I started with a few
dribbles along her stomach.

“Ooh!” she
exclaimed, wiggling.

“Lie still.” I
brought a strong hand to her shoulder, steadying her, and she stilled
at my touch. Slowly, I brought my tongue down to her flat, soft
expanse of skin, licking the syrup up as if I were licking her
juices, not letting a single drop get away from me, savoring all of
it. She moaned as if she were picturing the exact same thing.

Next, I dribbled some
syrup on her hip. I flicked my tongue lightly along her curves. She
melted under my tongue, hot and urgent, moving her hips toward me and
offering herself up with small, moaning pants.

“Stay still, now,”
I admonished. She whimpered and tried to lie still as I dribbled a
circle of syrup around her belly button. Making sure not to touch any
other part of her body, I leaned over, flicking my tongue along her
lower stomach.

“Declan,” she
panted, writhing beneath me.

I sat up, then lightly
grazed her aching nipple with the metal of the syrup pitcher. Cool
against her hot flesh, she shivered, so much more sensitive without
sight.

I dribbled a few drops
at the top of her breasts, carefully avoiding her nipples. As I
licked and sucked, she started to beg.

“Declan, please,”
she panted, trying to twist closer toward me, close any distance
between us.

“Yes, that’s
right,” I encouraged her, running a finger along her soft cheek
underneath the blindfold, stopping at her full lips. “I like it
when you beg.” She flicked her tongue out at my finger, then drew
it in and sucked. I groaned. Rock hard, the tip of my cock strained
at the low-riding waistband of my sweatpants.

Enough teasing. I
needed more. Down between her legs, I spread her thighs. Face at her
pussy, I blew on her wetness. She writhed in the sensation. I brought
the syrup can to her slick folds, sliding the cool metal along her
skin. Then I poured a dab of syrup on her.

“Declan!” she cried
out.

I brought my tongue to
her slit, slowly licking up the mingled syrup, maple and Kara, so
sweet. She arched her back and moaned, pressing her pussy into my
tongue.

“Do you like that,
Kara?”

“Ah, Declan! I need—”
She broke off into a moan of pleasure as I slid more syrup on her,
more tongue, this time firmer, stronger, more insistent, lapping up
more of her juice. Grasping her ass in both hands, I settled my face
in and began to tongue fuck her in a demanding rhythm. She bucked
against me, her hands still tied above her head, writhing and
screaming with need.

“Yes! Oh God,
Declan!”

I worked her, licking
and sucking and flicking her clit over and over with my tongue. Just
as she was about to come, I stopped. As much as I wanted to drink in
her juices all day and all night, I wanted to see the look in her
eyes. I wanted to see her glazed over with lust and pleading with me
when she begged for me to finish her.

I took off her
blindfold. “Tell me what you want, Kara.”

“I want you, Declan,”
she pleaded, panting, her eyes wild with need.

“What is it you want,
exactly?”

“I want…” She
seemed to struggle with her words, fighting against herself,
embarrassed. I loved that in her, the shyness. I’d have a lot of
fun stripping it away.

“Tell me,” I coaxed
her, tracing hot kisses down her neck, licking my way down the valley
between her breasts.

“I want to take you
in my mouth,” she cried out. “I want to suck you and swallow all
of your come.”

I groaned. That was not
what I had expected her to say. Overcome by what she’d just
described, I suddenly couldn’t imagine anything I wanted more.

“Please,” she
begged, softly, urgently.

I couldn’t resist. I
withdrew the blindfold and unfastened her restraints. Heavy lidded, I
watched as she drew up on her knees and came to my side. Lips parted,
she looked down at the huge bulge in my sweatpants, the crown barely
visible at the waistband. She looked hungry. I couldn’t believe she
was about to take me into her mouth like I’d fantasied about
countless times, lick and suck me and drink down my come.

She slid my sweatpants
down. My cock sprang free and she reached a hand to it, wrapping it
hesitantly around the hard length as I groaned.

“I can’t believe
you fit in me,” she said, awed. “You’re so huge.” A drop of
pre-come pearled on the tip as I held my whole body rigid, waiting.
But then she paused, shy.

She whispered, “I
don’t have a lot of experience doing this so I don’t know if I’ll
be any good at it. Can you teach me how to do it right for you?”

I closed my eyes. Fuck.
She didn’t mean to, but that turned me on even more. Teach her to
do it right for me? I might come just thinking about it.

“You don’t have a
lot of experience?” I felt drunk, repeating her words.

She shook her head,
eyes averted, looking embarrassed. “I haven’t really done…”

“You’ve never gone
down on a guy before?” How was this luscious creature so
inexperienced all these years later? Sure, I liked the fantasy of her
pining away for me, celibate as a nun, but reality told me six years
was a long time. I hadn’t exactly left her with a lot of hope back
in the day, and she was so tempting, so perfect.

Blood pounded in my
ears. She still hadn’t responded. I leaned in closer to her on the
bed.

“Kara?”

“I’ve dated,” she
mumbled.

Damn it, she was being
evasive. I felt a surge of jealous rage. Whoever they were, these
men, I would find them and rip their heads off.

“Just dated, Declan,”
she continued, apparently able to read my thoughts. “I’ve never
done this before.”

I crushed her against
me, searing her with my kiss. Mine. She belonged to me. I kissed her
with a fire I hadn’t even known I had, a branding kiss, claiming
her as my own.

“Kara,” I breathed
into her, leaning her down against the pillows, parting her legs. I
knew nothing other than that I needed to be inside of her, now. No
time for foreplay, no teasing and stoking the fires. I was a volcano
about to explode.

I parted her legs and
plunged my cock deep up inside of her with one long, strong thrust.

“Yes,” she
screamed. The hot, wet walls of her pussy took me in tight as a fist.
I’d never felt anything so good. Like an animal, I thrust into her
again and again, driven on by my savage lust and her cries of desire.

“Mine,” I growled
with each hard, driving thrust.

“Yes,” she
responded, meeting me with her hips. I brought my hands to her knees
and forced them up, then pushed them down by her sides, opening her
even more. It drove her wild, frenzied. She thrashed underneath me,
taking me in all the way.

“Mine,” I claimed
her.

“More,” she called
out, writhing, sweaty and desperate. My balls slapping against her,
the headboard pounded against the wall.

I buried myself in her,
driving into her, relentless, fucking her senseless. The pressure
built in me, burning, heating up, until I knew I was about to
explode.

“Are you ready to
take my come?” I growled. The question sent her over the edge. She
began bucking helplessly underneath me, her hips raised off the
sheets as wave after wave of orgasm engulfed her. Her tight pussy
squeezed my cock and I lost myself, mindlessly pumping thick come
into her as I roared out her name.

Panting, we lay in the
twisted, sweaty sheets, intertwined. I never wanted to get up again.
I wanted to lie there forever with her naked in the bed.

So I got up. I headed
over to the bathroom.

“I’m going to take
a shower,” I called over my shoulder. I didn’t look back.

Under pounding cold
water, I pulled myself together. I’d lost control in there. I’d
meant to play with her, tease her, tempt her. Start a slow burn. And
I’d lost control. That didn’t happen with me. That wouldn’t
happen again.

After the shower, I
changed into some dark jeans and a crisp, fitted button-down shirt. I
had a couple of meetings that day, some calls with potential
investors, a pitch over drinks about a new opportunity. Sundays
didn’t slow down much for the self-made businessman. That’s where
I needed to focus.

I headed straight into
my office. Kara took a shower, too, then came in to see me. Enveloped
in a large towel, she stood there looking virginal and pink. I
cleared my throat, my dick stirring once again at the sight of her.

Embarrassed, she
murmured, “I don’t have any clothes.”

That’s right, I’d
ripped hers off last night in the elevator. I liked her naked. I saw
no reason for her to wear anything at all. But it was true, if she
were going to come with me to New York she’d better have something
to wear.

“You’re going to
need some. Tomorrow we’re flying to New York. Why don’t you go
shopping? I’ve got some work to do.”

“Shopping?”

“You need some
clothes. That towel’s not going to cut it. Though I do like seeing
you in it.” She blushed and looked down at herself. “Why don’t
you head back to those boutiques you saw the other day and buy
yourself some things?”

“Oh, I don’t think
so.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t feel right
going and spending your money like that.”

Huh. That was a new
one. I didn’t think I’d ever heard anyone say that before. “You
do need some clothes, Kara.” I tried logic. She still looked
reluctant. “Or, no, that’s right, you have that t-shirt from last
night. The one I ripped in half. We could put a button in the middle
and you could wear that around. I could pop it open whenever I
wanted.”

“Not going to
happen.” At least now she was smiling.

“I need your help,”
I improvised. Why hadn’t I started with that? Kara could never
resist doing a favor.

“Really?” Kara
brightened visibly at the prospect.

“I need you to buy a
baby gift. My property manager in Bozeman and his wife just had a
baby.” I’d gotten a text early that morning. The baby had come
two weeks early, but was a perfectly healthy seven-pound boy.

“A baby?” She
clapped her hands together with a big smile. I wanted to tell her a
few more things that would take her hands away from that towel. It
had slipped an inch.

“Could you pick
something out?” I asked. “I’m terrible at that kind of thing.”
That was true, too, but of course my PA Angie typically took care of
all those sorts of needs. I had to admit, though, I liked the idea of
Kara picking something out for Brett and his wife. She’d have fun
doing it, too.