Where There's Smoke (8 page)

Her forehead furrowed. “I don’t—”

He patted his thighs. “Bend over.”

She scooted back and crossed her arms in front of her. “No man has spanked me since I turned fifteen.”

So much defiance. It would be fun taming her. “Then maybe it’s time someone did.” He reached out, slipping his hand beneath her dress, fondling between her legs. She gasped, closing her eyes. He fingered her labia, stroking up her flesh, then slowly moving his fingers down. Her pussy was already getting hot and moist and it was a hell of a turn-on.

It took extreme effort on his part to move his hand from beneath her dress. “Or I can leave.”

Her eyes flew open, her expression shocked and disappointed. “You would leave? Right now?”

He shrugged. “It’s up to you.” She didn’t move. He started to get up.

“Okay, okay.”

He grinned. Her eyes narrowed. He patted his thighs.

Her lips pursed right before she lay across his knees.

For a moment, he couldn’t move as her weight rested across his dick. He’d never wanted to fuck a woman as much as he wanted to fuck this one. But not yet. He had to save her soul first.

Chance inched her dress up until her ass cheeks were exposed. Fuck, she had sweet cheeks. He pushed her dress higher, exposing the curve of her back. Very sweet. She wiggled her ass. He gritted his teeth. Her movement against him was heaven and hell at the same time.

If he didn’t do something fast, he was going to be in more trouble than he might be able to get out of. He brought his hand down lightly across her ass. The sound echoed in the silent room. She gasped. He knew he didn’t hit her hard enough to cause any real pain, not the kind that hurt.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Destiny.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

He brought his hand down again. Her ass shot up. Pale cheeks taunted him. He tried to swallow but his mouth was too blasted dry. He needed to think about something, anything except what he wanted to do to her.

His gaze strayed to the television screen. The woman who’d stripped was on her back. One girl sucked on her breast while the other had her face buried between the girl’s legs.

Oh hell.

He tried to swallow past the lump in his throat, but couldn’t.

Chance wanted to do the same thing to Destiny. Suck on her pussy until she screamed his name. Maybe he would before the night was over.

He reached for his wineglass and took a long drink. The wine did nothing to cool him down, but the bitterness brought him back to reality. He started to set it back on the end table, but changed his mind at the last second.

He lightly slapped Destiny’s ass again, then drizzled the wine over her bottom. She gasped when it ran between her cheeks. He knew the instant the liquid touched her pussy because her gasp turned into a moan. He emptied his glass, then leaned forward and began to lick it off.

“All better?” he asked.

“You didn’t really hurt—”

He nudged her onto her back. Her dress twisted around her waist. Yes, this was exactly how he wanted her. “I think I might have hurt you right here.” He ran his finger up her slit right before he lowered his head. He’d wanted to kiss her in that very spot the minute he first laid eyes on her.

She grabbed his head, crying out, “Oh damn, that feels so fucking good.”

It tasted good, too. Just like he imagined she would taste. Ahh, but he needed so much more. He came to his feet, scooping her into his arms.

Chance carried her into the bedroom and laid her on the bed. In one swift motion, he had her dress off. He stood at the end of the bed, then grabbed her ankles and spread her legs wide. Nothing was left from his view.

“Where’s the vibrator, Destiny?”

“The dresser,” she croaked.

He could tell by the way her voice cracked that she was near the breaking point. He went to the dresser and opened the top drawer. Inside was every imaginable sex toy known to women. He grinned. They didn’t let demons-in-training have sex, and Destiny was a very sensual woman. It wouldn’t take much to show her that being good wouldn’t be so very bad.

He brought out a vibrator shaped like a penis, and a bottle of cinnamon-flavored syrup. He was glad to see the vibrator wasn’t nearly as big as he was.

Okay, Chance would admit that sometimes his human side crept up and reared its egotistical head. He grinned. He never had any complaints in the sex department, though.

Chance turned back around. Destiny’s legs were closed. He moved back to the bed and stood at the end.

“This isn’t how I left you.”

Her body trembled.

“Open your legs so I can see all of you.”

She drew in a sharp breath, but spread her legs wide.

“That’s better.” He moved between her legs. For a moment he just sat there on his knees, staring at her. Damn, she was so freakin’ hot.

“Chance,” she moaned, raising her hips.

And more than ready. He opened the bottle of cinnamon syrup and, holding it high above her, let it pour on her breasts, her nipples, her stomach, then her mound, drizzling between her legs.

“Cold,” she said, reaching down.

He’d already anticipated what she would do and grabbed her hands. “I’ll warm you up.” He lowered his head and began to suck. She tasted musky, and like cinnamon.

She cried out. Her hips rose higher.

When he stopped, she began to whimper. “Please,” she begged.

“Please what? I want to hear you say it.”

“More. Don’t stop.”

He began to lightly spread the syrup over her breasts, tweaking her nipples. “Is this what you want?”

She shook her head, biting her bottom lip.

He leaned forward, taking one nipple in his mouth, scraping his tongue across the tight little nub before he released it. “Better?”

She shook her head.

“Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”

A sigh escaped her lips. “Suck my pussy.”

“My pleasure,” he told her, but before he lowered his head, Chance lubricated the rubber penis, then turned it on low. He ran it down her slit before inserting it inside her vagina.

“Oh yes,” she cried. “Right there. Yes! Don’t stop!”

But she didn’t have to worry, he wasn’t about to stop his assault on her luscious body. He lowered his mouth again and began to suck and nibble the fleshy part of her sex. She squirmed beneath him. Her hips raised and lowered.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she began to mutter. Her head moved from side to side, her fingers curling in the bedspread.

He straightened, watching as the throes of passion swept over her. She was getting close to the edge. “Do you want more? Or should I stop and let you rest?”

“No! Don’t stop!”

“Spread your legs so I can see more of you.”

Her legs opened wider. This was pure torture for him. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as he inserted the vibrating dick in and out of her hot body. He had to end this now or it wouldn’t be a fake dick he plunged inside her. He nudged the vibrator on high speed, then lowered his mouth and began to suck again.

Her hips raised and lowered. She panted now, her breath coming in short gasps.

She suddenly stiffened, crying out. He moved his mouth, but replaced it with his hand, applying firm pressure. He wanted to watch her come. She didn’t disappoint him. Her body trembled with the force of her orgasm.

A tear slipped from the corner of her eye. When her body stopped quivering, he removed the vibrator. She curled on her side, legs pressed together, whimpering.

Chance pulled the spread over her naked body. “Sleep, beautiful lady. Sleep.” She drew in a deep breath and closed her eyes as he eased out of bed, stealing one of the pillowcases as he went.

Every part of him ached so bad he could barely hobble to the dresser. He slid the top drawer open and removed all the toys, slipping everything into the pillowcase.

As he walked into the other room, his eyes moved to the movie still playing. There were six people on the screen. Three men and three women and everyone was fucking.

His dick jerked.

Maybe he should change his technique and go ahead and fuck Destiny. He certainly needed some relief. Just as quickly as the thought entered his head, he pushed it away. Why fix something that wasn’t broken? Although right now, his dick would argue the point. God, he had to get out of the apartment.

Instead of going back to the ranch, he went to his penthouse apartment. He didn’t want to face the others. He closed his eyes and thought of where he wanted to be. Seconds passed. He felt a cool breeze on his face. When he opened his eyes, he was standing in his living room, facing a wall of windows.

Darkness had crept across the city. Lights from the nearby office buildings made it look almost like Christmas. Chance dropped the pillowcase on the carpeted floor and made his way into the kitchen.

He needed something to cool him down, and the beer in his refrigerator was ice-cold. He got one out and twisted off the cap, tossing it toward the sink. The cap skittered off the counter and pinged when it landed on the tiled floor. He didn’t really care. He just wanted to clear his mind of the vision of Destiny, legs wide open, her pussy inviting him to do more than tease and taste.

He strolled back to the living room and opened the sliding glass door, stepping to the balcony. The sweltering heat of the day had cooled somewhat and there was a light breeze. He glanced up. A few stars were scattered across the night sky. He stared at them, as though he could see past. For a moment, he forgot about Destiny. Just the same, a new tension began to build inside him.

Their fathers were up there in the heavens somewhere. They’d never met them. Sometimes Chance wondered if they thought about their offspring. They were supposed to be angels, for God’s sake. You would think they would care just a little.

Ah, fuck, why the hell did it even matter? How could he miss something he never had?

Destiny was different. He could have her, even if it was just for a little while.

He raised the bottle to his lips as she filled his mind with erotic images. The beer was cold going down, but it really wasn’t helping his dick feel any better.

He missed her with an ache that ran from his head to his toes. The beer hadn’t made him want to fuck her any less. It was time to resort to other measures to get rid of his killer hard-on. He made his way to the bathroom and turned on the shower. No hot water, only cold. He needed relief.

He quickly stripped out of his clothes, gasping when he stepped under the spray. For a moment, he let the water sluice over him. Ahh, better.

Until he closed his eyes. A vision formed of Destiny with her ass exposed to his view, him spanking her, then her naked on the bed, her legs spread wide, her tits pointing toward him. She tasted so great. Musky and ready to be fucked, and fucked hard.

He pushed the button on the soap dispenser and a glob of gel landed on his palm. Destiny created an ache in him that wouldn’t go away. No other woman had ever affected him like she did. He slid his hand over his chest, then down farther, until his hand encircled his dick.

His thighs clenched and he sucked in a mouthful of air. He’d wanted to plunge inside her body, feel her heat wrap around him.

His hips shot forward as his hand began to move up and down. Slowly at first, then faster. He could barely take a deep breath. He leaned his other hand against the smooth tiles and pictured Destiny raising her hips to meet each thrust. Her legs opening for him. Sliding the vibrator inside her.

He could almost feel her hot, moist body closing around his dick. Chance’s vision clouded. He gasped, then threw his head back and yelled as release came.

Water poured over him as his breathing slowed.

If he didn’t fuck her soon, he might just go blind.

Destiny couldn’t believe it happened again! How did he manage to seduce her every single time? Destiny planned every last detail of her seduction. She strummed her fingers on the table and glanced through her notes. The mood lighting, the alcohol, the sexy dress, the naughty DVD—Destiny did everything she’d read about in the magazine. The plan was foolproof. Then what went wrong?

Nothing!

It was stupid trying to figure out what went wrong. She shoved her notes to the floor. She’d executed her plan perfectly, then awakened in a sticky, syrupy cinnamon mess. First thing, she took a shower and stripped the bed. Served her right for giving up control of the situation when she should’ve been the one dictating what happened.

What did she forget?

When she shifted in the chair, spasms of pain erupted down low. Damn, she was so freakin’ sore! She eased her body into a more comfortable position, which wasn’t easy after last night.

Last night… She found it difficult to swallow as visions of the night before swarmed across her mind. The way Chance had looked at her, as though she was the most desirable woman in the universe. His burning gaze had caressed her body, his hands had…

A light bulb went off inside her brain.