By His Desire (7 page)

She didn’t know what to think about this. She couldn’t really process it. Once again, everything she’d believed for years was called into question.

And then she heard herself blurt, “I used to watch you all the time. I went to your soccer and basketball games, when I could. You were good, of course. You were good at everything you did. But the only time I ever saw you look happy was when you were with the headmaster’s dog.”

When he spoke he sounded irritated. “You’re obsessed with that damn dog.”

That made her smile. “You never did tell me if you ever had a pet.”

That brought on the longest silence yet. She had to force herself to stay quiet and let Keith break it when he was ready.

Finally he did. “Fine. You want me to say that I have a soft spot in my heart for animals? I do. You want me to say that I was starved of any real affection growing up, and the only outlet I had was the headmaster’s dog? Well, that’s true too. I had a rotten childhood. My mother died when I was a baby and my father was a cold, unfeeling bastard. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

His voice was angry. Really angry. But she’d asked for it, and so she didn’t say a word.

“But don’t get the idea that I need love now,” he went on. “Or that I need to be saved or healed or whatever. I have more money and freedom than most of the human beings on this planet. I have everything I ever wanted.” A short silence, and then his voice turned low. “I even got to fuck that pretty mouth of yours last night. So don’t worry about me. I’m doing just fine.” Another pause. “I’m done talking now, Sarah. If this wasn’t enough to satisfy you then I guess you’ll pack up and leave. There’s nothing I can do about that. But if you stay, you should know that I’m not in the mood to be gentle tonight. But maybe you won’t stay to find out just how rough I can be.”

He disconnected the call, and for a long time Sarah sat still, without moving. Her skin was tingling.

There was no question she was going to stay.

In spite of what Keith had said, she did think he needed love. But that wasn’t the only reason she was staying. The biggest reason was selfish.

She wanted him. There was no part of her that wasn’t turned on by Keith Logan, and she wanted everything from him that he was willing to give her—even if it was only for one week.

And even if she was a little bit nervous about tonight.

* * *

Lie face down, naked and blindfolded, and wait for me.

That was it.

Sarah finished reading the letter and tucked it in her back pocket as Nancy brought out dessert. It was caramel custard.

“Mr. Logan said you like this,” she said cheerfully.

It was the dessert she’d ordered that night at the restaurant. For a man who wanted to portray himself as cold and aloof, he could be remarkably thoughtful.

“Is he a good boss?” she asked suddenly, as Nancy set the dish down.

Nancy looked a little surprised at the question, but she answered readily enough. “Yes, he is. A wonderful boss.”

She probably wouldn’t get an answer to her next question, but she asked it anyway.

“Does he...have a lot of women over?”

Nancy smiled a little as she poured more espresso into Sarah’s cup. “I shouldn’t talk about that.”

“Of course not. I’m sorry. I—”

“I shouldn’t, but I will.”

Sarah blinked.

“I’ve been with him five years, and yes, he’s been with his share of women. And yes, sometimes they stay the night. But he’s never had a woman living here.”

She shouldn’t be so happy to hear that—but she was.

“I’m not exactly living here. I mean...I’m only here for a week.”

“Mmm.”

She wasn’t sure how to interpret that, but she figured she’d put Nancy on the spot enough for one night.

Lie face down, naked and blindfolded, and wait for me.

She’d followed instructions and was now lying on her bed as tense as a bowstring. She tried not to wonder what was coming. Everything they’d done so far she’d loved, but of course that was no guarantee she’d feel that way tonight.

She had to remember that no matter how drawn she was to Keith, how much she wanted to stay, if something happened she didn’t like she could end it and walk away.

The door opened.

Her heart thumped as she listened to Keith crossing the room towards her. Then she felt the bed give as he sat on the edge beside her.

“Lay on my lap,” he said, his voice cool and even.

Shit. Shit. Did this mean he was going to spank her, or something? Of course that was one of the possibilities that had occurred to her when she read his note, but she’d let herself hope that it wouldn’t happen.

Maybe it wouldn’t hurt very much. Maybe—

“Now.” His voice was like a whip, and she knew she had to decide.

She rose up on her knees and moved towards him on the bed. She used her hands to feel where he was and then awkwardly laid herself down across his powerful thighs.

He was bare chested but he was wearing pants—jeans, she thought. The denim was rough against her skin, and she felt an unexpected jolt of excitement.

Keith ran his big palm along her spine and down across her backside. He traced the curves of her buttocks with slow, gentle strokes, and suddenly she realized something.

She liked this. She liked lying naked and vulnerable on Keith’s lap, blindfolded and at his mercy.

Something was happening to her spine. She was lying still, not moving, but it felt like she was. Like she was almost...undulating.

Surrendering.

“You have a beautiful ass, Sarah.”

Then he lifted his hand and brought it down on her bottom with an audible crack.

She gasped, but more from surprise than pain. It stung—no question about that—but it didn’t really hurt. Still, as adrenaline coursed through her body, instinct made her squirm away from him.

Instantly he caught her wrists and bound them together, behind her back, using something that felt like the tie of a robe. He must have had it ready.

Oh, God. What was wrong with her that she felt so excited right now? She’d loved everything they’d done together but in a burst of clarity, she realized that, on some level, she’d been telling herself that this side of Keith was something she was putting up with in order to be with him. Like it was a flaw she had to deal with.

But it wasn’t that way at all.

“You’re not going anywhere,” he said in that low, sexy voice she loved.

When she struggled this time it wasn’t instinct—it was because she wanted to. She wanted to feel how hopeless it was, how completely Keith could dominate her.

He held her down easily with a hand on her lower back.

“You were doing so well,” he said, using his other hand to stroke her bare bottom again. The soft caress made her skin tighten everywhere, as though it were too small for her body. “And then you had to try and take that blindfold off. You should know better, Sarah. I make the rules at night.”

Was he going to spank her again? She held her breath in anticipation, but he just kept stroking her.

“If you’re a good girl, we won’t have to do this again...even if your ass looks fucking amazing with my hand print on it. But I’m willing to move on if you’ve learned your lesson. Have you?”

He was letting her off the hook. With one spank, he was letting her off the hook.

He thought she couldn’t take it. He thought she didn’t really like this. He’d talked about how rough he could be, and now he was backing off.

“No.”

Keith’s hand went still. “What?”

Her heart was pounding. “I said no. I haven’t learned my lesson. I think...” she swallowed. “I think you should make sure I have.”

It was like he’d turned into a statue. The silence was so electric it seemed to crackle across her skin.

Then she felt his erection. The heat and hardness seemed to burn through his jeans. She remembered holding all that masculine power in her hands and her mouth last night, and a shiver went through her.

Keith’s hand drifted slowly over her ass, paused, and then moved down between her legs. She wanted to part them, but she couldn’t seem to move. When he found the wetness there his hand went still again.

“Sarah,” he said, his voice sounding almost shaken.

There was no warning before the next spanking. This one was a little harder, but there was so much more pleasure than pain.

“Apparently you’re a much naughtier girl than I realized. I think you need a lesson in which one of us has the upper hand.”

When he said the word
hand
his came down again. The sting was like an electric shock, and she jumped and wriggled in his lap, feeling a pulse of excitement when she rubbed against the bulge in his jeans.

His hand came down again and again, raining sharp blows on her burning skin until it was almost too much.

Just before it was too much, he stopped. “Who’s in charge here, Sarah?”

“You are,” she gasped, and a delicious feeling swept through her when she said the words. Her ass felt like it was on fire and the burn spread all through her.

He untied her hands and shifted her off his lap, laying her on her back and reaching for her wrists. In seconds she was cuffed to the bed, the hot, tender skin of her backside rubbing against the silk comforter.

Keith slid one hand behind her to palm her bottom and laid the other across her damp pussy. The part of her that ached and throbbed was trapped between those strong hands, and even though she tried to stay still she twitched spasmodically in near-frantic desire.

Keith chuckled as he bent close to whisper in her ear. “Who’s the master here?”

“You are.”

His hands tightened for a moment, and then the hand on her bottom moved so he could dip one finger into her honeyed wetness. Then his palm settled over her ass again and she felt that slick finger at her anus.

She tensed up, and he chuckled again. “I think you want me everywhere, Sarah. I think you’ll let me in anywhere I want to go.”

The hand on her pussy shifted, and she felt two fingers probing at her entrance, not penetrating yet but poised to do just that.

If she moved as much as a millimeter, he’d be inside her. She held herself still.

Then her breath whooshed out of her in a gasp as the finger at her anus pushed inside to the first knuckle.

She arched off the bed and the movement thrust her onto the fingers at her pussy. When she tried to retreat from that invasion she impaled herself further on the finger in her ass.

The more she tried to get away the more she was invaded.

“Keith!”

As soon as she cried out his name she remembered that she was supposed to call him Sir, but he didn’t say anything about it. A sound came from him, something between a groan and a growl.

“Take it deeper.”

Oh, God. His words drove her over the edge and in the next instant she was rocking against him, shamelessly fucking his fingers on both ends. The friction inside her made her burn until every inch of her was on fire.

Then, suddenly, his fingers were gone. She opened her mouth to cry out in protest, but then she heard the sound of his zipper and foil ripping and her heart slammed against her chest.
Please, please, please, please...

He shoved her legs roughly apart and gripped her hips.

“You’re mine,” he said, and pleasure exploded inside her as he drove his cock inside her, to the hilt.

He was so much bigger than the guy she’d been with before him. He was so big she felt split in two. How could she contain so much?

When he started to move, it wasn’t like his fingers. This was a true invasion. He was so long and thick it hurt just a little.

She wanted to hurt like this for the rest of her life. She wanted Keith inside her, possessing her, filling all her empty places. She wanted the friction, the heat and hardness, the big hands moving to her thighs, forcing her legs wider apart as he pushed inside her again and again.

She wanted those dominating thrusts telling her who she belonged to.

You’re mine.

She was helpless under the onslaught. Her wrists were cuffed. Her legs were pinioned under his hands, her legs spread wide as he fucked her relentlessly, deliberately, thoroughly.

Then his angle shifted, and he was bumping against her clit with every flex of his hips. There was a roaring in her ears as the tension built to dizzying heights, until her body felt like an elastic that had been pulled too tight.

And then she broke.

She was splintered by ecstasy, every cell in body separately exploding.

Keith stayed deep inside her during her orgasm, grinding himself against her until the aftershocks rose suddenly into a second climax.

Her body was buzzing and quivering when he pulled out and slammed into her again, his thrusts harder and rougher than before. He pounded her mercilessly until she felt his cock pulse inside her, and then he called out her name as he shuddered with his own orgasm.

His weight collapsed on top of her, and for the first time she wished her hands weren’t cuffed. She wanted to stroke his back, his shoulders, his hair.

Instead she lay still and basked in the feeling of his big body pinning hers to the mattress. He rested his head on her shoulder, and she let herself enjoy that, too.

“Sarah,” he said after what seemed like a long, long time.

“Yes?” she whispered.

He shifted his head and pressed a kiss to her collarbone. “There’s a possibility that you and I are sexually compatible.”

A bubble of warmth and laughter rose inside her.

“Could be,” she said gravely, wishing she could see his face but not asking this time.

They lay in silence for a while after that—a remarkably companionable silence.

It occurred to her that she couldn’t remember ever feeling this relaxed with another human being.

Apparently the trick was to be tied down, blindfolded, and fucked senseless.

Another bubble of laughter rose, taking shape in a smile.

The smile was still there when Keith finally eased himself to the side. “I’m sorry—I must have been heavy,” he said, trailing a hand down her body from her neck to her waist.