Everything Bared (Six-Alarm Sexy) (18 page)

“Faster,” she ordered.

No change.

She tugged on his arm and squeezed her thighs on his hips. “Faster!”

Still slow and steady.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the crop. She scooped it up, brandishing it in the air. When she swung it quickly, it made a swishing sound. “Faster,” she ground out, the threat clearly implied.

His eyes flashed, but still his movements remained the same. God. He
wanted
her to use the crop. Was practically begging for it. Topping from the bottom seemed to be something at which they both excelled. Reaching out with the tip of the crop, she set it in the hollow of his throat, bouncing it lightly so he could feel the leather against his skin. “Is this what you want?”

He threw his head back and whinnied.

In a zigzag pattern, she trailed the crop down his chest, then lower, to where their bodies were joined. A tremor wracked him when the leather kissed the base of his cock. He sucked in a breath and nickered through clenched teeth, the sound raw and choked.

Was he frightened? Her heart stuttered at the expression of lust on his flushed and straining face. Deep down, she was somewhat shocked by what was happening. Sure she’d seen pony play at clubs before, although what she’d seen had never included sex. But this, with Will, wow. This went beyond even her craziest, kinkiest dreams.

He was so strong and muscular. And all that power was trapped between her thighs and under her ass.
At her mercy.

Her gaze holding his, she flicked the tip of the crop over one nipple, then the other. His breath hitched and his hips bucked. Buried in her pussy, his cock lengthened and widened.
Jesus.
Trailing the crop down his side, she slid it along his legs. She passed it over the arch of his foot, then up the underside of his leg. When she reached his inner thigh, his body stilled and he seemed to be holding his breath. Up on her knees, she used the crop to stroke the thin skin of his sac. This was a man’s most sensitive and fragile part, and Will had offered it to her on a platter. His legs quivered and his grip on her arm tightened. For a moment, the responsibility of all that trust almost crushed her. He wanted this. She wanted this. And she would give it to him.

She flicked the crop, hitting his balls gently. He groaned, a sound torn from deep inside his chest. Her belly contracted and warmth filled her pussy. She squeezed her inner muscles around his cock. His chest was pumping, his face dark and his eyes blazing. She could see the effort of his restraint in the muscles standing out on his arms, in his jaw clenched so hard she feared for his teeth.

He threw his head back, grunting and whinnying, a move meant to challenge. His orgasm was close, hell so was hers, but without some increased friction, neither of them would come. Again, the power exchange. She was the one with the crop, but he was the one in control.

Could she really do it? Could she actually hit him with the crop? She’d never wielded one before, but she’d had one used on her. It hadn’t been too bad, in fact, it had been pretty pleasurable until the idiot baby Dom had pulled out a single-tailed whip he didn’t know how to use properly. He’d have completely shredded her back, leaving her with lifelong scars, were it not for the quick intervention of the Dungeon Master. And that was something she absolutely didn’t want for Will, the man who had given her nothing but pleasure.

Breathing deeply, she straightened her shoulders. She’d give him what he wanted, but only as far as they were
both
comfortable. And only in areas that were safe for impact play.

Without giving away her next move, she lifted her hand and thwacked him on the thigh. The thick quad muscle could easily absorb the impact. Like a wave, his body pushed her up from the bed, then dropped her back down. His cock shoved even deeper inside her. She screamed at the pleasure and pain sensations ripping through her. Wanting more, she swung the crop again, hitting his other thigh.

He neighed, his back arching, his body bucking. So beautiful, so passionate. Unable to resist, she leaned forward, her tongue licking a path from his pecs to his neck. He tasted of man, sweat, and salt, the heady combination making her dizzy. As she sucked on the soft flesh of his throat, he raised his head and clamped his teeth over the tendon on the side of her neck.

Oh. My. God.

Like a mating stallion, he held her in place with his powerful jaws. This had to be the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced. Who’d have thought the mild-mannered CFO of Caldwell Fine Furnishings would be such a sexy beast?

His hips pumped into her, the pace wild and frenetic. When he released her, she threw herself back into the ride. With each thrust, his cock drove deeper inside her, with each crash to the mattress, her orgasm built. Whenever she sensed his energy waning, she brought the crop down on his thighs, his heels, or his abs. Soon his whinnies turned to hoarse groans and he shook with shudder after shudder. The full length of his body was as tight as a climbing rope and coated in sweat, making him even more beautiful to watch. His eyes bore into hers, pleading. Oh God. Was he waiting for her to tell him to come, like she’d done with him? She could see it now, the effort to hold back his orgasm. The effort pleased her.

Once again, she dragged the tip of the crop up the inside of his leg, pressing hard enough for him to feel it without it tickling. As she approached his inner thigh, his hips lifted off the mattress. His heels dug in and his knees widened, opening him up. His butt cheeks were clenched tight enough to crack walnuts, but she had full access to his balls. The twin weights were drawn high against his body.

Anticipation had him shaking. His back was arched high off the bed so only his feet and head made contact with the mattress. From her position, impaled on his cock, her thighs spread over his hips, her feet dangling, toes barely touching the bed, she felt consumed by him, by his energy, by his passion. He reached far inside her, touching deeper than any man ever had. Touching her heart.

A surge of emotions rolled through her, and she had to clamp her lips to keep from revealing the truth. Exposing her true feelings would ruin everything. And now more than ever, she wanted the next couple of weeks to be the best of their lives.

Slowly, she ran the crop over his inner thigh and under his balls, digging deep. His hips gave a little buck, but he maintained his position. With a twist of her wrist, she let the crop smack against his balls in a sharp but light snap. “Come!” she ordered him.

His ass dipped down to the mattress, then he screamed and his back bowed in a perfect arch, plunging him so deep inside her, he hit her cervix.

Her screams joined his as her body convulsed around his cock. When he finally dropped back down to the mattress, the impact had her careening right into a second orgasm. His arms came around her back, pressing her to his chest. Her body felt possessed, electrified, by Will buried inside her pussy, surrounding her. Laying siege to her heart. She was his captive, and he didn’t even know it.

It took several long minutes before their pulses slowed enough for them to catch their breaths. Will snuggled against her and blew air in her hair. “Neigh.”

“Idiot.” She laughed and kissed him.

He stroked her back, her arms, her ass. Although she felt guilty because it was her job to take care of him after this scene, her eyes drooped as she rested her head on his shoulder. This was nice. Better than nice. Never in her life had she felt so wanted. So safe.

She jerked her head up and stared into his eyes. “I trust you.” She couldn’t admit her love, but she could admit this much.

The smile that spread across his face illuminated her heart. “I trust you too,” he whispered.

She curled up against his shoulder and wished she could stop time, stay like this with him forever. His hand moved over her back, gently scratching. She moaned and moved against him like a contented feline.

“So,” he said, breaking the comfortable silence. “Any more fantasies I can help you live out?”

“Hmm…” Fantasies? She had hundreds of them, all starring one Will Caldwell. Years of watching him from afar had given her plenty of time to think… and dream. “Well, there is this one involving a dark movie theater.” Not daring to move, she held her breath, waiting for his reaction.

“Movie theater, huh?” He grabbed the laptop off the nightstand and set it down on the bed beside them. “I guess we’d better see what’s playing.”

They hadn’t made it to the movies that night. They hadn’t even made it out of bed, except for the two minutes it had taken William to scour the kitchen for more food. Years of training had given Danielle incredible strength and stamina, and he needed extra fuel to keep pace with his sexy firefighter.

Leaning back in his chair at CFF, William crossed his feet on top of his desk and replayed the fun they’d had that morning.

At breakfast, he’d given her a pass to the gym and swimming pool in his building and they’d decided to fit in a quick workout before heading to work. Dani had taken the opportunity to drop him on his ass with no more than a few quick grappling moves. This woman, who was at least six inches shorter and a good eighty pounds lighter, had maneuvered him onto his back and pinned him to the mat. What had followed had been well-worth the slam to his ego.

Still, he had to be prepared for next time. No sense letting Danielle get too cocky. He grabbed his desk phone and dialed Drew. With his years of martial arts training, Drew was his best hope to beat Danielle. “Hey, little brother,” he said when Drew answered.

“What’s up, William?”

“You free tonight?”

“Sure. You want to hit some bars?”

“Actually, I was wondering if you’d meet me at the Dragon’s Lair. Around six? We can grab some dinner after.”

“A: Why do you want to meet at my gym? And B, you’re paying, and you better not take me anywhere that requires a fucking tie.”

“We can go to that dive with the bad beer and even worse food you and your buddies like so much. Okay?”

“Yeah. That’ll do. And you’re still buying.”

“So we’re on?”

“We’re on, except you didn’t answer question A.”

William stared out the window and mentally prepared for some very intense razzing from his little brother. “I want you to teach me a few moves.”

“Boxing?”

“No, fucking,” William deadpanned.

“Ha ha ha. I’ve seen the photos of you in the mags, man. Seattle’s Most Eligible Bachelor. If it isn’t boxing, what is it?”

“Wrestling.”

Drew’s laughter exploded over the line, and William had to pull the phone away from his ear or risk deafness. “What’s so damn funny?”

“Did you wrestle with Dani by any chance?”

Will pursed his lips and hedged. “Maybe.”

“Don’t worry, bro. She’s got an uncanny ability to find her opponent’s weakness and use it against him.”

Drew’s words stung and surprised him. He’d said the exact same thing to Danielle to describe his own attack strategy. Seemed they had more in common than he’d thought. “Don’t you all do that?”

“Sure. She’s just better and faster at it. And she has very few weaknesses for us to exploit. The woman trains like a maniac, every spare minute she has.”

Danielle might not have many physical weaknesses, but she had several psychological ones, and bastard that he was, he’d wasted no time in using them against her. He still felt like a slug whenever he remembered what he’d said to her that day after the altercation with Torval.

“So, you’ll teach me some moves? I’d like to at least put up a bit of a fight next time she tries to take me down.”

“See you tonight, bro.”

Drew’s laughter lingered well after William ended the call. Now more than ever, he wanted to get to know Danielle, to learn why she was so driven, why being a firefighter was so important to her. From what he’d seen, it was the main reason she was so wrong for him. Her lack of money or lineage didn’t matter. Hell, he didn’t have any of his own. And thanks to Kathleen, he was starting to have a good-sized collection of contacts. But Danielle’s job? Yeah, that was still a huge problem. He needed a woman who was there for him. Whose life revolved around him the way Danielle’s revolved around firefighting. With her, he’d always come in a distant second.

His cell phone rang, a welcome interruption from his depressing thoughts. He dug it out of his pocket and answered, not bothering to check the caller ID. Very few people had his cell number.

“Will?”

Speak of the devil.
“Hello, Danielle.”

“Listen, we got a report of a possible health-and-safety infraction at Caldwell Fine Furnishings. The captain asked me to check it out. Are you at home or at your office?”

William swung his feet off the desk and sat up straight. “My office. What’s the infraction?”

“I’ll tell you more when I get there. Fifteen minutes, okay?”

“I’ll be in the lobby.”

William waited anxiously by the main entrance for Danielle to arrive. He and his father had always made it a top priority to adhere to all health-and-safety codes, especially anything fire related, regardless of the cost or impact to the bottom line. The employees were trained on the codes and fire-suppression systems they had in place. They’d also implemented a hotline so people could anonymously report any concerns or problems. He’d already checked, and no calls had been recorded in the past couple of weeks.