Forbidden Fantasies (8 page)

“If you like, we could join a group session,” Alex teased, reaching out to twirl a lock of Jess’s hair around his finger. He wound it tighter, pulling her closer. “Maybe with that couple downstairs.”

Jessica’s heart nearly stopped, and she felt the flush of red move from her toes to her face.

“Then again, maybe not,” he murmured, pulling her so close she saw the flecks of green in his eyes. Eyes that turned even greener as she went with the motion, enjoying the slight pain of the tug. She liked it, and thanks to Alex, she decided to believe there was nothing wrong with her desires.

“Maybe next time,” she countered with a smile meant to tease.

“Jessica Marie Meyers, I am shocked,” No, Alex didn’t look shocked at all. Aroused. Intrigued. Charmed. But definitely
not
shocked. “You should be punished for your wicked, wicked thoughts.”

Her inner wanton broke free. “Oh, I hope so.”

Alex’s eyes burned with amusement and lust. “Later. Right now, I have other plans for you. C’mere.” He stood and held out his hand, drawing her to her feet. “How does a hot shower sound?”

Jess swallowed the slight pang of disappointment his words brought. “Good,” she answered, hiding her feelings as best she could. Obviously, it didn’t work.

“Liar,” he laughed softly. “But trust me. You
won’t
be disappointed, if it’s as extravagant as Marcus said.” He whistled as he stepped into the large bathroom. “Jesus.”

“Oh, wow,” Jess whispered as she got an eyeful of a glass-enclosed shower stall with eight shower heads at various levels, a spa tub and marble countertops and floors. Live green plants intermixed with white candles on every flat surface. The whole thing combined to create a sensual retreat. “Can we do this to our bathroom? Please?”

Alex snorted. “On a cop’s salary? I don’t think so, sweetheart. Not unless I go on the take. Would be nice, though.” His eyes roamed the room and came back to her. “Now,” he said, the huskiness in his voice making a liar out of the stern look on his face. “About that punishment.”

Her heart skipped a beat. Or ten.

He turned her so she faced the counter, and met her eyes in the mirror. “Stand with your feet shoulder width apart. Bend over and put your hands flat against the counter. I want to see that pretty ass waiting for my touch. But whatever you do, don’t take your eyes off mine.”

Jess shivered at Alex’s words. Dear God, this was really going to happen. Without breaking their eye contact, she spread her legs, leaned forward and put her hands on the cold marble. The position made her feel vulnerable, and she loved it.

Alex broke eye contact for a minute and sucked in a harsh breath. “Shit, Jess. Do you have any idea what it does to me, watching you do what I tell you to do? Seeing how wet you are, just waiting for my next move? I’ll tell you what it does. It makes my cock hard as steel.”

Jess’s eyes broke from Alex’s as she tried to see what he described. He stroked his cock once, twice, and Jess wished it was her hand. Then she remembered the rules, but before she could shift her eyes back, Alex’s hand landed on her bare bottom with a loud
thwack
. She gasped at the sting, but didn’t get a chance to process it before Alex spanked her again, this time on the other cheek. By the time he hit her for the third time, the slight pain turned to raw pleasure that made her senses reel. She locked eyes with him again and began to beg, not caring how it sounded. “Oh, God. Do that again.”

Alex’s eyes flared brightly and he spanked her four times in rapid succession.

Her knees nearly buckled under her. “It feels so good,” she moaned. “Whenever I read a scene where the man spanks the woman, I wondered how it felt. When we made love and you came into me from behind, and your body hit mine, I fantasized you were spanking me. But I never imagined it would feel
this
good for real.”

He turned her around quickly and devoured her mouth, swallowing her cries as her now-sensitive skin made contact with the cold marble. “Jesus, Jess. I want you so bad, it hurts. But I’m not done with your punishment yet. You broke eye contact with me when I told you not to. So now, you need to wait. First, we’ll get that shower we both need.”

Jess wanted to scream in frustration, but she was the one who’d asked him to play this game. When he stepped away from her to turn on the shower, she dropped to her knees and bowed her head. “Yes, sir.”

He whirled back around and cursed. “You’re going to kill me, I swear.” He fisted a hand in her hair and drew her head back. “Open,” he demanded, guiding his penis to her lips. “Take all of me. Keep your hands behind your back and lean on your heels so you can feel the burn from my hand.”

Oh, Jess loved this part, she did. She opened wide, using her tongue to lick his length before taking him inside. She sat back on her heels, gasping as they pushed against her tender rear. Alex took that opportunity to plunge inside her mouth, deeper than he ever had before. He’d always held part of himself back, but not tonight. She gagged once, but he changed the angle and slid deep. It didn’t take long before she felt him harden even more, as he always did before he came. Instead of finishing in her mouth, though, he withdrew, covering her breasts with his come.

Alex’s body was still shaking with release when rebellion rose in Jessica’s eyes, and she brought her hands forward to her lap. Oh, she wasn’t getting off
that
easy.

“No way, naughty girl. Into the shower with you,” he ordered, his voice still uneven. He held out his hand and helped her to her feet. When they got into the shower, Alex noticed handles hanging from the ceiling.
Sweet
. “Grab hold of those, and don’t move.”

Jess’s eyes darted upward and widened. “Unbelievable,” she muttered, but she did as he told her to.

She still had enough slack that her elbows were bent, and Alex thought for a moment. He put his hands on her waist to steady her, and kicked her feet wide, as if he were frisking a suspect. Sometimes, cop know-how came in really handy. He looked at her arms again, and nodded. “Perfect. Now, don’t move. And no talking unless I ask you a question.” He smiled at Jess’s raised eyebrow. “Hey. You’re the one who put me in charge.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was as into this as he was. Her chest rose and fell with each raspy breath she took.

He picked up the hand-held showerhead and got Jess wet, letting a gentle stream of water trail down her belly and between her legs. Enough to torture, not enough to give her the release she so obviously wanted. She moaned, but didn’t speak. He filled his hand with liquid soap, and rinsed every square inch of Jess’s delectable body, paying special attention to her tight nipples. He pinched them, and she moaned again. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

“God, yes,” she panted. “More.”

He pinched harder, then slid his soapy hands from her breasts and over her stomach, skipping the curls covering the sweetest part of her body. He washed her legs, and then moved behind her and washed her back.

Just thinking about what he was going to do made his cock jerk. He took some more soap, lathered his hands and sank to his knees. “No moving,” he reminded her as he rubbed large circles over her still-red ass cheeks. He’d never thought he’d get off on hitting a woman, but Jess had been right. She’d been so aroused by it that he’d been aroused too. To hear his wife beg for more, and to tell him how she’d fantasized? God. He’d nearly come then and there.

He cupped one hand over her mound from behind, and slid his hand and fingers through slick heat that nearly scorched him. When he pushed two fingers in her pussy, she moaned again. Her body trembled, obviously on the edge of coming. But he didn’t want her to come yet, so he stopped.

Jess’s head fell forward, and she growled. But that growl turned into a long, needy moan when Alex slid his soap-covered finger down the crack of her ass, playing with the tight bud of her hole. His finger slid easily past the muscle, in and out, and moments later he added another. Jess breathed hard, and her legs trembled, but she didn’t protest, and she didn’t cry out in pain.

Alex’s pulse thundered through his body, but his head was clear. He was aroused but in control. He could take his time and make it good for her. It was time for Jess’s biggest fantasy to come true. He slid his fingers free, kissing her hip as she cried out in dismay.

“Shh,” he murmured. “We’re not done yet. But let’s move this to the bedroom.”

She was quiet as he toweled her off, and he worried he’d overstepped the boundaries, until he realized she was still following his orders. That was a heady thought, and it punched his gut with satisfaction. He hung up the towel, took her hand and led her back to the bedroom.

Jessica was one giant bundle of need wrapped up in sensitive nerve endings that covered her entire body. Even her hair seemed sensitized. If Alex didn’t let her come soon, she was going to take the reins back, tie him to the bed and take care of things herself.

Alex drew her to the bed and pulled back the covers. “Lie down on your side, facing the mirror.” He placed a fat pillow under her head. “And keep your eyes open.”

The bed was angled so she could she could see everything, including the wetness coating her thighs, moisture that came not from the shower but from Alex’s dominant words and actions. He climbed into bed behind her, gripped her hips and drew her back, until her body enveloped his erection. This was good—really good—but she wanted so much more tonight. God, she wanted more.

Her brain prodded her with Alex’s words from earlier that evening, and she took them to heart. In spite of the fact that she was breaking the no-talking rule, the words tumbled from her mouth. “Please, Alex. This isn’t what I want.”

He froze, as if he weren’t sure what she meant, and withdrew. In the mirror, she saw the confusion on his face ease. “I know, love. You don’t want me in your pussy. You want me to fuck your ass.” She jerked at the bald words, and again when he leaned up and lightly nipped her shoulder. “I’ll let you slide on the no talking rule for this one. In fact, I’m changing the rules. Talk all you want. I want to hear every thought in your head, every fantasy you’ve ever had.”

Jess met his eyes in the mirror, saw the truth in them. He did want that. Could she possibly love Alex any more right this minute? She didn’t think so. She laid her head down on her arm, swallowing the lump in her throat.

She heard a small click and smelled the scent of strawberries. Then she felt Alex’s hand between her legs, probing at her anus. She relaxed, pushing against his hand until his finger eased inside. It burned, but oh, it felt good.

“So full, and warm,” she whispered. “Give me more.” He lifted her leg, bending her knee, giving him greater access to her body, replacing one slick finger with two. “It feels different, but so good.” She moved back against his hand. When he twisted his fingers, she gasped. “Oh.”

He played with her that way for a while, gently, slowly, allowing her body the chance to adjust. But she was greedy, and she wanted more. “Now, Alex. I’m ready.”

“Tell me what you want. Tell me what you’re thinking.” He moved his hand faster, deeper, and she moaned at the increased sensations flooding her body and muddling her head.

“I
can’t
think when you do that,” she admitted, her voice shaking and her body trembling on the edge of something new. “But I want your cock in my ass.” The words felt awkward on her tongue, but freeing, too, so she said it again, her voice stronger this time. “Fuck my ass, Alex. Please.”

He rubbed his cock, already slick with lube, against the ring of muscle he’d loosened with his fingers. She panicked, her heart threatening to explode in her chest.
What the hell was I thinking?
He was big, much bigger than his fingers. He pushed, the head of his cock stretching her, wider than she’d ever been stretched. It hurt, and she whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut.

Alex froze. “You okay?” he asked, his voice tight with tension. “Jesus, you’re so tight. It feels like heaven.”

“Just go slow,” she said shakily. “But please don’t stop.”

His fingers tightened on her leg, and he moved in small thrusts, giving her a chance to get used to the feeling. She was sweating, but the pain of this first time was easing. She’d never felt so full before, and she nearly wept with relief. But, God, she needed more. “Come inside me all the way,” she begged.

He swore, and then with one long, steady thrust, she felt him sink deep. “Oh,” she cried, unable to hold back the tears. “So good. So good.”

Alex wrapped his hand around her leg and drew it up. “Look,” he ordered, his voice thick with emotion. “Look at us. I’m buried balls deep in your ass, Jessica. You’re so hot, so tight, I could come from this alone.”

Jess forced her eyes open and nearly came herself from the look of pure bliss on Alex’s face as he stared at the way they were joined. Her mind was a jumble of thoughts, but that one stood out over all of them. Right now, at this time, there wasn’t a single way he could be faking how he felt about what they were doing. He really was okay with it.

Then he moved, and all thoughts fled.

Nothing was left but feeling as Alex stroked in and nearly all the way out, slowly, as if he had the rest of his life to do nothing but please her. His harsh breathing puffed against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine, making her toes curl. He slid the hand that held her knee to the juncture of her thighs, and when he rubbed her clit, she couldn’t hold back the moan.

“Oh, Alex.”

He laughed, but there was a rough, aroused edge to it. “Feel good?”

“Feels great,” she breathed.

“Let’s see if this feels even better.” He dropped her leg and guided her onto her knees, never breaking contact with her body.

Jess grabbed the pillow and tucked it under her chest, resting her head on her arms. She watched in the mirror as Alex slid out of her body, his cock glistening with lube. When he leaned over her back and pressed kisses down her spine, she shivered again. Alex was watching in the mirror, too, and she winked then, giving him a saucy, if shaky, smile.

“What are you waiting for?” she baited him, loving the way his eyes darkened.

It was his turn to grin when he grasped her hips—hard enough to make her bite her lip, but oh so good—and thrust into her, much deeper than he’d been able to when they lay on their sides.