Surrender to Me (18 page)

Sensation rolled over her in a hot wave, a delicious pleasure that had her gasping. Somewhere in the back of her head, she marveled at how hot and slick she felt, but the invasion stole her breath, her thoughts.

Kata tangled her free hand through her hair, pulling her fingers through the silky mass, until she reached her breast. She cupped it, pinched her nipple, and moaned.

Her head spun. The sugary ache stretched the moment as pleasure buzzed inside her. A wave of dizziness threatened to send her tumbling deep into a chasm of need. Kata groped for the wall beside her and hung on tight as she eased her fingers deeper inside her pussy.

Hunter tensed. The way he gripped his thighs told her he was exercising superhuman restraint not to throw her to the cold tile and fuck her into next week. “Rub your clit.”

Gladly. The little knot of nerves had swollen to twice its normal size. As she withdrew her fingers and dragged them up and settled them over her clit, a new wave of tingles crashed through her. Knowing that Hunter’s eyes were on her made Kata shudder, gasp. Normally with self-pleasure, it took at least ten minutes to orgasm. Now, after the barest of touches, she felt a heartbeat away from an explosion that would flatten her.

Kata’s fingers shook as she dragged in a shuddering breath. So damn close. Oh God . . . One more good swipe would do it. Her knees were unstable beneath her, and her heartbeat roared in her ears. She anticipated this orgasm like crazy.
Needed
it.

“Stop.” Hunter pulled her hand away from her pussy, then moved behind her, until he pinned her wrist at the small of her back.

“Damn it, no!” she groaned.

He said nothing, merely grabbed her other hand, then held both together behind her in an unyielding grip that aroused her even more.

Her breathing accelerated. Even without the stimulation to her clit, she still felt a split second from orgasm. And the heat of his body blanketing her back, his free hand moving her long hair off her neck, just before he kissed his way across her sensitive skin . . . Kata shuddered, her senses on overload.

“Please . . .” God, she hated herself for begging, but she couldn’t stop it.

He edged to her side, caressed his way down her spine, rough fingertips sliding over her skin. She trembled, arched into his touch.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.

Hunter made her feel that way, like a goddess. She loved the way he seemed crazy with desire for her.

Suddenly, his touch disappeared. Kata held her breath, expectation thrumming through her. Then
thwack
! He struck her ass with a solid palm.

She yelped. “What the hell are you doing?”

“I promised to punish you, so I am,” he growled.

Fire began to crawl across the right cheek of her ass, stunning Kata mute. Only the rhythm of Hunter’s hot breaths on her shoulder and his grip on her wrists told her that he remained behind her. Then he slapped her left cheek with equal force.

He repeated the process again. Then again.

Her rear began to throb, become a luscious starburst of sensation. That ache joined the one behind her clit. Need escalated. Her heart slammed into her ribs. Her knees buckled.

Hunter hooked an arm around her waist to hold her upright, his fingers hovering over her pussy. Kata sucked in a breath in anticipation, but he didn’t touch her, leaving her to dangle at the edge of overwhelming need.

She whimpered. “Oh, God. Please . . .”

“Why should I reward your disobedience by giving you an orgasm?”

“I need it,” Kata admitted with a moan.

“I needed you to strip, and you refused me.”

“You
ordered
me.”

Hunter’s fingertips drifted down, rubbing light, lazy circles over the hood of her clit, the pressure too light and scattered to do anything but drive her up higher. Kata fisted her hands, trying to thrust her hips against his fingers, praying he’d rub her right into oblivion. But he clutched her hip tightly, controlling her every move.

“As I will again and again. Learn to take direction, and you’ll find I can be very generous. If not . . .”

He let the implication sink in.

Damn him! He might have her in this moment. No way she was going to comply with him twenty-four/seven. She fully intended to repay Hunter for this. Then he could go to hell.

“Stay here,” he barked. “Do
not
move.”

Kata tensed at his order, spitting mad and scared. She itched to rebel, find some way to have him eating out of the palm of her hand. But if she tried, he’d only withhold orgasm again. And right now, she needed so badly what only he could give her. “I won’t.”

“Answer me properly with a ‘Yes, Sir.’”

Sir?
No way . . . That rubbed her independent streak raw. Seriously, payback was going to be a bitch.

Silent moments stretched on, and her body ached, screamed for the release she knew he wouldn’t give her until she cooperated.

Squeezing her eyes shut, she finally choked out, “Yes, Sir.”

“That was slow, and it lacked sincerity, but I’ll let it pass tonight.” He released her wrists. “Turn and face the shower. Brace your hands on the wall in front of you. Spread your legs wider.”

Kata froze, her mind racing. Then slowly, she turned, glancing over her shoulder at Hunter.

He shook his head. “Eyes forward.”

What the hell did he have planned? He’d reveal it in time, but if she questioned him now, no doubt he’d just keep withholding this orgasm. The thought made her chest tighten, a sob rise up.

Resolutely, she looked at the wall, pressed her lips together, and waited.

“Good. That’s progress,” he praised as he cupped her breast, thumb brushing her aching, beaded nipple.

She swallowed a gasp. God, every nerve ending was on fire. When his hand skated down her rib cage, her waist, her hip, her butt, she held her breath, so full of need. Then his other hand joined, and he spread her cheeks slightly. She tensed.

“You’ve never had anal sex?”

“N-no.” She’d never wanted it. But with Hunter, it sounded so hot and forbidden. Sexy as hell.

He traced a finger from the small of her back, down through the hidden crevice, lingering over her back passage. “When the time comes, I’ll be gentle. But you’ll take me here.”

His fingertip teased the little opening, and tingles skittered through her. She gasped. Oh damn . . . The thought of his cock in her ass scared the hell out of her—and yet she was desperate to know what it would be like, if Hunter taking her that way would make her feel utterly dominated. Suddenly, Kata craved that in a way that haunted her.

“Such beauty . . . and reluctant obedience.” He caressed the curve of her waist again, his lips drifting across her shoulder—and his naked body pressed to her back, hard cock nestled against her ass. When had he undressed? “We’ll work on that.”

Her pulse jumped, and Kata was so ready for anything—everything—Hunter wanted to give her—as long as he let her come.

“Please . . .” She wiggled against him, pleading again.

She heard a tear, a crinkle. Thank God Hunter was donning a condom. Her entire body clenched in anticipation.

Hunter found her opening in the center of the slick folds of her pussy. He pressed the tip in—and paused.

“Don’t come until I give you permission. Are we clear?”

In the past few moments, she’d regained a little control, not quite as high with need. But Kata had no illusions; he could push her to the edge again quickly and leave her hanging. It seemed she’d been achy and desperate for hours, though it had probably been ten minutes. He could likely make it seem like days if he wanted. Why take the risk that he’d deprive her?

Giving in both scared and thrilled her. “Yes, Sir.”

“Your obedience goes straight to my cock, honey.” He pressed his solid chest over her back and nuzzled her neck with soft kisses. “Hmm. I could get used to this.”

She could, too. That’s what scared her to death. But she was too high on need to think about it now.

His hands scooped up her breasts, fingers pinching her nipples until the edge of pain had her gasping and her pussy creaming anew. The need to orgasm rose once more, now screaming through her body.

Hunter grabbed her hips and slammed deep inside her in one savage thrust. “Fuck, yes!”

Kata cried out as pleasure-pain ripped through her. God, he was huge. She rose on her toes to put more space between them as she tried to adjust, but he still pressed inward, deeper and deeper. She hissed, trying to accommodate his girth, take the avalanche of sensation burying her. Climax loomed . . . but she needed just a bit more.

“Hunter, please . . . Fuck me,” she cried out.

“I will, until you’ve screamed your throat raw,” he vowed. “Once you’ve done what I asked, when I ask it.”

Chapter Nine

U
NDER him, Kata stiffened. No surprise, since he’d intentionally pushed her.

Hunter grabbed her hips and waited. His little spitfire wanted to give in—he could feel her need—but that independent mind of hers, riddled with whatever scars she carried, kept asserting itself, shutting off trust before she could truly grant it. He understood; she was having difficulty reconciling what she wanted with what she thought she
should
want. Hunter planned to get to the bottom of that contradiction ASAP.

“Damn it, don’t keep doing this to me. Put up or shut up.” She wriggled her ass, not in invitation but in challenge. “Sir.”

So, she sought to lure him past his control and entice him to fuck her on her terms? Not happening, but damn if giving in and unleashing the full force of his lust on her wasn’t tempting.

Immediately, he clamped down on the thought, ceased all movement, then whispered in her ear, “We can do this the easy way. You can be soft and submissive under me, and I’ll make it worth your while. Or we can do this the hard way. I’ll withdraw and tie you to the bed, and jack you up every hour on the hour, withholding your orgasm until I get my point across. But that’s not what I want, honey.”

He stroked down her abdomen . . . and lower, into the damp curls, grazing over her clit. She mewled. Her pussy tightened on his cock, and Hunter swore. His vicious need for her had sweat beading at his temples, all over his back. Hot blood scalded his veins. He fucking ached to pound Kata to their mutual satisfaction, but establishing control first was nonnegotiable. Once she submitted, they’d both be happier. Proving that to her was going to be a bitch.

“Damn it! Can’t you just . . .” Whimpering, she thrust back on him, shoving him even deeper in her tight, silken clasp.

Only by literally biting his tongue did Hunter hold in a groan. Letting her know how good she felt, despite her disobedience, would only encourage her. “Don’t push me.”

“Or what?” Her voice was breathy, a heady combination of trepidation and demand, as she curled her hand around his neck, leaned back, and tugged his lips toward hers.

Hunter turned his head, refused her kiss. He’d answered her question, but she still tested him, trying in her way to top from the bottom. He wouldn’t have it. “Spread your legs wider.”

A long heartbeat passed before she complied. He breathed out, partially in relief, partially because the sight of her offering her body to him was flat-out one of the sexiest sights ever.

“Hold still. Don’t move your hands. You may moan and scream my name, nothing else.”

“I don’t like your orders, damn it,” she panted.

“I don’t like your defiance. Final warning.”

He held very still inside the hot grip of her cunt, dying to ease back, then slide deep, find that one spot that would send her reeling just for the sublime joy of hearing her shout his name. But he was prepared to punish her again if she disobeyed. She’d more than earned it. He was giving her a lot of latitude because she’d never submitted, and the last twenty-four hours would have exhausted even the hardiest of souls. He’d be lying, though, if he said the ecstasy boiling in his balls and clawing up his cock wasn’t strangling his good intentions.

She shuddered, hesitated. Then, finally, she nodded.

“Good. Bow your head.”

If she refused, he’d already spelled out the
or else.

“Bow my—” She sucked in a breath and tossed back her head, dark hair spilling all down her back. “No. I’ve given some, but that? I won’t relinquish that much. I can’t . . . be subservient.”

Fuck
. Slowly, he withdrew from her pussy.

“No!” She thrust back, fighting to keep him deep inside her. “Hunter.”

Turning down that temptation almost killed him. He wanted to work deep inside her again, his balls pressed right to her wet pussy, tangle his fingers in the silky mass, inhale her scent as he listened to her whimpers become screams. But he didn’t. Instead, Hunter fought for control as he brushed his knuckles over her clit in a soft, hypnotic slide. He pressed his dick against her ass, grinding.

Kata glared at him over her shoulder, defiant.

Hunter lifted his fingers from her clit, stepped back, and crossed his arms over his chest. No matter how much his cock ached, he wasn’t backing down. Her eyes simmered with fury, her lips pursed as if she was dying to spit acid at him. He braced for a long night.

“Apparently we’re going to do this the hard way.” Hunter shook his head and, in one quick stroke, tore off the condom.
Damn it to hell.

She stood straight, her back stiffening. Eyes narrowed, she whirled to face him. He forced himself not to look at her heavy breasts, rosy brown nipples, and her traffic-stopping curves. Distraction now would only be detrimental.

“Bowing my head, are you serious? Why can’t sex be equitable? Why can’t we discuss what we both want, then do it together?”

Because she wanted his dominance as much as he wanted to give it to her. Her wet pussy proved that. She couldn’t be satisfied until she submitted. Still, he never wanted her to think that he wasn’t listening or didn’t care for her needs.

“What did you have in mind?”

“First, sleep. I’m exhausted.”

“If you could have simply complied with my commands—”