The Exposure (10 page)

“No.”

“You don't want a robe?”

She turned to face him. The moon had slipped behind a tree; it was hard to make him out. “I don't want to get dressed.”

“Meagan?”

She wasn't sure she'd heard him so unsure before. “Come to me, Luke.”

He struggled; she could sense it from where she stood. The man versus the gentleman. The Dom versus the professional photographer.

“You've put the camera down,” she told him. “It's just us. Meagan and Luke.”

Part of her knew she shouldn't tempt him. It was too similar to what they'd done before. But she was older now and wouldn't let her emotions get involved this time. She was a grown woman, not a girl. She took what she wanted and tonight, she wanted Luke.

“Just for tonight,” she whispered. “Tomorrow we can go back to being working partners. Tonight we're just two people who want each other and are finally doing something about it.” She tilted her head. “You do want me, don't you?”

He didn't answer, but crossed the distance between them with quick steps until he stood before her. There was just enough light for her to make out the desire in his eyes. “Hell, yes, I want you.”

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“Nothing.” He framed her face. “I'm not waiting for anything.”

He kissed her and it all came back to her with the touch of his lips. His taste. His commanding presence. His artistry. They were all present in his kiss and though she remembered them, she didn't recall them being exactly like this. So overwhelming. So completely intoxicating. Surely, it wasn't this good before.

He lifted his head, just long enough to murmur against her skin. “I don't think I could have waited another day without having you.” He licked her neck. “Your taste. I've never forgotten. So damn good.”

She hummed in pleasure as his lips trailed across her collarbone and his hands dipped low to rest right above her ass. He
pulled her close, pressing hard against her and leaving no doubt in her mind that he wanted her.

“Feel what you do to me?” he asked in a growl. “What watching you in the moonlight did to me?”

Feeling inspired, she pushed on his shoulders and he took a step backward in surprise. “What the hell, Meagan?”

She slowly rocked. Swayed back and forth. Dancing for him. “You like watching me in the moonlight?”

“God, yes.”

She ran her hands over her hips. Cupped her breasts. “Like what you see?”

“I'll tell you what,” he said, and the smirk on his face was evident in his tone. “You can do what you like out here, but once we cross that threshold, you do what I say.”

She was still moving seductively when she replied. “What if I don't want to go inside?”

“I'm not fucking you outside.”

“Why not? Afraid of what will happen if I take charge? Afraid you'll like it?”

“Nope. I'm afraid of bears. Afraid they'll come up on me unaware and maul me to death when I'm deep inside you.”

She laughed. “But what a way to go.”

“You plan on spending your entire time talking?”

“Bossy. Bossy. Bossy.” She stopped dancing and placed her hands on his shoulders. “I think I'll start by undressing you. See what you have underneath all those clothes.”

“You've seen it.”

“It felt bigger when it was pressed up against me just a few minutes ago.”

He chuckled. “I'm yours for the next ten minutes.”

“What happens after ten minutes?”

“Then it's my turn.”

She didn't waste any more time. With quick fingers, she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. He was magnificent with his shirt off. “All those clothes hide a damn fine body. You work out.”

It wasn't a question, but he answered it anyway. “Almost every day.”

She ran an appreciative hand over his biceps. “Push-ups?”

“Yes. So I have complete control over my body when I have you underneath me. Your legs spread to give me access. Your pussy wet and ready. Your breasts pebbled and waiting for my mouth.”

“All that from push-ups?”

“Perhaps I'd better show you.”

“Not yet. I still have ten minutes.”

“Now. I'm not waiting ten
minutes.”

“D
amn,” Meagan said. “You're still bossy.”

Luke swallowed his laugh. “And you still like it.”

“I'll go inside on one condition.”

“Negotiating, are you?”

“How badly do you want inside?”

He dragged a finger down her belly, stopping right above the apex of her legs. “I want inside so, so bad.”

To her credit, she didn't bat his hand away or try to get him to move it lower. “Then you have to agree you owe me ten minutes. To be collected at the time of my choosing.”

“Deal. Now inside.”

“Where do you want me?”

The correct question was where didn't he want her because he wanted her everywhere. “We'll start traditionally. In the bedroom.”

“On the bed?”

“Not that traditional. I want you bending over the bed.”

She sighed. “I didn't even get to take your pants off.”

“Inside. Now. Not another word.”

“You said I could do what I wanted out here.”

Oh yes, she was going to be fun. He loved a submissive with sass. “That was ten words. You get ten spanks. I suggest you be quiet and go wait for me like I asked.”

She turned and headed toward the house, but he heard her mutter, “Dominants.”

“That's eleven.” He laughed as she scurried inside.

He followed right on her heels, afraid if he didn't, he'd change his mind and he didn't want to change his mind. He was doing exactly what he'd done years before and he'd broken her heart then. But this was different, wasn't it? She'd insisted it was only for tonight and he believed her. After all, no matter how much he wanted a relationship with her, he wasn't even sure she liked him most of the time. He was a handy scratch for her itch tonight. No need to overanalyze it.

He stepped into his room, saw her waiting for him, exactly like he asked, and his ability to analyze anything left him. He'd seen her naked at the club and even minutes ago in the moonlight. But damn. Seeing her in his room, bent over his bed, at his command, left him breathless.

She didn't move a muscle as he approached her. Didn't react in any way when he lightly ran his hand across her ass. It occurred to him at that moment, the last time they'd been together, she was new in her submissive journey and he'd never observed her in a scene. This experienced submissive Meagan was a new person altogether.

He couldn't wait to get to know her.

“Very nice,” he said, giving the flesh of her backside a squeeze.
Just because he wanted to. “I owe you eleven spanks and I'm going to round it up to an even twelve. But because you followed my commands so well once you made it inside, I'll let you pick the implement.”

“If it pleases you, Sir, I'd prefer no implement. I'd prefer you use your hand.”

He couldn't hide the shock in his voice. “Why is that?”

“Because I like the feel of your hands on me, Sir.”

He'd be more than a fool to turn her down. He'd be a crazy-ass fool.

“That would please me very much. My hands like being on you.” He moved into position behind her. “No need to count.”

Instead of starting right away, he slid a finger between her legs. Damn, she was soaked. “Someone really likes my hands on her.”

To keep her on the edge, he decided to tease her a bit more. “I'm trying to decide how I'll spank you. Slow and methodical, so you feel every swat? Or hard and fast, so I take your breath away? Do I slowly turn your ass pink or do I master your flesh at one time and really show it who's boss?”

Her legs started to tremble, just a bit. “You're thinking about it now, aren't you? Wondering what I'll do. How I'll do it. You're imagining both scenarios, trying to decide which one you want. I tell you what. I'm feeling extraordinarily generous tonight, so I'm going to let you decide. Either I spank you slow and fuck you fast or I spank you fast and fuck you slow. Your decision. And you have five seconds to decide and if you don't, you get all spank and no fuck.”

He'd barely got the words out before she was answering. “Fast spank. Slow fuck, Sir.”

So as not to disappoint, he moved quickly. Not even giving
her a chance to take a breath before he rained twelve of his hardest on her pale backside. After each one, she gave a gasp of pain/pleasure that made him so hard, he feared he'd come before they even started.

“Holy fuck,” she gasped when he'd finished. Her ass was a flaming red, and his hand felt sore.

“That's holy fuck,
Sir
.” He gave her one last stinging slap, this time on her exposed pussy, and was rewarded with a desire-filled moan.

“Holy fuck, Sir.”

“That's better. Now on your knees before me.” He waited until she'd moved into position before continuing. “You wanted to take my pants off earlier. I'm going to let you do it now. Then you're going to thank me for your spanking by sucking my cock. I hope you know how to deep-throat because I want that mouth open and your throat taking every damn inch of my dick.”

She moved quickly and without hesitation until she'd stripped him and saw the size of his erection. Then her eyes betrayed her and he sensed uncertainty in her for the first time.

He gave himself a tug. “All for you, sweetheart. Open wide and thank me for that sore ass.”

She placed her hands on his thighs and opened her mouth.

“I'll let you do it at your pace, but we're not moving on until you've taken it all. And if you stop, I'm taking the lead and I won't be slow or gentle.”

She took her time, but to her credit, she didn't stop. He found himself unable to look away from the sight of her taking his dick in her mouth. He reached the back of her throat and when she relaxed, he slipped all the way inside.

“Damn. You took all of me, just like I asked. Feels so good, I'm tempted to throat-fuck you. The only thing is that sweet
pussy has been teasing me all night and I can't wait to bury myself to the hilt inside.”

He reached down, grabbed a fistful of blond hair, and pulled her head up so she had no choice but to look him in the eye. “Like the feel of my dick in your mouth? Are you imagining how it's going to feel once I get it inside another part of your body?”

She nodded around his cock. He lightly slapped her cheek before slipping out of her. “Back on the bed. How flexible are you?”

“I'm not Gumby, but I'm not a lightweight either, Sir.”

“Good enough. On your stomach. Knees near the edge and I want you to reach behind your back to grab your ankles.”

In that position, she'd be completely spread for him with the added benefit of giving him the ability to use her arms for leverage. He waited, even after she'd arranged herself the way he asked, so she could sense her vulnerability. She needed his touch; her body trembled with pent-up desire. And though he wanted nothing more than to thrust into her and take them both to completion, it'd been too long to rush.

So against his own urges, he simply stroked her legs. The soft skin of the inside. The sensitive area at the juncture of her thighs. Then, with the lightest touch possible, he brushed her clit.

“Oh, God. Please, Sir!”

“Please, Sir, what?”

“Please, Sir, do something.”

He gave her clit another barely there brush. “Isn't this something?”

“I meant something . . . more.”

“Something more?” He slapped her ass. “I think you've been playing Top so much you've forgotten who's in charge tonight. Try to Top from the bottom one more time and all you'll do is watch me get myself off.”

She mumbled something.

“What was that?”

“Sir. Yes, Sir.”

Right.
Like he bought that. He spanked her again. “I don't believe for a minute that's what you said, but as long as you understand the consequences, I'll let it go.”

She wisely didn't say anything further. He blew on the reddened skin of her ass, making her shiver, and it struck him that while he liked her in this position, he didn't want to take her like this the first time. For damn sure if they had only the one night, he would take her more than once.

“Flip over onto your back,” he said. He wanted to see her face as he possessed her. More than that, he wanted her to see his. There was no way he could change the past, but perhaps it would ease her mind about the present if she saw what she did to him.

She turned quickly and raked her eyes over his body, a faint smile playing on her lips. He was pleased to find her looking at him. All in all, it seemed only fair; he'd certainly looked his share at her.

“Like what you see?” he couldn't help but ask.

“Yes, Sir,” she replied, shocking him with her honesty. “Very much so.”

“That makes two of us. Every inch of you is fucking beautiful.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He wanted to tell her she was more beautiful now than she was all those years ago, but didn't, thinking it would probably not be in his best interest to bring up the past. Focus on the present, he told himself. The past was unchangeable, the future uncertain. All he had control over at the moment was now and he was going to make the most of it.

“You ready for me?” he asked, rolling on a condom. “Ready for me to fuck you—how did you pick? Slow?”

“So ready, Sir.”

“Open your legs for me.”

He moved between her thighs as she dropped them open. She held her breath waiting for his first penetration, but he didn't appease her. Instead he slapped her clit with his cock.

“You look so damn fuckable. Your legs spread. Your pussy glistening. Your clit aching to be touched.”

She gritted her teeth and hissed as his cock struck that spot again.

“I bet I could get you off like this.”

“I bet you could too, Sir.” She arched her back against the continuing torment of her sensitive flesh.

“Maybe we'll try that later. We agreed to one night, but you'd better believe I'm going to ensure it's a night you won't soon forget. In fact, I hope you don't have plans for tomorrow, because I'm going to take all damn night. By morning you won't know your own name, but your body won't forget mine.”

To prove his point, he shifted his hips and entered her with one long, slow thrust.

Her eyes fluttered. “Oh my God. Did you get bigger?”

It was so unexpected, he chuckled. “Not that I'm aware of.”

He withdrew and started a torment-inducing rhythm with his hips. At least it was torment inducing for him. He should have thought through giving her a choice in how he took her. Though from the way she kept lifting her hips, trying to draw him closer, she was second-guessing her decision as well.

“Ah, yes,” he lied. “I could do this all night.”

She whimpered.

“You feel incredible. So hot and tight, and”—he punctuated his words with a hard thrust—“good.”

He started moving just a touch faster. “Wrap your legs around
my waist.” He needed to feel her wrapped around his body. He loved the feel of her wrapped more intimately around him.

No sooner did he feel her heels on his butt than he knew he'd made a mistake. With each thrust into her, her legs tightened around him, urging him onward, pleading silently for him to take her faster.

He moved within her a few more times before he gave in to the need his body screamed for.

“Fuck slow.”

“Oh, hell, yes,” she said, as he drove into her harder and faster. Allowing them both to move toward what they needed. “Sir.”

He slipped a hand between their bodies. He'd never come first before in his life, but if she didn't catch up to him soon, he was going to break that record.

“How close?” he asked.

“Very, Sir.”

He stroked her clit. “Let it go.”

She didn't give a verbal answer, but nodded and closed her eyes. A few more thrusts and her body spasmed around him. Normally, he'd have given her a second orgasm before allowing himself to take his own pleasure. But he knew he'd never be able to last that long. It was a miracle he'd lasted as long as he had.

He managed to slow his thrusts down, drawing out every sigh, whimper, and moan she had before his own climax crashed over him, drowning out her sounds of pleasure with his.

*   *   *

M
eagan wasn't sure she could work up enough energy to move. Though, all things considered, if she never moved again, she probably wouldn't find it in herself to complain. Holy shit. She didn't remember sex with Luke being that good.

Granted, she recalled it had been pretty awesome, but there was no way it was THAT awesome.

“I'm crushing you,” he said, shifting away from her.

Was he? She didn't care. In fact, she rather liked the feel of his weight on her. Odd, she normally didn't. She didn't want him to move too far away, so she found the strength to keep a hand on his shoulder.

His hard, slick-with-sweat-from-fucking-you shoulder. Just remembering the way he looked above her, his muscles flexing as he pounded into her . . .

Fuck.

She wanted him again.

And that was A Very Bad Sign for a number of reasons, beginning with the fact that they were working together professionally. They had been down this road before. It didn't end well.

Her body went cold as the second reason came to her.

Taskmaster.

Damn it all to hell and back. She hadn't even thought of the blackmailer all night. Why did he have to jump straight to her head after such an amazing time with Luke?

Because anyone who knew what was going on would assume she'd just slept with Luke to get close to him. She knew that's the way she'd look at her current situation. And she didn't even want to think about what Luke would say. Whatever happened, she'd just have to make sure he never found out.