The Mechanic (2 page)

Mortified, she wasn't sure what to do as he carried her out of the room and set her down on a bed. "Do you always just force women to do what you want, or am I a special case?" she asked, something telling her she really didn't want to know the answer.

A hint of a smile played at the corner of his mouth as he placed one hand on either side of her and leaned in, forcing her to lay back on the bed if she wanted any space at all. "I like to be in charge," he said, his face just inches from hers, his hard thighs pressing hers open. "And I think," he paused, staring deeply into her eyes, "that you need someone to be in charge. At least until you're feeling better." He pushed away then, and left her panting on the bed as she tried to catch her breath.

"I left some shorts and a t-shirt on the bed for you. Sorry I didn't have any ladies underwear, but you can hang yours in the bathroom to dry. I'll be back in ten minutes to check on you." His footsteps were firm on the floor as he walked out, shutting the door behind him with a click.

* * *

Alyssa stared at the ceiling after he left. If his intention had been to cool her down, he'd failed miserably. He liked to be in charge? What was that all about? Images of kinky activities she'd read about in her
special
ebook file came to mind, and her cheeks burned wondering what it would be like to actually do some of them. With Mike.

Warm moisture pooled between her legs at the thought, and she pulled the towel off, reaching down to lightly flick her clit with her fingers.
Ten minutes
, she thought as she pushed off her wet panties and freed her breasts from their wet prison. Laying back, she opened her legs and closed her eyes. In her mind she was naked too, her wrists tied and stretched overhead. Her legs were spread wide, held open by wide cuffs at her ankles locked to metal poles Mike stood in front of her, shirtless in black leather pants and bare feet. He reached out and flicked his wrist, sending the tails of a small flogger stinging across one breast, then the other. She arched forward as moisture leaked from her core, her nipples burning for more. Again the leather sang across her chest, and then not even a second later, over her swollen pussy. She moaned around the thick rope he'd used to gag her as he whipped her lower lips again. "Oh God, don't stop," she mumbled as he slipped the end of the flogger inside her wet channel, fucking her hard with the thick handle as he went down on his knees and suckled her clit.

"Yes, oh yes, Mike!" she cried as he bit down, triggering a strong orgasm that sent her whole body into convulsions. He pulled the flogger out and replaced it with his mouth, catching every bit of her juices with his tongue, until finally she settled with a long sigh. Loathe to open her eyes just yet, she stretched her arms and legs, surprised at how real the daydream had been. Her hands had been grasping the pillow over her head, and when she started to lower them, iron fingers clamped around her wrists, pinning them to the bed.

She gasped, opening her eyes to find Mike leaning over her again, those crystal blue eyes staring at her so intently she squirmed. She could smell herself on his lips, and embarrassment flooded through her as she realized it had been him all along.

"I--um..." she closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, mortified. She'd been wrong before. This was definitely worse. He leaned down, pressing his hard chest against her sensitive nipples as he spoke a low command in her ear.

"Get dressed, Alyssa. Then come downstairs."

He released her and she watched him walk out the door again, the greasy blue jumpsuit still hanging at his waist. She rolled to her side and sat up, her inner thighs still throbbing from his attention.

"Fuck."

Shaking, she pulled on the clothes he'd left for her, the shorts barely covering her ass, and the tight white tee shirt only serving to accentuate her still-aroused state. Going into his closet she found a light blue button-down shirt and pulled it on, rolling up the sleeves and tying the ends together for a more presentable look. Using the towel she fluffed her hair dry as well as she could and then hung the towel in the bathroom with her bra. She rinsed out her underwear and hung them up too, wishing she'd brought her bag with her from the car.

Finally, she faced the fact that there wasn't anything else to do. She had to face him sometime. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly and went to find her way downstairs.

Mike took a long drink of ice water from a bottle while he waited for Alyssa. It had been a long time since he'd been with a woman who seemed receptive to his need for control. He hadn't been able to resist when he'd seen Alyssa lying on the bed, her hand between her legs as she cried out his name. She'd tasted sweet when she came in his mouth, and when he'd pinned her to the bed, she hadn't struggled. She probably wasn't even aware that her hips had arched up against his when he'd told her to get dressed.

Back in high school, he hadn't been aware of his need to dominate his sexual partners. He'd known something was missing, but it had taken a wild spring break and an experienced friend to finally face the fact that his tastes were outside the scope of
normal
. His first time with a submissive had been incredibly freeing, and he'd been looking for the perfect partner ever since. Moving back west had pretty much dried up the well though, and while he occasionally brought a girl home for the night, he'd never quite found one who could understand or put up with his needs.

A creak from the hall told him Alyssa had found the stairs. She stepped tentatively through the doorway a few seconds later, a pretty blush on her cheeks and the tight loaner-clothing topped with one of his winter work shirts. Was she the one? He decided a preliminary test was in order.

"I didn't give you permission to borrow that shirt," he said, taking a sip of water. "Take it off."

She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her fingers toying with the tails that extended over her belly. "My bra is still--"

"Now." He waited, trying not to get his hopes up. If she refused, he'd fix her car and send her on her way as soon as possible. If not...

She yanked the knot out and shrugged the shirt off her shoulders, balling it up and tossing it in his face. It was all he could do not to grin like an idiot, even as a button flicked hard against his ear. He draped the material over the arm of his chair, and held up a bottle of water.

"Drink up," he said, tossing it to her. She caught it and tilted her head back for a few swallows. Mike admired the view as she stood sideways. Long, slender legs, tight little ass, curvy hip bones and a small waist made him want to pull her into his lap. Her breasts were medium sized and perky even without support, her small nipples pebbled against the restrictive cotton. A long, graceful neck and angular cheekbones were offset by that chestnut hair she'd worn long ever since he'd met her. The memory of that body splayed out naked on his bed had his cock pressing insistently against his zipper.

The bell strap on the door jingled, and Evan, his business partner came in. One look at Alyssa and he stopped cold, smiling widely. Alyssa gasped and turned toward Mike, who couldn't quite stifle a grin after all.

"Hey Mike," Evan said, coming forward to stand by Alyssa. "I picked up that car on the way back like you asked. Looks like the radiator is shot. Want me to start taking it apart?"

Mike started to nod, then shook his head instead. "Nah, I'll work on it later. We'll keep this one off the books too - it belongs to Alyssa here - a friend of mine from high school. Alyssa Peterson, meet my partner, Evan Saunders."

Alyssa reluctantly held out her hand, and to Evan's credit, he kept his eyes on her face as he shook it. "Pleasure to meet you," he said.

"Is that my car you're talking about? I could really use my suitcase..."

"We'll worry about that later," Mike said, earning a glare from his unwitting prey. "Evan, the belt replacement on the Dickerson car is almost done - would you mind finishing up for me?"

"No problem." Evan turned to Alyssa, looking her up and down. "It was nice to meet you, ma'am. I hope you'll be staying awhile?"

She shook her head. "Just until Mike--"

"She'll be staying awhile. Have dinner with us tomorrow night?"

Evan grinned. "Wouldn't miss it. See you tomorrow." He left through the door to the garage, and Alyssa clenched her fists. Mike braced himself for a tantrum.

"How dare you? I need to get out of here. I need to find a job, and get settled, and I'm already late..."

Mike stood, reaching her in two steps. He reached behind and grabbed her hair, tugging her head back so she was looking up at him. "You're not leaving without a car, and I don't see any reason to fix it just yet. I'd suggest you settle in and..." he took the half-empty bottle from her hand, and ran it across her nipples, making her flinch. "...drink some more water."

Bending down, he kissed her hard before releasing her. Satisfied with the shocked and confused look on her face, he went to deal with her suitcase.

* * *

Alyssa collapsed on the sofa, her embarrassment at being exposed to a stranger forgotten for the moment. She took the top off the bottle and drank, trying to come to grips with what had just happened. Mike had been...demanding, and instead of insisting that he fix her car so she could go home, she'd barely put up a fight. When he'd pulled her head back and basically told her he wasn't going to let her leave, she'd nearly come right then and there as he plundered her mouth.

"What is wrong with me?" she whispered, taking another sip of water. "Why did I put up with that?"

Because you liked it.

She rolled her eyes at the voice in her head, draining the last of the water and pushing herself off the couch. Spying a blue plastic barrel piled high with plastic bottles through the front window, she went through the screen door and added hers to the pile. Movement at the side of the house caught her eye, and she shaded her face with her hand to see Mike carrying her suitcase towards the barn.

She stepped off the porch into the hot, caked dirt, then jumped back up at the unexpected heat on her bare feet. "Mike! I need that! Where are you going?" He didn't even turn to look, and she clenched her fists, looking around for something to put on her feet. There was a pair of old tennis shoes by the door and she slipped them on, dragging her feet to keep them in place as she ran after him.

It was dark inside, and she stopped just inside the door to let her eyes adjust. "Mike? Where are you?"

"We're going to have to do something about this little habit you have of borrowing my things without asking," he said, his voice coming from somewhere directly in front of her. She took a step forward, then another, blinking to finally make out his shape. He was leaning against a car, one leg crossed over the other, his arms crossed over his chest. Moving closer, she could see an amused expression on his face that merely served to fuel her anger.

"Where is my stuff?" she hissed, poking his chest with one finger, even as some instinct told her it was a bad idea. "I wouldn't have to borrow your things if I had my--"

He grabbed her wrist and stepped to the side, pulling her off-balance and guiding her to forward to lay across a wide, shiny black hood. Holding her wrist at the small of her back, he brought the other one down to join it, securing them both in one of his massive hands.

"Let me up, Mike - this isn't funny!" She squirmed against his iron grip, but it only served to make her butt wiggle. An errant breeze across her buns told her the short shorts had slid up to epic levels, and her bottom was on full display. A second later, the flat of his hand came down hard on her ass, sending a resounding
crack
ringing through the building to match the sting under her skin. "Ow! What the hell?"

"You shouldn't borrow things that don't belong to you, Alyssa. Now be still and take your punishment like a good girl." He rubbed his hand over her skin, soothing for just a second before it lifted and fell again. Hard.

She shrieked, arching up as her hard nipples pressed into the cool metal below. To her chagrin, warm moisture pooled between her legs, soaking the tiny shorts as he rubbed her clit with two fingers.

"I think you like this," he said, smacking her ass again, then rubbing her clit. "I think you need this. Spread your legs for me." He thrust a foot between hers and pushed at the inside of her ankle. She opened her legs automatically, before she could consider the consequences.

Smack!

Her butt burned under his hand, but she only whimpered, raising up on her toes as he worked his finger inside of her. She was so wet, and she squirmed against his hand, urging him on. He added another digit, fucking her hard and fast with his fingers as she moaned and arched into his touch. Releasing her hands, he slapped her ass as he worked her dripping hole.