Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Unleashed #1-4; Beg for It #1) (23 page)

“Go stand behind the
couch,” he ordered, his dark eyes intense and unreadable. He stood
in the corner of his penthouse, the cool and collected businessman in
his dress shirt and crisp jeans. All of Billings lay below him
through the windows on one side. I stood on the other, half-naked and
awaiting his commands.

“What?” My head
felt foggy, flooded with desire so intense it didn’t leave room for
much else. He’d told me it was time to begin my training. What did
he mean? Why did I want to find out?

“Over to the back of
the couch. Put your hands under your ass and sit on them.”

“Declan?” I bit my
lip. Even as his words, his demeanor and his dominance made my sex
throb, I couldn’t fully shake the reluctance out of my head. This
wasn’t normal. This wasn’t how people behaved.

Pointing to the couch,
he repeated, “Your hands. Under your ass. Now.”

Shaking, my body took
over and I walked to the couch. I turned to face him. Then I placed
my hands behind me, palm-down on the back of the couch. And I sat on
them. The leather felt cool and unyielding. My skirt rode up so high
I could feel it against my upper thighs and even the base of my
bottom. With my hands secured behind me, I sat like he told me to
with my shoulders back and my back arched.

I felt exposed,
trapped, and slippery hot with need. I had to be a twisted, sick
woman to love this, but I did. And he knew it.

There was nothing I
could do to hide my arousal, my breasts straining toward him, begging
for his attention. I squirmed and panted and he could see how
desperate he made me.

He approached me,
striding slowly, his massive strength tightly controlled. He clenched
his jaw.

In a low voice, he
asked, “Did it turn you on, flirting with those men in the bar
tonight?” He reached out a finger, slow and deliberate, making a
circle first around one nipple, then around the next. I whimpered,
panting under his touch.

I couldn’t help it. I
had to touch him. I brought a hand out from behind me and reached up,
grabbing his huge shoulder and raking my nails across his muscles.

He pulled away, a stern
look on his face and an index finger up in admonishment. “No.”

Surprised, I looked up
into his eyes, my hand feeling so empty.

“You need to do as I
say, Kara.”

He’d told me to put
my hands under my ass. I bit my lip. He wanted me to obey his orders.
I wanted him to touch me. Reluctantly, I brought my hand back under
my bottom like he’d told me.

“Good girl,” he
praised me. “You’re mine for the week. You need to learn how to
behave. I’m in control here, do you understand?”

His voice coated me
thick and dark like velvet and I wondered if the sound of it alone
could make me come. I nodded, but couldn’t think to speak with his
hands back on my body, slowly caressing my waist, up again at my
breasts, brushing, circling, squeezing, coaxing. With the slightest,
briefest whisper, his fingers grazed my nipple.

“Oh!” I cried out,
unable to stop myself. I felt so vulnerable and exposed, unable to
move my hands under his commands.

Suddenly, he reached
out and tweaked my nipple, hard. I gasped, then moaned as he brought
his mouth down to it, sucking it, then circling it with his tongue.
All still through the barrier of the bra. I’d never hated a bra
more.

“You didn’t answer
me, Kara.” His breath hot against the wet fabric, he asked, “Did
it turn you on, flirting with those men in the bar?”

“Declan…” I
panted as he took his thumbs to my breasts, teasing me again, tracing
them lightly, outlining their swell. I felt agitated, embarrassed to
be called out for doing exactly what I had been doing. I had been
flirting, enjoying the male attention.

“I saw you strutting
around,” he continued. “Working it.”

“No!” I gasped,
ashamed. But I had been, thrusting out my tits, swaying my ass, using
my body to turn them on. Especially when I knew Declan was watching.

“No? You weren’t
being a tease, Kara?” He brought his hot mouth down again and bit
me, lightly on the soft mound of my breast, harder, his teeth on my
nipple.

I cried out, twisting
on my hands, arching into him, shocked and confused and desperately
wanting more. I had been teasing. And I’d wanted him to catch me
doing it, to see that I was sexy and desirable. But I felt guilty
about being caught. Good girls weren’t supposed to do that.

He drew back and
surveyed me, cupping my breasts lovingly. “I’ve always loved your
tits, Kara. So sensitive. So responsive.”

I was vaguely aware of
him taking one hand away, the sound of ice clinking against a glass.
I assumed he was taking a drink.

He brought an ice cube
directly onto my erect nipple. So cold, it made me gasp and
straighten up, my eyes wide now in surprise. He smiled, not pulling
away at all, and began to trace a path around my breast with the ice
cube. I still wore the bra, but it didn’t offer much coverage. He
plastered the lace to my trembling skin with the cold, dripping ice.

He reached down with
his free hand to my inner thigh. I parted my legs without being
asked. Declan gave a low, appreciative murmur. “That’s good,
Kara. Open for me.”

I moaned in response,
parting my legs more. He stroked my inner thigh and brought the cube
in slow circles around my nipple, making me think about how much I
needed direct contact. I tilted my head back, wantonly pressing my
breast up into the ice, seeking more sensation. I wanted to reach
out, pull him toward me, but I kept my hands pinned where I’d been
told.

“I like how much I
can see with this bra.” The wet lace pressed against my curves, my
nipples stiff and aching. He licked his lips. “But it has to go.
Take it off. Take everything off for me, Kara.”

He took a step back to
watch. I instantly longed for his touch, felt bereft without it.
Standing, breathless, I brought my shaking hands to the bottom of my
shirt. I could see the outline of his huge, hard cock straining
against his jeans. A soft moan escaped me and I licked my parted
lips.

“Take it off,” he
growled, growing impatient. Complying, I unclasped the bra and
dropped it to the ground, my breasts springing free for him to see. I
kicked off my boots. Slipping my thumbs inside the waistband of my
skirt, I looked up at him, suddenly shy.

“Now,” he
commanded. I slipped my skirt down my curves, stepping out of it to
stand absolutely naked. Slowly, biting my lip, I revealed myself
completely, my shaved-bare pussy juicy wet and on full display.

Declan watched me
intently, then reached a hand to his lower abdomen and undid the top
button of his jeans. I couldn’t take my eyes off that spot, where I
could see the outline of his giant shaft almost free now, straining.
I could see the tip of it, pushing out against his briefs, reaching
the top of his waistband. I wanted to reach out and touch it so
badly.

“Hands back where I
told you.” His voice came out in a harsh hiss.

“Yes,” I responded,
putting my hands back under my ass. I could feel my slit now,
pressing against my fingers. I wished I could have more room to touch
myself. With so much pressure building up inside me, I felt crazy,
clenched and quivering for release.

He stepped closer,
inches away again without touching me. I shook as he surveyed my
naked breasts, shivering as he brought just a few fingers up to
lightly brush my stomach, tantalizing me.

“I think you liked
being a cock tease tonight.”

“Declan!” I gasped.

“I saw you showing
off these tits. But they’re mine.” As if unable to stop himself
any longer, he bent with a growl. Bringing his mouth down onto one of
my breasts, his hand claimed the other. “Mine.” He licked and
sucked. Then he bit me, sharp but light, marking me as his own. I
moaned and twisted underneath his heat.

“Yes, Declan.” I
never wanted him to stop.

With a wicked gleam in
his eyes, he stopped and looked up at me. He brought a hand behind my
head and grasped my ponytail. With a tug, he raised my face so I’d
meet his gaze head-on. “Did you show off your tits tonight, Kara?
Tell me.”

“Yes, Declan,” I
confessed, squirming and slick on my hands, ashamed.

“You wanted those men
to look at you. To get hard.”

I twisted, still
keeping my hands under my ass. “Yes,” I gasped, guilty and so, so
wet.

“You got them hard,
you little cock tease,” he grit out between his teeth. “But you
belong to me.”

With a swift, strong
movement, he flipped me. “Lean over the couch.” My arms against
the back of the couch, I leaned down into the cushions, baring my ass
and my soaking pussy for him.

“Spread for me,” he
commanded. I opened my legs, squirming with embarrassment. I knew he
could see everything, how much I wanted him, drenched with need.

Suddenly, I felt
something cold and unyielding against my sex. I gasped and tried to
twist away. Declan’s palm cracked down hard on my ass cheek.

“You stay right where
I tell you,” he barked. I moaned in response, sure I was dripping
now.

He took an ice cube in
his thick fingers, and brought it back again against the lips of my
pussy. “You need to learn some discipline.”

He rubbed against me,
teasingly bringing the ice cube near, then over my clit. The smooth,
cold sensation brought me close to orgasm and I started tensing,
panting, my hands clutching the couch pillows.

Fisting my ponytail,
Declan bent over and barked in my ear. “Don’t come until I tell
you. Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Declan, yes.”
Breathless, I could hear myself speak rather than consciously forming
the words. My body had taken over completely, in his hands, under his
control.

I could hear his hand
dipping again into his drink, the ice cubes clinking against the
glass. I could feel myself shaking with anticipation and need, a drop
of liquid slowly traveling down my inner thigh. I didn’t know if it
was my juices, the melted ice or both.

Then, cold, hard ice
pressed against my hot, soft slit. I had to bite down on my bottom
lip, wincing from pain and pleasure. In the intensity of the
sensation, it took everything I had not to let go into a blistering
orgasm.

“Stay still,” he
warned me. I hadn’t even realized I was bucking against him,
desperately trying to get more into my pussy, more ice, more of him.
Once I restrained myself, holding still, he slid one, then two
fingers inside me, stroking slowly and deliberately. The ice cube he
kept circling around my clit, the cold pressure driving me senseless,
wild.

“Did it make you wet?
Teasing those men?”

“No, Declan.” I
didn’t want to admit it. But it had, especially with him watching
me. Slap, I felt a hard, sharp whack on my exposed, bare ass. I cried
out, a shudder of pain and pleasure rippling through me.

“Tell me the truth.”
His fingers were back, this time two fingers fucked my pussy. But
with the other hand, he moved. He drew his finger up to circle my
asshole, light, sensual, not penetrating, just touching. He dipped
down to gather some of my slick juice, then brought it up to my other
opening. I tensed. No one had ever touched me there. He continued,
finger fucking my pussy while circling my asshole, slowly, so slowly.
I panted, frightened, wanting, afraid, desperately needing.

“Naughty girl,” he
said. I moaned, shaking. “Did it make you wet?” he repeated,
pushing his fingers deep into my pussy, then slowly drawing them out.

“Declan!” I
screamed. “Yes! When you watched me! Yes!”

His fingers stilled.
“You saw me watching you?”

“Yes,” I whimpered.

“And you liked that?”

“Yes, Declan, yes,”
I panted, incoherent. “Please!”

He bent over me,
growling hot in my ear, “Now you come!”

He thrust his fingers
deep into my sex. At the same time he pressed his large thumb against
the entrance of my virgin hole. Not inside, but with the pressure on
my clit, the feel of his thick fingers up inside me, I realized I
might want more. I might want him to do more than tease my ass.

With a scream of wild
abandon, my orgasm hit me and I bucked against him, shuddering,
surrendering to the intensity. Wave after wave, throb after throb of
release numbed my mind as I nearly blacked out. Fingers clutching the
leather, mouth open, I let out an incoherent stream of pleasure.
“Yes! Declan! Ah!”

I hadn’t even
finished coming when I heard his rough voice with another command.
“Brace yourself. I’m going to fuck you.”

Massive, powerful hands
grabbed my hips, claiming me, positioning me exactly where he wanted.
I felt his thick tip at my dripping entrance. Then, with a deep,
primal groan, he plunged his giant, hard cock straight into my
soaked, quivering pussy.

I cried out at the
force of it. It pinched and hurt and I gasped. But then, stretched so
full, pleasure flooded me, making me even more slick. I moaned. It
was like nothing I’d ever felt before. Possessed, taken by Declan,
nothing had ever felt so good.

He froze, still inside
me. “Fuck! Kara!” I knew what he meant. “You were a virgin?”

“Yes.” I felt too
amazing to feel embarrassed, too thrilled to worry about his
reaction. If it felt that good from just him entering me, what would
it feel like when he started to move, working all that solid steel in
and out of me, pumping, driving? I shook in anticipation.

“Fuck. You didn’t
tell me!”

I had to get him to
move on. To move. Arching my ass into his grip, I pressed myself
against him, sheathing him completely in my slick, hot folds. He was
so huge, it barely felt like he could fit inside of me, but somehow
he was, filling me, owning me.

“Declan,” I moaned,
thrusting at him, letting him know how amazing it felt, to be
stretched so wide, completely stuffed. He still didn’t move, as if
his concern won out over his lust. I needed to do something about
that. Using my own juices, I slid my pussy along his cock, pulling
slightly away, then fitting myself down along every inch of his
length with a deep, shuddering sigh. “You feel so good.”