Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Unleashed #1-4; Beg for It #1) (45 page)

Shaking, I complied,
hands down again on the cool wooden floor planks, my ass up in the
air as he’d ordered. He moved around to my backside, his steps
making the floor creak. He stood there a moment and I quaked under
his appraisal. With two strong hands he grasped my lacy panties and
pulled them down, then off my feet. He nudged my knees apart about a
foot and a half. And then he kneeled.

His face close to my
pussy, I wanted to pull away. I couldn’t fight the feeling of
embarrassment, exposure. I shouldn’t be on all fours, naked and
exposed. He shouldn’t see how turned on I was. It wasn’t right.

But it felt so good.
Kneeling at my ass, Declan brought his two hands up to my inner
thighs. “I can see all of you like this, Kara.” His thumbs made
small circles, traveling up toward my sex, and I began to quiver in
anticipation. “How wet you are, your dripping pussy, needing my
touch.”

With his hands, he
spread me open, lifting my sex up and holding it for his inspection.
I fought the urge to squirm, half-wanting to get away, half-wanting
to push my pussy up toward his face and beg him to lick me.

“What do you want,
Kara?” he asked, infuriatingly calm. To torment me further, he blew
a cool breath onto my slick, sensitive clit.

I gasped, “Declan!
Please!” It only took seconds with this man for him to make me beg.

“Please what, Kara?
What do you want? Do you want me to touch you?” He brought his
fingers down along the outline of my opening, tracing it.

“Yes!”

He slid his fingers
into my pussy, the glistening folds welcoming his touch as he stroked
me. “Do you want my tongue?”

“Oh, yes.” I nearly
collapsed, the weight of my body feeling too much for my hands. But
he supported me, bringing his hands down under my hips and pulling my
pussy toward his mouth. With a hot, wet lick he brought his tongue to
my needy slit, lapping up my juices, licking and sucking and making
me moan. His tongue worked magic up and down my sex, toying with my
hole, then spreading my juices all over. Mouth off, his fingers took
over, working my lube up and down.

Then up to my asshole.
I stiffened. He continued, bringing the ample lubricant from my pussy
up to the rim of my forbidden hole.

“Declan! What are you
doing?” I felt scared. No one had ever touched me there before. It
felt wrong and dirty. He kept going, scooping more of my slippery,
sticky honey with two fingers deep in my pussy, making me throb as he
did it, then slowly working it up and around my ass, caressing the
pucker of my hole.

“Kara,” he
murmured, his face right at my asshole. “You are so pretty. So
sweet and pink. I want you to see.”

“What?” My eyes
flew wide open. What was he doing back there? It wasn’t right!

“Is this a virgin
ass?” he asked, his voice thick.

“Yes!” I cried,
indignant. Like I would let anyone do that!

Keeping one thumb at my
asshole, circling, massaging along the exterior, he brought another
hand to my breasts. Pulling, tugging, he freed my mounds and set to
work on my nipples, heavy with desire, twisting, pinching them until
I panted and moaned.

“This is a three-way
mirror, Kara,” Declan murmured, using that same hypnotizing voice.
“I need you to see everything. Look back. Look at your ass in the
mirror. Do you see it?”

Shaking, I did as he
asked, picking my head up to look into the mirror. He had me spread
and angled so my pink asshole was on full display. It looked so wrong
and naughty, so erotic and crazy I throbbed with lust.

“Now, Kara, you need
to be quiet. As much as I love your screams, you have to keep silent
here. We can’t let them hear us. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I answered,
ashamed I had to be scolded to not scream. He knew me well. I was
already close to screaming out his name.

“Good.” He stroked
me. “Now watch me fuck your ass with my finger.”

“No, Declan, I—”
My protest became a gasp as I watched him circle my pink, puckered
hole with his index finger, spreading my body’s own lube around it
until it glistened. Then he changed his angle, instead of pressing
against the skin, pointing directly toward me, against my hole. He
exerted force, pressure, and my body fought him but with the lube he
won. He pushed past my entrance, past the ring of muscle and brought
his finger inside my ass.

“No!” I couldn’t
help but protest. He couldn’t put his finger there! He wasn’t
supposed to! But though my words said no, my body quivered in
response. It felt so good. So hot and tight and wrong and nasty. He
stroked me, slowly, his index finger up my ass.

“That’s it,” he
coaxed me, his other hand on my lower back, working my ass back and
up for his enjoyment. “Let me in.” He brought his finger back
out, dipped down into my pussy lube again. Then back up to the rim,
he pushed again into my puckered hole.

This time I gasped at
the assault because it felt so good.

“Watch me, Kara.”
He fisted his hand in my hair and pulled my head up. My eyes flew
open. I hadn’t realized I’d closed them. Feeling all the intense
pleasure, I guessed I had. I looked back into the glass, now seeing
his big, thick finger work in and out of my asshole.

“Oh, yes!” I called
out, shocked by what I saw but loving it, straining toward his hand.

“You see how your ass
wants it?” Declan asked, low and intense. “See how you’re
begging for it? This ass is mine.” Suddenly, with his finger still
up inside of me, he took his other hand and brought it down with a
sharp, hard smack on my bare cheek. The spanking stung and burned
against my flesh. I gasped and heat gushed between my thighs.

“Yes,” Declan
praised my response. “Do you see the red mark of my hand on your
ass?” I could, the evidence of his smack right there on my pale
flesh. My pussy clenched.

“You like my finger
up your ass, don’t you?” He finger-fucked me harder now, more
relentlessly.

Oh, yes, I did, but I
still felt bad telling him. I still felt like I shouldn’t want
this. A good girl would be protesting the whole time, not begging for
more.

“You want it deeper
in you, don’t you? Tell me, Kara.”

“Yes,” I moaned
from a place far within myself. I couldn’t fight it anymore. This
man owned me, did things to me no one else ever could. With him, I
could offer no resistance. He made me crave every depraved thing he
could possibly think of doing.

“Keep quiet now,”
Declan warned me. “You don’t want to get caught, you bad girl.”
He spanked me again and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from
crying out. I lifted my bottom up into the air for him, giving him
full access. He spanked me again. “So dirty,” he murmured, his
finger working my ass. “You want it so bad.”

Mewling, I begged.
“Yes! Please!”

He twisted my nipple.
“Stay still.” Stroking me more, he brought two fingers down to my
pussy to play and tease, drawing lazy circles around my clit while he
still worked my ass in and out with his broad index finger. Where
once I fought, my tight asshole now took in his entire length. It was
all I could do to try and stay still for him.

“There’s a lot I’m
going to do to you this week, Kara,” Declan told me. “It’s
going to be dirty and nasty and you’re going to love it.” With
that, he took his finger out and plunged it back into my wet pussy
again. This time he coated both his index and his middle finger.

“I’m going to
spread you wider, now.” I gasped as he plunged both fingers in,
stretching me even more. It hurt at first as I strained to take him
in.

“Kara, are you
watching?” I opened my eyes and looked up again, seeing his two
large fingers disappearing into my asshole, working me in and out.
“Do you feel my fingers inside of you?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Remember how huge my
cock is? How hard you get me? This week, I’m going to fuck your
ass. My cock is going to stretch you and fill you so deep. And you’re
going to take every inch. ”

“Oh! Ah!” I started
mewling, quivering and shaking. His words were so nasty, so naughty
and wrong. But I couldn’t wait for him to do what he promised. His
fingers stretched me, filled me, stroked me. He built my desire,
pushing past where I ever dreamed I could go, higher and higher.

Just when I was about
to climax and let the waves crash down over me and surrender into
orgasm, Declan pulled away.

“You don’t get to
come,” he reprimanded me. “Not yet.” One finger up to stroke my
rear, he added, “Now I want you to think about what you just let me
do. How much you loved it. And know that later this week, after I’ve
trained your ass, I’m going to fuck your ass hard and you’re
going to come all around my cock.”

I shuddered and shook
under his light touch, knowing what he said was all too true.

Declan

“I have a few more
concerns I’d like to voice.” The chairman of the board kept
droning on and on. I couldn’t stop looking at my watch, even though
the hands barely ever moved. It might never get to one o’clock. I’d
told Kara to be back at the hotel at two. At this rate, I wouldn’t
get out of my meeting until nightfall.

It was Wednesday, our
second day in New York, and I’d barely even seen her. Sure, a
little yesterday for brunch and at the park. And at the dressmaker’s
shop, that had been good. I shifted in my chair beneath the table,
even a brief memory provoking instant response.

But then I’d had to
spend the entire goddamned night in yet another business meeting that
would not end. Usually, I didn’t mind. I was a night owl myself and
the whole European vibe of starting dinner at 10 p.m., finishing up
around 2 a.m. worked for me. Last night? I’d wanted to yell at them
“You’re not Italian! You’re American! Finish the hell up!”

It wasn’t like me to
not want to put business first. Every deal mattered, every
conversation, every potential partnership. I hadn’t come so far so
fast by overlooking opportunities or missing chances. Ever vigilant,
I never turned off, not for a second.

Now, though? I wanted
these blow-hards to shut up. Yes, they had their concerns about the
growth potential in Alaskan wilderness tourism. I’d seen enough
visuals about global warming to last me a lifetime. They were
overthinking things. A whole slew of data points didn’t change the
fact that Alaska was an incredible place to get away from it all. I
should have flown them up in my plane and had the meeting while ice
fishing outside Anchorage. That would have shut them up. And freed up
my time here in New York.

I had pressing business
to attend to back at the hotel. Right now it was pressing against the
zipper in my pants. I wanted to get back there with Kara. I needed
to.

I glanced at my watch
again. Maybe it was broken, the hands hadn’t moved a goddamned
millimeter.

This wasn’t like me.
He who dies with the most toys wins, that was my motto. Let people
who’d grown up with their own polo ponies question my values. I’d
grown up with a whole lot of nothing and I could tell you, it felt
good now to have so many toys. I thrived on all of it, the chase, the
acquisition, the accumulation. Winning a new contract, pulling in a
new investor, opening a new site, that’s what drove me. My
single-minded purpose was the key to my success.

But right now, I didn’t
want any of it. I wanted to see Kara. I had a whole afternoon
planned. And, yes, a three o’clock call during which I would drive
down the asking price from a skittish seller. It was a call that
mattered and required my energy and attention, the full force of my
persuasive abilities. I’d do that, too. But before that and after?
Kara.

I wanted her spread
against the bed, her hair around her like a halo without a stitch of
clothing on her body so I could worship every inch. Maybe I would tie
her up so I could take my time. I wanted her in the shower, in the
tub, over the desk, on the couch, against the wall. My imagination
knew no bounds. I wanted to ruin every fucking inch of that hotel
room, make her mine in every way I possibly could and more.

Finally, I got my get
out of jail free card. The younger brother of the board president
told us all about a dream he’d had the night before. Apparently
their late mother had appeared and told him that she wanted him to
take risks. Then she’d flown off with eagle wings. I’m not making
this shit up. I hated family-run boards, they were always the most
dysfunctional. But, hell, when crazy ass-backwards decision-making
landed in my favor, I was all for it. The guy said that their
eagle-winged mother wanted them to invest, and so they’d invested.
Hallelujah, I was out of there.

Vladimir was outside
waiting for me in the limo. I knew a lot of business associates were
moving over to the car service Uber. I’d taken their cars a few
times, but I preferred my own driver at my beck and call. Call me a
control freak and I’d agree. What I could control in my life I did.
What I couldn’t, I beat down into submission anyway.

“How’s Miss Kara?”
Vladimir asked.

“Looking forward to
finding out,” I growled. Impatient, I pictured her waiting for me
at the hotel.

“She did not call for
any rides,” he informed me. I figured. Too stubborn and
independent. And it would be so foreign for her to think of calling a
personal driver. I’d have to accustom her to that kind of thing.

Plus, this morning
she’d mentioned wanting to walk around Times Square. I didn’t
like the idea of her wandering around alone, Dorothy stepped out from
Kansas. She’d have every panhandler and hustler within a five-mile
radius all over her. I had to take a meeting or I would have gone
with her, even though I usually avoided walking through Times Square
like the plague. Too many tourists, too many distractions and too
many people getting in my way between point A and point B.