Unleashed: Volume 1 (Unleashed #1) (20 page)

Problem was, I wasn’t
the only guy fixated on her. I had to share the attention with an
army of other numbnuts. That bartender who looked like he belonged in
some indie band was hitting on Kara like it was his job. And she was
loving it, flirting her ass off right back at him.

I gripped my drink
tighter. This was just like it had been that summer I’d worked at
her ranch. Watching her flounce around, teasing, taunting and looking
sexier than hell but always out of reach. I’d had to grin and bear
it, the servant not good enough for the princess up on the hill, the
spoiled little daughter of the boss man.

I’d had enough of
that. This needed to end. She didn’t belong out there waiting
tables, bringing other guys drinks. She was supposed to be here to
meet me. Serving me.

What finally sent me
over the edge was the blond asshat. First one guy grabbed that waist
of hers, then another one, a blond guy holding her close like he was
about to make love to her. Fuck that. She belonged to me.

Barreling down through
the throngs of people, I made my way over to Kara in a few seconds
flat. She didn’t see me coming. I grabbed her hard and fast and
swung her up and over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry.

“What the—?” she
managed to spit out, twisting in my grip.

“You’re coming with
me,” I growled, angry, storming with her over my shoulder out of
the bar. My hands up on her hips, my fingers gripped the top of her
thighs as I carried her out and over to the private elevator up to my
penthouse.

“Declan!” she
protested, banging a few fists against my back. I ignored her,
refusing to let go until the elevator’s ‘bing’ and I stepped
inside. The doors closed and I slid her down the front of my body,
one hand firmly cupping her ass, the other at the back of her head.

Driven, angry, I leaned
down and kissed her, crushing her lips against my own. She protested
for a mere second, then met me with fierce need. Her lips, hungry and
urgent, sought mine as she kissed me back, mewls rising from her as
if the animal within needed release. I consumed her, licking,
sucking, meeting her tongue with mine, needing more. At her neck, I
traced a line down to the V-neck of her shirt, searing into her skin.

Ferocious, I grabbed
the neck of her thin cotton t-shirt in my two hands and ripped it
right off of her.

“Declan!” Kara
exclaimed in shock, hands up to cover her heaving breasts spilling
out of her black, lacy bra.

Determined, still
angry, I secured her wrists back behind her in my hands. Her nipples
stood out, hard and ripe, against the silk of her bra. I brought my
mouth to them, sucking hot and hungry. As I licked and laved, sucking
her needy buds, she moaned and leaned into me. I grabbed her ass and
pressed her full into my huge, hard erection. She gasped and writhed
against me, her eyes half-lidded with lust.

I pressed the elevator
stop button. I didn’t want to wait until we got to the penthouse. I
needed this now, right in the elevator.

“Turn and put your
hands against the wall,” I commanded.

Shaking, she gave me an
unsure look, but then moved and did exactly what I said. I wrapped my
hands around her waist, then pulled her hips toward me. She gasped in
surprise, but let me push her back down so she was standing ass-up,
hands on the wall. One hand still on her back, I trailed the other
down her body, down to her round, sexy bottom in her skirt. She
moaned in anticipation.

“Oh, my Kara,” I
murmured, slowly stroking her ass. “Kara, were you waiting tables
in my bar?” I kept my voice low and level, stern.

Breathy, she glanced
back nervously. “Yes, Declan.”

My hand gripped her
left hip strong, pulling her buttocks closer toward me. With my other
hand I continued to caress her, tracing the bottom of the skirt,
grazing the inside of her thighs. “You were supposed to be waiting
to meet me at seven.”

“I know. I thought—”

Smack, I brought my
hand down hard on her ass still in her tiny black skirt. She gasped,
breathing ragged, her hands grasping the wall.

“Don’t speak unless
I ask you a question,” I commanded.

Slowly, so slowly, I
brought my hand up to the outside of her hip. I gathered the stretchy
cotton fabric of her skirt in my hands and pulled, inching it up, up
and over.

I’d never seen
anything so gorgeous as Kara’s stripped naked ass. She wore a thin
black thong. She made no protest as I tore it off as well, throwing
it to the floor alongside her discarded shirt. Seeing her in just
cowboy boots and a black bra, hands against the wall awaiting my
commands I couldn’t suppress a groan of male approval. She was
perfect and she was mine.

I caressed her lower
back, the curve of her hips, down along the base of her round, soft
cheeks. She moaned and squirmed with building arousal.

“Who do you serve,
Kara?” I asked, my voice low and controlled. She gasped and began
to pant, but didn’t answer. I raised my large hand and brought it
down firmly on her naked ass. Quivering, moaning, she cried out and I
could hear her mingled sensations in it, the surprise, the pain, the
intense pleasure.

Smack, I brought my
palm down again. Her skin began to turn pink under my assault. Smack,
I spanked her rough and hard on her tender flesh. She twisted and
started to move, her hands slipping down from their position.

“Keep your hands
right where I told you,” I barked at her. Whimpering, panting, she
did as she was told. She was bent over, but I could still see her
erect, aroused nipples through her bra. I brought my foot inside hers
and pushed her legs further apart. Pressing her back down with one
hand, I bent her over far enough that I could see her full slit. My
nostrils flared, my cock throbbed and I bit back a groan at the sight
of her arousal. Her pussy was slick, glistening and swollen with
need.

She liked her spanking.
It made her soaking wet to follow my orders and take her punishment.
Yes, Kara would do well as my submissive.

“Good,” I stroked
her lower back, arched, tilting up her ripe, ready, pink ass for my
pleasure. She sighed under my praise and I made a rumble of
satisfaction deep in my throat. “Now, I asked you a question,
Kara.” Taking my hand away, I brought it down sharp and hard again
on her backside. She gasped and moaned, soft sounds of deep pleasure
tearing from her throat.

“Who do you serve,
Kara?” I asked, teasing her with my fingers, so close to her sex
yet not touching. She whimpered and thrust toward my fingers,
offering herself up, begging for my stroke. But I didn’t give it to
her. “You serve me, Kara. Not guys in a bar. You serve me.”

My voice grew harsh
once more. “Say it!” I brought my hand down with a firm smack on
her ass.

She cried out in
intense pleasure. “I serve you!” she moaned. “You, Declan.”

“That’s right,” I
exhaled, giving her her reward. My fingers found her wet center. I
stroked her folds, so drenched for me.

“Oh!” she cried
out, bucking her pussy against my fingers, desperate. “Yes!”

“So needy,” I
teased her, beginning to slowly circle her clit. She started to move,
her hands slipping off the wall as she twisted toward me. I withdrew
my fingers. “Hands back up where I told you.” Reluctantly, she
brought her hands to the wall again, her legs spread wide for me.

Rewarding her, I
brought my fingers back to her sex. She began to tremble as I
stroked. I could read her body, sense what she needed and when.
Taking my fingers from her clit, I plunged a long, thick finger up
inside of her trembling, wet walls. She cried out, panting and raw.
Back to stroke and tease her clit, I could feel her pleasure
building, her need coiled tight, preparing for release.

I withdrew my hand.

“You were naughty,
Kara. You don’t get to come. Not yet.” I smacked her full across
her buttocks again and she cried out, sounding even more urgent. My
fingers covered in her juices, I ran them slick around the edges of
her pussy and along the inside of her thighs, teasing her. Letting
her know I knew just how much she needed it.

“Do you remember the
last time I spanked you, Kara?” I asked, low and secret. “Six
years ago. When I took you over my lap in my truck?”

She writhed and gasped,
her pussy soaked. The question drove her crazy. Had she thought back
to that as many times as I had? Had she touched herself anywhere near
as often as I had remembering that moment?

“Back then, I had to
stop.” I ran a light palm over her pink, aching ass cheeks. “I
had to take my hands off you. But now, I’m not going to stop. Now
you’re mine.”

Kara

Now

When his thick fingers
left my slick folds I moaned in protest. So empty after feeling so
full. And I was so close, the shuddering, quaking need in me
building, rising, threatening so close to the surface under his
wicked touch.

But he stepped away and
pressed the elevator button. “You may stand up,” he told me.

Slow and shaky, I
brought my feet together, still in their boots. Then I took my
trembling hands off of the wall, where I’d kept my palms pressed
exactly as he’d ordered. My breasts stood out, nearly bare in a
lacy bra. My thong lay discarded on the floor and my tiny black skirt
was shoved up around my waist. What was happening? On instinct, I
started to shimmy my skirt down with one hand, the other up to cover
my nearly naked chest.

Grasping my wrists,
Declan forced them to my sides. “Never cover yourself,” he
commanded. “I get full access, anywhere, anytime. Understood?”

A flicker of defiance
passed through me. I shouldn’t do this. This was my last out,
before the elevator hit that top floor. He was a crazed caveman, a
beast, but I knew if I looked in his eyes and told him no he wouldn’t
force me. If I let him, he’d boss me around and make me do all
sorts of unspeakably nasty things, but he’d never violate me
against my will.

I watched him, panting.
My nipples stood out, pressing against the thin silk and lace of my
bra. My sex throbbed, soaking wet, unsatisfied.

My brain protested his
control, but my body craved it.

He took a hard nipple
between his thumb and finger and gave it a light twist. My eyes
half-closed and I tipped my head back slightly in a wave of lust.

“Yes, Kara. Give in
to this,” he whispered, low and seductive. “Let me see you give
in.”

The doors opened with a
bing. My eyes flew open, panicked over what unsuspecting hotel
patrons might be standing there waiting for a ride, but he reassured
me. “It opens directly to my penthouse suite.”

Holding out his hand,
he looked into my eyes. “Come in.”

This was it. My chance
to leave. My chance to say no and take back control. If I took his
hand and followed him in, it was all over. I’d give him the reins
entirely. I didn’t know what he’d do with them. Or what he’d
make me want to do.

No one made me feel
like he did. I wanted this. I needed this. Dripping with need, I
shook away my doubts. I was done with fear, done with pain and
longing and unrequited yearning. At least for a week. For a week, I
wanted to forget it all. I wanted to submit, surrender, leave
everything behind and plunge into unbridled, unleashed lust.

Quivering, breath
coming hot and shallow, I met his gaze. I took a step forward into
the penthouse.

“Yes, Declan,” I whispered. To
all of it. I laid down my hand in his large, rough palm and entered
into our bargain.

THE
END

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Declan

I finally had her, the
woman I’d craved for years. Under my control, within my power for
one week. She was a born sub, she just didn’t know it yet. She
needed her dom to train her, teach her how much she needed to serve.
I had one whole week to unleash the pleasure bound up within her, the
passion only I could set free.

I was a dark, tortured
beast. I knew she was too good for me, for this. But just because you
knew better didn’t mean you’d change your ways. I’d had years
to cultivate dark fantasies and I planned to execute them all. I’d
bind this princess, blindfold her, torment her with wave after wave
of shuddering ecstasy. And I’d make her beg for it.

Kara

I couldn’t believe
I’d said yes. One week of no-holds-barred sex, agreeing to be a
submissive to a wealthy, powerful, alpha, dominant man? That kind of
thing only happened in books. I was a good girl, the ice princess
famous for shutting men down.

Only I had said yes.
Declan was about to begin my training. Why did I want it so badly?

Now I just had to make
sure I didn’t lose my heart to him. Again. Because six years ago,
that summer I was 18, I’d fallen for him so hard. I was still
picking up the shattered bits of my heart from where he’d smashed
it on the rocks. I had to be insane to agree to this. The stakes were
too high. But I couldn’t say no.

Chapter
1
Kara

I wobbled into Declan’s
penthouse apartment dazed, shaking and horny as hell. Guess a sound
spanking in an elevator could do that to a girl.