Against the Rules (6 page)

Teague slid his arms around her and dragged her on top of him. “You’re a nut, but I like that. I think I can help you with your quandary.” He took her hand down to cup his throbbing cock. “I know exactly what I’m feeling and if we can get these pants off you, I’m sure I can take away any doubt you might have about what you’re feeling as well.”

Her throaty laugh sent a fireball straight to his groin.

“Oh, I know I want you. I’ve thought of little else since we first met.”

“But?” Because there had to be a but.

“But… I didn’t want to be a complete idiot and jump into bed with a virtual stranger so I— Don’t laugh— I put on a pair of granny undies in hopes I’d be too embarrassed to carry it this far.”

“Granny undies?” he enunciated carefully.

“Large, up to my navel, saggy-bottomed granny panties that I would be way too embarrassed to ever let another person see me in so naturally, I wouldn’t get in…this position.”

“But?” He could have made it easier on her, but he wanted to hear that she needed this as much as he did.

“But…” And he’d thought she’d blushed before. “I want you. Now. Tonight. I don’t want to wait.”

“How do you want me?” He was pushing her out of her comfort zone, yet he suspected it was arousing her too. Little Red had spent way too much time playing it safe. And boring.

Chantel stared at him for several seconds, undoubtedly debating whether or not she could do it. He doubted that she’d ever verbalized her desires before.

Leaning in, as if seeking comfort, she whispered, “I want you deep inside me, in my mouth, in my body.”

Teague’s pounding heart and throbbing cock were racing out of control. Chantel was turning him inside out.

“Let me tell ya, darlin’, men don’t care about the type of undies, as you put it, women wear. If they’re sexy they may hold my attention for a few seconds, but it’s what’s inside that will hold my attention far longer.”

“Close your eyes.”

“Not on your life.” He chuckled. “I’ve got to see these granny panties.”

“And if I say no?” she teased him back.

“I will tickle you into submission.”

Grabbing a pillow, she took aim at the bulge still filling the front of his jeans. “Go ahead and try it.”

She had spunk. He liked that. “You’re a mean woman, Ms. Donley. However, you will find that might makes right,” he warned. Teague tore the pillow from her hands, pulled her beneath him and proceeded to tickle.

Chantel counterattacked, landing them on the floor. She quickly discovered he was highly ticklish on the bottoms of his feet. He allowed her to feel successful for a moment or two.

With her hands on her hips, she gazed down at him. “Might make right, but stealth and flexibility— Eek!” she screamed.

Teague sprang off the floor and pinned her beneath him again. “Are easily overcome,” he finished for her. Laughing and out of breath they clung to each other until Teague could wait no more. “Now, let’s see those panties.”

Chapter Three

As he began pulling the offending cloth from her body, she lifted her hips to allow it.

Reese stared down and scowled. “These should go directly into the dumpster. Nothing but the finest silk should touch your skin.”

Her heart pounded as his eyes turned a deeper shade while he stripped her. She reached lower to stroke the bulge now straining against his jeans.

He took her hands and put them back above her head. “Feeling pretty sure of yourself now, aren’t ya?”

“I was.” His strong hands pinning her down was way more exciting than it had a right to be.

“I’m going to let your hands go, darlin’, but you leave them there. If you move them, I will punish you.” His voice had taken on a deeper note.

“Punish?” she managed to ask.

Unable to stop herself, she rubbed along his thigh, clenching and massaging his leg like she’d rather be doing with other, more satisfying parts of his anatomy.

Reese smacked her thigh hard enough to sting. “Stop that.”

Chantel’s eyes neared popped from her head as heat and pain spread through her. Involuntarily, her legs closed.

His sexy laugh had her squirming. Reese rolled over and unbuttoned his jeans. He toed out of them.

Commando
! And huge. Damn, she’d hit the jackpot. She licked her lips. Chantel had always assumed that size did matter and hoped to put that theory to a thorough test.

She should have felt vulnerable, completely exposed as she was, yet she didn’t. Reese made her feel sexy and wanted. Safe—though she knew that was silly. They’d barely met.
No, don’t go there,
she warned her conscience. Having committed to this course, she intended to enjoy a regret-free evening.

Chantel rocked her hip against his cock.

“Behave, young lady, or I’ll tie you to the bed and I don’t think you’re ready for that just yet.”

Enjoying the game, she laced her hands behind her head. He seemed incredibly large. She felt wetness between her legs and hoped he wouldn’t notice.

Reese lay down beside her. He nuzzled her ear and kissed a trail down her neck as his hands ignited flames at her breasts and lower still. His mouth followed the path, fanning the blaze into an inferno. His talented fingers moved with purpose to her entrance.

There was no hiding from him now. She moaned as he entered her with first one finger, then two. It still wasn’t enough. She craved more. As he found a steady rhythm, she pushed against him, rising to meet each stroke.

When she didn’t think she could take much more, one muscular arm wrapped possessively around her and pulled her against his devouring mouth.

At first contact, Channy called his name or at least the one she knew him by. He pulled her clit into his mouth. He nuzzled and teased her with his lips and tongue, knowing she wouldn’t last long. His heart danced. She responded like few women he’d known before. A sensual cry escaped as she tumbled over the edge. Her body shuddered and she thrashed.

Channy’s hands gripped his hair and tried to push him away. “Too much.”

He chuckled—he’d barely gotten started. Easily holding her still with an arm across her stomach, he took his time and brought her down slowly. As the aftershocks gentled, he moved down to her labia and dusted kisses until her hold on his head lightened.

“Ahh, Channy, you were such a naughty girl.”

Her eyes widened and she quickly released his hair. “I’m sorry.”

“Hmm, I’m sure you are.” He watched her closely. She’d relaxed, thinking that was the end of it. She obviously didn’t know him very well. “What do you think would help you remember?”

She immediately tensed. Smart girl.

“I didn’t do it on purpose. I just forgot… A heat of the moment thing. You know,” she explained with a lopsided grin.

“I’m sure you teach your students that there are consequences for their actions.” He loved watching her squirm.

“I also extol the virtues of mercy.” Her eyes glittered with mischief.

His gut tightened. A playful Channy was a side of her he’d like to see more of. “Leniency has its place. However, I’m a firm believer in consistency. If I let you off this time, you’d think I was a pushover. Now what kind of chaos would occur if your students thought you were a pushover?”

Her bottom lip pushed forward in an adoring pout. Unable to resist, he drew it between his teeth and gave it a gentle nip. Heat flared in her eyes as he ran his tongue over the sting. Oh, yes, Little Red was definitely submissive.

“Are you going to…spank me?” Her breathing was ragged.

“I prefer the punishment to fit the crime.” He felt her stomach bunch as the words sank in.

“You’re not going to take a ruler to my knuckles, are you?” She seemed less sure of herself.

“Do I look like a nun?” He raised his eyebrows at her until she broke into giggles.

“No, certainly not.”

After a short stare down, she turned her head away from him. “Are you going to bind my hands?”

He waited patiently until she got up the nerve to look at him again. “You moved your hands when you were told not to. Restraint does fit the crime, but we’re all alone. It would be a very foolish move on your part to allow such a thing.”

A flash of emotion crossed her face and if he wasn’t mistaken, it was disappointment. He had to work at hiding his smile. “Perhaps we can figure out a solution.” He dropped a finger on her nose. “Do not move.”

From the closet he pulled out his kit. After a glance or two he found what he was looking for. On a whim, he tossed a few toys on the blanket at the end of the bed, out of her view.

She was straining her neck trying to see what he was doing. Inquisitive. He liked that. Teague showed her a long, black silk scarf then sat on the bed beside her. He slid the fabric over her peaked nipples.

Channy gasped and her arms moved closer in what looked like a reflex action.

“Such a naughty sub. You definitely need a reminder to follow orders. Do you know what a safe word is, Channy?”

Her eyes were wide as she watched him loop the scarf between the wrought iron pieces of the headboard. “Yes,” she whispered.

“Do you have one picked out?” Whenever he looked at Channy, he felt tender and mushy inside.
Shit.
He couldn’t allow her to become a liability. This needed to be a ‘one and done’ type thing.

“No.”

“The proper response is ‘no, Sir’, Channy.”

Again arousal flared in her eyes and her cheeks flushed. “No, Sir.”

“Much better. We’ll use ‘red’, then. If you feel you absolutely can’t continue or you’re too afraid of something, use the safe word. That doesn’t mean that you should remain quiet. Talk to me. Let me know what you’re feeling and thinking, but understand the play continues as I choose unless you say ‘red’.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Such a fast learner.” Teague pulled her left arm toward the headboard and wrapped the scarf around her wrist. He placed the loose end into her palm. “I did not tie it so if you let go you’ll be free and I’ll be very disappointed.” Once she complied, he did the same with her right.

Her breathing had accelerated, her eyes had dilated and her nipples had hardened. If Teague was reading her correctly, she was both anxious and aroused. Perfect.

“Why did you say no to a blindfold?”

“I… I want to know what’s happening.” A moment later she added, “Sir.”

“Even though you’re bound and can do nothing to stop it?”

It looked like the air had frozen in her lungs. She squeezed her thighs together then exhaled sharply.

“Legs open.”

She jumped under his touch and hurried to comply. “Yes, Sir.”

Teague brought his Wartenberg Wheel into her view. He made sure that the candlelight bounced off the needle-like spines. “So, you want to watch this travel down your skin?”

She squeaked and he bit back a chuckle. Channy was a true delight. He wished he could spend more than just one night with her.

He first touched the underside of her arm then drew it down her side before making a U-turn and heading back. In a zigzag motion, he crossed her tummy then made wide circles around her breasts. He slowed and began closing the circles, heading toward her peak.

Channy’s mouth opened ever so slightly as she groaned and cooed. Never taking her eyes off the wheel, she tightened her hold on the scarf still wrapped around her wrists.

“Yes, I like you watching. Are you imagining how the spines will feel as they crisscross your nipple?” He held the wheel still and waited for her answer.

Her gaze jumped from his face to the wheel and back again.

“Don’t.” She shook her head.

He couldn’t keep the grin from his face. God, his cock was aching to be buried inside her. “You have a safe word and ‘don’t’ isn’t it.” With his left hand he pushed a finger inside her then pulled it out and showed her. “Your body doesn’t want me to stop.”

Careful to only glaze over the surface, he wheeled up and over her peak.

Channy screamed and panted telling Teague she was feeling the adrenaline rush. A moment later, she smiled and blushed a crimson red. “I liked that.”

“And you’ll like this too.” He drove it back over her peak and headed straight to the juncture between her legs.

She brought her thighs together, but he held them apart. “Open.” He dropped his voice an octave and wiped the grin off his face.

As Channy groaned and Teague felt her grow wetter, his need to be inside her became too much to ignore. He brought the wheel near her mound and she tensed.

“You don’t believe me.” He infused a touch of amusement into his tone.

“I’m afraid,” she whispered, darting looks between him and the spines nearing her clit.

Her admission surprised him. He’d already known she was afraid, but he hadn’t thought she would verbalize it to him. A few more chinks of his armor fell away.

“A little fear adds to the fun, don’t you think?”

“No!”

He laughed. “Yes, you do.”

Channy made a squealing sound but held perfectly still as he rolled the wheel across her mound then along the lips of her labia and back up and down the other side.

She started panting when he began the circuit again.