End Game (15 page)

I try to warm her up the best I can, running my hands down her arms. Her body stirs against mine; she slips her hand into my jacket and touches my waist.

“Thank you so much for this. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”

It’s hard to describe the fluttering feeling in my chest when she smiles at me. This wasn’t what I set out to do. I don’t want to feel anything but desire for her, but now it’s muddled with something tender.

“I had fun, too.”

“I didn’t expect you to go to all this trouble. I thought we’d go to a restaurant or something. It was really sweet of you.”

The open trust in her face makes me feel guilty. I shouldn’t take advantage of her naiveté. Maybe I should have just given her what she expected, so that she wouldn’t get too attached to me.

At least Jack will be pleased.

I could give a fuck.

Her rosy-colored cheeks darken as I let out a chuckle. “Sweet? I think you’ve got the wrong guy.”

“Stop pretending. You’ve acted like a complete gentleman this entire time.”

I lean in and whisper into her hair. “We haven’t gone back to your apartment yet.” I plant a kiss on her neck, my teeth grazing her soft skin. “I won’t be so gentlemanly when I get your clothes off, I promise.”

Her whole body runs with a shiver that I’m not entirely sure is from cold. The wet dress clings even more tightly to her like a second skin. I can see the outline of her bra and her nipples, hard with cold, poking through the bra. Damn, it’s a sexy look.

She turns her head, staring at me with wide eyes. “Can I trust you? I mean, you won’t hurt me, will you?”

My fingers bite into her shoulder. “Not unless you ask for it.”

“You’ll have to do everything—I mean, I’m used to being in control, but somehow that terrifies me right now. Can you do that?”

I understand her. She lacks confidence. That’s fine, because I have plenty. Many women have told me that I’m a great fuck. Their compliments could have been bullshit, but if it was, I wouldn’t have to block so many of their numbers.

“Yes. Definitely. I’ll tell you what to do. All you have to do is obey.”

This time her chest flushes red, and I can almost see the same heat in her eyes. “Let’s go to my place.”

* * *

She talks incessantly on the way up to her apartment. Mostly to herself as a distraction from her nerves. Her hands tremble when she unlocks her apartment door, and I grasp her hand to still it, turning it for her.

A shaky laugh leaves her lips, and my cock hardens, despite the fact that I’m wearing wet, freezing clothes. The air in her apartment is warm, and I step inside gratefully. I shut the door behind us and slide the bolt home. Wide, fearful blue eyes watch me, waiting for me to make a move.

There’s something about this silence that makes me hard as fuck. I’m finally alone with her. She’s all mine to play with. No distractions.

Fuck yes. I’m so goddamn happy.

Her lips twitch into something resembling a smile. She’s still too nervous to breathe. It’s hot as hell. It’s not that I want the girls I fuck to be afraid of me, but this is a license to do whatever I want with her. She’ll do what I want to please me. Because I scare her. Because of the power I hold over her.

I take her small hand in mine and lead her into the living room. She obeys my pressure without thinking, her hand already soaked with sweat. “When was the last time you had sex?”

She turns her head away, her cheeks flaming red at the mere word. “It’s been a long time.”

“A couple months?”

The apartment echoes with her harsh laughter. “Way longer than that.”

Years?

A low whistle blows out of my mouth. “How did that happen?”

Her thumb rubs the back of my hand, and she gives me an anxious look. “I’ve been so busy learning my dad’s business, and my brother would always scare off any guys I introduced to Dad.”

A ripple of anger moves through my body. What an asshole.

“But you weren’t scared of him.” Her hair falls over her shoulders as she looks up at my face, beaming.

She really thinks of me as a goddamn hero. I wrap my fingers in her silky hair and bring her face closer to mine. Then I kiss her, and that breathless feeling almost takes over. My fingers move to her gorgeous neck, and her shoulders. I play with her dress’ flimsy strap, and then I end the kiss, noticing how red her face is.

Stay in control.

“We should think of a safe word.”

“No,” she breathes. “I don’t want one.”

What? That’s a first. “Why?”

“Cause I’m afraid I’ll use it right away. Please, Joe—just do whatever you want.”

Just do whatever you want.

Jesus Christ.

Fine, then. I will. I’ll fuck her until she screams for mercy. She doesn’t know how dangerous telling me that is, and she can’t take it back.

My hands curl into her hair, massaging the back of her head. Her eyes roll into her head. I have to—I have to
at least
warn her.

“You’re sure about this? You might regret it.”

“Why?”

“I might be too rough for you to handle.”

She bites her lip and thinks about that for a moment, and then she nods. “Yes, I’m sure.”

All right.

I could just take her to the bed and fuck her hard, but where’s the fun in that? I sit down on the couch and look at the girl in the short red dress, her nipples still perky from the cold. She watches me with a timid smile.

“Take off your dress.”

Marisa blinks. “Don’t you want to—?”

“Shut the fuck up and take off your dress.”

The heat in my voice seems to spur her into action. She kicks off her heels and reaches down to the hem of her dress, teasing it up her white thighs, over her see-through, black lace panties, up her flat stomach and finally over her matching black bra. The sound of it sliding over her skin makes the blood rush to my cock, and then finally she lifts it over her windswept hair and tosses it next to her.

Everything inside me screams to rip off those panties and fuck her.

I lick my lips. “Now climb on top of me.”

She does it slowly. Her knees straddle my waist and her tits are against my face. Her arms lay over the head of the couch, on either side of me. My heart clenches and releases, beating faster as she leans in and kisses me in between quivering breaths. My hands slide over her smooth thighs and ass. Blood rushes to my face as desire leaps inside me. She slides the jacket off my shoulders and then she grabs my tie, pulling me closer to her.

My hands move up her body, relishing the softness and the warmth glowing through her skin. I love the small gasp she makes when I reach up her back and unclasp her bra. Her tits bounce free and the straps slide down her arms, giving me full view of her smoking-hot body. I grab her tits in my hands, feeling her shuddering sighs through them as her chest pulses.

What a marvel it is, the female body—especially hers. She makes my dick hard without even trying. A tingling sensation spreads over my skin. She brushes my hair back and leans into me, her small lips firmly pressed against mine. My hands flatten against her breasts.
Goddamn.

I raise my palm up her chest and over the sharp edges of her collarbone. Then I grab a fistful of her hair and pull her away from me. She looks at me, wide-eyed, her lips parted. Marisa is on the cusp of asking me for more.

I haven’t had sex in months. Months. How the fuck did I ever survive?

“Lay down, sweetheart.”

Looking apprehensive, she shifts on my lap, making my cock jump in my pants. Then she slowly lies down on the couch. I squeeze her legs before sliding out from under her to stand up.

Marisa’s body lays below me, the shadows in the living room curving around her body, casting half her beautiful face in darkness. Dark gold hair splays out on the couch. I admire her for a moment, sinking down to my knees to drink her in. I run my hand over her smooth abdomen, and her skin quivers.

Those tits.

Those hips.

All mine.

I want them in my mouth. The couch makes a sound as I lean forward, splaying my hands on her breasts. Her chest blossoms with red and she bites her lips, a small moan easing out of her lips.

“You’re mine, do you understand?”

No, I can tell that she doesn’t.

“Every inch of your body belongs to me tonight.”

I grab ahold of her erect nipples and I pinch them hard. She arches her back and utters a small whimper. I kneel down and lean over her body. My mouth envelops her breast, tongue swirling around her nipple. Marisa arches her back again and grabs my head, uttering sounds that send jolts of electricity to my cock. I squeeze her hard, addicted to her soft flesh. She’s so fucking hot.

And mine.

And the whole world will know it.

I seize a mouthful of her breast and bite down. She bucks underneath me and squeals in pain but I don’t stop until I’m sure I’ve left a mark. I pull back from her shaking body and I see red teeth marks on the side of her breast. It’ll leave a nice bruise. Looking down her flawless body, I see dozens of areas where I could leave a mark. Jesus.

I look at her flushed face. “The next time you squirm, I’ll punish you.”

Leaning over her again, I kiss the red mark, loving how her blood flushes to the surface. The stubble on my cheek scrapes her skin, and her skin trembles, anticipating the bite. God, I love her body. It’s getting harder and harder not to lose control and fuck her senseless.

My lips fasten over the area beneath her breasts. Her body tenses under my hands, but I only kiss her.

“Joe—
please
.”

Hearing her voice filled with that urgent tone makes me want to grab my cock. Release. It wants release.

No.

Yes.

Fuck.

My hands grope her body as a trembling energy seizes hold of me. I kiss a brutal trail down her abdomen. I bite hard again, and she twists and yelps. She sits up and I grab her shoulders to shove her down, but she’s irresistible. I kiss her panting lips while she undoes my shirt and rips it down my shoulders. Then she attacks me, her tits flush against my naked chest. Our warm bodies joined together. Oh, fuck. I can’t hold off much longer.

I sit down on the couch and yank her body over my legs, so that her smooth ass is under my hands.

“I want to hear you count how many times I spank you.”

“Okay.”

I smile to myself. Fuck. Maybe Jack was right about her. All she needed was a good fuck, and she’ll be mine. If this was all I had to do to get her to listen to me, I would have done it a long time ago.

SMACK!

The snapping sound of my hand spanking her ass echoes in the living room. Blood flushes to her skin.

“One,” she says in a small voice.

My palm smoothes her red cheek, easing the pain of the smack. I’m going to keep going until I see an imprint of my hand on her ass. Her face turns to the side to look at me. I raise my hand again and she flinches.

SMACK!

“Two!” she gasps.

I spank her again, loving the way she jumps in my hands.

“Three.”

The burn from her skin seems to transfer into my palm. The air cracks with the sound of my palm striking her raw flesh, over and over, but she doesn’t move. She gasps out the last number. Finally, I take her shoulders and pull her upright, onto my lap. She turns into my arms, her ass sitting on my rock hard cock.

Her fingers suddenly tighten around my rigid cock, through my slacks. It thickens in her hands as she leans into my chest and kisses my ear. I’m very sensitive there. Her tongue teases right below my ear, under my jaw. She plants a hot kiss there, and then moves along my jaw, making a blazing trail. My heart pounds faster and her fingers tug at my cock. It jumps in her hands.

“Jesus.”

“Joe, you tease me,” she says, an inch from my face.

I can’t.

She gasps as I stand up suddenly, yanking her arms to bring her upright. I had plans for her. I was going to make her suck my cock, and I was going to mark her a bit more—but my plans dissolve in my mind like flesh in acid.

“Hands behind your back.”

She obeys and I spin her around so that her back faces me. Her ass is still bright red from my hand. My arm wraps around her waist and I pin her against me, my cock digging into her ass.

“See what you do to me?”

Slowly, my body barely an inch from hers, I unravel the belt holding my slacks. A shudder runs up her back when she hears my slacks fall. I suck in breath sharply when she reaches behind herself and lightly grazes my cock. I wrap my belt around her wrists and loop it around and around. She whimpers when I thread the belt through the buckle and pull hard.

Now she’s on a leash. Completely helpless.

I turn her around so that she can see me, all of me. Her blue eyes are fogged over, her mouth open as if I tied the belt around her neck. She’s practically panting for me. I touch her hips, tracing my fingers around the delicate hipbones and then over her shaved pussy. It’s incredibly warm to the touch. She opens her little mouth wider when I do that, blushing hard when I dip my hand and stroke her soaking clit.

“So wet for me.” The smirk in my voice makes her blush. “And helpless.” I want to humiliate her. I want her to beg for me, even though I can barely handle having a tied up naked woman at my disposal. Fuck, I want her.

She trembles forward, unsure on her feet. Her head follows me, desperately seeking a kiss. “Are you just going to humiliate me, or are you going to fuck me?”

If only she knew how hard I’m working to keep myself from doing that. “Maybe, if you’re a good girl.”

Her eyes flash. “Enough of this crap.”

Suddenly, I grip her jaw and give her a small slap on her cheek. Not enough to hurt her, but enough to snap her out of this defiance. “You haven’t fucking let go
once.
I told you. I’m in control, now. I decide when I fuck you, and if you want my cock inside your sweet pussy, you’ll have to show me.”

Her voice quakes with anger. “Show you what?”

“Show me how much you want me.”

The anger slowly disappears from her face, or it transforms into fervent desire. She kisses me hard, using her tongue, and then rips herself away from me just as quickly. Then she looks down at my waist and back at me. And smiles.