Full Circle (33 page)

“So do you.” He gave her hand a light tug.
“Now, come on, let’s get out of here, and I’ll teach you how sexy
you can be when there’s a dirty movie on in the background.”

“Another lesson?” she said as he opened the
door.

“If you want to think of it that way.” He led
her down the hall. “But I choose to think we’re beyond lessons.
Now . . .” He stopped abruptly and pushed her back
against the wall, driving his hands up the front of her shirt until
he grasped the scalloped lace cups of her bra and peeled them away
from her breasts. Her nipples budded instantly against his palms as
he squeezed them, making her gasp.

“Mark!”

“Now, we’re exploring,” he said, finishing
his thought.

She moaned against his mouth as he claimed
her lips, tonguing her until she gave way and allowed him in.

The sounds of laughter rang up the stairs
from the party. Music and chatter echoed up and down the walls. At
any moment, someone could come along and see them. Maybe another
couple searching for a private corner would steal away upstairs and
find them there, locked in their own passionate moment.

The thought alone was enough to supercharge
his arousal to the point he dragged her open collar down to expose
one of her breasts.

She writhed against the wall, gripping a
handful of his hair as he ducked and closed his mouth around her
nipple.

“Mark, oh my God, Mark . . .
what if someone sees us?”

A rush of heat flooded his blood at the idea.
“Let them.”

“But . . .”

He sucked her nipple, releasing it with a
pop, then stood and straightened her clothing, covering her again.
“Don’t worry. Tonight’s about your fantasy, not mine.” He cleared
his throat and gently pulled her away from the wall. She seemed a
bit unsteady on her feet, so he gave her a moment to gather
herself. “But I would like to talk about mine again someday soon,
if you’re still open to them.”

She bit her lip. “Yes.”

“You are?”

She nodded. “Yeah, why?”

“I just . . . we haven’t
talked about them since I brought them up, so I wasn’t sure.”

Her cheeks colored as she smiled. “I’m
interested. I just needed some time to, you know, do a little
research.”

He grinned. “Research?” Wow, he’d been so
off-base with his assumptions. He’d gotten bent out of shape over
nothing.

“Well, yeah.” She ran her hands down his
chest and rested them on the sides of his waist. “You hit me with
some stuff I’ve never heard of or done before.” Then she gave him a
flirty look and said, “And my teacher likes me to study up on new
things before I try them, so that’s what I’ve been doing.”

He narrowed his eyes. “Ah, yes, your teacher.
Something tells me he’d be pleased to hear this.”

She rose on her tiptoes and gave him a sweet
kiss. “I hope so,” she said against his lips.

He kissed her back then eased his arm around
her, his hand at the small of her back. “Come on, let’s get back to
the hotel before I take you back to my old bedroom.” He bobbed his
head down the hall then ushered her toward the stairs.

They briefly returned to the party, wished
his parents a good night, and then Henry retrieved their coats as
the valet brought around his car.

Sexual tension hung over them the entire
drive back to the hotel, but thirty minutes later, after a steamy
kiss in the parking garage, one elevator ride filled with
suggestive glances and coy touches, and a firm caress of her firm
ass as he unlocked their door with his other hand, they were once
again alone.

The moment the door shut behind them, he spun
her toward the wall and slammed her against it, bending to grab her
just under the curve of her bottom, hoisting her off the floor. Her
legs wrapped around his hips, her arms clamping around his
shoulders.

“Do we even need the movie?” she said,
rolling her hips forward on a moan.

Holding her with one arm, he pressed the
other against the wall, dry humping her. “No, but we’re going to
watch one, anyway.” He wasn’t going to shortchange her fantasy. Not
when so many possibilities could unfold in the aftermath.

Hopefully, this would open the way toward
living out more of both their fantasies. That’s what he wanted, for
them to enter a new level of trust and openness with one
another.

“You’re going to drive me crazy,” she said,
dropping her head back so he could lave her neck.

“But it’s a good crazy.”

Her forearm wrapped around his head. “God,
yes.”

After expending the initial rush of sexual
energy, Mark gave her one final kiss and stepped away from the
wall. She unwound her legs and found her footing a moment
later.

God, he was torqued. If he wasn’t so
committed to acting out her fantasy, he would have abandoned the
dirty movie and taken her that instant, but he was nothing if not a
connoisseur of pleasure, and he refused to rush anything he could
savor instead.

“Why don’t you take a relaxing bath while I
check out our options,” he suggested, nodding toward the large flat
screen hanging on the wall.

Her eyebrows lifted curiously. “A bath? You
want me to take a bath?”

He reached around and patted her on the
bottom. “Just setting the mood.”

The corners of her mouth curled upward. “Even
now, you’re such a planner.”

He caressed her kiss-swollen lips with his
thumb, enjoying the way they bunched then parted on a breathy
exhale as she leaned toward him, taking his thumb into her mouth.
Her tongue swirled around it, the suction awakening a lusty ache in
the pit of his stomach.

“You’re trying to distract me,” he said
softly, bending his neck until their foreheads tapped together. His
gaze remained glued to the way her rosy lips tightened around the
base of his thumb, the same way it would around his cock.

He moaned, swallowed, forced himself to
breathe.

Then she pulled away, releasing his thumb
with a naughty grin. “I think I’ll take that bath now and leave you
to ponder your obsession with planning.” She winked then spun and
disappeared into the bathroom, leaving him with a straining
erection and the lively awareness they were about to venture into
yet another arena of their evolving relationship.

Chapter 19

Your body is the church where Nature asks to be
reverenced.

-Marquis de Sade

When Karma reentered the room, wearing nothing but
her robe and smelling like vanilla soap, all the lights were off
and Mark was sitting on the white love seat by the window
overlooking the city of Chicago. He was wearing nothing but a pair
of black briefs, his gaze turned toward the view outside.

“You sitting all alone out here in the dark?”
She pattered barefoot across the carpet.

His gaze slid to hers, one corner of his
mouth lifting in a cool grin. It was
The Look
times a
hundred, and it sent a hot ripple down her back to land squarely
between her legs.

Patting the cushion beside him with one hand,
he raised the TV remote in the other, aiming it at the flat screen.
A moment later, the screen came to life. She joined him, her nerves
fluttering as she sat beside him while he pushed a couple of
buttons until the movie he’d selected started.

“What are we watching?” she asked as he set
the remote on the table and wrapped his arm around her
shoulders.

His dark eyes twinkled when he turned to look
at her. “Does it matter?”

Heat flooded her cheeks. “No.”

It wasn’t that she’d never watched a porno.
She wasn’t
that
innocent. But what little porn she had
watched had been in private. Something about watching an X-rated
movie with someone else felt weird. Almost too personal. Like she
should be doing this alone.

“So, we’re just supposed to sit here
and—”

“Ssshhh.” He held his index finger in front
of his lips then pointed to the screen. “The movie’s on. No
talking.” The playful yet carnal shadows in his eyes made it clear
he didn’t care whether she talked or not.

She smirked and swallowed a giggle, turning
her attention to the screen.

The movie started simply enough, as most
pornos do. And from what she could tell, the loose plot to dress up
all the sex was about a trio of friends on vacation whose car
breaks down at night in a small Texas town. Oh, but wait. There
just so happens to be an auto shop within walking distance where
three hot, tattooed mechanics are on duty.

Once the hot guys towed the car into their
garage, it didn’t take long for the action to start as couples
paired off.

When the sex grew intense, Karma refused to
look at Mark. She could feel him watching her. Feel his gaze
focused intently on her instead of the movie.

“Why are you watching me like that?” she
eventually asked, fidgeting.

When he spoke, his voice purred quietly over
every syllable. “Because I like watching how turned on you’re
getting.”

She swallowed as the man on the screen
flipped the woman to her stomach and penetrated her with enough
force to shove her forward at least two feet, sending her sprawling
on the bed—yes, this autoshop had an upstairs loft, complete with a
king size bed. Go figure.

But what made warmth bloom between her legs
was the aggressive way the man fucked the woman. This was hardcore
sex. Abandoned sex. The kind of fucking that left a woman
internally bruised but in such a delicious way. A way that left no
doubt she’d been fucked by a man driven by his own pleasure.
Something about such impulsive, uninhibited wantonness sent Karma’s
arousal into the atmosphere.

Mark’s breathing had grown heavy, and his
erection tented his briefs. He was no longer watching the movie,
but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still experiencing its effects.

Or maybe watching her was what got him so
hot.

“So . . . how do I look when
I’m turned on? Does it excite you?” she whispered, still unable to
look at him but growing more aroused by the second.

He leaned closer, gently pushing the lapel of
her robe to the side, exposing her breast. “Very.” He let out a
heavy, tremulous breath that washed over her shoulder.

She glanced at the flat screen, staring at
the way the muscles in the man’s arms bulged as he held himself
above the woman, his hips rolling and thrusting at a bruising,
rapid cadence. The woman cried out, her hands curled into tight
fists around wads of bedsheets, straining the fabric as she held
tight, back arched, ass in the air, her cheeks rippling with every
powerful thrust.

She wanted Mark to take her like that. Hard,
almost reckless. Just once, she wanted to feel what such licentious
fucking felt like. Mark always catered to her pleasure. Always made
sex more about her gratification than his own. Not that he didn’t
enjoy himself. He did. And the sex was incredible. But just once,
she wanted to be fucked like the woman on the screen. To know what
Mark felt like when he selfishly took her for his own enjoyment. If
she got off, great. If not, he’d get her off next time.

Mark bent and kissed the top of her breast.
“Do you like what he’s doing to her?” Mark murmured, brushing his
fingers over her nipple.

“Y-yes.” She licked her lips, her eyelids
falling halfway closed.

“What’s so exciting about it?” He trailed his
tongue down to her nipple and swirled it in a circle, coaxing her
flesh into a tight peak.

She placed her hand on the back of his head,
her chest heavily rising and falling. “How rough he is.”

His teeth nipped her budded nipple. “You like
it rough?”

“Yes,” she whispered, trying to focus on the
action taking place on the TV, but increasingly falling prey to
Mark’s ministrations.

The truth was she didn’t know if she liked it
rough or not. The only way she’d been taken that way was in Saint
Lucia, on the yacht, when she and Mark had engaged in role-play
sex. But she’d loved the hell out of that, so it was a safe bet she
did, in fact, like it rough.

“How rough?”

She moaned as he pushed her hair aside and
brushed his lips over the side of her neck then raked his teeth
over the same area.

“This rough?” He scraped her neck with his
teeth again, harder this time, as he tightened his grip on her
breast. Then he bit her. Not hard enough to draw blood, but hard
enough to make her sharply suck in her breath.

Her head fell back and heat exploded between
her legs. Somehow she managed to make a noise that resembled
“Uh-huh.”

Rough was nice. Very nice.

“Or,” he said, drawing the word out, “This
rough?” In one fluid motion, he whipped his arm around her waist,
yanked her onto his lap, and forced her robe open. Grabbing the
waist tie, he pulled it free of the belt loops, swung it around
her, and tied her wrists behind her back, confining her.

The next moment his mouth closed over her
nipple, teeth bared, and she cried out, throwing her head back
again.

“Is this how rough you like it?” He sucked
her nipple, tugging it between his teeth.

She nodded urgently.
“Yes . . .” She gasped as he gripped her hips and
yanked her forward as he thrust against her. “God, yes!”

He nodded over her shoulder to the TV. “Does
my prisoner want to be taken like that?” She didn’t need to see
what was happening in the movie. The sounds of hard fucking made it
clear.

But they were also back to acting out his
kidnapper fantasy. Nice. Now they could enjoy both their fantasies
at the same time.

“Y-yes.”

Using her tied arms as a lever, he yanked her
haphazardly off his lap, stood, spun her around, and tossed her
facedown on the bed. She bounced, and the hem of her robe flipped
up to reveal her naked bottom. With her hands bound, there was
nothing she could do to cover herself. Nothing she could do but lie
there, exposed, and lift her head to watch him peel out of his
briefs and snag a condom from the drawer of the bedside table.