Heart of Steele (13 page)

“Um, chocolate?” She knew what he was looking
for, but she wanted to see what he’d do.

He swatted her ass, harder this time,
alternating two smacks on each cheek. “Wrong answer. Try
again.”

So, he was taking this seriously. She’d play
along. “I like being tied to your bed. I like hearing your voice
but not seeing you.”

“Am I that ugly?” He had a lighter tone to
his voice this time.

“Like a troll.” She smiled.

It earned her six more spankings. These
started to sting, and her cheeks felt hot, but the more he spanked,
the wetter she became between her legs.

“How many can you take, sugar?”

Was he asking her for her limit? She had no
idea. But she knew how to get him to relieve the ache in her slit.
“I want as many as you need to give me before you’re ready to prop
up my ass on pillows and slide your big, hard cock into my wet
pussy.”

“Damn, Tracy. You don’t play fair.”

Arching her back, she tipped her ass up,
keeping her legs together. “We can make up our own rules.”

“Hell.” The bed jiggled and he was behind her
lifting her hips and spreading her knees with his thighs. He ran
his hands over her legs, hips, up her back, then down to her ass.
He rained a half dozen smacks on her cheeks then squeezed them in
his hands.

The desire that spiked from his touch raced
to her core, causing contractions deep inside her and running
tingles down to her pussy lips.

He kissed her left cheek, then her right one.
“Your skin is so hot.” He licked her ass cheek. “Burns my
tongue.”

Her hips jerked, wanting him to lick her
everywhere.

He slid a finger to her anal circle and
rubbed, ran a trail with another finger down her cheek to slide
into her slit.

The combination had her hips bucking, her
canal clamping tight around his big finger.

“You’re wet for me.” He removed his hands and
she heard the rip of foil. Seconds later, his cock head rubbed
against her opening. “Wet and ready, aren’t you, sugar.”

She tried to lean back, to take him inside,
but he slapped her ass.

“I’m in charge, Tracy. You’ll do what I want
when I want it.”

The strength in his voice sent shimmers of
lust to her belly. “Yes, sir.” It felt right giving him power over
her.

“You can call me that when we do this, but I
don’t want it when we’re not playing. I want us to be equals.”

There he went again, talking like there was
going to be a long-term for them. “What about when I have you tied
up and start whaling the hell out of your ass with a paddle?”

He laughed and the whole bed shook. “That
ain’t never gonna happen, sugarbeet, so don’t worry about it.” His
cock head pushed a little further into her opening. “I’ll always be
in charge.”

“You think so?” She loved teasing him, but
loved goading him into showing her how much he wanted her even
more.

“I know so.” He slid his cock into her,
slowly. “Say it. Say I’ll always be in charge.”

She wanted him to thrust into her so badly,
she’d say anything. “Always, Steele. You’ll always be in
charge.”

“Good girl.” He pulled his cock from her
pussy and slammed back in, burying himself completely in her. He
groaned.

She cried out and her core clenched around
his length. Her nipples tightened and she squirmed to rub them on
the sheets.

Steele smacked her cheeks once each, then
began pistoning into her. “So fucking tight. Like you’re pulling me
deeper, won’t let me out.”

Rocking her body, she met his pumping with a
slam of her hips against his. This felt more raw, more primal than
any of their other sexual positions, and she let herself get wild.
Her nipples rubbed on the sheets, her body slammed into his with as
much force as he thrust into hers.

“Goddamn.” He breathed for long moments.
“Fucking goddamn.”

Despite her fuzzy brain, she thought how
funny it was that he swore during sex. His balls slapped against
her mound and she almost released her cuffs so she could touch her
clit.

Steele pressed a digit against her anal
opening and circled, pressing down.

The muscle tenderness from the day before
worked to give her the same pleasurable ache she’d loved so much.
Shivers raced from her belly up her spine then back down again. Her
brain thickened and slowed, reaching for the climax she craved.

“Aw, sugar.” He reached around and found her
clit, pinching it between his thumb and finger.

She went under, her mind diving beneath the
surface, darkness blanketing her until her only sensation was
Steele pumping into her cunt. Waves of fire washed through her,
tingling along her skin and popping beads of sweat on her
forehead.

He worked her clit, teased her anus, and
pounded into her to a rhythm that matched her heartbeat. Slowly she
surfaced, her hearing coming back as she caught the sound of
Steele’s breathing, fast and fierce. Then the smell of musky sex
hit her. She let out a tiny whimper.

He released her clit, slowed his strokes on
her anus, and pulled his cock out of her spasming hole. She felt
empty. “No, Steele, not yet.”

“We’re not done. Not by a country mile,
sugar.” He picked her up and turned her to lie on her back. The
chain attached to her wrists tightened and the blindfold slid up.
He pulled it off her. “I want you to see me, Tracy.” He parted her
legs with his thighs and pushed his shaft deep inside her core. “I
want you to see who’s making love with you.”

“Steele.” Wrapping her legs around his hips,
she moved with him.

He pressed her down with his body, pushed his
hands under her shoulders and grasped her. He possessed her
completely.

The slow slide of his cock inside her, the
brush of his chest hair on her nipples, the way his eyes stayed
locked with hers; how could she ever live without this? How could
she be happy without him? Damn him, he made her want more than she
could have.

A slow, rolling climax shifted through her
and she held her breath as she sank into darkness, her body
reaching higher for every lovely second of this pleasure

“Tracy.” He whispered it then closed his eyes
and pumped harder, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he stiffened
and came, shooting his seed into the condom, deep inside her. Long
moments passed as he thrust into her, taking everything he needed
from her, and giving her more than she could ever accept.

Watching as his face showed pure bliss, she
melted and flowed beneath him, softly regaining her senses.

Opening his eyes again, he kissed her, easy
and slow, just a taste for both of them. After pulling his cock
from her and dealing with the condom, he released her wrists with a
flick of his hand and rolled them both until he lay on his back and
she rested on top of him.

Her body was lifeless as she lay panting, her
ear pressed to his chest over his thudding heart.

They were quiet. The emotions of the moment,
the impact of the connection they’d just experienced, needed no
words. His fingers played with a lock of her hair.

Lost in her thoughts, she lay content, warmed
by his heat. What would happen when the PR people figured out how
to handle the video of her striking Steele? Would he drive her back
to LA? Would he ask to see her again, or was this just an affair of
convenience for him, too? Too? Yeah, that’s what it was supposed to
be for her. What it would end up being scared the hell out of
her.

His stomach rumbled.

She stacked her hands on his chest and rested
her chin on them. “I heard that.” She smiled.

He looked at her, a slight frown on his face,
as if he couldn’t figure out something important.

“Let me make you breakfast.” She tickled the
bottom of his foot with her toes.

He jerked his foot away. “A big-ass
breakfast?”

She found his other foot and tickled that
one, too. “As big as you want, ticklish.”

“With leftovers from last night?” He bent his
knees and laid his ankles over hers, pinning her feet to the
bed.

“Sure.” She reached down and tickled his
ribs.

He jumped and grabbed her hand. “Stop it. Men
aren’t supposed to be ticklish.”

“Who says?” She slid her other hand down but
he caught it and held both her hands behind her back.

“It just ain’t sexy, and if you don’t stop,
I’m gonna have to keep you tied up in here indefinitely.”

The visual sent a naughty chill through her.
“Promise?”

Steele sat at the kitchen counter facing the
most amazing breakfast he’d ever had. Tracy had made hash out of
the leftover roast beef, fried potato patties from the mashed
potatoes, and she poured mashed berries on top of pieces of her
cake. Add in the fresh squeezed orange juice and coffee strong
enough to brand cattle with, and he was in culinary heaven.

His cell phone rang in his bedroom. Tracy
heard it and lifted her brows. “Need to get that?”

He shook his head. He knew who was calling.
Last night, when he’d brought her to his bed, he’d turned off his
phone, and this morning there was a message from his PR people.
They’d come up with a solution to the crisis, and he needed to call
them back right away. Hell, he’d come up with the solution as he
and Tracy had been driving out of LA.

All they needed to do was add Tracy’s whole
rant, plus her right cross to his chin, to the video. He didn’t
suggest it right away, though. He’d wanted to get her alone and
keep her here for a spell.

“It’s not important.” If he answered it,
they’d probably have him driving to LA this morning, and he wasn’t
ready to leave yet. Wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Tracy.

He patted his gut as he helped clear the
dishes. “Gonna need to exercise this off.” He glanced outside.
Clouds still hung low, but only a few flurries tumbled through the
air. “How about a nice, cold ride?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is this a new sex
position?”

He couldn’t help but laugh. “You wish,
sugarbeet.” He smacked her butt as he passed her. “Snowmobile. We
can go up the mountain a ways. The trails are easy.”

“Sure.” She pressed the buttons to start the
dishwasher. “What do I wear, though?”

Taking her hand, he led her to a door next to
the one to the garage. He opened it to show her the dozens of
jackets, snowpants, boots, gloves, and helmets in the big mudroom.
Every size was available, from toddler to his own.

“Wow. Your whole family must love the
snow.”

“They do. Don’t get much in our part of
Texas.”

She pulled her hair into a low ponytail and
slipped the hairband from her wrist to hold it in place. “Where do
I start?”

He pointed to a pair of ice blue snowpants.
“Start with those, then boots, jacket, gloves, and I’ll help you
with a helmet.”

Rubbing her hands together, she padded to the
hook with the snowpants, and got busy dressing.

Steele tugged on his pants, boots, and coat,
and when he heard her swooshing toward him, he turned.

The pants were too short, but about three
sizes too big around, and the red coat she choose was thick and
warm, but made her arms stick out to the sides.

He laughed.

“Honey,” she sang. “Does this outfit make me
look fat?”

He roared with laughter, and had to sit down
on the bench.

She did a runway model’s walk away from him,
then a quick turn and strolled back to him, the slippery fabric
swooshing loudly.

Steele couldn’t stop laughing.

Tracy giggled. “If you even try to take a
picture of me, I’ll sue.”

He held up his hands, still chuckling. “No
problem there.” He stretched his legs out and leaned back against
the wall. “C’mere.”

Her smile turned wicked and she looked at him
from the corner of her eye. “Can’t resist a girl in a puffy suit,
huh?” She did her best sexy walk toward him, which had him laughing
again.

She climbed on his lap, one knee on each side
of him on the bench.

“You’re adorable with all these extra
inches.” He took fistfuls of her coat.

“I’ll probably have a few of those after the
meals we’ve been eating.”

“We’re burning more calories than we’re
taking in.” He kissed her and pressed his forehead to hers. “In the
bedroom.”

“Mm. I like that kind of exercise.”

He’d love to rip off everything she’d put on
and take her here on a pile of winter outerwear, but he wanted her
to see the mountain, too. Sliding her across his body, he sat her
on the bench. “Let’s find some boots for you.”

****

Thirty minutes later, Steele pulled his
snowmobile to a stop at the farthest corner of his land.

Tracy pulled up next to him and they cut
their engines.

The quiet was a relief from the whining of
the motors. He tugged off his helmet and stood, saw she had hers
off, and helped her up.

“Here’s where my land ends.” He pointed to
red paint circling a few of the trees.

“No fences?” She looked around.

“No. The wildlife needs to run free up here.
I employ a security company and they’ve got sensors and cameras up
here, but I haven’t had any problems yet with trespassers.”

He took her arm and brought her to an open
area, then turned her so she could look down the valley.

It was a different view than the one from the
cabin, but just as beautiful.

“Steele. This is wonderful.” Her head
swiveled as she took in the vista. The ski slopes, the lake, the
town. It had been his second choice for cabin location. After a few
minutes, she walked into the flat field of pristine snow. “Have you
ever played cut the pie?”

“No.” The only kind of pie he could think of
right now was... “Is that some kind of new sex position?”

She laughed and started walking away from
him, around the edge of the field. “No. It’s an outdoor game.”
Turning to him, she pointed to the trail she’d made through the
snow. “Follow me. We’re making a circle.”