Obession by Design (6 page)

The
sting had her dancing to get away from the pain, but at the same time the
pleasure coursing through her was like nothing she’d experienced. “More of that
later,” he said. “Move your legs apart a bit wider and arch your back.”

She
did, and then he slipped his dick into her pussy from behind, so slowly and
gently it brought tears to her eyes.
“Ah … so good,
Liane
.
You’re so fucking wet you don’t need lube.
Oh, baby. That is exquisite. Are you okay? Do you like this?”

“Yes.”
Liane
was lost in a sea of familiar yet different
sensations. Emmett wasn’t a small man, and it took a few moments to get used to
his size, and for him to get all the way inside her. Each thrust sent spasms to
her clit, and when he reached around to tease
it,
she
exploded in a crazy orgasm that sent contractions out to her fingers and toes.

“The first of many tonight,
sweetheart.”
Emmett kissed her neck tenderly. “Enjoy it.”

The
first of many?
Her entire body contracted at his words while shivers ran down her spine at the
tone in his voice. And had he really called her
sweetheart
? Was this real?

Emmett
played with her breasts as he fucked her, slipping his hands into her dress
from behind. He kissed her neck, and he caressed her ass cheeks and thighs. His
hands were everywhere, and each thrust grew quicker and more forceful, until
Liane
could do nothing but stand there and take it.

She
became aware of a steady stream of incomprehensible words filling the air and
realized they came from her. His grunting and soft groans were so damn sexy
that she was close to another orgasm. That had never happened. In fact, she’d
never come while Keith was inside her unless one or both of them rubbed her
clit, and even then it hadn’t always worked.

Tears
ran down her cheeks as he nuzzled her neck. “You feel incredible, baby. Are you
okay? Do you like this?”

“I
love it, Emmett. Please don’t stop.”

He
chuckled softly. “I can’t hold on much longer, but I want to feel you come one
more time before I let go.”

That
did it. She moaned loudly as the second climax overtook her, and then Emmett
slammed into her at a crazy speed with and so much force his balls slapped her
pussy with each thrust. When he came, he cried out loudly and jerked several
times inside her, then collapsed over her back, breathing heavily.

She
could feel the sweat on his clothing, and realized he’d done nothing but take
his cock out of his pants. Her dress was still on, although it would likely
need to be washed now. It was so damn sexy that neither one had undressed. It
should feel cheap and sleazy, but it didn’t. She felt sexy and wanton, and
couldn’t wait to fuck him again. This was the most erotic night of her life so
far, and she couldn’t wait to see what else he had in mind for them.

Chapter
Six

Emmett
forced himself to stand up. He was actually dizzy. He hadn’t come that hard in
a while, and he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had sex in the dining
room. But
Liane
had called to him yesterday like a
siren from the moment he’d laid eyes on her. When she’d shown up here tonight,
looking so exquisite, he hadn’t been able to help himself. He’d had to claim
her.

He
shoved his dick back into his pants and zipped up. “Let’s get you to a bathroom
so you can clean up.”

She
glanced around like she wasn’t sure what had just happened, and the gesture was
so endearing his heart gave an odd flutter.
Careful there
.
He handed her the
very pretty underwear, sandals, and laptop bag, then took her arm and led her
down the back hallway and up the stairs to his bedroom.

She
hadn’t said one word about the lavish apartment, and he wondered if she’d even
looked at the décor or any of the pieces he had on display. Most women he
invited over here went on and on about it, so it was refreshing not to have to
listen to the praise tonight.

Yes,
he was very wealthy. Yes, he liked dark, muted colors at home and in the
building where he worked. Yes, he collected antiques. And yes, he had an
impressive collection of swords and daggers, most of which he’d retrieved along
with a procurement team. He also had the battle scars from injuries sustained
in storms they’d barely escaped to prove it.

But
most women didn’t want to hear about that. They saw dollar signs as they walked
through his place, and he knew that. The wanted to talk about how lonely he
must be living by himself in this big place, or how it needed a feminine touch.
They wanted marriage and children, and he knew that, too. Emmett wasn’t against
either. He’d simply never found a woman he could imagine spending his life
with. At forty years old, he was more likely to die in a storm on the Earth’s
surface the next time he went up there to look for something than he was to
find a wife.

And
his parents were hardly role models for marriage or parenting. He’d grown up
listening to them tell him he’d been a mistake, and that they’d only married as
a business arrangement. Hearing your parents tell you things like that didn’t
exactly endear one to the idea of matrimony or the pitter patter of tiny feet.

He
was who he was, but he didn’t hurt anyone being that person. He never led a
woman on or made her believe he wanted more from her. They knew up front what
his intentions were, and he was tired of apologizing for it when things changed
for them. He shouldn’t have to do that, nor should he change simply because
they wanted him to. He accepted every woman with whom he had a relationship
just as she was. He didn’t try to make them into someone they weren’t. Why
couldn’t they accept him as he was, too?

“Your
bedroom smells wonderful. Like vanilla cookies.”

He
smiled. Once again, she hadn’t said one word about the expensive furniture or
the view. She noticed the smell of his candles. He turned her toward him and
kissed her. She dropped her shoes and underwear, and almost dropped her laptop
bag, but he caught it in time. She giggled. “I think I’m punch drunk.”

“I
think you are. Let me put this someplace safe, and then I want to show you my
sunken tub. We can wash each other off.”

“Oh,
I would love that.”

He
placed her shoes, underwear, and laptop bag on a chair, and she wrapped her
arms around him and kissed him. His mouth roamed lazily over hers while he
removed her dress. When he released the kiss, he draped the dress over the rest
of her things and stepped back to admire her body. “You are perfect.”

She
really was. He loved women who had something to hold onto, with large breasts
and curvy hips. She even had a bit of a belly, which he’d always found
endearing. When her arms started to cross over it, he caught her wrists. “No.
Don’t do that. I love the way you look.”

“I’m
sure the women you usually go out with aren’t fat.”

He
stepped closer to her until their noses were nearly touching. “You are not fat.
You are a sexy woman whose body I happen to think belongs in a painting. One
more word about you being fat and I’ll spank you for real. It will hurt, and I
don’t mean in a good way.”

Her
mouth opened, but nothing came out. His cock jumped to attention again when
unmistakable lust filled her eyes.
How
interesting
. He had hoped like crazy she had a kinky streak. That would
make this a lot more enjoyable. He couldn’t wait to help her explore it.

Once
inside his bathroom, he dimmed the lights and turned on music.
Soft jazz this time.
Then he turned on the water to fill the
tub. “The toilet is in there. I’ll give you your privacy.”

She
glanced around at the gold and silver décor, the marble, and the enormous
stained-glass window over the tub, featuring a design from the Middle Ages.
That window had cost him a fortune, and he’d nearly lost his life obtaining it.
“I’m betting there’s a story behind that.”

“There
is. I’ll tell you when we’re in the tub.”

When
she emerged from the other room, he guided her down into the tub and took a
seat, pulling her onto his lap, facing away from him. “Just relax into it,
Liane
. And let me know if it’s too warm.”

“It’s
heavenly.”

He
moved her hair aside and kissed her neck. “Yes, it certainly is.”

Her
giggle made his dick hard to the point of pain. “I meant the water.”

“So
did I, but you are, too.”

“I
can’t believe this is happening to me.”

“Why not?
It’s time you had the kind of
attention you deserve.”

She
didn’t say answer him, but that was all right. He knew this would take some
getting used to on her part. When the tub was as full as he wanted, he shut off
the water and turned on the jets. She moaned softly and leaned back against
him. “So tell me about the window.”

He
held up his right hand. “See these scars?”

She
nodded. “I noticed them earlier.”

“The
edge of that window cut me as it went sailing past our heads in straight line
winds. We chased it across a field for about ten minutes before we finally
caught up to it, and only one tiny corner was damaged.”

She
turned to face him. “Are you kidding me? It has to weigh a ton.”

He
smiled. “About thirty pounds, actually. That’s how strong the winds were.”

“You
went above ground in a wind storm for a
window
?”

“Ah,
come on,
Liane
. Look at it. I mean really look at it.
It was made in the fifteenth century.”

She
gazed at the leaded glass.
“Really?”

“Really.
A friend of mine found it and
emailed me a picture. I had to have it.”

“You
could have died.”

“We
all do one day.”

He
felt her shudder and pulled her close again. “It’s okay. It’s what I do. I like
nice things, and I’d rather help obtain them than sit back and let someone else
have all the fun or do all the work.”

She
snuggled against his body, and he was ready to fuck her again. She had a
powerful effect on him that he found unnerving but delicious at the same time.
Who was he to argue with his hormones?

“I
can’t imagine doing that. You’re so much braver than I am.”

“I
can’t imagine going through what you did. Don’t you think that took an enormous
amount of bravery on your part?”

“I
suppose so. At the time I didn’t feel brave. I simply felt overwhelmed.”

He
stroked her damp hair. “When I go above ground I don’t feel brave. I feel
alive
. I’m battling the very elements
that have driven us all under the earth and turned us into moles. I’m giving
them the finger, so to speak.”

“When
you put it that way, I can understand you wanting to go up there.”

“What
about you? What would you search for if you could go up there with a
procurement team?”

She
sighed out loud. “Wow.
So many things.”

“Like
what? Tell me.”

“Well,
I suppose if I’m aiming as high as possible, I’d love something uniquely
Celtic. You know, like a shield or a dagger they used in battle, or some statue
or piece of pottery that was symbolic. Both sides of my family can trace their
roots back to the Celtic people, and at one time I almost majored in ancient
cultures instead of IT.”

He
stroked her hair and back. “There are still artifacts like that to find, if you
know where to look.”

She
laughed softly. “Sure. Let’s go. We can hop a plane to Ireland, right?”

Emmett
reached under her arms and grasped her breasts gently. “Actually we can, but it
wouldn’t be a commercial jet. It would likely have to dodge storms all the way
across the Atlantic, using radar from the twentieth century because the even
though the satellites are still orbiting Earth, accessing them is hit and miss.
The same hackers who screwed up The Madeline Project also fucked up the weather
satellites.”

He
teased her nipples with his fingers until she moaned softly. “Then we’d have to
land the plane, and hope to dodge yet more storms as we made our way to caves or
excavation sites where others are searching for the same things.”

Her
moans were loud now. She threw her head back, her eyelids fluttering, and
Emmett realized he’d never seen any woman look so taken by ecstasy. Her reactions
were pure. Nothing contrived or exaggerated. He wondered if she’d ever had sex
with any men besides her husband or that sleazy attorney.

“Then,
if we were lucky enough to find such a rare piece, we’d have to repeat the
process and bring it back here.”

“Have
you done this more than once? I mean retrieve items.”

“Yes.
Many times.”
Emmett moved his hand between her legs,
and shivered at the way she cried out in pleasure. He flicked her clit. “Each
time I go up there, I find something worth the trip, and I usually end up with
a new scar or two for my troubles.”

“It’s
the thrill of the chase, isn’t it?” she asked, her voice all breathy. “Just
like the Storm Troopers. They do the same thing because they love the
challenge.”

“Yes,”
he whispered, kissing her neck.
“Exactly.
The same way
you love the challenge of uncovering something hidden in code, or discovering
how to write it to make a program do exactly what you want it to do.”

“Emmett
…
make
love to me again. Please.”

He
couldn’t have refused her anything at that point in time. This girl would be
his undoing. He knew that as surely as he knew his own name, and he didn’t mind
at all. In fact, he welcomed it.

****

Liane
felt like she was floating in
the tub, tucked between Emmett’s legs, his fingers working their magic on her
clit. The orgasm was slow, long, and sweet. She moaned continuously as it
washed over her, filling her senses with the most delicious peace and longing
for more. Before it finished, he lifted her up and then lowered her pussy over
his dick. She had no idea cocks could stay so hard underwater, but his
certainly was.

She
still faced away from him, and had never had sex like this, but it was
exquisite. At this angle, each thrust massaged that spot way up inside her that
kept the climax going. He held onto her hips and moved her up and down, and
then she was off him and in his arms, facing him.

Liane
kissed Emmett like she might
never be able to again, and then she reached between them to grasp his dick.
She’d never taken the initiative during sex but couldn’t stop herself now. She
wanted to please him as much as he’d pleased her. He placed his hand over hers
and guided her strokes, moaning deeply in the back of his throat as they
continued kissing.

Finally,
he released her mouth and pushed her hand away. “God …
Liane
… you’re so fucking incredible, but I don’t want to come yet. Will you do
something for me? Will you try at least?”

“Anything.”

His
grin sent shivers down her spine. “Careful. I’ll hold you to that.”

She
wrapped her arms tighter around him. “I want you to, Emmett. I want to
experience everything. I’ve been hiding and lonely for so long. This is
wonderful. I want all my fantasies. You wouldn’t believe the images racing
through my mind.”

The
tenderness in his look took her by surprise. He brushed a finger across her
lips.
“All right.
You got it.
Exactly
what you asked for.
But I don’t want to hurt you or frighten you, so
tell me what you know about
safewords
and limits.”

“You
mean BDSM?”

“Not
necessarily the lifestyle. I mean kinky sex and play.”