Remembrance: A Contemporary Erotic Romance (Iris Series Book 4) (52 page)

Her body was pulled so tight with arousal, she feared it would snap before they arrived.  But she didn’t have much longer to wonder…because they’d just turned down his street and were moments away from the front door.
             

“You have about two minutes left before I rip those clothes off of you.”

She squirmed in her seat and smirked.  “You’ll have to catch me first.”

He licked his lips.  “I’ll catch you.  And then you’re in deep trouble, baby girl.”

“Promises, promises.”

His smile widened as the limo slowed and then Luke got out, pulling her out right after him.  They grabbed her lingerie bags from
Decolletage, Inc.
as they said good night to Kenneth.  “We’re in for the night, Kenneth.”

“Yes, sir.  Good night you two,” he smiled. 

They said their good nights and walked in, saying hello to the employees in the foyer then heading to the elevator.  Once inside, they didn’t touch each other, just glanced now and then until they reached their floor.  He unlocked the door, letting her in first.  He stopped her with his hands on her shoulders and took her coat off.

“Take out your earrings and put them on the table,” he said quietly from behind her.

Ho-ly shit.
  Her body was smoldering at this point, well in need of that fire extinguisher they talked so often about. 

She took her large gold hoops out of her ears, placed them on the table, then turned to face him.  Backing away, she smiled coquettishly.  He took a step forward.  She took a step back.  And the race was on.

She laughed as she ran into the living room around the sofa.  He walked slowly into the room, predatory. 

“You forget that I grew up playing
fùtbol
,” he said, referring to soccer.  “I’ve got quick moves, baby.”

“So come and get me then,” she teased.

They looked at each other with lust in their eyes, the sexual energy bubbling up between them.  They moved around the sofa together, one trying to outsmart the other, then Luke catapulted himself over the back of the seating, landed right in front of her where she let out a nervous squeal and then he threw her over his shoulder.

While dangling there, he spanked her ass and she jumped.  She leaned forward and bit into his back playfully.  Her butt stung, but didn’t hurt.  The anticipation of the coming hours was
filling her with a nervous excitement.  He rubbed her butt cheek, chuckled, then smacked it again.             

She let out an ‘eek’, her heart now racing.  They’d made it to the bedroom where he’d tossed her onto the bed.  She bounced once and looked at him hotly, his eyes were darkened and heavy lidded.

“Do you like that shirt you’re wearing, Janie?” he asked, his tongue moving to his lips while he unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans.

She was mesmerized by his actions, not able to think.

“Janie,” his hands stopped.  She looked up at him.  “I asked you if you liked that shirt.”  He dropped his jeans and boxer briefs, his penis erect and large, jutting out from his body.  He stepped out of his pants, then reached behind him to pull off his shirt.

She licked her own lips, appreciating the gorgeous specimen of a manhood before her.  Her chest rose and fell quickly with her arousal.

“Too late,” he said, putting both hands on the open flaps at the top of her dress shirt and tearing it open, buttons flying everywhere.  She gasped.  “I’ll buy you new buttons.”  Then his hands went to hers and pulled her up off the bed so she was standing before him.  He unclasped her bra and took it off of her, practically ripping it in the process.  Her hands skimmed over his stomach in the meantime.  She loved his muscles.

“I thought you were go
ing to take me against the wall,” she teased.

Before finishing his task of undressing her, his fingers went to her nipples and plucked.  “I have something else in mind at the moment.  You’ll give me that fashion show before this night is over, too.”  Her head fell back as his fingers worked their magic.  “But I think you need to be tied up first, naughty girl,” he said, putting his mouth to the tightened bud of her breast and scraping his teeth over it.

She let out a sound and plowed her fingers into his hair.  He chuckled with his mouth around her and began undoing her pants, letting them fall to the floor.  He released her nipple with a pop and pushed her so she fell back on the bed.  While keeping his eyes on her, he opened his nightstand drawer and pulled out some Velcro restraints.  Two of them. 

His mouth formed a sexy leer while he twirled them in his fingers.  Then he leaned down to kiss her.  Once his lips left hers, he turned her to her stomach and said, “On your knees and then lean all the way down with your ass in the air.”

“Luke,” she breathed, so turned on. 

“Yeah, baby girl,” he murmured, directing her body to his liking.

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me.”

There was silence behind her as if he’d stilled, then she heard a “Shit, Janie.”  He had her in the position he wanted, then pushed her chest flat to the bed.  Running both of his hands up through her hair, he pushed it off her back then leaned down onto her to put his mouth right between her shoulder blades.  He sucked the skin gently and rained hot open mouthed kisses down her spine until he reached her right butt cheek.

“Believe me.  I can’t wait to fuck you either,
dulzura
.  Bring your right arm down so your hand is by your foot.”  She did and she felt the Velcro cuff go around her ankle then attach to her wrist.  She took a deep breath.

He ran his hand up her arm then cupped her neck while he spoke into her ear.  “All you have to say is stop, and I will.  We don’t need to get into safe words and all that shit.  If you feel cramping, tell me immediately.  If you say stop, I’ll stop, okay?  It’s that simple.”

“You better not stop, Daniels.  You’ll be in more trouble if you do,” she said, feeling better than she’d ever felt in her entire life.

He laughed.  “Is the cuff too tight or anything?”

“No,” she mumbled with her cheek resting on the bed.  She felt like she was floating, she was so ripe for his touch and dripping wet for him.

He ran his hand up her other arm and brought it down to secure it like he had the other one.  Once she was shackled, her wrists to her ankles with her knees spread and her ass in the air, she waited for what he would do next, her rate of breathing immeasurable it was so fast.

He let his fingers tickle down her spine and she arched as best she could into his touch.  She could feel her nipples tingling, rubbing along the soft comforter.  Completely unprepared, he smacked her ass cheek again this time with no clothes protecting it, making it sting.  She moaned, every sense now heightened and on alert.  He immediately rubbed at the spot then kissed it.  She tried to squirm a little to relieve that beautiful pressure, but couldn’t.  The feeling was maddening.

While kissing one cheek, he smacked the other, repeating the same movement with his hand.  She moaned as he rubbed the sting away until it bloomed into a heated sensation.  As he kissed her butt cheek, it only added to the multiple sensations.

She felt the wetness between her legs and she so needed him to touch her there.

“Luke,” she breathed.  “Touch it,” she begged.

With his mouth still on her ass, he said softly against her skin, “Touch what, baby?”

She dug deep into the recesses of her memory, then said, “
Mi pepita
.” 

He groaned out a laugh.  “That definitely deserves a gold star,” he praised, bringing his hand around her front and resting it between her legs.  “You mean this right here?” he teased, his forefinger and middle finger now sandwiching her clitoris which was wet everywhere from her arousal. “
Cristo
, you’re so ready.  You like what I’m doing to you,
mi reina
?”

She gasped then whimpered when he touched her.  “Yes,” she moaned out.  She heard the drawer open again and his hand moved from her until she heard a wrapper rip open.  “Come back,” she begged.  He laughed behind her.

“You should see how gorgeous you look right now.  I’ve thought about taking you this way forever, Janie.”

“Again,” she mumbled into the comforter, her curls now covering her face, “promises, promises.”

His left hand moved around her front to between her legs and pressed into her slick folds, finding that nub to stimulate it again.  Then she felt the sting of his hand on her right cheek and he rubbed it into a beautiful burn almost immediately. 

“Oh, God,” she moaned, trying to get him to create more friction on her clit.  She was hovering on the edge and felt her skin break into a sweat. 

“I’m definitely a man who keeps his promises,
mi reina
.  That’s why you’re about to get fucked good and hard by your
rey
.  Until you scream, baby.”

He didn’t wait any longer and she felt him probe at her opening and then one inch at a time began pushing in, then out, then in, then out…until he was tightly and fully seated inside her.

He leaned over her back, then moved out only to push quickly back in.  Both of their exhalations mingled and sounded within the bedroom.  “Are your legs okay?” he asked one last time.

“Luke, you’re killing me here,” she came close to yelling.  Then she moaned as he flicked her nub at the top of her sex.  “Come on,” she gasped.

He began moving at a steady pace and Janie felt her body starting to splinter.  Her toes tingled, her spine felt a chill and a shudder went through her from top to bottom.  Inside her, he felt huge like this and in this position he kept dragging against the front of her wall, hitting her G-spot.  The fact that she couldn’t move and could only be a slave to his rhythm ratcheted up the pleasure factor for her until she was moaning and gasping into the comforter.

His hand dug into her hair and pulled.  “Baby,” he grunted through his teeth.

“
Luke.
”  Her body started breaking under his thrusts until she was screaming into the mattress convulsing all around him.  That was his cue to move even faster, harder, until he was slamming into her, driving her slightly up the bed while the hand in her curls held her still for him.

By the time Luke yelled out his release, she was hit with yet another orgasm and she screamed again at the force with which he pushed into her.  Almost immediately after he came, he removed her cuffs and rolled her gently to her side so he could stretch out her limbs, causing her to groan.  He disposed quickly of the condom and found her on the bed just as he’d left her.  Climbing over to her, he began rubbing her arms and legs while she purred with contentment, her mass of curls all over the place, half in her mouth, half around her on the bed.  She didn’t even care as she breathed through her tresses covering her face.

He laid himself out next to her and moved the hair off her face, kissing all around her cheeks, her eyes, her nose.  She finally opened her eyes and saw him smiling.

She smiled back, “You’re good at this.”

He chuckled.  “How was that for you?  Your ass okay?”  He turned to look at it.

“Who knew a spanking could be so…nice?” she murmured.

“It’s that pain/pleasure thing, I guess.  It didn’t hurt?”

“No, it was perfect.  I like it when you rub it right after.  It gets me there faster and it feels all tingly and warm right after the initial sting,” she said sleepily with a silly grin on her face.

He smiled some more.  “Don’t even think about going to sleep.  You have a fashion show to do.”

“You’ve got me naked and now you want me to put things back on?” she grumbled.

“Yup.  So I can see how your new contraptions will come off.”  He wagged his eyebrows.  “I want my fashion show.  What do you need from me to put you in the mood?”

Janie looked at him and touched his lips.  “Have you used those restraints on a lot of women?”

His face went from playful to tender at the abrupt change of subject.  “No.  Those are only for you.  I’ve never used them on anyone.”

“When did you get them?”

“Yesterday.”

“Have you ever used restraints on other women before?”

“Yes.”

She sighed trying not to feel jealous.  “Okay.”

He stroked her face.  “I love you, Janie.  It’s very different with you.  Love just makes it different.  There’s no other way for me to explain it,” he shrugged.

She smiled at him, feeling slightly mollified.  “Tiffany once told me that you never brought women to your place.”

“Did she?” he smirked.  “Well, I haven’t.  I never slept the night with them and I never had them here for romantic purposes.  Other than you, Carolyn, and the women in the family, I just don’t have women here,” he said giving her a pointed look.

“Ryann told me that Jem never had girls over to his place either.  Other than us girls in the family, obviously.  Neither had Mike before Emily, but that was because of some crazy bitch from way back when.  He didn’t want any of them to know where he lived,” she laughed remembering her brother telling her about it ages ago.