Sweet Obsession: Windy City Kink, Book 1 (29 page)

He climbed out of his car and strode up the front walk to the door, then pushed the doorbell. Only a few seconds passed before Kevin answered.

“Hey, Jack,” he said, steeping aside. “C’mon in.”

“Hi, Kevin.” He entered the condo. Kevin looked dressed to go out in a pair of dark jeans and a black fitted button-down shirt. “On your way out?”

“Yeah.” Kevin gave him a look as he reached for a jacket on the back of a chair. “Going to pick up Emma and go to a movie.”

Jack paused. Oh yeah. Emma. He studied Kevin. “Another date, huh?”

Kevin met his eyes squarely. “Yup.”

Jack nodded, lips pursed. “Well.”

“I like her,” Kevin said. “I mean, we’ve only gone out once. But she’s cool.”

“She’s very cool.” He eyed the other man. “Don’t fuck with her.”

To his surprise, Kevin just nodded. “Fair enough, man. I won’t.” He looked up the stairs. “Uh. Sasha said to send you up when you got here.”

Heat lodged in his throat. He coughed. “Okay. Thanks.” He ignored Kevin’s assessing look as he headed up the stairs.

He opened the bedroom door, slipped inside and closed it behind him.

Jesus Christ.

Even better than he’d pictured in his imagination, Sasha lay stretched out on her bed, her body creamy pale against the burgundy bedspread. Her arms were above her head, her face turned toward him, her eyes watching him. His gaze tracked down the graceful curve of her back, the swell of her ass, the sleek length of her legs. Completely, beautifully naked.

His palms tingled.

He sauntered closer to the bed. Heat expanded inside him and his cock stiffened again.

“Oh Sasha,” he said hoarsely. “You are so fucking beautiful.”

She held his gaze, eyes shadowy. “Thank you.”

He sat beside her on the bed and laid a hand in the middle of her upper back, her skin soft against his palm. It took a few seconds before he sensed the fine trembling of her body.

He swept his hand down into the dip of her low back and up over the curve of one cheek. So smooth. So firm. He let his hand rest on her ass and gave a gentle squeeze. He felt her shiver.

His attention returned to her face and he spent a moment playing with her hair, sweeping it back from her face and neck. “I loved that picture you sent me.”

“Where were you?” she whispered. “When you got it.”

“In my office.”

“Alone?”

“Yeah.” He narrowed his eyes at her. “You weren’t worried I’d show it to someone else, were you?”

“No.” Her eyes widened. “No, Jack. I knew you wouldn’t do that. If I was worried about that…well, I wouldn’t have sent it.”

He relaxed and caressed her shoulder. “Good. But it took you a while to send it. And you know what that means.”

The tip of her tongue came out to touch her upper lip. “Yes.”

His blood rushed hot and wild. “Good girl.”

Her long eyelashes fluttered and her fingers twitched on the bed above her head.

“You’re scared, aren’t you?”

“No.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Excited?”

“Maybe. Also confused.”

“You can always say no,” he reminded her. “That’s all you have to say. No. Or stop.” At some point they’d deal with the whole safe word thing, but for now he wanted to keep it simple.

“Okay.”

He stroked her back and her ass again, down to the backs of her thighs, fingertips lingering in the crease where her ass met thigh. She twitched a little at that touch. Sensitive there. He continued to caress her and stroke her, and then he lifted his hand and gave one round cheek a little pop.

She jolted. He watched her face, her eyes closed, lips pressed together. She’d lowered one arm to clench the pillow in front of her face.

He smacked the other cheek then rubbed in small circles. He carefully assessed her response as he laid more heavy caresses on her ass, alternating between taps and soothing rubs and firm squeezes.

Her breathing quickened, her lips parted and her hips rolled against the mattress with need.

Perfect. She was so fucking perfect. If only she understood that.

He increased the force of his smacks while slowing the pace, watching her. His breathing deepened and slowed too, the room fading away, his focus on her—her shallow breaths, her fingers curling into the pillow, her hips lifting to push her ass into his hand. She wanted it, wanted more, wanted everything he wanted to give her.

Her ass was pink now, warm and rosy, and he couldn’t resist lowering his head to kiss her there, letting his tongue linger on heated flesh. She gasped.

Then he rolled her to her back. Her eyes fluttered open. He traced an index finger down between her breasts, all the way to her navel. “How are you doing?” he asked.

“I’m…okay.” Her eyes had a soft pleading look that damn near unraveled his self-control. He reached for her and pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her. He nuzzled her and petted her and stroked her.

“Tell me how it felt,” he urged softly. He swept his hand over the curve of her hip, then back up to fit her head into his neck.

She shook her head, burrowing deeper against him.

“I need to know,” he murmured. “It’s important, Sasha.”

“Don’t make me say it.”

Ah. He forked his fingers into her hair and massaged her scalp. She shivered a little.

“I’m not sure I like being naked when you’re still fully dressed,” she whispered.

He smiled. “Why?”

“Because…because it makes me feel vulnerable. Like you’re the one in charge.”

“Well. Here’s the thing.” He moved and held her head with both hands to look into her eyes. “I like to be the one in charge. I like being in control. But when it comes right down to it…you’re the one who can put a stop to everything with one simple word. Right?”

Her gaze hanging on his, she nodded.

“So in the end…who really has the control?”

He saw her processing that. She blinked. “Me?”

He nodded. “You can give it to me. And I’ll take it, every time. And I’ll use it. But I know it’s a gift. And it’s a gift I don’t take lightly.”

Her breasts rose and fell with her slight breaths. “Oh.”

“Are you okay? Ready to go for dinner?”

“Dinner?” A crease appeared between her eyebrows. “Really? Now?”

Humor tugged at his lips. “Yeah. That was the plan. Right?”

“But I…I…”

He leaned closer and brushed her lips with his. “You want to come, don’t you?”

Her cheeks flooded with color.

“It’s okay, Sasha. It’s okay to admit it. To like it.”

Then she wrenched away from him and scrambled to her feet. She stalked across the room and swept up a big terrycloth robe lying on the chair. Once she’d swaddled herself in it, she turned to face him.

“I don’t think I can go for dinner,” she said stiffly. She yanked her hair out from beneath the collar of the robe.

He eyed her robe. “Wow. That thing is…thick.”

She glanced down at herself. “Whatever.”

He rose from the bed and crossed to stand in front of her. He set his hands on her shoulders. “Don’t push me away again, Sasha.”

“I’m not.”

“Yeah, you are. Come on. Deal with it. What’s wrong?”

Her eyes went liquid and shiny and her bottom lip trembled. “I don’t know. I feel all mixed up.”

“Talk to me.”

“I still have that feeling that you shouldn’t hit me,” she whispered.

His eyebrows flew up and his gut clenched. He nodded slowly.

She let out a shaky breath. “And if I let you do that to me, there’s something wrong with me.”

Now his head moved from side to side, but he kept his gaze securely on her. “No. There’s nothing wrong with you, Sasha. Get that idea out of your head right now.” He pulled her into his arms again, up against him. “I told you what I learned after I confessed to Sensei how I felt. How I questioned myself. I know how you feel, because that was how I felt too. There was something wrong with me, that I wanted to tie girls up and spank them. I learned though. And you will too, just let me show you.”

“I’m not sure I can do that.”

“Just be honest, Sasha. Honest with yourself. Honest with me. We can’t have anything if we aren’t honest with each other.”

Her breath rushed out of her and she sagged against him.

“You’re strong and amazing. Now. Tell me how it felt when I was spanking you.”

She was silent for so long he was afraid she wasn’t going to answer. Her body trembled against him. This was hard for her. So damn hard. But so damn worth it. Finally, she whispered, “I liked it.”

“How did it feel?” he persisted. He wanted to see her face but that might be too intense for her right then. “Did it hurt?”

“Not exactly. It was…warm. And tingly. It sort of hurt, but in a good way. I don’t really know how to describe it.”

“That’s okay.” He rubbed her back through the ugly robe. “That was good.”

“I don’t want to like it! I shouldn’t like it!” She stared at him, eyes big and luminous.

“Such a culture of shame,” he muttered. “I learned so much about that from Sensei. Shame is a very powerful way to control someone. I mean, it’s not always a bad thing. If you’ve really done something wrong, of course you should feel ashamed. Only psychopaths don’t feel shame for what they’ve done. But when it creates false boundaries and controls our natural sexual desire, it’s not right. We think if something feels too good, there must be something wrong with it.” He shook his head. “It’s not, Sasha. I want to show you that.”

“Yeah. I get it. Okay.” She stepped back and squared her shoulders. “I might be crazy, but okay.”

It wasn’t the most enthusiastic response, but it was better than her kicking him out. Now he had some unfinished business to take care of. He reached out and tugged the belt of the robe, pulling her closer. Her eyes widened.

“We’re going to go for dinner,” he murmured. “But first…” He lowered himself to his knees in front of her and parted the robe below the belt. Her pretty pussy was right there, and he could tell she was aroused. He sank back onto his heels, breathed in her scent and leaned in closer to press kisses over the patch of curls.

He slid his hands inside the robe to hold her hips as he kissed and nuzzled there, around to cup her firm ass, then back to stroke over her plump lips with his thumbs. Her body trembled.

“Jack…”

“Mmm?”

But the only sound that came from her mouth was a hitched intake of air.

He nudged her feet apart with his knees, and her hands came to his head, grasping his hair. He caressed the insides of her thighs, making her shiver. “Wanna taste you,” he muttered. He stroked his fingers up into her lush wetness. “Holy shit, baby. Damn. That spanking really turned you on.”

She let out a shaky sigh. “I guess there’s no denying that now.”

He actually laughed, leaning his forehead against her stomach. Then he pushed up to his feet, wrapped his arms around her in the bulky robe and picked her up. She gasped.

He took three big steps to her dresser and set her down. “There.” He pushed open her thighs. Something crashed to the floor. A hair brush.

“Oh God.”

Again he went to his knees, now at a better angle to not only devour her sweet pussy, but to feast his eyes on it. He studied the soft petals, rubbing them with his fingertips, then leaned in to press a kiss there, over the closed folds. His eyes drifted shut and he laid more kisses on her pussy.

Her soft whimpers filled his ears. He opened his mouth and licked over soft flesh. Then he used his thumbs to slowly part her, revealing deeper pink folds, shiny with arousal. He groaned. “Fuck, yeah, Sasha. So gorgeous.”

She fell back against the mirror with a bang, onto her elbows. She knocked something else off the surface. It hit the floor with a thud, followed by a clang and then a clatter. Jesus.

“Oh! Oh my God…” She pulled her knees up higher, her toes curling on the edge of the dresser, and he buried his face in her feminine beauty. He suckled and licked, drawing her softness into his mouth, kissing around her clit. His tongue slid deeper, swallowing her taste, delicate and sweet. He was getting drunk on it. He swirled his tongue around her clit and her hands grabbed his head again.

Fuck, he loved making her feel this good, loved that she was so turned on. And he loved the feel of her, the taste of her, the scent of her. His dick throbbed painfully.

Her thighs quivered, her fingers tugging at his hair. His tongue delved into her, sliding over slick flesh, licking deeper. Her hips moved against his mouth. Hot. So fucking hot.

Finally he stroked his tongue over her clit and she gave a sharp cry, her body jerking. “Oh…please…”

“Like that?”

“Yessss. Lick me…there.”

He licked. He teased with soft flicks of his tongue, then focused in as her body tightened, with faster, harder pressure on her clit. And when her fingers tugged his hair even more, he opened his mouth and pulled the sensitive bud between his lips and sucked.