Unexpected Consequences (9 page)

Curiosity. Just…curiosity.

She wanted to view herself from Jared’s perspective. She retrieved and donned her mules. After returning to the mirrors, she spread her legs and bent at the waist the way Jared had ordered her to do in his office.

Her eyes widened.

The position didn’t merely expose her bare buttocks; it presented them as if they were an offering and revealed the bare lips of her waxed pussy. She looked like sex and submission, a gift and a challenge rolled into one package. Deep within, a latent, elemental hunger stirred. Stripped, posed, and exposed, she looked…

So fucking beautiful, Jared feared his head would explode.

He had intended to give Melania more time alone to process what had happened, but found he couldn’t stand to remain apart from her another second. Even if she wouldn’t let him touch her, he had to be near her.

The sight he found upon entering their bedroom drove him from zero to rigid in seconds. Melania was examining herself in the mirror. Her position, so similar to the spanking pose, sent a rush of white-hot lust coursing through his veins. The round moons of her ass bore his mark of loving discipline, a deep rose hue of such loveliness, his breath caught in his chest. The shade almost matched the color of her glistening sex.

Transfixed, he watched as her slender fingers moved lightly over her cheeks, tracing the outline of his mark.

He loved her. He needed her. He needed her to need him. The desire to grab her, to force her to the floor, spank her ass to an even deeper hue, and take her roughly pounded a primitive tom-tom rhythm through his blood. Only a filament-thin thread of sanity restrained him.

Her white teeth nibbled at her lower lip, something she did unconsciously when she was thinking. Her expression held amazement and desire, the combination of innocence and sexuality so potent, Jared’s resistance crumbled under its force.

Drawn like a moth to the flame, he stalked toward her. “Melania,” he rasped.

She squealed, bolting upright. Wide-eyed as a doe in headlights, she stared at him, rooted to the spot. In the soft light of the bedroom lamps, her skin glowed like pearls set on fire. Her jet-black curls cascaded over one delicate shoulder, enticingly hiding one breast. The other presented a naked temptation, its nipple a rosy pebble. Her tiny waist dipped inward, her slim but womanly hips curving into sexy legs. Her mound was sweetly and submissively bare, an accommodation to his preferences.

He returned his gaze to her face. Her cheekbones were flushed, her lovely eyes telegraphing a silent, secret plea. Hand shaking, Jared curved his palm around her neck and tilted her head slightly so he could look into her eyes. “Are you afraid of me, Melania?” His heart thumped as he waited for her answer.

Her hazel eyes rounded. She lowered her lashes, then looked at him. She shook her head slightly. “No.” The whispered word made his chest swell with hope.

“Sweet Melania.” His voice was hoarse.

She parted her lips as if to speak, but no sound emerged. Unable to resist the invitation, he stroked the line of her lower lip with his thumb. She pursed her soft mouth and kissed it, her pink tongue delicately licking the pad. Jared’s heart contracted, and he lost it.

He crushed her against his chest and kissed her. He’d expected resistance, rejection, but her tongue danced with his, demanding as well as giving. A wave of relief swept aside all vestiges of doubt, of hesitation, of restraint. He wanted to woo her, take his time pleasuring her, but he was caught in an undertow of sexual hunger. When Melania wrapped her arms around his neck and melded her pliant body to his, his good intentions shattered.

He grabbed her perfect ass and yanked her hard against his erection. She flinched, but her whimper of discomfort mellowed to a moan of satisfaction, and she teased him with a rotation of her hips.

He tore his mouth away from hers to press against the shell of her ear. “I need you, sweetheart,” he growled. He nipped the side of her neck, then soothed the hurt with his tongue.

Lust raged inside him like a caged predator, and he worried what would happen if he let it loose, fearing he wouldn’t be able to offer her the gentleness she needed. He would hurt her, and he wouldn’t be able to protect her from himself. After the spanking, she needed to be cosseted, wooed with gentle persuasion, not overwhelmed by a full-on erotic assault. As every nerve and muscle shouted in protest, he made an effort to extricate himself from her embrace, to lock the predator’s cage before the animal devoured them both.

Melania would have none of it. She clung to him, curling her hands into his shirt, claiming him as her captive.

“Easy, sweetheart. Take it slow,” he said, though every cell in his body roared in frustration.

Her eyes took on a wickedly seductive glint. “Why?”

With a groan, Jared capitulated to her sweet demand, unable to fight himself and her too. He plundered her mouth like a pillaging raider sacking a village. He drew on her sweetness, unable to get enough, each kiss stoking a craving for more.

Their hands collided, tangled, as he captured her tight, rosy nipples while Melania tore at his buttons. After she pushed his shirt off his shoulders, she tugged on his belt buckle. She fumbled, unable to release the stiff leather. He pushed her hands away and yanked the belt hard, freeing the strap of leather from the buckle. Melania moved to his zipper, slid down the tab, and shoved his pants and briefs to his ankles.

He expelled a vicious curse as she encircled his erection, smoothing her fingers over the crown, tracing the ridge, seeking out and teasing the opening. Lust rocketed through him, but it was relief and gratitude that made him shake. Until this moment, Jared hadn’t known how worried he’d been. The realization hit him that his uncertainty about the spanking was caused by fear of her reaction, her rejection. He’d accused Melania of not trusting him, but he was guilty of the same. He’d assumed her post-discipline reticence was a symptom of something more serious—that he’d lost her—instead of a normal, natural reaction.

Melania meant everything to him. She made him weak—and she made him strong. With her, he felt as if he could conquer the world.

Jared toed off his shoes and socks, and then kicked aside his pants and shorts. Melania stroked his cock, whipped his blazing lust to a roaring bonfire. He ached to thrust inside her, to seal their union of spirit, but he wouldn’t last two seconds inside her wet heat.

He gripped her shoulders and gently forced her to her knees.

Melania peered at him, the innocence of her wide-eyed regard belied by the seductive smile curving her lips.

He tangled his hands in her hair. “Suck me.” His crude words ordered; his hoarse tone begged.

Her plump lips, kissed rosy, parted, and she engulfed him with her mouth. Jared jerked. Savage pleasure pounded white-hot spikes through his cock and balls. She sucked the way he’d taught her to, using her lips and tongue, her mouth working his rod with innocent abandon. She hollowed her cheeks as she sucked, taking him deep in the back of her throat.

Desperately afraid she might stop, he captured her head with his hands, preventing her from withdrawing even though she showed no signs of wanting to. She closed her mouth around him like a vise. The harmony of enjoyment that erupted from her throat mingled with a melody of slurping and sucking to create a sweet, carnal song.

The view heightened the sensations rolling through him. From above, he could see her face, the devilment glinting in her eyes, and could watch his cock slide in and out of her mouth. That alone was arousing enough. But the view in the mirrors almost brought him to his knees. The image of his wife, submissive, kneeling at his feet, her ass spanked scarlet, stirred deep feelings of possessiveness.

Melania was his.

“Spread your legs, Melania,” he growled. “Show me your pussy.” He’d been picturing her all night.

She complied, opening her legs wide, revealing the wetness of her desire. Jared sucked in a harsh gasp at the perfection. “Sweet Melania. You’re so fucking beautiful,” he groaned. He twisted his hands in her hair, clinging to the silken strands.

She increased her magic with her mouth, and he struggled for control, to prolong the pleasure, but the heat whipped through him, and his balls contracted with impending orgasm. He thrust his hips fast and hard into her mouth, his cock convulsed, and he pumped his hot seed into her throat.

Pulsations continued to ripple through his cock when he pulled out of her grasping mouth. She moaned, swallowing, licking her lips as if savoring his cum.

Jared’s gaze collided with hers. He drew ragged breaths into his lungs. He wasn’t finished with Melania. Not by a long shot. Now he could give her the pleasure she was due.

Melania gasped as Jared swung her into his arms and sat her on their huge four-poster bed, then positioned her so her legs bent at the knees and her ass and heels were even with the edge. She made a small noise of protest when he attempted to press her thighs apart, but she reluctantly allowed him to display her sex. It made her self-conscious when Jared wanted to look at her so intimately, but it got easier each time.

She enjoyed giving him head, delighted in the satiny feel of him in her mouth, loved the effect it had on him. She’d been squeamish at first, but Jared had coached her patiently and taught her how to please him. His explosive response, the taste and texture of his cum, thrilled her most of all. She reveled in the power to make her strong, macho husband groan and jerk under her touch. Melania loved, too, that after he came, the balance of control tipped back into Jared’s hands.

His fierce scrutiny caused nervous excitement to coil in the pit of her stomach. His desire seemed more intense than usual. His facial muscles were stretched taut, like a rubber band about to snap, while his dark eyes simmered with erotic menace, razing all residual doubts that he didn’t want her. Assurance of her allure welled within her. This man was hers.

Her husband dropped to his knees and wedged his broad shoulders between her legs. In the mirror she could see his backside, his buttocks tight, his thighs sinewed, his back muscled. His nostrils flared from her scent as he slowly trailed a finger up and down her cleft, tormenting her with gentleness. She squirmed, her hips alternately seeking then shying away from his touch. The level of intimacy he demanded made her feel exposed, vulnerable, yet the more he asked of her, the more she gave. His demand made it her desire.

“Please… Jared.” She thrashed her head. She needed his possession, his love, his reassurance, but couldn’t bring herself to ask. She had disappointed him. Now she needed to know she could satisfy him. She knew he loved her and had forgiven her, but she needed to
feel
it, deep in the marrow of her bones.

“Please what, Melania?” He circled the bud of her clit as if he had all the time in the world. She lifted her hips. His delicate torment was worse than Chinese water torture.

“Please…me?” he asked softly. “You do, Melania. You drive me insane with wanting you. It’s only fair I return the favor.”

Joy suffused her. Her head felt light with relief, as if she could float away, while her body tingled with electric energy.

He bent his head, and his lips hovered over her pussy. “You smell like honey and sex.” He teased her with feather kisses, flicking his tongue over the hood of her clit, then swiping lightly at her entrance. Desire scorched her. How could she burn so when he barely touched her? She fisted the bedspread as if hanging on for dear life.

Jared raised his head. “When I entered the bedroom and saw you checking yourself out in the mirror”—he paused, his hot gaze searing her—“I wanted to spank you all over again.” His voice deepened. “But not for the same reason.”

Her desire arced. Again she was at his mercy, splayed naked and vulnerable, yet here in their lamp-lit bedroom, the notion of a spanking didn’t frighten her. Her bottom still throbbed and ached from the earlier one, but shamefully, perversely, she wanted another. Where was her fear? What power did Jared have over her that he could twist and turn her emotions with such ease?

She wet her parched lips. “I wanted to see what you saw,” she whispered.

Adoration warmed his gaze. “What I saw—what I see now—is a beautiful, sexy woman who loves me so much, she gives herself to me heart, body, and soul.”

A shaft of guilt pierced the haze of desire enveloping her. Jared would be crushed if he knew she’d packed a suitcase and phoned her father. He would perceive it as evidence of her immaturity, her unsuitability to be his wife. She was dismayed by her actions. What had happened to “for better or for worse”? Had she really been so childish as to expect only the “better”?

All worries evaporated in a poof as Jared’s mouth descended on her sex.

He devoured her with a voraciousness that sent her senses spinning. She gasped, the raw, sharp sensation whipping through her as his tongue lashed her clit, engorged by arousal. Each stroke of his tongue tightened the tension until she shook with need. Her concentration centered on Jared and the delicious torment he wreaked upon her body.

Spanking had focused her senses on pain; this erotic assault focused her on pleasure. Intense, searing rapture that was almost as agonizing as the spanking. Jared was responsible for both.

He moved his mouth over her swollen pussy, licking the moisture creaming from her channel. He parted her folds with his thumbs and penetrated her with his tongue, delving deep, fucking her. Melania curled her hands into Jared’s hair. She wanted to move her hips, but Jared held her fast. She wanted to come and come now, but Jared was a maestro, orchestrating her response, alternately pushing her toward and pulling her back from the abyss. She gave him her best, her body humming and vibrating under his hands, his mouth.

A growl of enjoyment rumbled in Jared’s throat, and an answering moan erupted from hers. His stubbled jaw rasped pleasurably against her delicate skin, the tiny prickles ratcheting up her desire. He nipped and nibbled on her pussy lips. She arched her back to deepen the contact and absorb the feeling into her very bones.