Defensive Zone (The Dartmouth Cobras #2) (7 page)

She shook her head and looked around. Her
purse was on the floor by the blanket. She fetched it and dug
inside for her stash. "I come prepared."

His expression darkened, but he held still as
she covered him. He didn't speak until she climbed onto him and
moved to take him inside her. "Stop."

Eyes wide, she stared at him. "What?"

He grabbed her wrists and roughly drew them
behind her back. Holding them with one hand, he patted her thigh
with the other. "Open."

A shudder passed through her as she tested
his grip. He might as well have shackled her. Part of her rebelled,
wanting to take charge, but lust spilled over and she surrendered
to it, willing to let him lead the way if it would end with her
being filled up and satisfied.

She spread her thighs as far apart as she
could and whimpered as he angled her back. He slipped a finger
between her folds and drew it over her clit.

"Look at that pretty pussy." He opened her
with his finger and thumb. "You're so wet, sweetheart." He slowly
pushed one finger inside her. "Hot and tight. I think you've been
needing this for awhile, pet."

She gasped and threw her head back as she
thrust her hips forward. "Yes!"

"How long has it been since you had a nice,
hard dick in your cunt, Silver?"

"Too long! Please!"

"Soon." He lowered his head and caught a
nipple with his teeth. Exquisite pain speared straight down and she
let out a desperate, keening sound. He teased the tip of her nipple
with his tongue, then glanced up at her. "Sensitive nipples. Do you
think your men will notice if I leave them nice and red?"

"No." Her eyes teared up and she swallowed.
The last few times Asher had fucked her ass, he'd left her shirt
and bra on. Her breasts didn't interest him. "Dean . . . I don't
want to talk about them."

"Poor baby." He shook his head and lapped a
circle around her other nipple. "Forget them." His finger pushed in
deep and he curved it forward, holding her still as she squirmed.
"Right now, you're all mine. And I happen to love your
breasts."

She panted as he sucked her breast into his
mouth.
Fuck!

Too much. With just his finger in her cunt,
and his lips on her breast, he made her feel more than she could
ever recall feeling. She bucked and quivered as he fucked her
languorously with that one finger, licking and nibbling at first
one breast, then the other, until the nerves in both burst into
flames. Her core clenched around his finger and she tumbled into a
fast, hard orgasm. The pleasure blanked her mind and she collapsed
onto him, hardly even noticing that he'd released her hands as she
clung to him.

"I'm not done with you." He pressed her head
against his chest. "But I think you need a minute."

She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her
head. "No. More. Please."

"No more?" He laughed when she sat up
straight. "I'm teasing, pet. Clasp your hands behind your neck. I
need to be inside you."

Shifting to give him easier access, she
twined her fingers under her hair, not caring anymore that he'd
taken over. The way he took away her choices, they way he forced
her to slow down, made her
feel
more of what he was doing to
her. She'd never been so aware of her body. So aware of the man she
was with. His hand on the small of her back, his other around his
dick, made her throb with anticipation. He helped her rise up just
enough to slip himself into her entrance. Then he grasped her hips
and yanked her down hard.

"Oh!" She dropped her head onto his shoulder,
shaking as her body adjusted to him. A little too long, a little .
. . too . . . thick. He stretched her more than any man she'd ever
been with. "Wait. Wait."

"Yes. I can tell." He let out a gruff sound
and held her tight. "Jesus, Silver, hold long
has
it been?
You should have told me." He put his hand under her chin and kissed
her. "Why? Why would you do this to yourself?"

No no no!
She gulped against the
tightening in her throat. He couldn't do this. Not now. He was a
means to an end. That was it. Her relationship with Asher and
Cedric was none of his fucking business.

A little honesty would get him moving.
"You're a lot . . . bigger than I'm used to. But you've got me so
wet I think I can—"

"You can." He glided his lips down her
throat, then laid a gentle kisses over each of her breasts. "I
would grab your ass and make you take me deeper, but that would
hurt. And I don't want to hurt you anymore. I just want to feel you
around me."

Her hips rose. She lowered slowly. And sucked
in air as his dick forced all the delicate tissues within to
expand. "You aren't hurting me You're driving me insane. I want you
fuck me hard on the floor. I want to be under you—"

"That's not happening tonight, love" He
stroked her bottom, pressing lightly with his fingertips until she
moaned at the sweet bite of pain. "If you're under me, all the
pressure will be on the bruises. If you weren't so tight, I'd try
it, but together, it's too much. Lift up a bit. Take me, baby."

She lifted up and braced herself. "Don't hold
back."

"I won't."

He fucked up into her, harder, faster, his
fingers digging into her flesh as he made her meet every violent
thrust. All the while she kept her hands locked behind her neck,
never questioning his control. Only once she reached the edge of
another climax did he slow, easing her back just enough that the
denial became torture. He lifted her a bit higher and teased her
sporadically clenching entrance with the head of his cock,
penetrating her over and over until she gasped a wordless plea.

"Ask me, Silver." He stroked in a bit deeper,
then resumed his shallow thrusts. "Ask if you may come."

Her lips parted and her tongue stumbled on
the words. "Let me. Please let me."

"Say 'Please let me come, Sir'."

Everything inside her tightened and she
screamed. "Let me come, Sir!"

"With pleasure." He slammed into her and held
her down, rocking his hips, drawing her orgasm out until the
ecstasy gained a sharpness that brinked on pain. His dick throbbed
and she cried as the pulsing within yanked her up to the peak yet
again. He reached between them and roughly manipulated her clit.
"Give me another one, baby. Just one more. Give it to me now!"

Tears spilled down her cheeks as she came
violently, the glorious agony ripping through her so abruptly that
she collapsed onto him and made a sound that scored her throat.
Every tiny movement within made her wince. She brought her hands
down and pressed her clenched fists to his chest.

"Don't. Move." She rubbed her wet cheeks
against his shoulder and tried to remember how to breathe. "I'm
begging you. Sir. Master. Whatever. Please don't move."

"Shh." He stroked her hair and her back,
whispering. "I won't move until you're ready."

"Thank you." She closed her eyes and let
herself go slack as exhaustion took over. "Oh thank you."

* * * *

Dean tucked Silver into his bed and eyed the
bottle of whiskey on his nightstand. He wanted to blame the alcohol
for what he'd let happen, but that was a copout. Granted, his
inhibitions had taken a beating, but even stone cold fucking sober,
he doubted he would have turned her down. Sainthood had never been
on his to-do list. Then again, fucking his boss's daughter hadn't
been on there either. He considered himself an intelligent
businessman, and being with Silver Delgado was a bad idea on so
many levels.

Not that he could find it in himself to
care.

You're a fucking hypocrite, Richter.
He thought back on telling Mason off for getting involved with
Oriana months earlier and sighed. At least Mason had been serious
about the girl. Things between him and Silver had gone way too
fast.

What am I going to do with you, little
one?

He stretched out at her side and brought a
strand of pale gold hair to his lips. She looked damn good in his
bed, her lips swollen and red from his kisses, long black lashes
resting lightly on her flush cheeks giving her an almost innocent
allure.

A snort escaped him. Silver was anything but
innocent. Her inexperience in the lifestyle didn't change the fact
that she'd been around the block a time or two. She took what she
wanted, and for some reason, she'd wanted him.

But he wanted more. The things he would do to
her, if given a chance—his dick hardened at the thought of having
her wrapped up in his ropes, completely helpless, her responsive
body available to him, her mind shut down, nothing in her head
except for what he'd make her feel.

For what seemed like hours, he lay there,
determined to let her rest. But as he drifted off to sleep she
shifted and his hand glided down from her hip to the hot, moist
slit between her thighs. He had to force himself to roll away from
her long enough to find a condom, but as soon as he was covered, he
gently drew one of her legs over his hip and slid into her.

"Mmm, Dean." She wiggled and turned her head,
her eyes still closed as she sought his lips. "I like you inside
me."

He kissed her and twined their hands
together, drawing them up between her breasts as he held her tight.
His lips skimmed over hers as he whispered, "I enjoy being inside
you. I debated leaving you alone for the rest of the night, but you
tempt me without any effort at all."

She giggled and slipped her lips down to his
throat. "It's a natural talent. My photographer told me I have a
fuck-me face."

Dean decided if he ever met this
photographer, he would make him eat his fucking camera. "A fuck-me
face. Hmm. What about the men who want more than a quick fuck,
Silver? Surely you've had a few?"

"Yes." She nipped his neck. "But I tend to
avoid them. The drama isn't worth it. You're not one of those
sappy, we-had-sex-and-I-want-to-keep-you types, are you?"

"Who me?" He let out a dry laugh. "I don't go
for the drama either. I'm usually careful about choosing subs from
the club to play with—some get attached after you make them come. I
take it you're not that kind of girl."

"Nope." She moaned as he fully sheathed
himself into her hot, wet cunt. "Should I put that on my club
resume?"

"We will not discuss you finding another Dom
now." He thrust in, letting his pelvis hit her abused butt hard
enough to remind her of the bruises he'd left. "You've already
taken on more than you can handle, pet. I'm not usually this
nice."

"
Nice?
"

"Nice. I'd love to see how far I can push
you, but I'm feeling generous. Just enjoy it."

"That sounds lovely." She ground her hips
down and took him deeper. "I've imagined so many different
positions with you, Dean. This wasn't one of them, but I like
it."

He worked himself in and out of her at a lax
pace, wondering what those positions were, and when she'd imagined
them. Someday soon, he'd make her tell him. For the moment it was
enough that she'd lowered her guard enough to say what she had.
"Good. Because I plan to take my time with you. I will know your
body better than you do."

Her pussy squeezed him, but it wasn't quite
erotic. She was trying to pull away from him, not physically, but
emotionally.

And just like that, her guard was back
up.

"Let's keep this about sex."

"Why?" He smoothed his hands up her sides and
over her breasts, molding them and brushing her nipples lightly
with his fingertips. Gentle pleasure to soothe her. "What are you
afraid of, Silver?"

She went utterly still, then gyrated her hips
in a way that told him they were done talking. "Fuck me, Dean. Fuck
me hard and fast and make me come. That's all that matters."

He couldn't fuck her the way she wanted him
to without hurting her, and something told him that wasn't what she
really needed. So he pulled her flush against his body and kept a
steady rhythm, ignoring her efforts to make him go faster.

"I want you, just like this." He chuckled and
kissed her throat when she groaned. "Keep fighting me and I won't
let you come at all. I'm close. I can be a bastard and just take
what I want without giving you anything."

"I don't doubt that."

"Enough. You're in my bed, in my arms. I'm
deep inside you, and I can feel how much you're enjoying this.
Don't force me to pull out and find my cuffs."

She squeezed him tight. "Handcuffs?"

"No. Something that will hold you without
damaging you."

"Handcuffs never hurt me much."

"Because they were just a prop." He drove in
and stayed there, gripping tight to her waist so she couldn't move
away. "When you wear my restraints, you'll know the difference. I
would love nothing more than to have you spread eagle on my bed,
completely open to me."

"You're really into the dominant thing,
aren't you?" She closed her eyes and rested her head back in the
crook between his shoulder and his neck. "You don't have sex
without being in control."

"No. I don't." He took her wrists, pinned one
under his body, and held the other between her thighs. "And you
don't really enjoy sex unless the man takes control."

"That's not true."

"It is. I know you don't want to talk about
them, but I think you should. Does Asher play the Dom with you?
Does he hold you down and takes your ass despite your protests? I
can imagine you getting off on that. Then you don't have to think
about how he's using you."

"No, it's not like that!"

"Yes, it is." He released her hand and
slipped his between her butt cheeks. "Play with yourself, Silver.
I'm going to finger your ass."

"Don't!" She clenched as he worked his
fingers between her butt cheeks, using her own juices as lube as he
forced his fingers into the tight hole. "My pussy is all yours. But
please, please don't do that."