Edible

8

Rachel gazed down at the man who had her thigh propped up on his large shoulder. His face was tilted up to her, and the expression in his eyes told her things were about to get a whole lot more intense in a matter of seconds.

His decadent mouth was glistening from where he had just had his lips. As a smug smirk—which were the only words Rachel could think to call it—curled his lips, she almost lost her balance.

She could feel his right finger drawing lazy circles up the outside of her left thigh that was still draped over him, and just like he had promised, he had not used more than one hand. The other remained in a fist by his thigh. When he reached the edge of her lace panties, he ran the tip of his finger under it, and with a swift and concise move, he snapped the material in two. Feeling her breath catch, she tried to hold back a moan as he dragged them from her overly sensitive body, leaving her bare from the waist down. He dangled the material out to the side before dropping them onto the rug he was standing on.

Releasing her hold on his hair, Rachel moved to reclaim her leg, and he let it go reluctantly. When she finally had her feet steady under her, he held up both hands and moved quickly, grabbing her hips and tugging her forward. She stumbled a little and reached out to grip his shoulders to balance herself.

“I kept both promises. Time to renegotiate,” he told her, sliding both palms around to cup her bare ass. “Hang on,” he instructed. Gripping her tightly, he took a step back and lifted her from the trunk.

Rachel let out a soft gasp as she was hauled against him, her body flush against his. He lowered her down his body, her heated skin rubbing all along the material of his clothes. When her aching mound slid against his hard cock, she took a moment to push against it, squirming like a cat in heat.

“Stop it,” he admonished as he gripped the tops of her arms.

Looking up at him, Rachel found herself complying.

Amazing, she thought as she stared into calm, steady eyes that immobilized her. This is what I have been looking for.

It was what her body had been craving all those years since him.

She wasn’t the Super Domme that Shelly had drunkenly labeled her. She just hadn’t wanted to end up on the wrong end of a man who wanted to control her by using his fists ever again.

This man though—this man who was watching her like a hawk—had kept his word. He had done everything she had asked, and he was still waiting on her to make some kind of move to show him she was on board.

Slowly, she licked her lips as she locked eyes with Cole.

Cole released her arms, took a step back, and then walked around her. He was impressed when she didn’t turn her head to follow his movements. In fact, he was pretty much impressed with everything she had done, including her ability to still be standing and breathing after the orgasm he had just given her.

He was so unbelievably hard right now that he had to take this moment to calm the hell down. She was standing on his cream rug in her black heels, stockings, and corset with no panties in sight, and she looked damn inspiring.

When he was standing behind her, he stepped forward and gripped the ends of the bow tied at the sway of her back on her corset.

“So, with the original agreement up for discussion, I would like to petition to now use both of my hands. Come on, Rachel, you know you want me to, so just say the word.”

He tugged the laces free as he worked his way up the back of her top. When she glanced over her shoulder, Cole made sure his eyes met with hers.

“Do I get to make a demand of my own?”

Cole arched a brow. “Well, that’s not usually how I work, but I’m feeling generous tonight.”

“Oh, how kind of you,” she muttered.

When he finally reached the top of the corset, he separated and removed it before dropping it onto the trunk. He fingered the top of the tattoo at the base of her neck and stroked his way over the repeated Chinese symbols down her spine. He was familiar with the characters, and he read each mark as his finger passed over it. Pride, Strength, Hope, Love. They repeated down her back, like a mantra. He also noticed a verse in script along her rib cage, but he couldn’t make out the words from where he was currently standing.

“I’m not being kind, Rachel. I just figured the more lenient I am tonight, the more likely you will stay.” Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to her right shoulder. “You know what I want—both hands, your free will, and you with me for a week. Can I have that?”

His tongue came out to flirt with her skin. He dragged it seductively along her shoulder to her neck while still stroking his finger up and down her spine. “Will you give me that? Will you swallow your pride, show me your strength, and find the hope that this person took away from you?”

Her spine stiffened under his fingers. “With you?”

“Maybe, but for now, all I’m asking is that you let me prove to you that not all men are like him, that I am not like him.” Cole took a deep breath just behind her right ear. “Turn around.”

She held her head high and proud as she turned to look directly at him, letting him know she didn’t care in the least that she was standing before him completely naked, save for her heels, stockings, and the black ribbon around her neck.

Cole made sure to keep his eyes on hers even though his whole body was screaming at him to look down. Look down and see the rest of what you have uncovered!

“My final negotiation is this: You with me every night this week and every morning when I wake up. I get to touch you with all of my body, no restrictions.”

He saw her sway a little, and he wondered if she even realized she did it. As her eyes dilated, it was obvious how turned on she was, and the thought of being with him in that way was pressing a button she didn’t even seem to recognize.

“What do I get?” she finally asked.

Cole wrapped an arm around her waist so fast that she didn’t even see it coming. Tugging her body forward toward his, he made sure to press every hard inch of himself up against her as he leaned her slightly back and loomed down over her. “You get ten seconds to ask for two things, and then you get me.”

Rachel felt her pussy clench as she stared into eyes that had flashed to fire. He was incredible as he hovered over her. She could tell he was wound tight because his cock was pulsating against her body, like a second heartbeat.

Everything he’d said and done to her had been designed to drive her out of her mind, and it had worked. As she stood there, wrapped in his strong arms, she found it difficult to think, let alone think of two things to ask for.

“So, what will it be, Rachel?”

Rachel squirmed against his clothing, enjoying the feel of her flesh rubbing against the material. Finally, she came up with something she wanted more than anything at this moment. “I want you to take off your shirt and pants.”

She watched as an expression close to triumph crossed Cole’s features.

Ever the lawyer, he clarified, “So, that’s a yes then?”

Rachel nodded. “I said yes before, but to be crystal clear now, yes, I accept.”

“Done,” he agreed, sealing her fate. Releasing his hold around her waist, he told her, “Go and lie down on my bed. I’ll be right there.”

Rachel took a deep breath and went to move past him, but then his hand shot out to grip her arm. Glancing down, she saw a glimpse of writing on his forearm before he drew her attention back to his face.

“Leave on your stockings. I want to take them off.”

Stepping around him, she made her way over to the large bed and crawled up onto the cream duvet. As she went to lie in the center, she removed the tie from her hair and fluffed it out around her.

Turning on her knees, she noticed he hadn’t moved at all. His back facing her, he was still standing at the foot of the bed where she had left him. Placing a pillow behind her head, she tried to remind herself to breathe as she reclined, but somehow, the message was not getting to her brain. Her heart started to beat erratically as she watched his large shoulders shifting slightly.

What the hell is he waiting for?

Her question was answered almost as soon as she thought it. Cole shrugged and let his black shirt fall down off his back and arms, revealing one of the most elaborate tattoos Rachel had ever seen. In the center of his shoulder blades was a circular but jagged pattern with intricate details. From where she was lying, Rachel couldn’t quite make out what exactly it was, but she thought it looked like several pitchforks or tridents. They were all joined in the center by what looked like a cog, and woven around it was what she thought could be rope.

Now, that has to tell a story of some sort. Rachel found herself anxious to hear it. Holy shit, this guy is one surprise after another, she thought, squeezing her thighs together.

He seemed to be cracking his neck while he stretched it from side to side, and Rachel kept her eyes fixed on him as he dropped the shirt onto the trunk. She really wanted a closer look at his ink, but she didn’t dare move. Quite honestly, she didn’t think she could if she wanted to.

Once again, she caught a flash of the writing on his arm. It looked like it was in another language, and she was dying to ask him what it said. It was probably something stuffy, like I know everything, just ask me. At that thought, Rachel let out a small giggle.

He looked over his shoulder, and as soon as their eyes locked, her mirth disappeared, complete and utter lust replacing it. He let his eyes finally trail down over her breasts, taut stomach, and navel ring until she felt it land between her thighs, which were currently squeezed tight together.

Raising his eyes back to hers, he turned fully, and she caught a glimpse of another bold black ink design on the right side of his ribs. She couldn’t tell what it was, but as he started to unbuckle his belt, she didn’t think much beyond that.

“Why are your legs squeezed so tightly together? It’s going to be difficult for me to get between them if you have them shut like a vise.”

Of their own volition, Rachel’s thighs parted until she knew he was getting a perfect view of her piercing and the moisture made evident from her desire.

“Hmm, that’s much better. Whenever you are waiting for me, always wait as though I’m above you and about to slide inside you. Always be ready for me.”

Rachel felt her breath catch in her throat, and she realized then that she didn’t stand a chance in hell of resisting all that was Cole.

Rachel was looking at him like she was going to come just from seeing him undress. He liked that, but he had other plans in mind, and just in case she had any ideas, he made himself perfectly clear.

“For the next week, you don’t touch yourself unless I ask you to. Your orgasms, keep them all for me.” He pulled the belt from its loops, and when she didn’t respond, he pushed. “Got that?”

She nodded, seemingly at a loss for words, as he toed off his shoes and began undoing his pants. Cole finally pushed them off his body, revealing a pair of black Calvin Klein boxers. Meticulous as ever, he bent down to pick up the pants, and then he placed them on the trunk.

Removing his socks, he threw them on top of the pile before walking around to the side of the bed. Pressing one knee down on the mattress, he climbed up onto it, moving to the foot of the plush bedspread. When he got to her feet, he kneeled between her ankles and looked up her body.

Fucking hell, her breasts are perfection, he thought as he continued raising his eyes until blue met hazel. Trying to stay on track, he chose not to comment.

“Give me your left foot,” he demanded.

She raised her foot to him, and he placed it against his shoulder. He noticed she couldn’t tear her eyes from his as he reached forward and rolled the stocking down her thigh, over her knee, and off her calf and ankle. He tossed the silk behind him as he placed her foot back down on the bed. He didn’t even have to request the second foot. Rachel automatically raised it, and he repeated the move. When he was done, she was completely naked, except for that pretty ribbon around her neck.

Through a choppy breath, she asked, “What about you? You didn’t meet my requirements.”

He raised his right arm to push his fingers through his hair. “Yes, I did.”

Rachel seemed to think about that, but she couldn’t stop herself from arguing. “No, you didn’t.”

Ahh, brave and daring. That will get her into trouble every time.

Rachel shook her head, thinking back to their conversation. I asked him to remove his shirt and—

Her thought was interrupted as two large hands suddenly gripped her ankles, hauling her down the mattress. Her eyes automatically focused on the large frame now moving down over her. Fitting his hips in tight against hers, Cole pushed hard as he placed both palms on each side of her head.

“You asked me to remove my shirt and pants,” he reminded her.

Rachel was trying to remember how to string a sentence together with so much of him around and over her. All she could manage to say was, “You cheated.”

The feral smile he gave her sent a thrill directly to her clit as he rocked his hips against her naked flesh.

“I never cheat, Rachel, but I do pay attention to the details.”

Raising her hands, she gripped his biceps as he continued to rock his hard-on against her.

“So, this is it?”

Cole leaned his head down to her ear and bit the lobe. “Why so impatient? Isn’t the wait half the fun? Just think how good it will be when I’m finally deep, deep inside you.”

Rachel raised her hips up, chasing every thrust of his. “So, you’re a tease then?”

Her eyes zoomed in on the flexing muscles and veins popping out along his biceps as Cole pushed himself up over her. Beneath his tamed and polished exterior, Cole was a fucking animal, and she wanted to be devoured by him.

“I’m not teasing you yet. You’ve come twice. I haven’t come at all. I’m merely giving you incentive to stay the full week.”

Rachel raised her thighs to each side of him and squeezed his hips tightly. Pulling herself up against him, she rubbed her piercing against his cotton-covered cock as she parted her mouth. All her efforts were an attempt to alleviate the building pressure between her thighs.

“It’s not going to work,” he informed her as she continued to rub herself all over him. “And, if you come before I do, I’m not going to fuck you tomorrow either.”

Immediately, Rachel stopped.

“Ahh, that got your attention.”

As she released her thighs from around his waist, she stretched them out beside his. “You said it was your turn. If not this, then what?”

“It’s my turn to come.” Lowering his mouth to hers, he softly promised, “And I’m going to mark what’s mine.”

Rachel’s eyes widened as she watched him move his right hand down her body until she felt it between her thighs.

“And what’s mine, Rachel?”

She was about to tell him when his fingers zeroed in on her piercing, and instead, she just moaned.

“That’s right. This. This is mine.” Cole ran his fingers between the two little studs. This is so fucking sexy. “Look at me,” he demanded as her eyes started to close. “You keep your eyes on mine.”

Moving his hand off her body, he pulled down his boxers over his ass and thighs, and then he moved to thrust his finally naked cock against her bare skin.

With his teeth clenched, he let out a hiss of sheer agonizing pleasure at the feel of her skin against his engorged hot flesh. He felt her tense against him, and he knew the minute she felt his own piece of metal slide against her skin. When she shifted, he could tell she was about to try and look down between them.

“Eyes on mine, Rachel. You can look and touch some other time,” he promised gruffly.

He wanted to get inside her so badly that he almost gave up on this insane moment of self-inflicted torture, but the way she was looking at him made him continue. Her eyes were filled with a sense of awe. He didn’t know the source of it though. My body? How she is feeling? Or maybe the way I’m making her feel? In any case, the force of her approval drove him to continue.

“Hands above your head.”

Completely in the moment, she showed no hesitation as she reached back over her head and clasped her hands together. As he let his eyes finally drop to her beautiful breasts, he promised himself that they, along with her navel ring calling out to him, were next on the list. Right now though, he needed release, and he needed it now.

Reaching up to where her hands were tightly clenched together, his right hand circled her small wrists as his left palm ran down her side to her hip. He slid his left hand under her ass and pressed her hips up to meet his.

Lowering his forehead to the pillow beside her, he asked, “Do you remember when you were young and inexperienced and holding hands was a thrill? That moment when your date would drive you home and maybe start to kiss you, touch you?”

Rachel groaned and lifted her hips, but he made sure to keep his just out of reach.

“I do. God, I wanted to rub my cock against everything I could find back then, just to make it feel good. That’s what I want to do right now. I want to take you back to before someone hurt you. I want to pretend we’re in the backseat of a car, and I want us to rub up against each other until it’s so fucking good that we just have to come.”

With that, he started to rock his hips against hers. While he sucked her earlobe between his lips, she whimpered as her legs spread farther apart, and she arched up against him. He could feel her juices coating his cock as he slid it back and forth, generating an intimate hot, wet body rub.

“Cole!” she cried out.

She strained against his grip, but he held her wrists tightly as he slid his body against hers. He could feel her hard nipples against his as his piercings abraded them, adding a delicious new thrill to the full body rub, and he could feel her navel ring against his abs. Every single move they made together created a friction that was burning him up to the point of maximum heat.

Finally, he looked down at her to see her blue eyes were watching him closely. Her mouth parted as he thrust against her.

“Please,” she requested on a breathy sigh.

“This is my turn, remember? You have to wait for me,” he reminded as he felt his body tightening from her plea.

“Cole, please,” she begged again.

And that was all it took.

He closed his eyes, grinding hard against her. As he replayed her voice seeking permission, he felt his climax hit him hard, making his body tense and his spine tingle. He threw his head back and groaned as he came all over her mound and abdomen. When he opened his eyes, he saw two mesmerized blue orbs looking back at him.

Reaching down between them, he ran his fingers over her needy flesh, lubricating them with their juices, as he played with her hood piercing. When he slipped his fingers inside her, she arched her back beneath him, and he lowered his mouth, finally taking one of her nipples between his lips. She thrust her hips against his hand, and within seconds, she came with a loud cry as her body gripped his fingers tight.

Leaning down over her, he bit her bottom lip. “Who does this belong to for the next week?”

Without any hesitation, Rachel replied on a sigh, “You.”

Rachel awoke with a start as her dreams finally caught up to her. Sitting up quickly, she looked around and realized she was not in her own bed.

What the—

Cole. I’m at Cole’s.

She was lying between silk sheets, and she had the most comfortable pillow under her head. Looking around the luxurious room, she noticed it was empty. The sun was peeking through the closed heavy navy curtains, and as she looked at the black alarm clock on the side table, she noticed it was six thirty in the morning.

Yawning, she stretched her arms out over her head and thought back to last night.

Shit! Now, that was an experience.

Cole Madison sure hadn’t been a disappointment in any way, and he still hadn’t even…well, taken her. No, the stubborn man had given her three mind-blowing orgasms if she included the club, and then dry humped her to one of his own.

Is it really dry humping when things got so wet and sticky? Ahh, now, there is an important question, she thought with a small laugh.

She wasn’t complaining. The sheer eroticism of that act with the way he had been staring down at her had elevated the whole you-scratch-my-itch-and-I’ll-scratch-yours to exceptional proportions.

And that reminded Rachel. Where the hell is he?

She pushed back the covers, swung her legs over the edge, and got out of the king-size bed. She was halfway to the bathroom when the bedroom door opened, and the man in question strode in. Already dressed for the day, he was immaculately put together in black tailored pants and a pressed white shirt. His hair and stubble were all ideally groomed, and around his neck was a bright red tie knotted to perfection.

His eyes zeroed in on her, and she was sure, any moment now, her brain would provide her with the ability to move. However, as it was, she was a prisoner to her fickle mind as he made his way toward her.

As he got closer, Rachel tried to remind herself that he hadn’t done one thing last night to hurt or scare her, but that didn’t stop her from backing up until her naked backside hit the wall. He continued until he was only inches away from her. In the way he seemed to like, he placed both hands on each side of her head.

“Good morning.”

Rachel tilted her head back to meet his gaze full-on. “Morning.”

“It’s not good for you?”

Trying for nonchalance, she shrugged. “Semantics.”

“Semantics, I care about, so I’ll ask you again. Is it a good morning?”

Deciding to go for honesty since she was standing there butt-ass naked, she nodded. “One of the best in a long time.”

“I’m pleased to hear it,” he admitted as he stepped back. “So, what time should I expect you tonight?”

Rachel quickly went over everything she had to do, but she found it was difficult to concentrate while she was so…jeez, naked!

“Uh, would you mind if we have this conversation after I’m dressed?”

“Yes, I do mind. I actually prefer you naked.”

Rachel scoffed, “Like that’s a huge surprise.”

“So? What time?” he pushed as though she hadn’t even asked a question.

“Well, I only work at the flower shop today until four. Exquisite is closed on Mondays, but I do need to call Mason and tell him I won’t be able to make dinner.” Thinking about that for a moment, she winced at the twenty questions she knew she would get. “Actually, maybe I’ll call Josh.”

“Why Josh?” Cole immediately questioned.

Rachel warily lifted her gaze to him. He seemed to notice her reaction because he rephrased the question.

“I was just curious why you would call him. I didn’t realize you were that close.”

Rachel nodded. “He’s like a brother to me.” She then raised her chin. Challenging him, she asked, “Is that going to be a problem? Because if it is, we might as well forget this whole thing right now.”

Cole moved away and walked over to the clothes valet. He lifted his wallet and slid it into his back pocket. He turned and walked back to her, holding out his phone. “No problem. Why don’t you give him a call?”

Rachel took the phone and looked him in the eye. “I feel weird calling him with no clothes on.”

Cole gave her a look, conveying to her that her lack of clothing was the least of her worries, as he dropped down on his knees before her. “Then, you’re going to feel really weird with what I have planned. Call him, Rachel.”

Looking up at her from where he was kneeling, Cole wondered what the fuck was the matter with him. He needed to get out the door and to the office. But when he had walked into his room to say good-bye, he had seen her standing there, naked, except for the little black ribbon, and his cock had different ideas.

He needed one more taste.

He heard her dial the number, and as she waited, resting up against the wall, she glared down at him. He reached up and flicked the little hood piercing he was now fascinated with. He knew he was a perverted fuck, but as the phone must have connected, he couldn’t help the grin that pulled at his mouth when she realized what just happened.

Rachel stared down at the man at her feet. He was such a contrast, kneeling there in his perfectly tailored suit, and she had to admit the sight completely turned her on. She was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t realized what the sneaky jerk had done until the call connected and Josh’s voice came over the line.

“Cole? Really? You’re calling me at six thirty in the morning? Man, you need to get a life.”

Fuming, Rachel pulled Cole’s phone away from her ear and aimed furious eyes down at the man who was now blowing a warm breath between her thighs. Reaching down, she gripped his hair and tugged his head away from her body. Unrepentant, he grinned at her and raised a questioning brow as if to say, What do you want me to do about it?

Pulling the phone up to look at it, Rachel quickly hit the end button. She was about to toss it on the bed when it rang like a fire alarm in her hand. Cole chuckled as she glared at him.

Against her flesh, he whispered, “I dare you.”

“I don’t care. If I answer this, it is going to cause mass chaos.”

“And do you really want me to answer it?” he asked her calmly.

Good point. There was no telling what he would say. Nope. It could go straight to voice mail. She hit the off button and threw it on the bed.

Cole kissed her hard between her legs. Then, rising to his feet, he gave her a kiss that almost blew her mind.

Who knew the suit would have such a dirty side?

“You need to tell them, so they don’t worry.”

“I will.”

“Where’s your phone?” he questioned.

“It’s in my bag by the front door.”

Cole nodded once and gave her another quick kiss. “Wait here.”

As he left the room, Rachel was shallow enough to take a moment and think he looked just as good leaving as he did coming. Literally. So, she stood with her back and ass against the wall until he walked back in. He handed her the phone and waited patiently for her to dial the number.

Bossy man.

When the phone connected, Josh answered for the second time.

“Rachel? Jesus, what’s with everyone this morning?”

She laughed at the grumble in his voice. Even as a teenager, he had never been a terrific morning person.

“Sorry to wake you, Josh.”

“You didn’t. Someone else did.”

Her eyes flew to the larger-than-life presence standing in front of her with his arms crossed.

“So, um…I’m not going to be able to come to dinner tonight, and I was wondering if you could let Mase know.”

There was a pause. As she stood there naked, she felt as though he could see her through the phone, and her guilt made her think he was about to call her out.

“So, why not tell Mason yourself?” he asked, his voice groggy.

“Well, um…that’s a great question,” she hedged.

She locked eyes with Cole’s. Rolling his eyes, he reached out and grabbed the phone from her. Rachel squeaked as she slapped at his hand and tried to get it back. In hindsight, she realized she must have looked extremely ridiculous, but that didn’t bother her one bit. What bothered her was the fact that Cole was about to—

Yep, too late.

“Joshua?” Cole waited for his friend and business associate’s brain to catch up.

“Cole?”

“Yes. Rachel is here with me.”

He waited for one, two, three seconds, and that was when the question came.

“What the hell is she doing with you at six thirty?” Josh paused. “Is she in jail?”

Cole chuckled. “No, she is not in jail. Although, considering the way she is currently glaring at me, I think she wants to murder me.”

“Hang on, hang on! Rachel is there…with you?”

“This is her phone.”

“Madison, what are you doing?” his friend finally demanded.

“Now, if I told you the answer to that, you’d likely want to kill me, too. Anyway, be a good friend, would you? Tell her brother something to get her out of tonight.”

“Like what? That you’re fucking his sister?”

“Careful,” Cole warned. He looked at the woman who had given up the fight for her phone as she was now standing naked and vulnerable in front of him. “You wouldn’t want to say something you would regret. Just know that she’s here with me, and she’s safe.”

“Cole,” Josh growled his own warning through the phone.

“What?” Cole barked back at Josh. He felt like a possessive dog, and he knew Josh was feeling it, too, but they each had different reasons.

“Don’t hurt her.”

Cole let his eyes run over her once more. “I don’t plan to.”

And with that, he ended the call.