TamingTara

Chapter Eleven

When the scorching ecstasy of her orgasm began to fade, Tara wanted to crawl out from under Joe and run. Far. Fast. Dear God, what had they done? His body radiated heat against hers, his arms and legs rough with hair, the skin over his shoulders smooth, muscles strong and powerful. She closed her eyes against thoughts of work, about how she and Joe were going to face each other at the office after this. She must have lost her lust-crazed mind.

This was a gigantic mistake, but it was too late now to change things. And as his cock stirred inside her, still huge, her body twitched in response, her pussy quivering again. God, even that hard fucking hadn’t been enough for her, apparently.

And apparently it wasn’t for Joe either.

“I want to do that again,” he groaned in her ear. Her body thrilled at his words. And at how hot he’d been for her. She felt sexy, wanted, desirable—something she’d never felt with a man before. But how could she have done those things? Let him order her around, tell her what to do and then let him do such wicked things to her. But it hadn’t felt wrong. Just…irresistible. Incredible. Satisfying.

“No…” She tried to protest. But his hands started doing things to her, stroking her, touching her in places he somehow knew were connected straight to her pussy. Her breasts had never been so sensitive, so full and tender, and his mouth on her nipples had lust unfurling inside her all over again.

He rolled to one side to get rid of the condom, then pushed her onto her back. He slid a hand between them and cupped her mound. His fingers just rested there, holding her. “You liked it when I spanked your pretty pussy.”

A blade of lust stabbed her womb and her pussy clenched hard.

“And you’d like even more than that.” He nuzzled her neck below her ear. “Wouldn’t you?”

Her pussy vibrated with need again already and he’d barely touched her. It was his words inflaming her, making her fever-hot.

His smile deepened and his fingers twitched on her sex. She couldn’t help it. She lifted her pelvis into his hand. “Mmm.” He made a little noise of approval and kissed the top curve of one breast.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she whispered.

He lifted his head. “Maybe I won’t let you.”

Her eyes widened. She tried to push at him, but he kept nuzzling her, sucking gently on the flesh on the side of her neck, licking over her collarbone.

“Joe. Seriously. I have to go. Do you want me to have an accident?”

She felt his smile.

“Do what I tell you and I’ll let you up to go to the bathroom.”

Dear God! Her body tightened. “What…what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to suck my cock.”

Oh. Oh. Oh. Like that was a hardship. Her mouth watered to taste him. But him telling her what to do didn’t sit well. She wanted to argue, to tell him to go to hell. Her bladder twinged. She swallowed.

She bent and kissed his bare chest, which swelled at her touch. She licked him. Then she sucked a small flat nipple into her mouth, making him gasp.

He grabbed her hair, twisted his fingers into it and lifted her head. He growled at her and she smiled.

This was Joe. She still could hardly believe it. For a moment, she looked at him, remembering him in her office, asking smart questions, driving her crazy, making her do that goddamn business case. He was businesslike, smart, super-sexy and right now he was big and naked and in her bed and he had her obeying his every command like a slave.

He tugged her hair, urging her lower. “Do it, Tara,” he muttered, eyes closed, cheekbones darkened with desire. “Suck me.”

She wasn’t sure how she was going to do that, given his size, but she wanted to try. She kissed her way down his flat stomach, stopping to dip her tongue into his navel, and he jerked. Then she spent some time on the flesh between navel and pubic hair, kissing and licking and sucking. That seemed to please him and he shuddered and twitched at her touch. She squirmed lower, almost fearful, but her mouth wanted him. She laid her hands on his thighs, hairy and, right now, soft and relaxed although she knew he was all muscle, and pushed them open.

Earlier he’d studied her intimately, making her squirm with embarrassment that had turned to pleased delight, knowing he liked what he saw there. And she liked what she saw too. My God. He was powerfully masculine, his cock large and hard, heavily veined, with a pronounced ridge around the head, rising up out of a thick black nest of wiry curls. She drew in a deep breath, put her hands around him and tugged experimentally.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned and his fingers tightened in her hair, pulling the hair back off her face, pushing her head toward him. In the past, when guys had done that to her, she hated it, hated them thrusting her head toward their groin in a greedy demand. But at this moment, his hands in her hair, tugging, urging, the soft moans as he implored her for more, murmuring her name, turned her on so much she had to stop and press a hand between her legs.

When she paused, his eyes fluttered open. Seeing her crouched there between his legs, her hand pressed to her pussy while she gasped for control, he started to push up.

“Are you coming, Tara?” he asked hoarsely.

She bit her lip. “No. Almost. I just….sorry.” Then she couldn’t believe she’d apologized for that. He’d told her she couldn’t come unless he said so, but that was ridiculous!

His eyes darkened. “Do it. Let yourself come.”

She shifted the pressure of her hand and shuddered. Oh God. A fast, hard orgasm shook her, her full bladder intensifying the sensation. Her breathing was quick and shallow as she recovered.

“Holy shit,” Joe said. After a few breaths she lifted her head and pushed her hair back.

“Sorry,” she said again breathlessly. “I couldn’t help it.” She shook her head a little, in awe of herself for the rapid orgasm, but also in annoyance at once again apologizing to him for it. “That’s never happened before.”

He nodded, eyes dark and liquid, watching her intently, patiently. Apparently there would be no punishment forthcoming. And that thought sent a flash of fire through her.

She licked her lips and bent her head again, even more eager to taste him. She kissed the tip of him, sucking ever so gently with just her lips, then swirled her tongue around the flared rim. Then she took him deeper, sucking him, licking him, moving her head up and down.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned. “Fuck, Tara, your mouth is incredible.”

Something warmed inside her at his praise. His eyes closed and he gave a low groan. She took more of him into her mouth, his weight smooth and heavy on her tongue. He filled her mouth, stretched her lips, but he smelled and tasted so damn good, tasted like clean, warm, aroused male.

“Easy, baby,” he moaned. “Slow and easy.”

She took more of him, deeper, rubbing him with her tongue. His hips lifted, his hands gathered back her slipping hair and held it at her nape.

“Oh yeah,” he groaned, hands back in her hair. “Suck it hard, baby. Damn.”

She loved the way he filled her pussy, but the advantage of a smaller guy was she could take him all the way in her mouth. No way could she take all of Joe. Using her hands and her mouth, though, she sucked and licked him until he was taut and shaking on the bed.

“Touch my balls,” he ordered, his voice rough and sexy.

She slid one hand lower, beneath the heavy sac, and cupped him. His balls were full and tight. She gave a gentle experimental squeeze. “Yes,” he groaned. “Harder. It’s okay.” She gave a firmer squeeze, then a tug, her hand on his shaft going one way and the hand on his balls the other. He let out a long, low groan and she was afraid she’d hurt him, but then he said, “Oh God, Tara, that’s so good.” She did it again, rolling his testicles in their sac, her mouth sucking hard. His balls tightened even more, drawing up against his body.

He moved into her mouth in small thrusts, and she focused on relaxing her throat, breathing through her nose, her heart beating wildly.

“Hell, Tara, you’re driving me out of my mind. That’s it…so good…suck it…”

His words thrilled her, urged her on. She’d never been so excited to do this, her mouth full of him, tasting his arousal, wanting so much for it to be good for him. Her mouth moved on him, one hand circling the base of his cock, the other cupping his balls.

She played for a while, alternately licking the head, kissing it gently, opening her mouth on the side of his shaft and sucking, then taking him deep again. She kissed the soft skin where thigh met hip, nuzzled his rough hair, inhaled the scent of him, then held his shaft and licked it all over.

“Hoy shit, Tara,” he groaned. “Damn…”

She sucked him in again, so big and heavy in her mouth, moving her lips up and down the shaft now wet from her attention.

“Gonna come, sweetheart.” His hands tangled in her hair again. She nodded without lifting her mouth from him, sucked and squeezed harder and faster and then he came in her mouth, pulsing hot, tantalizing jets into her. She sucked and swallowed until he was done, then let him slide out of her mouth.

“Christ, Tara,” he muttered, tugging her hair harder to lift her head off him.

She lifted her eyes and gazed up his chest at him. His head was back, eyes closed, breathing heavily. His hands gentled in her hair, fingertips stroking her head, and like he had earlier, she laid her cheek down on his flat stomach and put her hand over his hip bone.

Lord, what had she done? Her fingers moved over his smooth skin, the sharp, pleasing taste of him lingering in her mouth.

His fingers continued to stroke her hair lazily. “C’mere,” he finally said and she wriggled herself up over his body, stretching out on top of him. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her mouth, a long, open-mouthed kiss. “That was incredible. Thank you.”

His gratitude warmed her inside, something softening in her chest, and their eyes searched each other’s, not quite sure what was going on here.

“Okay,” he said, giving her a smack on her bottom. “Now you can go to the bathroom.”

She inhaled deeply and slid out of bed, then padded barefoot across the room to the attached bathroom. She sat in there for a long time, the taste of him still on her tongue. Delicious, dark and male.

What was she supposed to do now?

Run. Get the hell out of here. This could not keep going. She pressed a hand to her tummy, prepared to walk out and find her clothes, dress and leave.

But when she walked back into the dim bedroom, her clothes were gone.

She stood in the middle of the carpet, searching the room with her eyes, unbearably aware of her nudity and Joe lounging in the bed, sitting against the headboard, hands behind his head, displaying his rounded biceps and the flat muscles of his chest and abs. He watched her with amusement.

“What did you do with my clothes?” she demanded.

He smiled. “You don’t need them.”

“Yes! I do! I’m leaving now!”

He shook his head and patted the bed beside him. “No, you’re not. Come back to bed, Tara. We aren’t nearly done.”

Her legs went weak and her heart pinged in her chest. She closed her eyes against the sinful temptation of his naked body, powerful muscles, gleaming dark skin dusted with black hair and his huge beautiful cock. Heat simmered low inside her.

“I need to use the bathroom too,” he said, throwing back the duvet. Oh God. His thighs were heavily muscled, his penis semi-hard and heart-stoppingly large, framed by that aggressive thatch of black curls. He was intensely, fiercely masculine and she stayed standing in the middle of the room as he climbed out of bed and came toward her.

She had clothes in the closet she left there for times she stayed overnight. She’d grab something as soon as he was in the bathroom and be out of there. That didn’t solve the problem of how they were going to face each other Monday morning, but at least it would get her out of this dangerous situation.

“Come with me.”

He slid his hand around hers and tugged her with him. She dug her bare feet into the carpet, but he pulled her off balance and she stumbled along. He was taking her into the bathroom with him? Oh God.

“You’re not leaving,” he murmured, pulling her into the bathroom. “Close your eyes if you want to.” He held onto her with one hand and moved in front of the toilet, taking his penis in the other hand. Jesus!

She squeezed her eyes shut, averting her head as he relieved himself, picturing it but unwilling to open her eyes and see something so profoundly intimate. He was an animal! How could he be doing this to her?

He sandwiched her between him and the vanity, reaching around her to wash his hands, and she looked down and watched him rub his soapy hands together under the running water to avoid seeing their naked images in the mirror. Then he opened the door and her heart lurched again when he swung her up in his arms and carried her back to bed.

She wasn’t a petite little thing, so his strength was impressive. He laid her back on the mattress and was instantly beside her, radiating heat off his satiny skin. She pulled the duvet up over her chilling body and her mind’s resistance totally succumbed to the pleasure of absorbing his warmth. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

The roughness of his face turned her on. She put a hand up to touch it again, stroking the sandpapery skin. It was so masculine, so tough, so bad. She almost laughed at herself for being so turned-on by whiskers. He turned his face and kissed her palm and then she melted.

This was insane. Totally, completely off the charts crazy. How had she let herself get into this mess? Much as she wanted to blame him, try to claim he’d taken her against her will, she couldn’t deny she’d been a very willing participant. Reluctant, but willing. Somehow he’d hypnotized her or something.

Or something. He’d definitely taken charge. Which usually irked her to no end. But it was almost a relief to give in to it, to have the choice taken away from her. And how barbaric and prehistoric was that? Did she want to be dragged by her hair back to a cave?

Apparently so. That’s basically what he’d done.

She closed her eyes. Strange sensations bubbled and churned inside her. God, he could not be right about her. That was so not who she was. She had to be strong, had to be tough to show Grandpa and Joe and every other man she could run that business. Joe kept telling her she had to be honest with herself, but she really didn’t want to think about what this all meant, what this all said about her. It scared the freakin’ crap out of her.

The shades on the window were dark now, the sun having set.

“I have to get back to the city,” she said.

“No.”

She sucked in her bottom lip. “Joe.”

“Tara. You can’t leave. You have no clothes.”

She gave a huff of laughter. “Yes, I do. I keep extra clothes here. They’re in the closet.”

“Not anymore.”

“What!” Her eyes flew open. “You took all the clothes in the closet too? What did you do with them?”

He smiled down at her. “Never mind.” He stroked a hand over her shoulder, sending ribbons of sensations curling through her. “I plan to keep you here, naked and at my mercy.” His forehead crinkled. “Just one problem. I only had one condom.”

“Well. There you go. There’s no point in staying then.”

He smiled. “There are other things we can do.”

She rolled her head from side to side on the pillow. “No. We can’t.”

He flipped her over to her back and loomed above her, radiating heat and intense sexuality.

“Yes,” he said. He bent his head and kissed her again. “We can.”

“But…but I’m hungry.” She had no idea what time it was, but it must be long past dinner time. And she wasn’t just making that up. Her stomach did feel a little hollow.

“Hungry, hmm? Okay. This is how it’s going to work. You do what I tell you to do and I’ll reward you. I’ll let you eat. Go to the bathroom. Have an orgasm.”

She almost choked on her gasp. Her muscles tensed and adrenaline heated her veins. He was the most depraved, infuriating, sadistic animal she’d ever met! He could not do this to her! This was an outrage.

“You have got to be joking!” she growled through gritted teeth. “You’re insane!”

He shook his head, hands tightening on her shoulders even as she tried to lift up off the bed, pressing her down into the mattress. “You, my sweet little spitfire, need to learn some lessons.”

“I’m not learning a damn thing from you! Get off me!”

But he played dirty. Her nipples were tender from all he’d done to them and he had only to put his mouth over one and she was arching up into him, shuddering with delight. He sucked gently, then licked the nipple in a slow stroke that made her wet. Gently he licked and sucked at the tip of each breast, sensation streaking from nipple to womb until she writhed on the bed under him.

Then he stopped.

Jesus! Her pussy throbbed and ached.

“What is there to eat in this house?” he asked.

She blinked up at him, her mind fuzzy and blank. “Eat?”

“You said you were hungry.”

She could have wept, hovering on the edge of an orgasm. How did he do this to her? “I don’t know!”

“Let’s go look.” He rolled out of bed, reached a hand for her and tugged her out too, then led her out of the bedroom.

“Joe! Could we put something on?”

“Nuh-uh. Don’t need clothes.”

He led her into the kitchen where he opened the refrigerator. “Hey. A bottle of wine.”

“What more do we need?” She pursed her lips and folded her arms across her bare breasts.

He kept peering into the fridge. “Olives. Of course. Cheese. D’you think there’s any bread?”

“No.”

He blistered her with a look—a hot, warning look—and she gave a huff and opened a cupboard. “But there are crackers,” she said, pulling out a box.

“Perfect. Find us a plate.”

She tightened her lips but opened another cupboard and retrieved a bright yellow plate, one of the colorful Fiesta dishes filling the cupboards. She set it on the counter and dumped some crackers from the box while Joe sliced cheese.

“And a bowl for these olives,” he said. “And how about some wineglasses?”

Her teeth clenched, but she found a bowl and two wineglasses. He handed her the jar of olives. “Got a corkscrew?”

She took the olives but stood there, staring him down. He smiled.

“I could look through all the drawers,” he said mildly. “But it’s faster if you know where it is.”

“Top left drawer,” she snapped, wrenching the lid off the jar of olives. She scooped a generous mound of olives into a bowl while Joe pulled the cork out of the wine, then poured two glasses. He handed her one.

“Here. This will help relax you.”

“I don’t need to relax.” A ridiculous statement. Her nerves were stretched taut, her muscles so tight her neck was starting to ache. Joe laughed.

He stroked a hand down her arm and she became instantly, skin-tinglingly aware again that they were both naked. His fingers lingered on her wrist, over the pulse that leaped there. “Relax,” he murmured. “Let’s go eat in bed.”

Her eyes widened at that, but she said nothing, picking up her glass and the bowl of olives and following him to the bedroom. She couldn’t even make a break for escape. He was holding her captive there with no restraints.