Fine in Lingerie: Lingerie #11 Page 12

  I gripped the whip so tightly my knuckles turned white. Her silence was a challenge, and that challenge only turned me on more. I would make her cry before I was through. I’d watch the tears stream down her face as I fucked her.

  But then she said something that changed everything. “You know what’s sad? I did want to sleep with you. You’re the first man who’s made my panties wet in…years. After everything I’ve been through, I didn’t think it was possible for me to even think about sex again. But with you, I thought about it. If we’d met under different circumstances, I would have fucked you. I probably would have even done this willingly because it turns you on. But instead, this is how it is…”

  My hand slackened on the whip. I stared at her naked body with a little less desire. Instead of wanting her violently, I pictured a different outcome for our relationship. I remembered the way she’d let me touch her, let me get near her. I remembered the way she would look at me when she thought I wasn’t watching. There was chemistry between us. It’d been there since the day we met. I knew she wasn’t lying, some manipulative game to get inside my head.

  I held the whip between my fingers, but my resolve was slowly slipping away. I wanted this woman so much that I didn’t care how I had her. I’d justified my behavior by making an arbitrary set of rules for her to break…and then I tricked her into breaking them. Instead of being a real man who seduced a woman, I took advantage of her situation and the power I had over her. Instead of putting in the time to get between her legs, I got lazy and took a shortcut.

  She was right. I was an asshole.

  I tossed the whip on the ground and unlocked the cuffs around her ankles.

  “What are you doing?” she whispered.

  I walked around the bed and unlocked the cuffs that bound her wrists to the headboard. Once the chains were off, I tossed the key on the floor next to the whip. “You’re right, Mia. It is sad.” I sat on the edge of the bed, the condom still on my softening dick. I kept my back to her and rested my arms on my knees. “You can go.” I stared at the fireplace across the room. The logs were old because it’d been months since I’d lit a fire. I looked at the blank TV on the wall and waited for her to walk out. When she was gone, I would clean up and shower. I was in such a sour mood, I didn’t even want to jerk off.

  She sat up behind me but didn’t get off the bed. Instead, she lingered there, not even putting her clothes back on.

  I could vaguely see her movements in the reflection of the TV, but I couldn’t distinguish her features. My head tilted down, and I stared at my hands.

  She scooted closer to me before she pressed her hands against my back. She was probably at a loss for words, grateful I’d changed my mind. But she also probably thought I was weak. If I ever made another threat, she wouldn’t take it seriously. Her fingers explored my back, giving me a soft massage with a womanly touch. Her hands moved up again, and her fingers glided through my hair.

  The touch was so nice, I closed my eyes.

  Her thighs moved to either side of my hips, and she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Her soft lips pressed against my neck, giving me a kiss with a slight bit of tongue.

  I kept my eyes closed, savoring the way her plump tits felt against my back. Her nipples dragged against me, pointed and round. I thought it would be a single kiss, a sexy way for her to show her gratitude.

  But the kisses continued.

  The embraces were soft in the beginning, but then she kissed me harder, dragging her tongue over the cord in my neck. Her fingers dug into me gently, showing her arousal and her desperation. Her warm breaths entered my ear, the sexy noises filling my brain and making my cock hard again.

  If she didn’t want me, she should stop. Because I was seconds away from turning around and pinning her against the mattress.

  Her fingers grabbed my chin, and she turned my face toward hers. Her coffee-colored eyes looked into mine with mutual desire. Without blinking, she pressed her soft lips directly against mine and kissed me.

  Kissed me slowly.

  Kissed me softly.

  Kissed me good.

  My hand moved to the back of her head, and I cradled her there, my mouth moving with hers in the perfect rhythm. Her tongue felt perfect against mine. Her breaths filled my lungs, urging me to devour her. Her nails continued to scratch at me as she pulled me closer into her. “Fuck me.”

  I sucked in a breath between my teeth, and my cock twitched at the same time. My fingers dug farther into her hair, and I pulled her closer to me. The words were even sexier because I hadn’t expected to hear them. I’d just chained her to the bed with the intention of making her bleed. Now she wanted me inside her, but on her terms.

  I’d take it.

  I turned around and guided her back to the bed, our slow kiss still continuing. My hands explored her, from gently touching her neck to grasping one of her firm tits in my palm. My thumb flicked over her nipple, and I exhaled in her mouth because it felt as erotic as I imagined.

  Her hand cupped my cheek then slid into my hair, fisting the short strands as she hiked one leg around my hip.

  My hand slid down her leg and explored her thigh, moving all the way until I gripped her hips. I liked these slow and intense kisses, but my mouth naturally began to speed up. I kissed her harder, giving her more tongue as my cock thickened. Kissing her was better than I imagined it would be. It was better than kissing any woman. Maybe it was because I’d wanted her for so long or because I’d been celibate for weeks. I didn’t know what the explanation was, but I knew I wanted to kiss her and never stop.

  Her hands explored my body the way I’d just explored hers. She felt the solid muscles of my chest, and her fingers outlined my frame, feeling the riverbeds between my abs and the sex lines over my hips. She touched the small happy trail beneath my belly button then reached my balls. She fingered them gently, her soft fingers incredible against my sensitive sac.

  I moaned into her mouth, loving her gentle hands.

  She didn’t touch my dick, probably because it was sheathed inside a latex glove. But she explored my balls for a few more moments before she gripped my tight ass next, her fingers digging into the muscle.

  My hand moved between her legs, and my fingers found her clit. I rubbed her gently, treating her pussy with the same delicateness she treated my balls. My fingers moved in a circular motion, lightly stimulating her.

  She moaned into my mouth the second I touched her, like a man had never touched her in that special spot before. She breathed into my mouth before she kissed me harder, her nails being more aggressive than they were before. “Fuck me gently.” She spoke into my mouth as she kissed me. “It’s been a while…and you have a big dick.”

  My cock twitched as I listened to her instructions, listened to her preferences. This was really going to happen. I finally got to fuck this woman. I didn’t need to tie her down to enjoy her. She was giving herself to me, spreading her legs so I could enjoy her. It seemed like I’d earned it, and that made it sexier. “Yes, Mia.” When I said her name, all the muscles of my body tightened.

  She folded her other leg, giving me room to move between her thighs. Her hand gripped my ass as she guided me.

  My hand moved away from her clit, and I felt her slit with my fingers, checking to see that she was ready for me. Before my finger even moved inside her, I felt the pool of moisture that seeped right from her cunt.

  Fuck, she wanted me.

  She wanted me bad.

  She wasn’t just fucking me in gratitude. Her pussy wanted my dick. My fingers moved inside her because I wanted to feel her wetness all the way to my knuckle. Several inches deep, I could feel the sticky residue that lined her walls.

  I slowly pulled out, my breaths shaky against her lips. My cock was throbbing so much, it actually hurt. I was anxious to be inside her, more anxious than I’d been in my entire life. Even with this condom on my dick, I was excited.

  My arm hooked around the back of her knee as I position
ed her underneath me. My lips turned immobile for a moment, wanting to focus on her expression as I slid inside. My head found her opening, and I pushed past her tight entrance. Being a slave for years hadn’t changed her perfect anatomy. I sank inside her, moving inches at a time as I entered her. I could sense the tightness of her slit, feel the moisture surround me everywhere. I sank deeper until there was nowhere left to go.

  Her eyes brightened visibly, and instead of showing that constant look of hatred, her expression was soft. Her fingers caressed my hair, and she breathed against my mouth, her pants light and sexy. Her hand gripped my hip, and she bit her bottom lip when she felt me completely. There were no more smartass comments from her lips, no more pledges of hostility. Now she was just a woman, giving in to her attraction for me.

  I kissed her bottom lip and gently pulled it into my mouth. “You’re more beautiful than I imagined.” I could walk out of the house right now and find a beautiful woman in Milan. She wouldn’t be a victim of trafficking or abuse. She would be normal. But being with Mia showed me that I didn’t want normal, at least, not right now. I wanted a woman made of something stronger, a woman with battle scars that destroyed her skin but not her mind. I’d always been attracted to all kinds of women, from blondes to redheads. But I’d never been this attracted to anyone but her. There was something about her…and I knew it had to do with her past. I didn’t just want to hurt her.

  I wanted to bow to her.

  I gave her hard and even strokes, my body hitting her deep and tapping against her clit at the same time. Instead of kissing her, I kept my face above hers, watching the sexy reaction she had.

  Her fingers explored my chest, digging into the muscles underneath my tanned skin. She’d started to moan the second we began, unable to keep her lips closed because the moans continued indefinitely. Her tits shook with my thrusts, her nipples hardening until they were sharper than blades.

  I could feel her pussy change around my dick, feel the walls constrict. I could feel the increased moisture, the way her body prepared for the climax she was about to receive. Her lips started to tremble, and she couldn’t hide the short instance of surprise from entering her features.

  “I promised I would make you come.” Sometimes, I worked hard to satisfy a woman. Sometimes, I didn’t care about her pleasure at all. But this time, it was my main focus. Mia told me she didn’t think it was possible to want a man, not after what happened to her, but she wanted me…had wanted me since she first looked at me. I shouldn’t care about her suffering, not when I was going to return her in a very short amount of time, but I wanted her to feel good, to feel good because of me.

  “I just…” She breathed harder and bit her bottom lip as she felt the climax approach. “I just didn’t think it would happen so fast.”

  My hand moved into the back of her hair, and I fisted the strands hard. My gaze bored into hers, seeing this beautiful woman come apart for me. She took my dick as deeply as I gave it to her, enjoying it like every woman before her. “I’ll make it faster next time.” I rubbed my nose against hers before I kissed her again, this time fucking her a little harder. I pounded into her, driving her into an orgasm she didn’t expect.

  “God…” She stopped kissing me so she could scream in my mouth. “Carter…”

  I’d never loved hearing my name on a woman’s lips so much, not like I did right now.

  “Carter.”

  I pounded into her harder, making her scream louder. She tightened around me so much, it felt like my dick might snap in half. I pressed my forehead against hers and concentrated on her, making sure she enjoyed every single second of the long climax. I wanted her to live in the moment, to ride the high as long as she could. I focused on her, keeping my body in line so I wouldn’t finish too soon. Keeping myself in check had never been difficult, not when I got pussy on a regular basis, but it’d been weeks with no action. It was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do…to be a gentleman and wait for her to finish.

  When she stopped screaming in my face, I knew she was finished. Her pussy released my cock after it finished bruising it, and then she kissed me again. She kissed me hard, giving me a deeper affection than she had before. This time, it was full of gratitude, thanking me for making her feel such an incredible rush of pleasure. “Carter…your turn.” Her lips paused as she looked me in the eye. She focused her gaze on me, her tits still shaking from my thrusts. She grabbed my hips and directed me inside her, pulling me as far as she could before wincing in pain.

  With my eyes locked on hers, I thrust until my dick exploded. I shoved my dick as deep as I could go as I released into the condom, watching the satisfaction in her eyes as I hit my threshold. I dumped my come into the tip of the condom, pretending it wasn’t there at all and I was inserting my seed right inside her.

  The climax was good, so good that I would never forget it. I loved feeling her thighs around my hips, feeling her tits drag against my chest when I moved. I loved being buried deep inside her, just a man and a woman. I’d had more adventurous sex with more uninhibited women, but plain vanilla with this woman was far more satisfying. It was exactly what I wanted, the perfect ending to my obsession.

  When I finished, I stayed on top of her, letting my dick soften inside her.

  The arousal was still in her eyes, despite the satisfaction I just gave her. Her fingers glided along the back of my neck, and she looked at me with nothing less than affection. She pulled my lips to hers and kissed me again, her ankles coming together at my back.

  Once I finished, I usually rolled off and hopped in the shower right away. But her kiss was exactly what I wanted. Watching her want me inflated my ego, gave me another boost of confidence I didn’t think I needed. Conquering this woman made me feel like a king.

  She gave me a bit of her tongue before she pulled away, her lips just an inch from mine. “Could you do that again?” She begged with her eyes, asking me to satisfy her just like that once more.

  All the muscles in my body tightened at her request. I’d never heard a woman say something so sexy, ask me to please her again because she enjoyed it so much the first time. This woman hated me, but that hatred didn’t affect our mutual attraction. There was a distinct line drawn, separating the two. We both understood the difference. “Sweetheart, I’ll do it as many times as you want.”

  Eight

  Mia

  I lay beside Carter in his bed, the sunshine starting to come through the windows because dawn had arrived. The night had been filled with terror and pleasure, and the time moved so quickly that I didn’t notice the night was gone until morning light appeared.

  Hot and sweaty, we lay several feet apart. His chest shone from the moisture that coated his skin. With his eyes closed, he breathed deeply as his body returned to calm. The sheets were kicked away, so most of his naked body was revealed, from his chiseled torso to his muscular thighs. His dick lay on his stomach, smaller than it was before but still impressive in size. His guard was down, creating a perfect opportunity for me to strike.

  But I continued to lie there.

  When I came on to Carter, I wasn’t thinking about my actions. I was living in the moment, my emotions and empathy dictating my actions. My limbs were secure in chains, and Carter’s hostile arousal filled his bedroom. He wanted to hurt me so bad, wanted to fulfill the dark fantasies every man had—whether they admitted it or not. I had absolutely no power in the situation. I forfeited all my rights when I tried to escape.

  But my words changed his mind.

  Somehow.

  They made him rethink his actions, made him wonder what kind of man he wanted to be. Knowing that I’d ever wanted him made him question his behavior. What kind of man forced a woman to submit? A real man convinced her to submit. That truth hit him hard and made him reexamine everything he wanted.

  Then he let me go.

  I couldn’t believe it.

  He unlocked every chain and set me free. Then he sat at the edge of the bed, his anger
and desire subdued.

  I could have just walked out and returned to my room, but I didn’t. I admired his decision. I admired him for listening to me. Egor never cared for my pleas or tears. He never cared about me as a human being. Carter might have darker aspects, might not be a gentleman, but he certainly had compassion.

  He had a heart.

  He was a good man…in his own way.

  I hadn’t been treated with any kind of respect for years, but Carter was good to me. His heart was pure and easily swayed. He didn’t have blood lust in his veins, not like other men. He wasn’t evil.

  Not at all.

  And that made me want him, made me want to give him something. Sex was on my terms, and that made me want to feel him between my legs, to enjoy him when I never allowed myself to.

  I did enjoy it—immensely.

  This was a new beginning for us. Whether he let me go the next morning or not, we had a connection now. If I just let it be, he would let me be free eventually. If I asked enough times, he would do it.

  There wasn’t a single doubt in my mind.

  Carter Barsetti was a good man.

  So I lay beside him in the darkness, not interested in slitting his throat while he slept. He was kind to me, and now I wanted to be kind to him. He pleased me in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time. Actually, I’d never been satisfied like that. I’d never been with a man who had Carter’s raging masculinity, had his level of confidence. Seeing him want me so much, despite the fact that I was a victim of rape and torture, made me feel beautiful for the first time in years. He didn’t care where I’d been, about the men who took me before he laid eyes on me. Most men would be disgusted by it, judge me for the horrible things that were done to me on a regular basis. Not Carter.

  Since he had a soft spot inside his chest, I knew I would be able to get away eventually. If we continued to sleep together and his heart softened even more, he wouldn’t be able to resist my request. Just as my earlier words made him drop the whip, he would do it again.