A Little Harmless Lie: Harmless, Book 4 Page 11

  “Ah,” he said as he allowed his gaze to slip down her body. “I like that. You should see your breasts. That position offers them up to me so nicely.”

  He bent his head and took a nipple into his mouth as he plucked and teased the other. They were perfect. Her flesh was sweet, as were the little moans she tried to keep at the back of her throat. The idea that she was still trying to control her reactions made him think he needed to take it up a notch. The woman would not give an inch.

  He kissed his way down her stomach, dipping his tongue into her belly button as he continued down to her pussy. He came up to his knees between her legs. She spread them enough to allow him room, but that wasn’t enough for him. Placing a hand on each thigh, he urged them apart farther, until he could see her pussy.

  “Damn, that’s pretty.” And it was. Her clit was hard, her pink lips glistening with her arousal. He slipped a finger along her slit and she shuddered.

  “We will be shaving this.” She stiffened. “Not tonight, but we will. It’s my right.”

  He knew she wasn’t happy about it, but he didn’t give a fuck. Really, at the moment, he had to use every bit of his control not to rip his pants off and fuck her until they both forgot their own names. Dee needed to understand just where they stood and who would be in charge.

  Needing a taste, wanting it more than his next breath, he leaned down and set his mouth on her wet sex. He delved inside, the delectable taste of her crashing through him, over his taste buds.

  Her legs moved restlessly against the sheets. Even tasting her wasn’t enough. He wanted her with such a force it bordered on primitive. As he slipped his tongue to her clit and pulled the tiny bundle of nerves into his mouth, he fought with that inner warrior. He was screaming to take her, to slip inside her, to make her come over and over. But he knew if he didn’t establish their D/s relationship from the start, it would confuse her. He continued to suck on her clit as he added a finger. Her inner muscles clamped down hard on his digit and he shuddered himself. Damn, she was tight.

  It didn’t take him long to push her up to the edge. He could sense that her orgasm was just out of reach, but he wasn’t ready to let her fall. She needed to know that any pleasure she had she would get from him. He forced himself to pull his mouth from her as he continued moving his finger.

  She moaned in frustration and he chuckled. It was about time she knew what he had been feeling for the last six months.

  “You do not come unless I give you the right.”

  Her brow furrowed, showing her displeasure, but she didn’t say anything. She had learned something at least. He rewarded her by pressing his thumb against her clit before pulling away completely.

  He slipped off the bed, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She turned her head toward him and it was the one time he hated that she had that mask on. He knew that in today’s world, even a virgin had an opportunity to see men naked. He was pretty sure she had seen a lot of men at Rough ’n Ready in various states of undress. There was a little part of him that wanted her gaze on him. It was a turn-on to see her excitement in her eyes, the way her pulse beat in her neck. It would have to wait.

  Her tongue came out over her plump pink lips. Micah had always loved oral sex, giving and getting. But he knew tonight he could not ask for that, at least not this time. He pushed his slacks away and stepped out of them. Her tongue moved over her bottom lip again. He could only imagine how it would feel to drive his shaft between those lips, into the wet recesses of her mouth.

  He shoved that thought aside, mostly, and joined her back on the bed. He touched his hands to her feet and then skimmed them up her legs. She was petite, athletic and he loved her body. Loved watching the muscles tense and relax. All that hard muscle encased beneath the softest skin.

  He skimmed his hand over her pussy, happy to see her jerk at the touch. He wanted her off-center. He continued moving his hand up her body, lightly skimming over her breasts. She sighed, a dose of arousal and frustration in the sound. He smiled and slid his hand to her sex again. This time, he pressed against the clit with his thumb and slipped two fingers into her pussy as he slid down between her legs. Her body quickened, he could feel the way her muscles contracted on his fingers. He added his tongue, licking and sucking as he continued to move his hand. It didn’t take long before he felt her orgasm take her.

  “Come for me, Dee. Now.”

  He pulled back, keeping his hand on her, but watching as the pleasure consumed her. She bowed off the bed, her body shivering, convulsing as she came. Her fingers were still wrapped around the slats on his headboard.

  “Micah.” She didn’t yell his name, didn’t shout. Instead, she sighed it as she was coming down from her orgasm. It was such a sweet sound that squeezed his heart. He moved then, needed to continue the connection, knowing that he could take her up and over again.

  He grabbed a condom off his nightstand, ripped it open and rolled it on in record time. He pulled her hips up as he rose to his knees. She drew her bottom lip between her teeth. Apprehension and arousal filled her expression, but without seeing her eyes, he wasn’t sure just exactly what she was feeling. He took his cock in one hand and slowly started easing into her.

  She was tight, very tight, and by the time he’d reached her maidenhead and pushed all the way inside of her, he was sweating. He paused for only a moment. Then with one quick thrust, he broke through. She drew in a quick, short breath and then released it.

  He kissed her. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded, and it was the only consent he needed. He began moving again, thrusting quick, short pumps, until he worked his way into her. Damn if he wasn’t about to come. He could feel his orgasm there, shimmering, ready to take him over, but he didn’t want to give in to it just yet. He did have some control left. Not much, but a little bit.

  He moved in a slow rhythm. With each thrust in, he pushed himself closer, but he wanted her there with him. He moved his hand to her clit as he thrust into her. It only took a few flicks before she came again, her body pulling him in, her muscles grabbing hold of his cock. That one act had him losing control. He pulled her legs up around his hips and started to thrust into her, hard, fast, until he came. He couldn’t stop the moan of satisfaction as he pumped himself into her. Nothing had ever felt so good, so wonderful.

  He released her legs, pulled out of her and collapsed on the bed next to her. She had let go of the rungs on his headboard, but she still had the blindfold on. He used what little strength he had left to slowly raise it. Her eyes were closed, a smile curved her lips. He leaned closer and brushed his mouth over hers. Slowly, she opened her eyes. The luminous blue was deeper. Satisfaction filled him at the sight of it.

  “Thank you,” he said, as he brushed his mouth over hers.

  “For what?”

  She had no idea what she did to him. He hadn’t been that fast in bed with a woman in years. He’d always been able to hold on to his control, but with her he couldn’t seem to hold back. And he knew it was more than lust.

  “For letting me be part of that.”

  She said nothing for a moment or two. She opened her mouth but not a sound came out. She swallowed.

  “Get some rest,” he ordered, his voice rough with emotion.

  He pulled her into his arms and she came without protest. He gave a satisfied grunt as he settled back against the pillows and dozed.

  Chapter Nine

  Dee woke to soft sunlight dancing over her face. For a moment she was confused. She kept her room darker than a dungeon, so the fact the sun was shining in confused her. Then she remembered.

  Micah.

  She opened her eyes and sat up, wincing when she felt the pull of muscles. It wasn’t painful. Any more than losing her virginity had been. But it was uncomfortable.

  It was morning. From the sunlight, she would say it was at least midmorning. She looked around the massive room and of course didn’t find Micah. For a moment she sat there, bare-ass naked and smiled. She should
feel bad, really bad. He had gotten in a position that she hadn’t allowed any man. Closing her eyes, the memories from the night before flitted through her brain. She had made a lot of mistakes in her life, but this was definitely not one of them. She couldn’t regret it. He had made sure it was wonderful. Most men would have rushed through it, as long as she had made him wait. Maybe that was why she felt so safe with him. She knew he would take care of her.

  Whoa.

  Panic rose out of nowhere, almost closing her throat and tightening her belly. No way. She didn’t depend on any man. Her first thought was to run, get out, away from a man that was making her think stupid things.

  “Stop worrying.”

  She looked up and found him watching her from the doorway.

  God, he was beautiful. He always took her breath away, but now that she knew just how kind he was, he was completely irresistible. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and she was struck again by the sleek muscles of his chest and arms. Her gaze traveled down farther, taking in the jeans hanging low on his lean hips. If she were to make a man, she would start with Micah as the basis. Hell, he would be the man she wanted.

  Stop it.

  She cleared her throat, raised her eyes to his and blushed when she saw his knowing smile. Without a world, he went to a massive cherry dresser and pulled open the top drawer. He grabbed a T-shirt and walked over to the bed. He sat beside her, laying the shirt on his lap.

  “Good morning.”

  Then he leaned in and kissed her. It wasn’t seductive, wasn’t something that should scare her. Sweet, gentle, almost chaste. Her heart melted.

  When he pulled back, she sighed. “Good morning.”

  “As I said, don’t worry.”

  “What are you talking about?”

  “I could see you were having a little freak-out moment. Here’s a shirt, take your time in the bathroom. I’m going to make some breakfast. Do you like French toast?”

  She nodded. “But you don’t have to wait on me.”

  He raised her hand to his mouth and his breath feathered out over her fingers before he kissed them.

  “But I do.”

  Then he was gone.

  She couldn’t seem to make herself get up out of the bed. The odd feeling of having someone take care of her was starting to bother her. It had been years since she’d had people looking out for her. Ten to be exact.

  Micah was a caregiver. She would have never guessed it, and that was the sad thing. She knew some of the prejudice came from her ideas about D/s. But he was a man who was very careful. He rarely made a stupid move.

  With a sigh, she slipped from the bed and to the bathroom. Again, it was gorgeous. The man who came from nothing surrounded himself with luxury she had taken for granted for so many years. The large bathroom sported two sinks at the vanity, a deep garden tub and a separate shower. A peek into the tub told her that it had jets.

  Oh, she would kill for a hot bath.

  “Go ahead.”

  She jumped at the sound of his voice. Whirling around, she frowned at him.

  “Quit sneaking up on me.”

  He chuckled. “Take a bath. It might make you feel better.”

  She opened her mouth to tell him she felt fine, when she realized what he was talking about. She might be a modern woman, but she still felt heat crawl into her cheeks.

  “I thought you were making breakfast.”

  “I was about to, but I realized I should let you take a shower or bath.”

  He moved away from the doorway and took her hand, leading her to the tub. He sat down on the ledge as he started the water.

  “Let me guess, you like the water cool.”

  She shook her head. “Boiling hot.”

  He smiled, one of those rare ones that reached his eyes. It made her entire body light up. She yearned to get him to smile like that more often.

  “Then we could share a bath.”

  She swallowed, and he looked away.

  “If you’re comfortable with it.”

  She hesitated. This seemed to be a weekend of changes, of firsts, and while it probably wasn’t smart, she nodded. The moment she did, he smiled again, and she felt her heart turn over. That smile was going to be the death of her.

  He tugged off her shirt and helped her into the tub. He pulled off his pants and then joined her. He sat opposite her and sighed as he dipped into the water.

  “I didn’t truly appreciate a good hot bath until I built this house.”

  She smiled as he added bubble bath to the running water. “I take it that Evan did the work?”

  He nodded. “He’s my best friend, but I wouldn’t have hired him if he wasn’t the best. And in my opinion, he is.”

  “How did you meet?”

  He cocked his head to one side, more of his hair dipping into the steaming water. “I’ve never had a woman ask me that before.”

  “Really, how odd.”

  “Why would you call that odd?”

  “I just think, two such well-known Doms, there would be a lot of speculation about where you met, how you came about opening the club.”

  “I told you about how we ended up here.”

  She nodded, trying to ignore the niggle of guilt for not telling him who she was. She didn’t have to be truthful about her past. She lived in the present.

  “We met in juvie. Evan was getting his ass kicked because of that mouth of his.”

  She laughed. “He is a smart ass.”

  “And he was skinny then.”

  Thinking of the contractor and all his bulging muscles, she shook her head. “That’s hard to imagine.”

  “He’d been living on the street. Not fun for him. His life, well, it was much worse than what I went through. He was near starved when he came to juvie. Of course, that didn’t stop him. I’d never seen so much bravado out of such a runt.”

  She smiled at the brotherly love she heard in his voice. “What happened?”

  “He’d gotten in an argument about cigarettes. See, they’re gold in a place like that, currency if you don’t want to deal with drugs. Evan has a real distaste for drugs, so he was dealing cigs.”

  “You don’t have a distaste for drugs?”

  “Not like Evan. I’ve never really gone for them because there is that loss of power. That feeling that something else controls your destiny. I don’t like that. Evan’s mom was an addict, so he detests them. So he was dealing cigs and someone short-changed him. Evan decided to fight him.”

  “I would think that was normal in a place like that.”

  He laughed. “Yeah, pretty common. Except Evan barely weighed one hundred and forty pounds, and his opponent was well over two hundred and fifty. When I arrived on the scene, he was barely conscious. I don’t mind a good fight, but it didn’t seem that fair.”

  “So you saved him.”

  “And got my first broken rib thanks to him. It seems I tend to get hurt when Evan’s around.”

  The memory of hearing about his wreck a few months earlier came rushing back. “That’s how you ended up in the hospital.”

  “Oh, yeah. But that had more to do with May than it had to do with Evan. And that crazy bitch Lee.”

  “I’m glad you never hired her. She was bad news from the time she arrived at the club.”

  He reached for her then and turned her around. “How about I scrub your back?”

  She smiled at the innocent question. The tone beneath it told her it had taken him a lot of his control not to have his hands on her before now. He used a bar of soap that smelled like him, sandalwood and musk, and moved it over her back. As he did, he used his fingers to release the tension.

  “Tense? Why would you be tense?”

  “I’m sitting in a tub, naked, with Micah Ross.”

  He chuckled. “Why would that make you tense?”

  She laughed. “Yeah, it’s normal every-day happenings for the former virgin.”

  He rinsed off the soap by splashing water over her skin and then he pulled h
er back against him. “I would think being a former virgin you would be a lot less tense. And this can be normal, is normal.”

  He said it as if it would be something they did all the time. She wanted to tell him right there and then that this couldn’t last. Of course, he would ignore her, unless she told him the truth. And nothing in the world would have her do that. Not now. Not when she was about to leave. Telling him would only put him in danger. If her father knew she’d been with Micah Ross, a man he had tried to destroy financially one time, he would do everything in his power to hurt Micah, possibly kill him.

  “Relax,” he said, as he kissed her ear, his hands coming around to cup her breasts. The steam off the water rose around them as he teased her nipples. And just like that, heat wound through her, a consuming hunger rising. She thought herself too sore to want to do anything today, but she wanted him. It was as if all he had to do was touch her and her body sprang to life.

  He kept caressing one breast as he slid his hand down to her sex. He teased her clit, skimming over it, lightly, barely touching it. Her body responded and she moaned.

  “You are so damned responsive.” His voice had deepened. “But I have to remind you, do not come unless I give you permission.”

  She said nothing and he removed his hands.

  “Dee, you understand?”

  She nodded, anything to get him to touch her again.

  He resumed, slipping one finger into her pussy. She was still sore, but not as much as she had expected. Easily, he worked another finger inside of her, sending little shocks of heat over her nerve endings. Tension gathered in her tummy, her body completely under his control. She wanted to come, needed it, but he hadn’t given her permission.

  He teased and tempted her, pressing a thumb against her clit over and over as his mouth tortured her neck. She couldn’t stop the rush of energy that exploded through her. She came as she screamed his name, her body shivering with her release. It took her a few moments to recover.

  “You’re a naughty girl, Dee. I think you need to learn who is in charge here.”