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Chessie’s face warmed, but it was more a feeling of excitement than embarrassment. She gazed at him for a few more moments, letting her eyes toy with his lips, his neck, then lower, to the spot she had just finished working on her knees. When she met his gaze again, she saw a hint of color in his cheeks.
Awesome.
Goal achieved.
Smiling, she turned to the side, found her bag, and once more touched up her makeup and her lipstick while Nick stood behind her. When she finished, he fluffed her hair over her shoulders. Her nipples were still swollen from the nipple chain and obviously hard through the bra and satin of her dress.
Nick watched her as though he couldn’t take his eyes off her. “You are gorgeous in that color,” he murmured. “Hell, you’re gorgeous in anything you wear.” His smile was sinful as he turned her around in his arms. “But I’ll bet you’re even sexier in nothing at all.”
Chessie flushed as Nick led her out of the sitting room. Blissfully the corridor was empty, save for the attendant.
The attendant simply nodded and said, “Good evening, Mr. Tarantino,” and Chessie wondered if this wasn’t the first time Nick had taken a woman into that room.
That thought was an absolute downer, but also maybe just what she needed to keep herself tied to reality.
“Do you do this a lot?” she asked as soon as they were out of hearing range.
Nick slapped her on the ass and she barely contained a yelp of surprise as her gaze shot to his. “I do believe you need another punishment for your impudence.” A hint of amusement lit his eyes. “And no. I do not.”
Well, so much for staying in reality.
While Nick led Chessie to the dance floor, he couldn’t believe how hard he was for her again. When she’d first taken him deep in her throat, it had taken all his power not to come at once. She’d looked so enticing, his chain sparkling between her breasts while she’d rolled her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, following his directions.
And hell, her mouth had been so hot and sweet it had driven him insane with need. Just seeing her looking up at him with those incredible sapphire eyes while he fucked her mouth had nearly sent him over the edge the moment she’d slipped her lips over his cock.
A slow song was playing when he guided her onto the dance floor and brought her into his arms. She put her hands on his shoulders and he placed his at her waist, drawing her close so his cock pressed against her belly. She felt so good in his embrace, her warm, soft body against his.
Chessie was petite, her head just reaching his chest, and Nick had to lean down to nuzzle the top of her head. He breathed in her soft, sweet perfume, a mixture of spring blossoms and her own unique womanly scent. He lightly rubbed his thumbs along her waist, enjoying the feel of her curves beneath his hands.
They moved together and she let him lead without any clumsiness. In fact, her movements were supple, practiced. Touching her felt like holding molten grace, and he realized she felt completely at home dancing.
Wonderful. Something else to please her. Something else I can do to make her happy.
Despite the fact he knew most of the people patronizing the establishment, Nick ignored everyone around them and focused on the delectable woman in his arms. He loved the way she snuggled against him, her full breasts pressed against his abs. He could feel the nipple chain through the satin of her dress and it made his cock harder to know she was wearing his token of ownership, his staking his claim upon her.
In truth, she owned him, heart and soul.
“I can tell you’re a practiced dancer,” he murmured into her hair as they danced. “And you’re the loveliest woman here.”
Chessie gave a sigh of contentment while they moved as one to the slow beat. “You say the sexiest things.”
He chuckled and moved one hand from her waist into his jacket pocket and turned on the vibrator. Chessie shot her gaze up to his immediately, her cheeks turning pink and her body stiffening in his arms.
“I’m sorry.” He grinned at her. “Am I bothering your rhythm?”
Her eyes narrowed, and she quickly brought her body under control, going back to the dance without missing a single step.
Impressive.
“Nick.” She bit her lower lip, then rhythmically moved into him, arching hard against his cock. “I can’t take much more of this.”
Neither can I, his brain shouted. But out loud, he said, “You will, my sweet.” He kissed her hair and smiled. He loved that the device was vibrating against her clit, making her wetter for him. He only longed to put his mouth there instead, to lick her folds and taste her thoroughly. “I’ll have to punish you again if you come. Would you like me to do that?”
Chessie moaned against his ear and dug her fingers into the jacket covering his shoulders before moving away, then gliding back and grinding into his cock again.
“I’m so close, Nick,” she whispered. “I’m about to come.”
In response, he lowered his head and captured her mouth with his. Her body trembled and she moaned as he bit her lower lip. And when he thrust his tongue into her warmth she gave a little cry into his mouth. Her body shuddered against his from the waves of her orgasm.
“Stop,” she begged when he pulled away from the kiss, her body still trembling with aftershocks, one mini-orgasm after another. “Please. It’s too much.”
“Are you ready to raise your right hand?” His eyebrows lifted as he gazed into her eyes. “I’ll stop if you say so, and we’ll be through with this. It’s up to you.”
She looked startled, then much to his displeasure, worried. But just as fast, determination replaced the concern, and she shook her head no, keeping her right hand on his waist.
Nick gave her a mock-reproving look as he reached into his pocket. “Well, then. Another orgasm without permission. You’ve earned another punishment, my dear bad girl.”
He shut off the device and she went limp against him and gave a little groan. “You don’t play fair, Nick Tarantino.”
Nick chuckled softly and leaned back so he could see her flushed cheeks and her eyes that had a just-got-fucked look. Only he hadn’t fucked her—yet.
“Let’s go,” he said, suddenly feeling the overwhelming need to get her alone, now. “I’ve got to have you.”
Chapter Nine
The urgency in Nick’s voice thrilled Chessie to her core. The way he said, “I’ve got to have you,” made tingles zip from her belly to that place between her thighs which was begging for him.
If only he wanted her, and not just sex. But she wasn’t going to think past tonight. In fact, she wasn’t totally capable of thinking much at all.
In record time, Nick whipped out his cell and called his chauffeur to bring the limo around, and the next thing she knew, they were leaving the club to where the limo waited. The driver already stood at the passenger door, holding it open to let them in to the luxurious vehicle. As she slid into its plush confines, Nick paused a moment to give the driver instructions, too quietly for Chessie to hear.
Chessie’s pulse raced and her heart hammered as Nick got into the limo and the chauffeur closed the door behind them. The minute they were alone he took her face in his palms and kissed her with so much urgency and need that it robbed her of her breath. Lord, that man can kiss. He nipped at her lower lip, drawing her mouth wide and open for him, then plunged his tongue deep inside.
When he finally broke off the kiss they were both breathing hard and she was barely conscious of the limo moving through Los Angeles traffic and the glitter of the lights zipping by.
“Damn but you drive me crazy, woman,” he said in a voice rough with passion.
She drove him crazy? “Don’t you think you’ve gotten enough payback, Nick?” she said, half-teasing and half-serious. “You’ve been driving me nuts all night.”
“Hmmm…” He gave her a thoughtful look. “Actually, no. I believe you have a punishment or two still coming.”
At the word ‘punishment’, a shiver
ran through Chessie. Her butt still tingled from the earlier spanking, her core still throbbed from the orgasm on the dance floor, and her nipples ached from the gold and diamond chain.
Just how much could she take?
More shivers moved up and down her length as she realized she didn’t know the answer to that question, but she might get to find out.
As she watched Nick, eager to see what he’d come up with next, he reached into a hidden compartment and drew out a black leather handle with long suede strips attached to it.
“Er, what’s that?” Her gaze shot to Nick’s, and her right hand twitched reflexively, ready to shoot into the air if she didn’t like the answer.
He took it and gently caressed her cheek with the soft suede. “This, my sweet, is a flogger.”
Chessie’s eyes widened but she couldn’t speak because he was trailing the flogger over her breasts in a slow, sensual caress. With his free hand, he tugged down the front of her dress and her bra, freeing her full breasts. The nipple chain glittered in the limo’s low lighting and her nipples were dark purple and achingly hard.
“You’re afraid,” he murmured.
“Yes,” she said immediately. “And…no.”
What he was doing felt so good.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice at the edge of hoarse.
“Yes,” she said, with no hesitation at all.
“Then take off your dress and bra.” He moved the flogger down to where the satin material of her dress was now bunched. “Leave on the garters and the heels.”
The words and act made it seem suddenly forbidden and exciting, as if he was still her employer and taking her the way she’d always dreamed. How many times had she fantasized about a moment like this? Hundreds of times, at least.
But this was far better than fantasy. And far better than being alone with her vibrator.
City lights shimmered outside the darkened windows of the limo as it ran smoothly through the streets, the world unaware of the pleasure palace Nick had created behind the closed doors. Nick pressed a button on a panel and a soft, seductive melody filled the back of the limo.
While she undressed, she couldn’t help but think about the chauffeur and the fact he must know what was going on in the back, much like the attendant at the club. Somehow, the thought that the driver knew made her feel much naughtier. It thrilled her, in fact.
Nick watched as Chessie shimmied out of her dress, his cock hard and aching. Her breasts swayed as she worked the satin over her hips. Slowly, oh, so slowly, she let the dress slide to the floor of the limo.
He almost groaned out loud at the sight of her in the blue garters he’d picked out for her.
Before he lost control and took her right then, Nick grabbed her by the waist. She let out a little yelp as he flung her across his lap, her ass sticking up and her upper half hanging upside down.
“What are you doing?” She said in a muffled voice. “Um, Nick?”
He lazily trailed the flogger over her ass cheeks and she trembled. “Trust me,” he said.
He waited, and when she relaxed a fraction, he added, “It’s time for a little more punishment.” He slapped her with the flogger’s straps. “You must be taught a lesson, Chessie.”
Her moan sent a thrill straight to his cock.
This time he brought the flogger down a little harder. And the next swat and the next were harder yet.
“Widen your thighs.” He pressed her legs apart, pushed aside the thong, and moved his finger into her slick channel while he continued to lightly flog her. “Yes…that’s it, sweetheart. You’re soaking wet for me.”
Her hot walls clenched around his fingers, and he felt her moan deep in his gut.
Abruptly Nick stopped, needing to taste his woman. She protested when he pulled his fingers free but stopped when he swept her into his arms, then laid her on her back on the limo seat, her hair splayed behind her and her thighs pressed far apart.
Enough of that damned thong and vibrator. It was getting in his way. He reached down and hooked his fingers in the delicate cloth.
“Hold still,” he ordered and Chessie’s eyes grew wide as he pulled hard. With a couple of quick movements, he tore the stupid thing and threw it to the side, along with the tiny vibrator. Never, not for one second, did he take his attention away from Chessie.
Relief filled her expression, and he slid his palms under her ass, brought her up, and buried his mouth against her. She cried out and squirmed as if fighting another orgasm. “Nick! Too much. Too fast!”
He raised his head and gave her a warning look. “Don’t come, sweetheart. If you do it’s going to be a long wait until I fuck you.”
Chessie almost wept with the need to come. Her ass still tingled and his mouth against her folds and on her clit was driving her wild. But she needed his cock inside her. She could wait—she could hold back. She gritted her teeth and clenched her hands into the fine leather upholstery, fighting off her orgasm with everything she had.
He pushed her with his mouth, his tongue. He drove her higher and higher. She felt dizzy. As though she was floating straight off the planet.
“I can’t,” she whispered. Then louder, “I can’t!”
Nick rumbled his pleasure against her and that was almost it, almost the moment—
And he stopped.
Just as she thought she couldn’t take any more. Just when she didn’t care about the next stupid punishment, he stopped.
Before she could complain or kill him, he used his size, his power, and in a single easy movement, he brought her into his lap in the center of the limo so she was straddling him. The feel of his slacks between her bare thighs was wild and erotic. Her eyes tried to roll shut, and she had to fight to keep them open.
He was fully clothed and she was mostly naked, one of her favorite fantasies. It was as though the man could read her mind or something.
“You’ve been a good girl by behaving in the limo, and you deserve a reward.” He unbuttoned his slacks and released his cock from his boxers. “Now, I’m going to fuck you.”
Yes!
Chessie placed her hands on his shoulders and rose, ready to take him after he sheathed himself with a condom. As far as she was concerned, he couldn’t do it fast enough.
The limo purred along, city lights glittering like gems, yet she hardly saw them. She was so ready to be fucked by Nick. Nothing else mattered right now.
Finally.
Yes.
Finally!
But when he placed the head of his cock at her entrance, he only slid in a fraction before lifting her up again.
Chessie groaned, wanting him to drive into her with everything he had.
Instead, he held her completely still, his cock barely an inch inside her as he licked and sucked her nipples. With a moan of frustration, she tilted her head forward, her long hair formed a curtain around her naked shoulders.
“What do you want, Chessie?” he asked as he paused and looked up at her.
Her eyes focused on his and she had no problem putting her desires into very, very specific—and loud—words. “I want you inside me.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?” He lowered her a little further down on his cock. “Is that what you want?”
Chessie moaned and grasped his shoulders as she nodded. “Yes. Please fuck me!”
He gripped her hips and brought her down hard, driving his full length deep inside her.
She cried out at the surprise of his fullness, the feel of finally having his cock in her. He kept a tight grasp on her hips and raised her up and down along his length while he ravaged each of her engorged nipples.
It only took a few seconds for an orgasm to begin rising and rising within her, too strong to fight. The orgasm of all orgasms. She almost didn’t care about his rules.
“Don’t come,” he ordered in between sucking her breasts. “Wait until I tell you.” And he said the magic word.
“Please.”
It felt so damn g
ood to be inside his woman after all this time. Nick couldn’t get enough of her and it was all he could do not to come immediately himself. But he forced himself to maintain control as he fucked her, drawing their mutual pleasure out as long as possible. He didn’t want this to end, not now, not tonight, not ever.
Slowly, he moved her up and down his cock, watching her face. She was covered with a light sheen of sweat and she was biting her lower lip. So sexy. So perfect.
Gradually, he increased their pace, pounding harder and harder into her, causing her to cry out with every thrust of his cock.
When he finally couldn’t wait any longer, when he felt her soaring over the top of her own peak, he shouted, “Now, Chessie! Come with me now.”
She screamed her sweet surrender as her body jerked and quaked against his. His own orgasm roared through him. Heat burned him and he felt as though he was on fire. A fucking inferno was blazing within him.
On and on it went, worth it, so worth it, lasting and lasting as they moved in a totally different kind of dance, both of them one in their pleasure and their heat.
Chessie collapsed against him, her breathing hard and fast, matching his own. He held her there, tight against him, until he caught his breath enough to speak.
“Miss Lane,” he murmured, soaking in her warmth, her heady scent, and her languid expression. “You have most excellent qualifications for this position.”
At that, Chessie rose and gave him a sated smile. “Mr. Tarantino, you certainly offer great benefits.”
Chapter Ten
Chessie woke on Saturday morning with a good case of brain fog. She’d had the most amazing dream, all of it starring Nick Tarantino.
Her eyelids popped open. Dream?
She sat straight up in bed and looked down. She wore nothing.
Real? It was real?
She pushed her hair from her face and looked around her. She was in her own bed, in her own room, in her own house. Her gaze rested on glittering links on her nightstand and she scooped up the chain and stared down at it resting on her palm. She pressed her hand against one of her sore nipples.