Aroused (Taming Himself Book 1) (11 page)

              I lifted her onto my cock and bounced beneath her. She tightened her legs around my waist as I pumped into her. Her nails dove deeper into my back, making me growl at the pain, but it only made her smile as she began biting, actually biting into my neck. It hurt like a bitch but fuck, it felt good.

              She forcefully threw her weight onto me, making me collapse against the bed frame. She began riding me hard and fast, her tits bouncing as she jolted. She moaned and groaned loudly, enjoying the pleasure of my hard cock pounding beneath her. Her nails dragged against my chest and forced a growl from me. Small bleeding trails dragged down my skin.

              “Whip me,” her eyes burst open with excitement as she said it. “Fucking whip me.” She jumped off my cock and grabbed the whip and handed it to me. She grabbed the handcuffs. “Tie me up there,” she said. Above her bed was a hook. I gave her an uncertain look before obeying her needs. I stood with her, my hard cock brushing against her stomach. I locked the handcuffs so she couldn’t move and her hands were overstretched her head. I looked at the whip as she breathed heavily in excitement.

              “Are you sure?” I said and walked off the end of the bed. She screamed over her shoulder and looked at me with a spark of pure passion.

              “Fucking whip me!” she growled savagely. With that snap I cracked the whip on her. Her legs gave in as she screamed wildly. It sounded painful and yet she began giggling. “Whip me three more times, harder, and then drive your cock deeper into me than you ever have before.”

My cock throbbed with pain and wanted to release its load. I whipped again. Her legs buckled and her laugh was enticing. After the third time my cock couldn’t handle it anymore. I jumped onto the bed and left her suspended as she was.

              I ran my fingers over her pussy, realising she must have already came once during the whipping. I rubbed at her clit and pumped into her from behind. I grabbed the back of her collar and pulled back forcefully. Her wild moan swarmed my ears. My quads burned as I pushed up over and over again into her strong body, to the point where her heels no longer touched the bed. I drove deeper and harder and my grip became firmer on her hips and collar.

              I bit her shoulder, like she did me. She screamed wildly, the bite taking her by surprise and making her cum. Her wild scream was the last moment for my cock as it blew inside of her and I pulled out and came all over her back. She panted heavily and rested her heels back on the bed. Her legs quivered as I finished my load on her. I kissed the spot where I had bit her, breathing heavily. I unclipped her and she almost fell into me. She held her hand to my chest as she panted heavily with a smile.

              “You’ve learnt a few things since last time,” she breathed with a smile. “I’m going to clean myself up.” With wobbly legs, she walked off the bed towards her bathroom. I looked up at the suspending handcuffs and then down at my chest which bled. What made it worst was my back throbbed more than anything from her claws. Fuck the damage, that sex was weird and hot all at the same time.

Chapter Eighteen

I
kept wincing as I walked around the office Friday. When I got home last night it turned out that those lovely scratch and bite marks were a lot more prominent than I thought they were. Even the shifting of my shirt over my skin brought a little pain. My god, that sex was hot but damn me, Narelle was into some kinky, dirty shit. I wonder how she pulled up today after I whipped her? I felt terrible for whipping her, yet I had never heard someone scream out in such excitement before because of it.

              “Hey,” Amber said, walking past me in the hallway and tapping my shoulder. I winced and wished I hadn’t as soon as she pulled her hand away from me. “What the fuck is wrong with you, allergic to me now?”

              “No, it’s just,” I paused and looked into her brown eyes. I grimaced at the judgemental look already showing on her face.

              “It’s just?” she continued. She shifted her diary into the other hand. “Show me. What’d you do: footy incident, fall off your treadmill?” I looked behind her, making sure Gregory wasn’t in sight. This was one story I didn’t want him going home and telling Cassandra about. I knew Amber wouldn’t drop it as her foot tapped on the ground impatiently.

              Slowly I unbuttoned my blue business shirt. “You just want to see me half naked,” I growled.

              “Don’t flatter yourself,” she scoffed. Her eyebrows lifted and her mouth opened in shock at the claw marks down the front of my chest. “Did you get mauled by a bear?” She pulled back the shirt, trying to look at my back.

              “I visited Narelle last night,” I said with a sheepish smile.

              “The bondage chick? And what, she tried to eat you?” She tugged me into the kitchen. “Sit and take your shirt off.” She pursed her lips, unimpressed.

              “I tried, I really did just go over to have dinner,” I defended myself.

              “But what, your cock got served up on the plate instead? You are utterly hopeless,” she said. She grabbed the first aid kit from the wall. “These are deep Hayden, they could infect. What kind of weird ass sex were you guys having?”

I arched an eyebrow at her with a cunning smile.

              “Actually don’t answer that,” she said, dabbing a cotton bud on the tip of some bottle. It touched my chest and I winced; it stung like a bitch.

              “You pass out at the sight of blood. How did you not pass out at this?” Amber asked. It was true; I was well known for my fragility when it came to blood.

              “I think because all the blood went to my cock instead of my head. I mean, it was fun at the time. I just didn’t realise how bad the damage was until I got home,” I said honestly. The hot shower had burnt so much.

              “What are these dabs of red, are those burn marks?” Amber asked and pulled away the cotton to better inspect it.

              “Umm, she didn’t wait for the melted chocolate to cool,” I said sheepishly. Yea, I had a few minor burns as well.

              “What the fuck, Hayden? Does that, like, at any point cross your mind?” Amber said, forcefully dabbing the cotton on purpose. I winced again and shuffled in my seat, uncomfortable. “You know I don’t even want to know the answer.”

              “Thank you, Amber,” I said. I grabbed her hand and held it firmly to my chest. “For all of this.”

              “If you think you can seduce me with those big brown eyes, think again,” she pushed the cotton harder with satisfaction as I squirmed. “I just can’t believe that I am still surprised by anything you do these days.”

              “Am I interrupting something?” Gregory walked in, his eyes bulging at my back. He readjusted his glasses to make sure they were on correctly.

              “Don’t ask,” I said, readjusting my shirt and deciding I didn’t want to play doctors with Amber anymore.

              “Umm, Mr. Alton is here to see you, Hayden,” Gregory said, pointing at the hallway.

              “Thank you Gregory, tell him I will be there in a minute, let him into my office,” I replied. Gregory walked straight back down the hall.

              “You need to have those claw marks checked,” Amber lectured, her Italian tone coming through.

              “Please darling, if there is anything I know I am good at, it is that my recovery time is outstanding,” I said with a cunning smile. Amber drove her finger into my shoulder where one of the scratches evidently was.

              “Don’t ever call me ‘darling,’ do you understand?” she said with a firm smile. I nodded my head. “Good,” she smiled and began to pack up the medical kit. “Tell Mr. Alton I will be in there in a moment to offer him refreshment.”

              “At once, my lady,” I teased, walking so quickly out the door before she could throw something at my head. I knew both Amber and Gregory would never let me hear the end of this.

Chapter Nineteen

“
I
told you already: I didn’t think you would eat the cookies. I thought you would have smelled the weed in them,” Brandy whined as we sat amongst the crowed watching the footy, our usual Saturday morning routine. I looked around the crowed and wished she wouldn’t say ‘weed’ in public, especially in consideration of my reputation.

              “I was sick, I couldn’t smell a damn thing,” I growled as I watched the footy. I had two scouts work for me, but in my own hometown I preferred to keep an eye on the players’ progress personally.

              “Poor baby had man flu,” Brandy teased, laughing to herself. “Well, it was a good day. I went to work straight after and had the time of my life. Mind you, I only had a few pills. Not six cookies,” she teased.

              “Can you not say that so loud,” I said, hushing her. If anyone overheard this conversation it would be the end of my career.

From the corner of my eye I saw Jenniva waving goodbye to a few friends before walking up the stands. “I’ll be back,” I told Brandy.

Jenniva was the last candidate on my list. She was only twenty-two and in her final year of psychology, but there was just something about her. Both mature and beautiful, she also had that girl next door complexion. Even though her family were so wealthy she was still so grounded. I cut her off before she walked up the next two steps. She raised her hand over her face to block out the sun.

              “Well, I’ll be! Hayden?” she called. Her blonde friend’s eyes trailed over me approvingly. “I haven’t seen you in ages.”

              “It has been a while, hasn’t it? How is everything?” I asked, dropping down the two steps that came between us.

              “Everything is really good. Stressful, end of term exams, but I’m getting there. And you?” she asked, searching through the crowd to see where I had come from and who I was with.

              “Just keeping busy with work,” I smiled. “Hey, I was wondering did you want to catch up over dinner some time? I’ve been meaning to call, but seeing you in person is even better,” I tried to charm her.

She gave a shy smile. Ithaca was a large city, depending in which suburb you lived in. Jenniva and I were lucky enough to be connected by the college. And it was by luck that we ran into one another today.

              “Well, dinner I can’t do. But how does an early coffee sound? I could probably do six on Monday morning?” She closed one eye, trying to see me properly under the glare of the sun.

              “Six sounds perfect,” I smiled charismatically. “I better leave you two, sorry about getting in your way.”

              “Not at all,” her friend purred as they walked past me. Jenniva smiled and grabbed my hand. She was now a step above me.

              “I’ll see you then, Hayden,” she said sweetly. She was such a good girl, next door type. She was one of the few women on my list who I could sit down with and have a lengthy intellectual conversations with about politics, global warming, and all that boring conversation that you could only converse over with a selected few.

              “Good job, Casanova,” Brandy said, patting me on my back when I returned. I withheld the wince. “Is she the one you are taking tonight to the charity ball thing, or is it that uptight model thing you usually carry around with you at those events?”

I laughed at her description of Amy. “Her name is Amy, and yes, I am taking Amy,” I said. “My god, you can be such a bitch,” I laughed lightly. She flashed me a smile.

              “Thank you,” she said, taking a slurp of her soda. “Not every woman can pull it off as nicely as me.”