Bowles, Jan - In Debt to the Dom [Guilty Pleasures 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (5 page)

“I know you like the idea of us joined so intimately. It really turns you on. My hard cock pumping inside you as you lie trapped beneath me.”

When she glanced down between their bodies, she saw her feminine juices coating his shaft as he sank repeatedly inside her. The whole of his stomach flexed as he made bold inward strokes. The hairs on his body caught the light as he moved over hers.

A moan escaped her lips. He knew exactly what to say to light her fires. Leaning down, he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. With her resistance failing, her whole body lifted from the bed to accept the pleasure he gave her. She welcomed the exquisite sensation as he lapped her nipple with his tongue.

Writhing beneath him, an extreme spasm gripped her insides and rippled out with an intensity that shocked her. She’d had orgasms before, but never like this. Her whimpers of satisfaction filled the quiet of the bedroom as her body convulsed and bucked involuntarily.

He kissed her then, as he drove his hard prick through the aftershocks, licking her lips as if to savor her climax. “You come so sweetly, Maddie. Now I know I’m going to really enjoy our time together.”

Trapped beneath him, she stared into his eyes, fighting for breath. Aware of his hard lean body held over hers, he began thrusting even harder inside her. It was the most exquisite feeling she’d ever experienced. Nothing before had come remotely close. Surely, she should hate every minute of it. Instead, her back arched into the pleasure, loving the feeling of being dominated by such a powerful man. The key around his neck swung back and forth every time he moved, banging relentlessly against her breasts with each delicious stroke. It symbolized his power over her like nothing else could. It reminded her that she had committed a crime and was being punished. Well, if this was her punishment, she wanted more of the same.

* * * *

Keaton lay back against the pillow, his breathing hard. The sex session with Maddie had surprised him. She had surprised him. It had all started so clinically, but they’d both found enjoyment. Her cries and whimpers had really turned him on. He realized he might have just found the perfect pupil, because she seemed to like being submissive.

“Should I go back to my room?”

“No. I may need you again.” He was harsh with her, he knew, but at the moment the money still dominated his thoughts. In reality, she should be in jail, not enjoying herself.

When she turned away from him, her shoulders heaved and he knew she must be upset. He stroked his hand along the delicious curve of her body, accentuated by the softness of the mattress, until he reached her hair, where he gathered a handful. It was so soft as it billowed around his fingers. He would never get tired of touching it. “Look, I’m still angry about the money. If you have a good reason, then say it now. Because this way is madness.”

Her blonde corkscrew curls moved as she shook her head. “You wouldn’t believe me.”

“Try me.”

“I can’t believe it myself. So you wouldn’t either.”

He wrapped an arm around her, and pulled her tight against his body. Her soft skin melted into his, as if it was always meant to be. “Maddie, I had such faith in you. I’ve admired your rise in the company. You had such excellent credentials and high principles. That time in your office, I genuinely wanted to take you out. It wasn’t about promotion or anything of the kind. I wanted to know you as a woman.”

She turned to look at him, her face highlighted by the soft glow from the bedside lamp. Her gaze locked with his, the pale green irises wide with a thousand questions that he knew she would never ask. “And how do you feel now, Keaton?”

“I’m not sure.” He let out a long slow breath, as he stared at her mouth. “I guess you wouldn’t be here if I hadn’t felt something then.”

“Then I’m genuinely sorry I’ve disappointed you. I’ll pay you back the money as soon as I can, and then we can go our separate ways.”

“Good. Until then, we can both gain something from this experience, because you do not disappoint me in bed.”

* * * *

The next morning, Maddie stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She still looked the same. Had she really expected herself to look any different? Perhaps she had half expected her forehead to be stamped with the word “whore.” She didn’t feel like one, but surely that’s what she was. What else would you call a thief who had given her body away in order to stay out of jail?

Her hands clenched on the sink, and she turned from the mirror, disgusted with herself. Her cheeks burned hot as she thought of last night until she splashed her face with cold water.

Keaton had made love to her—she corrected herself—Keaton had
fucked
her three times. Each time he’d dominated her, and she’d loved every minute of it. It had been a new experience for her, climaxing every time. When she’d had sex with her previous lovers, she’d only managed to reach orgasm on rare occasions. So why was it so easy with Keaton? Perhaps it was because what they were doing together was dangerous and forbidden. Yes, sex was far more exciting when it was illicit. He had so much control over his body he seemed to be able to give her as much time as she needed. Indeed, the more powerful her orgasms, the slower he became until she was lost in peaks of ecstasy.

To begin with it had all seemed alien to her, but when they’d started talking, she’d gained a better understanding of his needs. Now she genuinely regretted the time in her office, when she’d declined his invitation to dinner. She sighed at what might have been, and then realized that Simone would have still ruined it for her anyway.

Her hands gripped the towel as she dabbed her face dry. Simone would get her just desserts. A grimace formed on her mouth. Revenge was a dish best served cold. By the time she was finished here, she would be just about ready to seek justice for herself.

She smoothed her hands down her pale green dress, pulling it into shape, about her womanly curves. Her hair had billowed out into an impossible cloud of blonde curls. Too bad. For the first time in her life, she had quit worrying about her hair. There were more important things to worry about, like breakfast with Keaton Rivers. Just how was she going to face a man who had given her intense pleasure, but who still remained a total stranger to her?

As Maddie made her way down the wide sweeping staircase, she heard him on the telephone. His deep velvety voice, assertive and controlled, said, “Tell the board that I have contained the incident. The money is being traced and will be re-instated in due course.” He listened and then spoke again. “As far as I’m concerned, the incident is closed.” He chuckled, and then said, “Tell them they have my word—oh, all right, Harry Taylor always was a stickler—no, in that case I’d put the money back myself. Like I said, it’s contained. Case closed. No, she won’t be coming back. Just pack up her possessions and send them here. Very well, Bob.”

Slipping past his open office door, she heard the phone click dead as she edged into the dining room. All this trouble because of her. If she didn’t come up with the money, would Keaton use his own money to fill the shortfall? And if he did, what would he do with her?

Just as she sat down at the table, he appeared in the doorway dressed in faded jeans and a light gray T-shirt. His eyes narrowed on her, assessing her appearance. “I shall be out all day. If you need to use the telephone to find out about your house sale, then please go ahead. All phone calls are monitored, so I’ll know exactly what you say.” He studied her. “Remember, until you pay back the money, you belong to me. Only then will you be free to go.”

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she pushed her cereal bowl away. Her appetite had still not returned.

“I hope you’ll eat something today.”

“Maybe later.”

“Very well, but don’t keep it up. There’s only so much sympathy one can bestow on a thief.”

Her heart sank. Having spent the whole night together, she had hoped he’d be friendlier toward her. How wrong could she be? She guessed he despised her.

“Surely, you don’t want to control every aspect of my life?”

He walked toward her, then leaned down and whispered in her ear, “At this moment in time you should be languishing in jail, so any freedoms you still think you have are now null and void.” He placed a finger under her chin, lifting it, forcing her to look at him. Her stomach coiled tightly, not in fear, but in desire, as her eyes met with his. God help her. She wanted him to dominate her. She wanted the sheer intensity she could see in his gaze focused entirely on her. It simply took her breath away.

“Tonight we’ll start to understand what made you turn to a life of crime.” With that, he walked away.

Through the dining room window, she watched him slide into a brand new black Mustang. Within seconds, he was gone, leaving just a cloud of dust and stones in his wake. Deep down, she couldn’t help but look forward to their night together and wonder what pleasures it would bring.

* * * *

As he sped away from the ranch, Keaton reflected that Maddie James brought out the very worst in him—the part he’d always kept hidden for years. Just one look in her eyes and he was lost. He had thought that after one night, he would tire of her, making it easy to keep emotions and feelings in check. Only, Maddie was like a drug. One fix just wasn’t enough. Now he wanted more.

Needed more.

Last night had brought it home to him like nothing else could. He’d been living a lie his entire adult life. He needed to allow the person he always knew existed inside him to the surface. Otherwise, he would never be whole.

In his previous relationships, he’d always been looking for that certain excitement that only dominance could bring. He’d let all the relationships slide, floundering for him in unsatisfactory sex. He’d never wanted to pursue any of them.

Now Maddie was different.

Totally.

He knew she’d gained from the experience, too. He’d seen it in her eyes as she’d stared back: An acceptance, an acquiescence, a handing over of control.

Well, he didn’t want to start becoming attached to her. There couldn’t possibly be a future for them. Maddie was a thief. She’d stolen from him. He might need her submissive characteristics, but he needed trust, too. No, tonight he’d try a different tack. See if that didn’t get her out from under his skin.

Chapter Six

This time Maddie deliberately went to his room ten minutes late. She didn’t like this feeling of need running through her, and she wanted to give the impression that she still had some control.

“Come in,” he answered, after she’d knocked three times on his bedroom door.

After pushing the door open, she noticed that, like yesterday, the room was dimly lit with just the one bedside lamp. Only this time, Keaton was nowhere to be seen. She guessed he must be in his bathroom.

He spoke again. “Lock the door and remove the key.”

Knowing the key was a symbol of his hold over her, she did as he demanded. Last night, he had kept it around his neck until the very last minute when he’d finally removed it and handed it to her.
You can go now.

After taking the key from the lock, she moved further into the room until his voice halted her progress. “Stop.”

Instantly, she complied with his instructions. Almost at once she became aware of him coming up behind her. Her heart beat frantically in her chest. Just what was going to happen to her? He unnerved and excited her at the same time.

His hand brushed into her hair, as he moved it to one side. She shivered as his lips touched the bare flesh of her neck. The heat from his body radiated through the flimsy silk gown she wore, and she welcomed it, arching back against his torso as he feathered kisses down to her shoulder. “You’re late.”

“I didn’t think you’d notice.” As she spoke, her voice wavered nervously.

“I notice everything. The key. Give it to me now.”

She raised her hand and he took the key from her.