Can't Touch This (6 page)

“What the hell does that mean?”

“It means I’m going to eat my dinner, enjoy my wine, and
then drag your ass upstairs to my back bedroom where I plan to fuck your brains
out.” He shoveled in another forkful of leafy greens and chewed methodically as
he gazed at her. “See if I can’t make it five times.” He grinned at her, picked
up his glass of wine and, peering over the rim, he said, “Maybe six or seven by
daybreak.”

Harlow smiled and stabbed a piece of chicken, dragging it to
her plate. “What’s in the back room?”

“A fetish delight.”

Cass had struggled through a cold shower, stuffing his
restless wolf into a locked corner after their conversation about children.
Shit, he had a tougher time convincing the man he might have to let her go
until she realized she couldn’t live without him.

None of that mattered now.

Happiness didn’t begin to describe how he felt when she had
touched him at the dinner table and presented him with the sexiest little
smile. It let him know it would be okay to take her the way he wanted
to—unencumbered by latex. His dick jerked in his pants as he hurried through
the meal. Jesus, he wanted her, right on the dinner table, but he had planned
to stay the night in this house for a reason. It was equipped with many of the
things he wished to introduce to Harlow. Feathered whips for a beginner, cuffs,
ball gags, clamps for her nipples, her pussy—Christ, he couldn’t eat fast
enough.

Watching her relish each forkful of food, chewing every
morsel slowly, it almost sent him over the edge. Castle couldn’t remember ever
coming while he watched someone eat, but damn if he wasn’t close and his pants
sported a wet spot in the front when he reached to adjust his dick. “Honey, if
you take one more bite, I’ll turn you over my knee right here.”

She deliberately disobeyed him by stabbing another piece of
chicken and placing it onto her plate.
Fuck!
Picking up her knife, Harli
carefully cut the chicken into equal quarter-inch squares. “Goddamn it, woman.”
He pulled her by her wrist from the chair and placed her across his lap. He
tugged the shirt up and caressed her beautiful bare ass. Raising his hand, he
delivered a smack firm enough to make her jump against his ramrod-stiff cock.

“Cass!”

“I warned you.” He delighted in the feel of precum slipping
from his penis. “Not another word.”

Another crack from his hand elicited a moan while she rubbed
her pelvis against his thighs. He used his fingers and gently massaged the
handprint on her butt cheek before he delivered a series of crisp smacks to the
other buttock. She wriggled against his crotch, coaxing more drops of precum
from his engorged dick. One more firm whack and he uttered, “Shit.” Twisting
her in his arms, he stood and carried her through the house and up the stairs
to his special room.

Upon opening the door, he was pleased to hear her intake of
breath. “Oooh, Cass!”

“You like it?” He stood her on the floor and watched
enthralled as she walked around reverently touching everything. The scent of
her womanhood quickly permeated the space, had him stroking his penis through
the material. “Pick anything you want, I’ll show you how it works.”

A silver egg-shaped bullet vibrator attracted her attention.

“Bring it to me.” She carried the small item across the room
as if she held a prized jewel. Cass reached back and grabbed a set of velvet
cuffs with a length of material between them before he sat on a cushioned
straight-back chair. He strapped them on her wrist while she held the anal toy
in her hand. “Lie across my lap.” Taking the bullet from her hand, he lifted
his left foot and stepped on the center of the cuffs, taking away her ability
to move her arms, touch him or flail about.

He grasped her hair and twisted her head so she could see
him stick the vibrator in his mouth. The silver-coated metal would slip in her
ass easily but he wanted it to be wet with his saliva. Such an animalistic
thing to do, and it caused her eyes to darken. Caressing her butt, he lifted
his hand and delivered a light smack, forcing Harli to rub against his lap.
Spreading her cheeks with his fingers, he placed the tip of the bullet against
her tiny rosette. “You want this?”

“I want it badly.”

“Remember what to say?”

“Stop.”

“And I will.” He nudged the vibrator into her ass and
pressed the button once. She jerked on his lap, drawing another pulse of
moisture into his pants. Christ, if he kept this up, he’d come before she did,
yet giving her something new to enjoy elated him. “How does it feel?”

“Push the button again.”

This time he held it longer and enjoyed her pelvis gyrating
on his thighs. When he released the button, she whimpered, attempting to move
her arms. Giving up, she said, “Push it.”

He did.

“Push it. Push it. Push it.”

Each time she asked, he set the vibrator in motion. It went
on like that for minutes before he needed to shed his pants and feel her skin
against his. Lifting his foot, he grabbed the cuffs and pulled her up. “Sit on
the bed and wait for me.” He eyed her, made sure she was okay with what they
were doing. “Don’t let the bullet come out.” Handing her the control, he told
her, “Keep pushing it.” One hand grasped the bedspread and twisted it
relentlessly as she played with the controller in the other and wiggled her
butt against the mattress.

Watching her watch him as he removed his pants sent a new
shock of lust to his crotch. “God, I…” Damn, he needed her. Taking the gadget
from Harli, Cass nudged her until she reached the center of his bed. “Turn
over.” The whole time he pressed the button sporadically, causing her to
squeeze her cheeks to retain the bullet.

“Push it, Cass, please, push it.”

She twisted and rested on her stomach in the bed. “Stay just
like that.” Dropping the device, he walked over to the counter and retrieved a
ball gag and some lube before returning. Loosening one cuff, he pulled her arms
behind her and put them back on. Retrieving the controller, he gave the anal
toy a long press and watched Harli hike her behind in the air and pump back
into the mattress. “I can’t wait to be inside you.” He let her see the ball gag
he held in his free hand. It was small, wouldn’t be too much for her. Castle
kissed and shoved his tongue into her mouth and tasting her desire, he asked,
“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Can I touch this?” He stroked a hand down the back of her
thigh.

“Cass, please… I…”

He pushed fingers into her cunt. Disappointment trickled
into his mind as words she spoke at The Moat taunted him.
You can’t touch
me.
Knowing what he knew now, Cass desired more than anything in the world
to be able to touch what Harlow said he could not. And it didn’t involve her
body. Though he would settle for what she offered, it wasn’t enough. He, his
wolf, they both craved more. Releasing the bullet control, he whispered close
to her ear, “I will touch you in places no one else has ever been.” He inserted
the ball, drawing the strap over her head. “You can’t talk or move your hands
but if you want me to stop, press your heel into my thigh.” She nodded. “Try
it.” Her right heel hit him. “Good girl.”

Castle rained kisses over her back and paid particular
attention to her spine. He licked the length of it, lifting her cuffed arms
when they impeded his access. “I’m going to fuck your pretty ass, darlin’. You
want that?” She groaned and nodded.

He slowly removed the bullet and tossed it on the bed.
Spreading her legs wide, he squirted lube between her cheeks and shoved his
cock through the crease, coating his length with the oil. “God, I’ve wanted to
do this since the truck stop.” He kept her arms pulled tight and used one hand
to guide his dick to the tight entrance of her ass. “Relax for me, Harli.”

“Hurry, Cass.”

“I’m the first one to have this.” He pushed his cream-slick
tip into her ass and was thrilled when she struggled to get more. He spoke
softly. “My wolf feels through me, Harlow, he would ride his mate from behind
just like I’m taking you.” More cock slipped inside when she relaxed her anal
muscles. “He’d bite and lick your neck while holding you beneath him.” Castle
leaned down and nipped her neck. “He would ride you until he filled you with
his seed.”

“Unnhhh!”

A low growl escaped from his throat as more of his dick slid
into her ass. “Can you take it all?”

* * * * *

Harlow wanted to yell her pleasure but her mouth was full.
She had waited for the initial pain to pass, and when he began to tell her what
his wolf would feel, what it would do to its mate, she drove her ass up and
felt Castle sink in farther. He bit the back of Harlow’s neck and she relaxed,
allowing him to move deeper in her ass. “Ahh-ahhh,” she moaned when he growled
in her ear. Unable to give voice to how good it was or use her hands, she sought
release by rubbing her pelvis against the bed. If only she could ask him to
touch her pussy or pinch her clitoris to provide needed stimulation. Just as
she thought it, Castle took care of her.

“Your pussy is wet.” His fingers stroked through the crease,
bringing her to the edge, and then he stopped. Again he shoved them inside,
causing her to grind against his hand. All the while, he jammed in and out of
her ass, taking what he wanted, giving her so much more. “Tight, baby, so very
tight.” He continued his thrusts, stirring something inside that made her feel
like crying in joy.

He continued to dip fingers in and out of her vagina
matching his strokes in her ass. Cass teased her to the edge repeatedly. He
took Harlow close, and then he’d pull back. “I want to feel it when you come.”
He slowed his pace, but he lengthened his strokes, went deeper each time.
“You’re ready.”

“Mmmm,” she moaned. Unable to bear it without seeing him,
Harli kicked his thigh hard. Castle pulled from her, removed the ball gag first,
and then he loosened the cuffs. “You okay?”

She flipped over. “I needed to see you.”

“It’s all right.”

She tugged his arm until he lay on top of her. “Fuck me,
Cass, take me over the edge.”

“Let me clean up first.”

While he was in the bathroom, Harlow dipped fingers into her
pussy, pulled them out and slid them through the folds until she found her
clitoris, driving herself closer and closer to the precipice. She hadn’t
noticed his return until he swore.

“Damn.” He peered at her hard. “Do you know what hearing
your fingers play there does to me?” His hand encircled his cock and in
seconds, the tip glistened.

“I want to use that.” A swing in the corner had seized her
attention, made her imagine hanging there while Cass bounced her up and down,
jamming his penis inside her.

Jerking his cock back and forth, he prowled to the bed as if
she were his prey. “My adventurous lover.” He leaned down and kissed her lips
softly. “Open your legs so I can take care of my pussy.” He climbed on the bed
and nudged her thighs wide with a knee. “Let me tap those hot lips.” Using
fingers, he swatted her labia lightly, and then massaged her nether lips until
she felt as if she’d go crazy.

Cass continued his tapping until she begged, “Take me, damn
you,
now
.”

Grasping his cock, he shoved only the cap in and stopped.
“Want it?”

“God, yes.” Harlow spiked her hips up and captured every
thick inch deep inside. “Fill me.” She pushed her pelvis upward into his again
and again. “Take everything, it’s yours.”

“Shit…
shshshit
,” he hissed. Cass drew his cock out,
slammed it back in. “I’ll always give you what you want.” He stroked inside her
at a maddening pace, quickly taking her to a new high, one she didn’t want to
let slip away. “Every. Damn. Time.” Her fingernails dug into Castle’s buttocks
and scored his shoulders, yet he never missed a stroke not even when he leaned
down and whispered, “Taste me, honey.”

Licking the gouges she had opened on one shoulder, Harlow
marveled at how exotic his blood tasted and it drove her wild. “Harder, Cass,
harder.”

Thrusting in, out, he took her back to the edge, but he
didn’t let her go.

“You want to come?”

“Yes, yes, Lord, yes.”

“Who’s fucking you, Harlow?”

“You, Castle, you.”

He pummeled her pussy, ground against her pelvis until she
thought his balls would follow his dick into her body. “I can’t get enough of
you.” He buried his head in her neck, kissed and sucked her pulse, drawing
blood to the surface. Briefly, Harlow wondered how she would cover the hickey
for work. Only briefly, because no sooner had the thought flitted through her
mind than Castle bit so hard he drew blood. It served to make her ram her hips
into him and attempt to throw her legs around his waist. He gripped one thigh
and helped lift the leg so she could wrap it around him. Doing the same with
the other, he braced himself with one arm while he grabbed an ass cheek in one
hand and held her as he pistoned in and out of her pussy. He never stopped
sucking the spot on her neck. When he did, he growled, “Mine.”

He lapped the mark and it tingled under the ministrations of
his tongue. She felt the skin knit together as if it healed. His tongue
swirling, his cock sinking in and out, his hands holding her ass—it all came
together in one savage torrent. A thunderous orgasm poured from inside her,
flowing faster than a rain-swollen river as it erupted from her vagina. “Now,
now
!”
she cried as cream escaped, drenching his cock in its wake.

“Take all of me.” Cass ejaculated a warm stream, filling her
with semen. “Aww, shit, it won’t stop.” It continued for a long time. He came
and came inside her, leaving Harlow with a part of him only she could have.
Done, he rolled over, carrying her with him. He held her against his
fast-beating heart. “I will never, ever let you go.”

“I don’t want to go.”

“Good.” He cradled her head in his shoulder.

“Castle?”

“Hmm?”

“I’m married.”

“What the fuck, Harlow!” He grasped her shoulders and shoved
her up so he could look in her eyes. “You’re kidding, right? No way. No.
Fucking. Way!”

“The divorce will be finalized soon.”

“Jesus.” He breathed a sigh of relief as he let her fall
back on his chest. “You could give a dog a heart attack.”

“Does it bother you?”

“Should it? Hell, I’ve had women in my life.” He feathered
his fingers up and down her arm. “Does that bother you?”