Clinch (The Underground Book 2) (30 page)

She kicked off her tennis shoes and shimmied out of her lavender scrubs, taking her panties with them. She worked fast, knowing Leo would reprimand her if he turned around and found her still dressed.

He lifted his gaze from where he leaned over the duffle and turned his head to face her. “On your knees.”

She swallowed the fear that always crept into her system every time they did a scene. The unknown got to her. Leo knew it.

But he never let her down. And he promised he never would. He’d said he could read her needs, and so far he’d been one hundred percent right. She had to trust him.

Suddenly, he was at her back, his fingers trailing across her shoulders, sending chills down her spine. His feet were bare, which made her mouth water. Something about this man in his jeans with no shirt and bare feet always got to her.

She let her gaze slide up his body.

Yep. No shirt.

“I’m going to flog you now.”

She flinched.
Flog?

He dangled something in front of her, and she gritted her teeth as she inhaled the scent of leather. It was black with more tassels than she could count dancing in front of her, teasing her nipples. When he dragged it across her skin, over her shoulder and neck, she held her breath. It was softer than she would have expected.

“It will feel like a massage. Trust me?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Good. I’ll be gentle at first. Ease you into the sensation. You’ll relax as I go.”

She couldn’t imagine relaxing as he hit her with anything, but she didn’t say a word. She wanted to trust him. She wanted to let him know she trusted him. And she would do so by not arguing with him now.

He had never once injured her.

In fact, he had done nothing but make her hornier with every toy he introduced. Was it possible this flogger would have the same effect?

The soft leather left her skin as Leo stepped away and then returned with the only chair in the room. He set it in front of her. “Grab the sides with your hands and don’t move them.”

She lifted her arms as if they weighed ten pounds each and gripped the sides of the upholstered seat.

“If you want to set your forehead against the edge, you may.” He stepped back.

She heard the swish of the leather as it whipped through the air and braced herself. The tassels landed on one shoulder blade, barely noticeable.

She still held her breath as the flogger lifted off her tense back and landed again in almost the same spot.

It didn’t hurt.

Not at all.

It felt good. Soothing.

“Relax. You’re so tight, babe.” He used his low commanding tone. Gentle. Caring. Leo. “Am I hurting you?” He caressed the skin where the flogger had landed.

“No. It feels…good.”

“See?” He stepped back again and resumed, the soft leather landing on the other shoulder. He picked up the pace then, gentle blows striking in no particular pattern or rhythm across both sides of her upper back.

She exhaled and let her mind slip into a calmer place, leaning her forehead against the seat cushion in front of her as he’d suggested. She gripped the sides of the chair tightly.

Leo continued. Each time the flogger landed on her, it thudded harder. But the sensation was indeed that of a massage.

She fought against the urge to moan. Moisture gathered between her legs, and she had to remind herself to keep her knees apart. Open.

“That’s my girl. See? No pain. Only pleasure,” he soothed, taking a break to run his palm over her heated skin. “I’m going to continue now, harder. You can take it. I want your skin bright red with my marks tonight.”

She flushed, her face heating to a deep shade of pink at the thought of going out with her back all red with raised welts. What if someone saw them?

Did she care?

It didn’t matter. She would do what Leo asked of her, because despite every thought of denying him that screamed in her mind, he made her so horny, and it felt so damn good she would never turn him down.

The end result was always in her favor.

The flogger continued to rain down on her shoulder blades.

Surprisingly, she melted into the sensation. As the intensity increased, so did her arousal. Her clit throbbed. Her pussy clenched. Her breasts swayed with every strike. If he continued much longer, she would slip to the floor like putty.

Finally, when she thought she might scream out with her need to have him inside her, he stopped. The flogger hit the floor with a thump. He straddled her legs and smoothed his hands on her upper back. “Gorgeous.” His voice was lower. “Do you know how sexy you are?”

She moaned, rolling her forehead across the seat of the chair.

“Keep your hands where they are, babe, but stand on your feet.”

She wasn’t sure her legs would hold her, but she lifted first one foot and then the other to pull herself to standing. Her ass was the highest part of her in this position. She rolled her face to one side, resting her cheek on the seat cushion and gripping the sides harder.

His hands trailed back to her ass. He molded her cheeks with his palms, spreading them apart and releasing them over and over.

She held her breath again, coming down from the high of the flogging as she acknowledged the exposure. She wanted to protest, but knew better than to open her mouth.

“I want to take this tight hole, babe.”

She stiffened.

“Later. After the fight. Will you let me put a plug in you to stretch you out some now?”

A what? Jesus. God. Mercy.

“It won’t hurt. I promise. It will just make you feel full. Aware. It will force you to think about having my cock in you all evening.”

She moaned at the thought.

“May I?” He wanted a verbal answer.

“Yes,” she whispered, having no idea why she would consent to such a plan. Except she was intrigued. And every time he’d come close to touching her
there
in the past week, she’d found herself hotter than ever. The forbidden could drive a woman wild.

Leo padded away for a few long seconds. When he returned, she heard the pop of a lid and shuddered.

“Lube, babe. It will ease the plug in.”

She didn’t respond. Instead she tried not to stiffen any further.

When his palm landed on one butt cheek, she chased her doubts from her mind. With the one hand, he held her steady. With the other, he teased her tighter entrance with the tip of something cool and wet.

He circled the puckered hole over and over, pressing occasionally on the center. Slowly he worked her until she loosened up enough to relax her butt cheeks. “That’s my girl. Feel the pressure. It’s going to be so good. I promise.”

As he finished those words, the tip slid in and then back out.

Katie rocked forward, her instinct to avoid the intrusion.

Leo gripped her with his huge fingers. “Stay still. Let it in. Relax your muscles. It’s a small plug. You’ll hardly notice it.”

She sucked in a sharp breath and tried to do his bidding.

Finally, when she released a breath, he pushed the plug home. It easily slid into place, filling her rectum with pressure. She moaned around the sensation and rocked forward once again.

Leo grabbed her hips with both hands and held them spread, intensifying the feel of the plug with its external bulb that seemed to protrude indecently. “So sexy. You have no idea.”

The driving desire to have him inside her had faded slightly between the time he’d dropped the flogger and inserted the plug. Now, it shot right back at his words.

He smoothed his hands up to her waist and tugged. “Stand up now, babe.”

She pushed off the chair, trying to find her balance with her legs spread and that plug teasing her mercilessly.

Leo hauled her back against his front. He still wore the jeans. He flattened one palm on her belly and lowered the other down between her legs. When his fingers found her clit, she lifted onto her toes and gasped.

She wrapped her hands around his huge forearm at her belly. “Leo,” she called out. She needed to come. Between the heated skin of her back and the way the plug made her far too aware of her rectum, she was desperate.

Leo thrust two fingers into her pussy.

She screamed out, grasping his arm.

Just as quickly, his fingers disappeared. He lifted his hand to her lips and touched them with her moisture. “Taste yourself, babe.”

She stuck out her tongue and licked her juices off her mouth. It was so heady the way he commanded her. Her legs shook with the need to come. “Please,” she pleaded.

“Mmm. I think I like this look on you.”

What did that mean?

“I can’t fuck you right now. Not until after the fight. I need to channel the energy.”

She twisted her head around and tipped it back to meet his gaze.

The man was grinning.

She shook her head. “No. God. What?”

“Mmm,” he said again, “I could let you get off, but I don’t think I will. When I look at you, I want you to see that desperation in your eyes all evening. I’ll know you have my plug inside your tight channel and my marks on your back. So fucking sexy.” His hand trailed up between her swollen breasts to wrap around her neck.

She gulped. “Please, Leo…”

“I love the sound of you begging. I want to hear it more later tonight. We need to get to the fight now.”

She was too stunned to move.

Leo released her, setting her hands on the back of the chair so she could steady herself. He walked over to her closet and flipped through the hangers. Finally, he held up a black dress. “This one.”

She couldn’t speak. That was her favorite. It made her feel incredibly sexy when she wore it. But tonight? He had to be kidding.

He stepped back toward her and slid it off the hanger. “Do you need a bra with this?”

She shook her head. At least she thought she did. The dress was backless. It connected at the back of her neck. The front was halter style. The soft fabric would rub against her nipples all evening. The skirt flared out at the waist. He’d chosen well if he expected her to wear the plug currently sucking every brain cell downward.

“Lift your arms.”

She did as he instructed, letting him slide the dress over her head. The silky material flowed around her as he pressed her head toward the floor and brushed her hair out of the way to button the ends at the back of her neck.

She was surprised he would let her out of the house wearing this dress. And her back… So exposed. Her skin was heated from the flogger. Everyone would see his marks on her. Could she do that? Expose this private thing they had to other people? Eyebrows would raise.

“Find some heels while I get my stuff together for the fight, babe.” He kissed her nose and patted her ass to get her moving toward the closet.

Every step she took brought the plug to her attention. She doubted it was even half the size it felt like inside her. The stretch was amazing.

Katie grabbed her favorite black heels, the ones with dainty gold jewels running along the edges of the black leather straps. Did she have permission to fix her hair and makeup? She glanced at Leo.

“You may use the bathroom, babe. We’ll leave in about fifteen minutes, okay?”

She nodded, unsure her voice would work.

The walk to the bathroom drove her mad. Between the plug and her hair drifting over the raised skin on her back, she was a mess of nerves.

She gasped when she met her gaze in the mirror. She was flushed a deep red. Her hair was a wreck. And so was her makeup. With shaky fingers, and every attempt to not move her torso and draw attention to the phallus inside her ass, she quickly fixed her makeup and hair.

When she finished, she turned around to find Leo leaning against the back of the couch watching her. “You’re amazing. Have I told you that today?”

“I think so.” Her voice was rough, deeper than usual.

He smiled and reached out a hand. “Ready?”

She wanted to shout at him that there was no way she could possibly leave the house in her current state of arousal. But she didn’t dare. Besides, he had to be hurting just as badly. It almost embarrassed her to admit she was about to collapse with the need to come.

Pull it together, Kathryn. You’re completely whipped
.

Leo held the steering wheel with both hands, his grip so tight, his knuckles hurt.

Katie sat next to him very still. He knew the plug would drive her mad pressing against her rectum in a seated position.

One thing was for sure—she didn’t squirm.

He parallel parked on a dark street a block from the underground speakeasy where he would fight.

As he rounded the car to open the passenger door, he made a scan of his surroundings. A few people were walking down the sidewalk. No one was paying attention to him. Another car had pulled up a block away. He knew the occupants would be with the FBI.

Katie swung her legs out and closed her eyes. “I don’t think I can do this, Leo.”

“Do what, babe?” he asked as he took her hand and helped her stand. He grabbed his bag from behind her seat, shut the door, and pressed her sweet body against the side of the car. He dropped his duffle next to his feet. As his hands roamed up the sides of her body from her waist to her chest, he let his thumbs reach under the sides of her dress to graze her breasts.

She tipped her head back to meet his gaze. Her eyes were glossy with lust, making his cock harder than a rock. Perhaps this was a bad idea.

He didn’t want to have sex before he fought, but he’d never been in a position where he was this horny when he entered the ring, either. His goal had been to drive Katie mad with arousal and keep her that way during the fight, but would it backfire on him?

He lowered his lips to hers and lightly kissed her. Her lip gloss teased him with its sweet taste of strawberries. He let his thumbs reach farther under the front of her silky black dress to stroke her nipples.

Katie moaned into his mouth, the sound forcing his cock to stiffen further. At this rate, he would come in his jeans.

He needed to stop teasing himself and get inside. He pulled back from her lips and removed his hands from under the short sweater she wore over her dress to straighten it at her shoulders.