Naughty Neighbors (11 page)

He grabbed a handful of her bangs. He wasn’t gentle when he forced her head back, and she found she loved rough play. She could see the desire all over the man. The way he observed her, the manner in which his body responded to hers, his deep baritone voice—the entire Zak Stone package made her crazy wet with unadulterated need.

His mouth met hers then and he stole away with a passionate kiss. Then, he framed her face and said, “For this, I need you to have a safe word. If you feel uncomfortable or you want me to stop, I want you to use it.”

“What’s my safe word?”

He pumped his cock back and forth, the rubber slipping and sliding as he moved his hand over his erection. “Let’s just use safe. How’s that sound?”

“Safe works for me.”

His Adam’s apple twitched and he eased behind her then, kneeling parallel to her hips. She felt as if she were under his scrutiny and grew increasingly uneasy, until his fingers circled her rim, caressing the outer flesh.

She relaxed for a moment, but it was short lived. The paddle landed on her ass with a thwack. At the same time, she felt Zak’s tip impaling her hole.

Then, he pushed the weight of his cock inside her ass and eased into her channel. A guttural sound filled the room. He urged her forward, forcing her wrists against her ankles and launching a series of short and quick thrusts.

“Are you okay, sub?”

Surely he didn’t expect her to speak. She couldn’t form words then. She couldn’t respond. Her body was under siege. Her libido was on fire. Her mouth was as dry as a bone.

“Answer me, sub!” He struck her again and carnal grunts—his and hers—resounded. The paddle rested against her hip and she found the wooden object a sweet reminder of how far they’d come in a short period.

The timeframe, of course, could be debated. How often had she lain in bed at night dreaming of Zak savagely taking her? Had she imagined him like this? Had her dreams given credit where credit was due, or shortchanged the man who obviously knew how to love a woman—more specifically, who understood what she needed and craved?

Kara had been lifestyle-curious for several years. Now, her interest had only expanded. Gaining familiarity bred necessity and, she realized with absolutely certainty, the best was still yet to come.

He thrust forward, tossing the paddle to the floor. “God help me, I can’t take you easy. Damn it! Use your safe word if I hurt you!”

“No, Sir,” she said softly, rocking closer to the floor with each of his strokes. “You’re giving me what I want.” She bit back the cry trapped in her throat. “More.” God yeah, she wanted more. She longed for the pressure and the pain. She needed a hardcore fuck so she understood her limitations and restrictions and thereby embraced a more complete and satisfying end when her climax was near.

“Oh God, baby, are you sure?” He paused, withdrew, and then throttled her again with another round of short thrusts.

Her body slumped and her head spun. The tingling sensations in her feet and hands began to work their way up her legs and arms. Her nipples were overly sensitive.

Zak gripped her hips then. He stilled behind her. Her hole flexed. Her pussy clenched and every internal muscle seemingly contracted. His cock had brushed against sensitive tissues and tapped individual and quite receptive nerves. She felt as if she’d been caressed from the inside out and yet she still needed a slow hand to guide her, his voice to advise her.

“Can I come, Sir?”

“Can you, sub? Can you come for me right now?” His hot breath at her ear left her quaking in his embrace.

“Yes.” She swallowed hard. “Yes, Sir. I need to come.”

She tried to throw her hips back but the bar prevented full mobility. She hung her head between her shoulders and tried to take as well as he gave but quickly realized she’d long since relinquished all control.

Zak gripped her waist and went at her then with sequenced pounding. “Don’t move sub. Ah God. Don’t you dare move, baby!”

Squeezing her eyes shut, she imagined him behind her, looking on as his cock slid in and out of her ass, watching as her hole not only enveloped him but swallowed him whole.

“Zak!” she screamed out. “Fuck me! Oh please, Sir! Harder!”

He short-fucked her then and his body moved faster and faster. A few times, he smacked her ass and the spanking only added to her orgasms.

He jerked behind her. “Yes, ah yes my sweet sub. Oh damn woman, you’re so fucking tight.”

“Mmm, Sir,” she crooned, feeling as if she were about to collapse. “I never in my life imagined it could be this good, so—”

A door slammed and her eyes popped open. “Oh my God.”

Zak quickly pulled out, resting his forehead on her back as if he needed a moment to gain his bearings. “What the hell is he doing here?” His voice was dangerously low.

Kara shuddered. Her ragged breath came out in spurts.

How much had they heard? Worse still, how long had they stood there and watched her in the throes of pleasure, in the clutches of passion?

Carly turned away. Kemper looked at her dead on.

Zak scurried to his feet. “Don’t you believe in knocking?”

“Kara?” The color washed out of Carly’s face when she turned to the room once more. “What were you thinking?”

A hoarse cry fell from Kara’s chest. “What the hell are you two doing here?”

“I should ask you the same thing,” Kemper said.

“As if you have a right!” Kara’s blazing fury shook through her body. To make matters worse she was still tied and bound, slumped in a doggie-style position on the contraption Kemper had sent her as a gift.

All things considered, it probably wasn’t the best time to let him know how much she appreciated his thoughtfulness, even though she was tempted.

Zak stood in front of her with his hands blocking his cock. “Can you give us a minute?”

“What the hell are you doing to my girlfriend?” Kemper stalked him then.

Kara tried to wiggle one way or another in an effort to free herself. “Why aren’t you on your honeymoon?”

“Psht!” Carly exclaimed, though she didn’t bother with a true reply.

Kemper clenched his fists and glared at Zak. “If I were you, buddy, I’d get lost.”

“I’d listen to him,” Carly said.

Kara grabbed an opportunity to glare at her best friend. “Just who are you to tell us what to do?”

“The friend who loves you,” Carly assured her. “I’m concerned about you, Kara. Clearly, you aren’t thinking straight.”

“I’ve never been so sure and confident in my life,” she snapped, turning her attention to Zak. “Don’t go, Sir.”

“What?” Carly and Kemper chimed in together.

“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” Zak said, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist. He then pulled a sheet off the bed and covered Kara’s nude form. Dipping his hands under the coverlet, he blindly fumbled with the shackles in an effort to free her. “The two of you should wait downstairs. We weren’t expecting company at four-thirty in the morning.”

“We?” Kemper pushed by Zak and glared at Kara. “And what is this Sir shit?”

Kara glared at Carly and thinned her lips, silently pleading with her friend to take Kemper and go. Instead of aiding her, Carly asked, “What in the hell is that doohickey you’re wearing?”

Kemper bit out, “I sent her all these things so she would get used to the idea of Domination and submission!”

Carly scowled. “You?” She shoved her balled fists against her waist. “You didn’t get very much
bang
for your
buck
now did ya?” She glanced around the room. “How’d all this work out for you,
babe
? Hmm?”

Kemper’s face turned blood red. “I think she’s got the hang of it.”

“Considering I don’t receive gifts like these and I’m the one who loves the lifestyle, maybe you should ask yourself if you gave the right presents to the right woman. If I’d been in a contraption like that, you can bet your sweet ass you would’ve been the one coming in from behind!” Carly threw up her arms and stormed out of the room.

Kemper ignored Carly and stood over Kara, acting as if he were taking in the whole scene. “Have you been seeing one another long?”

“No.” Zak supplied the answer.

“I didn’t ask you!” Kemper never looked away from Kara.

“Obviously not,” Kara bit out. “The package just arrived today.”

“Be a gentleman and wait downstairs for us,” Zak said.

“I am not talking to you!” Kemper yelled, his muscles bulging around his short sleeves. He acted as if he were seconds away from taking that first swing.

Kemper had always been slow to anger, but when that ugly beast rose to the fore, he went berserk. She didn’t want to witness a fight. She just wanted Kemper and Carly to go.

“Please wait downstairs.” Kara couldn’t believe this was happening. “Please.”

“Why would you do this?” Kemper dragged his hand from forehead to chin. The slow act brought on a noticeable transformation. A furious expression replaced the face of betrayal and confusion.

Zak placed his hand on his shoulder. “You heard the lady. She wants you to wait—”

“Get your hands off me!” Kemper screamed, shrugging away from him. “You don’t want to go up against me, buddy!”

“She wants you to wait downstairs and you can do that now or I can call the police. Take your pick.”

Kemper laughed and another demeanor emerged, one Kara hadn’t seen in the past. He glared at her like he saw straight through her. “He doesn’t know. Does he?”

“Know what exactly?” Zak knelt next to her again and finished unbuckling the restraints. He helped her to her feet. “What don’t I know?”

Kara met Zak’s curious gaze, but she couldn’t speak. She knew what Kemper wanted her to tell him, but she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. If she voiced them then, she would feel like such a kept woman.

She studied Kemper and gauged his behavior. That was precisely what he wanted her to feel like in that very moment—a kept woman, somebody’s whore, and his little puppet.

Slow to regain her balance, she grabbed the bedpost and held the white linen sheet to her chest. Her bottom was sore with the recent reminder of what she’d done and with whom.

Both men stood side by side. She couldn’t hide from either of them. She couldn’t run, because where would she go? Carly returned to the room with her arms crossed. She was equally pissed, but Kara couldn’t figure out why.

At the moment, Kara didn’t care. Carly had known she was infatuated with her neighbor. Hadn’t she suspected something like this would eventually happen?

“She won’t tell you, so I will,” Kemper said, stomping across the room to the walk-in closet. Swinging the door wide, he shook his finger inside. “Those clothes are my clothes. This is my bedroom. This is my condo.” He swung around and waved his finger in Kara’s direction. “And that woman—regardless of what happened here—is my fucking woman!”

Seventeen

After a brief argument commenced and no one emerged the winner, the smoke eventually settled. They then reached a quick decision. Zak would go home and clean up. Kara would shower. Carly and Kemper would wait downstairs and they would all sit down and talk like reasonable adults once everyone had a chance to cool off.

When Zak returned, he wasn’t surprised to find Carly downstairs, alone. He stood in the foyer for a moment and debated on how to proceed.

“I should thank you.” Carly motioned him to the den. Clinging to a glass of red wine, she added, “I don’t want to share him anymore. For the record, Kemper isn’t the kind of man who will agree to share Kara with you.”

“You’re making early assumptions,” Zak said cautiously. He wasn’t taking a second seat to Kemper Kapertone or anyone else.

“Anybody could’ve walked in that room and easily picked up on the connection the two of you have.” She took a drink. “Like I said, I should thank you, so you have my gratitude.”

“You’re putting the cart before the horse.”

“Or the ass before the Dom,” she suggested, laughing.

Zak was disgusted by Carly’s lame attempt at humor. She apparently thought her reference was positively hilarious.

Zak stared at two empty bottles of wine on the bar between the kitchen and den. One he could credit to Kara over the course of a long evening. The other, Carly must’ve downed in less than an hour.

“Oh come on now, Zak.” She inched closer and slanted her eyes. “You are Zak. Aren’t you? I mean, I didn’t pay attention to where you went when you left here but I’m assuming you’re the neighbor in unit 201.”

He didn’t ask her how she knew. He could guess. Kara had openly flirted with him and admitted to having a crush. He would assume she’d mentioned him to Carly, too.

“You’re very guarded as well.” She sat on the far end of the sofa and crossed her legs.

Even though Carly was a good looking woman, he wasn’t at all tempted to start at her ankles and work his gaze up her body. He was too concerned about Kara. He wanted to go to her, rescue her. He longed to reassure her. If Kemper put her out on the streets, she had a place to go. She could move right in with him.

His cock stretched in his slacks as he considered sleeping beside her every night. Trying to toss aside the recent memories, he turned to the stairs. “I’ll go check on them.”

“Sit down, Zak,” Carly snapped, pointing at a chair across from her. “You have no idea what you’re doing here. Do you?” She forced a smile and her head wobbled a bit. Clearly drunk, she slurred each of her words. “Kara was young when she met Kemper. She’s still young. We both are. Just because you showed her what it was like to be with a Dominant, don’t expect her to dump Kemper and become your submissive. It won’t work out that way for you.”

Zak took a seat. Since Carly seemed to feel the need to predict their future, he wanted to listen. He might learn something.

“You’re a quiet one.” She traced the rim of her glass. “Kara likes those strong, quiet types.”

“You’re jealous of her.”

“Jealous?” She laughed. “No, I don’t envy her at all now. Maybe just a little before I started sleeping with Kemper too, but not now. I actually spend more time with him than she does.”