NaughtyNature (7 page)

Stopping at the stone enclosure, she saw the handles for the
water control, but what she couldn’t see was where the water came out. With a
shrug she turned both handles and gasped in delighted surprise as water came
pouring down.

Not from a nozzle set into the wall, but from the ceiling
itself. It felt like a decadent pleasure, like being naked outside in the rain.
Such a luxury she wouldn’t be able to experience again so Aria raised her hands
to the flowing warm water and prepared to pamper herself.

With her neck back and eyes closed Aria didn’t hear the
sound of the door clicking open or closing. Too absorbed in reliving the past
night’s delights, she remained unaware of the man who stood staring at her or
the emotion shining hot in his bright green eyes.

Finally feeling the heavy presence of another person’s
stare, Aria whirled around, her heart thumping wildly in fear until she
recognized Mac’s familiar form. Her palm landed above her racing heart and she
tried to swallow back the initial wall of terror his appearance had brought.

“You scared me,” she told him regardless of how obvious it
was. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Just need a quick clean-up before
getting dressed.” She forced herself to give a quick negligent shrug before
turning back to the water. Her voice came out light and cheerful, hiding the
pain and wariness successfully beneath the surface.

“I got so caught up in the shower I lost track of time,” she
continued to ramble, “so if you can give me a minute to rinse out my hair this
little piece of heaven will be all yours. I’d love to get the name of the
contractor who built this dream shower. Then again if I installed one at home
I’d never leave it.”

The heat of his body touched her right before his wide,
calloused hands caught her shoulders and spun her around. Aria lost her footing
on the slippery floor and grabbed onto the nearest surface to stop her fall.
Unfortunately for her that turned out to be Mac’s solid form, which had
memories of last night crashing through her mind all over again. Two seconds of
flesh-to-flesh contract and she went right back to Slutty McSlutty.

Were the club owners pumping some sort of aphrodisiac
through the air system?

The hands on her shoulders pressed tighter before the
pressure lessened. She felt more than saw Mac’s big hair-sprinkled chest rise
as he took a deep breath then lower as he released it.

Carefully he took one step back while holding onto her. When
Aria finally mustered the courage to look into his eyes it was her turn to step
back. Not that the man released her to retreat anywhere.

Fury burned bright in his eye and not the fun sexy fire from
last night.

Mac was seriously pissed.

He confirmed her instinctive knowledge when he finally
spoke. “You were leaving?” Each word was spit out as if it left a bad taste in
his mouth.

“Um, yes?” Hadn’t she said so? Was he mad Aria had taken a
few extra minutes to clean herself up before disappearing? If so, Mac and his
amazing cock could go screw themselves. She may be a sub in the bedroom, but
that didn’t mean she’d put up with any macho crap outside it.

He shook her a little, not enough to hurt her in the
slightest, but it sent a secret thrill of delight straight to her womb.

He leaned down until their foreheads touched and spoke. “You
were not going to wake me? You were just going to walk out that door and
pretend that nothing happened between us or that nothing happened at all last
night?”

“Umm.” This was so not how she pictured this conversation
going. Not that she pictured them talking at all, but still, where had the
lover of last night disappeared to?

“That’s not an answer, Aria. I’m still dominant here and you
will pay for your disrespect.”

“Hey,” Aria protested, not sure she liked where she thought
he was leading. “Last night was last night. We both got what we came here for.
Now I’m leaving.”

“No you are not.”

He suited actions to words as he forced his larger body in
the spacious shower stall and backed her into a corner. “You leave when I say
it’s time and not before then.”

“I agreed to submit to you in the bedroom. We are no longer
in the bedroom,” she argued back, secretly wondering what the hell was wrong
with her that she’d get so turned-on fighting with this man. Then again it
wasn’t just her. She felt exactly how turned-on Mac was. The proof pushed its
throbbing length against the softness of her stomach, the heat of him almost
scorching the sensitive flesh there as his hips thrust against her.

“Watch it, Aria. I’m feeling a little out of control at the
thought of you walking out of here without my approval or knowledge. You’d
better change that tone before I do something both of us regret.” His words
came out in a low grumble.

The minx had the nerve to wrinkle her nose at him. “So what?
I don’t understand why you’re so pissed. The Operator said this was about
nothing more than hooking up to scratch an itch. We scratched, very nicely by
the way, now we go to our separate lives.”

Oh she needed to be taught a lesson in respect and
assumptions. He was just the man to do it. Judging by the flame of heat glowing
in her lovely storm-cloud eyes, she wanted him just as much.

“You need to make it up to me.”

She blinked at him, long lashes wet and dark from the
shower. “Make what up to you?”

“You may want to rephrase that question to address me
properly.”

A startled little huff of air escaped her before the tension
in her shoulders eased. “Make what up to you, Sir?”

He leaned down so they were eye to eye. “The fact that I
woke up alone in that bed!”

“But,” she stammered, confusion showing clearly on her face,
“I thought that’s what I was supposed to do, Sir.”

He knew women well enough to understand what he saw in her
gaze. Embarrassment and self-doubt, her absolute refusal to believe they had
anything beyond this room or club. He hadn’t thought of that when he woke
alone.

“You thought wrong. Now find a way to make it up to me,” he
demanded again.

Aria stood silent and Mac wished like hell he could read her
expression now. If this didn’t work then maybe the heat and connection from
last night had been a fluke. What else could explain her ability to leave him
after the indescribable passion they’d shared?

Before he could get further in his own head and shit, Aria
slid down his body to lick the broad weeping head of his penis. His cock jumped
at her attention. Slowly, oh so slowly, she ran her tongue over his shaft,
paying special attention to the extra-sensitive slit in the middle.

“Your mouth,” he ordered. “On me, now.”

When she hesitated, Mac took immediate action. He moved
behind her, pushed her to her hands and knees on the hard tile floor and
slapped her ass, hard and rough, then he pushed his cock against the tight band
of muscles in forewarning. His calloused palm smacked her tender butt cheeks
again and again, each slap harder and faster than the one before. He felt her
shudder when the blows landed and knew if he dipped his fingers between her
thighs she’d be drenched.

“When I tell you to put your mouth on my cock, are you going
to do it?”

“Yes Sir,” she whimpered. Mac watched in stunned amazement
as Aria slid two fingers down her chest, past her stomach only to plunge inside
her.

He snatched her fingers from between her thighs, clasped
both of them together over her head. “You don’t get to touch yourself. You have
to earn that right.” He spanked her again, harder and harder until Aria cried
out, her pain and pleasure combining while her juices flowed down her thighs.

He walked back in front of her, cock already in hand and
growled, “Take my cock in your mouth, Aria,
now
.”

Not waiting for her lips to part, Mac shoved himself into
her mouth, rough, fast, hard and deep. He sank one hand in her wet hair and
drove his cock in and out.

Mac cursed as his knees weakened. He used one hand to hold
himself up against the wall and the other to guide Aria’s head exactly where he
wanted it to go.

“Suck me down, honey. Show me how sorry you are.” He groaned
as she followed his instructions and swallowed him down the back of her throat.
“Fuck, that feels so good. You’re so good, Aria. Shit yes, do that again.”

She did.

Aria sucked, licked, nipped and nibbled her way up, down and
around Mac’s penis until he thought his eyes might roll back in his head from
the pleasure. When his balls tightened he thrust deep into her throat, moaned
then tried to pull himself out of her mouth, but Aria was having none of it.

“Aria, honey, if you don’t stop now I’ll come in your
mouth.”

Their eyes met and he read her determination and acceptance
of her actions. Aria’s willingness, her simple eagerness to swallow his seed
had his orgasm tearing through him. Fire raced from his toes to his balls,
straight to his straining, throbbing cock.

“Swallow it, honey. Come on, open wide. Take it,” he
demanded. He drove himself farther inside her mouth than he’d ever dared, but
she took him. He shoved deep and pumped harder and faster.

His hand left the safety of the wall so he could tunnel both
tightly in her hair, forcing her to take him deeper. Mac shouted as jet after
jet of semen shot out of his body and into the warm wetness of Aria’s mouth.
His thrusts continued hard, frantic and deep as his fluid continued to flow.

As fast as he came Aria was there to swallow him down. When
his hips finally stopped their desperate, thrusting movements she continued to
lick and soothe his tender flesh until he was half hard again.

With a well-sated sigh Mac pulled himself out of her mouth
and reached down to bring Aria back to her feet.

“Thank you,” he said and pressed a gentle kiss to her
forehead. “Let’s finish up so we can go back to bed. You wear a man out, Aria.”

He caught the smile she tried to hide when she turned her
back to him to rinse out her hair.

Last night hadn’t been a fluke, he acknowledged to himself.
Now it was up to him to convince Aria that a night of bone-shattering,
earth-melting, galaxy-exploding sex really was enough to start something.

Mac had a feeling though it might take a lot more of that knee-weakening
sex to prove his point. But a man had to do what a man had to do.

“Oh the sacrifices I must make,” he whispered low enough
that Aria wouldn’t hear and had to bite his lip to keep the smile off his face.

Chapter Five

Aria knew the man was up to something, but she didn’t know
what. The ridiculous demand for her “to make it up” to him was sheer bravado on
his part. Not that she’d minded in the least. Sucking Mac’s cock could become
an addiction if she let it. There was something so primal and basic about
swallowing a man’s seed. Which was why she’d never done it before, never really
given head before Mac. The whole thing seemed base and demeaning. Whenever
lovers would encourage it Aria would hold her breath, give the hard flesh a few
tugs, roll the balls, then a few licks to the head and either he was over or
she’d found a new place to put the penis.

With Mac she’d felt powerful even on her knees with water
pouring down around them. The heat alone in his eyes had been enough to keep
her going, but the singular look of emotion had her desperate to taste every
last drop of him.

Too bad her next lover would be nothing like Mac. Aria
stopped drying herself off as the thought crashed through her blowjob bliss.
Mac had been pissed she’d left the bed and planned on leaving him, but just
because she thought she saw a glimmer of emotion in the man’s eyes didn’t mean
he was out there planning a happily-ever-after with a white picket fence, two
kids and a dog named Stinky.

No, with Mac it boiled down to power. By leaving without his
permission she’d taken some of his power away, right? Wasn’t that the whole
purpose behind the club? A willing power exchange, one traded out of need and
pleasure.

“So now what?” she asked her reflection in the shower-fogged
mirror. “Go out there and act like nothing happened or strut out there like it
did?”

Shit, how did other women manage one-night stands with their
pride and emotions intact? Aria hadn’t spent more than a few hours with Mac
much less a whole night and she couldn’t imagine walking away.

“Dumbass,” she muttered and dropped her head, hard, on the
marble counter, several times.

“Aria, get your sweet ass out here now,” Mac bellowed, his
voice harsh, dominant and very close by.

She’d barely cleared the bathroom’s doorway before Mac had
her pinned against the wall and snarled roughly against her ear how he would
take her, spank her, and tie her up. Aria’s womb clenched and her pussy pulsed
at his words.

He loomed over her petite height, crowding her against the
silk-covered wall. “I’m going to fuck you fast and rough. Your sweet, hot ass
will be spanked until it’s as red as a ripe cherry and the whole time you’re
going to moan, scream and beg for me.”

Aria couldn’t believe she was standing here letting this
man, someone she’d never heard of a day ago, talk to her and treat her like
this. Except she couldn’t deny the thrill and desire racing through her. She
loved how rough he liked to get. Loved that he didn’t withhold the roughness of
his need from her.

Air whooshed out of her lungs as Mac jerked her hands high
above her head, until her spine arched. It wasn’t uncomfortable nor was it
comfortable, it fell somewhere in between. Then she heard the unmistakable
snick and tried to jerk her hands away. But it was too late. He’d cuffed them
around one of the rings bolted in the wall for just such a purpose.

Aria wanted to protest in a kneejerk response but managed to
keep her mouth closed. And waited to see where Mac would take this game next.