Satisfaction Guaranteed (13 page)

"Determined." Sabrina set down her mug and leaned
forward, her hands on the table between them. "I want this, Kane. It's not a whim. I went to a lot of effort to find a compatible sex partner. We're not required to have sex, of course, that's entirely at the discretion of the clients who agree to date. But I came here fully intending to have sex with you, any way you wanted it. Barring a threesome."

"So you do draw the line somewhere." His lips twitched, although he had to admit the image of Sabrina sandwiched between two men made a very interesting mental picture. But there was only one of him, and the last thing he intended to do with the half-naked woman in his kitchen was share.

"Sure, it's a hot idea. It's a very popular fantasy, and great to imagine while I'm getting close and personal with my battery-operated boyfriend," Sabrina said. The admission made his cock throb. His imagination willingly sketched out an image of her naked, eyes closed, pleasuring herself. "But in reality? Not. People don't share their toys well, let alone lovers. Emotions get tangled, people get jealous. And that's just the emotional downside. Physically, you run even more risks. I'm not into risks."

"Liar." Kane reached across the table and drew a line down her breast, stopping just short of touching her nipple. "Your profile said you skydived."

"There's risk, and then there's risk." She grinned at him. "Jumping out of an airplane with a parachute and thoroughly checked gear after safety training and all the other steps you have to go through isn't as risky as it sounds. Sure, something could go wrong. But the odds are against it. It's a calculated risk. Not unlike our date."

"I'm a calculated risk?" Kane circled her nipple twice,
then stroked over it. He watched her eyes unfocus briefly and hid a smile at her reaction.

"Yes, Kane, you are. I know you're not a psycho, you don't have a police record, you don't have any horrible diseases, and you don't show any tendencies towards abuse or cruelty. Although you are being very cruel to me right now. You haven't touched this one at all." Sabrina indicated the neglected breast.

"I'll get around to it." He smiled at her and continued to toy with her nipple, tugging at it. "If you wanted to play sex slave, why the Capture Agency? Why not just find yourself a man at a BDSM club to experiment with?"

Sabrina closed her eyes and wiggled in reaction to his fondling. Her open response to him made him even harder.

"I wanted to experience being held captive and seduced into surrender in bed. That doesn't mean I'm ready to sign a submissive contract and spend my weekends chained in some executive's Bellevue dungeon getting hot wax dripped on my nipples to relieve his midlife crisis. I'm also not about to put myself in a vulnerable position with somebody who might be dangerous. I investigated the BDSM lifestyle, and to be honest, most of the people living it are too serious about it for me. I'm not that serious about anything. Except maybe Nordstrom."

Kane let go of her breast and toyed with the one she'd accused him of neglecting while he continued the conversation. "You like shopping?"

"Oh, that's nice . . ." She sighed, arching her back to thrust her breasts forward. "And yes. I'm a girl, I like to look pretty, I like fashion, and I like to shop. I'm not obsessive about it, but then, I'm really not the obsessive type."

"So what do you like?" Kane pinched her nipple and watched a flush of heat spread over her face. Her lips parted and her eyelids lowered.

"I like variety. Sleepy-time sex, when you spoon up and do it in slow, rocking movements. Comfort sex, cuddly sex, marathon sex, a hard and fast quickie. I don't want a relationship where it's all one flavor. I can think of a lot of times when emotionally or physically I just would rather do the straight vanilla thing than feel like I had to swing from the chandeliers or go through some ritual to have sex. Sometimes you just want your lover to hold you, touch you, without playing any games."

"So you don't want to play games?" Kane used his leg to push hers apart, then slid his knee between her thighs.

"I didn't say that." Sabrina licked her lips and scooted forward to press her sex against his knee. "I want to play games. I just don't want to be locked into a relationship that's nothing but. And the relationships I've had didn't lend themselves to game-playing. So I looked for what I wanted outside of a relationship."

"If you want to play games with me, Sabrina, you'll play by my rules."

She nodded. "I'm prepared for that."

"Are you?" Kane let go of her and sat back. "Then stand up and take those pants off."

Sabrina felt a thrill go through her at Kane's erotic command, and her legs actually trembled as she got to her feet. She didn't intend to show it, though. She wasn't going to give Kane any reason to hold back, and if he thought he was scaring her, he would.

It wasn't fear that made her tremble, though. It was excitement. She worked her jeans over her hips, down her legs, kicked off her shoes, and pulled her feet free. Then she stood up, fully naked, and met Kane's eyes. Which was easy to do, with him sitting down. If he'd been standing, she would have had to tilt her head far back.

The size difference between them didn't bother her. She liked it. Liked feeling fragile and feminine next to him. Liked the size of his hand engulfing the curve of her breast or palming her sex.

"Nice." His blue eyes ate her up. She could feel her nipples tighten and her sex soften at his blatantly sexual regard. "Come here." He patted his lap in invitation.

Sabrina closed the distance between them with a couple
of steps and perched on his thighs. The rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against her bare butt and the backs of her thighs. He felt big and unmistakably male under her. He wrapped one arm around her and pulled her back against his chest. "You didn't finish your cocoa."

"Do you have a hot chocolate fetish I should know about?" Sabrina asked him.

"What, like this?" He dipped a fingertip into his mug, painted her nipple with warm cocoa, then shifted her in his lap. "Straddle me."

"You're the boss." She faced him and hooked her thighs over his. He gripped her waist and lifted her up as he bent his head to draw her cocoa-tipped breast into his mouth. The position made her open and accessible to him, and Sabrina felt heat curl through her belly as his tongue curled around her nipple.

His hands were hard and insistent on her bare waist. She wanted to feel them on her sex. Removing the protective pubic curls had left her most sensitive skin exposed, and it amplified every sensation. In the week since she'd had the waxing done, she'd discovered that even something as simple as walking had become an erotic experience.

What would it feel like to have Kane touching her there in earnest? His fingers had barely brushed her, and she ached to feel them explore her more thoroughly. She wanted to feel his hands and his mouth all over her and that impressive cock of his between her legs. "Kane," she said with a sigh.

He let her nipple slide out of his mouth. "Sabrina."

She caught her breath in anticipation, craving his lips and tongue on her other breast. "Yes?"

"This is your last chance to put your clothes back on and walk away."

She shook her head and leaned forward to kiss him. Her lips met his and clung, then slid free. The taste of him stayed on her mouth, chocolate mingled with the seductive flavor of male. "I don't want to walk away. And you can't honestly tell me you want me to."

"I don't want you to." His hands tightened on her. "I want you to stay. I want to keep on touching you and tasting you, and that's not all I want to do to you, Sabrina."

She felt a quiver go through her and leaned closer, rubbing her bare breasts against the slight scratch of his wool sweater. "Do whatever you want to me, Kane."

"I want a lot." He pushed her back down onto his lap, freeing a hand to touch her mouth. "I want to take you here."

Sabrina could almost taste him, hard and hot in her mouth. She nodded, giving him her wordless permission.

"I want to take you here." He touched the soft skin at the apex of her thighs, and Sabrina ached for him to touch her more directly. She nodded again. He moved his other hand around her back, down to press against the soft, rounded curve of her ass. "And I want to take you here."

She felt her sex clench and her inner muscles tighten in reaction. "You want to do me in the ass?"

"Yes, kitten, I do." He traced a finger down the line that separated the twin cheeks of her butt and stroked lightly over her puckered anus.

Sabrina considered the sensation of his fingertip gliding over that sensitive point. It didn't feel unpleasant. It felt good. Maybe this had possibilities. And frankly, she was curious. "What else would you be doing at that point?"

"What else would I be doing?" Kane pressed against her anus while he spoke, and Sabrina felt herself growing hotter from his words as much as from what his hands were doing. The hand touching her mons slid lower and probed between her legs, cupped her sex, then penetrated her with a finger. "I'd be doing this. Filling you with my fingers. Fucking you with my hand in front while I fuck you behind. Two ways at once."

She shuddered and closed her eyes at the vividly erotic picture he painted. "Wow." She felt her inner walls clamp down on his finger, gripping him tight. "That's hot."

And the closest thing to the two men at once fantasy she'd ever experience in reality. Why hadn't she ever thought of trying that before to spice things up? Oh, yes. She would have had to ask one of the straitlaced executive types she'd dated to do it. Sabrina could just imagine how that would have gone over. Richard would have been horrified. He would have run even faster.

"Not nearly as hot as doing it will be." Kane withdrew his finger, then thrust it back into her again. "Finish your cocoa."

She gave him a disbelieving look. "Like I can swallow anything right now."

"You'd better start practicing." Kane gave her a slow smile full of sensual intent. "I expect you to swallow every last drop of me when I come down your throat."

Sabrina gave an audible gulp.

"It's not too late to run."

"If you keep saying that, I'm going to think you don't want me." Sabrina rocked into his hand, pushing his finger deeper inside her. No way did she intend to let his
misplaced gentlemanly instincts get between them and what they both wanted.

"I want you." Kane worked a second finger into her. "You're so small and tight."

"Think how good that'll feel to your cock," she pointed out, panting.

"As long as it feels good to you, too." Kane frowned at her. "If anything doesn't feel good, if I hurt you in any way, you will tell me to stop immediately."

Sabrina shook her head. "Ever heard the saying 'Hurts so good'? If I like it, I'm not going to tell you to stop."

"Okay, then, anything not a good hurt." The concern in his voice and his expression spoke volumes.

"Kane." Sabrina smiled at him as she moved her hips impatiently, wanting more. "I don't believe for a minute that a lover who has a care for his partner's pleasure and well-being is going to do any unintentional injury. I may be small, but you obviously found me appealing or you wouldn't have made a date with me."

"Appealing is too pale a word." Kane stared into her eyes. "You are nothing like any woman I've wanted before, and exactly what I want to take and conquer and overpower with sex."

She blinked as she took in that statement. It packed an erotic punch to hear that this man wanted to seize her and screw her into submission. "Not seeing a problem here. You're nothing like any man I've been with before and exactly the one I want to capture me."

"My size doesn't bother you?"

Sabrina laughed out loud, then sighed as he caressed her, very expertly, deep inside. "Your size is a turn-on. I bet your
cock is huge. Your hands are big, your fingers are thick, and I love having them on me and in me."

"You are very small." He frowned at her, but she noticed he didn't stop sliding his fingers in and out of her sheath, working her, stretching her, opening her.

"You keep harping on that. Quit before you give me a complex." She nipped at his lower lip, scraping the sensitive flesh with the sharp edge of her teeth. "I can accommodate you, big boy. Try me and see."

"Patience." He kissed her cheek and pulled his fingers out of her. She made a sound of regret. He pulled her mug within reach of her hand. "Drink."

Sabrina picked up her cup and drank, watching him over the rim as she savored the rich flavor of chocolate.

"So you want to be a pirate's captive," he said.

"Yes."

"Know anything about boats? Ever sailed?"

"Some, and frequently. I can do the job if you need an experienced deckhand." Sabrina suppressed a moment's worry that he'd look for another excuse to send her packing. Did she really look so young to him that he felt guilty debauching her, or was he just the overprotective type in general?

She should have worn makeup. She looked older with makeup. But she'd thought it would be impractical for a weekend on the water, so she'd skipped it and come barefaced except for moisturizer.

"A naked deckhand isn't much use to me. I'm seeing you more in the role of cabin girl." Kane drained his mug and set it aside.