Saved by a Dangerous Man (9 page)

I leaned forward, curious to see just how large the mahogany dining room table was, and counted twelve chairs. Perfect red roses sprang from three matching crystal vases, evenly spaced.
 

“Do you have one of those toilets that washes and dries your crack?”

Corbin’s lips twitched. “Another great idea.” He set down my bag. “The bedroom is to your right.”

I opened my mouth to ask him why he was telling me that, and he wrapped his arms around me and swept his tongue into my mouth. I instantly melted into a pile of warm contentment.
 

Corbin, Corbin, Corbin.
Even his name, which I’d once thought foreign and dangerous, was enough to turn me on.
 

He pushed me up against the wall, his legs thrust between mine, opening me. My feet came off the floor. He tugged at my shirt and impatiently pulled it off. He rocked his hips forward and a pleasantly solid bulge pressed between my legs.
 

Moaning, I met his advance, rubbing my pussy against him. I could feel that my panties were damp, no, soaked… so wet that I was probably ruining my jeans.
 

With my back flat against the wall, he couldn’t remove my bra the rest of the way. He yanked down the cups, exposing my hardened nipples. He covered one in his large hand and stroked it between his thumb and forefinger. My excited nipple tightened even more for him.
 

He dipped his head to take it into his mouth, and I gasped. My fingers grabbed for something to hold onto, but there was nothing… except Corbin. He was keeping me pinned against the wall. If he stepped away, I would fall.

But I knew I was safe.

“It’s only been a few days,” I said chidingly as I ran my hands over his thin black sweater. Cashmere, I guessed. But hard as stone underneath. “Guess you missed me.”

He grunted and caught my nipple between his teeth.
 

I smiled. It was so on. He moved his head, stretching my nipple while his tongue teased the tip. Intense little shocks zapped right down between my legs. His lips opened with a wet pop, releasing my nipple, and my entire body shuddered. He had no trouble holding me steady, and when he got tired of my making his life difficult, he caught both my wrists in his large hand and pinned my arms over my head.

“Looks like someone needs her weekly spanking,” he said. “Or should we start with your daily oral sex?”

I felt myself grow hot. It was cool in the apartment, but I could have still been in Florida because I felt perspiration adding to the wetness between my legs. “I need a shower,” I said.
 

“You need what I say you need,” Corbin corrected firmly. “And I’ve now decided you need a spanking. You remember where I said the bedroom is?” His face was mere inches from mine, and he stared into my eyes with such intensity that I found myself wondering how the hell
this
man could possibly want
me
?

“Your eyes are amazing,” I blurted.

“I asked you a question,” he said, ignoring the compliment and making me feel like a schoolgirl with a crush. For retaliation, I leaned forward and tried to bite him, but he easily leaned out of my reach. “You want to take me on?” he asked.

I tossed my head. “Scared?”

“Terrified.” His voice was all deep and growly. He lowered me so that my feet touched the floor. Then he kept pushing me down. I thought he wanted me to suck him, and I grabbed at his pants, but he pushed my hands away. “No. You’ll get your reward later. Get on your back.”

Only a man would consider sucking his cock to be some kind of treat. When I stared at him defiantly, he grabbed my shoulders and pressed me backward onto the cool, clean white floor. I was halfway between the kitchen and the hallway. We’d made it exactly three steps into the apartment before starting this. I giggled. Corbin glowered.

“Pull down your pants.”

“No.”

Corbin slapped at my hip. I could barely feel it through my jeans, so I ignored him. I should have known better.

My pussy throbbed as Corbin grabbed my legs and pulled them straight. I wanted to turn over, to crawl away, to make him
really
work for it, but after thirty hours with Henry, I was so grateful that Corbin existed, that he wanted me, part of me was ready to kneel on the floor with my legs spread and mouth receptive like a good little sub.

I wondered if Corbin would have liked that. I wondered if he got off on me pushing him all the time, or if he wished, deep down, that I’d just be an obedient little sex toy for him to play with and pleasure.

He unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them down to my knees.
 

“You’re not going to get very far like that,” I said.

He smiled and stood. “Looks to me like you’re the one who won’t get very far. You have to the count of ten to get to the bed. If you make it, I’ll lick your pussy like a generous boyfriend who wants to continue to teach you the joys of receiving cunnilingus, then I’ll fuck you like your dominant.”

I shivered, and I wasn’t sure if it was
boyfriend
or
your dominant
that excited me.

He reached over and pulled my bra off, and my breasts swung free. “One.” He took a few steps back and leaned against a wall to watch.

I turned and tried to crawl. With my jeans down, it was pretty much impossible. I awkwardly pulled myself up to standing and fumbled with them.

“Two,” Corbin said. He sauntered to me, lowered my jeans again with a rough pull, brought his hand back and smacked my ass so hard that I gasped. Then he forced me back to the floor. “Three.”

My ass stung. Now I was motivated. The bedroom couldn’t possibly be that far away, could it?

“Four.”

I reached the other end of the kitchen and went right.

“Five.” Corbin was walking along with me.
 

I pushed open the first door. A bathroom, the walls made of smooth stones and marbled tile. Pedestal sink. Nice, clean, modern. I’d admire it later. The hallway continued beyond. I looked over my shoulder and saw that Corbin had pulled his cock out of his jeans. I stared at it hungrily. He was large and thick, but most importantly, he knew how to wield it. He could fuck me so gently that it felt like a massage, or he could use it like a brutal tool, making me scream like a rutting animal.

He pulled off his shirt and knelt. I stared at him, powerless, wondering what he was up to. “Six,” he said.

I squealed and began crawling again. Corbin kept up with me. “Seven,” he said, and pressed two fingers deep in my pussy.

The penetration was so unexpected that I went soft underneath him, my shoulders going to the floor, my ass high in the air. I looked back, saw that he had a chokehold on his erection, and I stopped caring about his punishment. I just wanted him to keep finger-fucking me.
 

“Eight,” he said. “You’re supposed to be crawling.”

I whimpered. The slapping of his fingers hammering my pussy and his ragged breathing mixed together to make our own dirty soundtrack. I raised my hips and arched my back.

“Nine,” he whispered. I lifted my eyes to his and found him staring at me, his face filled with lust… and a strangely tender cruelty.
 

“Please fuck me,” I mewled, my voice no louder than a whisper.

“Ten.” He pressed his fingers in deep and rocked his hand a little. My channel squeezed around him, and a fluttering swirled into a tornado, ripping through me.

I moaned as my hips bucked, then I sagged onto my forearms.

He stood, leaving me empty. “You failed,” he said.

“The professor was too distracting for me to pay attention.”

“Doesn’t matter. You must be punished. To the bedroom.”

I sighed and took stock of my trembling limbs. I pulled myself to my hands and knees and resumed the halting shuffling crawl. With my legs hampered, my ass was wiggling back and forth.
 

Corbin’s palm cupped one of my cheeks. “Not fast enough.” His hand moved away, then he squeezed my neck, holding my head straight.

Something big and flat connected with my rear, and I yelped, more in surprise than pain. I couldn’t turn around and see what it was. Maybe wood? A wooden paddle? Heaven save me.

It slammed against my other ass cheek, harder this time. Experience had taught me that the spanking would only get more intense, and I moved as fast as possible, quickly getting winded. “Better,” Corbin said, staying with me. He released my neck and opened a door, revealing an expanse of off-white carpet. “Get onto the bed.” He was slightly breathless, and I knew without looking that he’d be harder than ever.

He helped me up via smacks dealt generously to my butt, and by the time I heaved myself on top of the sheets, I was achingly sore.

Corbin tossed the paddle aside and ripped my jeans away. Then he pulled off the stretchy fabric of my panties and flipped me onto my back. He stared at my pussy.
 

I covered myself with my hands. “Please let me shower first,” I pleaded.
 

“Did you have one today?”

“Technically. After midnight, I mean. But—”
 

He grabbed under the backs of my thighs and brusquely pulled me toward him. He was already leaning forward, and his mouth fit over my pussy like I was made for him. “Mm,” he murmured as he inhaled deeply.

I put a hand over my face. Christ. It figured. He was one of
those
guys, the kind who appreciated a woman’s natural smell. Well, I was a woman who liked to shower a lot. I wasn’t ashamed of my body, but I wasn’t quite comfortable with Corbin’s face between my legs after a long day.

Corbin, though, didn’t care how I felt about it. He’d given me a safe word and promised that he’d never punish me for using it. That was my only way out; there were no in-betweens.
 

He swept his tongue between my folds, nibbling on my warm, plumped sex. I wiggled, tried to turn over, but his strong grip around my legs established that I wasn’t getting away until he finished.

Frankly, I hated oral sex. Or at least I had until Corbin. I knew that in a few seconds he could have me floating in the stars. I also knew that he was taking his time sending me there. He wanted to prolong my intellectual discomfort.

Maybe I hadn’t known him for very long, but some things had been clear since our first night together.

He pressed on my inner thighs, opening me more to him. Then he sat up and looked at me. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Maybe.” I let my knees drift together, but Corbin spread them again. He looked down.

“Gorgeous pussy. When we get more time together, I’ll have to put you somewhere naked for a few hours so that I can get my fill.” He caressed one of my breasts, then dipped his head between my legs.

This time he went straight for my clit. When he licked me, it was amazing. Better than a vibrator during a power surge. All wet and just the right amount of pressure and speed. He pressed two fingers into me, and I was lost.

After I came, he continued to lick and suck me. I writhed under him, twisting, trying to get away. I pushed at him, but he was larger and stronger.

“Stop,” I squealed, my hands fisted in his hair. What he did was like being tickled… but a thousand times worse. “Please!”

He growled and continued, and suddenly the feeling went from unbearably horrible to… amazing. Aching, burning, painful pleasure came out of nowhere, slamming into me like a hurricane. My hips bucked as I struggled against these strange, hyper-acute and very new sensations.
 

I felt it everywhere: my throat, the tops of my feet, the backs of my knees, the curves of my calves. Even my nose and cheeks buzzed with this strange pleasure. My wheezing gasps filled the room.

This time, when I finished orgasming, Corbin let me be. “Very good,” he said as he sat up and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. Those amazing blue-green eyes were hooded, and his dark hair had gotten mussed.

He inhaled, and I couldn’t help but appreciate how his broad chest expanded, rising.
 

“You’re kinda talented at that licking thing,” I said.

One of his eyebrows hiked up. “Thanks.” He leaned over me, and I had to arch and stretch to see his face. “As you know, I’ve been tested,” he said.

“So how long will you be on antibiotics?” I asked.

He straightened, and the corners of his mouth turned down. “The paddle can easily return for an encore.” He reached over me again, bringing his cock temptingly close to my mouth. When he sat back, he had a condom in his hand. He quickly sheathed himself. “I want you to know that I take this seriously.”

“I wasn’t worried.”

“Did you make an appointment yet?”

“Is this about that cream pie thing again?” I tried to look neutral, but in fact I was nervous. I’d never had a real boyfriend. Even though I’d had a semi-regular booty call for a little bit, neither of us had ever considered going without protection.

“Partially,” he said. His eyes gleamed.

I could guess what had just crossed his mind. “And what’s the other part?”

“Intimacy.” The gleam intensified. “I can’t wait to have you tied, stretched out, your pussy dripping with my come,” he said. “Whenever I get the desire, there you’ll be, tied up and helpless and submissive to my urges.”

“So you manly urge all over me and then what?” Why oh why did his dirty talk make me so hot? I’d just come several times—one of them some kind of intense, mutant orgasm that he’d forced on me, and two seconds after hearing about Corbin’s kinky plans, I was ready for more. “And what about my mouth?”

“It’s every man’s fantasy. You mean, would I fuck your mouth?” His eyes got a dreamy look. “Oh, yeah. But I’d come in your pussy. On your pussy.” He slid a possessive hand under my ass. “Something about you makes me want to mark you. Claim you. Pump you so full of come that other men instinctively know you’re taken.”

My pulse tripled, stopped, then quadrupled. I reached up and gently raked my nails down the front of his solid chest. I’d never had a man before with muscles like these. I’d never even realized how much really strong men turned me on. In high school I’d dated skinny guys. Maybe I’d thought they were smarter or something.