"Whatever I want," he responded. He didn"t have to go far. When he reached the big island in the middle of his kitchen he pushed everything out of his way before he laid Maggie out on the marble slab like an offering to a G.o.d. Her b.u.t.t hit the cool surface and she made a gasp that made his heart beat faster. He wanted a lot more noise like that.
"It"s too cold," she frowned.
"Not for long, Miss Maggie." He reached for the bottom of his shirt she wore and slid it under her back until it cleared her shoulders. Instead of removing it he chose to use it to bind her arms together over her head.
"Tucker, what about the coffee? I need caffeine." Her question came out on short pants.
"This is what you get when you decide to tease the big bad Dom," he replied. He ignored the scowl on her face, tracing his hands down her arms, over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to the now slick spot between her legs.
"Open them for me."
Lucky for her she didn"t pretend to not know what he meant. A second later she spread her legs and her p.u.s.s.y flowered opened before his eyes. On a low growl he grabbed her knees and slid them further apart. He couldn"t resist the view of her slightly swollen c.l.i.t protruding from its hood or the soft puffy lips of her c.u.n.t reminding him how well he"d used her the previous night.
"I"m definitely hungry for breakfast, but I"ve changed my mind on the menu." He licked his lips.
Her small whimper met his ears, making him glance up. No distress. He saw only desire on her face.
"Any problem with that?"
"No, Master. I"m all yours," her tone as serious as his intentions.
Maggie"s heart beat so hard she was surprised it didn"t echo through the room. Tucker"s eyes had darkened moments before he bent to her core. She held her breath as his mouth hovered mere inches above her s.e.x making her clench with greedy need. She"d learned enough about him to know he"d make her wait until he was good and ready before he f.u.c.ked her. There"d likely be some torture involved first.
"Now be a good girl, keep your arms above your head and be still." Tucker lapped at her slit from top to bottom and she nearly shot off the counter. Every nerve ending ignited and fired. He delved deeper, forcing her to clench her fists to keep from grabbing him. He was too d.a.m.n good at this.
"You taste amazing. Much better than the cinnamon roll I was planning on." Every deep rumble of his voice vibrated through her abdomen and straight to her c.l.i.t.
"Wait." She half-heartedly struggled. "You have cinnamon rolls?"
A sharp smack landed on her thigh. "Naughty submissives don"t get treats. They get f.u.c.ked harder."
The stinging imprint of his hand mingled with his words, making her moan. She"d give up cinnamon rolls for the rest of her life for this. Maybe.
His hands grabbed her knees and pinned her legs open while his mouth worked over her p.u.s.s.y. Maggie sighed, smothering the twinge of embarra.s.sment over how wet he"d made her. How was this possible? She had no hope of ever resisting this man. One look-one touch-one word-and she was ready to do anything he wanted.
The beginnings of a violent storm gathered in her center, pulling her taut as she grappled with her complete loss of control.
"You"re going to make me come," she warned.
He lifted his head, cutting off the direct touch she ached for. "And I"m going to swallow every drop and then make you do it all over again."
His erotic threat pushed the tension inside her to the breaking point. His wicked tongue circled the swelling flesh of her c.l.i.t, bringing her dangerously close to the edge. She only needed a little more. Maggie arched her hips and tried to get him to just the right spot...
To her dismay he lifted away from her. "I have half a mind to flip you over and spank your a.s.s red." He frowned and glanced around the room. "Don"t move." Before she responded he crossed the room and disappeared around the corner.
Without his hands gripping her legs or his mouth on her body, some of the heat they"d generated began to cool. A shiver worked up her spine. Her mind wandered to all the things that had happened in her life to lead her here. She"d made so many mistakes and wasted so much time. The last thing she"d expected to find when she"d gone into hiding was someone like Tucker. She"d tried to build defenses to keep from getting into any more trouble and he"d shown up in her life with a wrecking ball, ready to knock down any barrier that might keep him out. She didn"t quite understand why.
"That"s some crazy hard thinking you must be doing."
Maggie gasped. She"d gotten so lost in her thoughts she"d failed to hear his return.
"What"s going on up there?" Tucker tapped her forehead after he stepped between her thighs.
"Nothing important." She shrugged off the lingering thoughts and looked down her body to see he"d gone to retrieve a condom. Her s.e.x clenched at the sight.
"Unacceptable, little one," he grabbed her hips and pulled until her b.u.t.t hovered over the edge. Then he lifted her legs and placed her heels over his shoulder. "That was a little bit deeper than not important. His fingers slid slowly through her l.a.b.i.a before he started an easy, torturous circling around her c.l.i.t. Heat blasted from her head to her toes as the cooling arousal enflamed every last nerve ending it touched.
"Ahhh," she moaned. How did he do this? The man had a magic touch or something.
"Now tell me what you were really thinking. Otherwise, I"ll keep this up for a very long time."
"So not fair," she gasped.
"Definitely not," he agreed. "But neither is shutting me out. We have to communicate. Open up."
He didn"t make it easy to concentrate on his words. Sensation layered upon sensation until her head threatened to explode all while his fingers worked her over without letting up. She wanted to come so badly and he purposely stroked her closer and closer without giving her the last little bit she needed to get there.
Frustrated as all get out she blurted out what he wanted to hear. "I was thinking about how I was supposed to stay out of trouble when I came home and I"m not. Things are as out of control as they were before."
His fingers froze. "You think you"re in trouble."
Maggie didn"t know whether to cry in frustration or scream at him for stopping. Fortunately she had enough sanity left to know the Dom in Tucker probably wouldn"t reward her for screaming at him. "Not trouble like "I"m going to get arrested or fired from my job" trouble. More like entangled trouble."
Tucker"s brows lifted and she swore he started to smile before his eyes narrowed and he returned his full attention to the sweet spot between her legs. "It doesn"t have to be trouble you know."
For a brief second his fingers grazed the top of her c.l.i.t, giving her enough of a jolt to make goose b.u.mps rise on her skin. "You"re driving me-" she bit her lip to keep from begging.
"What? Don"t stop. Say what you need to."
"Are all Doms this chatty during s.e.x? I swear I must have missed that part in my research."
A sharp spear of pain struck Maggie as Tucker pinched her c.l.i.t between two fingers. "I can definitely drag this out if I need to."
Unable to catch her breath right away, she simply clamped her lips shut and worked to stay her sarcasm. Sitting on the edge like this was much harder than she"d ever dreamed.
Tucker leaned forward and prodded her s.e.x with the tip of his erection. Excitement flared inside her. Oh G.o.d. She was so close to getting what she wanted.
He dipped his head lower and gently kissed her. "Right here, right now you"re mine." As his tongue pressed deep inside her mouth so did his c.o.c.k into her p.u.s.s.y. He seemed to be in no hurry as he inched his way forward. Within seconds, her legs were shaking and her heart beat frantically. His hands stroked her hips and sides, creating another layer of friction to drive her insane.
"You"re so beautiful," he whispered against her lips.
Maggie moaned and reached for him, wanting to crawl inside him. But she found her arms and hands still tangled in his shirt, trapped. He didn"t give her much time to worry about whether to move. His mouth worked down her throat and chest until he captured a nipple between his teeth. But it was the suction he applied that left her writhing underneath him. He pulled on the tip at the same time he finally bottomed out inside her.
Her arousal made it easy for her to accommodate his size, but nothing relieved the ache to move. She was so full. Everything ached. If he didn"t move soon she"d literally go out of her mind. There was only one way to fix this.
"Please, Master. f.u.c.k me," She pleaded.
A dangerous growl rumbled in his chest. The rumbling sound seeped through to her bones, warming her from the inside out.
"Pushy little sub."
There wasn"t a lot of heat to his words but her stomach still tumbled at being called a sub. Tucker liked to use a lot of pet names, all of which worked to make her feel special.
Please," she begged, while struggling to move her hips underneath the weight of his body.
"Mmm. I do love the sound of begging. You may soon learn that you should be careful what you wish for."
Seconds later he withdrew to the tip and then slammed home, her body jerked by the force. A shock of sensation speared through her. Both pain and pleasure took her breath away. Without giving her a moment to recover, Tucker repeated the harsh move. The sudden change of pace left Maggie unable to move or react. It became immediately apparent that her job was to take what her Dom offered as he hammered into her over and over again. Each stroke brushed her over-sensitized c.l.i.t without getting close to the friction she needed to come. He really was planning to drive her mad.
She nearly cried in relief when he changed his angle and f.u.c.ked over a second nerve-rich spot inside her. Her resulting cry exploded across the room.
"Oh h.e.l.l, little one. Your muscles are squeezing me, tempting me to give in. Is that what you"re hoping for?"
h.e.l.l yes! She wanted to answer him but her brain wouldn"t work her mouth other than for long, loud wails that she couldn"t believe came from her. How was she supposed to think at all with him pounding her into the kitchen counter? Every hard stroke pushed her so d.a.m.ned close to the edge she had to fight to hold on.
"What are you waiting for, Miss Maggie? Your little c.u.n.t is begging for the o.r.g.a.s.m. You keep denying it. Let go. Come."
Maggie screamed. His words had the same affect over her as a cannonball smashing into a building. Pieces of her went flying in every direction. Her muscles convulsed uncontrollably and she swore her toes literally curled. "Tucker," she moaned.
For a moment, time froze after his last thrust inside her. In a surreal almost out of body experience, she listened to her name fall repeatedly from his lips. Sweat glistened across the taut muscles of his arms and she imagined all of his muscles working equally hard. What would it feel like if he didn"t wear a condom when he came? Her stomach clenched.
Maggie winced at her own thoughts. Just because Tucker enjoyed displaying a fair amount of possessiveness during s.e.x, didn"t mean either one of them were ready for anything too serious. Reading anything more into it than what she could physically see would not be smart. She"d done enough not smart things lately.
"Now that"s what I call a breakfast of champions." Tucker withdrew from her body and began to clean up.
Maggie rolled her eyes. "That"s the best line you could think of?"
His head swiveled sharply in her direction and for a second the look in his eyes pinned her in place. She wasn"t sure what he would do next. She had a sudden vision of the big bad wolf in her mind, then a smile broke out across his face and she heaved a sigh of relief.
"Such a smarty pants you are." He returned to between her legs with a warm cloth he"d retrieved from the sink and proceeded to clean her.
With the excitement of s.e.x cooling off, the weight of embarra.s.sment pressed down on her. She was still sprawled out across his kitchen counter with every inch of her body exposed and vulnerable. She struggled to sit.
"Not yet." He pressed a hand to her torso and pinned her back in place. "I"ll let you know when it"s time to move. For now let me finish taking care of you."
"But-"
His eyebrows rose again, "You enjoy arguing don"t you? Sure you ended up in the right profession?"
Maggie forced herself to lie back and relax and think of anything other than the gorgeous hunk of man between her legs studying her more intently than her gynecologist did.
"Obviously not," she admitted. "I never really loved teaching as much as I loved my research and until the University asked me to leave, I a.s.sumed I"d found my calling."
"That"s a mighty powerful "but" hanging in the air. How do you feel now?" He discarded the cloth and began a slow and easy ma.s.sage of her thighs.
"Things are quite a mess. I had to go into hiding to escape the wrath of a few obsessed reporters, I doubt any University would take me on after the scandal, which isn"t nearly as bad as I thought it would be." She took a deep breath. "I thought I"d miss everything being a professor entails..."
"But you don"t."
There was a lot of sadness with that realization. "My entire adult life up to this point has revolved around the University in one way or another. I used to enjoy the rules and rigidity of being a student, then a teacher and then even married to a fellow professor."
His magic fingers continued its path along her entire body until he reached her arms and hands. First, he freed her from the entangled fabric of his shirt, then he returned to the delicious ma.s.sage that had her muscles melting into the table.
"The submissive in you loved all those rules."
Her body went rigid at the implication of his words. "Relax. No one is judging you. It"s not uncommon for many submissives to find themselves in jobs where rules and protocols dictate much of their lives. It"s nothing to be ashamed of."
Maggie wasn"t sure about his a.n.a.lysis. Where were the facts and figures to support it?
"C"mon. You"re about to undo all the hard work I just did." He scooped her from the island and headed toward the door.
"Wait. What are you-?" He bent at the knees to grab the door handle. "No, I don"t want to go outside. Without my clothes I"ll freeze to death!" she cried.
Tucker shook his head. "Ye of little faith." Despite her protests, he pushed open the gla.s.s door that led to the back deck and stepped out of warm safety of the house.
Maggie grit her teeth against the impending cold, waiting for the blast to take her breath away. The sudden change in temperature she expected never came. Instead of an outdoor deck like she"d a.s.sumed, she now realized the entire area was enclosed by gla.s.s and judging by the lack of freezing temperatures, climate controlled.
"You could have told me you had a sunroom where I wouldn"t freeze my a.s.s off," she huffed.
"Where would the fun be in that? Watching you panic and squirm was way more fun."
Maggie frowned at him. "Oohh... At the risk of sounding like a broken record, you really are mean."
Without breaking stride, or putting her down, Tucker stepped down the stairs into a steamy hidden hot tub. He sank down into the heated water taking her with him.
"Holy-" she gasped. The hot water temporarily scorched her skin. Not enough to make her want out, but enough to take her breath away until her body adjusted to the sudden increase in temperature.
"Your skin is already pinking up," he observed, touching her arm gently. "Is it too hot for you? I tend keep it extremely hot. It"s my preference. He placed her down on to one of the built in curved seats and turned and stepped out of the tub.
Faced with his retreating back, she blurted, "Don"t leave me."
He paused, turning back to her. "I"m definitely not leaving. Just grabbing some necessary supplies. Lie back and relax, let the heat do its magic. You need to recover for later." He winked and headed back into the house.
His naked backside walking away was a treat to behold. He had a b.u.t.t sculpted to perfection on top of long tan legs with a healthy sprinkling of dark brown hair. Her stomach fluttered. She loved the way the hair on his arms and legs felt when he slid over her skin. Soft and rough at the same time. Maggie sighed when he disappeared out of sight, sinking back into the comfy seat.
Despite what he said, she was definitely in trouble here. She laid her head back on the tiled edge and looked up at the impossibly blue Carolina sky. It would be too d.a.m.ned easy to get used to this. She didn"t really understand much about Tucker"s life anymore than she did her own.
She had a feeling he was far more than a patron at Purgatory and wouldn"t be surprised to learn he was more involved with the club than he"d let on. That new thought unsettled her. Given time it was certainly possible she"d want to go back, but not for a while. She"d need more time to be ready. That would likely put a pretty big crimp in his style. Although she"d heard more than one comment about how long it had been since he"d been there. Maggie made a mental note to ask him about that.
"Falling asleep in there?" Tucker"s deep voice permeated the fog of Maggie"s brain.
"I"m thinking about it."
She heard Tucker enter the hot tub and take a seat next to hers. "You might want to wait until you"ve had one of these first."
She took a deep breath, ready to tell him whatever it was it could wait when the scent of cinnamon and sugar drifted through her brain. "Oh. My. G.o.d. Is that..." She cracked an eye open to find a plate of cinnamon rolls shoved under nose. "It is."
She sat up and grabbed one, stuffing it in her mouth in two seconds flat.