Touch Series Page 6

  Michael used the ropes to keep her captive. She arched and struggled, her ass cheeks jiggling and wiggling as he thrust into her again and again. An orgasm swept through her, she cried out at its power and her body clamped down tightly as the heat and friction rolled over her.

  Her channel clenched and opened, bringing his pleasure to a peak. He came, his seed spilling into her in hard pulses that left him gasping. They stayed there, her dangling in mid-air and him behind her, his penis gradually growing flaccid inside her until they could both breathe again.

  Coming down was hard. Her entire body was limp and she had become a little frightened again, frightened that he would drop her, that he wouldn’t respect her. Having been so vulnerable, so wanton in front of him made her feel slightly ashamed and, what was worse, she felt dependent on him in a way she didn’t like very much at all. It made her feel weak and she already knew how far being weak would get her. She collapsed in a heap, her arms and legs tingling as he rubbed them to ensure that she had not lost any of the circulation in those limbs.

  He fetched her water and a small bar of chocolate, feeding it to her to help her blood sugar recover. When she was able to stand he helped her find her clothes and dress.

  Michael was not unaware that she had gone silent and still, he assumed it was due to the difficulty of the scene and the strenuous bondage. He had no idea that she was withdrawing from him so far or why. He had something important on his mind and he couldn’t focus past the question that was burning on his tongue.

  “I want to ask you something. Would you consider moving in with me? Taking this relationship to a new level?”

  Kelly froze and Michael saw it.

  “I know it’s sudden but I think what we have is good, that we could make it work.”

  “It’s against company policy for us to even be dating,” she pointed out.

  He winced. “Well that’s true. Still, you could always transfer to another department or even a different company if it came to that.”

  “You expect me to give up my career, a career I built just to move in with you?”

  “No, of course not. That wasn’t what I meant.” It wasn’t going like he planned. “I just meant if there was an issue due to us being together …”

  “You never suggested that you transfer.” Her chin was jutted out and her jaw clenched.

  “I make at least twice as much as you do. My job is harder to fill so that means it is also harder to find a position, or at least it would be…”

  “So you think I’m expendable? Or do you just think my job is less important than yours because I’m just a lowly peon to you?”

  Michael blinked at her, “I’m sorry?”

  Kelly pressed her cold hands together, “I would like for you to just drop me off please. I need some personal space.”

  Even as the words left her mouth she felt like a bitch. Personal space, she had never asked for it before, that had been one of Greg’s favorite ways to keep her out of his hair. It was one of those things you couldn’t argue with or against and it was unfair for her to use something like that to keep him at bay simply because she was afraid.

  She was afraid though. Losing her independence was something she wasn’t prepared to do. She hadn’t been ready for it with Greg, which was why she had chosen him. She had known that he was a bad guy and that he would never commit, that he had no ambition or real interest in anything besides himself. It made it easy to stay with him despite the wounding he delivered. It had been easier to be hurt than be afraid.

  It had been a hell of a lot easier than giving up the one thing that had allowed her some safety in her life.

  Personal space? Michael sensed that that was a lie but he couldn’t think of a good way to say so without sounding like an asshole. His main concern was that she was dropping, coming down from the adrenaline rush that often accompanied hard scenes like the one they had just shared and that she wouldn’t know how to handle the storm of emotions that could accompany that drop.

  He was also terribly confused as to how he could have fucked up so badly when he asked her to move in with him. He had never asked anyone to do that before and he had thought he had done it fairly well but her refusal and rage made it clear he hadn’t.

  “I don’t think you should be alone.”

  “Don’t tell me what I need!”

  Her anger showed in the way she spoke, her voice never raised but her entire body went rigid and her hands clenched together so hard her knuckles turned a ghostly shade of white.

  What the hell? He didn’t know what to say to that anger and his own hackles rose in response. “Fine,” he said between gritted teeth.

  He halted the car in front of her apartment. He got out and walked around to let her out, she slipped past him and up the stairs before he could hold out a hand to help her. The door clicked open and shut again while he stood there staring at her back.

  I’ll be damned if I’ll chase her again, he thought grimly. Angry now he went back around to the driver’s side, jumped in and pressed the accelerator down to the floor.

  “To hell with her,” he muttered. “I don’t need this kind of craziness in my life.”

  The night fled past the windows as he tried to outrace what he knew was an undeniable truth, what he needed was Kelly. He definitely needed her.

  **

  Tears soaked her pillow as she lay in bed. Princess, sensing weakness, crawled under the covers with her. Kelly wiped her eyes on the sheet and tried to compose her thoughts but she couldn’t seem to make them coalesce.

  Michael was the first man she had ever met who made her want to simply let go, to allow him to lead her but stepping down that path terrified her. What was more she wasn’t sure he wanted that.

  What was worse, she wondered, him just wanting her as a play partner, a sexual toy, or him wanting her for something far more? Could she give him more than that? How much would it hurt if she did give him everything only to lose him later?

  Pain sliced into her chest, she couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. She couldn’t bear the thought of the pain that would come from that.

  It was best to call it all off, she thought miserably. Otherwise she would end up losing a lot more than just her heart.

  Touch Book 4: Forever Bound

  Kelly faced Michael across his desk, after two days of her blatantly avoiding him he had had enough and called her into his office to have a conversation. He had closed the door and the blinds for privacy, not that they really needed it. Everyone else had gone home and the dusky twilight had turned the sky a dark indigo blue that somehow suited his somber mood.

  Her lovely face was set in mutinous lines, her dark brown eyes stormy and if he had not been able to see the fear below her bravado he may have very well told her to simply kiss his ass and have a nice life.

  He could see her fear though; it shone out of her eyes. More importantly, he could understand it. He was scared too but if they were going to have something good, and he was sure they would have something very good once they sorted it all out, but they were going to have to face those fears first.

  Kelly couldn’t look at him. The sight of his face and hard body wreaked havoc on her already aching heart. She wanted to rush into his arms and beg him to understand that she had too much to lose, that she was terrified of being dependent on him even as she craved being able to let go and allow him to support her.

  Being without him was miserable. She couldn’t sleep and last night she had sat at her kitchen table eating a gastrointestinal disaster made up of chocolate ice cream, whipped cream, frozen blueberries (they were the only fruit she’d had on hand), caramel sauce and a big glob of peanut butter topped off with a couple of stale sandwich cookies. She had woken up with a bellyache, an even worse headache, but even that had not helped take her mind off the aches in her heart and lower belly.

  She craved his touch. Needed it like air. She focused her gaze over his broad shoulder, trying not to see the tiny curl of black
hair at the slightly open neck of his crisp white shirt, or the curve where his neck met his shoulder, that tiny little hollow where his cologne always smelled the strongest and his sweat would gather while he fucked her.

  Just the idea of it made her thoughts gather and before she could stop them a series of images of the two of them together rose into her mind. Her face flamed and she shoved those thoughts down, hoping he hadn’t noticed the direction of her gaze.

  It wasn’t just sex though- it was his habit of opening her doors and the way his hand felt on the small of her back when he guided her into a room. It was the way his fingers felt on her arm and the kindness that he constantly showed her. She knew, deep down where it counted the most, that Michael was a good guy.

  She felt anguish twisting her belly into a knot. They were two messed up people, just as he had said, and they had somehow made it out of that. But what if she hadn’t really left that past behind? What if she turned out to be her parent’s daughter after all?

  Michael said, “Tell me what you’re thinking right now.”

  “I’m thinking how my parents would do anything for each other, even lie or steal or …they didn’t care about anything else. They consumed each other and all that was left was just…ashes and…what if that is how we turn out?”

  “We aren’t our parents.”

  Until that moment he hadn’t realized how much he had feared turning out like his father. He was a little astonished by that, he had never consciously allowed himself to question whether or not he was a good man but standing there looking at her he knew exactly what he wasn’t—a philandering womanizer who used the past as an excuse to do whatever he wanted even if hurt the ones he was supposed to love and care for.

  The words that had come from his mouth had come from his heart as well. He had never been an impulsive person and asking Kelly to move in with him had been something that had scared him too, he had not been ready to find the woman of his dreams so soon but he had, and he was not going to let her past or his screw up their future.

  “I worked too hard for this job to just give it up.”

  He knew it was more than that, she was afraid to leave the company or even the department. Kelly needed some safety and the job she had was just one more part of that need. She had not yet healed from her childhood and she hadn’t completely healed from her bad relationship with her ex but he knew she could, given time and love.

  “I understand that. We will work that out, even if it means I have to transfer to another department so we aren’t going against the company’s policies.”

  Tears spilled over her lashes. Nobody had ever been willing to sacrifice anything for her sake. His willingness sparked thoughts she had never had before. Why was that particular job so important to her? She had been in the same department since the day she had been employed there. Could her need for stability be standing in the way of her growth? What could she achieve of she left this small little comfort zone?

  She had been asked several times if she would like a transfer in order to learn more about the company’s other departments and she had always said no. Had she mistaken stagnation for stability? Had she forsaken growth for contentment?

  She took a long breath. “If I agree to date you openly, to move in with you, I think I should be the one to transfer. This department needs you. And so do I.” her voice choked off and she went into his arms, resting her head on his broad chest, taking comfort on his muscular warmth.

  Michael forgot to breathe. Her arms wrapped around his waist and he put his own around her, hugging her back. The declaration had been the one he had hoped for but it had still taken him by surprise.

  “I won’t ever be a doormat or do things for you that go against everything I believe in.”

  “I would never ask you to be a doormat or go against your beliefs. I don’t want a doormat. I want a strong, powerful woman. I want someone who can stand on her feet but who wants to be on her knees for me.”

  His fingers brushed her cheeks, sending electric tingles into her spine. She turned her head so that she could kiss his fingertips. “You think I’m a strong and powerful woman?”

  “I know you are.” He raised her face to his and looked piercingly into her eyes, “Do you know you are?”

  “I like to think so.” She stepped back, an impish smile on her face. “But I do like the idea of being on my knees.”

  Michael watched as she took a few steps backward, her hands going to the doorknob. He heard the distinctive click of the lock shooting home and a huge grin turned his lips upward in that reckless smile she loved so much.

  She began stripping off her clothes—plain white blouse, black pencil skirt and sheer stockings, black lace bra and matching boy short cut panties—as she walked toward him. With each inch of skin that she revealed he grew harder until his prick was straining at the front of his briefs.

  Kelly hummed a little tune as she danced up to him, her arms waving over her head and her hips swaying in time to the music in her head. She snapped her fingers and bumped a hip into his pelvis, jolting him a bit and turning him on even more.

  “You are going to be in so much trouble,” he rasped out as her fingers undid the knot on his tie and tossed the length of silk to the floor.

  “I want to get into trouble,” she breathed into his ear then bit it.

  The tiny nip sent shivers rocketing down his spine. Kelly, unused to taking the role of aggressor, was at a loss as to what to do next so she kept up her teasing. She stepped back, running her fingers over nipples, tweaking and plucking at them until they rose up pebble- hard below her own touch.

  Michael’s eyes were riveted to her slender fingers as they traveled down the long expanse of her waist and drifted across the thick curls that covered her pubis. When she parted her lips and rubbed a slow circle around her clit his cock gave a heavy twitch that turned into a pulse as she slid that finger into her mouth and sucked her own juices off of it.

  She reached inside his slacks, wrapping her hand around him. He was ready and full, a thin line of pre-come already trickling from the dark eye on the head of his cock.

  Dropping to her knees she stared up at him while her fingers loosened his zipper and she pulled his slacks down. Her tongue swiped across his head, enjoying the salty taste of his fluid. She took him into her mouth, lowering her head slowly as her hand squeezed his shaft and she adjusted to his girth and length.

  Michael watched her suck him off. He turned her head to one side, holding her hair in one fist, his body tingling at the sight of his organ appearing and vanishing within her mouth. There was something so incredibly sexy about that sight: her auburn hair against his skin, her red lips closed around him, the inward suck of her cheeks that he wanted to come right then and there.

  Kelly sensed his orgasm approaching and she worked harder, faster. She pumped her fist up and down as her mouth and tongue worked. Sensations exploded into him and her pussy began to ache with desire, she wanted to feel him inside her so badly but, more, she wanted to please him in a way he normally didn’t allow himself.

  He was the least selfish lover she had ever known and she was determined to make him understand just how much she appreciated that. Her tongue swirled across the heavy vein beating along his cock’s belly.

  Michael couldn’t wait any longer. His hips thrust and bucked and his fingers gripped her hair tighter. Low growls broke from his throat and his balls rose and tightened as his orgasm started.

  Thick white come splashed out of him. She had been in mid-stroke and droplets of it splattered her chin and dripped onto her breasts. More of it went into her mouth and she swallowed it greedily, her hands tickling that sensitive flesh behind his balls while aftershocks buckled his knees and made him moan in sated pleasure.

  “Oh shit,” Michael whispered, his heartbeat slowly returning to normal. “That was amazing.”

  She looked up at him with glowing eyes. “Why, thank you.” She milked a few last drops from his cock, it began t
o grow flaccid and shrink between her lips and she finally pulled away, sitting back on her heels to look up at him.

  “I love you.”

  The words had left her mouth before she could think. As soon as they hit the air between them she covered her mouth with her hand as though to silence them. Michael’s heart stuttered to a near-stop. He bent over and helped her off of her knees and held her close.

  Kelly relaxed into his embrace, welcomed it and she felt the slow sure splendor that surrender spiraling up inside of her. Not defeat, not dependency but an immediate and mindful surrender.

  It was the purest sensation she had ever known.

  Michael whispered into her ear, “There’s a party tonight. I want you to go with me, if you will I have something very special planned for you but first I need to hear you say you want to be mine.”

  She looked him in the eyes and said, “I am yours.”

  **

  Lolita saw them walking into the party a few hours later. Jealousy struck Lolita squarely in the chest and anger followed. She wasn’t about to lose Michael to Kelly, not if she could help it. Michael was on the rise and everyone knew it would not be long before he left the company behind to start his own. That he would be wildly successful was a sure bet and if there was anything Lolita could appreciate it was people who were going places.

  She had been born into money she had never had any idea of what it took to make it. She had been spoiled her entire life until the past year when her father died and she found out that the family fortune was a carefully built lie whose time had passed. All she had left was a mountain of debts and a true horror of being poor.

  She had decided to use the only assets she had left, her face and body, and snag a man who would take care of her like her own father had. However, most of the men who had money had already been married and while they didn’t mind a mistress she was a little too expensive for most of them.