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  Chapter Eight

  Rissa cried out in pleasure as he pulled her close. His body was so warm and hard, and she pressed further against him, wanting to feel his erection. He clamped a strong hand on each side of her head and smashed his lips against hers, forcing yet more moans from her.

  She parted her lips to let his tongue inside, and if he hadn’t been holding onto her, she’d have simply slipped to the floor. It felt so damn incredible to be held in someone’s arms again, but she’d never been kissed like this. No wonder he has scores of women falling at his feet.

  Rissa pushed away those thoughts. This wasn’t the time for that. She wanted to lose herself in the moment and enjoy this sexy, charismatic man. She’d made the decision to have sex with him so easily, but it didn’t feel wrong. In fact, it felt more right than anything had in a long time.

  He released her mouth and held her face, his eyes filled with desperation that tore at her heart. “Is this real? Are we going to do this?”

  “I sure hope so because now you have me all hot and bothered.”

  He let out a shaky breath, glanced around, and then picked her up as if she weighed nothing.

  Rissa shivered at the gesture. Harry had never even tried to lift her. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I’m not a lightweight. You’re going to hurt yourself.”

  He frowned, and a hot sliver of fear shot through her. She’d pissed him off already. Nice job, Rissa.

  Barclay placed her back on her feet and cupped her face, gentler this time. “You have a beautiful body, Rissa. It’s lush and soft. I can’t wait to see it.”

  “‘Lush’ is a polite word for ‘fat’.”

  “Please don’t do that. Please don’t demean yourself that way. I happen to think you’re a beautiful woman. I always have. I can hardly believe you’re here with me, and that you want to make love to me.”

  Rissa’s breath caught in her throat as she tried to speak, and the tears spilled over her lids this time before she could stop them. As they trickled down her cheeks, he reached over with his thumbs and brushed them away, his expression turning tender.

  “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

  “I’m not crying because of what you said. I mean, I am, but not for the reasons you think I am.”

  “Then why are you crying?”

  She took a deep breath, trying to form her thoughts. It was difficult with him this close.

  “I’m lonely. It’s been so long. And now here we are, and it’s overwhelming, but in a good way.”

  “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

  They locked gazes for what felt like hours. So many emotions raced through her that she couldn’t process any of them. Coherent thought was gone. There was only Barclay, his beautiful eyes, and his presence. She could smell the arousal coming off him in waves, and it made her desperate to hold him in her arms.

  He picked her up again, and this time she kept her mouth shut as he carried her toward the stairs. Once they were in his room, he placed her on her feet again, and she had just enough time to realize he was barely breathing heavily before he kissed her again. The man wasn’t human. It was the only explanation.

  She pushed closer to his body and wrapped her arms around broad shoulders, moaning into his open mouth as his tongue worked over hers. Fireworks exploded inside her head. Shivers ran up and down her spine, and her pussy was now soaking wet. Her clothes were suddenly too tight.

  When he released the kiss, he grasped her face once more. “I use condoms on general principle, but I have no diseases.”

  What? Shit. She was glad he’d brought it up because her mind wasn’t working right now. “Okay. Me either. No diseases, I mean. And I’m on the pill.”

  “I feel more comfortable using them regardless.”

  “All right.” Whatever. Rissa’s entire body was on fire for this man. She had no idea if it was the reality of finally having sex after all this time, or if it was him, and right now she didn’t care. All she knew for certain was that she was tired of living a half life. No more. Not after tonight. Her wait was finally over.

  Barclay took her hand and led her toward the bed. He stopped at the edge of it and kissed her again, this time with an urgency that would have frightened her if she didn’t know him. He gently pushed her backward and she fell onto the comforter. Then he lay on top of her and pinned her arms overhead. One strong hand encircled both wrists, forcing a gasp from her. His strength was intoxicating.

  He nuzzled her neck, while with his free hand he caressed her breasts and abdomen. “I have a confession.” His breath was warm on her skin, and the sexy tone in his voice sent shivers down her spine once more. “I’ve had my eye on you since you started working for me.”

  “Have you?” Was this really happening? Last night she’d been hiding in the bathroom, listening to two of the strangest humans on the planet. What if she hadn’t overhead that conversation? Would she be here with him if she hadn’t made the phone call?

  “Yes, I have.” Barclay slid his hand under her shirt and cupped her left breast. “I used to imagine what you looked like naked, and how it would feel to sink my cock into your pussy.”

  Oh holy shit. The pussy he’d mentioned was now so wet her panties would be ruined, thanks to his words. She pushed her hips against him. “What else did you imagine doing to me?”

  He removed his hand from her breast and released her wrists. Then he rolled off her, turned her onto her stomach before she could react, and gave each ass cheek a hard smack. Even through her jeans she felt it, and it sent an electric jolt racing toward her clit. “I imagined putting you over my knee and spanking your pretty ass before I fuck you silly.”

  “Oh…” Erotic images danced through her mind until she could barely breathe.

  He slipped his hand under her shirt again. “Too much?”

  “No. I mean, I’ve never done anything like that, but I…” She what? She’d never told Harry her kinky fantasies, but only because she’d known he wasn’t interested in kinky stuff.

  Barclay kissed her neck again, letting his tongue linger. “You what?”

  “I want to. Get spanked, that is.” Her pulse raced. Was she sure about this? Yes.

  He grasped both breasts and teased her nipples through the fabric. Rissa was sure she’d go out of her mind with need. Her entire body was ready to explode. It had been so damn long. Tears stung her eyelids again, but she blinked them away. She didn’t want Barclay to think he was hurting her or scaring her.

  “I would love to do that to you. You’d have a safeword, of course. Do you know what that is?”

  “Yes.”

  He pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra, then planted tiny kisses up and down her spine. Rissa tried to keep from passing out. Barclay turned her onto her back again and removed her bra, gazing at her breasts as if they were buried treasure he’d found. “You’re stunning.” Before she could react, he clamped his mouth on her left nipple and sucked, hard.

  Rissa cried out as her pussy contracted in tiny spasms. Was it possible to come from someone sucking your nipples alone? Right now, it sure felt that way. She reached for him and buried her fingers in all that hair, surprised by its softness.

  He licked her breasts, his tongue moving around them so quickly she couldn’t keep up with where it was. She’d never felt anything so damn exquisite in her life. When he moved down her abdomen, she whimpered as tiny jolts of electricity raced around her body.

  Barclay unzipped her jeans and had them plus her panties off before she had time to think. He removed her socks and shoes, and then shocked the hell out of her by licking each instep, before moving his tongue up one leg, then the other.

  “You have a beautiful body, Rissa. It’s exotic. I love your curves.”

  He moved her legs together, lifted both, and wrapped an arm around her calves. He bent his head to lick the backs of her thighs, which she found surprisingly erotic. His tongue traile
d over both ass cheeks, and she gasped in pleasure as he gave each one a couple of hard swats.

  “Your ass was made for spanking.”

  She had no idea how to respond. Images of being bent over and forced to take a nice, hard spanking before he fucked her silly passed through her mind, until her pussy was so wet she knew there was no way he’d miss it.

  “But that can wait.” Barclay pushed her legs further toward her torso and licked her, from just below her asshole to her clit. He pushed his tongue into her folds to flick her bud, hard, and she moaned loudly each time he did it, certain she’d come any second. He slipped his tongue inside her pussy, making sexy sounds in the back of his throat. Rissa fought to hang on because her climax was poised, right there.

  “You taste like heaven.”

  “Thank you. That feels so fucking incredible.”

  “Mmm, I love that.”

  “What?”

  “You talking that way.”

  “Swearing?”

  “Yes. Any dirty talk like that turns me on in a huge way.”

  Rissa smiled. “In that case, fuck me with that tongue, Mr. Hampton. Push your face right up there and make me squirm. You’re the fucking sexiest man I’ve ever met.”

  His delighted groans sent her arousal through the roof. She’d never expected such a rush of emotion from this. Not that sex with Harry hadn’t been satisfying. It had been, but both of them were virgins the first time, and while they had learned a thing or two over the years, they both always felt as though they were fumbling in the dark, trying to find their way.

  Barclay was experienced. Very much so if the tabloids were right, but that didn’t bother her right now. This was perfect, and his past meant this would be an erotic encounter she wasn’t likely to forget for the rest of her life.

  Rissa moaned loudly as he pushed two fingers into her soaking wet pussy.

  “How did you get so wet, Miss Kerry?”

  “I can’t help it, Mr. Hampton. You did that to me.”

  He pulled his fingers out and smacked her ass again, hard. “You’re a bad girl. You want to be fucked, don’t you?”

  “Oh, God. Yes. Yes, I do.”

  Barclay slipped his fingers into her again, moving them in and out. At this angle, with her legs bent over her torso, each pass of his digits massaged that perfect spot inside, and she could barely hold off the orgasm now.

  “I’m going to fuck you, beautiful. Eventually. But first I think I’ll give you that spanking you so richly deserve.”

  Before Rissa could process what he’d just said, Barclay had her positioned on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed. He caressed her ass cheeks and the backs of her thighs. “Your safeword is ‘red’. Use it if you want me to stop, or even if you need a break. Do you understand?”

  “Yes.” She had no clue what to expect. Harry had smacked her ass once, playfully, only because she’d asked him to. He’d never expressed a desire to spank her, or add anything kinky to their foreplay.

  Rissa heard movement and glanced over her shoulder to watch him push up the sleeves of his shirt, and then remove his shoes and socks. She moaned softly at the gestures. There was something so incredibly sexy about a barefoot man, and rolling up his sleeves told her he meant business.

  “Are you comfortable like that?” he asked.

  “Yes.”

  He crossed the room to one of the dressers and opened a drawer. When he removed a bottle of lube, a box of condoms, and toys, she let out a long, shaky sigh. Shit was about to get real, and she couldn’t wait to experience everything this sexy man wanted to give her.

  Chapter Nine

  Barclay was out of his mind with desire for Rissa, but he forced himself to slow down. He could hardly believe she was naked, on her hands and knees, with her luscious ass in the air. He wanted to take his time and allow her to enjoy this. At least, he hoped she’d enjoy it.

  He had a feeling based on her reactions so far that she had zero experience with kinky sex, but that she had fantasized about it. That she would let him try at all sent his arousal to crazy heights. His dick was so hard it hurt like a bear, but he was determined to make this perfect for her. His own needs could wait a while longer.

  Barclay laid out the toys on the bed in her line of vision. “What do you think? Which one should I try first?”

  “Um, no clue.” She giggled, but he suspected it was from nervousness more than anything.

  Barclay picked up a mop flogger and walked around to face her back. He stepped closer, then dragged the falls across her thighs, her ass, and her middle back. She moaned softly as he did.

  “That feels nice.”

  He gave her a half-hearted smack with it across the ass.

  “I always thought floggers were supposed to hurt.”

  “Some do. This one won’t. It’s used to warm up the skin.”

  “I pictured you using your hand.”

  “I will, beautiful. Don’t worry. I want you to have all kinds of experiences today.”

  Her soft, shuddering exhale nearly made him come. He picked up a heavier flogger and used that on her ass, her back, and her legs, increasing the strength of his strikes each time she moaned or made noises that told him she was enjoying the sensations. Her skin was warm to the touch and only slightly red when he stepped closer and caressed her ass.

  “You’re so wet. I can smell it on you.”

  “Oh, please.”

  Barclay was out of his mind with need. He slipped two fingers into her pussy, and she cried out in pleasure. “Please what?”

  “Please let me come.”

  He chuckled. “How many times would you like to?”

  She giggled again, and he didn’t think he could hold off much longer. She was so tight, and he could only imagine what it would feel like to have his cock inside her.

  “I don’t know.”

  “All right. We’ll see how many times we can make it happen then.”

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  Rissa’s pussy contracted at his words. The orgasm that had been building earlier had nearly happened when he used the floggers on her. She had no idea it would be so sensual and playful. At one point, she’d felt like she was floating above the scene, watching it. Every inch of her body tingled with the anticipation of what he might do next.

  She watched him pick up a leather paddle and tensed, but the next sensation was the edge of it, trailing along her ass crack and over her wet pussy. Rissa drew in a sharp breath as she imagined that leather smacking her pussy and her ass. What would it feel like? She guessed it would sting, and she wondered if it would be as arousing as the floggers had been.

  “Now for the big guns.”

  She glanced over her shoulder to see what he meant, then moaned loudly as a vibrator whirred to life. Where had he been hiding that? He placed it over her clit and then tied the straps attached to it around her hips. It was one of those vibrating eggs, and it was powerful.

  “Oh fuck!” She yelled in surprise and delight as the strongest orgasm she’d ever had washed over her. Because she couldn’t move away from the egg, the contractions went on and on. At the same time, the paddle came down across one cheek then the other, five times in a row, in quick succession.

  “Shit!”

  “Was that a safeword?” His sexy voiced was filled with concern.

  “No. Just surprised.” And can’t talk. Too busy coming.

  He caressed her ass cheeks. “Are you all right? Serious question.”

  “I’m fine, Barclay. Honest. I can barely breathe right now let alone speak.”

  His soft chuckle sent shivers down her spine. “Use your safeword if you need to.”

  “I will. Promise.”

  Another climax was building. Or maybe the first one had never ended. She didn’t know. She only knew that he alternated toys, using them on her ass cheeks, her pussy, and the backs of her thighs, until everything below the waist was wet, warm, and tingled. She wasn’t sure where the pleasure ended and the stinging sensa
tions began. It no longer mattered. Her body belonged to him. Her arousal was in his hands, and she never wanted to take it back.

  When he stopped and removed the egg, she was surprised. Her breathing had become raspy and quick, and she was covered in sweat. He ran his hands down her spine. “Oh, Rissa. You should see how incredibly fucking sexy you look right now.”

  “Did I do well? Was that what you wanted?”

  He kissed her ass cheeks, which stung, but she loved it because the pressure of his lips on the wounds he’d just made sent jolts of electricity straight to her throbbing clit.

  “Perfect. Absolutely perfect. But more importantly, was it what you wanted?”

  “Yes. Oh, yes.”

  He kissed her lower back. “Good, because I can’t hold off any longer. I need to fuck you.”

  “Yes. Please,” she whispered. Rissa heard rustling, and glanced over her shoulder to watch him remove his clothes. He had the most beautiful body she’d ever seen, covered with a fine dusting of dark hair. He also sported tats on his arms and torso, but she didn’t have time to inspect them.

  He put on a condom, moved behind her, and shoved his thick cock into her pussy. She cried out in pleasure as he fucked her mercilessly, pounding into her with more speed and strength than she’d have believed possible of any man. It was official. He wasn’t human.

  When he cupped her pussy from behind and pushed against her clit with his thumb, another crazy climax overtook her. Rissa could do nothing but moan. Thought was gone. Words were impossible. She’d never been fucked like this. She’d never come like this. She’d never known this was possible.

  Barclay cried out loudly, whispering her name over and over, and then his shudder told her he’d come, too. He draped his body over hers for a few moments, breathing heavily against her. He was as damp as she was, but Rissa didn’t mind. When he straightened up, he withdrew gently. She heard him take off the condom, and then he crawled onto the bed and pulled her into his arms.

  “Oh, Rissa. Please tell me that was all right.”

  “Perfect.”

  “I thought so, too.”