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  “I’m sorry.”

  She turned her head and stared at him “You’re sorry? For what?”

  “For my past sins, I guess. I would have insisted Diana apologize to you, but that just would have started another scene.”

  “Wyatt, when I was working in Las Vegas I dealt with women like Diana all the time.” She snorted. “BBBM, we used to call them behind their backs.”

  “Huh? What does that stand for?”

  “Big Boobs, Big Mouth.” She sighed. “Predatory females with too much money and not enough manners. And hot pants for anything that caught their eye.”

  “That’s Diana. Hands down.” He’d been driving at what Emily considered an excessive speed, but now he slowed down.

  “Maybe she’s more your type than I am,” Emily ventured.

  “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” She could hear the anger in his strident tone.

  “She’s a lot more experienced, and obviously knows what you like.”

  “But the pleasure is in teaching you.” His voice was soft, seductive. “Aren’t you having fun learning?”

  She swallowed. Hard. “Yes.”

  “All right, then. No more of that. If I wanted Diana, she’s made it obvious she’s there for the taking. I guess that was my style until…”

  “Until what?” She wished she could see the expression on his face.

  “Never mind.” He sighed. “I’m just sorry we ran into her. Sorry she behaved the way she did.”

  She rubbed her hands on her jeans. “So, tell me, Wyatt. Do you think the little performance on the dance floor had any effect on her at all?”

  “I hope so.” He tapped his thumb on the steering wheel. “But with her, who knows.”

  “Well.” She rubbed her jeans again. “I have two comments to make on that. I don’t think it fazed her at all. And it wasn’t necessary. I wouldn’t want you to be embarrassed by giving people the wrong impression about, you know.”

  He stopped tapping. “About I know? Exactly what does that mean, Emily?”

  She wet her lips, sure that whatever she said would be the wrong thing. Why in hell had she ever gotten involved with this man, anyway? She was better off when she was just the pretend cook, trying to hang on long enough to get out of there.

  “People might get the wrong idea about us. That could be difficult for you.”

  Swerving in a sharp movement to the right, he pulled off onto the shoulder of the road and jammed the gearshift into Park. Releasing her seatbelt with one hand, he hauled her over the console and into his lap. She had just been about to ask him what he was doing when he pressed his lips to hers and slipped his tongue into her mouth. There was no questioning his intent. He fucked her mouth with his tongue as his hand came up to cup one breast, thumb rasping over the nipple.

  He cupped her head with his other hand, anchoring his fingers in her hair to tug her head back and give himself greater access to her. In slow, smooth-gliding motion he slid his mouth down the column of her neck to the place where the pulse beat rapidly. As he licked the tender spot, his hand kneaded her breast and his fingers pinched the taut nipple.

  Emily moaned, her fingers clutching his arm to steady herself.

  Then, just as suddenly, he lifted her and set her back into her seat, carefully rebuckling the belt.

  “Don’t presume to tell me what I worry about. I don’t know if what we’ve got is just incredible sex or not, but I damn sure intend to find out. I’m not concerned about what this town thinks. I grew up here and they’ve seen all my warts. I’m sorry if I have given you that impression. My concern is how the men who work for me treat you. Period. Now.” He put the truck in Drive and pulled back onto the road. “We’re going home to see how you like what else I have in mind.”

  Chapter Six

  Emily stared straight ahead, eyes fastened on Wyatt’s cock which was a scant two inches away from her. He was magnificently naked, standing legs spread apart, eyes blazing as he looked down at her. She was kneeling on the carpet, hands fastened behind her with the handcuffs, desire ramped up at the feeling of submission, of his dominance. Her only rational thought was, “What would vanilla Nick think about me now?”

  “Open your mouth,” he commanded.

  Obedient, she did so. He moved closer and rested the head of his cock on her bottom lip. She licked the head, tasting the salty flavor of him in the tiny bead of liquid at the slit. Swirling her tongue over the velvet softness, she pressed the tip into the slit, pleased at the hiss of his indrawn breath.

  “Tilt your head back, Emily.”

  When she did, he rocked his hips, his cock riding over her tongue and into the back of her mouth.

  “Breathe,” he told her. “And keep your head tilted back. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  His hands moved to cup her head on either side and he thrust himself in and out of her mouth. She closed her lips around him, teeth barely scraping the soft flesh over steel. Wyatt shuddered every time her teeth raked the pulsing shaft, fingers tightening on her scalp. Then he began to ride her mouth in earnest.

  “Look at me, Emily.”

  She raised her eyes, met his burning with the fire of carnal heat.

  “God, you look so beautiful like that, on your knees, my cock in your mouth, hands behind your back.”

  His hands worked her head back and forth on his shaft. “That’s it. Suck it, sugar. Just like that. Jesus.” He closed his eyes then opened them. “This is what I want, Emily. You. Here with me.”

  Wyatt gritted his teeth. He was afraid to say too much. Give away too much. His feelings for this woman were still so complicated he had trouble sorting them out. He only knew that the first time he fucked her, the explosion had rocketed through every part of his body. Singed his mind. Last night, when he’d begun to introduce her to the kind of sex he liked, she hadn’t turned away from anything. Actually embraced it all. And the pleasure he got from it was beyond anything he’d ever experienced before.

  Crossing paths with Diana tonight had been a sour note. He’d been afraid it would send Emily running to her room and locking the door, unwilling to compete with the bawdiness of a woman like that. But he didn’t want bawdiness. He wanted Emily, strong yet submissive, knowledgeable yet inexperienced. And with a quality he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

  One that scared the shit out of him.

  Now, as his cock moved in and out of her warm, wet mouth, her soft lips closed around it, he thought for sure he’d died and gone to paradise. He moved her head to show her the tempo he wanted and his balls drew up and a tingling raced up his spine. For two nights he’d wanted to come in her mouth, holding himself back to climax inside her. But tonight he knew he could climax more than one time. God, with her I might go all night.

  And so he gave himself over to the pleasure, letting the desire build, race through his bloodstream.

  He glanced down at Emily, and the sight of her on her knees before him, hands bound behind her back, lips wrapped around his shaft, drove his desire even higher. He rocked his body, still using his hands to guide her, letting his pleasure build and build.

  When his climax hit, he gripped her head hard, holding it in place, his entire body taut, the muscles of his neck corded as he spurted into her mouth again and again. The splash of liquid hit her tongue and the roof of her mouth and slid down the back of her throat.

  Lost in the fog of carnal satisfaction, only when the last drop of cum had been wrung from him did it occur to him that Emily—obviously untutored Emily—had swallowed every drop with perfect precision. She was staring up at him, eyes wide, face flushed, lips still wrapped around his now semi-hard cock.

  He pulled out of her mouth, reached down and lifted her to her feet. Placing his lips on hers, he plunged his tongue into her mouth and tasted himself inside that hot, wet cavern. The sensation was so erotic he felt himself hardening again.

  “Well done,” he said in a soft voice, his lips still against hers. “Very well done.�
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  She was lying on the bed on her stomach, very pleased with herself that she’d given Wyatt such satisfaction. She’d learned fast, without her hands to help her, that if she tilted her head way back she could suppress the automatic gag reflex and swallow every drop of his semen.

  He’d knelt down to release her bonds, showered her face with kisses, then lifted her to the bed and arranged her to his satisfaction. Now she lay sprawled half on her knees with pillows beneath her stomach, her hands bound in front of her, a silk blindfold tight across her eyes.

  The bed dipped with Wyatt’s weight and he knelt between her spread thighs and she jerked when he trailed kisses across first one cheek of her ass, then the other. Oh! Was that a tongue tracing a line across the plump flesh?

  She sensed him move back a little and, without warning, his hand descended in a sharp slap on one cheek. Her cunt reacted immediately, remembering the sensations from the other spanking. Heat rushed through her and liquid trickled out to coat the lips of her pussy.

  In an instant, another slap landed and she moaned.

  “Like that, do you?” Wyatt’s voice was husky and thick with carnal need.

  “Yesss.” The word came out on a long breath as again a slap hit her flesh.

  The cheeks of her ass tingled as the spanking continued. The inner walls of her pussy fluttered, her breasts throbbed and heat engulfed her from her waist to her knees. When the next slap landed on the lips of her cunt, the impact sent jolts of electricity sparking through her.

  His touch was never too hard, just enough so she rode the thin edge of pleasure-pain. And wanted more. When he stopped, she wiggled her ass at him, a silent invitation for more.

  He placed a soft kiss on each cheek. “The idea is to know when to stop, sugar. So you’ll be begging for me to do anything that will help you get to that orgasm.” He leaned over her, brushing his cock against the lower curve of her ass. “Are you there yet, Em?”

  “Yes, yes, yes. Do something. Please.” She couldn’t believe how totally aroused she was, her cunt begging for something to fill it, her nipples aching for his mouth and teeth.

  He shifted his weight again and feathered his palms over the flaming skin of her buttocks. “I’ve got something special for you tonight. Ready to try it?”

  The pulse in her womb stuttered in its beat. “Yes. Anything.”

  “All right, then.”

  She sensed movement, heard the opening and closing of a drawer, then his hands were in her ass, fingers trailing down the crevice. In the next moment, something cool touched the puckered skin around her anus.

  “Gel,” Wyatt murmured. “Relax. It’s special. It will make you feel very, very good.”

  Emily realized in seconds what Wyatt’s idea of ‘good’ was. One of his long fingers pushed through her hole into the channel of her ass, carrying the gel and spreading it into the tight, hot tissues. At first, it was cool and very soothing. Then a low hum of heat spread through the dark tunnel, igniting the dozens of tiny nerves there and pushing the insistent thrum of her pulse. Her pussy tingled and her clit developed an insistent ache of its own.

  “W-what is that?”

  “Something to help you take the butt plug I got for you.”

  She jerked her head back. “Butt plug?”

  “Uh-huh.” His hands separated the cheeks of her ass, then something soft and hard at the same time pressed against her opening. “Breathe, sugar. Take deep breaths.”

  Being blindfolded made every one of her other senses far more acute and receptive to stimulation. As he eased the plug into her with a slow movement of his hand, the flutter in her cunt became a rhythmic clenching, her blood felt icy-hot and her breath caught in her throat, lodged there as a giant fist of sexual hunger grabbed her.

  Ohmigod!

  The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. An orgasm shimmered just beyond her reach and she mentally clawed for it.

  The plug was all the way in now. Wyatt leaned over her and trailed soft kisses down the length of her spine. Emily shivered and thrust her hips back up at him.

  “I knew you’d like that, sugar.”

  His deep voice wove a cocoon around her, but she didn’t want to be contained. She wanted to be…fucked! Oh, god, she wanted him inside her. Right along with that plug lodged in her ass. She was so highly aroused she was sure she could come if Wyatt just touched her. Every bit of her body was on high alert, begging for that stimulation that would push her over the edge.

  Wyatt’s hands were warm on her body, caressing her everywhere before sliding the pillows from beneath her and gently turning her over. He lifted her hands over her head and rested them on the covers behind her.

  “Don’t move them,” he ordered. “Keep them right there.”

  “But I want to touch you,” she whispered.

  “I’ll do all the touching for both of us.” He brushed his lips against hers, tracing the line of the seam with his tongue.

  She shivered as the image of him naked imprinted itself on her mind.

  He touched her only with his lips, moving them over her body teasing and tormenting her. He sucked each nipple in turn, giving each one a gentle bite then laving them with his tongue. He moved down between the valley of her breasts to her navel, taking his time and tracing the indentation with the tip of his tongue and pulling it gently into his mouth.

  By the time he got to her still-naked cunt, she was quivering with desire and hunger, gritting her teeth against the need to defy him and reach her bound hands out in an effort to feel him beneath her fingers. He nipped at the skin at the top of her mound, licking after each little bite, dragging the tip of his tongue over the tip of her clit and tugging it free from the folds of flesh that guarded it.

  Emily was acutely aware of the butt plug filling every bit of her rectum, the sense of it enhancing the need clawing inside her.

  Wyatt closed his hands around her ankles, lifted her legs and bent them at the knees, pushing them back toward her breasts. She could visualize herself now wide open to his erotic assault. When his tongue traced a path the length of her slit before dipping into the well of her vagina, only the pressure of his hands held her in place.

  Over and over he sketched her cunt with his tongue, tasting the wet flesh of her lips and plunging into the warmth of her vagina. A low moan drifted out on the air and she realized it came from her.

  Wyatt’s tongue had a life of its own, plunging and plundering and driving her crazy. Emily tried her best to arch her hips to him, but his grip on her was too firm. He laughed softly, the sound vibrating against her hungry flesh. He would drive her right to the edge of erotic pleasure, push her until that tight coil inside her was ready to snap, then back off until she was nearly out of her mind with the need to climax.

  “Please,” she begged, a sob catching in her voice. “Please, Wyatt.”

  “Please what?” His deep voice resonated through her body. “Please let you come? Please fuck you?”

  “Yes, yes, yes.” She tossed her head from side to side. “All that.”

  “Tell me, Em, and I might do it. But you have to say the words.” As he spoke in that low, thick voice, his fingers rimmed her vagina and slid down to her anus to where the edge of the plug protruded.

  “You know.” She was getting desperate, the hunger so acute she could barely stand it.

  “I’ll know if you tell me.” His licked the tip of her clit. “Let me hear it, Em.”

  “Please…let me come.” She was sure she screamed the words.

  “You know I control it, right, sugar? Tell me you know.” His voice was soft but demanding.

  “I know,” she sobbed. “I know, I know.”

  “And?” he prodded.

  “And what? Oh, god, please.”

  “Tell me exactly what you want me to do. That’s your key to pleasure.”

  “Fuck me!” She was so aroused, so on edge, she would have done anything, said anything, to have him inside her. “Fuck me, Wyat
t.”

  “With pleasure.”

  She heard the snap of latex, sensed him positioning himself then he was inside her, slowly filling her, his cock pushing at the butt plug through the thin wall separating them.

  “Ready for the ride?” he asked, his lips just touching hers.

  “Yes. Now. Please.”

  He moved in and out, slowly at first, letting her get used to the feel of the double penetration. Emily wrapped her legs around his waist, digging her heels into the base of his spine, trying to urge him to move faster. She was hot and cold at the same time, nothing existing for her except this place, this time, this man and the plundering of her body. Her release hovered just beyond her reach, tantalizing her as her body strained for it.

  “Look at me,” Wyatt commanded, deftly pulling off the blindfold.

  She opened her eyes and looked into his, darkened now almost to slate, the flecks of gold and green like tiny jewels flickering there. His face was drawn tight with tension as he fucked her with a steady tempo.

  “More,” she cried, pressing her heels into him harder. “Please, Wyatt.”

  Then she couldn’t speak, couldn’t think, as he rolled his hips one last time and pounded into her with incredible force.

  She exploded, everything disappearing but the giant spasms that rocked her body, the stars bursting in the black velvet that seemed to wrap around her, and the cock throbbing inside her as Wyatt spurted again and again into the latex sheath. She screamed his name as the muscles of her cunt clenched around him and milked every last drop from him. The orgasm gripped her and shook her until it seemed to be one giant, continuous convulsion.

  She didn’t even realize her body had begun to relax until Wyatt reached up, released her wrists and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

  “Be right back,” he murmured.

  She heard him moving around in the bathroom, disposing of the condom, running water, rummaging in the cabinet. She could do no more than lie there dragging air into her lungs and waiting for her thundering heart to resume a normal beat.