Burning Wild
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“Yes. So behave. You’re being sarcastic.”
“Jake.” He was massaging her buttocks, alternating between soft caressing strokes and rougher, deep-tissue massage. The combination made her weak with need.
“Yes?”
“Are you going to make me wait a long time before you take me? Because I’m quite willing now.” She was very aware he’d said two hours of her time. Two hours was going to be endless if he didn’t pick up the pace and take care of her very needy body.
He laughed softly. “A very long time.”
“What if I’m not so receptive a long time from now?”
“You aren’t supposed to talk unless I ask you a question.”
She tossed her head again, her eyes gleaming at him. “Really? I thought I was being educated. How can I learn if you don’t let me ask questions?”
“Emma.”
She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, trying not to laugh. “Yes?”
“Remember that sensual spanking I told you about? You’re about to go over my knee.”
She hid her smile and tried to look submissive. Her body was so aware of him she could feel his breath on her skin, the warmth of him radiating out when he wasn’t even touching her.
“Lie down for me, honey, on your back. Just drape yourself over my desk, keep your ass right on the edge.” He guided her to the very edge and then spread her legs apart, taking one foot and tucking it over to the side and pulling her other leg to curl around the other side, so she was stretched out like a feast. Her foot slipped and flayed about, kicking the highly polished wood.
“This is crazy,” Emma said. “I can’t stay in this position. And you’d better have all the doors locked.”
He swirled his tongue in her belly button. “You don’t want someone to come in and find me devouring you whole?” His palm slid down her leg and found her foot, guiding it to the small loop of leather he’d attached to his desk. He did the same with her other foot, so she didn’t have to hold the pose herself.
Her breasts looked so enticing, jutting up at him, he couldn’t resist cupping them in his palms. The soft weight felt like warm silk. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples as he buried his face in the side of her neck, instinctively biting down in the way of the leopard.
She gasped, shivering, and he licked at the teeth marks. That untamed self inside her leapt toward him, craving more, needing his touch, even his domination. She felt so hot, so unlike her, yet right—exactly right—as if she’d been born for him, to please him.
He pinched and tugged at her nipples and massaged her breasts, and then his mouth covered one soft mound, suckling, a hot, moist furnace that was pure torture. Her womb clenched and her inner muscles clamped down hard, needing. She heard her own soft cry, and it didn’t sound anything at all like her.
Jake lifted his head, eyes gleaming with sheer male satisfaction, and then caught her hand and slid it into the loop he had waiting. “Hold that. Don’t let loose.” He placed her fingers around the loop attached to the other side of his desk.
“You’ve been thinking about this for hours, haven’t you?” she asked, gripping the leather tightly. “Bondage, Jake? Is this my lesson for the week?”
“Hours?” His eyebrow shot up. “Weeks. Months.”
He bent his head and licked at her nipples again, first one and then the other, his mouth hot as he suckled at her, tugging with his teeth, laving with his tongue while she arched her back to push herself closer into his mouth. Her hips bucked and she writhed, trying to rub her body against his, to get at his leg or his shaft, anything to relieve the building pressure. But her thighs were spread too far apart, and if she stayed where he put her, she was helpless.
“You aren’t ready for bondage yet, honey. You can get out if you start to panic or feel uncomfortable. I never want you to be afraid of anything we do. I just want to drive you crazy until you can’t think about anything but me being inside you and when I’ll let you have your next orgasm.” His smile was a little wicked smirk. “Until you beg me. Begging would be appropriate.”
She touched her tongue to her upper lip, panting, trying to remain calm when all she wanted to do was jerk her hands free and grab him. She tried a little snort of derision, but she was already hot enough to start the begging process. “Now what are you going to do?”
“With my new desk ornament?” He licked her belly down to her mound. “I’m going to work. You’re an inspiration for me.”
Naked, he sank back down into his chair and awakened his laptop. Pulling up a report, he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, fingers massaging while he read. Emma gasped as every nerve ending went into a frenzy. She hadn’t realized how waiting could be so erotic, or how it would feel to be spread across his desk, her body open, completely on display for him, while he frowned at his work, his fingers sliding almost absently over her silky smooth skin, climbing higher and higher until—
He dropped his hand away to do something on the keyboard. Emma released her breath in a little rush of disappointment. He hadn’t really touched her, and yet she’d never been wetter or more ready for him. Every point in her body strained for his touch. Her breasts ached, her throat felt stretched and needy, her mouth dry, wanting him to fill it. Her sheath was on fire. She wouldn’t be surprised if the desk burst into flames underneath her, and Jake was barely paying attention to her.
“Jake.” He was massaging her buttocks, alternating between soft caressing strokes and rougher, deep-tissue massage. The combination made her weak with need.
“Yes?”
“Are you going to make me wait a long time before you take me? Because I’m quite willing now.” She was very aware he’d said two hours of her time. Two hours was going to be endless if he didn’t pick up the pace and take care of her very needy body.
He laughed softly. “A very long time.”
“What if I’m not so receptive a long time from now?”
“You aren’t supposed to talk unless I ask you a question.”
She tossed her head again, her eyes gleaming at him. “Really? I thought I was being educated. How can I learn if you don’t let me ask questions?”
“Emma.”
She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him, trying not to laugh. “Yes?”
“Remember that sensual spanking I told you about? You’re about to go over my knee.”
She hid her smile and tried to look submissive. Her body was so aware of him she could feel his breath on her skin, the warmth of him radiating out when he wasn’t even touching her.
“Lie down for me, honey, on your back. Just drape yourself over my desk, keep your ass right on the edge.” He guided her to the very edge and then spread her legs apart, taking one foot and tucking it over to the side and pulling her other leg to curl around the other side, so she was stretched out like a feast. Her foot slipped and flayed about, kicking the highly polished wood.
“This is crazy,” Emma said. “I can’t stay in this position. And you’d better have all the doors locked.”
He swirled his tongue in her belly button. “You don’t want someone to come in and find me devouring you whole?” His palm slid down her leg and found her foot, guiding it to the small loop of leather he’d attached to his desk. He did the same with her other foot, so she didn’t have to hold the pose herself.
Her breasts looked so enticing, jutting up at him, he couldn’t resist cupping them in his palms. The soft weight felt like warm silk. He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples as he buried his face in the side of her neck, instinctively biting down in the way of the leopard.
She gasped, shivering, and he licked at the teeth marks. That untamed self inside her leapt toward him, craving more, needing his touch, even his domination. She felt so hot, so unlike her, yet right—exactly right—as if she’d been born for him, to please him.
He pinched and tugged at her nipples and massaged her breasts, and then his mouth covered one soft mound, suckling, a hot, moist furnace that was pure torture. Her womb clenched and her inner muscles clamped down hard, needing. She heard her own soft cry, and it didn’t sound anything at all like her.
Jake lifted his head, eyes gleaming with sheer male satisfaction, and then caught her hand and slid it into the loop he had waiting. “Hold that. Don’t let loose.” He placed her fingers around the loop attached to the other side of his desk.
“You’ve been thinking about this for hours, haven’t you?” she asked, gripping the leather tightly. “Bondage, Jake? Is this my lesson for the week?”
“Hours?” His eyebrow shot up. “Weeks. Months.”
He bent his head and licked at her nipples again, first one and then the other, his mouth hot as he suckled at her, tugging with his teeth, laving with his tongue while she arched her back to push herself closer into his mouth. Her hips bucked and she writhed, trying to rub her body against his, to get at his leg or his shaft, anything to relieve the building pressure. But her thighs were spread too far apart, and if she stayed where he put her, she was helpless.
“You aren’t ready for bondage yet, honey. You can get out if you start to panic or feel uncomfortable. I never want you to be afraid of anything we do. I just want to drive you crazy until you can’t think about anything but me being inside you and when I’ll let you have your next orgasm.” His smile was a little wicked smirk. “Until you beg me. Begging would be appropriate.”
She touched her tongue to her upper lip, panting, trying to remain calm when all she wanted to do was jerk her hands free and grab him. She tried a little snort of derision, but she was already hot enough to start the begging process. “Now what are you going to do?”
“With my new desk ornament?” He licked her belly down to her mound. “I’m going to work. You’re an inspiration for me.”
Naked, he sank back down into his chair and awakened his laptop. Pulling up a report, he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh, fingers massaging while he read. Emma gasped as every nerve ending went into a frenzy. She hadn’t realized how waiting could be so erotic, or how it would feel to be spread across his desk, her body open, completely on display for him, while he frowned at his work, his fingers sliding almost absently over her silky smooth skin, climbing higher and higher until—
He dropped his hand away to do something on the keyboard. Emma released her breath in a little rush of disappointment. He hadn’t really touched her, and yet she’d never been wetter or more ready for him. Every point in her body strained for his touch. Her breasts ached, her throat felt stretched and needy, her mouth dry, wanting him to fill it. Her sheath was on fire. She wouldn’t be surprised if the desk burst into flames underneath her, and Jake was barely paying attention to her.
