Tempting Tricks (Tempting Nights #2)

Chapter Twelve

~Trick~

T he ride is fucking torture. I’ve been trapped in the back of this car for almost twenty minutes, her delicate hand in mine. I trace my thumb back and forth against her smooth skin, my restraint close to snapping. Although neither of us has spoken a single word, so much is being said in that one touch. I want her entire body in my arms, every inch of her flesh against my own, her mouth on mine.

She gave the driver her address when we got in the car, and that’s fine with me. Whatever makes her comfortable. Besides, now I’ll know where to find her after this. She squeezes my hand. “We’re almost there.”

“Okay,” I practically snarl, the beast in me ready to attack. The car comes to a stop two minutes later, and I step out, pulling her behind me before the driver can even open his door. I hand him a twenty through the window. “ Thanks.” We’re standing between two buildings, leaving me unsure which way to turn. “Which one is yours?”

She tugs my hand to the right, leading me to the correct entrance. “This way.” I follow her into the lobby and then the elevator. She presses the number nine then steps back beside me. I peer down at her, desire so strong I’m sure my eyes are dark with lust. My cock twitches when her tongue peeks out between her lips to trace them slowly. She’s teasing me.

“Don’t,” I rumble, stepping closer to her, backing her against the wall.

Her head tilts back, eyes wide, her chest rising quickly. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t push me.” I place my hands on the wall beside her head, leaning down. “I’ll throw you up against this wall and fuck you right here. And I won’t stop until I come.”

Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she nods in understanding. I’m a fraction of an inch away from sliding my mouth over hers when the elevator pings to a stop, the doors parting. She blinks, looking over my shoulder. “Saved by the bell.”

I scoff. “Only for a minute.” Her hand claims mine as we step out into the hallway then turn to the right. She stops in front of a door labeled 9D, pulling a set of keys out of the little black bag she’s carrying. Her hands are shaking as she tries to insert the key, so I take it from her, stick it into the lock, and turn. I push through the door, holding it open for her, then walk through and close it.

After tossing the keys on a table next to the door, I stride straight to her, my hand finding the back of her neck as I crash my mouth against hers. The bag she was holding hits the floor, and a second later, her hands are clutching at the lapels of my jacket as we slam our bodies together. She kisses me hard, her need as hungry as mine. Her tongue presses against my lips, forcing them open as she plunges inside, stroking it greedily against mine.

I pull back and nip her bottom lip then suck it gently into my mouth, sweeping my tongue over my teeth marks. She moans, twisting herself out of my grasp, stepping back, her eyes wild as she pants out quick little breaths.

“Wait.” She holds a hand up, face flushed pink, when I move to draw her back to me.

“What’s wrong?” I stop, reaching my hand up to her face, wondering if I bit her too hard.

“Will you dance with me?” she rushes out.

“What?” I’m momentarily confused by the shift in gears. “You want me to dance with you?” I’ll dance with you, between the sheets, slamming in and out you. I’ll make you twist and shout and do the shimmy-shake if you’ll just fucking let me.

She nods, her eyes meeting mine. “I know it’s dumb.” Then she sweeps a hand over her skirt. “It’s just that I put on this fancy dress and these fancy shoes.” She kicks a pointed toe out from under the material. “And now I have the perfect partner. I just want one dance.”

My face softens realizing that, no matter how tough she may be on the exterior, inside she’s just a woman. A woman who wants to dance with a man. And I can do that for her. As easily as I breathe. “There’s no music.” I step closer to her, extending my arms in invitation.

She walks into my waiting arms, one hand slipping into mine, the other falling onto my shoulder. “Alexa, play something from my sexy song Playlist. ”

I throw my head back and laugh. “You have a sexy song playlist?” I grin widely, teasing her.

“Doesn’t everyone?” She shrugs and giggles. Soft music starts playing from the speaker, so I gather her closer, moving slowly in a circle to the rhythm. After a few seconds, I recognize the soulful voice of Sade, singing, “No Ordinary Love.” As we turn, our bodies fuse closer together, heat blazing between us. Her hand slides off my shoulder and under my jacket, skimming up before resting flat on my pec.

My lips brush her temple, her cheek, her mouth, and then her neck as her head falls back. I pepper kisses across her shoulder, down her chest until I reach the edge of the velvet covering her breast. She stands straight, stopping our movement, and locks her stare with mine. She slips her hands under my jacket at each shoulder, pushing it off my body until it’s laying on the floor.

She takes a step closer, her fingers reaching out to the buttons on my shirt, her lip clenched between her teeth as she undoes each one. When she gets to my waist, she yanks the excess material from my slacks, releasing the last two buttons. Her fingers graze up the open seam of my shirt before finally stroking inside to spread it wide, my chest now exposed. She places her hands flat on my stomach then looks up at me, her eyes wide.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispers.

I feel my brows lift in surprise. Beautiful is the very last word I would use to describe myself. She shakes her head to stop any denial she must sense I’m ready to voice. “Don’t.” She splays her hands wider and smooths them over my abs, moving them up until she’s over my chest, one hand stopping over my piercing. “Does this hurt? ”

She’s staring at it, unaware I think, that she just licked her lips. I lift my hand to the thick metal hoop stuck through my nipple, pull it from between her fingers, and give it a small tug. “No.” I meet her dark stare. “It feels good.”

She breaks her gaze to lean forward and, surprising me, latches her mouth around the nipple, catching the ring in her teeth, and sucks. My hips surge forward, my cock instantly hardening, a hiss escaping my mouth. “Fuck, Belle.” My hand clutches onto the back of her head, my fingers threading through her hair as I grip tightly. She sucks harder, her hands gripping onto my chest, her nails biting into my skin.

I moan, releasing my hold on her to rip the shirt completely off my body, one hand reaching down to squeeze my shaft as she continues sucking. Just when I think I’m going to have to yank her off me, she slides her mouth off my swollen bud and glides her tongue down to the middle of my abs, falling to her knees in front of me. She peeks up at me as she begins working the belt on my trousers, her fingers making quick work of the button next.

“Belle—” I state hesitantly, knowing what she’s about to do, not sure if I can last more than two minutes if she puts me in her mouth.

“Shh,” she coos up at me as my pants drop down to my knees. “I want to taste you.” My cock springs up, a small gasp falling from her O shaped mouth as she looks down. My cock isn’t some giant thing girls are going to run screaming from. It’s an average length, but it’s thick—thicker than most—probably making it seem larger than others and maybe more daunting. Her eyes dart up to mine, but it’s not fear I see. It’s desire. Her tongue sweeps across her lips, the corners raised slightly.

“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to come before you even put me in your mouth,” I growl out.

“Don’t come in my mouth, okay?” she says, and before I can answer, she leans forward and drags her tongue up the side of my dick like it’s an ice cream cone, pushing it inside her mouth when she reaches the top. Wet heat surrounds my cock. My head falls back as she slides her mouth lower, a groan rolling up from my chest in pure fucking pleasure.

When she seems to have gone as far down as she can go, she swallows, gagging, the muscles in her throat squeezing around my cock. I reach out and grab her head, forcing her to stay there a minute. Her mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around my dick. She gags again, her hands digging into my thighs as I thrust once before pulling her back. She pants, drool dripping from her lips, as she peers up at me. Red, billowy material surrounds her like a cloud, and I swear, I’ve never seen anything sexier. She keeps her gaze locked on mine as she sucks my cock back between her glossy lips, not resisting when I tighten my grip. I shove myself deep, causing her to gag again, her eyes watering as she chokes on my dick. I pull back, and she sucks hard as I do, my balls tightening, her head bobbing up and down on my cock.

“Stop. I’m gonna—.” I clench my fingers in her hair and pull her off of me, moaning loudly as I come, my release exploding onto her bare chest and neck. She squeezes her hand around my shaft, rubbing back and forth until I’m done, my cock twitching as it begins to soften. My legs are shaking. I need to sit before I fall down, but I don’t know if I ever want to leave this spot. She’s looking up at me, her cheeks pink, swollen lips turned up in a shy smile, hair falling down her back. She’s god damn perfection. Instead, I bend down, cup her cheek, and plant a kiss on her mouth. “That was amazing.”

She kisses me back, running a hand through my hair. “Yes, it was.” She sits back on her legs. “Could you get me a towel out of the bathroom.” She looks down at her chest then points to a hallway. “It’s down there. Second door.”

“Of course.” I stand and come back a minute later with a gray hand towel, freezing in place when I see the look on her face. “What’s the matter?”

She rises slowly, her gaze wide as she reaches out to take the towel out of my hand. She wipes her chest clean, still looking at me, eyes crinkled as her brow furrows, her lips in a straight line.

“Jesus, Belle, tell me what’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” I step closer, grabbing the towel out of her hand, throwing it on the counter.

“Your back.” She shakes her head, her hand pointing over my shoulder. “Who did that to you, Patrick?”

Shit. I forgot about the fresh cane marks on my back. But she knows I like pain. We talked about this in our sessions, and she came to the club. She saw what was there, what could happen. “You already know this about me.” I reach down and grab my shirt off the floor, moving to put it on, but she grabs it out of my hand.

“Don’t try to hide it from me!” She stomps behind me, gasping as she takes a closer look, her fingers grazing over some of the marks. “Why would you let someone hurt you like this?” Disbelief sounds in her voice .

“I told you before, I like it.” I spin around, facing her, crossing my arms.

“Would you want me to do that to you?” she asks quietly.

“Would you want to?” I already know the answer, but like the asshole I am, I ask the question anyway.

“God, no!” She shakes her head furiously. “I couldn’t. I couldn’t hurt you like that.”

I take a step closer. “Like how I hurt you when I spanked you?” I challenge.

“That’s different,” she tries to defend.

“How is it different?”

“It just is. You spanked me. Yes, it hurt, but you didn’t beat me.” She motions toward my back again. “That’s abuse. Or torture, or something like it.”

“It’s not abuse if I ask for it. Crave it. Need it.” I take another step closer and pull her to me, a gasp coming from her. “Don’t tell me you didn’t like it when I spanked you. That you didn’t like the pain, the way it crept over your skin and down your spine, leaving every nerve feeling alive and tingling. How it made you so wet my fingers slid right inside you, your pussy sucking them in.” I glare down into her eyes. “Can you deny it?”

Her nostrils flare as she stares back at me, finally answering. “No.” She shakes her head. “But I’d never want to be beaten like you.”

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.” I shrug and release her.

She gapes up at me, taking a step back. “I think this was a mistake.”

I grab my shirt from her hand and move to put it on, sighing. “This wasn’t a mistake.” I begin fastening the buttons. “You’re afraid.”

“Afraid?” She scoffs. “Afraid of what? Being beaten?”

I roll my eyes. “You’re afraid of what you’re feeling. Afraid of how good it felt when I spanked you. Afraid because you want me to do it again.” I lean down to pick my jacket up off the floor, hovering my face over hers when I rise. “Afraid that you might even enjoy something more.” I lower my voice. “But mostly, I think you’re afraid because you want all those things from me. And what kind of a person would want to be with a monster like me?”

Her mouth falls open, but she remains silent.

“And now you can’t say anything because you’re afraid I’m right.” I shrug my jacket on and stride over to her, grasping her face in my hands. “I want you more than anything I can ever remember wanting, and being here with you tonight was incredible, but I won’t force you to be with me. I won’t force you to do something with me that you’re not ready for.” I kiss her then, her mouth barely registering the action, then I release my hold and walk to the door. “You know where to find me.”