Blindfold Vol. 1

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Текст книги "Blindfold Vol. 1"

Автор книги: M. S. Parker

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“Ash,” I corrected her, ignoring the rest. If she called me Mr. Lang one more time...

She clucked her tongue. “I’ve already explained that, Mr. Lang–”

I snapped.

Without thinking, I grabbed her upper arms and pulled her to me.

The slight weight of her crashed into my chest and I let go of one arm, shoved my freed hand into her long, silken strands of hair. Still staring at her, I twisted the heavy strands around my hand and wrist, cranking her head back until she had no choice but to look up at me.

There was a look in her eyes, expectant. Waiting.

Challenging.

“Ash,” I said again, my voice rough.

Then I lowered my head and kissed her, exactly as I’d wanted to almost from the first second I'd seen her.

Chapter 10

Toni

Oh. Shit.

Those two words circled around in my head as his mouth closed over mine.

He didn’t kiss me though.

Not exactly.

And a hell of a not exactly.

His tongue slid across my lower lip.

Then he caught it between his teeth and bit down, lightly. When he sucked it between his teeth, I felt my legs go a little weak. I moaned, and he wrapped his other arm around my waist. I was in trouble.

I was in so much trouble.

His knee pushed between my thighs as he lifted his head a little. “Open your mouth,” he whispered. It didn't matter how soft he'd spoken. There was no doubt it was a command.

With a slow blink, I tilted my head back and studied him.

Was he serious?

When his mouth came back to mine, I didn’t open. At least not right away. When his tongue probed my lips, I resisted long enough to let him know I wasn't going to just do what he said. Then he started to tease me, taunt me, into relaxing, and that was when I opened. But it wasn't because he told me to, and I intended for him to know it. I caught his tongue between my teeth and bit him, then sucked on him.

It drew a harsh, ragged moan from him, and he jerked me up into his arms, lifting me off my feet.

Blazing green eyes met mine as he half-staggered, half-walked to the nearest chair. He fell backward on to it while his hands slid over the narrow skirt I’d worn that morning. There was no fumbling, no hesitation, in his touch.

And I was doing touching of my own. Through his dress pants, he felt thick and hard, making my stomach tighten. I slid my hand up, then back down his chest to his crotch, closing my fingers around him as best as I could.

He arched into my touch, and then grabbed my hand, curling my fingers tighter around him until I knew it had to be just this edge of painful. Still, I tightened them even more, and leaned down to bite his chin, run the tip of my tongue along his bottom lip.

He growled and yanked my head up, kissing me again.

It was a rough, hungry kiss, and it filled every empty, aching spot inside me.

Shit.

His hands went to my hips, and he hauled me closer. It threw me off balance and I grabbed his shoulders, steadying myself. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction, and I shivered as he caught my hips, dragging me up and down over his cock. My skirt had ridden up, and my panties were no protection from how wet he was making me.

The slacks he wore, something pricey and elegant, were starting to show my arousal. I thought maybe I should get embarrassed about that. Isadora would be coming in soon.

But I didn’t care.

I didn’t care about anything except the way he felt, the way his body felt beneath me, against me.

And his mouth –

I cried out when he sat up and closed his mouth over my breast. Through the material of my bra and blouse, I could feel him. Wet tongue, the sharp edge of his teeth.

There was nothing subtle, nothing hesitant or reluctant.

He didn’t even slow to ask permission.

He just took.

I should have been appalled.

But when he flipped me over onto my back and pressed me into the couch, I wasn’t appalled.

I was...turned on.

So fucking turned on.

He moved between my thighs and started to rock his hips against me.

I shuddered.

One big hand cupped my ass, and I couldn’t stop the startled whimper when he moved his fingers, partially exposing the crevice between my cheeks.

“I want to feel you, hot and wet, and wrapped around my dick,” Ash said against my lips. “I want to hear you, begging and desperate, screaming my name as you come.”

I bit his lower lip.

He jerked his head up, staring down at me, eyes glittering.

I stared into his eyes. “I don’t beg.”

Curling my legs around his hips, I arched up.

Through my lashes, I could see his eyes narrow. He drove his cock against me, and I felt a shudder go through his body.

“I make men beg,” I said, smiling at him tauntingly.

A look of challenge came across his face and he caught my wrists.

I didn’t resist as he dragged them over my head. It sent a hot, delicious little thrill through me as he stretched them higher, almost to the point of discomfort. It arched my back, lifted my breasts to him. He lowered his head until he could nuzzle the delicate skin of my breastbone.

“I don’t beg either, Toni.”

“Then I guess it’s a stalemate.” My voice was breathless.

“No.” He licked me. I felt the blazing heated path of his touch all the way up to my neck. Then he stopped and whispered in my ear, “For it to be a stalemate, we’d have to start the game.” He ground his hips against me. “I haven’t started yet. Are you sure you’re ready to play?”

Hell, yes.

I rolled my hips against him and he growled.

“Are you?”

His mouth came down on mine and this time, there was a savage intensity that hadn’t been there before. His hand slid down to grab my thigh while the free one now pinned both of my wrists. He started to move between my thighs with deliberate slowness and my breath caught.

I knew in an instant I was in trouble.

He rocked against me until he had me hovering on the edge of orgasm and we hadn't even taken any clothes off.

Then he stopped, his lips leaving mine to feather teasing little kisses over my face until I lost the edge.

Oh...he was evil.

He settled between my legs again, but this time, instead of kissing me, he raked his teeth down my neck and began to work his way down, down, down...

“Tiger cubs need milk!” I blurted out.

He stilled, then lifted his head, looking at me with confusion.

I closed my eyes and started the mnemonic I'd learned in my anatomy elective two semesters ago.

“Tiger cubs need MILC. Ankle bones of the foot are talus, calcaneus, navicular, medial cuneiform, intermediate cuneiform, lateral cuneiform, cuboid.” I finished it and opened my eyes.

Ash was staring at me, flabbergasted. I'd actually made him speechless, which I suspected didn't happen often.

Narrowing my eyes, I started on the muscles of respiration. “Don’t exercise in quicksand. Diaphragm, external intercostals, internal intercostals, quadratus.”

“What the hell are you doing?” he demanded.

It was hard to shrug with your hands stretched out over your head, but I tried. “I’m...amusing myself.”

He surged up over me, and pushed his face into mine, his eyes burning. “I’ll fucking amuse you.”

“Oh, honey.” I kissed his nose, mostly because I knew it would piss him off.

He growled at me before letting go of my hands to shove his fingers into my hair. I watched his control slipping, and I loved it.

Hands freed, I slid mine down his chest and cupped him through his pants. “Sex organs...” I traced my thumb over the faint ridge at the head of his cock. “The glans.”

Ash shuddered and shoved himself into my hand.

I squeezed my hand around the width of him and stroked down, wondering if he was really as big as he felt. “The shaft.”

“What, no cute little word puzzle?” he muttered, his voice hoarse.

“Who needs one?” I smiled up at him, having fun despite the heat that felt like it was going to swallow me whole. I was determined to show him that I wasn't his toy. “Everybody knows what a cock is. Sadly, not everybody knows how to use one. Do you?”

He pressed his mouth to my ear. “Get naked. I’ll show you.”

I was so tempted.

He slid his hand up my thigh and then between, cupping me. “I know something about female anatomy, Miss Gallagher. Shall I demonstrate?”

My eyes almost crossed when he ground the heel of his hand against me, but I still managed to keep myself coherent enough to speak. “By all means. I appreciate the educated lay person.”

“This is your clitoris.” He flicked it lightly through my panties and I shivered.

“Sometimes called the clit. Stroking it, biting it, can bring one hell of a response.” He gave me a wicked smile. “Allow me to demonstrate.”

My wail was cut off by his kiss, his tongue thrusting into my mouth, plundering every inch as he stroked me through my soaked panties. I was going to die if he didn’t bring me to climax.

And he didn’t.

He raised his head to look at me. He slid inside the leg of my panties. He didn’t touch me where I ached to feel him, not yet. “Your mons.”

I shuddered and arched before I could stop myself.

A grin canted his lips up. “Your labia.” He stroked my folds, separating the larger, fuller lips from the smaller to demonstrate that he knew the difference there. Not that I was doubting his knowledge of anatomy. Not anymore.

“And here...” He circled my entrance, dipped the tip of one finger inside. “Your vagina. I prefer cunt or pussy, but I would assume someone as educated as you would want to be technical.”

“We’re not in class.” My voice came out breathy and rough.

“True.”

He dipped his head and bit my nipple through my clothes. To my chagrin, I let out a sound that was very much a squeak.

“That being the case...” Ash thrust two fingers inside me and my body jerked, arching up to ride him. “I want to feel your pussy wrapped around my dick, Toni. And I will. As soon as you beg me.”

I might have, in that moment, with my body throbbing and aching.

But I couldn’t breathe. The need was too much and I couldn't form the words. Shooting my hand down, I caught his wrist and moved against him, harder, faster.

Fuck him and his demands.

He stared at me. “You think you can just...”

I flicked my thumb against my clit and came in a rush, the pleasure coursing through my body as I shuddered beneath him.

For a moment, Ash just stared at me.

Then he started to laugh, a slow, throaty chuckle that made things low in my body throb.

I lay there panting as he sat back on his knees. A look of amused incredulity settled over his face, and I started to snicker. It bloomed into a whoop of laughter when he shook his head, his eyes still hot as he stared at me.

But my amusement faded, fizzled, and then died as he lifted his hand and lazily licked his fingers.

I gulped, heat exploding through me like a series of mini-fireworks. Pop-pop-pop.

“I think next time, I’ll tie you up…”

Next time? I wanted to sneer at him, laugh at him, show him that he had no power over me. But all I could see was myself stretched out underneath hum, my hands tied up, bound to something over my head. My body stripped bare under that hot gaze. I wondered if he'd even ask before slipping the first rope around my wrist.

“Mr. Lang!”

The voice from the hall had us both bolting upright.

Ash was on his feet and moving while I half-rolled, half-fell to the floor.

I fumbled my skirt back into place while Ash strode across the room and yanked the doors closed.

Fuck.

He turned his head to stare at me, and the look in his eyes almost sent me to my knees. It was pure naked lust.

I’d never felt so wanted in my life.

Then there was a fist pounding on the door, breaking the spell. Someone tried to open it. “Mr. Lang!”

“I need a few minutes,” he said, his voice remarkably calm as he kept one hand on the door without looking away from me.

Nice that he could be calm. I couldn’t. Reality had just slammed into me, and as blood rushed to stain my face red, I thought I might be sick.

What had I been thinking?

He was practically my employer! He was Isadora's brother. An obscenely wealthy man who moved in circles I could never even dream of breaking into.

Fuck!

“I…” I swallowed and looked around, feeling strangely lost. “I need a restroom.”

He jerked his head off to the right and I nodded, feeling foolish. I’d known there was a bathroom in there. I’d even used it before. My face was on fire, and my legs were stiff and awkward. They didn’t want to move at all.

I just had to make it to the bathroom. It was only a few feet away, but after what seemed like an age, I finally reached it and ducked inside. Yet when I tried to close the door, a hand stopped me.

I shoved against it and he pushed back.

Gently, but inexorably, he pushed. I was strong – damn strong for a woman who’s five foot nothing – but I didn’t have a chance against a guy his size. Not when it came to strength anyway.

He came inside, his eyes intent on my face.

I drew myself up to my full height. In my heels, it was all of five foot three. But I could cut a man off at the knees with my glare, or so I’d been told. “Excuse me, Mr. Lang. I need to use the restroom.”

“Don’t start that shit again.” He jabbed a finger at me.

“I’m sorry?” Widening my eyes in mock innocence, I pressed a hand to my chest.

That was a bad move.

His eyes immediately fell to my breasts, and in response, my nipples hardened. Fortunately, I’d discovered the beauty of lined bras years ago, yet I still had a feeling he knew exactly what sort of reaction he’d caused.

“Don’t do that,” he said, his voice a rough growl. “I had you all but purring my name. Don’t you dare go back to calling me Mr. Lang in that haughty voice again.”

“Mr. Lang—”

“Don’t!”

The snapping fury in his voice ignited my own temper, and I shoved myself up onto my toes, snapping at him. “Excuse me? You don’t get to talk to me in that tone of voice.” I jabbed him in the chest and had the pleasure of watching his eyes widen. “I’m not your doting baby sister who hasn’t figured out yet that you're a total ass. I’m not your employee to boss around. I’m not your anything.”

“Yeah?” He shot out an arm and yanked me against him.

A startled oomph escaped me as I crashed into his chest. His hard, muscled chest.

Fuck.

I shoved my hands between us and wedged as much distance between us as I could.

“Two minutes ago, you were the woman I was getting ready to have wrapped around my cock, sweetheart.”

The smoky heat in his voice made my heart race.

The potent desire in his eyes made my knees weak.

And the arrogance on his face made me want to punch him in the head.

Curling a hand into a fist, I was seriously considering the last option. Out in the parlor, I heard a woman’s voice and I froze.

It wasn’t Isadora.

It was somebody older – and she sounded scared.

“Mr. Lang?”

Ash shot a fulminating glare at the door, but his voice was level as he said, “Just a couple of minutes, Beth.”

“How about now?” I smiled sweetly and pointed towards the door. I needed him away from me.

“Because we’re not done, Princess.”

I gaped at him. Princess? Had he seriously just called me Princess?

He chuckled, apparently amused by the look he’d seen on my face.

“Did you just call me Princess?”

“Yes.” He scraped the tips of his fingers down his jaw, rasping them over the light growth of stubble. Stubble I'd felt scraping against my skin. “I think it suits you. All damn high and mighty, staring down your nose at me.”

“Oh, really?” I sniffed and raked him up and down with a telling look. “I’m not the one who thinks I can snap my fingers and everybody will come rushing to do my bidding.”

There was a flicker in his eyes.

Out in the parlor, I heard Beth again and she sounded really upset. “Mr. Lang, please…”

I started to move toward the door, but he shoved an arm up, blocking me.

“Beth, two minutes isn’t going to hurt!” He all but shouted it.

Then he bent down, placing his lips next to mine. “What do you think, Princess? If I snap my fingers, will you do my bidding?” The hand he’d curved over my hip slid up, up, up until it was right under my breast. “Because I’m tempted to try. See, I’ve been having these fantasies ever since I first saw you.”

I sucked in a breath.

He lifted a hand, snapped his fingers right between our faces.

I jolted and heat exploded through me. My face burned red.

And my pussy…oh, man. I was so wet and so empty, I ached.

“I want to see you on your knees, Toni,” he said, his voice low and rough and raw. “I want you on your knees with your mouth wrapped around my cock.”

I had to swallow my whimper to keep it from escaping. I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. I just had to keep remembering that he wasn't the kind of guy I wanted. He was an asshole.

I could see it, me on my knees doing exactly what he’d just described. My mouth was practically watering, and I had to fight to keep myself from reaching out and freeing him from his trousers. Running my fingers up, then down his length. Taking him between my lips. Tasting him...

I jumped as a fist pounded on the bathroom door. “Mr. Lang,” Beth said, her voice plaintive. “Please, this is urgent.”

He snarled and spun away, yanking open the door.

The sight of the ugly snarl on his face froze something in me.

But not as much as the sound of the woman’s voice.

Something was wrong.

I’d heard enough bad news in my life to know that.

Before he could yell at her, I cut between them.

She still stared at him. “Mr. Lang—”

“It couldn’t wait two minutes?” he bellowed.

“It’s probably been five,” I snapped, smacking a hand against his chest when he would have advanced. Then I looked back at the woman. Her pale eyes were overly wide, her breath coming too raggedly. And she was swaying.

Hell.

“Come on,” I said gently, slipping my arm around her waist.

She was only a couple of inches taller than me so it wasn’t hard to guide her over to the closet sofa and she practically poured onto it like water.

“If it’s that damn important–”

“Would you stop?” I hissed as I spun around and glared at him. “She’s terrified. She’s about to pass out, you asshat.”

I don’t know if he finally looked at her or if I’d just startled him into shutting up with the asshat insult, but he blinked and scowled, focusing on the woman who sat, weaving back and forth, on the couch. I crouched in front of her and reached out to take her hands. They were cold and clammy and when I checked, her pulse was racing.

“Beth?”

Her eyes focused on mine. They were a startling shade of light blue. “You’re Toni. Isadora’s assistant.” She smiled weakly. “She likes you.”

“Yeah.” The fact that she’d immediately swung to Isadora had my gut turning to ice. I squeezed her hands. “You said something was wrong. What is it, Beth? What’s wrong?”

She swallowed and her gaze tracked up until she was staring at Ashford.

“She’s…” Beth swallowed. She stopped and squeezed her eyes closed.

I tightened my grasp on her fingers. “Beth, tell us.” I put a hard edge into my voice.

It worked.

She steadied and nodded, looking back at me. “I don’t know what happened, ma’am. She was there. Then she wasn’t. She wanted me to bring her a pitcher...” She froze and shot a look at Ash – at Mr. Lang.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake. Isadora likes a pitcher of margaritas every now and then,” he snapped. “I gave her the first one a few months ago. I’d rather she drink here than anywhere else. What, did she pass out? Is that all that’s wrong?”

I could have told him that wasn't it.

Beth started to cry. “No, sir. She’s...sir, I can’t find her!”

He had been standing behind me, apparently content to let me handle the weeping female.

Suddenly though, he was the one in front of Beth. I had somehow been moved aside. I hadn’t been shoved or jostled or even rudely pushed. I was just…moved. He had his hands on the older woman’s shoulders and I could see him almost shaking with the effort of restraining himself.

“What did you say?” he demanded, his voice low.

Beth sniffed. “Sir, I tried to tell you it was urgent. Miss Isadora...she’s gone.”

Continues in Blindfold Vol. 2, release September 25th. Click Here to received an email reminder on release day.

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