Quick & Reckless, page 7
He nodded again. “Yeah, it’s amazing. But they do a fried egg. Scrambled would just be weird. But I’m not seeing fried egg as an option. You think I could request it for more money?”
The idea of a fried egg on a pizza did not sound appealing. Not in the least. She was about to protest and offer up the alternative of green peppers or olives when she caught the reflection of herself in the big window. She was smiling. Warren made her smile. He made her happy. She’d embraced this quick and reckless tryst with open arms, knowing it was exactly what she needed to wipe the memory of Trent and Candy from her mind and start making new memories, start healing. He was introducing her to amazing new things. Shouldn’t she embrace it all? Including the weird pizza toppings?
She huddled up next to him and rested her cheek against his arm. “Sounds weird, but I trust you. If you can find a place that will crack an egg into the middle of a pizza, I’ll try it.”
His grin made her thighs slick and her heart lurch in her chest. “That’s my girl. I love that you’re so open and willing to try new things.” Then his gaze grew avid, and his eyelids dropped to half-mast. “We’re going to make the most of our last night together and try all sorts of new things.”
She clutched his arm. “I can’t wait.”
“This is fucking delicious,” Silver muffled through her third slice of pizza. She swallowed the piece in her mouth before tipping up her glass and taking a sip. The Dial-a-Bottle guy on the phone had suggested Warren mix his root beer with spiced rum. But Silver had never been much of a rum drinker, so she’d asked for a bottle of vodka, too, along with a two-liter of club soda and a couple of lemons. “Who’d have thought a fried egg on pizza would be amazing? The yoke, it’s all creamy and rich. It’s like breakfast on a pizza.”
Warren grinned, his cheek puffy with his own big bite. “Told you. And I had them toss on bacon, too. Everything’s better with bacon.”
Silver nodded. Everything was better with bacon. Everything was better with Warren.
“So, how you feeling?” He bobbed his eyebrows up and down salaciously. “Drunk yet?”
Silver’s toes tingled in her hotel slippers. She was on her third vodka, but she’d poured the last round and had made them doubles. She felt great!
A smile slid onto her lips, and she thrust her arms forward, her wrists together like a criminal waiting to be cuffed. “Shackle me, master. Do with me as you will.”
Warren’s eyes flared blue fire. “Careful, angel.”
She blinked innocently at him. “Why? I trust you. I know my safe word, and I know you won’t do anything to me I won’t like. I agreed to carte blanche and always keep my promises.” His head lifted up, and their eyes met. She knew throwing his words back at him would have a certain effect. What she hadn’t counted on was what exactly that effect would be. The man looked at her like he already had her naked, bound and red-assed. Her nipples pearled beneath his dress shirt, and she crossed her legs and squeezed.
A growl at the back of his throat made her insides turn to mush. “You’re playing with fire,” he said gruffly.
“Didn’t I tell you I’m a closet pyro?” she said, matching his serious tone. “I love nothing more than a good, hot burn.”
His sexy throat undulated. “You’re sure?”
She nodded and pushed her hands out again toward him, waiting to be cuffed. “More than anything I’ve ever been sure of in my life. I need this.”
Warren grabbed his glass of rum and root beer, tipped it back and drained it. Then, still not saying a word or even making eye contact with her, he tidied up the pizza box and leftovers, storing them in the fridge. Silver simply watched him. Watched his big gladiator body move gracefully across the floor, his muscles rippling and bunching beneath his thin white T-shirt. He wore gray sweatpants, too—lingerie for men. Ain’t nothing sexier than a buff man in gray sweats and a tight tee. Her insides tingled.
Finally, his gaze pinned on her. “Another drink?”
She glanced down at her glass. She drained it as she stood up and met him in the kitchen. “Please.”
“I don’t have any toys or tools for punishment here,” he said, refilling her glass and then passing it to her. He topped himself up as well.
Silver’s heart dropped. She hadn’t thought of that. Did that mean it wasn’t going to happen?
He caught her eye and smiled. “But I think I might be able to improvise a bit.” One lone eyebrow lifted just slightly. “You want the full experience?”
I want it all.
Silver nodded.
“Take off your shirt. Get on your knees and stay there until I say otherwise.”
Silver’s mouth dropped open in awe.
The other eyebrow joined the first, and Warren looked at her as if she’d just spoken ill of koalas or something. “Do I need to punish you? You should be on your knees by now.”
Reality snapped her in the back of the neck, and she shook her head, scrambling to draw her shirt over her head while simultaneously sinking to her knees. “No, sir.”
Yes, sir. Yes, please. Punish me.
He watched her drop to her knees, and she averted her gaze. She studied the freckle pattern on the tops of her thighs.
“Good. I’ll be quick. But for now, you can stay there and wonder what I have planned for you.”
“Yes, sir.”
She kept her eyes cast down, but she felt his presence leave the room. Silence beat like a deafening gong in the spacious penthouse living room. She couldn’t even hear him in the bedroom. Not a sound. Soon the pulse raging in her ears drowned out the quiet, and thoughts and ideas ran rampant through her mind. She shifted on her knees and felt her thighs slip against each other. She was wet as a Slip ’N Slide.
He was going to improvise. What exactly did that mean? Use bed sheets to suspend her from the ceiling rather than cables and straps? What was there on hand in the hotel suite to use as a weapon or punishment tool? Her mind continued race, and soon her heart rate was chasing it. Her chest heaved as she knelt there naked, her nipples hard, achy points and her thighs slick with arousal.
She shook her head slightly in disbelief.
He hasn’t even touched me, and I’m already horny as ever and close to orgasm. How can this be?
“What are we shaking our head about?” Warren’s voice was warm-butter smooth, and it wrapped around her body like a velvet cocoon. She paused. Could she speak? “You’re free to speak,” he said, answering her unasked question.
She didn’t lift her head to meet his gaze. She couldn’t. One look from Warren, and Silver was sure she’d come on the spot. “I—I just can’t believe how turned on I am already, and you haven’t even touched me. You haven’t even been in the room, and yet I’m a wreck.”
“Look at me.” He stepped forward. All she could see at first was his sexy bare feet beneath his gray sweatpants. Slowly, as ordered, she lifted her head. Heat pooled between her legs, and her nipples grew even tighter. “What would you like right now?” He came to stand directly in front of her. He’d ditched the T-shirt, and his pants were hanging impossibly low on his hips. That visible line, that Adonis line or Lothario line or whatever you wanted to call it, disappeared beneath the waistband of his pants, beckoning her to follow it with her tongue and see where it went.
Her eyes zeroed in on the bulge in his pants.
“Answer me, Silver. Or I will throw you over my knee and punish you for your insubordination.”
She swallowed and lifted her gaze to his. “I want to take you in my mouth, sir.”
Heat glimmered in his dark blue eyes. “I’d like that, too.” Reaching forward, he fisted her hair into a ponytail at the nape of her neck. She pulled the front of his pants down, revealing his length in all its rigid glory.
“Suck it, Silver,” he said with a low growl, urging her forward with his hand in her hair. She opened her mouth, welcoming him inside. But he didn’t ease his way inside. Instead he took control, gave no quarter and rammed his cock to the back of her throat. Silver’s eyes teared from the impact, but she managed to suppress her gag reflex and hollow out her cheeks. “That’s right, angel. Suck it hard. You love my cock, don’t you?”
She nodded, glancing up at him. “Mhmm.”
“You love it when I ram it inside your sweet little cunt, make you come all over my balls.”
Holy shit, the man could dirty talk. He kept the pace he wanted, guiding her mouth back and forth over his shaft with a dominating force, pulling on her hair until a dull ache tingled her scalp. She did the best she could, allowing him to control and giving him what they both wanted in return. Her tongue swirled up his length as he tugged her hair and brought her mouth down onto him, then when he pulled out, she flicked the tip. She brought one hand up and cupped his balls, squeezing gently, before tugging just hard enough to make him gasp.
“Naughty girl.” He groaned, fisting her hair tighter. Using her nails, she raked them across the smooth skin of his sac. He groaned above her. “More.”
She did it again, feeling them tighten as she took him deep in her mouth. The booze made her brain a little fuzzy, but it also tore down the last of her inhibitions. She’d do anything for Warren and let him do anything to her.
Pulling free of his cock, and not caring about the consequences, Silver ducked her head low and took one of Warren’s balls into her mouth. Her free hand moved up to begin pumping him root to tip. She rolled the soft, hairless ball around in her mouth, sucking and licking, before moving on to the other one. Warren allowed it, groaning in approval as she nipped his inner thigh.
“Dirty girl,” he said breathlessly.
Your dirty girl.
With a pull on her hair, he brought her back, his ball releasing from her lips with an audible pop. “Little bit more.” He grunted, using his free hand to angle himself back into her mouth. She took him gladly. Pre-cum dribbled out onto her tongue, sour with a hint of sweetness. She didn’t mind his flavor one bit and, using her tongue, lapped at the tip before licking him from base to crown and back again. He tugged on her hair a bit, forcing her to look up at him. “You’re going to watch me come,” he said softly. Then, with a flick of his hips, he pushed himself even deeper to the back of her throat and let go.
Warm semen spurted across her tongue and down her throat. She went to close her eyes and revel in the soft canticle of his exultation as he moaned and grunted through his release, but a gruff, “Watch me!” had her eyes flying open again. His face was harsh and wild, almost maniacal, with bared teeth and a surly scowl. Yet at the exact same time, there was a veil of innocence as well. People were always vulnerable when they orgasmed. And nobody’s O-face was pretty. And yet he was allowing her to watch him, to see him vulnerable and without composure. It was humbling and a huge turn-on. Slowly, as the pulsing of his cock in her mouth began to ebb, his face softened, and the look he gave her was heart-melting. If she hadn’t already been on her knees, she would have dropped to them right then and there. It was a look that could only be described as in awe.
“Good girl, my angel,” he purred, releasing her hair and gently, affectionately cupping her cheek. His thumb grazed her lip and pushed down on the bottom one before slipping inside. “Do you miss it already?”
Silver nodded.
“Suck.”
She sucked his thumb just like she had his cock, all the while keeping her eyes open, watching him watch her. It was erotic and dirty and so fucking hot she was ready to come. Her tongue swirled around his thumb and his eyes lit up. His jaw jutted out just slightly, and a soft hue of pink raced across his cheeks.
Damn. He hadn’t been prepared for her to be this into it. Did he think she was going to be tougher to teach? Tougher to train? Silver chuckled to herself as she continued to suck his thumb. Maybe Saturday night when she was a broken bride in a Barbie dress. But not now. Now she was willing and eager to be trained and dominated, punished and pleasured. Liberated. And she trusted Warren. Trusted him more than she trusted most men these days. She needed this.
She was about to shut her eyes and really go to town on his thumb when he pulled it out and hauled her to her feet with warm hands beneath her arms. She was in front of the big floor-to-ceiling windows seconds later. It didn’t bother her anymore that she was naked before a window. Even if people could see in, who cared? Give them a show. Let them watch. This was all part of the new Silver. The reckless Silver. Silver 2.0.
He pushed her up against the window until the cold glass touched her breasts, causing her nipples to pearl even harder. Her breath caught from the chill. Gently, but not without force, he kneed her legs wide apart, then he lifted each arm until she was spread-eagle and making a giant X with her body against the window.
“Stay like that. don’t move,” he ordered. Then he left.
Silver gazed down at the street and city below. It was another warm summer night in Vancouver, roughly ten o’clock. The sky was a wash of pinks and purples as the sun sank the rest of the way down over the islands to the west, leaving skyscrapers as nothing more than shadows. Directly below, cars whizzed by and pedestrians were still out in full force, enjoying the ebb in the summer heat. It didn’t matter that it was a Monday night; Vancouver was always alive, always buzzing. Nearby, a few other hotels and towers stared back at her, but nothing was as high or impressive as The Windward Pacific Vancouver. Silver was on top of the world.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight,” Warren said, rejoining her back in the living room. “I can’t wait to make that ass good and pink.”
She craned her neck around to try to catch a glimpse of whatever makeshift kinky paraphernalia he was able to come up with, but she couldn’t see. And the reflection of him in the window proved futile as well.
“Don’t worry, I don’t have anything too crazy. This hotel suite left much to be desired in the ways of MacGyvering some torture devices.” His chuckle swept over her body as if it had been his tongue, and she shivered against the glass in anticipation. Her arms were growing weary from having to be up and spread, but she daren’t move or put them down. She’d never been punished before, and as much as she wanted to be, she was still a touch nervous. Suddenly, he stood behind her. “Liquid courage.” He held her chin with one hand and tipped her glass up with another. The vodka and lemon tasted refreshing, sliding down her throat like cool silk.
“Thank you.”
He nodded and simply offered her more. She finished the glass and exhaled, not realizing how badly she’d needed that. Yet, Warren always seemed to know exactly what she needed. From the moment they’d met, he’d been in tune to her needs. From food to orgasms, the bath, sleep, it was never-ending. He knew her better than most. But how? They’d known each other for all of two days, and most of that had been orgasm-filled. And yet, somehow, he did. He knew her. He got her.
Warren set the glass down on the coffee table behind him and reached for something, then he joined her back at the window and slid a soft, white, terry-cloth loop around her wrist. Then he walked a few paces to the corner of the window and, not even needing to stand on tiptoe, managed to fasten it somewhere near the top. He repeated the process on her other arm, and again on her legs, until Silver was literally stretched, spread as wide as she could go, up against the window.
“Luckily, there were several robes hanging in the closet,” Warren started. “I had to tie a few robe sashes together, and then use a couple of my ties to make them long enough, but I think these will work. Let me know if they begin to chafe.”
Silver tested the ropes, but they held. She was immobilized. She was trapped. And she loved it.
“Have you ever been spanked before, Silver?” Warren asked. She could tell he paced behind her. Not only could she see his reflection in the window, but his voice kept drifting from one side of the room to the other.
She shook her head. “No, sir.”
“Have you ever had a cock in your ass?”
She swallowed and her pussy clenched.
“No, sir.”
Did he just groan behind her? Yep. That was definitely a groan.
“B-but, I’d like for you to change that, sir,” she said, chastising herself for her stammer and how unsure it probably made her sound. As much as she was nervous, she was ten times more excited and turned on by the idea. Warren had opened her eyes to the dark side, and now there was no turning back.
Another groan, this time she was sure of it. He was behind her in seconds, his breath warm on her shoulder before teeth sank in, causing her to hiss out in pain. Something smooth and hard ran down the length of her spine, stopping at the top of her ass.
“Baby,” he said softly, his lips a buzz against her heated skin, “I’d love nothing more than to take your ass. Claim it. But I’m not sure you’re ready. And if you’re not, I won’t do it. I won’t hurt you.”
She mewled at how his whisper of a touch, his kind and caring words made her whole body ignite into a fiery need. If he didn’t get down to business soon, she would come from his voice, his smell alone.
A finger, not whatever object he’d danced down her spine, drew down the crease of her ass and deeper. One finger, and then two grazed her pussy lips. She was swollen and needy.
“So fucking wet,” he murmured. “You’re fucking soaked.” He swirled his fingers around her center, brushing her clit just enough to make her mouth part in a silent cry, before pulling them free. Those fingers trailed back up between her cheeks, stopping right in front of where she wanted them most. He pushed one inside, and she moaned, thrusting back to make him go deeper. She couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t stop the feelings that were stirring inside of her. The feelings he stirred.
But before she could get too comfortable, too close to release, he pulled out, and something hard and thin hit her square across both butt cheeks.
She yelped, squirming against her restraints to get away from the pain. Only that pushed her front harder against the cool glass, and she immediately pulled away from that as well. Warmth bloomed from the point of impact and spread through her like a mulled wine. She felt it in her toes, her arms. Another hard whack, this time to the backs of her thighs. She yelped again, unable to control herself from wriggling and pulling on the bonds that kept her in place for all the world to see. Her eyes drifted around the world in front of her and landed on a window across the road and a few floors down. Someone stood there—watching.
