Carnal Urges (Queens & Monsters Book 2)

Iset her down next to the shower, tell her to stay where I’ve put her, then get a pair of scissors from one of the drawers under the sink. I use them to cut the remains of her shredded shirt from around her wrists and the handcuffs, put the scissors aside and pull off her panties, then turn on the shower.

I strip.

She watches me remove the rest of my clothing with a wild look in her eyes. The pulse in the side of her throat hammers. She looks like she might bolt any second.

But she remains still and silent. Beautiful and bound. My brave hellcat Venus in chains.

My dick is so hard for her.

She looks at it with wide, greedy eyes. “Thank god.”

“For what?”

“Never mind.”

I pull her against my chest and kiss her, wrapping a hand around her throat and fisting the other in her hair. The shiver of pleasure that runs through her body makes me feel ravenous.

I say, “Here are the rules.”

Her laugh is throaty and scornful. She stops laughing when I slap her bare arse.

“The rules,” I begin again, relishing the small, involuntary moan that slipped from her lips when I spanked her. “Number one: total obedience, or you’ll be punished. And not in the good way.”

Her eyes are machetes. Revving chainsaws. Sharpened swords held aloft with a battle cry. I wouldn’t expect anything less.

“Number two: total honesty. If I ask you if you like something I’m doing, I expect an honest answer. If you don’t like it, if you’re uncomfortable or unsure, tell me. This isn’t about me. It’s about us. It has to work for both of us, or it isn’t a turn-on for me. I don’t want to do anything you don’t like.”

The fury in her eyes cools. It’s replaced with a sweet sort of hesitancy, like she hopes I’m telling the truth but can’t decide if I am or not.

My voice softer, I say, “Number three: total trust.”

She swallows. A panicked look replaces the hesitant one.

“I know that will be the hardest for you. Even more than you hate to be told what to do, you hate being vulnerable. Correct?”

After a moment, she nods.

She looks truly frightened now, the first time I’ve seen this from her. Kidnap her in a blaze of gunfire or tell her there’s a good chance she could die from a brain clot, no big deal. But ask her to open her heart, even for a night, and she reacts like a cornered wolf.

I wrap my arms around her and hold her tight. “It’s the same for me. The exact same. That’s why you have my word I’ll earn that trust and never break it.”

“You can’t promise that. You can’t say ‘never’ and mean it.”

Stroking her hair away from her face, I say, “I can. And I do. But if you can’t trust me, I understand. All this will end now if you want it to.”

I lower my head and kiss her gently. “You’re the one in control here, lass. We’d just be pretending otherwise for a while.”

She searches my face for any sign of dishonesty. “Trust, huh?”

“Aye.”

“And honesty?”

“Aye.”

“Okay. You go first. Do you really think I look like a camel?’

“No. I think you look like Rockefeller Center at Christmas, Japan in cherry blossom season, and the thousand vivid shades of green in the wild moors of Northern Ireland, all rolled into one.”

Her lips part. Her eyes shine. Her throat works as she swallows. Then she says in a choked voice, “Finally, you’re making some sense,” and rises up on her toes to kiss me.

All of who I am meets her in that kiss.

Everything inside me expands at the same time it unravels, leaving me bigger than before, but also more exposed. I’m thousands of acres of unplanted farmland, and she’s the plow that’s upturned me and tilled new seeds into my dusty soil.

My heart and body aching, I lead her into the shower.

Turning her so her back is to the spray, I grab the shampoo bottle and pour a dollop into my hand. “Tilt your head back. Hands on my chest.”

She complies without hesitation, flattening her palms over my chest and closing her eyes as she lets the water run through her hair.

When it’s all wet, I move the showerhead to one side. Then I work the shampoo through her hair, massaging her scalp. She leans into me, sighing.

I bend my head and whisper into her ear, “Good girl.”

She makes a little noise of frustration. I know what she wants.

“You can speak.”

“Thank you. God, I can’t believe I said that. I’m never submissive. This is so weird.”

Watching her face, I move one hand between her legs and slide my soapy fingers through her folds. When she gasps, I say, “So weird you want me to stop?”

“If you do, I’ll kill you.”

“That’s what I thought. Now be quiet. Get out of your head. Just let your body feel this.”

I slide my thumb back and forth over her clit and kiss her. She shudders and digs her fingernails into my chest. When I pinch her clit between two fingers, she makes a desperate little noise deep in her throat.

I want so badly to pick her up, pin her against the shower wall, and fuck her. Hard. But I manage to control myself and rinse the shampoo from her hair instead.

When I do finally shove my dick inside her, I want her so wound up, she’ll come in instant convulsions, screaming my name.

I don’t know how much time I have before she decides this wicked game we’re playing is too much and shuts down completely.

I grab a bar of soap, turn her around, pull her back against me, and start to wash her body. Neck, chest, breasts, belly. Arms, underarms, hips. With an arm wound around her waist, I wash her arse, kissing her neck as I knead my fingers into her luscious flesh. She drops her head back against my shoulder and exhales a slow, ragged breath.

“Sweet girl,” I growl against her throat. “My pretty captive. You’re going to let me do anything I want to this gorgeous body. I’ll taste you and tease you and fuck you. I’ll spank you and give you my marks. I’ll make you get on your knees and take my cock down your throat. I’ll bind you and blindfold you, probably gag you with my tie, too. And I’ll make you come, over and over. I’ll make you glad you let yourself submit. Are you ready?”

Her breathing is shallow and uneven. Her nipples are taut. She’s a live wire in my arms, thrumming with electricity, every nerve alight, attuned to me. I feel the fight inside her, feel her struggle to let go and give in to me because I’ve asked her to, and fire floods my veins.

She whispers, “Yes. Please be careful. I think you could break me if you’re not.”

Then she exhales and relaxes against me, surrendering.

A surge of exhilaration makes my heartbeat take off at a thundering gallop. I wrap a hand around her throat. “You’re perfect. Nothing is more perfect than you are, right now. Give me your mouth.”

She turns her head and lets me ravage her mouth until she’s shaking.

I quickly wash my own body, then rinse the soap from us both. Then I bend her over the tile bench that runs along one side of the shower wall and spank her.

My hand wrapped firmly around the back of her neck, I spank her arse until its bright red, every so often stopping to fondle her drenched pussy and rub my fingertips over her swollen clit.

She takes it silently, head hanging down and legs shaking, until finally she lets out a long, low moan.

She’s close to orgasm. My cock throbs with the need to take her.

Breathing hard, I say, “I might need to reconsider the order of events. How hungry are you?”

Her only response is a whimper.

I grab the showerhead from the wall and set the spray to pulse. Then I put it between her legs, take her jaw in my hand and turn her face toward me, and command, “Suck.”

The crown of my cock nudges her lips. She opens her mouth without hesitation. I flex my hips forward, sliding into wet heat. She starts to suckle me.

Her mouth is heaven.

With every thrust of my hips, she opens her throat wide and takes my shaft all the way in. When I withdraw, she swirls her tongue around the head and licks the slit. I watch her suck me, pleasure pulsing in my cock, pressure building in my balls, until she moans again, her whole body shuddering.

I move the pulsing spray away from her pussy. Panting, I say, “Don’t come. Not yet.”

She looks up at me with hazy, unfocused eyes, licking her lips.

I’ve never seen anything so beautiful.

I turn off the water, grab a towel, pull her upright, and dry her off. She stands silent as I finish, then watches, blinking slowly, as I dry myself. She looks like she’s in a trance.

I pick her up and carry her to the bed. “Arms over your head. Spread your legs.”

She complies instantly.

Bloody hell, that makes me even harder.

Standing at the edge of the bed, I stare at her naked body and slowly stroke my shaft. Lying very still, she watches as I kneel between her spread legs.

When I apply my mouth to her pussy, she arches off the bed and groans brokenly. When I reach up and pinch her rigid nipples, she shivers. I gently suck her clit, and she breathes my name.

The way she responds to me makes me feel like a king, an animal, and a lovestruck teenager, all at once. The feeling is instantly addictive.

I want more.

I finger fuck her and lick her delicious wet cunt until she’s writhing against my face and almost sobbing with the effort not to come.

“Such a good girl.” I yank open the drawer in the nightstand. I dig out a condom from its box, tear off the wrapper, roll it on my throbbing cock with shaking hands.

Then I roll her onto her belly and spank her again.

She jerks, moaning with every stinging strike of my open palm, her hips rocking, until she starts to beg. “Please! Please! Declan, god, please I’m so close—”

“You know what to say.”

“What? No, I don’t.”

My voice dark, I say, “Aye. You know what to call me. Say it.”

She’s silent. Out of her body and back up into her head.

Defying me.

I reach under and pinch her clit, tugging gently at the engorged little bud. “Say it.”

She sucks in a breath, holds it for a split second, then lets it out in a rush. Along with it goes her resistance. She blurts, “Sir, please let me come.”

Good god, the rush of adrenaline that courses through my body should kill me.

I roll her onto her back, take my jutting cock in one hand, and rub it up and down through her soaked folds. Looking into her eyes, I growl, “Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

It’s barely even a whisper, but I heard it. So did my cock. A surge of electricity shoots from my balls to the crown.

I grab her hips and shove my dick deep inside her.

We groan at the same time. Then Sloane stars to buck frantically underneath me, fucking herself onto my cock, desperate for release. I give her my weight, fist a hand in her hair, and close the other around her throat.

Into her ear, I say gruffly, “Don’t forget it, beautiful captive. You’re mine. Now, come.”

Her entire body jerks. She cries out. Arching against me as I drive into her over and over, her pussy clenching around my cock, she sobs my name. I test one of her hard nipples with my teeth, and she screams it.

My body reacts to that like I’ve been struck by lightning.

There’s scorching heat and a crackling current, a sense of danger rippling beneath the awe. Though we agreed this thing between us is a short-term negotiation, it has the raw and uncontrollable power of nature sizzling through it, a blinding white burn of energy that’s as beautiful as it is perilous.

A force powerful enough to end your life.

I kiss her breasts to smother my moan of despair. I know she’ll be able to walk away from this raging storm unscathed, but I doubt I’ll be so lucky.

If I’m being honest with myself, I knew it from day one.

I crush my mouth to hers and kiss her as I climax, tumbling off a cliff of pure pleasure, falling down toward the crashing waves and rocky shore far below, where I shatter into a million tiny pieces, all of them hers.