Satisfying Their Racy Desires [Racy Nights 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  When he walked back into the kitchen his eyes grew wide as he saw her holding the wooden spoon. “What are you planning to do with that?”

  “Nothing. But I thought you might want to. I moved, after all.”

  The grin that spread across his face was so full of raw lust that Annalise nearly came again. “Yes, you did.” He tossed several condom wrappers on the counter and pulled her into his arms, kissing her rough and deep. She welcomed the assault of his lips and tongue, and clung to his warm strong body as wave after wave of desire coursed through her. When he grabbed her ass cheeks she moaned loudly.

  He released the kiss and spun her around, wrapped one arm around her waist and bent her over the built-in desk. The first smacks on her ass cheeks didn’t really sting, but the jolt of electricity they sent straight to her nipples and clit had her crying out with pleasure. He massaged her ass cheeks and struck them with the spoon again several times, alternating cheeks, and soon a delicious warmth spread through her limbs.

  “Are you going to stay where I put you?” he asked, his voice warm, sexy and full of humor.

  “I’m not sure.”

  “Oh, I see. You’re a brat.” He gave each ass cheek five hard smacks each with the spoon, and Annalise felt like she was floating above the scene, watching. It was the most erotic thing that had ever happened to her because it was completely unexpected. She wanted more.

  “Annalise…I can’t wait any longer.”

  “Me either.”

  Dustin put the spoon on the desk next to her and rubbed his dick against her ass cheeks. She groaned out loud and pushed her hips back against him. He moved away for a second, and she heard him open a condom wrapper. She was so excited that she could hardly breathe. He kissed her neck, her back, and her ass cheeks, and then gently leaned her over farther so that her ass was up in the air. “I’m going to fuck your delicious pussy until you tell me to stop, Annalise.”

  “Oh, yes…yes, I want that.”

  He slid two fingers into her from behind and rubbed her clit with two fingers from the other hand until she nearly climaxed again. Annalise screamed and cried out, wiggling her ass and begging him to fuck her. When he finally slid his dick into her pussy, there was a brief flash of pain, but it quickly dissipated and she was filled with the most exquisite pleasure she’d ever had.

  He was thick and long, and his thrusting hit all the right spots. His fingers on her clit knew exactly what to do as he fucked her, gently at first, and then rough and deep as her orgasm began. His other hand pressed firmly against her lower back, holding her down. Annalise found that so dominant she was overcome with excitement. When he moved it to smack her ass cheeks with the spoon again while he fucked her, she cried out until her throat was raw.

  Her pussy was sore, her ass cheeks were on fire, and her clit throbbed to the point of pain. The contractions of her climax didn’t show any signs of stopping, and she didn’t want them to. She’d never been fucked like this. She’d stay here all night, bent over the desk, and let him take her again and again if that’s what he wanted to do.

  “You feel incredible…please tell me you like this.”

  “Oh, Dustin…don’t stop. It’s unbelievable.” When the next orgasm tore through her, he groaned loudly and dropped the spoon. His thrusting increased, and soon his own cries joined hers. When he finished, they stayed still for long moments, their breathing slowly returning to normal. Dustin pulled out, tossed his used condom on the floor, and then picked her up in his arms.

  The look he gave her was full of admiration and lust. “I have four more rooms up here, and I’m going to fuck you in each of them.”

  Chapter Five

  Dustin’s dick twitched at the look of raw lust on her pretty face. When she scooped up the other condom packets from the counter as he carried her past it, his heart gave a strange lurch. Why had it taken him so long to talk to Annalise? He hoped she knew this wasn’t just a one-night stand for him. As he laid her on the sofa in the living room, a terrible thought occurred to him. What if it was for her? What if she wasn’t interested in seeing him again?

  He didn’t have a chance to climb on top of her because she sat up and grabbed his ass cheeks, drawing his still-limp dick toward her face. He groaned loudly as she began to lick it in long slow strokes. “Jesus…Annalise that feels incredible.”

  She made a satisfied noise in the back of her throat. “Tastes pretty incredible, too.”

  Before he could even try to formulate a way to tell her that he wanted to see her again, she took his dick into her mouth and began to move her lips over it, up and down the shaft, while at the same time massaging his balls.

  “Oh Christ…” There was no blood above his waist. Thought was impossible. All he could do was hold her head while she gave him the most amazing blow job he’d ever had. His dick was rock hard within minutes, and after she’d nearly licked and sucked him until he came again, she glanced up at him with a wicked grin on her face.

  “Do you want me to keep going, Dustin? I don’t mind.”

  “Oh, God…um…not tonight. Tonight I want to be inside your pussy again.”

  She fell back against the sofa and put her hands over her head, spreading her legs. Her ripe breasts bounced slightly as she fell back, and he couldn’t stop staring at her pussy, wet and dark and ready for him again. He’d never seen a woman so aroused. She was every fantasy he’d ever had, rolled into one curvy, dark-haired beauty. It was almost unbelievable that she’d chosen Racy of all places to move to, but he wasn’t about to argue with fate.

  “Dustin, do you have any ties?”

  “Huh?” His brain was mush. What the hell had she just asked him?

  “Ties, as in neckties. Do you have any? I’m assuming of course that you don’t have bondage equipment, but if you do…”

  Bondage equipment? Oh, Lord…she wanted him to tie her up. The wooden spoon paddling had been a huge risk for him to take, but then again she’d initiated it. Considering what they’d told each other about their past, he didn’t think she’d want to try anything kinky. But how could he say “no” to her? He didn’t want to. He wanted to do anything and everything with her. It was time to banish bad memories and replace them with new, erotic ones.

  His cock twitched like it was about to explode, and he was suddenly transported back to ninth grade and his ill-fated attempt to lose his virginity. Mollie McCree, Maddox’s sister, had graciously consented to offer her voluptuous body to Dustin. Unfortunately as soon as Mollie bared her D cup breasts, Dustin’s dick had twitched just like it was doing now, right before it let loose inside his tighty whities.

  Dustin had been so humiliated he’d had trouble getting an erection for days. Mollie had been so mortified she barely made eye contact with him again. But Annalise wasn’t Mollie, and this wasn’t ninth grade. Annalise hadn’t been paying lip service to her past experience with BDSM. She was into it. It was more than he could ever have hoped for. “Stay right here. And I mean it this time.”

  She giggled and gave him a grin that he knew meant she had no intention of obeying him. It made him more excited than he could put into words that she was such a brat. He opened the top drawer of his dresser and pulled out every necktie he owned. How he wished he hadn’t tossed out all his toys in a fit of despair three years ago. Now he’d have to go into Tye Me Up and buy more. Maybe. The idea of doing that in this town made him nearly break out in hives.

  Annalise was still stretched out on her back when he returned. The ties slipped from his hands as he watched her rub her clit with two fingers. Her other arm was above her head, one foot was on the floor, and the opposite leg was thrown over the back of the sofa. He noticed for the first time that her toenails were painted a pretty shade of crimson, and her fingernails matched. Had she done that for their date? He couldn’t remember seeing her nails painted while she was working at the bar.

  Her eyes were closed. He suspected she knew he was there, and the fact that she kept going anyway was so delicio
us that it was all he could do not to cross the room and fuck her silly. He watched her inch closer to an orgasm. She didn’t appear to be faking, but then the only woman he’d ever watched come was Susan, so what did he know?

  Annalise’s moans became loud cries. His dick was throbbing now, and he stroked it as she rubbed harder, arching her back and writhing on the sofa. Her pussy was so wet he could hear the noises it made from across the room. The skin around it took on that dark, smoky color he loved so much. That look said it all. It meant blood rushed to the area, and he knew if he were closer her smell would be different. Her pussy would be hot to the touch, and it would taste musky. If he were to plunge his dick inside it right now, the walls would contract around it until he couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Annalise…” He hadn’t meant to speak, but he couldn’t stand one more second of watching her. He had to fuck her again.

  She opened her beautiful eyes and the corners of her mouth turned up. “Pick those up and come over here, Dustin. I want you to tie me up and fuck me until I can’t walk anymore.”

  That was all it took. With superhuman strength Dustin didn’t know he had, he picked up the ties he’d dropped and walked to the arm where she had one hand outstretched, waiting for him. “Give me your other hand, Annalise.”

  “But how will I play with myself?”

  That grin…he couldn’t even think when she turned it in his direction. Without thinking about it first, he lightly smacked her left nipple, eliciting a surprised yelp. He watched her face carefully. She wasn’t upset. In fact, she liked it. Jackpot. “Give me your hand or I’ll get that wooden spoon again and paddle your tits, and then I’ll paddle your pussy with it.”

  For about two seconds he was certain she was going to resist again, and the idea of her letting him paddle her tits and pussy with a wooden spoon was so erotic and daring that he almost came. She moved her hand to join the other one and he tied her wrists together. His fingers trembled.

  “You know,” she said in a soft smoky voice, “you could bring that spoon in here anyway…just in case I decide to disobey you.”

  That was it. He was going to take her to Tye Me Up, and they’d buy one of everything in the damn shop together. Fuck what anyone in this town said about it.

  * * * *

  Annalise wished he’d tied her tighter, but it would do for a start. If she’d known how this evening was going to end, she’d have raided Kari and Alexa’s shop first. Dustin was seriously the sexiest man she’d ever met. Jim had hated her brattiness, even going so far as to blame their failed marriage on it. But Dustin didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he was turned on by it.

  He kissed her on the tip of her nose. “I’ll be right back, Annalise. Are you okay with me leaving you here for a second?”

  She swallowed hard against the sudden lump in her throat. Jim had left her alone in heavy bondage more than once, and hadn’t given a shit about it at all. She nodded because she knew if she spoke, her voice would shake, and she didn’t want him to think she was afraid or upset about anything. Far from it. This was heaven. She didn’t want to leave this cozy apartment over the clinic.

  When he returned, he carried not only the wooden spoon but a metal spatula. Annalise moaned, but he merely grinned at her, letting his gaze rove over her body. “You’re fucking gorgeous. I hope you know that.”

  “Dustin, thank you. I think you are, too.” It was true. He was absolutely beautiful.

  He knelt next to her and gave the tie around her wrists a small tug. “Not very effective, are they?”

  “No, but I like it. Still, it’s too bad that Kari and Alexa don’t deliver.”

  His eyes widened for a second. “Are you a mind reader? I was thinking about their store as well.”

  She laughed. “Guess we both have the same thing on our minds.”

  “The only thing on my mind right now is what to tie your legs to.” He glanced around the sofa, and then snapped his fingers. “I have it.” He untied her wrists and asked her to grasp her ankles, legs spread. She did, and he tied each wrist to an ankle.

  When he stepped back to admire his handiwork, Annalise couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m not making fun of you,” she said. “This is just so…so perfect.”

  “Annalise, you make me feel like the biggest stud on the planet. But it’s still not quite right.” He retrieved a sofa pillow from the floor and pushed it under her hips. The result was that her breasts, pussy and ass were now exposed to him, and she was helpless. “Now it’s perfect.”

  He kissed her, and Annalise was so aroused that she found it difficult to breathe. When his lips found her nipples, she cried out in pleasure. He moved down to lick her pussy again and she squirmed against the ties, but he’d done it right this time and she couldn’t break free.

  Dustin picked up the wooden spoon and spatula and towered over her. “You’re my prisoner, Annalise. What are you going to do about that?”

  “Nothing, apparently.”

  “That’s right. Nothing.” He smacked her ass with the spatula, and she jumped. It stung, but of course she wanted him to do it again. When he tapped her pussy with it, she moaned and closed her eyes. It was exquisite. He alternated taps on her nipples, her pussy, and each ass cheek with the spatula, and then he switched to the spoon.

  “Open your eyes,” he said softly. “They’re so pretty.”

  Annalise had never had so many compliments from a man in such a short space of time. Did he mean them? The look in his eyes held no hint of insincerity. He kept up a steady rhythm of paddling with both utensils, and soon her nipples were aching, her pussy was so wet she was certain his sofa cushions would be stained, and her ass cheeks began to burn.

  When he dropped the utensils and crawled between her legs, she began to moan again. He put on a condom and plunged his dick into her pussy. With one hand, he kneaded her breasts, and with the other one he rubbed her clit. A blinding orgasm overtook her so quickly that she became dizzy. Colored lights exploded inside her head, and still he kept fucking her. She didn’t think he was going to stop, and she was amazed by his stamina.

  “You feel so fucking good, Annalise. Please tell me this is good for you.”

  “Perfect…perfect.” She could barely speak. Thought was impossible.

  He untied her and asked her to get on her hands and knees. He had to help her because her limbs were shaking. He slipped his dick into her pussy from behind, and when he fingered the opening to her anus, Annalise cried out.

  “I don’t have any anal lube,” he said, pulling his dick out of her pussy. “But you do.” He swirled his finger around her wetness, and then he slid his dick inside her again. His finger was wet as he gently inserted it into her ass, and Annalise moaned loudly in pleasure. When he reached underneath with the other hand to play with her clit, she shook her head back and forth. She was going to come again.

  “You have the sexiest ass I’ve even seen.”

  That did it. No one had ever called her ass “sexy.” “Fat,” yes. “Bigger than a house,” definitely. But “sexy”? No way.

  Annalise’s orgasm was so strong that she had to rest her head against the sofa cushions. Dustin’s thrusting was like a piston, pumping inside her sore pussy with so much speed and force she couldn’t process it. When he came, his cries filled the room. He took off his condom and pulled her into his arms, stroking her hair and back.

  “Stay with me tonight, Annalise. I want to hold you while I sleep.” He took her hand and helped her stand up. “My bedroom is this way.”

  She used the bathroom first, and then she crawled into his open arms, nestling next to his body in a soft bed. He pulled the covers over them and cradled her against his body, so warm and strong. He kissed her gently on the head. “Tomorrow morning I’m going to make love to you in here, and then in the other rooms.”

  Chapter Six

  Chad sat on a stool at the counter in Nan’s Place waiting for Dustin, like he did every Saturday morning, but he never showed. Th
ey’d been having meals together in this greasy diner for so long that Emma Falcon, the original Nan’s granddaughter and current owner, began to joke that they might as well be a couple. Chad knew she was only kidding him, but inwardly he winced at the realization that the people in this town thought his love life had been reduced to sharing meals with the town vet.

  Not that he could blame people. He’d distanced himself over the years so much that an aura of mystery shrouded him, and he knew that. It gave him distinct advantages as a cop, but was hell on his social life.

  Perhaps all that was about to change? Annalise Kerr had agreed to go out with him. That was more than he’d been able to accomplish with most other women in this town. They were all a bit afraid of him, and it was his own fault, but it’s not like he could simply turn back time and erase the image he’d built. But Annalise didn’t know his past and perhaps he could keep it that way?

  He’d been fascinated with Annalise ever since first spotting her in Luke’s Bar two months ago. He hadn’t been able to learn much about her other than she’d moved to Racy just before Christmas. He’d thought it odd at the time, and had asked other questions, but her past had been a mystery to the residents of Racy.

  He hadn’t been able to stop staring at her large, dark, expressive eyes. They’d drawn him in and hadn’t let him go. He’d finally summoned up the nerve to ask her out yesterday morning after she nearly struck his cruiser partly because he’d felt like an idiot staring at her, making small talk about nothing just to keep her from leaving. He’d become convinced that it had been fate, not merely the result of her not paying attention to what she’d been doing.

  He finally ordered breakfast and left another voice mail message for Dustin, hoping nothing was wrong. He might swing by and check on him later, but not this morning. He had a full caseload, and work beckoned.

  He was sipping coffee when the bell over the door clanged and he heard Maddox McCree’s voice, followed by Sean Brennan’s. He would never get used to the idea of seeing both men with Julie Carruthers. They must have spotted him, because a hand clapped him on the back and Sean slid onto the stool to his right.