Chapter Seven

River Thomas

“Fired?” I gasp.

“Yes, River, fired. I can’t work with you. Not knowing what you sound like when you come. I have dreams about the sounds you make. How am I supposed to remain professional? And I know I won’t be able to let you work with another man in my building.” He tries to explain his rationale to me. “I can’t be your boss knowing what you hide beneath those perfectly acceptable work suits.”

“So, you’re punishing me?” I ask, sadness coloring my tone.

“No, River, if I wanted to punish you, we wouldn’t be talking.”

I push against his chest trying to get away from the wall, away from him. “It sure feels like a punishment. I have a good job at a prestigious firm and now I’m being fired.”

“Yes.” He nods. “But I will find you another job. A better job.”

“Really?” I raise an eyebrow. “Why would you do that?”

“Because I can’t fuck my employee and I really want to bury my cock deep inside you,” he answers crowding me against the wall again, his finger tracing my cleavage lightly. “God knows I should walk away from you. I have already been the cause of you getting hurt, but I can’t. All I can think about is tying you to my bed and fucking you until you cry.”

A whimper leaves me, my pussy clenching down on nothing. The image he conjures with his words is pulled directly from my fantasies and he knows it.

“I want to show you the kind of marks I would leave on your body.” His lips are close to my ear, his hard cock digging into my stomach. “I want you begging for more.”

“Carter…” I’m breathless and more than a little aroused.

“Say yes, River. Accept that you’re fired and let me take control.” He runs his nose down my neck, inhaling me deeply. A finger ghosts across my left nipple and my damn knees nearly buckle beneath me.

“And if I don’t?” I challenge.

I know I’m going to say yes, even if he doesn’t help me get a new job. This is what I wanted. I want someone to take my control from me. I want him to pleasure me, use my body, push me to limits I didn’t even know I had. I’m just being a brat.

“We are going to be here for a week, River. Do you really think you can hold out that long?” His voice is almost a purr in my ear.

He presses his jean-clad thigh between mine, rubbing the fabric against my overly sensitive pussy. My head falls back against the wall, and I moan loudly at the contact. Maybe there is something wrong with me after all. How can I be so wildly turned on by Carter when I almost died this morning? How can I trust this man, essentially a stranger, with my safety after someone I thought I love almost killed me?

“I can feel the heat coming off that juicy cunt,” he growls before nipping my ear, pressing his thigh against my sex harder. “I can smell your arousal and it is driving me insane.”

I have never been the type of girl who liked a vulgar man, but it seems Carter is the exception. His dirty-talking mouth is only working me up more.

“Say yes, River,” he whispers into my ear. “This is what we both want.”

“Yes,” I moan writhing on his thigh like the wanton slut I apparently am. “Yes, Carter.”

“Thank fuck,” he replies pushing my robe off my shoulders and letting it pool at our feet.

He doesn’t waste any time dropping to his knees in front of me. His hungry gaze takes in every inch of my exposed skin. Carter covers my sex with his mouth and worships me with his tongue.

I always thought I didn’t enjoy oral sex. Turns out, the guy I was with was just doing it wrong. It feels like mere seconds before my orgasm crashes over me, stealing the breath from my lungs. I have my hands thrust into his hair, twisting the strands in my fingers.

“Again,” Carter rumbles against my sex when I try to pull his head away.

“It’s too much.”

“It’s not, and we are only getting started.”

Carter bites the inside of my thigh, and the pleasure/pain combination makes my pussy flutter. His fingers delve into my sex, prying my lips apart before he blows on my oversensitive clit. Jesus Christ. What the fuck is he doing to me?

“Carter,” I moan loudly, clawing at the t-shirt he is wearing.

“I fucking love hearing you moan my name.”

His lips suction around my clit, his tongue flicking quickly over the little bundle of nerves. Grabbing the back of his head I press him deeper into my sex, rubbing myself all over his handsome face.

The image of this mountain of a man, this dominant shifter, on his knees between my leg has me clenching my thighs around his head. Carter slides two fingers inside me, pumping harshly, drawing more sounds from my lips. My ligress purrs loudly in my mind as my orgasm crests and slams into me.

“Carter!”

****

Carter Lawson

She goes off like a fucking firework. I barely had to touch her, and she was done for. I feast at her pussy like the fucking fiend I am. I know what she wants, and I will give it to her, but this is for me. She tugs at my hair, trying to tilt my head but I don’t care. She can pull it all out by the roots, I’m not fucking moving until she comes again.

“Carter,” she moans loudly and my tiger roars with pride, knowing we are bringing her this pleasure. We are causing our mate to moan in abandon.

I thrust two fingers into her slick channel and that’s all it takes for her pussy to contract with her second orgasm. She moans loudly, pushing harder against my face with her sex. Her body twitches and spasms and I lick her until she is pliant in my arms. Slowly I lower her leg to the ground and rise to my full height. River has a dazed look on her face and a satisfied smile caressing her lips.

“Are you still with me?”

She nods and I take my chance and fuse my lips to hers. The kiss isn’t soft or exploratory. No, this kiss is a dark promise of things to come.

“Go to the master bedroom and wait for me as we discussed,” I say as I caress her neck.

“Now?” she asks looking shocked.

“I’m nowhere near done with you, my pretty little ligress.”

River stares at me with wide eyes and I wonder if it’s too much for her. I need her with me every step of the way. Her cum is still glistening on my lips, her smell and taste intoxicating me. The need to fuck her, to claim her, to mark her as mine rides me hard. The thought shocks and scares me.

Claim her? Do I want to keep her?

My tiger roars in outrage in the recesses of my mind. He won’t let our mate go. We almost lost her and now he wants to make sure she is bound to us forever. Now I just need to make sure River is onboard and with me all the way.

“What’s your safeword?” I ask pulling back just far enough to look at her.

“Dodo,” she says softly.

“Good. If at any time you want me to stop, just say dodo .”

She nods with a shy smile, and I can’t resist kissing her again. Turning her body, I push her lightly in the direction of my room before giving her a smack on the ass.

“Be ready.”

I watch her naked ass sway as she makes her way down the hallway before disappearing into my room. I need to give her a minute to get ready. To remember that this is what she wanted. It’s hard staying here when I know she is in there, naked, ready. But I force myself to remain. I wait five full minutes before I stride toward her.

I find her kneeling on the ground before my bed in all her naked glory. I walk past her and into my closet where I retrieve five of my most expensive silk ties. I don’t have anything else to tie her up with.

“Do you still want to be blindfolded?” I ask and she nods her head. “Use your words, River. Tell me what you want.”

I use my index finger to tilt her chin up and force her to look at me. I need to see her eyes and make sure she is okay. What I see has my heart tripping in my chest. Fear and arousal mixed with curiosity.

“I wanted a stranger to blindfold me so I could walk away afterward,” she says softly. “I may know who you are now, but I still want the experience you promised me.”

I nod and wrap the tie around her head, making sure she can’t see anything. “And the rest?” I ask.

“Please,” she begs in a breathy tone.

“Get on the bed and lie flat on your back,” I instruct.

She jumps to comply with my command, but I grab her elbow as she stumbles. Guiding her to the bed, I lightly shove her onto her back.

“Spread your legs, River. Let me see you.”

This time she hesitates for a moment before complying and I slap her pussy as an admonishment. She makes a keening sound but doesn’t close her legs.

“Good girl,” I praise her before placing a kiss on the pinkness I have left on her mound.

Taking her left arm, I use a single-column knot around her wrist to secure her arm to the bedpost before doing the same to her right hand. She moves her hands testing the knots. I proceed to do the same with her legs, spreading her as wide as she can go. Looking down at her body I feel a sense of pride. She trusts me, a virtual stranger, to bring her deepest desires to life.

Slowly I caress my hand from her cheek down to her breast where I test the weight in my palm before plucking harshly at her nipple. River’s back bows off the bed with a moan. I wait until she settles back before I continue my course.

You’re fucking gorgeous,” I say absentmindedly.

River turns her face away from me and I smack the inside of her thigh hard enough that she screams and my fingertips tingle. Her breathing is ragged as she frowns at me while I rub her thigh.

“Don’t look away from me, River. Don’t hide. I will never say anything to you that I don’t mean.” A tear escapes from beneath the tie and I catch it with my lips. “I don’t have to say pretty words to get you in my bed, you’re already here.”

River smiles softly before nodding. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.”

From the back pocket of my jeans, I remove the only other item I took from my closet. I insert the small white vibrator into her.

“Carter?”

“Shh. I got you,” I say before switching it on to the lowest setting.

I watch as her hips undulate trying to get more friction. But that’s not what I want. She isn’t supposed to come from the vibrator, that’s my job. I just want to keep her needy.

“I’ll be back,” I say before kissing her lips and leaving the remote in the center of her chest.