Warrior (Twisted Sister #2) Page 7

  “I told you to leave,” I tell him with more authority.

  My fingers tremble on the trigger. I’ve always been so steady, ready to strike in a moment’s notice. But not tonight, tonight I’m disgusted to learn that my hands shake and a simple tilt of this stranger's lips can disarm me.

  “It would be in your best interest to leave right this minute,” I say evenly.

  I need to try and keep the desire from showing in my voice and giving me away. As if reading my mind, the man takes a deep breath and smells the air.

  “I can smell your desire for me, ma petite. I bet if I walked over and touched your panties, they would be dripping wet...” he sniffs the air again and shivers, “…and it only makes me want you more.”

  Oh, heavens above, he wants me? I couldn’t have heard him correctly.

  Why does only the sound of his voice have me wanting more? I should be ashamed that he’s talking to me in such a crass manner. But if I’m being honest, I like it. A sick twisted part of me wants more.

  “Leave… now.” Even as the words leave my mouth, I know that hold no real threat. My voice lacks the authority that’s required. I just cannot bring myself to be mad at him.

  “I will do as you say. But first, I want one thing, ma petite.” He steps forward and places his hands on his hips. “Then, you have my word, I will leave.”

  His stare is intense, he doesn’t hide the fact he’s looking me up and down. God, he makes me so nervous. I lower my gaze to the ground, and it’s then that I notice my sexy stranger has removed his shoes. Who would have thought that feet could be so goddamn sexy? My eyes are transfixed to his feet and solid legs, as he strides over toward the bed.

  “What is it you want from me?” I ask, hating the way that my voice trembles.

  “What I want, is for you to roll over. I want you to lay on your stomach, the way you were a minute ago.” The low purr in his voice does things to my body that I don’t want to start thinking about right now.

  “W–what are you talking about?”

  Desire turns to anger as I look into his eyes and see his ego shining back at me. Who the hell does he think he is? This man waltzes into my home and then starts ordering me around. That’s a huge no from me. That isn’t me. I don’t give in to any man, let alone a fucking stranger. But God help my soul, there’s a part of me that wants to give him what he’s asking for. I want to please him, but I’m scared at the same time. I’ve never submitted in my life. Not even when… no, no, I will not go down that road again. This stranger isn’t like that. I groan inwardly at my thoughts. I really have lost the plot, now I think I know all about this guy. I need sleep, but on the other hand… maybe, just maybe, I can let go. I mean, it’s only for one night, right?

  My voice quivers, in desire or fear, I have no idea, as I look up at my stranger and ask, “If I do this for you. You will leave?”

  “Ma petite, you have my word. But I need to be completely honest with you right now, it’s hard for me to control myself. I will not harm you, you have my word on that. Now, lay on your stomach.” His command vibrates throughout my body. Oh, the way the order rolls of his tongue like thick syrup. I’ve never wanted or needed anything like this before. My traitorous mind is a blur of all the things I want him to do to me. I have visions of him tying me to the bed, spanking my backside until it’s red and I’m unable to sit. But my favorite vision of all is the one where I’m simply kneeled at his feet in complete submission.

  What the hell am I even thinking? This has to be a dream, right?

  I mean, I’ve never in my life had such thoughts. My God, what the hell is wrong with me? Why can’t I tell my mind to behave? Exhaustion has been known to do strange things to the mind, and as a doctor, I’ve seen the after-effects more than once on my hospital rounds. That’s exactly what’s happened, I fell asleep from being so drained and it’s messing with my dreams.

  I’ve decided to give into my dark desires just this once. After all, it’s a dream, right? So I won’t need the gun. You don’t get hurt from strangers in dreams. I loosen the hold of the pistol in my hand and allow it to fall to the covers. I take a deep breath and lean back on my elbows. Excitement bubbles in my chest as I slowly roll onto my stomach. Going by the low growl that echoes around the room, he liked the show.

  Mmm… why does that please me so much?

  I have a stomach full of butterflies as I wait for his next order or command. A part of me wants to hear him growl the commands at me again, but being the strong woman that I am, I can be honest with myself and say that I might bite back with a touch of attitude of my own. The thought of this man controlling me, has me clenching my thighs tightly together. No other man has been able to make me feel the way this stranger does. Maybe that’s what this all is, maybe it’s the fact that this is a stranger. That just might be the reason behind my need and desire—the forbidden fruit, so to speak.

  The mattress dips as he crawls and rests his weight on the edge and creeps up slowly. Maybe I shouldn’t have pushed my luck by moving as slow as I did because now my mystery man is teasing me in a slow moving dance of his own.

  “I can smell your desire for me. I will have the taste of you on my tongue before I leave tonight.”

  I groan softly and lift my ass in the air just a little more. I hear a sharp intake of breath and a low purr like that of a happy cat. My clit is swollen and begging for attention. Groaning, I part my knees wider and allow my hands to run the length of my body. But as my hand reaches my stomach, and he realizes what I had intended to do, he grabs my hand from reaching any lower. His spare hand comes down on the cheek of my ass with an almighty crack, making me squeal from the sting.

  “You do not move until I tell you. I will give you the relief you need, you will not take that from me, ma petite.”

  He crawls up from the end of the bed, and I feel the heat of his breath on the back of my thighs as he pushes my chest roughly down onto the mattress. The low groan that vibrates in the air sounds more beast than man.

  “Beautiful, absolutely beautiful,” he growls louder.

  Leaning down, he pushes my body flat to the mattress. My breath hitches when I feel the soft press of his lips on the back of my thighs.

  “So responsive, I’m going to have so much fun with you.”

  The feel of his rough, calloused hands take me by surprise, as they run up the side of my ribcage.

  “Shit,” I pant unable to control my reaction to him. My thoughts quickly turn to the scars that line my body, and I become completely mortified. I try to cover them up as I’ve never let anyone see them. I’m so ashamed that I would allow myself to get so caught up in the moment, so lost in this man, that I would forget the one thing that matters the most to me.

  “No,” he growls.

  I squeal in surprise and look over my shoulder confused.

  “You are not to hide a single inch of your body from me. Never… and I mean never, do you shy away from me. You are not to hide your body, ma petite. ”

  The hurt in his voice takes me by surprise. This man doesn’t even know me, and he’s upset that I try to hide the ugly, hideous scars that line my side. His green eyes flash with warning. It’s a look that tells me this man is used to getting what he wants and won’t take no for an answer. As if being able to read my mind, he keeps eye contact with me. Not bothering to hide the hurt and frustration from his gaze. For a split second, I swear I see his eyes flash quickly to a deep green with gold rimmed slits, then back to bright green again. But that isn’t possible, it must have been a trick of the light. I don’t understand why he’s so hurt from me trying to cover up, but I never want to see that look there again. I can’t say that I like the way my stomach drops and my chest tightens, seeing that hurt in his eyes.

  It pulls at the strings of my heart. I learned a long time ago that emotions are better kept locked up tight and never let out. A stray tear falls from the corner of my eye, angry with myself, I glance down at the mattress. I don’t want him
to see the weakness, so I quickly turn back around and look down at my pillow. I will never allow myself to be put into the situation again where my feelings get used against me. My stranger brings a hand down and slaps me hard on the backside.

  “That’s for trying to hide your body from me,” he growls.

  The slap on my ass makes me feel alive, almost free. I want… no, that’s not right, I need more. I feel bold and daring as I rise my backside up slightly and sway it in the air.

  “Again,” I moan.

  God, I’m glad he can’t see my face. It burns hot with embarrassment and shame at my behavior. I’m the uptight doctor, I don’t do this. Not, ever. Every time I’ve been with a man, it’s always been on my terms. That usually means dark rooms, lights out and with my shirt left on at all times. The sound of ripping fabric fills the air as he rips my underwear from my body. He throws the shredded material down in front of my face to show me what he’s done.

  “I was only going to bite your perfect ass and leave, but you tempt me like no other has done before. I won’t force you, but I need to have your permission.”

  I start to shake uncontrollably, with need and deep desire, while pushing my bare ass back toward him. Like a kitten needing and seeking attention, I start rubbing myself up and down his thick thighs. He groans and reaches down, grabbing my hips in a crushing grip. He tightens his clasp and pulls my ass back hard against his jean clad thighs. Using his hold on my hips, he bumps and grinds my ass up and down his body. The friction feels incredible. I’m panting shamelessly and begging for more. Every time he pulls me back into him, we both groan in unison. The rocking stops, and he holds me firmly against his crotch with one hand. His other runs up my back and I arch into his touch, making him chuckle. He leans over my back and reaches his hand down, his finger brushes over my slit.

  “You are so wet for me. Tell me, ma petite, tell me your answer,” he whispers in my ear.

  His lips brush over my earlobe, and I purr when his teeth sink in. I can’t think as he rubs my slit painfully slow. I’m almost on the verge of attacking him for stirring me when he suddenly pushes the tip of his finger inside of me. With extreme care, despite his large size, he gently rubs his thumb in a circle around my swollen nub. The feeling is torture and makes me crave more. I move my body trying to chase his fleeting touch, but he doesn’t let me get his hand where I need it the most.

  “Not until I have your permission.” He smirks, removing his hand completely away from me.

  “Ahh,” I groan exasperated, and throw my head into the pillow. I start sucking in a lungful of air in a vain attempt to calm my breathing.

  A contented purring echoes around the room. I’m curious to see what has him making this sound. If I wasn’t wet and wanting before, the sight of him now… well, damn… this incredibly hot man has his fingers in his mouth, sucking my juices off them. That’s the biggest turn on in my life. No man has ever done that to me before. I’m a puddle on the bed. He looks like he’s savoring his last meal on earth. Oh… my… God, just watching him taste me like that makes me want to grab his hand and make him do it all over again. Just so I can see that look on his face. His eyes are closed as his tongue dips and sucks on the fingers he had in me. That tongue… oh God… that tongue, it’s long, thick and…

  Shit Madison, get a hold of yourself and stop thinking that way.

  For once, I have no words. I lay there opening and closing my mouth like a fish out of water. I need to get a hold of myself. Just open your mouth Madison and agree. No matter how hard I try, I can’t form the words in my throat. So I do the only thing I can, I spin around onto my knees, lean up and take his face in my hands. His eyes fly open in surprise, like he wasn’t expecting me to react this way. I keep my gaze on him, as I lean forward and brush my lips along his. I kiss him softly running my tongue over the edge of his lips. He doesn’t react, so I let go of his jaw and place one hand on his chest and the other around the base of his throat. His eyes widen and he stares down at me. With a tilt of my lip, I lean forward and suck his bottom lip into my mouth.

  Something inside him snaps into action. He growls so loud, the glass in the window frames rattle. My pulse quickens as he pulls me into his arms. He takes hold of my hips, deepening the kiss, our tongues clash in an erotic tango, tasting and exploring each other’s mouths. Without breaking the kiss, I pull him down with me onto the bed, twisting my body at the last minute. He gasps in surprise as he realizes that I now have the upper hand and he’s under me. I smile wickedly as I reach down and take his hands from my hips and raise them above his head.

  “It looks like I’m now the one giving the orders.” His eyes darken and his breathing becomes heavy. “Don’t… move,” I tell him sternly.

  I reach down to the hem of his black shirt and start to lift it up over his head. When I get to his lips, I stop. Leaning forward and taking his bottom lip into my mouth, I bite down that hard that I draw blood and he purrs, thrusting his hips up. Running my tongue along his lip, I soothe the sting left behind by the bite. He goes to move his arms to grab me, but I pin them back down causing him to laugh.

  “Let me touch, ma petite,” he purrs sweetly and innocently.

  He pouts, he actually pouts and hot damn, I want to make him beg for it. I shake my head and move down the length of his body until I’m sitting on his lower legs. There’s something erotic about watching his reaction, as I reach down and take hold of the fly of his pants. He sucks in a deep breath and closes his eyes briefly. When they open again, there’s that much heat behind them, my heart almost stops beating. He has broad shoulders with the most amazing flat washboard abs, and they lead down into a perfectly tapered waist. Oh dear Lord, perfect in every way.

  My breath hitches when I lower the zipper to see he’s commando. This is perfect for what I have in mind.

  “Hips up,” I pant.

  He lifts his hips, allowing me to shimmy his jeans down the length of his legs. His cock springs free and stands hard, stiff and proud on his stomach. My mouth waters at the thought of taking him. He’s huge, and I don’t know how I’ll be able to fit it all, but you can bet I will be trying.

  My body is on autopilot as I crawl back up his body, stopping with my mouth in line with his cock. I glance up at him to make sure this is okay. He nods his head stiffly and holds his breath. His chest stops its rise and fall as he waits for me, and that’s all the permission I need. I lean forward and blow a short stream of air over his mushroom head. There’s a bead of moisture at the tip, so I use my thumb to wipe off the beading on his knob. I keep my gaze on my stranger and give him a taste of his own stirring as I put my thumb in my mouth and moan in delight. The mix of his sweet salty taste is like a drug and I need more. I can’t wait anymore, I lower my head and open my mouth. He moans as I take him as deep as I can. My tongue swirls and dips over and around his knob with every up pass. I hold his shaft in one hand and his balls in the other, and start rubbing and kneading in time with my sucking.

  “Fuck,” he groans.

  His hands come up on either side of my head, holding onto my face firmly and I wait for him to take control of my movements, but he doesn’t. He just holds on and pants heavily. His hips start moving up and down in time with the movements of my head. His cock starts to pulse and thicken in my mouth. He’s close and I want this, so I start to suck harder and add more pressure to the heavy weight of his balls. He grunts and sits up on his elbows and curses.

  “Fuuuck...” he closes his eyes and inhales a shaky breath, “…stop, ma petite, stop now. It’s my turn.”

  Oh, I like the power that I have over him. Shaking my head, I moan deep in my throat, the vibrations running over his shaft. I moan again and lower my head over his cock, taking him as deep as I’m able. He growls, grabs my shoulders and pulls my head off his cock. An audible pop echoes around the room. I glance up and pout, my lips swollen from the attention I was paying to him. I must have made a sound like a child who had their candy taken away from them,
as he laughs and flips me over onto my back, looming over the top of me.

  “I will give you everything you’ve ever wanted, ma petite. But right now, it is my turn.”

  “Madison,” I moan when I feel the soft touch of his lips on my neck.

  “What?” he asks confused, between open mouth kisses on the crook of my shoulder.

  “My name… my name is Madison. Oh dear God,” I moan.

  “Madison…” I hear the smile in his voice as he tests out my name. “My name is Phyllis, but everyone calls me, Philli.” He groans against my neck as his hand skims down the side of my body and between my legs. Philli pushes my thighs apart and guides his hips between my legs. His hand slowly eases to the one spot that I want him to touch the most. His finger slips into my most intimate part. Using his thumb, he caresses my clit in slow circles. His fingers start a tantalizing in and out movement, and my slick heat allows his fingers an easy glide.

  “You are so wet, Maddie, so very wet for me. I. Need. To. Taste. You,” Philli growls. He crawls back down my body and lifts my ass in the air. His hands hold onto my ass cheeks. I hear him suck in a breath as he lays down underneath me. I can’t breathe, can’t think, as I feel the first swipe of his rough tongue gliding over my slit. The sight of him lying with his head underneath me, as I’m on all fours, is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced before. There are no words or thoughts that can express how much this turns me on. Philli’s hands tighten on my ass and he tilts his head up. He chuckles when I shift my pelvis to meet his mouth. His head bobs up and down, and God help me, this view is incredible. As I look down at him, I see my breasts swaying from the force of his mouth. I watch every time he closes his eyes in pleasure. My undoing is when he opens his eyes and glances up at me. One of his hands comes up and to my jaw and he holds on. His gaze remains on mine as he sucks my clit into his mouth. My arms shake and quiver and his eyes darken and slit, he purrs against my clit and I’m ready to explode.