Kennedy tried to shake her head, but he tightened his grip and held her in place.
“Give over to me, Kennedy. Trust me, baby. Have faith in us. We were so good together and we can be even better. Tell me to leave and I will. We’ll pretend this never happened.”
“I can’t sleep with my client.”
“My brother is your client. I’m just a supporting player. You’re the star. Let me take care of you so you can shine.”
“Cole.” She moaned again as he tugged her head back and nibbled his way down her throat.
Finally, he released her head, and she thought the madness was over. She wasn’t sure what had saved her, but the splitting of her blouse and bra put an end to that foolish notion. She reached up and grabbed the neck of his cashmere sweater and tried to tear it, but when that failed, she pulled it up and over his head to give herself access to his naked skin.
God, she’d told herself that he wasn’t as gorgeous as she remembered. Broad shouldered, sculpted pecs, and chiseled abs—all that came from hard work and not hours spent in front of a mirror at the gym.
“What happens if I don’t?” she asked, not sure what she wanted the answer to be.
“I’ll get you naked, take you to bed, and start making up for lost time. You don’t want anyone to know? Fine. I’ll be polite and cordial and only you will know that I’m planning to fuck you hard as soon as I get you alone. Remember, I’ve seen you in court, Kennedy.”
“Uh huh.” She replied but was nearly lost to the sensations.
He nodded. “The United States vs. Gamble. The State of Washington vs. Jackson. The International Court at the Hague. Know what they all had in common?”
She shook her head.
“By the time they were done, you were wrung out. Oh, you covered it with make-up and put up a good façade, but I could see it in the set of your shoulders and in the way you’d wait until everyone left, then just sort of collapse. I can take care of you. You don’t have to be in charge at the end of the day. You can shut that beautiful brain off and focus on the pleasure I can give you.”
“I can’t, Cole. It took me so long to get over you.”
The fingers of one of his hands continued to play between her legs, while the other hand fisted her blonde mane again, lighting up the nerve endings of her scalp and sending shivers along her spine.
“You’re not over me, baby, any more than I’m over you. Let me take care of you. I know I hurt you before but let me hurt you in a good way now. Let me give you the relief you need and a safe place just to feel.”
She knew what he was talking about: D/s. She’d been dabbling in it for years. There was an exclusive club in Seattle where she was a member and absolute confidentiality was assured. She was able to go there and let it all go. She could let someone else take over so she could float. She’d never known Cole had followed her career, watched her in the courtroom. Did he know about Rainfall?
All Kennedy knew for sure was that in her heart, she wanted everything he was offering. Could she trust him again? Could she give over to him and let him ease her need? He took her face in his hands and brushed away the tears she hadn’t realized she was crying.
“I don’t want you to cry because you hurt…”
She brought her hands up to grip his wrists, not to move his hands, but to establish contact. Her nipples were as hard as diamond shards, and she rubbed them against his tanned chest.
“No, I need to cry to relieve the stress, but most times I can’t let go. I need help…”
Would he reject her? Would he think that there was something wrong with her? Was this a mistake?
“Shh, baby. I know. I guessed it in Naples. Knew what I wanted and needed but wasn’t certain of your needs. I guess I’m not one to talk about having faith in each other. At least you had cause, I was just afraid… afraid of how much I needed you.”
She smiled, frightened that her mouth couldn’t form the words, then nodded.
“Yes?” She nodded again. “Don’t be afraid, Kennedy. Just say yes.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“From here on out, when we’re alone, you’re mine. You follow my orders and do what I say. When you don’t, there will be discipline. If you do something outside this room that puts you in danger or hurts you, there will be discipline. If something goes wrong between us and you don’t talk to me, there will be discipline. Understood?”
“Cole? Shut up and fuck me.”
“Turn that mouth on me, Counselor, and there will be discipline. Now get naked, place your hands on the footboard railing. Spread your legs and push your pretty ass out. I want to see my pussy. You have no idea how much I’ve missed it.”
“Your pussy?”
“Damn straight. And when we’re alone, it’s Sir. Now get in position or it’ll go worse for you.”
“You’re going to spank me for no reason?”
“Oh, there are a lot of reasons, but the main two are that you need it, and the other is, you like it. Now, get in position. I’m going to turn your ass red and my pussy wet.”
Kennedy shimmied out of her jeans and boots and walked over to the bed. She turned her back and did as he’d commanded.
“Sir? You should know that your pussy is already wet.”
He grinned. “Not nearly as wet as it’s going to be. When we’re alone, it’s just you and me, Kennedy. We’ll lock out the world the way we used to in that little apartment I had in Naples.”
“I loved that place,” she said with a smile.
He ran his hand down her spine and she jumped.
“I’m sorry, Sir. It’s been a while.”
“It’s all right, baby, as long as it’s honest, we can deal with it. I want to touch you everywhere, get to know your body like I used to. I want to spank you until you let go and give over to me. Then I want to crawl in bed with you and fuck you all night. I want you to fall asleep in my arms, sated and safe.”
She tried to force her body to relax. She could hear him purring behind her and her body synced in with his as if they’d never been apart. Who was she kidding? She’d been in love with Cole in Naples and was still in love with him here in Idaho.
He ran his hands along her spine. This time, she didn’t flinch. This time, she arched her back into his hands, preening and offering herself to him. In the position he’d had her assume, she was completely vulnerable, displaying herself in a way that some might see as lewd. Her breasts hung down and her nether region was on full view.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he crooned.
Cole rubbed her buttocks with a gentle touch until that gentle touch became a harsh swat. She’d known it was coming and yet it still caught her by surprise. The smack sent pain flashing through her system before it quickly became a lovely tingling warmth. His hand remained in place for a moment until he raised it and brought it down again in another locale, but with the same result.
The third strike made tears form, but she’d expected the pain and even the heat. It was actually the overwhelming connection with him that brought the tears so quickly. She’d experienced impact play on more than one occasion at the club, but this wasn’t just about sensation, this was about clearing out the wrongs that had come between them.
“You with me, Kennedy?” he asked in a deep, sensual tone.
“I shouldn’t tell you this, but I’ve dreamed of this for years. Each time I allowed myself this release, I closed my eyes and tried to pretend it was you.”
He spanked her again, one-two-three, with the last slap sending her up on her toes and the tears began to fall freely. Heat flooded her system and she reveled in the sensations, not just where his hand landed, but in her nipples, her clit, her pussy. It was as if swatting her backside sent pleasure to all her erogenous zones at once.
Cole began to spank her with a strong, steady rhythm. Kennedy let go and floated, moaning, not in pain, but in pure unadulterated pleasure. She was crying now in earnest, the tears doing their job to wash away the pain, the regret, the loss.
“That’s it, baby. Let it go. Let it all go. I’m here. You’re safe. We’ll figure it out.”
He continued to spank her until the tears started to slow. Then, as the tears stopped, the swats were followed by lingering touches until his hand finally slid between her legs and he growled appreciatively.
“You feel so good. You’re so fucking wet.”
“Yes, Sir.” She purred as one of his fingers slipped inside her pussy and he fucked her up to his knuckles slowly.
Kennedy tried bucking back to get him in deeper, but he immediately withdrew his touch and tattooed her ass with a flurry of short, sharp swats.
“Who’s in charge?” he rumbled at her, as he fisted her hair and forced her head back.
“You are, Sir.”
She let go and gave over as he’d asked. Sweet relief flooded through her. What had happened after Cole left in Naples had left her spinning and feeling as though she had no control at all in her life. Her response had been to take complete and total control of everything. Nothing happened unless she wanted it, unless she willed it.
Everyone depended on her. At first, it had been her sister-in-law and nephew, but after several years, her brother’s widow had remarried. Kennedy had joined the firm and began garnering win after impressive win in the courts. Based a great deal on the headlines she garnered, the firm grew quickly. She carried a lot of responsibility, but with Cole, she could at least share or release part of it.
He leaned over her and the bulge in his pants nestled in the crack of her ass while her heated globes were cradled by his pelvis. He lay his chest on her back and his hands moved under her to play with her breasts, tugging and pinching her nipples. He nipped her earlobe before whispering kisses all along her spine as he rolled himself up her body.
Damn, she’d hoped he would take her like that. Being fucked from behind always helped her achieve orgasm, though Cole had never had trouble getting her to come in any position.
His hands covered her own and he released her grip on the bed. He lifted her into his arms, cradling her against his chest. Cole carried her to the bed, turned it down, and placed her gently on her back. He looked down at her and his eyes never left hers as he unbuckled the large, sterling trophy buckle, then unbuttoned and removed his Levi’s after he toed off his boots.
“Spread your thighs, Kennedy. Make a place for me and invite me in.”
Kennedy opened her legs and held her arms up to him. She didn’t care about what happened in Naples, didn’t care what tomorrow would bring. All she cared about was tonight with this man. She needed him more than her next breath.
His cock stood strong and proud. She licked her lips at the sight of it jutting up and out from his body in an amazing defiance of gravity.
Cole looked down at her and inside his lion roared. He realized he’d been sleeping since he’d lost her in Naples. His eyes might have been open, and he’d appeared to be a functional human being, but it had been a charade. His soul, his heart, his fire had all been dormant until this moment as he watched Kennedy Greyson surrender to him.
No one had ever made him feel even half of what Kennedy did. He would have her tonight and every other night for the rest of their lives. If she didn’t want people to know until she’d cleared Clay, that was fine. He would play that game. He could hide behind his confident, sarcastic persona until she was ready.
He stretched out along her body, lowering himself into her softness, pressing her into the bed as he touched his lips to hers. Kissing her had always felt sacred. No matter how many times he felt her lips on his, it was never enough. His tongue slid into her mouth, dancing and entreating hers to do the same. Their tongues tangled together until they were both breathless.
Kennedy wrapped her legs around him. He could feel the heat of her pussy against his groin. His cock was straining to get inside her, desperate to be where it belonged. His fingers wove through her hair. He loved how long and thick and silky it was. Was this the gold Rumpelstiltskin had been so desperate for?
His cock was so hard. Had it always been this hard for her, or had time away caused his need to strengthen and grow? He could barely breathe because he was so hard. On another night, he would eat her pussy and make her scream his name before he fucked her so slowly that she could do nothing but writhe beneath him, savoring the sweetness of her surrender.
But tonight, he wanted to be deep inside her. He slipped his hands under her body, cupping her heated ass in his hands as he began to press his hard cock into her soft, wet heat. He burrowed into her tight sheath with his painfully rigid staff, and it threatened to strangle him. She hadn’t been stretched in a long time and a perverse part of him liked that very much. He growled as he worked his way in, holding her firmly so that she had to take all of him.
Kennedy raked his back with her nails and her breasts were crushed to his chest until she shook and trembled as he tunneled his way in. “Cole,” she cried.
“I had actually convinced myself that it wasn’t like this with you. I was a God damned fool.”
He felt her body shudder as she clutched him to herself, and her pussy clamped down on his cock while she bit his shoulder to keep from screaming. He was so going to take her to his home nestled in the hills, so her screams of ecstasy echoed through the canyons. He fucked into her, his hips moving in a primal rhythm that hers remembered all too well.
Cole lost himself to everything but the feeling of being connected to her in this most intimate way again. He dragged himself back and surged forward, pounding into her again and again. He thrust into her with a ruthless abandon, riding her hard through two orgasms, each more intense than the last. He wanted more than anything to give up control and allow the barbs in his cock to surface and plow furrows in her tender flesh, but he held back. But that was all he held back.
He redoubled his efforts and hammered her pussy as she scratched and clawed at him. She was going to make the most spectacular she-cat. He took her mouth in a hungry kiss as his orgasm hit and he ground himself against her, flooding her pussy with his cum. When the maelstrom had passed, he withdrew from her, rolling to his back and pulling her to lie tucked up next to him.
“Cole?” she asked hesitantly.
“It’s all right, Kennedy. No one will know I was here, not tonight or any of the other nights until you’re ready to tell them. But make no mistake, Kennedy Greyson, you’re mine and this time nothing and no one will take you from me.”