Tempted by a Dangerous Man by Cleo Peitsche

going a million miles a minute,” he said, lips curved into a wicked grin as he sat on an antique chair that probably didn’t deserve the defiling that was likely to follow. He pulled me down so that I was sprawled across his bent knees, and the lipstick I had stashed in my bra fell out and rolled across the floor.
    His pants were silky smooth underneath my stomach—with one very large and very uncomfortable exception that jabbed into my ribs. I tried to adjust myself, but Corbin kept me in place. Cruelly. Making me aware that my resistance only served to turn him on.  
    He worked my panties down so that the elastic cut into the skin below my buttocks, and I could feel the iron muscle of his thighs when he shifted in the chair.  
    I expected him to spank me, but instead he pinned me with one arm, leaning forward so that both his hands were nominally liberated. He slid his palms over my buttocks, spread and lifted them apart.
    I tried to clench my muscles, to stop him from examining me in this way, but I was helpless. How many times had I learned that Corbin would do what he wanted? But I couldn’t stop myself from fighting him, from squirming. Just because he was bigger and stronger didn’t mean I had to make it easy for him.
    “Either use your safe word or be still,” he thundered.  
    Something wet touched one of my cheeks, inches from my ass, then fingers slid toward my pucker.
    My face went hot. “Please, I’m sorry. Don’t do this.”  
    “Just my thumb, baby,” he said. And I swore he said it because he knew it would upset me even more.
    He pressed his thumb into me, slowly, drawing out the moment. When he had it inside my ass, he pressed it hard, driving home the fact that he had done exactly the thing I didn’t want him to.
    When he twisted it, I felt him pressing up against my warm channel. I hated how much I loved when he embarrassed me.  
    He slid two fingers into my pussy, then pushed everything deeper. I gasped, kicked my feet helplessly, curled my fists. One of my shoes clattered loudly to the floor.
    None of that deterred Corbin in the least. I felt the heat of his body as he hunkered down over me. He was like a warm stone, so hard, and slightly damp with perspiration, and he smelled like spicy musk.
    I wanted— really wanted—to taunt him. But I didn’t dare. He had asked me if I was a slow learner. At the time, I’d thought I’d never stop taunting him. But… sometimes it was better to give in. He always won in the end, and the sooner I cooperated, the faster I’d get what I really wanted. Fucked. Hard. By my dangerous, mysterious lover.
    I groaned as he fed his fingers deeper into me. “Not a bowling ball,” I gasped. Ok, so maybe I couldn’t help myself after all.
    “You are if I say you are.” The irritation in his voice only made me wetter. His fingers hammering into my clenching holes surely noticed that I’d gotten even slicker with excitement.  
    Abruptly, he stopped, pushed me off of his lap, guided me to the floor. My remaining shoe slipped off. I was on my hands and knees, and I stayed there, my back swayed, hips and ass high. Now he would unzip his pants, take out his cock and slowly pump it into me. Or maybe he’d do it quickly. I didn’t care which, so long as he fucked me.
    “Go get the brush,” he ordered. And he really didn’t sound like he was playing.
    I glanced up at his glowering face. “Your hair is fine,” I said. “I’d do you.”
    His response was a slowly raised eyebrow.
    I had to be careful. If I pushed him too far, he wouldn’t fuck me at all. I’d tested that a few times, and Corbin didn’t seem to mind depriving himself… so long as I suffered even more. What I didn’t know about men and relationships would fill a library, but I suspected it wasn’t typical behavior for a man.
    Repressing a sigh, I started to pull myself to my feet. Corbin forced my shoulders down again. Even after so much time together, I was still surprised at his