Page 6 of Guarded By the Hellhound
“Now, be a good girl and get under the covers.”
KATHERINE
Idon’t know how fast I need to move to get myself under the covers. I pull them up to my chin, my tight nipples not escaping my notice. I squeeze my thighs together. I can’t believe the physical reaction I’m having to this man—hound—male. The lights are still off, so I can only see his form, illuminated by the moon. He takes off his jacket, shoes, and dress shirt. His slacks are next, and I am practically salivating at the show he is putting on for me. I can’t see much, but what I do see is making my head spin. Could this be Stockholm Syndrome? Or PTSD? Or am I really losing my mind?
“Like what you see?” he smirks as he unbuttons his pants.
I lick my lips, too tongue-tied to answer him, but I’m fully enjoying the show. He smirks before pressing his pants down and stepping out of them. He neatly folds them over the chair where his other clothes are stacked, then turns to me. Slowly, he walks over to the bed, and I forget to breathe. He is lean, but his muscles are well-defined, and his torso is a work of art. Tattoos swirl across his chest, arms, and shoulders,and I believe his back is inked just as much as his front. He slides under the covers next to me, one hand behind his head as he closes his eyes.
“Goodnight, Katherine,” he rumbles in that deep voice of his.
I lay next to him - strung tight like a bow. Is he serious? Is he seriously going to sleep? After all that… and then the teasing… I angrily turn around with my back towards him. I am way too tense to go to sleep right now, and I’m absolutely sure he knows it, so I just stare into the dark. I'm wondering what the hell I’m doing and what is going on. Behind me, I feel Raider turning towards me, and I instinctively relax when his big body makes contact with mine. I sigh and melt into him as he flings an arm around me.
“You need some help getting to sleep, Katherine?” he breathes softly in my ear, making me shiver all over.
“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I object.
He chuckles, caressing the skin above my pajama top with his fingers. “I think you do, Katherine.” He cups my breast over my pajamas, and I let out a little moan.
“I smell your arousal, Katherine; I can make all your worries go away for a while, make you feel so good like you haven’t felt in ages.” He presses himself closer to me, and I feel his cock against my back. I moan, arching my back, searching for friction, but he pulls me against him tightly, holding me still. He gently massages my breast.
“What do you say, Katherine? Can I make you feel good?”
I whimper; my mind is spinning; what am I doing? I can’t, I think. But I want to… I want to… So, so much.
“I need your words, Katherine,” he says again, licking the side of my neck up to my ear.
“Yes!” I exclaim because even though I have no idea what’s going on, I want what he is offering me—a couple of minutes of oblivion, only him.
He tweaks my nipple, and I let out a yelp.
“Yes, what?” he commands.
“Yes, sir,” I respond automatically, something clicking into place inside of me. I feel his smile against my neck as he lets go of my breast and moves his hand under my top, going back to my nipple again.
“Close your eyes,” he whispers. “Just feel…”
I whimper, but I do exactly as he says. I close my eyes and feel. The roughness of his calloused fingers as they skid across my soft belly to the underside of my breast. I arch into him, and this time, he lets me. I press my ass against his hard cock, and he tweaks my nipple again.
“Uh-uh,” he says. “No topping from the bottom. I am in control. You just have to do as I say.”
I moan loudly, melting into him even more. His seduction is a slow one. He is playing my body like a virtuoso plays his instrument. His fingers tread lightly across my skin, setting me on fire everywhere he touches me. It has been so, so long. When he is done with my first breast and moving on to the next, I am already a mess, writhing and panting. His other hand slips under me to take a possessive hold of my neck to keep me still. The force of his dominance sends sparks of arousal through my body.
He kisses my shoulder, and when he starts plucking on my other nipple, I begin to beg.
“Please, please, Raider.”
“Please, what?” he says with a squeeze of my neck.
“Please touch me,” I say before I quickly add: “Sir.”
“Good girl,” he rewards me as his hand slips into the waistband of my pajama bottoms.
“Do you want me to touch you here?” He cups my pussy, pressing his dick into my ass.
“YES,” I moan. Lust is filling my brain. I can’t think ofanything other than my climax and how I am going to reach it.
He pushes my thighs apart with his leg, and his hand slips between my folds; I am soaked.
