Hard & Deep: A Football Romance

"You let me?" He raised his hips and lifted her off of the bed, pressing their genitals together. "You wanted it."

She leaned over to take his other hand and pressed her chest into his face, thankfully silencing him for a moment.

"I want a lot of things, you know," she said, tying both of his wrists to the headboard. Gordon was still playing along, though he licked his lips like he was nervous. He hadn't seen her this aggressive.

"Like what?" he asked.

Tracy could feel him test her knots at his wrists. She pressed her chest further into his face. He mouthed at her nipples, causing them to perk through the fabric of her dress. She didn't want to respond to him, but her treacherous body didn't know what her mind did.

"I want to tie your feet, too,” she murmured, pretending to enjoy his touch.

"Go ahead," he responded.

She sat up, turned around and bent over to work on his ankles, making sure that he could see her panties. She took her time, however, to give him enough time to remember her silky folds and the way that she had screamed his name before. Finally finished, Tracy turned around, straddling his hips.

"What else?" he whispered, desire echoing through his voice.

She left the question hanging. The anticipation on his part was palpable; she could feel just how badly he wanted her right then. Though neither one of them spoke, there was no denying it. He needed her as much as the big gulps of air that he was taking.

She rocked her hips, feeling his erection straining for her. She wished her body didn't crave release, especially from him. She closed her eyes and thought of Mr. Hayes. She needed answers for him as much as for herself.

"Do you want to know what I want now?" she whispered.

She reached down, slipping his swollen member out from behind his boxers. Her hand moved up and down over it slowly, stopping each time to gently squeeze the purple tip. His hips bucked, searching for her body. He wanted her more than he wanted to breathe.

"Yes," he cried, desire making his voice rough. "Anything, please."

The moment of truth had arrived. The decorated chef had been pushed to his limit. Tracy could see it in his eyes, just as she had seen it before in other men. At that moment, he would have given her his own legs to have what was between hers.

She slipped her hand down to the base of his shaft and tightened it firmly. Now it was time to get some answers.

"I want to know who you’re working for."

Gordon Baxter instantly turned as white as a sheet and looked at her with his mouth agape, though not a sound came out. Tracy squeezed a little harder. It was no longer sexual, but an obvious display of her power of him.

"Who sent you?" she asked, her voice dark.

He looked down to her with a mix of desperation and horror on his face. In that brief moment, Tracy wondered if she had been mistaken all along. Everything that she had done up to that point was all a wild shot in the dark. What if she was wrong? What if this poor guy was just a player in an elaborate scenario that Tracy had built up in her own head?

“I have no idea what you're talking about,” he whispered, his body straining against the ropes.

She tightened her grip.

"Tice," he finally whispered, tears already in his eyes. "John Tice.”

The words were like a bullet to her chest. She nearly released him. “Tell me more,” she commanded.

"He heard about your restaurant, about me coming to work for you. He wanted to find out what you were up to. Please, Tracy," he pleaded, his eyes wild with fear. "I didn’t have a choice. How did you know?"

She finally let go of his softening cock and grabbed the front of his shirt.

“You know.” She stared into his eyes, watching for any hint of a lie. There was no dream connection. Nothing to indicate that he knew anything about the dreams. All she could see was confusion.

“I have no idea...” he whimpered. “There's no way you should have figured it out. I was so careful...”

It was clear he didn't know about the dreams. Tracy changed tactics. “Why? Why did he hire you?”

“Why would he tell me that?” he replied, his voice cracking with fear. “All that he wanted was information."