Leopard's Rage (Leopard People 12)

Sevastyan was already signaling to Kirill to take the driver’s seat. He wanted only one other in the car, someone he trusted. He slid into the back seat, keeping his hand on Flambé’s shoulder, keeping her down, trying to prevent her from looking too closely at what was happening around them. It resembled a war zone and the mop-up was going too smoothly, too efficiently.

“Are you going to tell me what just happened?” she asked.

“No. Right at the moment, I have other much more urgent things on my mind.” He pushed the button for the privacy screen the moment the car started up.

“Strip, Flambé. Everything. Hurry, baby, we don’t have much time.” His hands dropped to his trousers, easing them open and pushing them off his hips while he watched her take her blouse and bra off. She had generous breasts. Her nipples were strawberry red. They stood out against her pale skin. She kicked off her sandals and hooked her thumbs in her thong and the soft feminine pants she wore, sliding them down her legs to pull them off.

Sevastyan caught her hair in one fist, tilted her head back and took possession of her mouth. The moment he did the fire flared hot and wild between them. He ran one hand from her throat, down the valley between her breasts to the tight red curls, finding liquid heat at her entrance. He pushed two fingers into her and used his thumb to circle and tease her clit while he kissed her over and over until neither could breathe adequately.

“Ride my fingers, baby,” he said. “That’s right. Just like that.” He used his free hand to tug her left nipple. She was very responsive. He dragged his fingers free before she could get off and brought them to her mouth. “Open.” When she did, he pushed his fingers in and watched her suck them clean. The sight sent his cock into a frenzy of need.

He caught her breasts in his hands and guided them between his legs. “I need that mouth of yours busy, Flambé. Woke up this morning and had a vision of the way I wanted to tie you and then take your mouth. Hard to get that image out of my head.”

His large hand slid into the silk of her hair and closed around it, making a tight fist at the back of her head. He brought her face right to his lap. “We don’t have a lot of time before we get to your meeting and we’re not getting out of this car until you swallow down every drop I’ve been storing up all day for you, so I suggest you get busy.”

Her hands immediately began stroking his sac, followed by her tongue lapping and caressing. She traced her way up to the base of his cock while her fingers jiggled and teased his balls. Her tongue glided up his shaft and curled around it, getting him wetter and wetter, but she didn’t touch the sensitive crown, prolonging his agony. He crushed the bright red hair in his hands, pulling at her scalp. She teased under the broad head with her tongue, sending fire racing down his spine.

Sevastyan shifted on the seat so that he was above her and could angle her head over his cock, forcing her mouth exactly where he needed it to be. He caught one quick glimpse of her eyes and everything in him went still. Ju

st froze.

His body burned like hell. That terrible, savage rage that manifested itself in sexual urgency had him in its grip, and normally, he would have done whatever he needed to do to rid himself of the buildup that never seemed to go away. His cat’s edgy needs seemed to feed his own and it took a great deal of discipline to pull back, to loosen his grip in her hair and breathe through the voracious hunger eating him alive. More than anything he wanted her mouth on his cock, but he couldn’t get past that one little shadow he caught. One small shadow.

“Fuck.” He spat the word, closed his eyes and breathed some more. What was it about this one woman that made him so crazy? She was more than willing to take care of his needs.

Her body was flushed a soft pink, almost red. Her nipples were standing out, totally erect, twin temptations, staring at him. He could scent her particular fragrance calling to him, the one he craved, the one that made him want to throw her onto the back seat and devour her. That had been his intention all along, to make her think he was going to selfishly have her take care of his needs, but then, at the last minute, ensure she got off as well. He wanted to see what she would do. He should have known.

Sevastyan was going to have to be very, very careful in his handling of his strawberry leopard or she wouldn’t be happy for long. She might be naturally submissive in the bedroom and he might be naturally dominant. She liked Shibari and to be tied. She liked to be told what to do and pushed to do things she wouldn’t think of doing on her own, but he had to always take care of her. He had to always see to her pleasure, make certain that if she gave him anything special, he reciprocated tenfold.

He was never going to be easy to live with. He knew that. He had to make it worth staying with him. She wasn’t a woman who would care about money. He had to take care of her. Sexually, they were a good match. Right now, to keep him from confronting her, she was willing to use sex and he wanted to oblige her. His cock raged at him. Raged.

Her body wanted him, but her mind didn’t. He wasn’t her choice anymore. At least, there was doubt again. He wanted her to know—absolutely know—that he was the one she chose to spend her life with.

Sevastyan took another deep, controlling breath and exerted more pressure on her scalp to pull her head away from his cock. “Listen to me, Flambé. You don’t want this.”

Startled, she looked up at him, her eyes going almost pure green. “That’s not true, Sevastyan. I do. I don’t know why you would think I don’t.”

He was feeling a little desperate with her mouth so close, the heat on his cock with every word she said. He caught at his trousers and yanked them up, trying not to see the misery in her eyes or feel the very real pain in his cock. He burned like hell. “Just get dressed, malen’koye plamya, so we can talk in peace.”

She lifted her chin at him, and with the graceful movement of a female leopard was on the other side of the car, pulling on her clothes in silence, dressing with sure efficiency. There had been defiance in her chin lift and he felt that challenge in every cell of his body. He snapped his teeth together, keeping his gaze wholly focused on her. She sat in her seat and buckled her seat belt.

“Start talking.”

“I have absolutely no idea what you want to talk about, unless you want to explain your sudden lack of interest in me sexually.”

“You’re not going to turn this around, Flambé, you know exactly what I’m talking about. Sooner or later we’ll be completely alone and you’ll run out of excuses. You’ll have to have the conversation whether you want to or not.”

She sent him another frustrated and very defiant look, which made him want to grab her by the nape of the neck and have her finish the job she’d just started when he’d tried to be a gentleman. The only problem was he was certain that was what she wanted and that he’d be playing right into her hands. He was not willing for her to distract him.

8

FLAMBÉ worked for an hour, her gloved hands packing dirt around the fragile roots of the lacy plants she inserted along the little stream Cain insisted she incorporate into his garden of paradise. She had to admit, as the plants had begun to mature, that the garden really was quite beautiful. The greenhouse was cleverly disguised as a huge bar for Cain’s patrons to quietly sit at tables and enjoy the various shows going on while they sipped at drinks or just visited with one another. The tables were high enough to see over some of the plants and low enough to accommodate couples who became aroused at what they were watching.

Flambé had planted in stages, allowing the first of the plants to take root before adding the next. She knew Cain wanted to see if he liked what she’d done. She knew he would. She’d been careful to incorporate the various sexual equipment into the garden, although, at first, she thought it was a horrible idea. Now that she understood about his club and the clients, she knew he was right. She was careful to use each piece sparingly and only if it fit in with her theme.

There were groupings of tables and chairs, the tables at different heights, and the chairs were BDSM chairs so they could enjoy one another as they relaxed in the garden. A small path led to a black label bondage couch near the window, where the occupants could view the various shows taking place, but could also take advantage of the various positions they could enjoy while watching. She was careful to keep her precious plants out of harm’s way so any enthusiastic couple couldn’t hurt an exotic.

There was a spanking bench used as an ottoman and a low cage as an end table, both grouped in a seating area with several comfortable chairs. The garden area ran down the center of the building and Cain liked it so much he was already building an addition to it, enlarging it. His clients loved it. The bar at the front of the building had screens where they could see the various rooms, but the screens didn’t provide the intimacy of viewing the way the garden did.