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  Force Me:

  Asking For It

  By

  Marteeka Karland & Shara Azod

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  Copyright © 2011 Marteeka Karlad & Shara Azod

  Editor: Stephanie Parent

  Cover Art: Shara Azod

  Asking For It

  If she swished her ass in front of him one more time, Micaiah swore he was going to bend her over and spank that ass. Seriously, how much was a man supposed to take? Sure, he could have fired Little Miss Trina long ago. Yeah, she was good around the horses—even better with the books—but she was nothing but a walking, talking hard-on, and he’d been sporting blue balls for about two years too long. She may wear those jeans on the tight side, showcasing that lush round ass to perfection, but nothing about her suggested she would be up for the kind of loving he was itching to lay down.

  Unfortunately, because he was reluctant to make any kind of moves on her, he had allowed himself to get to know Trina far better than he had ever allowed himself to know any woman. Damned if he didn’t like what he’d come to know. Trina was all feisty Southern, African-American woman, with a sweet streak a mile wide. She was meticulous in her work, playful in her demeanor, and too fucking sexy for Micaiah’s peace of mind. She’d managed to not only engage his interest on a sexual level, but everything about her dared him to take her and keep her, if he were man enough. He’d watched many a cowboy, trainer, jockey, even veterinarian try to get into her pants or her heart. He’d watched them all crash and burn, the devastating blow delivered with a smile and a few honey-coated words.

  Fuck, he wanted her! His hands itched whenever she was near, his cock engorged, his brain ceasing to function correctly. If he fired her, all this would be over. He could go back to his life of being a cold-hearted bastard who pulled the women he wanted into his bed, never bothering to stay the whole night. He could blow their minds and leave them panting for more. That was what he excelled at. There were never any repeat performances—it gave a woman ideas. This son of a preacher man could not be tied down.

  Tying down was something he really shouldn’t have thought about in Trina’s presence. Not while she pranced around his office prattling on about the quarter’s profits, expenses, and whatever hell else she was talking about. Micaiah couldn’t really say. He was too busy trying not to see her tied hands above her head, helpless to stop him from feasting on those full, heavy breasts of her. All-natural globes of temptation that bounced even though she’d tried to encase them in bras that confined their bounteous goodness from prying eyes.

  But he’d seen them, watched them, studied them, wanted them in his mouth, swaying in front of his face as she rode him like she rode his prized stallions. He wanted to watch as they nourished his children...

  Holy hell! What the fuck had she done to him? He was NOT the marrying kind, goddammit, and he was going to prove it right, dammit, now!

  “Trina.”

  She stopped fluttering around the room, almond-shaped brown eyes regarding him in wide-eyed wonder. He didn’t blame her. Anyone who worked on his horse farm knew the quieter his voice got the more serious he was.

  “Get on the horse.”

  Right there in the middle of his overly large office was an adult-sized replica of one of the horses found outside grocery stores. He’d built it himself, with a few modifications. As much as he didn't like to admit it, he got the idea about a month after Trina started working for him, in charge of the books and the rather large personnel issues. The saddle had been modified so that there were ridges right where a woman’s pussy would go. There were three speeds—one, slow and easy to build passion and tease mercilessly; two, alternation between the slow, easy speed and a rougher, faster tempo; and three, rough and fast.

  Trina had no idea what the large sandy horse really was—an oversized sex toy. She had no clue that he’d built it for her. Hell, he’d just admitted it to himself.

  “Excuse me?” She looked at the horse, then back to him, her brow frowned up all cute and adorable like.

  “Get your sexy ass up on that horse.” Micaiah rose slowly from his seat, not giving a damn that, for the first time since knowing her, his painful erection was clearly present, and painfully obvious pressed against his jeans.

  Deliberately he held her gaze as he unbuttoned the top of his jeans, unzipping just a little to give his dick a modicum of relief. He watched as her chest heaved, suspicious little pebbles appearing right where her nipples should be. She stood statue still as he walked over to tower over her. Short little thing that she was, he had a good foot and a half over her. He allowed his body to brush hers, destroying any personal space barriers she might have.

  “Get up on the sandy horse. I won’t tell you again.”

  It was painful not to reach out his hands and bring her closer against him. Harder still to watch as she moved to obey his wishes. Without an argument, she put one foot in the stirrup and swung her leg over the horse. Such a graceful mount she had. He was willing to bet she would mount him just as easily.

  As soon as she was seated, he moved to her side.

  “Lean forward,” he instructed, starting the horse on the first speed. The horse slowly rocked into motion, a semi-perfect parody of a real horse doing something between a trot and a canter slowly across the field. “Place your hands on the pommel. Grip the horse with your legs.”

  The fact that she was allowing this, that she followed his instructions was heady, unbelievable, but oh so very welcome. Her actions were even better. A low moan left her lips, small white teeth biting into her bottom lip. If he reached over and pressed his fingers against her crotch, he would bet he’d find her wet.

  “Why are you doing this?” Trina breathed, flexing her hips to go along with the gait of the horse.

  Yes, that was it. But one thing would make it perfect.

  “Sit up straight,” Micaiah ordered, walking over to a side table to retrieve a small length of rope. He’d forgotten why it was there in the first place, but he was oh so glad it was. “Hands behind your back.”

  As soon as she did as he said, he secured her wrists together—not too tight, but enough so she couldn’t easily slip out.

  “If you feel like you can’t hold your seat, let me know.”

  “Mic— What are you...” Before she could get the question out, he turned up the speed, causing her to gasp. “Oh God, what are you doing to me?”

  “Lean forward a little, Trina, but keep those thigh muscles tight around that saddle. Don't lose your seat.”

  He could catch her if she did, of course, but he wanted her to experience this. He wanted to watch her as she came so close to the edge over and over again, but never quite reaching it. He could not allow that until he was deep inside her, possessing her utterly. Unable to help himself, he reached down to stroke his jeans-covered. Fuck she looked good up there, her face a play of the erotic sensations she was experiencing. With her eyes half closed, her mouth now lightly opened as the moans came at a more frequent pace.

  “That’s good, baby, just feel.” He wanted her so bad, but it was too soon. He wanted her crazy, wild with need. Still he couldn’t possibly keep refrainin
g from touching her. Thankfully she was wearing a thin t-shirt, being as how his office was quite warm. Without a second thought he ripped it down the middle, allowing it to hang off her as he pushed her bra cups down to expose her magnificent chest. Dark chocolate nipples elongated, sticking straight out in the air like perky little nubs of enticement. The sandy horse was the perfect height so all he had to do was lean forward and close his mouth around the closest, using his fingers to twist the other.

  Trina bucked, almost sliding off as he suckled fervently with complete devotion. She was close—he could feel it. And he was about to lose his own head. Both of them.

  “What are you doing to me?” The groan was a sensual caress, wrapping around his dick and demanding he take her. He just couldn’t hold out any longer.

  “Making you feel good,” he groaned right back, switching breasts. Suddenly he was inordinately jealous of the sandy horse he’d built just to watch her ride. He wanted to be between her spread thighs; he wanted to be what caused her to moan. What a naughty girl for making him want her so badly, so deeply he was casting off his long-held belief in single life. He'd known once he took her it would be forever; suddenly he just couldn't be moved to care. Grasping her around the waist, he lifted her off the horse. It was well past time he made Trina his.

  Normally, he'd have preferred a bed, but damned if he could wait long enough to get her home. Besides, escorting her out of the office with her hands behind her back and her breasts exposed was so not going to happen. With an impatience he'd never felt in his life, Micaiah practically dragged her to his desk. One quick swipe of his hand and the contents of his desk scattered across the floor with a thud. He bent Trina forward, forcing her head to the hard wood until her cheek lay against it.

  Micaiah stepped back, trying to allow himself to calm down. He wanted her with a passion that bordered on insanity! But if he took her like this—all need and no finesse—she'd likely resent him instead of embracing him.

  "Do you have any idea how many possibilities that position affords? I'm so fucking hard thinking about all the wonderfully kinky things I can do to your body, I'm about to explode."

  Instead of answering him, she looked back at him, her eyes dark with need, her cheek never leaving the desk. She pursed her jeans-clad bottom upward invitingly. A little whimper escaped her and Micaiah was a goner.

  Reaching for her, he undid her pants and jerked them down to her ankles. It was impossible not to caress all that dark chocolate skin on the way back up. Silky smooth, her legs seemed to go on forever. How could such a petite woman have such fucking long legs! The only thing keeping him from the ultimate treasure was a tiny scrap of red lace snuggled between her cheeks and covering her cunt. Moisture glistened through the fabric, evidence he'd succeeded in arousing her.

  He started to slide them down her legs too, but that would mean he'd have to take time to remove her shoes and jeans, and he didn't have time for that. No way she was keeping those panties. Oh no. Those were his. With a sharp tug at the waist band, he simply tore the flimsy garment from her body and pocketed them. Her musky scent grew stronger, and he watched one drop of glistening moisture drip from her cunt to the inside of one thigh.

  With a groan, Micaiah dove for that drop as it trickled its way down. He swiped his tongue up her leg straight to her pussy. This time, there was no whimpering. She let loose a full-out scream. Micaiah had time to wonder if any of the office staff heard them, but he couldn't really process why that was a bad thing. The whole office would know she belonged to him.

  Lord, he could spend days drinking her! She was addictive. He’d known she would be. One taste would never be enough. With a growl, he stabbed his tongue into her opening, swatting her ass as he did. She squealed again, bucking against his mouth. So he swatted her again. This time, she met his slap with her bottom. The sound of flesh slapping flesh was the biggest aphrodisiac he'd ever encountered. Correction. Not just the sound of flesh on flesh, but of Micaiah on Trina. There was no other woman who could ever compare to her.

  He stood reluctantly. As much as he wanted to continue to feast, he needed inside her. Now. Yesterday! His cock was hard enough to drive nails. It wouldn't take much to set him off like a bottle rocket. Trina had to be on the very verge of coming before he fucked her. There was no possible way he could last more than a few strokes before coming deep inside her...

  Lord, why did he have to conjure that image? That led to all kinds of other images. Like her belly large and swollen with his child.

  Yup. He was so far gone it wasn't even funny.

  "Tell me you want me, Trina!" His voice was a more of a plea than the growled command he'd wanted to give her. "Tell me!"

  "Yes, Micaiah! I want you! Only you!" She panted as she pushed against him, her slick pussy grazing his cock in a blatant invitation. A seduction.

  It was all Micaiah could stand. He swiped the head of his cock through her folds once before simply sinking home. They both groaned, a sigh of blessed relief. Nothing had ever felt more right in his life. Micaiah shuddered and gripped her hips to hold her still. One move, one slide over his shaft, and he was done for. Sweat beaded his body as he fought for control, and he noticed a fine sheen covering her body as well.

  Holding still wasn't helping either. She gripped him like a tight, wet fist. As a rule, he didn't have unprotected sex. Ever. With Trina, there was no way he wanted anything between his skin and hers.

  Micaiah bit the inside of his cheek to try to distract himself. Then he began to move. Slowly, at first, but it didn't take long before the call of her body was too much for him. He pounded into her with ruthless abandon, her cries urging him on. Trina looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes filled with a lust so powerful, it almost started a reaction he couldn't control.

  He brought his hand down on her ass again, hard this time. Trina's cheeks were already pink with his earlier ministrations. Against her dark skin, the color reminded him of a chocolate-covered cherry, the red peeking out through all the sweet darkness. She hissed at him, looking every bit as feral as he felt. So, he swatted her again. Her hands punched into fists at the small of her back where he'd bound her. As much as he wanted her hands on him, the sight of her bound and at his mercy was the trigger he'd been trying to avoid.

  Not wanting to come without her, Micaiah reach around her and smacked her pussy with his fingers. Trina's eyes widened in shock, but the contractions around his cock told him she loved it. Her pussy practically gushed with welcoming heat, bathing him with her excitement.

  "Fuck yes! Do that again, Mic!" Most women would have begged him for it. His Trina simply ordered him to. Even bound as she was, she wasn't a woman to be manhandled. She wasn't in control, but she knew what she wanted and she went after it with as much enthusiasm as he did. Who was he to disappoint a lady?

  He smacked her clit again. Then again. On the forth swat, Trina stiffened and screamed like a wildcat. Her inner muscles milked him, so that he had no choice but to come. His body shuddered and he groaned out his own release. When he erupted, Micaiah wouldn't have been surprised if the top of his dick had blown off. Nothing had ever been so forceful. Or so wonderful. He tingled from his waist to his toes and back again. Hell, his eyes even crossed and all he could see was little pinpoints of light dancing in the air around him. Spurt after spurt of his seed bathed her, deep inside her body.

  She was his. No question about it. He would never let her go.

  They stood there a moment, catching their breath. Micaiah doubted his legs would hold him if he tried to walk. Instead, he reached for a tissue box he'd thrown to the floor and wiped her clean, discarding it in a nearby trash can. He pulled her jeans back up and fastened them himself before he undid her hands.

  She turned, still leaning on the desk, and smiled at him. What was that shining in her eyes when she looked at him? Oh fuck! And what was that melting sensation in the region of his heart when she looked at him that way?

  "It's about time, Mic. I was beginni
ng to think I wasn't your type."

  Micaiah blinked, utterly confused. "What?"

  "I've been trying to get your attention for months," she explained.

  "Oh, baby, you've had my attention." He reached for her, pulling her back into his arms where she belonged. "You had my attention the first time you sashayed that sweet little ass into my office."

  She pushed away from him slightly. Not that he let her go far. "Then what took you so damned long?"

  Micaiah couldn't help the cocky grin. "I wanted you to ask for it."

 

 

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