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  That wasn’t true. Hadn’t she proved how adventuresome she could be? She sat on the edge of her chair, leaning forward. “Why not?”

  He considered her several minutes before finally saying, “The only way you can is to allow me to possess you ... in every way.”

  She swallowed, taken aback. “That’s a hard bargain.”

  He smiled. “You have no idea.”

  “Okay. I’ll bite.”

  “Promise?” He pulled up the keyboard and typed something in. “This is my address. If you decide you want to see me, I’ll be waiting.” He stood and the screen went black. He’d turned off the connection. There was no way to contact him now accept by the address he’d sent. And that was just too much to ask--for her to go meet a stranger? But then, hadn’t she done much, much worse?

  * * * *

  “Oh ... my ... gawd! I can’t believe you did that!” Cass shrieked, bouncing excitedly in her seat and fanning herself.

  Ananda cringed, sinking down in their usual booth in Remy’s bayou shack. “Shhhh! I don’t want everyone knowing my sex life.” Ananda blushed furiously, almost sorry she’d told her ... but not quite. She couldn’t help grinning in the face of such excitement.

  “Who? There ain’t no one else here but us and Remy. Anyway, tell me you’re going to visit him. You can’t pass this up.” She sat up and wagged a finger at her. “I won’t let you.”

  “He could be some psycho, Cass. The world’s too dangerous for real sex. Besides, you know how I feel about one night stands.”

  “Uh huh. You’re just being chicken. It’s Saturday night, we’re both free, I say we drive over. I’ll be your backup. If I hear you screaming--uh, being murdered--I’ll save you.”

  “You’re so not being funny.”

  Cass arched her brows, her mouth set in a grim line. “You’re going.”

  “No.” Cass continued her death stare. “NO. There’s nothing you can do to drag me there.” Ananda looked smug until Cass got up and threatened her within an inch of her life. When stuck between Cass and a hard place, it was always best to choose the latter. And of course, being stuck with a hard piece was infinitely more fun.

  Ananda had been surprised to find he lived in New Orleans. She hadn’t caught an accent, but then, he’d only whispered to her the entire time, so it was difficult to tell. She couldn’t help but feel meeting him would taint her experience, and hated spoiling it, but Cass wouldn’t let it be.

  Cass drove them in her Taurus, since Ananda didn’t own a car, and they arrived at the townhouse in fifteen minutes.

  Ananda looked out the passenger window across the street to his building, a cold sweat on her brow. She wiped it away, disconcerted to feel her stomach clenched in a knot. “It’s dark. No one’s home. Men don’t stay home if they think they can go out and get a piece of ass.”

  “He was here last night. Oooh.” She rubbed her hands together excitedly. “Maybe you’ll catch him in bed.”

  “Hmph. At this hour? Not likely.”

  “Stop dragging your ass and go up there. If you’re back in less than five minutes, you’re gonna get it, and then I’m going up.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” So she needed a prod in the ass. She was still new to this adventurous side of herself--it needed all the coaxing it could get.

  Ananda got out of the car and walked to his building. The porch light came on as she raised her fist to knock, sending goose bumps over her skin.

  The door opened, but she couldn’t see anything more than the general shape of a very tall, very broad shouldered man. His cologne teased her nostrils, intoxicating, spicy. Lordy. He smelled good enough to eat.

  Was it him? Or could it be a roommate? She didn’t know anything about him. She laughed nervously, shielding her eyes from the fluorescent bulb shining on her face. “You’re going to think this is crazy, but ... uh ... were you on a site last night--?”

  “I knew you’d come,” he said, his voice a husky, satisfied growl that made her tingle in all the right spots.

  Jesus, that voice ... where did she know it? He was so ... potent in person, or perhaps it was her own reaction that made her think that. “I almost didn’t.”

  “Silence.”

  The game. He wanted to play the game. She felt weak inside just thinking about it. But hadn’t she initiated it--wasn’t it what she wanted? He stepped aside and she walked in, hesitant. She turned to face the open door. “My friend’s waiting outside. I need to let her know--”

  He shut the door solidly. “Nothing exists now but this room. You live only for me until the word is spoken.”

  “You promised me your face.”

  “Only when you give yourself to me completely. Come.”

  He took her hand in his, the callused skin abrasive on her palm, heightening her sensitivity. He led her deep into the house. Dark as it was, she slowly grew accustomed to the dimness. Ahead, a soft yellow glow limned his body.

  He was naked. She swallowed, wondering how she could have missed such an important detail--and if she was ready for something like this. But she knew she’d never get over her shyness unless she started acting on her desires. It was time she grew into her womanhood.

  He turned away from the door, keeping his face in shadows, and gestured her inside with a sweep of his arm.

  The room glowed with squat candles set on shelves and sporadically covering the floor, surrounding a central table. Except it didn’t look like any table she’d ever seen. The surface was covered in thick padding, not unlike a pillowtop mattress, and cuffs on chains extended from each corner with two extra near the middle, lengthwise edge.

  He moved up behind her, touched her shoulders, drew his rough hands down her soft biceps. “Don’t turn around. I’m going bring you to the edge of release again and again, until you beg me to ram my cock inside you,” he whispered, mouth near her ear, breath hot on her skin. Ananda shivered, an ache clenching her womb. She wanted him now, without names, without identity, only skin and heat between them.

  She held still, afraid of what he’d do--or not do, unable to bear waiting longer. Ananda bit her lip as he moved his hands from her arms and settled them on her hips, his fingers teasing the hem of her blouse.

  “Take it off.”

  With trembling hands, she grasped the hem and pulled the mini-t over her head and dropped it to the floor. He pressed a palm flat on her back, moving his fingers down the hollow of her spine.

  “I like that you wear no bra.”

  She didn’t need one. Her breasts were practically non-existent--a trait she’d inherited from the Indian side of her family.

  He curled his hands around her ribcage, fingering the shallow undersides of her breasts. “I like how tight your breasts are.” He stroked his tongue up the side of her neck. It was wet and hot. “I could wrap my mouth around them. Do you want me to? Do you want me to suck your small nipples until they ache for me?”

  Her throat had gone dry. She couldn’t speak, could only nod.

  “Not yet. I want to savor you. Take your shorts off, and your sandals.”

  Ananda did as he asked, adding to the pile of her clothes. She stood only in her panties, and was glad she’d at least had the forethought to wear silk.

  Something hard pressed against the cleft of her ass, cold and hot all at once. Oh god.... She clenched her hands, biting her lip.

  “I’ll make the hurt go away. Bend over and put your hands on the table.”

  She was far enough away from the table, her ass tilted up when she bent over it. She sensed him kneel behind her, felt his hands move up the front of her thighs as his tongue glided along her lower back, leaving a trail of heat. He scraped his teeth along the edge of her panties, fingers whisper soft on the tops of her thighs, brushing across her apex lightly, maddening her with their nearness.

  “You’re wet for me already,” he said, his voice muffled with distance and the flesh of her ass cheeks.

  He nipped her with his teeth, caught the silken fabric and tugg
ed it down, slowly exposing her cheeks to the conditioned air. He seized the front of her panties and dragged them down her legs, impatient, rough.

  “Spread your legs. Farther. More,” he said, his voice hoarse, needy.

  She moved her feet apart until her pussy was wide open, her folds separated to the cool air. Her juices seeped down her thighs in anticipation.

  Kneeling behind her, he did nothing, letting her anxiety grow by the minute. Her nerves were stretched to the limit, reaching for him, begging to be touched, feeling out for any whisper of movement, any heated breath. When she felt the first hot probe of his tongue, she thought she would scream.

  He moved down the crevice of her ass, past her taint to her soaked folds.

  “Oh god,” she whispered as he flicked his tongue across her labia. He nipped her thigh in warning, and she bit her lip to stifle her cry.

  Pain and pleasure ... a heady mix that had her blood racing. He moved his hands up once more, holding her folds open as a book, baring her inner core to his greedy mouth. His tongue thrust deep and hard inside her pussy, and she moaned, arching her back as he twirled it inside before he withdrew and moved up to her swollen clit.

  That was what she wanted, what she’d longed to feel for so long, what no vibrator could mimic. The hot, wet feel of a man’s mouth wrapped around her clit, driving her crazy. He took it into his mouth and suckled. She thrust back without thinking, felt the grind of his chin against her pubic mound. He sucked harder, with near bruising intensity, until she thought she’d pass out, then he slacked, flicking his tongue rapidly over the clit, faster than any finger. Sucking and massaging, he built her to the edge of climax. She gasped for breath, clenching around him, getting so close. She knew she had to be smothering him but she didn’t care, could only think of that mouth, working her clit to climax, needing to climax.

  He stopped suddenly, leaving her on the brink, and she screamed in frustration. He slapped her buttocks, hard, making the tender flesh sting. Her skin jumped in response, sensation heightened. The waves of orgasm ebbed and flowed, never reaching the crescendo.

  He stood behind her, cupped her sex with one large hand, teasing her with his deft fingers.

  “Please,” she begged. If he didn’t make her cum, she’d die.

  He slapped her right buttock in response, harder than before. The combination of stinging pain and the faint flick of his fingers on her clit made her gasp. The sting felt almost as good as his stroking, in some perverse reversal of nerve endings. She groaned and he popped her again, stinging her, massaging her clit and cheek, soothing the small hurt away.

  “Don’t make a sound. Don’t speak,” he said, a warning growl.

  “I need you.”

  Her left buttock received a slap. The skin tingled. She bucked against him and he cupped his body around her. She felt the cold ring of his cock in the cleft of her ass. She wiggled against him, and he groaned, bit her shoulder, hard, before he pulled back.

  “I ... can’t ... deny you.”

  He pushed her forward, until her upper body lay across the table. Leaning over, he stroked his hands down her arms and guided her hands into the cuffs. He tightened them then moved away.

  Distantly, she recognized the soft rustle and tear behind her of a condom being opened, but she had barely registered that fact when he came to her again.

  With strong hands, he grasped her thighs, lifting them up around his hips as he moved between her spread legs. This was what she’d come for, no noble cause, for more than curiosity. She wanted him to fuck her. It was a primal, basic need she’d denied too long.

  Ananda tensed as his cockhead teased her opening, moving slow, stretching her wide, wider than she thought possible.

  He was huge, and his cock ring ground against her, a foreign object that made her shudder as he worked inch by agonizing inch inside. Once his cockhead passed her outer rim, he thrust fully into her.

  Ananda screamed as the metal studs bumped along her pussy, so rough and hard she spasmed against his shaft in blissful shock. She clenched her fists, arching her back as he drove deep, nudging her cervix. She tightened around him, and he pulled out, leaving the ring inside her before thrusting home again.

  He moved her forward with each stroke, grinding her clit against the roughened cloth of the table, her nipples pebbling with each abrasion. Ananda bit her to keep from crying out, felt the orgasm building, intensifying, growing closer.

  He lowered her feet to the floor, leaned over her, his strokes faster, harder. Speed kept them short, potent, the metal balls rigid against the edges of her pussy. He pushed his hand into the mass of her hair, urging her to arch her head back as he bit the side of her neck, sucking her flesh hard.

  She couldn’t hold back any longer, couldn’t contain herself. She cried for more, begged him in unintelligible moans and gasps. She sounded like an animal and she didn’t care. The climax rushed through her, singing in her veins as her heart pounded in her chest. He bit into her neck as she clenched around him, spasming in ecstasy, and he thrust inside one final, soul shaking time. His cock pulsed in her core, shuddering his release, and he collapsed atop her, pressing kisses along her damp back.

  “Narcissus,” she breathed heavily and dropped her brow against her forearm, debilitated beyond reckoning.

  He caught his breath and pushed off her with shaky arms, standing. Walking around the table, he stopped directly before her. Ananda squeezed her eyes tightly shut, not wanting to break the spell.

  “Look at me, Ananda,” he said softly.

  “How do you know my name?” She refused to look up, even when she felt his hands free her from the cuffs.

  “I’ve known it all along. I’ve wanted this since the first time I saw you, but you ignored me from the beginning.”

  No. No, no no. The hair stood on the back of her neck as he spoke, his voice undisguised by quiet, by whispers and lusty growls.

  Slowly, she opened her eyes and pushed herself up to her elbows. It was him--the man she’d secretly crushed on since she first started working at her new job. He looked solemn, cautious. Black hair curled on his forehead, damp with sweat as it clung to his skin. Eyes blue as the gulf stared down at her, wary, unblinking, unashamed of what he’d done. He’d seen her fat. He’d seen her thin ... he’d seen her naked and been inside her.

  Jesse Rainer.

  “Oh god.” She dropped back down and covered her head. “Kill me, please.”

  She heard movement, hoped he’d abandoned her to die from embarrassment. Instead, he pulled her from behind and spun her around, wrapped his arms around her like a cage.

  “Let me go!” She couldn’t get any leverage on him with her hands trapped against his hard chest.

  He leaned her back, keeping her off balance, his mouth nearing her own. She opened her mouth to flail him alive with words, and he crushed his lips to hers, plunging his tongue inside her mouth. Ravenous, he probed her, moving one hand down to roughly squeeze her ass as he kissed her greedily, hungrily.

  Her embarrassment burned away at the heat of his mouth possessing her. He sucked her tongue into his mouth, ravenous to taste her, leaving no crevice unexplored. She moaned, breath mingling with his, his scent all around her, enveloping her senses, winning a battle she had no heart in fighting.

  When she melted against him, he broke away from her mouth, smiling crookedly. How could she have been so blind not to recognize the mouth that had taunted her dreams and waking hours?

  “I’m yours, Ananda. For as long as you’ll have me,” he whispered hoarsely, pressing small kisses on her nose, cheeks, and chin when she remained silent.

  “Well?” he asked before sucking at the corner of her jaw.

  “I’m ... uh ... oh.” She gasped and swallowed hard. “...not so sure I should give you the ... mmm ... yes, like that. The ... uh ... satisfaction.” She shook her head. “Stop it. You’re making it really hard to ... think.”

  He grinned against her cheek. “That’s the idea. You thin
k too much. That’s what your friends say.”

  “Jesus! I forgot all about Cass! She’s still waiting for me outside.”

  He pulled back, looked her in the eyes, grinning. “No. She knows you’re all right. She set this whole thing up. Said you were too pig-headed to recognize a good thing even if it should bite you on the ass. Which, I’ll be happy to prove her wrong if you’ll bend over again....”

  Ananda frowned. “I’ll kill her. I swear--”

  He silenced her with a kiss that promised many more nights of sublime domination ... not that he could deny her anything she wanted. Ananda grinned wickedly as he broke the kiss, leaving them both breathless and wanting more. No, there would be no denying her wants. And therein lay the ultimate fulfillment of her every desire.

  THE END

  Below is a special sneak peek and Celeste Anwar’s next lusty Cajun tale:

  CARNAL KNOWLEDGE

  by

  Celeste Anwar

  CHAPTER ONE

  “Hold it, bitch.”

  Kaeli Jackson stopped instantly at the mouth of the dark, narrow alley, a chill creeping up her spine at the mugger’s high, nasal voice. The door to Inferno was only thirty odd feet away, but she’d never make the run in her heels. She hadn’t gotten decked out in a year, and she’d break something if she tried it. The bass from the music pounded outside--there was no chance they’d hear her scream or anything else. She was on her own.

  The mugger moved up behind her. “Damn you’re phat, bitch.” ‘PH’ phat he meant by the tone of his voice--he damn well wasn’t commenting on the size of her ass. She didn’t want to tell him phat went out a year ago. He pinched an ass cheek and she gritted her teeth, biding her time, hands clenching.

  He snickered and released her. “Gimme your purse.” He wrenched at it on her shoulder and she slipped it off, dropping it on the sidewalk from his grasp.

  “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to,” she babbled like a helpless female, glancing down and watching him stoop to grab the purse. His hand snaked out, and she lifted her foot to grind her heel into the back of his hand--the meaty part near the thumb. Blood welled instantly. His high pitched scream rattled her eardrums. She twisted, grinding him into the rough pavement, knocking him back on his ass with a shin kick she’d learned in KardioKick.