“What did you have in mind?”
“Well, since they can see everything at the back of the house, why not give them a sexy show? With you being my master and me submitting to your every demand. That’s what you purchased, a beautiful slave.”
There was a raw edge to her voice, a tone unlike what I’d heard before. The attraction we shared was incredible, but I was beginning to believe we were in a glass house, the container about to be shattered.
But she did have a good point. The windows themselves were bulletproof, something Maverick had insisted on. Besides, I had no fear they would attack the house. Not at this point. They were like any other organization. They loved money and Lucifer had sensed I had plenty to spare.
“If we do this, you will need to do what I say.” The sound of my demand was surprising even to me.
“Isn’t that the point?” With Reese’s skin glowing, her lips swollen and rosy from the heavy round of kissing, I was even more attracted to her than before.
I was also craving another taste of the very darkness and sadism I’d been allowed to experience inside the club. What I’d come to realize over the last forty-eight hours was that I had a massive dominating streak running through me, enough that I wasn’t certain typical passion would provide me with satisfaction from this day forward.
When I cupped her face, Reese leaned into the hold, nuzzling in a way that forced my cock into full attention. Craving her was easy.
Keeping my hands off her was almost impossible.
“Perhaps I’m no longer interested in having anyone else watching our activities.”
“Then you shouldn’t have volunteered for the job. Remember?” She backed away and when I reached for her, she shook her head. “Just remember, you’ll need to be rough and raw.”
She had no way of knowing that’s all I’d thought about since the first taste.
Only my rough and raw wasn’t playtime.
“Fine. I’m going to make a drink and head to the living room. You’re going to enter in five minutes where you’ll crawl to me on your hands and knees. Is that understood?” As soon as I took a long stride toward her, she stiffened. Perhaps she was getting ready to play her role.
“Yes, sir.”
I cupped her face as I’d done before, rubbing my thumb across her mouth. Without hesitation, she pursed her soft lips, inviting me to fill her mouth. Perhaps I would give her what she wanted. “Be a good girl.” With a quick glance at the monitors, I was curious as to how long the bastard planned on waiting. This level of surveillance was cautionary but ridiculous.
A few seconds later, I had to force myself to walk away, retreating to the living room where I poured a huge glass of whiskey. Before easing into one of the leather chairs, the location perfect for anyone with a set of binoculars, I decided to give the asshole some music to listen to while he was waiting for the show.
A little classic rock never hurt.
I dropped onto the chair, dialing Chase while I waited.
“You have something,” he said as he answered.
“I have a visitor.” I was a little surprised my voice held lightness instead of being toned by the anger I felt inside.
“We’re moving forward. Thank fucking God. I could tell by your terse emails you were ready to go stir crazy.”
“You have no idea.”
“Isn’t your guest keeping you busy?” Even his laugh was annoying tonight.
“We’ve been trying to keep this very professional.”
“I’m sure you have. Just remember, you are a man and she’s a beautiful woman.”
A sudden small light outside caught my attention. Instantly, I bristled, ready to grab my weapon when I realized the asshole was lighting a cigarette. “He smokes.”
“Who?”
“The asshole outside.”
“Interesting,” Chase mused. “Why don’t I take a run at this one? I’ll see what I can find. Who knows. Maybe we’ll get lucky and he’ll lead me to his master.”
“I doubt that, but why not. I’m ready to bring the hammer down.” I tossed the phone onto the table, taking a swig of my drink just as my lovely guest appeared in the doorway. Given there was no way for the voyeur to hear what we were saying, I motioned toward the floor, even beckoning with my fingers. Every move was exaggerated, but I was finding it difficult to ascertain if I was acting.
Images flashed in front of my mind. All lurid. All sadistic.
Even as I tried to shake them off, I accepted that they were a small part of me.
Seeing her strapped to the spanking bench had teased the hell out of me. What I wouldn’t give to have her shackled to the cross, waiting for the strike of my whip or cane.
Fuck.
The ache in my cock was tremendous, the pressure almost intolerable.
Even from where I was seated, I could tell her eyes were glassy. Was she trembling? Was she anticipating the filthy things I’d do to her? With a dramatic flair, she dropped to the floor onto her knees, fisting her hands. With the floor-to-ceiling window, it was possible the fucker could even see her expression.
Crooking my fingers, I beckoned to her again, concentrating on my drink as if she was nothing but a minor distraction in my world. When in truth, everything about her presence interrupted my thoughts, my actions.
And my needs.
She had that way about her, the balance I’d tried to create around her crumbling even more so than in the kitchen. I’d never been a spontaneous guy. That just wasn’t in my DNA, but seeing her with the chocolate and the way the liquid had trickled out of her mouth had awakened something. A deep desire that had nothing to do with romance. Only blatant, rough and hungry passion.
Now on her hands and knees, she started crawling toward me.
With another point of my finger and a sharp shake of my head, she dropped hers. A moment of respect for her master. By the time she’d crawled halfway toward me, my cock was pressing savagely against my jeans, the zipper biting into my flesh.
My hunger was palpable, driving and keeping me on edge. After another quick glance out the window, I refused to allow the son of a bitch to interfere with the moment. Was this only show and tell? Maybe.
Or maybe not.
It took all I had not to pull myself to the edge of my seat, eager to touch and taste. A master wouldn’t do that. He’d be bored with this simple interaction, merely grabbing a moment of relief. The phone was nothing but a prop, a telling statement that I had business occurring at all hours of the night.
But the closer she came, the more difficult it became to concentrate on anything but her voluptuous body. The woman was breathtaking in every way. From her attitude to the light swish of her long blonde locks.
Damn, the woman had a way of getting to me.
With my knees wide open, she moved between them. A single point of my finger again and she sat on her haunches, her head still in a submissive position. Another swig of my drink and I counted to twenty for emphasis before sliding the glass and the phone on the table.
Leaning forward, I placed my index finger under her chin, lifting her head.
There were things I could and should say to her to alleviate any fears. But I didn’t. Maybe the role I was playing wasn’t as different as I’d believed. The ache in my balls was significant and every time I thought about her surrendering to me body and soul, I drifted further into the dark abyss of craving full dominance of her.
Her eyes drifted back and forth across mine, her lower lip quivering. With the light in the room, her skin shimmered. So soft. So beautiful.
“You are truly something very special.” I rubbed my thumb back and forth across her chin. “Touch me.”
Her actions slightly stilted, she pressed her fingers between my legs, brushing them along the inside, rolling them up toward my groin. The angry pulse of my cock was a clear reminder I needed relief.
In the next few seconds as she continued her role, my mind was no longer thinking about the case or the monsters involved. Only her.
When her fingers reached the bulge between my legs, she peered up at me, waiting for my command.
“You can stroke me. My good little slave.” The words flowed from my mouth with ease, not quite startling me as I would hope, but exciting me instead. Every muscle was tense, my thoughts a filthy blur of longing.
She cocked her head slightly and with her lips pursed, all I could think about was her soft lips wrapped around my dick.
“Unfasten my jeans.” My tone was even but dark, more so than I’d expected.
Her obedience was immediate, her fingers working deftly to unfasten the tight denim. The moment she’d freed my cock, I leaned my head back, closing my eyes. The way her fingers wrapped around my shaft was incredible, everything a man could want.
As she twisted her hand, the immediate friction brought a smile to my face. “Good girl. Touch me. Squeeze my balls.”
A soft murmur escaped her lips as she did as she was told. Her touch was hot, searing my skin. Her expertise in driving me crazy was evident, played out like she was working a musical instrument, so fucking talented I could lose my load too easily.
And why not make this last?
I ran my fingers through her hair, staring down at her with hazy eyes. “Free the strap for me.”
A single look of surprise crossed her face, but she did as she was told, struggling to pull the belt free from the tight loops. The moment she’d obeyed my command; she lifted the strap as if offering me a gift.
One I accepted, rolling the rough pads of my fingers across the smooth grain of leather as well as her knuckles.
She shuddered from my touch. There was nothing about her actions indicating she was pretending. I could also tell by the scent of her desire floating into my nostrils. I had no doubt the woman was wet.
And eager.
The anticipation was killing me, the deep throb in my cock excruciating. With the belt in my hand, I studied her intently, just enjoying her expression, the way her lips parted and the tiny drag of the tip of her tongue across her lush bottom lip.
“Open your mouth. Be my good girl.”
A slight smile curled on her upper lip before her lips formed a perfect O.
“Suck me and no hands.”
The moment her sweet mouth wrapped around my cockhead, a single powerful growl erupted from some deep, dark place in my being. I fisted her hair, my fingers digging into her scalp. Keeping her in place. Demanding she pleasure me.
I lost track of myself and time as Reese swept her tongue across the surface of my shaft. With her tight jaws, the pressure built quickly and easily, pushing me far too close to the edge.
The tight squeeze on the belt reminded me of the strap in my hand. Still unable to focus, I rolled the thick leather down her back, teasing her relentlessly. She dared to wiggle her bottom back and forth and the invitation was too much a powerful draw to ignore.
The second I cracked the belt against her buttocks, she shuddered, the beautiful moan escaping her lips sweet music.
I repeated my actions three more times before brushing the strap up and down her back. Everything about her and the moment was thrilling, pushing me into a surreal space in my head and in my soul.
Maybe I was one of the bad guys after all.
After another four strikes of the belt against her blushing skin, I took a full minute to enjoy my drink, allowing the unwanted voyeur to witness a spectacular show.
But it wasn’t over with yet.
Not by a long shot.
As I stroked her hair, she mewed in response. The woman could certainly make me smile. Yet I knew the control I had carefully woven around me was slipping. And the savage inside of me wanted to fulfill the promise I’d made to her.
Claiming every hole as mine.
I pushed her back, stroking the side of her face as she searched my eyes as if hoping for praise. And I gave it to her in spades.
“You are my good little girl. So very good. Now, I’m going to fuck you.” As I stood, I pulled Reese to her feet, fighting the urge to smile when she immediately lowered her head. A man like me could certainly get used to being served by such an incredible creature.
As I walked her toward the window, I reminded myself again this would all be over with soon and I’d be forced to release her.
No man should own something so amazing.
But perhaps…
“Hands on the glass. Keep your position,” I commanded, her response immediate. Using my knee, I kicked her legs further apart while taking a deep breath. Her scent was far too intoxicating, sending up red flares that I needed to be on the ball. We were being watched and I wasn’t happy about it.
But the game continued, a sweet representation of the desires that had been burning deep inside for half my life.
Seeing her in position was as inviting as everything else about her. Her fingers were flexed, nails digging into the glass. Her breath was short, already fogging the glass. And with the quiet reserve of her being, when she tipped her chin over her shoulder, I was immediately thrown by both her beauty and the carnal look on her face.
She was as wrapped up in the moment of sin as I’d become. A willing partner in a dance of sadism. I didn’t disappoint her, cracking the belt across her bottom several additional times until she was forced onto her toes. Every moan was cathartic. Every shift of her body, the way she bent her knee then immediately realized she was disobeying me.
There was an intense thrill about seeing her reddened skin, the marks I’d created and the warm crimson hue that would be ingrained in my brain long after they faded.
With the electric vibrations continually humming throughout my body, I wrapped the strap around her neck, twisting the two ends together.
“You’re being very obedient,” I whispered, nuzzling my mouth just under her ear before biting on her earlobe.
Her eyes were half closed, her long lashes skimming across her cheeks. “Yes, sir.”
Goddamn, even the submission in the sound of her voice was spectacular. She arched her back, sliding her palms up the window. And even widening her legs. Inviting me.
Tempting me.
I was far too much in need to wait any longer. There was no pretense, no possibility I could hold back. After stroking my cock for a few seconds, I thrust the entire length inside her sweet pussy.
“Fuck,” I hissed, tossing my head back and gasping for air. She was on fire, her muscles immediately clamping down while the ache only continued to increase.
Her moans and the way her body shivered at my touch were delicious aphrodisiacs, almost as much as her crawling to me. I gripped her hip with one hand, pulling out and using even more force when driving deep inside.
Every writhing motion of her body was a gift being presented. Without seconds, there was nothing else that mattered but fucking her like the savage I’d become. Darkness held me, making me forget the reason I was here. With my jaw clenched, I fucked her long and hard, squeezing the belt together until her breathing was labored.
Fuck.
My hunger was exploding.
My needs intense.
Sweat was beading on my forehead.
My muscles were stiffening.
My thoughts were turning more sadistic with every moan.
Yeeesss… I couldn’t get enough.
Reese bucked against me, her pussy so wet her juice had slickened her inner thighs. Such a beautiful moment yet I wanted more. So fucking much more.
My mind continued to spin, the loss of control fueling my actions. Every guttural sound I made matched the lavish purrs escaping her mouth.
As soon as my balls began to swell, I resisted the urge to fill her with my seed. Tonight, I’d claim her asshole. Then her entire body and every ounce of pleasure would belong to me.
With my mind still unfocused, my hand still wrapped around the belt, I rubbed the tip of my dripping cock up and down the crack of her ass.
She stiffened the moment I pressed the tip of my cock against her tight little hole. Yet she didn’t complain, didn’t dare defy me. She was quite the obedient girl.
In just pressing my cockhead inside, the ache increased. Her body remained stiff, but she was encouraging me, arching her back. The woman was a little temptress. With deliberate actions, I pressed my dick in an inch at a time.
And call me reprehensible, but I kept my gaze locked on the area outside where I’d seen our unwanted visitor. Maybe I was thoroughly enjoying him watching our passion, wishing he could be me.
Fuck the man and everyone in his club. No one touched what belonged to me.
When I was fully seated inside, I wrapped my body around hers, enjoying her labored breathing and the way she fit perfectly in my arms. Our bodies molded together as if they were meant to be.
I could almost call it romantic had I not been squeezing her neck.
Panting, her fingers played in the steam she’d created, drawing little stick figures including a heart. Just to tease me.
I kept my face buried in her neck as I fucked her tight hole, the hard thumping sound as I slammed into her adding to the heavy rock and roll beat of the music.
The moment couldn’t have been more perfect, but with all acts of total control, at some point they needed to come to an end. Every inch of my body ached, the pressure pushing me past the point of losing control.
With three additional brutal plunges, I released into her tight hole.