The Chase: Doms of Her Life: Heavenly Rising

by Shayla Black

  “And I know your father’s death is fresh, the pain so raw… You don’t realize yet that he’s still alive inside you. He’ll live on through you, your children, and their children, until the end of time. He hasn’t left you, Heavenly. He never will.”

  Beck’s words made her cry harder. She clung and melted into him.

  He thought his heart might explode.

  “Abel wanted you to be happy.” Beck turned her face up to his and sipped her tears. “That’s all Seth and I want, too… Because we love you.”

  “I know.” She sobbed uncontrollably.

  She didn’t need more stimulation. “It’s time to use your safe word.”

  “Maybe. I…I don’t know.”

  Beck did. Her body had reached its threshold, even if her mind hadn’t gotten the memo.

  “You were exquisite, but you’ve had enough,” he whispered in her ear. “Freedom.”

  Heavenly continued to cry as Beck plucked her off her feet and strode to the couch with her nestled in his arms. When he sat, she snuggled in closer, sobbing. They stayed that way, silently clinging to one another. Eventually her tears slowed, then stopped. Beck smiled as he watched her floating away on the endorphins he’d released. The heat radiating from her ass was all but roasting his cock, but he didn’t move or speak until Heavenly’s lashes slowly fluttered open.

  “Do you feel better, little girl?”

  She sniffed and nodded, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I feel…strangely peaceful. But I also feel like I’m drunk and weirdly floating inside myself.”

  Beck pressed a kiss to her forehead. “That’s how you’re supposed to feel. Do you want me to carry you up to bed?”

  “Yes.” She lifted her head and blinked solemnly. “But not to sleep.”

  He couldn’t not smile. He’d opened her up from the outside in and now—thank fuck—she wanted to be closer, fill herself back up with his affection, and complete their circle. Beck was more than ready.

  “I need to be inside you,” he breathed into her ear.

  “I was hoping you’d say that.”

  Clutching her tightly to his chest, he raced upstairs and laid Heavenly across the bed. Then he tore off his jeans, hissing in relief when his angry cock burst free.

  “Spread your legs for me, little girl.”

  As Heavenly eased her thighs apart, she sucked in a sharp gasp and grimaced. But Beck’s focus was on the slickness of her pussy.

  His cock screamed. His mouth watered. And his heart nearly stopped as he dragged his fingers through her slick folds. Heavenly jolted and cried out softly.

  “Please.” She held her arms wide, writhing for him.

  “I’ll take good care of you.” Rising up on his knees, Beck hovered over her heated body and cupped her cheek. “All of you.”

  Relief and gratitude swept over her face as she closed her eyes and nuzzled into his hand. He bent and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. Delighting in the feel of her downy-soft curls caressing his cock, Beck languidly swept his tongue inside her mouth.

  The way she’d dropped all her defenses and exposed her most fragile feelings to him still had Beck reeling. Heavenly was wide open now, and he wanted to bury himself—not just his dick, but his entire fucking soul—deep inside her.

  As their tongues twined in slow exploration, he palmed a condom off the nightstand before easing away from her mouth. Her smoky blue eyes half-lidded in desire tore him open, spilling his desire and abiding love between them. In a way, he felt as if he’d gone to battle for her—and won.

  “I can barely remember a time I didn’t want you,” he whispered.

  Heavenly sent him a happy, loopy smile as he ripped the foil wrapper open and rolled the condom down his throbbing length.

  “But your ass is tender, so let’s get you on your knees.” Beck banded his arm beneath her back and hauled her up.

  He didn’t miss the flicker of relief in her eyes as he repositioned her. As he leaned over her body and peppered kisses across her shoulder blades, the heat radiating from her backside nearly singed his skin.

  Beck drank in her soft sigh as he cinched a fist in her hair and tugged gently, dragging his tongue up her neck to trace the shell of her ear. “You took my pain so beautifully. Let me drown you in pleasure.”

  He palmed the middle of her back, then gently eased her torso down to the bed. The sight of her welted crimson ass poised in the air filled his veins with a powerful, possessive surge.

  Mine!

  Softly, he cupped her blistering orbs, reveling in the delicious heat between them. Then he closed his eyes and drank in the depths of their silent connection before aligning his swollen crest to her slick opening. She clutched at him, her body squeezing and sucking hungrily at his tip.

  “Beck…” She writhed back against him, trying to take him deep.

  Her cry nearly unraveled him, but he was determined to give her pure tenderness. Gripping one hip, he slowly fed her inch after aching inch, stretching and filling her. As he savored the feel of her tight, wet heat fluttering and surrounding him, his eyes rolled back in his head. He gave her back the ecstasy by dipping his fingers between her legs and gently strumming her clit.

  “Yes!” She gripped the sheets in her fists.

  Unhurriedly, he pressed forward, filling her until he was fully seated inside her. He couldn’t stop the groan from tearing from his chest any more than he could stop the Dom from falling away and leaving a man in his place. “Come for me, little girl. Any time. All night.”

  “I need to give you everything…” Her husky whisper nearly dismantled his self-control.

  He loved how wide open she was, how close to her he felt.

  Beck pulled out slowly, dragging his fat crest along her sensitive bundle of nerves. “You already have.”

  When he eased deep inside her again, she gave him a dreamy sigh. He strummed her hard little clit, softly sliding in and out of her tight, welcoming body, igniting nerve endings as he glided them both higher and higher with each measured thrust.

  He gradually picked up the pace. The sweet symphony of Heavenly’s moans and whimpers echoed off the walls. He added his own pants and groans until he was one with her.

  But all too soon, he was rushing toward release. Beck knew by the keening cries now spilling from her lips that Heavenly was there with him, desperately reaching out for the ecstasy.

  “Beck!” Her voice sounded as raw as her ass.

  “Shatter,” he growled as he put all his breath, all his might, all his need into one last thrust. “Now!”

  Heavenly tossed her head back once more and clamped down on him, crying out, her scream both hoarse and ragged. Beck’s entire body coalesced into a brilliant ball of fire. Lights exploded behind his eyes as he gripped her hips, shuttled through her clutching core, and roared out her name as he followed Heavenly into the blistering swirl of satisfaction.

  Languid exhaustion followed like a freight train. Beck collapsed over her back and peppered soft kisses across her shoulders and nape while they both struggled to find their breath. “You okay, little girl?”

  “Mmm…”

  Beck dragged his tongue down her spine, then slowly eased from inside her, pausing to stare at her red, deliciously welted backside still poised in the air. Then he climbed off the bed, pausing to drink in the dreamy smile on Heavenly’s face. Pride and possession filled him.

  “Keep floating.” He kissed her forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

  In the bathroom, Beck disposed of the condom and dimmed the lights. Then filled the whirlpool tub, adding herbal bath gel, before returning to the bedroom to find Heavenly sprawled on her stomach now, eyes closed. She still floated far away. Beck simply smiled as he scooped her into his arms and carried her to the tub. She didn’t stir, but when he lowered them through the cloud of bubbles and the swirling hot water met her blistered flesh, Heavenly’s eyes popped open with a long, pained hiss.

  “Easy. I know it burns, but I put some oils
in the water. They’ll help,” he promised as he settled her between his spread legs and cradled her in his arms.

  He stared down at his soaring beauty, so precious and pure, and gently brushed errant curls from her face. Beck had known before tonight that he loved her, but jesus…Heavenly now owned every piece of his heart.

  She’d been made for him.

  “Talk to me,” he whispered in her ear.

  After all, his brave girl had taken every lash he’d dished out, and he hadn’t gone easy on her. She’d taken his pain with a level of trust and strength that had melted his fucking heart. Best of all, he’d broken through her walls and she’d purged some grief. He wasn’t naive enough to think she wouldn’t have more over time, but he’d cracked her barriers. She knew now how to let go. It was a start.

  When she didn’t respond, he began to worry. An unsettling remorse crept in. Had he taken her too far?

  “Heavenly?” he prompted.

  Still nothing.

  He clutched her tighter, rocking her gently. “Oh, baby. I’m sorry.”

  “What?” Her lashes fluttered open and she lifted an unfocused gaze up at him. “No. It was…amazing.”

  She closed her eyes again.

  Letting out a relieved breath, Beck filled his palm with the bath gel, then glided his hands up and down her boneless limbs, caressing her and bringing her even closer, reveling in her tiny moans of delight.

  “Feels good,” she murmured.

  “I enjoy pampering you.”

  “You’re good at it.” A lethargic smile tugged her lips. “You’re also good with a belt.”

  “Probably too good.” When guilt tried to worm its way in again, he began washing her hair, relieved when she groaned in pleasure. “Don’t ever think that the only way you can make me happy is to let me give you pain.”

  “I don’t. And I wouldn’t like the sting of your belt every day…but once in a while would be all right.

  “Once in a long while. I honestly don’t want to give you pain on a regular basis.” Beck had to scoff at himself. “It’s ironic. In the past, that’s all I ever did. But I’d rather touch you with my heart than my belt.” He brushed his lips over her ear. “I’m sorry for taking you harder than I intended.”

  “Don’t be. You gave me a way to understand you. I needed to know if I was capable of giving you what you want and need in order to decide anything about my life…my future. But you also gave me a way to start mourning. Thank you.”

  Beck closed his eyes. Fuck, she humbled him. He couldn’t lose her.

  Of course, she was still weighing her options. Obviously, what he and Seth had done for her so far hadn’t fulfilled her promises to Abel. But maybe in time she’d see they could—and actually give their future a chance.

  Beck cupped her chin and tilted her head back. As he rinsed the shampoo from her long, pale mane, he teased the seam of her lips with his tongue. Heavenly turned and lifted her heavy arms, threading her fingers behind his neck and welcoming him in. He cupped her breasts and thumbed her beaded nipples as their tongues tangled and swirled.

  Ignoring his stirring cock—and the war that would ensue once Seth got home and got a look at Heavenly’s ass—Beck glided conditioner through her hair.

  “Have you talked to Seth about his kink yet?”

  “Uh-huh. On Sunday night, when you had to rush to surgery.”

  “And?”

  “At first, he was reluctant. But eventually, he shared it with me.”

  Beck tensed. Had Seth led her down his dark path? “And?”

  “We had a really good time.”

  “Doing what?”

  “Playing a game.”

  “Exactly what kind of game?” Beck tried not to sound as suspicious as he felt. Seth had never explicitly admitted his kink, but the fact he leaned toward consensual non-con hardly thrilled Beck.

  “Well…” She glanced up at him with a wide grin. “Seth dressed me in this tiny little apron and the shoes you bought me in Vegas, then we pretended I was his servant. I couldn’t do anything well enough to please him.”

  Beck scowled. “And I suppose he punished you?”

  “He did. A lot.” And she sounded terribly happy about that. “On my knees, on my back… He could do anything he wanted to me, and I couldn’t stop him.”

  Forced servitude and non-con? Oh, that fucker had some explaining to do…

  “Sounds like a blast.” Beck tried not grit his teeth, tried not to let her hear the bubbling fury.

  “Hey.” Heavenly gently splashed him. “I enjoyed it, just like I enjoyed tonight with you.”

  Beck didn’t care. He still didn’t like the sound of that. But no sense in picking his fight with her. “Stand for me.”

  She took the hand he offered and he helped to her feet. He swallowed a groan as the white bubbles slid off the crimson welts adorning her pert ass. He traced his fingertips over the raised lines, loving the way she shivered and moaned, before he bent and skimmed butterfly kisses across his marks.

  Finally, he stood and scraped his teeth over her shoulder before reaching for a stack of towels. After shaking the terry cloth open, he squeezed the water from her hair, then twisted it on top of her head before plucking up another to dry her body, carefully patting her backside.

  Beck quickly toweled off and drained the tub before taking a seat at the vanity, where he lifted Heavenly onto his lap. Her eyes slid shut, a sated smile curling her lips. He watched her reflection in the mirror while he brushed and blow-dried her long, pale hair, enjoying the way she completely gave herself over to him.

  Heavenly was nearly asleep when he lifted her into his arms and carried her to bed. “Sweet dreams, little girl.”

  She mumbled something and drifted off. Then Beck loped downstairs and started pacing, wondering when that cocksucking PI was coming home so they could have it out.

  Thursday, April 18

  * * *

  At just before five a.m., exhaustion tugged at Seth as he slid the key into the front door and turned the lock. All he wanted was to peel off his clothes and fall into bed. After a long damn night, he’d finally captured the evidence he needed. His client wasn’t going to be happy that his wife was, in fact, cheating on him. The guy would probably be surprised to learn her lover was another woman. But that wasn’t Seth’s issue. He’d done his job.

  Pausing in the kitchen, he pulled a notepad and pen from the drawer and quickly jotted a to-do list for Heavenly. He’d been texting one to her every day since their night alone. So far, she blossomed under his structure. She definitely behaved as if she was less anxious. He’d even seen her relax after finishing her homework.

  Quietly, he climbed the stairs. At the top, he flipped on the hall light and peered into the bedroom, expecting to see Beck and Heavenly curled up in slumber. Or maybe enjoying an early-morning quickie he could join before the doctor left to make his rounds.

  But when he glanced inside the room, he stopped dead in his tracks because that wasn’t what he saw.

  The hall light above cast a bright-white glare on Heavenly’s ass, which had been pale and unmarred before he’d left for work. He ought to know; he’d cozied up to it not long before he’d gone. Now it was a mottled red, lined with angry welts from hip to hip, and from the upper swells of her ass all the way past her sit spots.

  What. The. Fuck.

  Anger, white and hot, exploded in his veins. “That motherfucking son of a bitch. I leave for one goddamn night, and he goes all sadist on her.”

  Hands curling into fists, Seth bent closer to get a better look. Heavenly’s skin wasn’t broken—thank god for small favors—but that was the only damage Beck hadn’t managed to do. Cocksucking asshole.

  At the sound of the shower running, Seth turned his head. Good, the prick hadn’t left yet. While Seth hadn’t come home intending to send the doctor to the hospital via ambulance, now it would be a fucking miracle if Beck’s morning didn’t end with two broken legs, internal bleeding, and a bla
ck-and-blue face.

  Stewing, visions of assault dancing in his brain, Seth crossed his arms over his chest and waited.

  A few minutes later, Beck stepped from the bathroom. Seth met him with a furious scowl. He managed to contain his urge for violence—barely—and jerked a nod toward the hallway. They were going to have some harsh words and probably some bloodshed, but not near Heavenly.

  Beck raised a brow at him, mouth flat and mute, before he paused at the dresser mirror to adjust the already impeccable knot on his tie.

  Seth clenched his jaw. He didn’t appreciate the surgeon fucking with him on top of all the shit he’d done to Heavenly. The bastard was just digging his own grave…

  Finally, Beck left the room. Seth followed downstairs, holding in his outrage until they reached the kitchen. Once the surgeon flipped on the coffeepot, all bets were off. “What in the absolute fuck happened last night?”

  “The same goddamn thing that happened when you were alone with her. So back off.”

  “Are you kidding me? Not even close! I didn’t use a goddamn…”

  “Belt,” Beck supplied derisively.

  “Really? I was going to say meat grinder because her ass looks like you beat it to hamburger. And don’t you dare tell me you forgot the way you did the condom the other night.” Seth narrowed his eyes. “You did use a condom, right?”

  “Yes, Dad. I did. Are you done whining yet?”

  “Whining? The only thing that’s stopping me from beating you ugly right now is the fact I want some fucking answers.”

  “Why don’t you shove your sanctimonious bullshit up your ass? You got your freak on with her Sunday night while I was a work, same as me. Forced servitude with a dash of non-con? Seriously?”

  So Heavenly had told Beck all about the fun they’d shared. Willingly…or had Beck beat it out of her?

  “Oh, fuck you. Was that beating you gave her some form of punishment?” Seth gestured vaguely toward the bedroom.

  “No. It was cathartic, actually. But while we’re talking about punishment, she said you heaped lots of it on her—”