by Nina Levine
My dick twitched at her tone.
With a smirk, I slid out of my jacket and undid the cuffs and top button of my dress shirt. Wren watched me the entire time, her blue eyes darting from my hands to my throat to my cock straining against my slacks. She bit her bottom lip, then looked away.
“You can look, you know,” I said as I settled onto the couch beside her. She swung her head back to look at me. “You should be able to look at what you cause.”
Her mouth parted slightly before she shook herself. “Believe me, I know exactly what I cause.”
There was a good foot between us on the couch, and it was a foot too wide as far as I was concerned. Taking her by surprise, I reached across and lifted her effortlessly, settling her on my knee. She wrapped one arm around my neck as she tried to get her balance back, and I shook my head when she tried to pull away. Curling my fingers around the base of her skull and the other on her upper thigh, I settled back, enjoying the way she felt. Although she had stiffened at the initial contact, she was slowly relaxing.
When I was sure she wouldn’t bolt, I swept my hand on her thigh up a little higher, skimming the fingertips under the frayed hem of her shorts.
“We should discuss what’s going to happen,” she said softly. “If I agree to this.”
If? Fuck, no.
I needed her to agree to this.
I needed that two weeks.
If she needed more convincing, then I would persuade her tonight because there was no way I was leaving without getting something for my good deed.
I could press her for that later.
For now…
“Yes.” I always wanted to know what the terms were. I knew what I wanted. I knew what I was getting and what I had to give. “The original offer of Hawk’s debt being wiped still stands.”
She narrowed her eyes at me, her fingers stilling. “And the deal with the bookie?”
I was a bastard for twisting this. Fuck, I wanted to kiss her, to slide my tongue into her mouth and make her grind on my lap. “I’ll get rid of the bookie, but I need something from you in return.”
“What?”
“Tonight. You give me all of you tonight in whatever way I want, and I’ll take that additional debt on.”
She mulled that over for a beat. “I need to hear the conversation between you two for myself. I need to know.”
Smart woman. I stood up quickly, taking her with me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, clinging to me. My dick jerked against her core, and her eyes slid shut. I felt around for my phone in my jacket pocket, then returned to the couch, settling us back down again. Wren’s breathing had grown erratic in that short trip, the sound of her sharp panting making me fantasize about what she would sound like while I was pounding into her.
“What’s his name?”
“Do you have everyone on speed dial?” she asked.
“His name.”
“Frank White. Do you know him?”
I didn’t bother to answer her question. I knew everyone, and everyone knew me. I pulled up Frank’s number, hit dial, then put it on speaker so Wren could hear.
“Rivera, how’s the pussy business,” the guy answered after a couple of rings.
“Good. How’s the bookie business?”
“Fucking fantastic. I had some asshole bet twenty thou on a race I’d fixed,” he told me, laughing. I ground my teeth, working my jaw to stop myself from tearing the guy a new asshole.
“Yeah, about that guy… Hawk Montana is his name, right?”
There was the sound of fingers flying across a keyboard before he said, “Yeah. How’d you know?”
“I need you to wipe that debt.”
“What the fuck, Rivera. I don’t come into your business and tell you—”
I cut off his fucking tirade. “Frank, you’ll get paid, but you won’t be chasing Montana for it. I’ll transfer the cash to you after I get off the phone.”
“I don’t know, Rivera…”
The fucker was fishing for more. With gritted teeth, I added, “I’ll give you a one-month pass to The Dollhouse… unlimited access.”
“Now, that’s more like it,” Frank replied. “Deal. Send me the money in the next ten. Otherwise, I’m sending my guy after Montana in the morning like I was planning to.”
I hung up, then clicked into my banking app. I had accounts everywhere, some legit, some not so legit, but they all worked for me. I transferred the twenty grand to Frank’s account, then logged out.
A minute later, a text from Frank said he got the money, and he’ll see me tomorrow night for his first day with my Dolls.
“Done,” I told Wren. “I’ve held up my end of the bargain. Now it’s your turn.” I needed to be in her cunt tonight. Denial was only good for so long.
She worried her bottom lip with her teeth.
When I saw her hesitation, I added, “Think of this as a free pass. We’re both simply getting what we want here. One night of pleasure, and if you don’t want to take my offer after that, then I won’t pursue you again. You can try to deny this attraction, Little Bird, but I know you want me to fuck you, and I can’t go another day without tasting you again. Just let me bury myself in your cunt because that’s all I’ve been able to think about since last night. Then tomorrow, we can figure out a way for you to see that my word is worth more than a piece of paper.”
Her fingers tightened in my hair, where she was playing with it at the nape of my neck. Her gaze darted from my eyes to my mouth.
Yes, she wanted that too.
One night of my tongue in her sucking, licking, biting.
One night of my cock inside her.
Bringing her to fucking orgasm over and over again.
Without waiting for another word out of her mouth, I kissed her roughly, sliding my tongue into her waiting and willing mouth. She opened even more widely for me, allowing me inside her. I stroked at her tongue, eliciting soft moans from her throat. My heart hammered in my chest as I took what I wanted from her. And she gave it all. Freely.
Breaking away, I slid Wren from my lap and deposited her onto the couch roughly, watching the way her breasts bounced under her shirt with the force.
“Move to the other end,” I commanded, pulling the tails of my shirt out of my slacks. I unbuttoned it quickly, then dropped it to the floor before working on my belt. Wren’s eyes widened when she heard the sound of the buckle coming loose. I slid it free of the loops in my pants, folding the leather over on itself until I had a short whip of sorts. I slapped it against my palm, enjoying the way Wren’s breathing increased.
“Like that, baby?” I asked, my voice low and graveled.
She moaned and bit her bottom lip. I groaned. There was no fucking way I could take my time with her. Next time, maybe, but tonight, I had to take her like I wanted. Rough. Savage. Unrelenting.
I unbuttoned my pants and stepped out of them.
Wren’s gaze dropped to my bare cock already waiting for her. She swallowed and sat up, reaching for me. I shook my head, making her pause. Taking a seat on the couch, I motioned for her to get up.
“Strip for me.”
She sank her teeth into her lip again as she thought about it. I was about to bark another command when she popped the button, slid the zipper down on her shorts, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband. She shimmied out of the denim, kicking them to the side. My eyes roamed all over her smooth thighs, but what I really needed to see was being hidden by the shirt. I glanced at her face.
Pulling the hem up over her head, she took off her shirt, leaving her in white lace panties and a matching bra. My dick jerked violently against my stomach, drawing her eyes. They widened a little, lust blowing out her pupils. I stroked myself while she watched, the desire for her plowing through me like a fucking freight train through a snowdrift. I don’t think I’ve ever had a woman I wanted so much. Not like this.
“I want to see everything, Little Bird,” I told her, my voice low and rough. Fuck, I needed to get
myself back under control.
Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra and shrugged it from her shoulders. I took in the beauty of her tits and knew that was where I wanted to dedicate some time. With my free hand, I motioned for her to lose the panties too. She did, and when she stood again, I drank in my fill.
Perfection.
Wren Montana was a fucking queen, and I wanted her to be mine.
12
Wren
As I stood there naked before Bane, I was waiting for the shame to hit me. The guilt. The humiliation. I was braced for it all, but what I got instead flawed me. Lust pooled low in my body while desire set my blood to boiling. Jesus fuck, I knew I wanted Bane, but not like this. Not with this much strength.
He patted his bare knee, inviting me closer. I stepped free of my panties and walked closer. My veins singed with awareness, my pulse spiking when he reached for his folded belt.
“I think my Little Bird needs a spanking for taking so long to come to the right decision.”
Instead of disgust rolling through me, it was desire. It was need. It was this overwhelming sense that I would like everything he would do to me tonight. And for the next two weeks.
“Lay across my lap with that fine ass of yours in the air.”
Although self-conscious, I did as he asked, positioning myself across his knees with my face against the edge of the cushion. He ran his hands over my ass, dedicating time to each cheek as he massaged them.
“I’m going to enjoy making your ass red,” he murmured, spanking me softly with a cupped hand before massaging it away. I moaned a little at the sensation, at the sting that seemed to register in my brain as pleasure rather than pain. “Hmmm, you like having my hand on your ass?” he asked in a deep rumble.
I tried to nod. I think I did.
His hand landed on my ass again, harder this time. Almost immediately, he massaged away the sting leaving me aching and needy. I moaned again, the couch cushion catching the erotic sound and stealing it away. He turned his attention to my other cheek, slapping it, then teasing away the pain.
I sucked in a gasp when I felt something cold trail up the back of my thigh. I began to squirm, but Bane pressed on my lower back, stilling me.
“I won’t hurt you, Little Bird,” he told me. “I’ll make this feel fucking fantastic.”
Swallowing, I nodded and shut my eyes. The question about whether I’d done the right thing was lapping in my head. That hard, cold thing trailed up the inside of my thigh, brushing against my pussy, and I cried out. I realized it was his folded-over belt. He was hardly touching me with it, but after warming me up with spanking, my entire body was electrified, waiting for his next touch.
He dragged the belt up over one of my ass cheeks, then pulled it away. I moaned at the loss, surprised that I liked it so much. Was that fucked up? A hiss was suddenly escaping my lips as the belt came down on my ass with a crack, the new sensation lighting me from the inside out. A low, appreciative moan bubbled up from Bane’s throat as he struck me again. The soft leather was warming slowly, taking away that first shock of sensation.
I arched my back as Bane’s fingers teased at the entrance of my pussy. He pushed a finger inside me, rubbing my juices over my clit. I could already feel an orgasm coming. With the combination of submission and spanking, I was primed for him, primed for the pleasure he could give me.
“So wet,” he murmured. He circled my clit, spreading liquid warmth all over me. Against my lower belly, I felt his cock hardening even further. If this was erotic torture to me, I could only imagine what it was doing to him. He plunged two fingers inside me, pumping them with new fervor. His control must’ve snapped, not that I was complaining. I clutched at the couch cushion beneath me as he finger fucked me to an orgasm that left me blind.
“Oh, fuck!” I screamed as the pleasure washed over me in a wave so big I feared Bane had ruined me for every other potential future sex partner. Bane spanked me as that wave crested, shoving it firmly into tsunami territory. I came with such fury, such wanton abandon. Writhing, bucking, thrashing, I came so hard and with such force that I could hardly catch my breath. When I could finally breathe again when the pleasure had ebbed away from my body, I turned my face so I could see him.
Bane had the fingers he’d had in my pussy in his mouth, sucking them clean. I groaned again. He was going to kill me. He was such a filthy man, but I found myself enjoying every damn second.
“You taste like champagne to me, Little Bird,” he rumbled. “I don’t need to ask if you enjoyed that because clearly you did.” I nodded. “Good, because I plan on spanking you as often as I can.”
A shiver climbed over me, settling against my skin. Smoothing his hand over my ass, the nerve endings skittered in his wake. Who knew touch could be so powerful?
“I’d planned on taking more time with you at my place this first time, but I won’t complain. Having you here like this is fucking enough. Come and straddle my waist.”
Getting up, I did as he asked, throwing one leg over his hips and settling against him. His cock was a hot rigid length between my pussy lips, rubbing my clit in the most delicious way. I squirmed against him, a gasp escaping my lips. Bane stared at my chest, his dark gaze drinking in my breasts with an almost reverent expression. He pinched one nipple, rolling the bud between his thumb and forefinger. The pressure was just this side of pain, and I flexed my hips against him, rubbing my pussy against his cock. I smiled when he groaned, so I did it again.
Bane brought his other hand to my breast and tweaked the nipple before taking them in each of his hands and squeezing gently. When he lowered his mouth to one of my breasts, a long shudder pushed past my lips. His tongue was like velvet against my skin, his teeth like a dagger. The mixture of pleasure and pain he seemed to bring to everything in the way he touched me ratcheted up my lust to a new level. He switched sides, sucking my other nipple into his mouth.
Biting.
Licking.
Sucking.
Driving me fucking insane.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I held him to me, pressing his face closer to my body. He thrust up, the ridges of his dick hitting my clit was an almost euphoric high. My head dropped back as I moaned. I doubt I’d ever been this turned on by a man in my life.
“Fuck,” Bane muttered harshly, pulling away. His expression was wild, like he didn’t know what to do with all the sensations. “I want to fuck these beautiful tits, but I have to be inside you more.”
I whimpered at the visceral image he managed to paint in one breath. He stood me up, so he could grab something from his pants pocket. A condom. Then he sat back down and ripped open the foil wrapper. I was rapt as I watched him slide the latex down his shift, groaning a little when he pulled at his cock.
He reached for me, splitting my thighs on either side of his body. His cock brushed against my entrance, the blunt head seeking entry. I held myself above him for a moment, just staring into his dark, fathomless eyes.
“I want to watch your face while I fuck you,” he said, kissing me hard and slamming inside me at the same time. I cried at the beautiful invasion, and the pure rightness of him being inside me eclipsed all thoughts that what I’d agreed to do with him was wrong. Bane-fucking-Rivera could fuck me anytime he wanted, and I would happily get lost in him.
He moved slowly at first, teasing the edges of my sanity with his slow, steady rhythm. A deep pull of need had settled into my belly, though, a well of pleasure only he could tap, and I begged him to do just that. I kissed him, his tongue plunging into my mouth, dominating my senses. When we broke from breath, his gaze went to my breasts.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded softly.
I reached for my breasts, cupping them softly, then rubbing my thumbs over my nipples. Bane placed his lips where one of my hands had just been, sucking me into his mouth and biting down. I moaned, my body flooding with warmth. Thrusting more deeply, I help back the scream as he hit deep inside me, pushing me past
pleasure and into a pain that slowly melted away into just more intense pleasure.
Releasing my breast, he sat back. “Get yourself off while I watch. I want to feel you come on my dick at least a dozen times tonight.”
A dozen? Biting my lip, I snaked my hand down between our bodies and flicked the tip of my finger over the sensitive flesh. My orgasm struck like lightning, the combination of his bossy commands, his thrusting cock, and my desire to please him, rendering me a victim to my hedonism.
I screamed his name before finally burying my head in the crook of his neck and shuddering through the rest of my orgasm. Bane continued to pump inside me, driving himself deeper, taking over me. I let him. It was good to forget that I was the responsible one, the one who had to look out for my baby brother.
Bane suddenly pulled out and flipped us, so I was kneeling on the couch while he fucked me from behind. I clutched at the back of the frame of the couch, my breasts bouncing with the force of his strokes. Increasing his pace a little, I shut my eyes, absorbing the thrusts, absorbing the way he was claiming me.
Hours later, we were on the floor. Bane was going down on me again, the sight of his hands wrapped around my thighs was more than my sex-addled brain could really handle. He’d made good on his promise of orgasms, and he was going for the twelfth now, only I wasn’t sure my oversensitive body could do it. I felt raw—well-used but not misused. Bane was very considerate of my comfort the entire time, but he was driven with unrelenting focus now.
I squeezed my eyes shut as another orgasm crept over me. It wasn’t that crashing wave anymore. Rather, it was a slow build-up that teased at the orgasm, peeling away layers of it until I was left with no choice but to face it.
When I eventually stilled, and my breathing had finally eased, Bane slid back inside my body, my inner walls clenching in welcome. Placing his forearms on either side of my head, he fucked me missionary style, his dark eyes on my face. We were both covered in sweat and cum—mine, not his—but I’d never been happier to be where I was. Bane’s strokes were slow now. Gone was that urgency of before, and in its place was a gentleness I had only glimpsed briefly from him.
