by Long, A. L.
*****
One the way home, Rade thought about the guy lying on the table. His brain was going in circles trying to figure out what this whole thing meant. It also made him think that maybe, just maybe, his father had something to do with this. Keeve and Mason were still in ICU and in critical condition. Keeve had been shot twice. Once in the shoulder and again in the gut. They expected that he would make a full recovery since no vital organs were hit. Mason wasn’t so lucky; he was shot in the chest. Even though he was alive, he might never truly recover. Rade wished he had his hand on the asshole who shot them. He would like to know what possessed him to go on a shooting rampage.
Dylan snuggled up to Rade while he was in deep thought. God, he was glad he had her. She made everything in his life so much better. Wrapping his arm around her shoulder, he pulled her in closer and kissed her gently on the head. He could feel her pull away from him, only to see her tender eyes looking at him. Lifting her chin, he lowered his head and placed his lips on hers. Dylan’s lips were soft and still swollen from her emotional turmoil. Rade parted her lips with his tongue. Her warmth took him in, leaving him wanting more. Nudging her closer, Rade placed his hand along her neck, caressing the soft skin on her jaw. God, he loved this woman. He could feel the pressure building as the mass of his cock started to rise. He needed to get Dylan home and fast.
“Step on it, Richard,” Rade ordered.
“Yes, sir,” Richard replied with a smirk.
CHAPTER NINE
Tomorrow would be the day that Rade went to get his paternity test done. Dylan didn’t know how she felt about it. As she stared out the window onto Central Park, there was one thing she did know, she was completely in love with Rade, so when he stepped behind her and asked her to strip and wait for him in the bedroom, she had no problem submitting to his command. This was something they both needed and desired. Removing her heels, Dylan bent over to pick them up, giving Rade a view he couldn’t resist. He could have taken her right then, but instead he moved to the liquor cabinet in the living area. Her little display was going to cost her a little alone time.
Knowing that Rade would be a while, Dylan decided to do a little preparation for what she knew would be a long night. Stripping off her skirt, then her blouse, she went to the bathroom to freshen up. When she looked in the mirror, it was a wonder that Rade didn’t run for the hills. She looked devilish. Like something out of a zombie movie. Washing her face as quickly as she could, she reapplied a little mascara and her favorite smoky eye shadow. With a little touch of lip gloss, her look was now that of a woman ready to be ravished. Checking her appearance once more before she left the bathroom, Dylan sprayed a small amount of perfume on her wrists and rubbed them together.
Surprised, Dylan sucked in a breath, seeing Rade’s form in the doorway of the bedroom. Before she could move, he said sternly, “You were supposed to wait for me on the bed.”
“I… needed to freshen up first,” Dylan explained.
Rade slowly walked to where Dylan was standing. God, she was beautiful, he thought to himself as he shortened the distance between them. Lifting her from the floor, he carefully set her down on the bed so that her body was sitting just on the edge near the foot of the bed. “Don’t move,” Rade ordered, loosening his tie and walking into the enormous closet.
Dylan wasn’t sure what he was searching for, but when he finally appeared, he held a small box in his hands. Placing the box on the nightstand, Rade began to unbutton his shirt. Dylan’s eyes drifted down his chest as he undid each button. Her fixation on his strong muscular body ended when she heard him speak. “Eyes on your lap, Sweetness.”
Dylan quickly turned her eyes from his body and moved them to her lap where her hands were neatly folded. She didn’t know how she got to this point, but every nerve in her body tingled. The moisture pooling between her legs surely began to drip from her inner thighs. Only Rade could make her this hot.
Without looking up, Dylan could feel Rade’s presence before her. The scent of his masculinity filled the air. Before she could raise her head to look at his beautiful body, Rade had her on her feet, turned and facing the bed. His hands were on her, wrapped around her neck, slowly gliding down the plane of her back. Every nerve in her body was going crazy with desire. She tried focusing on the expensive painting above the headboard, but all she could think about was his touch and wanting more of him. No longer able to resist, she turned to face him and slowly fell to her knees. Placing her hands first on his muscular thighs to balance herself, she began unzipping his pants. Slowly moving them down his legs, she could only think of one thing. Kissing only the tip of his perfect cock, she playfully moved her tongue up and down his long shaft. When she heard him groan, she knew she had him. Moving her hands up his leg, feeling the taut flesh beneath them, there was no more waiting as she placed one hand on his tight ass while the other cupped his scrotum. She was the one in control of his desire. Lowering her head, she continued lapping her tongue up and down his shaft, quenching her thirst with every inch of his perfection. While her hand kneaded the firm skin of his ass, the other caressed his sac. “Sweetness, you need to stop. I don’t think I can last much longer,” Rade moaned in a throaty voice.
As much as she wanted to submit to Rade’s request, she couldn’t. She needed this as much if not more than he did. Ignoring his request, she continued her assault on him. Taking him in her mouth, a drop of pre-cum fell upon her tongue, greeting her with a taste of what was awaiting her. Dylan only took enough of his cock in her mouth to tease him. She wanted to savor every inch of him. Flattening her tongue, she began going down on him. He was too big for her to take him fully, but she knew whatever she was doing was making him come undone. With her other hand still on his sac, Dylan tightened her grip while caressing his balls in her palm. Lilly had once told her that there was an area just below a man’s sac that caused extreme pleasure. Pressing her middle finger and index finger just behind his sac, Dylan could feel Rade’s movements increase. She knew he was getting close.”Fuck, Sweetness. What are you doing to me?” Rade asked with a heated moan.
Before Dylan could finish the job, Rade had her up off the floor and on the bed with such force, she didn’t realize until he was deep inside her what was happening. His animalistic instinct took over as he held her in place and fucked her from behind. Dylan could feel every muscle in his body as he continued to propel inside her. He was so deep, she thought for sure she was going to bust at the seams. The pleasure was beyond any pain her body was enduring. All she knew was that she needed more.
“Rade, please, harder,” Dylan moaned.
“It’s my turn, Sweetness,” Rade commanded.
“I need more, Rade, please,” Dylan begged.
“You are mine, Sweetness. I want to hear you say it.”
“I’m yours, Rade, only yours,” Dylan cried.
“Your body is mine to take, Sweetness, in any way that pleases me. Say it.”
“My body is yours to take any way,” Dylan said, barely able to get the words out. Her body was on fire. All she wanted was release.
Just when she thought she would get what she needed, Rade pulled from her, leaving her feeling empty. Dylan felt a shift in the mattress, letting her know that Rade was leaving her unfulfilled. She didn’t know what was happening. One minute he was ready to come unglued and in the next he was gone. It was dark in the room except the light coming from the walk-in closet. Dylan was just about to go after him when she saw him enter the room carrying a bowl. When he brought it to the nightstand, she could see that it was filled with ice. She didn’t know what possessed him to bring ice, unless he was going to use it on her. It was at that point she knew their play was only just beginning.
Rade sat next to Dylan on the bed with a hunger she’d never seen before. She knew she only belonged to him, but the look on his face showed much more than that. It was as if he was staking his claim on her. There was something different in the way he was looking at her. Concerned, Dylan
placed her hand on his cheek. Brushing her thumb across the rough texture of his unshaven face, she asked, “Rade, what is it?”
At that moment it was over. The look on his face changed. With a tortured grin he said, “Hands above your head, Sweetness.”
Dylan knew she couldn’t deny him. Rade opened the small box and pulled out two pieces of rope. He dangled them in front of her: he was telling her that he was in control now. Taking one piece of rope, he wrapped it snugly around her right wrist. When the rope was secure, Rade pulled at Dylan’s hips, adjusting her position so that she was lying flat on the mattress. With the other rope he bound her left wrist and secured it to the headboard. There was nowhere for Dylan to go. She felt helpless yet excited for what was going to happen next. Her anticipation was evident by the moisture now gathering between her legs.
Rade turned his body so he could pull something else from the box. Dylan couldn’t see what he had in his hand. All thoughts were lost when Rade’s mouth clamped around her right nipple. The coldness shook her. Her body became electrified. She now knew the purpose of the ice. It was like nothing she ever felt before. The tip of his tongue circled her taut nipple. Every sensation was on overload. Rade pulled his cold mouth from her pert bud only to replace it with a nipple clamp. The sensation was overwhelming. Dylan had to take in a deep breath. Breathing slowly, Dylan’s body finally adjusted to the added pressure.
Rade tenderly massaged the decorated breast, while giving attention to Dylan’s bare one. Her nipple became taut within seconds, thanks to the ice cube Rade rubbed over her hard bud. As he added the second clamp, Dylan once again took in a deep breath before her body adjusted to the invasion. Rade lifted his head, looking deep into Dylan’s eyes. “Absolutely fucking beautiful,” he said, lowering his mouth to hers.
The kiss was intense, not only because of the clamps on Dylan’s breast, but because the need for each other was doubled with every breath they took. Rade pulled his mouth away and swiped back a strand of hair from her face. With added tenderness he whispered, “Good?” He meant it as a question, so when Dylan didn’t answer, he asked again, “Sweetness, are you good?”
“More than good,” Dylan confirmed.
Her confirmation sent Rade back to tranquil bliss. With every kiss he placed on her body, a slight tremor followed. Her body was over-sensitized not only by the clamps on her breasts, but also from the tingling sensation she felt between her legs. She didn’t know how much longer she would be able to hold on. Rade’s mouth skimmed every inch of her body, leaving nothing but heated energy in its path. Dylan heard the clatter of the ice, letting her know more ice cubes were going to be used. Slowly and gently Rade kissed her freshly shaven mound, taking in her glorious scent while feeling her arousal penetrate his being. The sensation of the cold on Dylan’s heated clit was almost too much for her. She could have exploded right then. Slipping his finger between her folds, her body began pushing against him with a dying need to be satisfied. He knew every touch he placed on her would bring her closer to the one place she needed to be. He wasn’t ready to let her go. As much as he wanted to take her over the edge, he wanted to worship her more. Adding another finger to join the one between her slick folds, he entered her wet channel. Grabbing more ice, Rade began inserting one, two, three small cubes into her tight channel. Dylan could feel her orgasm ignite before he even entered her.
Dylan’s back arched at the intrusion. It was too much for her. “Rade, I can’t hold on any longer. I need you.” Dylan’s declaration rippled in a breathless plea.
“I got you, baby. Let go.” Rade’s words were like Christmas and the Fourth of July all lumped together. Never had Dylan’s body felt more buoyant than it did at that moment. It was like everything was washed away. There was no more turmoil, no more worry. It was just them.
Rade kissed Dylan tenderly on her inner thigh as he slowly pushed her knees to her chest. He could see the sheen of her wetness displayed in front of him. Lifting her hips to give him better access, he began to devour her sweetness. Dylan’s back arched off the bed, giving him even more of her sweet pussy. Diving in, Rade circled her clit in slow lapping movements with his tongue, making it impossible for her to move. Grabbing her hips, Rade held her tightly, letting her know that he was in control of her next orgasm. He may have let her have the first one, but this one was on him. Dipping his tongue between her folds, only pure pleasure was waiting for her. There was nothing more beautiful than to see Dylan submit to him. He knew every detail of her body. He knew exactly where to touch her. Even her moans were carved in his mind. There was nothing about this woman he didn’t know.
Releasing his grip on her hips, Rade leaned back on his heels so he could get a better view of Dylan’s gorgeous body. “Do you know how beautiful you are?” Rade asked.
Dylan couldn’t answer. All she wanted was to come. Her body was seething with arousal. She knew if she could just rub her legs together, she would be able to get the release she needed. Rade must have read her thoughts, because no sooner than she craved it, he was over her. Placing his hands on either side of her small frame, Rade grabbed yet another cube and gently glided it into her tight channel. Her body trembled at the sudden coldness to her already sensitized cunt. Pushing his thick cock between her wet folds, he could feel her walls tighten with every push and pull of his cock. He could feel the ice melting as her body’s heat thawed the tiny crystal. The feeling of his cock inside her cool channel was unmistakably the most remarkable sensation his dick had ever felt. Supporting his body with one hand, he took the other and held on to her ass, trying to get deeper inside her. It didn’t matter how deep he went, he would never be able to get enough. In one swift move he had her face down on the bed and resumed his position behind her. He loved the shape of her ass. He loved the way it moved as he thrust deep inside her. Leaning over her body, Rade untied her and lifted her body onto his. Her back was to his front, but it didn’t matter because he could feel all of her. Rade wrapped his arms around Dylan’s waist and pulled her even closer to him. He drew his hand to her breast and removed first the right, and then left nipple clamp. Dylan screamed his name with such force that her tight pussy clamped down hard on him, causing him to surrender to his own piece of heaven.
Rade gently lifted Dylan and placed her across his lap so she was now facing him. Her eyes were glazed over and Rade knew she was just as jaded as he was. Gently kissing her on the lips, Rade adjusted her body, placing her on the bed. Looking down before leaving her, he inspected her body. He could see that her wrists were pink from the rope he used to bind her, which he expected from the way in which she moved. It was her nipples that caught his attention. They were a crimson color and more gorgeous than before, if that was possible. Unable to resist, he lowered his head and gently kissed the bright red peaks, first the right and then the left. Dylan shook at the tenderness the clamps left behind, but welcomed Rade’s touch.
Rade came back to the bed with a warm washcloth. He gently wiped her body clean of any remnants left of their uncontrollable passion. When he was satisfied she was clean, he stepped back into the bathroom to deposit the soiled cloth into the laundry hamper. Returning to the bed, Rade glanced over only to see that she was sound asleep. He knew he pushed her body to the limit. Sliding in beside her, Rade pulled her body close to his and wrapped his arms around her. Exhaustion took over and within minutes he was out.
*****
Rade heard a pounding in his head. He thought it might have been from the drink he had earlier. Grabbing his cell, he looked at the time, only to find that it was two in the morning. Fully awake, he realized that the pounding wasn’t in his head, but coming from the front door. Pulling on a pair of pajama pants, he made his way to the annoying sound. When he looked at the camera, he could see the intruder was his father.
Rade opened the door. By the look of his father's appearance, he hadn’t showered for a couple of days. His suit was rumpled and his white dress shirt looked even worse. His shirt was buttoned w
rong and blood stains covered the front.
“What the fuck happened to you and what the fuck happened at BlackStone?” Rade cursed.
“I’ll explain everything, but first I need a drink,” Garrett mumbled.
When Garret walked into the penthouse, Rade could tell that something wasn’t right with his father. It was only after he collapsed on the hard marble floor that he knew he was right. Leaning over his father’s body, Rade could see that the blood on his father’s shirt was coming from him. Rade quickly unbuttoned his father’s shirt and pulled it open. Garrett had a knife wound on his side, about four inches wide. Someone got him really good. Rade couldn’t leave his father on the cold floor, so he carefully lifted his body over his shoulder and took him to the couch. Rade needed to think. His only choice was to call Richard.
“Richard, I need you to come to the penthouse. My father showed up. He’s got a pretty good slice to his gut,” Rade stated.
“On my way, sir,” Richard replied.
Richard arrived at the penthouse within minutes. It wasn’t far for him to travel, considering he lived one floor down from Rade. The door was still open to the penthouse, so Richard walked in without knocking. Richard saw Rade sitting on the coffee table trying to get the wound on Garrett’s stomach to stop bleeding. Richard let Rade know he was there by gently placing his hand on Rade’s shoulder. Rade looked up at him.
Richard patted Rade on the shoulder and said, “Stay here, I’ll run and get more bandages.”
Richard returned minutes later with a hand full of gauze and bandages. He also came back with what looked like antiseptic and a bottle of liquor. “We need to move him to the bedroom,” Richard suggested.
“We can take him to the guest room,” Rade answered.
