Blue

by Ford, Brynn

  Slowly, I started digging my thumbs into her skin as they circled against her pelvic bone, darting my tongue inside her with skill. I pressed, harder and harder, causing pain while I licked and sucked and made her squirm with desperation for me.

  I expected her to stop me, the pressure I caused with my thumbs should be crossing the line from pleasure-pain to just outright pain. Yet she held me firm to her slick arousal and moaned her encouragement.

  “Hurt me, baby, hurt me and make me come.”

  I just couldn’t take it. I didn’t have the patience to tease her anymore. It’d been too fucking long since I watched her come and I needed to see it. I needed to make her come hard and fast and now.

  I stood abruptly, tossing her left leg over to meet her right before grabbing handfuls of her ass and flipping her body over harshly. She lifted her upper body, turning her head to look back at me, but I stopped her, pressing a hand firmly between her shoulder blades and holding her down against the table.

  “Do you like it when I’m rough with you, Desi?” I bent down, folding over her and replacing my hand between her shoulder blades with my mouth, kissing wetly.

  She gasped, turning her head to the side and pressing her cheek against the table. I could see the lustful longing outlining her features and sharpening her expression and it was so fucking gorgeous.

  “Yes, Sir, I love it.”

  I paused momentarily in my trail of kisses down the center of her back at the word “sir" and my hesitation forced me to take notice of how red her upper back was. There were marks across her shoulder blades. I wouldn't have called them scratches, exactly, but they were fresh, raised, red from dried blood.

  They were odd injuries, but she drew my attention away and I got back to work with her begging.

  “I need it. Vaughn, please, I want to be owned.”

  “I do own you, Desi,” I whispered in a sultry tone, “I own your heart and your soul. And I’m about to show you how I own your body. I own how you come. When you come. How hard and fast or gently and slowly you come.”

  My lips brushed over the soft flesh of her rear and my eyes were drawn downward to patches of red welts under her ass cheeks.

  What the fuck?

  They were slightly swollen and the marks looked fresh. As I ducked my head to get a better look, I noticed there were faded blue bruises on her cheeks that looked older.

  Goddamn, when was the last time I saw her naked?

  “Baby, what the fuck happened?” I asked, running my large hand gently over the bruises and markings.

  She didn’t like that.

  Moving quickly, she stood upright, forcing me to take a step backward. She spun around to face me, hopping her ass up onto the table edge.

  “It’s nothing, Vaughn.”

  I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her to me as I stepped in between her wide open legs. I bent to kiss the hollow of her throat.

  “It’s not nothing baby, what are those marks? How did you get them?”

  I saw another mark on the side of her neck, a small spot that looked like a bruise was just beginning to form there. I touched the spot and she froze. It prompted me to give her a quick once over. That’s when I saw how red her biceps and shoulders were, too. She’d taken my attention so fully from the moment I’d walked in the door that I hadn’t noticed them.

  For a moment, she felt like a statue in my arms. Her breathing paused. Her pulse hesitated. Her muscles went rigid without so much as a twitch. It made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, and not in a good way.

  I pressed, “Desi, what’s going on?”

  She snapped back into motion so hastily that it caught me off guard. She grasped my cheeks in her delicate hands, holding my face steady to keep me from looking at her red flesh.

  She smiled at me, “Nothing’s going on, babe. It’s really no big deal. I was,” she stuttered, “We’re trying this new thing at the studio. It’s like, it’s kind of like aerial yoga. Straps and wires and stuff. And I kind of flipped the wrong way. It’s just like, rope burn.”

  "Bullshit," I narrowed my eyes at her.

  Desi’s sentences were usually smooth, confident, concise. That story was anything but and it was a fucking terrible lie.

  She kissed me softly and tried to explain herself further, “I can’t string a sentence together right now. Vaughn, I’m just so wet for you. I need to come. I need you. Please, can we get back to us? I'm okay, don't worry about it.”

  With her sultry eyes holding my gaze, she licked my bottom lip and kissed me slow, pressing soft, wet kisses lightly against my mouth. I was staring her down, still wanting answers about the marks on her body. Concern etched my face and I didn’t open for her immediately. She gripped my neck with her small hands and shimmied closer to me. She slid her fingers down my arms, teasing with her nails, all the way down to my wrists

  “Please, Vaughn,” she watched me with wild eyes, tempting me to ignore the marks, “Baby, please, touch me, fuck me, I’m begging you.”

  Desi’s fingertips drew a line across my belt, meeting in the middle at the buckle, and she worked to pull it free.

  I wanted to push the issue, I wanted to know what the fuck had happened to her, why she had these injuries. I think I knew the answers, even then, but I'd refused to admit it to myself because Desi just wasn't that kind of girl.

  Was she?

  Even though I knew things were so much worse than I thought when I saw those marks on her, my own goddamn body betrayed me and I knew I couldn’t deny her in that moment. I couldn’t deny myself. We needed this so, so much. I decided to drop it for now, fully intending to address it later, so I could focus on this tantalizing vixen in front of me.

  I enjoyed this begging, teasing side of her, so I didn’t make a move to touch her just yet, though a smirk lifted the corner of my mouth. She sensed then I was playing with her and she smiled, biting her lip.

  She pulled at my pants, toying with the elastic of my boxer briefs and I had to grit my teeth to hold back a groan.

  “Vaughn, I need you inside me, baby, please.”

  She undid my pants and pushed all of the fabric down, exposing me entirely, before wrapping her legs around my ass. She dug her heels into me, dragging me to her, and grinding her wet pussy against the tip of my hard-on.

  “Fuck, you’re wet, babe,” I hissed and she nodded quickly, searing my soul with the lust behind her eyes.

  Her hands around my neck pulled, forcing me to bend closer to her and I had to put my hands on the table on either side of her for balance.

  Arching her back, she pressed her bare tits against my chest, circling her hips and pressing harder. Her head fell back, eyes shut, the tips of her long hair gliding back and forth in rhythm with her body against the tabletop behind her.

  Desi is a fucking goddess.

  Her warmth was so welcoming against my tip, coaxing me to slide right inside her. I could thrust and bury myself to the hilt with one push, but I held back, letting her use my cock to torment herself until I could see the agonizing tension pull tight at her desperate expression.

  She whispered enticingly, almost to herself, head still back, eyes still closed, “I need it, I need it so much. Please, please fill me. Fuck me. Hurt me, baby.”

  I groaned, letting out a breath from deep within my chest, passionately craving to do just that. I watched her writhe and squirm against me. The view of her unpainted, olive skin grinding in between my tattoo covered arms was purity incarnate. She was far from virginal, obviously, but to me she was a divine creature that only I had the privilege of watching come undone.

  When I just couldn’t take it anymore, I bowed my head, kissing her throat, deliberately and wetly. I worked my way up her neck as she moaned and I pressed my lips to her ear.

  “You’re mine,” I breathed as I pushed forward, burying myself in her warmth.

  “Yes!” she exclaimed.

  “Show me how much you want me, Holly Blue. Come hard for me.”
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  “Yes,” she breathed, “More Vaughn, tell me more.”

  “Work your hips for me, babe, work my cock,” I licked just behind her ear, eliciting a moan, “Make me harder for you, make me so hard that you’ll scream when I finally let go, when I come inside your sweet cunt, fuck you ‘til you’re raw.”

  She smiled deviously, “Yes, more, more,” she panted, circling her hips and driving me wild, “Yes, Vaughn, I’m so close.”

  “Yes, baby, that’s it, work for it, earn my cock.”

  I bit into the side of her neck, then soothed the spot with my tongue as she cried out. Her body spasmed, catching the first wave of climax. I pulled all the way out just to tease her. I wanted to draw out her orgasm, make her come so hard she screamed.

  “No,” she protested, “no, no, no, don’t stop.”

  “Who makes you come, Desi? Say my name. Tell me who you belong to and I’ll fuck you.”

  Desi lifted her head to look at me and she looked, in a way, contrite. There was an expression of regret that struck me right in the center of my chest. She used my neck to pull herself up close to me, wrapping her arms around me tightly. Her embrace felt more intimate than being inside her. Her skin shared secrets with mine, expressing love, adoration, regret, apology, passion, all conveyed through a simple hug.

  “I love you, Vaughn. I love you. No matter what,” she said to me, placing a lingering, hot kiss against my cheek.

  It felt like falling in love with her all over again. I turned my head and caught her lips with mine, returning the sentiment through my kiss. I squeezed her tight, holding her to me as close as I could, while I slid back inside her.

  We both moaned through our kiss and I fucked her right there against the table’s edge. I took her hard and full, but in slow, long strokes. I pumped into her roughly until she was literally trembling in my hold.

  She whimpered and mewed as her body stiffened with a building climax. She twisted around my cock, angling herself just where she needed me. Her core clenched around me as she came and she cried out.

  The sound was feminine.

  Uninhibited.

  Feral.

  Agonizingly blissful.

  And then she crashed. Her entire body melted into me. She let out a hoarse laugh that could only be described as sinfully sated.

  I pushed her back down on the table and grabbed her wrists, raising them above her head and slamming them to the table without missing a beat. Her legs were still latched firmly around my hips and she kept them there as I continued to fuck her, picking up my pace and intensity.

  “I’m yours, Vaughn. I’m yours,” she bit down hard on her bottom lip.

  Little vixen. She knows how that drives me wild.

  “Use me, Vaughn. Fuck me, I wanna feel you come inside me.”

  “Yes,” I grunted, on the verge, “Yes, fuck, take it Desi.”

  She lifted her hips off the table, effectively tightening the grip her pussy had around my length and that set me off. I came inside her hard and fast, thrusting until she had milked me dry.

  I was still coming down from the most amazing orgasm that only Desi could give me when her phone pinged.

  Once.

  Twice.

  Three times.

  I wouldn’t have noticed it at all if she hadn’t jumped a damn mile with the first text. Even worse, her arm darted out on the third, like an automatic reflex, reaching out toward the sound. She should be begging me to make her come a second time with my tongue, not reaching for her fucking phone.

  Just like that, she was gone. I’d lost her from the moment completely as she was called away by the sound.

  She was looking toward her purse that she’d left in a heap on the chair to my left. Her expression was positively conflicted, tinged with some mixture of mortification and exhilaration and it made me want to pound the table with my fist. Thank God I didn’t snap and do just that, because it would’ve scared the shit out of her and sent her packing for good.

  Desi licked her lips and turned her head back to look at me. I was so off put by her sudden distraction. She’d stolen our moment of afterglow in the way she allowed her attention to be dragged away from me, from us. I could feel anger shift my expression from passionate indulgence to exasperation.

  My breathing was still heavy and my dick was still inside her when I asked, “What? Is there something more important on your phone right now?”

  She stammered uncharacteristically, “No, Vaughn. Why would you…" she blinked, “Of course not.”

  I sneered “Fine. It’s fine, Desi. I guess we were done fucking anyway, right? You got yours, I got mine," I chuckled humorlessly, emotional ache building inside me, "For fuck's sake.”

  I pulled out of her unceremoniously, stepping out of my pants that still hung around my ankles and leaving her on the table. I stalked through the bedroom and climbed into the shower.

  The easy way she was distracted from sex to texts, the terrible marks on her body, the way she had to seduce my attention away from concern – things were adding up and I wasn’t exactly thrilled with the sum.

  Something wasn’t right.

  Something was very, very wrong.

  I was going to find out exactly what it was.

  Chapter 17

  Desi

  Disloyal.

  Deceptive.

  Cruel.

  Lying, two-faced, filthy, rotten, trampy, fucking whore.

  Those are just some of the names that exploded in my brain the moment Vaughn left me naked on our dining room table. Those names were mine now. I had earned them.

  The texts coming through as Vaughn came inside me had startled me, drawing my attention away from him. I let them draw my attention away from him. Each ping scared me, frustrated me, enthralled me. The timing of the messages seemed almost fateful. I knew they were from Law, I could feel it without even looking. It felt as if Law knew exactly what was happening at that moment and sent them intentionally.

  It was as if he had materialized in front of me, commanding my attention, and I let him take it. I let him take my attention from my husband and I immediately felt like the shittiest wife that ever existed.

  I covered my face with my hands, combing my fingers through the roots of my hair as I fought the urge to scramble off the table just so I could check my phone.

  What the fuck is wrong with me?

  I’d pissed off Vaughn, hurt him deeply, yet here I was with the audacity to concern myself with Law and his goddamn messages at all. It made my stomach churn to realise I was in so deep that I couldn’t even give my full attention to the afterglow of a perfect climax with my husband.

  I sat up and hopped off the table, digging through my purse to pull out my phone. Talking to Law, texting him, being near him, it had become a bad habit, an addiction. I was turning into a piece of shit junkie over him and I hated it.

  I hate this.

  I shouldn’t even read his texts. I should just write him back. Tell him it’s done, over. I should say we can’t do this anymore. But as I unlocked the screen and my finger hovered over my messaging app, I knew that I wouldn’t. I worried that I couldn’t.

  It hurt me to admit it to myself, but I’d felt alive and truly free for the first time in months when I was at Law’s mercy. I was finding the bits of me that were lost. He was helping me to find myself again. I wanted to tell Vaughn everything, I wanted to listen to all of the good advice Ris had given me, but I didn’t feel like I had the strength to tell the truth. I felt like I might crumble under the weight of it. At least in my lies, I could continue to pretend that things were okay.

  That’s bullshit, nothing is okay!

  I was gambling my future away, just for a taste of the lifestyle Law lived, just for a touch of the pain and punishment I so rightly deserved, just for the moments of freedom he granted me in commanding my submission.

  I opened my new messages and read.

  LAW: I’m sorry for what happened at Black Ties. I lost control. That’
s on me and I’m truly sorry, Desi.

  LAW: I promise it won’t happen again.

  LAW: I hope you can forgive me. I hope you’re not done with me, but I understand if you need to be.

  My heart hurt. This didn’t sound like him, not at all. Law didn’t apologize. Well, normally he didn’t, though he seemed to do that a lot with me. He wasn’t contrite. He didn’t ask for forgiveness. My chest felt tight and I wanted to make sure he knew I wasn’t angry with him. I felt like I was hurting everyone around me.

  DESI: There’s nothing to forgive. It’s my fault, too. But if you need the words, of course I forgive you.

  LAW: Thank you, Desi.

  LAW: Are you okay?

  DESI: I don't know.

  DESI: Right before you texted me, Vaughn fucked me and I came. It was so good. So much better than I deserve.

  Why did I write that?

  I bit my thumbnail after pressing send, suddenly self-conscious that I’d written it, especially after what happened between me and Law at Black Ties. Still, it made my skin tingle to think of what his response might be.

  I'm such a piece of shit.

  I took my phone with me and went to the kitchen sink, reaching for a paper towel to clean myself up with.

  As moments passed without a reply, I regretted sending that text more and more. My foot tapped nervously against the old linoleum flooring beneath my bare toes with a sticky sort of thumping sound as I waited for his reply.

  Say anything, Law, anything at all.

  LAW: Why are you telling me that, Desi?

  LAW: I don’t even know what to say right now.

  LAW: I’m trying very hard not to cross that boundary with you again, Blue. Vaughn is a lucky fucking man.

  LAW: I know I shouldn’t say this, but I wish you’d met me first.

  Oh, God.

  Tears sprung from the corners of my eyes and I covered my mouth with my hand.