by Linzi Basset
He traced her jawline with a feathered touch. “Very well, but we’ll do it my way.”
“Oh!” Morgan gasped and grabbed him around the neck as he picked her up without warning. Because she was so tall, men tended not to even bother. It felt foreign, to feel so small against his huge chest as she stared at the floor that suddenly looked very far down.
He lowered her feet to the floor in front of a plush leather sofa in the great open room. Her thighs quivered as she watched him sit down. He returned her gaze with a heated look. Her breath puffed from her lips as he pulled her between his legs. Heat exploded from where he gently traced the contours of her hips to trail his large hands slowly upward.
“Hmm,” she whimpered as her nipples shrank into hard stones.
The tips of his fingers brushed over them as he grazed his palms back and forth over the taut peaks, his gaze steadfastly on her face, searching and watching every flash of emotion for a sign of fear or withdrawal. Her fervent look was the only response. His shoulders relaxed. A lopsided grin held her breathless attention as he spread open his large hands.
“Well? Here I am, my pet. Do you worst.” His eyes slowly trailed over her sensational body. “Preferably naked.”
It isn’t fair that he’s this drop dead gorgeous. How can any woman say no to him?
“What do you mean? Do my worst?” Morgan knew what he meant but she hadn’t expected to be the one to take the lead the first time they had sex … or ever for that matter. He was a Dom and they were always in control, weren’t they?
Bruce’s hands didn’t stop their tantalizing caresses over her rounded bottom or pointy breasts as he watched her with veiled eyelids.
“I had no intention of rushing into sex with you, Morgan, but I’m no martyr either. If you feel you’re ready, I’m not going to say no. I want you too much to deny myself the pleasure.” He deftly undid her jeans and pushed them over her hips. They dropped to the ground.
A shiver followed his fingertips that traced the lean line of her inner thigh along the outside of the lace panties hugging her hips.
“Unfortunately, I don’t have the luxury of time to give you the experience you need and deserve, so love, if you want this, I’ll leave it in your hands to take the lead.”
“Oh!” Morgan gasped as he pushed the shirt out of the way, leaned forward to place a line of hot kisses around her belly button.
“But it has to be a quickie, my pet, as you promised.”
Morgan still didn’t know where it had come from but now that the offer was on the table, she had no intention of backing off. She wanted him too much, her loins had been throbbing incessantly since the previous night at the club. After the scene and the explosive climaxes she’d had in the office, she’d been positive the night would end in sex and had mentally prepared herself for it. When he’d taken her to the hotel and politely left her in the lobby, she’d felt bereft. Instinct told her that this time, she wouldn’t turn to a popsicle at the crucial moment, overcome with disgust as memories of that first month in captivity surfaced. Where she was pawed, degraded, and … Stop it. Him! He’s here. Concentrate on him!
“Your spicy arousal is like an aphrodisiac, setting alight every nerve ending in my body. If you wish to back out, now is the time, Morgan.”
His lips moved against her skin, his words a warm caress that followed. When he slowly pushed her panties to the floor, Morgan stepped out of them while she quickly took off the shirt. Bruce sat back on the sofa. He stared at her with a shuttered expression. She was heaven in an alluring package, her skin glowed in the early morning sun, her dark red hair was a perfect companion for the bright purple lace bra covering her perfectly rounded and perky breasts.
Morgan took a step closer and hesitated. Her biggest fear surfaced and she shook her head. “I can’t … not without …” She looked around and swallowed hard. Hating that it always came down to this. The memory of their vile flesh plunging into her, unprotected. She shuddered. “They always … they never wore protection.”
Bruce cursed softly. He reached into the drawer of the small side table and with quick, efficient movements, unzipped his cock and rolled on the condom.
“I’m sorry, love. I never have sex without protection. Somehow, you managed to make me forget myself for a moment. Now … where were we?”
Morgan stared in fascinated wonder at his burgeoning arousal … his huge, no mammoth, cock that jutted proudly erect. She licked the drool from her lips as the excitement of earlier rushed back to flay her bare.
“You’re very big. I’m not sure …” she dared a quick glance at him before her wide eyes dropped to his lap, “it’ll fit,” she ended in a breathless whisper. Morgan squeezed her inner muscles but it was all for naught as she felt the telltale trickle of arousal inside her pussy.
Bruce’s deep chuckle dissipated the final remnants of fear as he pulled her closer. She went willingly, straddling his knees. He didn’t move but his cock jerked in reaction as she reached out to caress the large mushroom shaped head. The feel of him proliferated her own need and she felt the moistness of arousal on her thighs.
The spicy bouquet spiked his lust, gorging his cock swollen and taut as the hot flush of lust radiated through his loins. She smelled of desire, of passion so divine, he could only hope he’d be able to control his driving need and stick to his resolve to let her be in the driver's seat.
“Oh … you’re so hot and soft … but like steel.”
He had to dig deep not to grab her by the waist and impale her upon his rod. It was obvious that she had demons that chased her … or rather memories that surfaced every time she tried to have sex, which was why he’d chosen to let her have the upper hand. At least this time. Next time, she would learn firsthand what it was like to be fucked by Master Goliath.
Bruce’s grip tightened on her hips. Her eyes lifted to his. He smiled ruefully.
“A quickie, my pet, which means no playing, petting or caressing. Let me feel your heat, little one,” he rasped in a whisper.
Morgan lifted herself over him, holding his cock at the base as she slowly lowered herself onto his shaft. She moaned low in her throat as she took him deeper, inch by slow inch.
Bruce ground his teeth, watching as his shaft was slowly swallowed by her hot pussy. He could feel the velvety softness of her petals wrapping around him.
“Fuck, you’re hot and so goddamned tight,” he said through thin lips, hard pressed not to snap his hips to drive his cock balls deep. He noticed her breathing turned haggard as she bit into her lower lip. This time, he allowed the transgression.
“Don’t force it, love. Take only as much as you’re comfortable with. We have lots of time ahead to work on getting there all the way,” he said soothingly, accurately reading her desire to take all of him.
Her soft sigh of relief was followed by Bruce hissing in a breath as she clenched and released the muscles around his shaft.
“Jesus, love, have some mercy. I’m hanging on a thin thread here.” He splayed one large hard around both her ass cheeks, while he trailed the fingers of the other over her quivering belly. “Easy, love. A quickie can be rushed but it needn’t be over in two seconds either.”
“Ah, shit! That feels so good,” Morgan wailed as Bruce brushed his thumb over her protruding clitoris. He massaged the little nub with gentle pressure, drawing circles around and over it until she squirmed on his lap. Her hands moved to clasp his shoulders as she lifted off him slightly. With a low moan, she started riding him … carefully, tentatively … like she was taking him for a test drive.
Bruce watched every nuance, every flash of emotion that crossed her face, all the while digging deep to keep calm and his body under control. She needed this. This was her moment, her time to rediscover her sexuality.
It didn’t take long for Morgan to find a rhythm. One that threatened to snap the thin wire that separated the gentleman from the raging beast inside him. One that was clawing at his insides to be released. He suppr
essed the desire to pound into her, watching and learning until she finally relaxed.
“Bruce,” she gasped, her movements losing its smooth glide as she thrashed and ground her hips against his. “Aww, fuck!” she screamed as she slammed down onto him, taking him hilt deep. She didn’t stop. The flash of pain seemed to be a conduit to unleashing the wild spirit inside her. “Oh … ohohoh,” she wailed as she felt Bruce’s lips on her nipples, licking and sucking one and then the other. She hadn’t even realized he’d removed her bra. “Again,” she demanded as she bucked and thrashed on his lap.
Bruce complied gladly, sucking deeply on the succulent nubs. Morgan sped up, her breathing turned shallow, then stopped, then exploded with a puff. He hardly noticed the sting as her nails dug into his shoulders, he was too captivated by the woman who appeared like a wood nymph as she took her pleasure off him.
“Bruce … please,” she begged, her eyes searching his as she undulated on his cock with unrestrained lust.
Morgan was completely lost on a cloud of euphoria. She had never experienced the myriad of sensations that overwhelmed her. She hadn’t been a virgin when she was abducted but not once before, had she felt as alive and charged as she did at this moment. She floundered in a sea of clinging weeds, desperate to stay afloat. She orbited her hips, canted them up and down, frantically seeking that one final push to make her soar. It was there, on the precipice but remained elusive. Every time, just as she felt the sharp tingle of heat building like a volcano to the edge of eruption, Bruce would shift and it would slowly trickle away, to linger until the next time as she danced across the enticing realm of eroticism.
“Ah, sweet little one, you’re so beautiful in your arousal.” He brushed his fingers over her clit, she jerked, her breathing hitched. He rolled a nipple between his fingers while tapping her clitoris, causing a fresh frisson of heat to spike through her. Her body quaked with arousal so intense that she had no way to compartmentalize it. Her mind caved in to it. She whimpered, slamming her body up and down.
“Now, my pet, get ready,” Bruce said as he pressed down on the throbbing fleshy button, caressing it with slow, smooth strokes, concentrating all her hunger into one spot where sending her over the edge would be as easy as pulling the trigger.
Morgan trembled as she sagged against his body, oblivious to everything but this man, his touch, his strength that brought her so much pleasure.
“Oh gaaawd,” she cried and arched her back as he rubbed her nipple and then pinched the hardened peak that sent a ripple of heat to flash into her stimulated clit. He rubbed it with quick, hard movements, setting Morgan thrashing wildly.
“Come for me, love.” His fingers tightened and pinched simultaneously around nipple and clitoris. Her cry coalesced with his growl as hot blood surged through her veins, setting her on fire.
Morgan shattered. Bruce clamped her hips in place as he pounded upwards, once, twice and exploded with a carnal grunt, thrilled by her twitching body following him as she climaxed again.
“You’re so much more than I expected, little one,” his voice rumbled from his chest. She slumped against him, gasping to draw a breath as he brushed his fingertips in a gentle caress over her glowing skin.
“As are you,” she responded in kind, still completely stumped by the experience that had shattered and obliterated all the bad visions that usually tormented her. She smiled within herself.
She’d found her savior and now that she did, she’d be damned if she’d let him go. She tensed at the little voice reminding her that she wasn’t free to decide upon her own future.
Maybe not yet, but I will be soon. This time I’m going to fight for my own freedom … even if I have to end that bastard’s miserable life myself.
Chapter Eight
The Sauna House, in the Michaux State Forest in Pennsylvania.
Come on, motherfucker!
Jack strained as he pulled on the chains, watching the link connected to the steel loop in the wall widening. At first, he’d used the chains as exercise to keep his muscles strong, until he noticed that his strength had weakened the chain links, then he started working to stretch it open. He’d already managed to snap the ankle cuffs two days ago but kept his feet in place, not wishing Jaden to realize what he was up to.
A movement on the bed drew his attention. He uncurled his fists and glanced at Jordan as she slowly pushed into a sitting position. Her eyes immediately sought him out. He offered her a lopsided grin.
“I can’t get over how beautiful you look, even disheveled with sleepy hair. God, baby, I wish I could hold you,” he rasped gruffly.
“Me too, honey. I really, really need your strong arms around me.” Jordan stood up as she examined his wounds over the distance of the room. “At least the bleeding has stopped but I’m so worried your wounds are going to become infected.” She glanced toward the door. “That bastard doesn’t bother to have them cleaned.”
“Don’t worry, love. Jaden wants to be the one to land the death blow. He’s not going to allow my body to do his dirty work for him.”
“I don’t understand, Jack. You’ve all been friends since you were kids. Why does he hate you so much?”
Jack sighed heavily. “I’ve been giving it a lot of thought and it can only be because of Maureen du Bois.” He frowned. “Although he assured me years ago that it was in the past and he’d moved on.”
“That’s where you made a mistake, Jack,” Jaden sneered from the doorway that had silently slid open. He walked closer. “I can never forget about her, or about my little girl. Remember, Jack? My six-month-old baby that Maureen took with her when she committed suicide … over you!”
His fist cracked against Jack’s chin. Spots of red spattered across the wall. Jack spat out the blood that pooled in his mouth, straight into Jaden’s face.
“Fucking bastard!” Jaden shouted and jumped back. He frantically wiped the bloodied spittle from his eyes. “You’re going to pay for that.”
“So, you hated me all these years because of Maureen.” Jack shook his head. “Pity you never bothered to find out the truth about her, Jaden. You could’ve saved a lot of people—”
“I don’t need your sermon, fucker. She couldn’t carry on with me or our daughter because the only man she wanted was you. The man who ditched her so callously.”
“No Jaden, Maureen wasn’t who you thought she was. Did you even know that she was CIA?”
Jaden glared at him. “Bullshit! She was a primary school teacher.”
“It was her cover. We were both working the same case. I never knew about you and her, Jaden. She never told me and you sure as hell didn’t. We were deep undercover for over a year. In such close proximity, it’s easy to forget you’re on the job. The lines got blurred and we became intimately involved. I believed I could keep my personal feelings separate from the operation. I was mistaken and it almost cost me my life.”
“Don’t blame Maureen for your own incompetence,” Jaden growled.
“I’m not. I wasn’t as alert as usual, otherwise I would’ve picked up that she was playing on both sides of the fence.”
“Oh, this is getting better and better. Now she was a spy?” Jaden snorted with disgust. “At least try and keep to a more believable story, Jack.”
“I have no reason to lie. We had set up a meeting with the ringleader of a drug syndicate. I was the contact and she my sidekick. She was on edge all the way to the rendezvous point. I trusted her implicitly and followed her directions but she made one mistake.”
“To trust you?” Jaden’s expression was grim as the story unfolded.
“When she was lying, her one eye twitched. Unfortunately for her, I noticed it as she pointed me in the direction of a side alley. That hadn’t been what was agreed and I told her so. She claimed they’d changed the location at the last minute and she hadn’t had time to inform anyone. I knew she was lying and that I was walking into a trap.” He smirked as he noticed Jaden growing pale. “Ah, I see I triggered a m
emory.”
“You’re fucking lying. My CI was a woman called Daphne Walker.”
“I learned early on with Maureen that she was money and power hungry. I mistakenly believed it was an inherent desire to succeed in her job. Siding with a fast-growing drug syndicate filled her bank balance nicely.” Jack looked at Jaden’s left leg. “How’s the knee, mate?”
“I’m not your fucking mate!” Jaden couldn’t believe what he was hearing, he refused to. He suppressed the desire to flex his knee, the one that Jack had injured with a perfectly aimed shot that day in the alley, before he or Dan could draw their weapons. He’d been so stupid back then, new to the world of crime but those times were of the past. He had become a feared leader.
Jack laughed, his mirth causing Jaden’s jowls to puff out indignantly. “Maureen was clever but complacent. She thought she covered her tracks well.”
“So, you ratted her out,” Jaden clipped in a cold voice.
“I have no time for anyone who sides with crime and murdering bastards like you.” Jack shook his head regretfully. “I gave her an opportunity to come clean, to go to the CIA herself, instead, she chose to run. I only realized later that she didn’t have a choice. She’d failed to deliver. The Sixth Order wanted to use the assassination of a top black ops undercover agent, me, as an example to the crime world that they were a force to be reckoned with.” His eyes darkened. “She married you because she never believed anyone would look for her as a suburban housewife with a baby on the hip.”
“What are you saying?” Jaden was now deathly pale.
“Maureen got pregnant deliberately. The baby was her disguise. Why do you think she changed her appearance and demanded to change her name when you married her?” Jack’s lips formed a grim line. “You want to place the blame on anyone’s head for Maureen’s death, Jaden? Look in the mirror.”
