I ran the feather across the top of her nipples.
“Oh that’s...no words,” she panted.
The scent of her arousal flooded my nose with its sweet aroma tempting my own control. I’d sworn to use every one of my tools before I allowed myself to come. I focused on her nipple with the feather while tracing the curve of her side with the furred finger.
Shivers made her body shake. I dusted the feather up her neck and cheeks while my denim finger flicked her nipples.
“So many different sensations. Each one distinct. How can I...” She moaned and arched up.
I focused on her stomach.
“Tell each one, different than the others.” She finished her thought.
“What am I using?”
“I feel the feather, I love it. I feel satin on my wrists, denim, soft fur, a velvety one and scratchy one, like a new beard. I like that one most.”
I focused on her inner thighs, stroking so close to her sex without touching. Blanking my mind I focused on the task, changing from the feather to the small tickler.
Her hips pumped up and she mewled, showing her enjoyment. I should make her find words, but I enjoyed her reaction too much. It was hard for me to deny her what she wanted.
I set the glove aside and pinched her nipples.
“Yeah, Rock, please more.”
The tickler would bring her first orgasm. I circled it atop her swollen clit.
“I’m on fire.” She pushed her hips up trying to find the perfect spot.
The thing about the tickler, at least this kind, was it folded and lost its effectiveness the more she moved. I kneaded her tits and watched her mouth twist in frustration.
“Why can’t I come, I’m so close. Do you want me to come?”
“I do my good girl, but you need to remember what I’ve taught you if you want to come.”
“You could be more specific.”
I laid the tickler on the bed, using both hands to focus on the tits I wanted to come on. She panted and arched up, searching for what she couldn’t find. Arching up her back, she displayed her tits in the most tantalizing way. I knelt beside the bed and sucked in her nipple.
“Yes.” She stopped moving.
I circled the tickler across her clit.
“So close. I feel like a rocket ready to fire.”
With delicate smacks of the tickler, I jolted her pussy.
With heaving breaths she stayed frozen in place.
“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Finally,” she chanted.
My mouth clamped over hers as her orgasm hit her hard. I swallowed her pleasure with the kiss, needing a small taste of her joy. Her body settled and I tried to stop the kiss but I needed it too damn bad. It’d taken all my control not to come from just watching her explode.
I pulled away and stepped away, needing to collect myself.
“I can’t remember ever coming so hard when we were just messing around. When you’re inside me, that’s not even the same league, but this was so fucking perfect.”
I tried to calm my own need, closing my eyes to find my center. The same place I delved into when I needed to push my limits in a workout. I stared at the black tray, and adjusted plans. Temperature play would have to wait for another day, but the vibrator, we’d use that today.
“Suck me.” I commanded.
I straddled her and positioned my cock at her lips. She opened and took me inside her hot mouth. I didn’t move, just let her play with the tip, if I buried myself in her mouth I’d be a goner in seconds.
She continued bobbing her head, I struggled against my own desires. I picked up the vibrator and lube, coating it, even though I was positive she was more than wet enough on her own. While she sucked I reached behind me and ran it through her seam before pushing it inside her. She gasped and my cock fell out of her mouth. I flicked the button on the bottom so it’d vibrate.
“My God, that’s intense, over the top.” Her hips bucked.
I stepped to the side, enjoying watching her. I circled her nipples and sucked one into my mouth, biting the sensitive flesh of her breast.
“No, no, not again, I wanted you to come.”
“Come now.” I squeezed her breast and claimed her lips.
Her body wound tight and just as the first spasm shuddered through her, I moved back, pulling on the condom I’d placed by her.
“Fuck.” She screamed the word. Not a single thought for where she was or who would hear.
Mid-orgasm I slid out the vibrator and pushed it between her ass cheeks.
“Oh. Wow. I like it even if it kind of tickles.”
I positioned myself and thrust deep inside her. I wanted to be slow and deliberate, but the vibrator not only stimulated her ass, but made the walls surrounding me vibrate too.
“Finally. I love it when you fuck me. Those vibrations, damn, it feels so good.”
Her flesh slapped into me as we each raced toward the end, neither of us able to hold back. Leaning on my forearms, I sucked her neck, needing my mouth on her flesh, needing to feel the rapid beat of her pulse on my tongue.
“You will come when I do.” I tried to make it a sharp command but it sounded more like a plea.
“Always.”
That word did me in. My toes tightened and the tense build up shot up my legs. Pleasure exploded low in my back as I came inside her, pumping harder and harder, not wanting it to end. Her sweet pussy tightened in perfect spasms as she screamed her own release. I rocked into her, needing to give her as much as she’d surrendered to me tonight.
“Remove the vibrator, please.” She squirmed under me.
With a grin she couldn’t see, I turned it off and removed it. “Tell me how the vibrator against your ass made you feel.”
“Weird at first. It was hard not to flinch, but then when you touched me, I kind of forgot about it. Then you slammed into me and I felt you and it together. It drove me wild and made everything like twenty times more intense.”
She was a kinky girl and that made my day. I wasn’t sure how open she’d be, but her openness eased away more raw emotion.
“You were a very good girl tonight. Now, when I remove your blindfold, you’ll know our session tonight is over.” I kissed her again, unwilling to move just yet. Then I stood, took the tray of toys, including the vibrator, to the floor of the closet. One of the prospects would collect, clean or throw away anything I didn’t take with me in the morning.
Still bound, she was totally relaxed in the bed, maybe even asleep. I untied her in the reverse order I’d bound her. Her legs closed about halfway but when I untied her arms they stayed splayed above her. Asleep.
I loosened the mask and removed it with a twinge of regret because this perfect moment was at an end. I stared down at closed eyes. With a quiet chuckle I went into the bathroom cleaned off, and brought back a hot cloth to wash her.
I lifted her hips and yanked the bedspread and covers out from under her. She stirred, murmured something.
“Shh, almita, sleep.”
A smile showed and she snuggled back into her pillow. I threw the bedspread on the floor and covered her up before dropping into bed beside her. She turned toward me, throwing her arm over my chest and mumbling again. I wish I heard what she said.
For a long time, I just stared down at her needing to carve her relaxed face into my brain along with the experience tonight.
* * *
I woke in the morning feeling more relaxed than after one of Marr’s intense sessions. Avery wiggled her cute ass as she tried to press closer to me, and I was unable to resist her sweet, if instinctual invitation. I bent to taste her already hard nipples only to be rewarded with one of her sweet moans.
A beam of sunlight from the small window hit her green hair. Another thing that sent me ov
er for her—her style was one of a kind and she embraced it with passion. In fact, I don’t think she gave a damn what others thought of her hair or piercings, and now the tattoo. The one I’d placed on her skin. I glided my thumb over the colorful label, 100 percent original was totally right.
“Morning, beautiful.” I bent down to where her legs met and woke her with my tongue. The small noises of her pleasure made me want to bury myself inside her, but not yet. Making her come was my new addiction because when she shouted my name I was ten-foot tall and bullet-proof.
“Almita, come for me,” I commanded and slid two fingers inside her.
She arched up when my thumb pressed her sweet spot.
“Rock.” Her body convulsed and her sweet pussy clenched around my fingers.
While her orgasm still claimed her, I drug her to the edge of the bed and reached for a condom.
“No,” she panted. “Bare. It’s time. Want to feel you inside me—no barriers.”
I frowned down. I’d never fucked without one, but she trusted me, and I more than trusted her. I bent her legs around my waist and drove inside her. Her walls still convulsed as I pumped into her. The sensation drove me wild. I pushed deep, stayed there, unable to do anything but ram into her again and again.
“That’s what I need,” she said as I shook her whole body. “Never so deep. You’re perfect.”
My balls tightened and despite wanting to stay here forever I came hard and fell forward until I covered her body, kissing her, devouring her as I shuddered inside her. A life-changing experience.
Eventually we made it out of bed and shower in time to have breakfast in the main club room. While Avery talked to Mama, I slipped out to make a call, I needed to see Marr.
Chapter Thirteen
Avery
I helped Mama carry dishes to the kitchen then ran hot water in the stainless steel sink. Sinking my hands into the warms suds, my mind replayed the last twenty-four hours. The chaotic jumble of the night and morning made me feel giddy but unbalanced. My mind flitted from Rock’s anger to the erotic way he commanded me.
I was an independent woman, no one could say otherwise, so why did I enjoy the way he controlled me last night? Rock surprised me with both his fierceness and commanding dominance. Mellow, easy-going, funny, dependable described him, but I’d witnessed a new side of him last night.
If I were one hundred percent honest, it was scorching hot, and I’d wanted it again this morning, not that I’d been left unsatisfied, not in the least.
What was wrong with me? Normal people didn’t want someone to treat them like that, did they? Confusion and desire swirled in my head.
“Freaking stupid brain.” I moved the huge pan to the rinse sink.
“You talkin’ to me?” Lila rinsed the pan in the steamy water. “You have the dazed look of a well-satisfied woman.” She laughed and nudged me with her elbow.
“Well, last night was a bit bumpy.” I made a wave with my hand and suds flew from my hand onto Lila’s shirt. “Damn, sorry.”
She waved away my words. “Go on.”
“So Rock got real pissed when I talked to that biker last night, he’d, um, told me to stay with you and I didn’t—”
“You didn’t even freaking tell me.” She frowned at me.
I concentrated on cleaning a stubborn corner of the other big pan.
“Yeah, I know. I was supposed to do that, I mean tell you.” I hadn’t minded the sex consequences, but I never wanted to experience his rage again.
“The club isn’t safe right now, well not that bikers are ever what I’d call safe.”
“Yeah.” My voice was so quiet. I cleared my throat and glanced at her. “He said that, well when I didn’t listen he got pissed, but then...the sex.
“It was hot, but he tied my hands and told me what to do...should I like that?”
She turned to me hands on hips. “The hell with should. Did you like it?”
I nodded. “A lot, I’ve never felt so...” I couldn’t find the right word.
“Spectacular? At home? Like everything in the world finally fits together?”
“Yeah,” The word was out before I even thought what it meant. I love it. Did it mean I love him? Surely not.
The door swung open and Rock strode in with Dare right behind him. Dark and light, the two men were opposite sides of the sexy coin. Lila and I sighed.
“We need to go.” Dare jerked his head. “Jericho can get someone to clean up.”
Lila flashed me a naughty smile and hurried to her man, but my focus was on Rock.
He hung back until the other two left. “You ready to roll?”
“Sure.” I wanted my hands on him again. “What are we doing today?”
“I’m dropping you off at home, then got some business to attend to.”
Maybe he was still mad. “I’m sorry about last night, I mean that, I promise I’ll be more careful next time.”
“Damn right you will.” He blew out a frustrated breath. “I don’t fight with my brothers, it puts me on edge, so don’t make me do that again.”
“Okay.” I crossed my arms. “Let’s go.”
We left the kitchen and headed to his bike. No eager anticipation filled me now, just the heavy weight of dread. I hated that I’d screwed up. Rock had never been angry with me before. Would he break up with me? I needed him, but I didn’t know how to convince him he needed me too.
All too soon, he pulled up in front of my house and I hadn’t figured anything out. Reluctantly I stepped off the parked bike and undid my helmet. How could I change this?
“You got club business?”
He shook his head. “Personal.”
What the hell? “Is she cute?”
He snorted. “You’re my girl.” He unbuckled his helmet and hung it from the handlebar.
“Why so secretive?” I threw my hands up frustrated by his cryptic answers. “I want to be part of you, I want to know all of you.”
His chin jutted, fists clenched and unclenched—at least that was something.
“Talk to me,” I demanded, and I said a silent thank you when the words came out confident sounding instead of desperate. “You know I’m not going away, not even if we stand here all night, not even if—”
“Come with me.” The words were tight and controlled.
I counted those words as progress. “Thank you, should I change?”
He shrugged but I decided if I left his side he might not be there when I returned.
We drove the three blocks to his place. Without a word he stepped off his parked bike and entered the house. I followed. He moved through his kitchen into the garage, opened the door to his GMC truck and stared at me. “You coming?”
I almost ran to the other side of his red truck. I hopped in and fastened my belt before I glanced at him. Rock still didn’t speak but focused on all the maneuvers of getting on the road. I fiddled with my fingers and bounced my legs, trying to stay silent. It killed me to just sit here not knowing where he was going, what he thought or what he wanted from me. My worst fear—he no longer wanted me, trusted me, after I’d let him down at the party.
We drove out of Barden toward Ardmore, and he glanced at me, quick and furtive. I wanted to break the silence in the worst way, to laugh, talk, hum, sing—anything but sit in total silence.
For fifteen minutes, only the death lock on my jaws kept me from spouting the thousand questions in my head. Did he forgive me? Where were we going? Why was I in his truck? Why wouldn’t he talk to me?
“I’m going to Bound to see Marr.” Rock’s deep voice shattered the silence.
I gaped at him, my stomach dropped to my knees and tears pricked my eyes. Why had he planned to go there without me?
“Okay.” I struggled not to say
more. “Why did you bring me?”
He glanced to me. “I see her on a regular basis—I like pain, a lot.”
Holy shit. “With sex?” I tried to swallow my fear. Pain scared me and turned him on, that was a problem. How could it not be a problem? I tried to tamp down the runaway emotion but I was losing my hold.
He shrugged and shook his head at the same time. “Fuck.”
He smacked his steering wheel then pulled off the road onto a field road, driving along it until we were hidden behind the tree line. Jumping out of the truck, he slammed the door behind him and stalked out into the growing hay field.
I sat in the truck and tried to understand what he meant, but I had no clue. My complete lack of knowledge kept me in the dark. What did liking pain mean? Did he like to give it? Receive it? Pain. I ran from it at every chance, just thinking about hurting or being hurt made my skin crawl. I’d screwed up my first visit to the club, now this, maybe I wasn’t right for Rock after all. But I’d never find out in here.
I opened my door and hopped out, walking through the knee-high grass until I found him. He stood staring toward the horizon, his breathing ragged and his fists clenching and unclenching in a rhythmic pattern. I’d never seen him so on edge.
“Will you tell me more?” I kept all my fear inside, but I wasn’t sure how long that’d last.
He met my gaze but dropped it quickly. “I don’t know where to start, where to end, or if I should even try.” Hurt made his voice raw.
I closed the distance to him and put my arms around his waist, hugging him to me. I cared for him, I hated seeing his torment. I was afraid, but he was too, I think. At first, it was like hugging a tree, he didn’t react, just stayed tense and tight. I was losing hope when he relaxed into me, holding me tight to him. “Almita, I should let you go.”
I squeezed him tighter. “I only want to be with you.” I didn’t understand how true that was until the words slipped out. I wanted him, and somehow that pushed back the other emotions trying to smother me.
“Fuck.” He drew me tighter to him. “I’m not strong enough to send you away. I’m a weak man.”
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