by Lily Freeman
“Yes … Master.”
Reaching behind him, Luke picked up the small copper jug that had been sitting over a tea light candle. It was hot to the touch, perfect for what he intended. Lifting his hand, he tipped it slowly, the dark molten liquid running freely as it left the rim. It felt like forever before the chocolate hit her breasts, splattering in several directions. She screamed, but he knew it was from shock not pain, so he tipped more over her nipple.
“Oh Christ, Master.” She tried to twist away from him, but she had nowhere to go. Luke allowed her to struggle before he leaned down over her, sweeping his tongue over the trail of chocolate running down her ribcage. His cock was throbbing so fucking hard as he captured her nipple, sucking it gently into his mouth then he started to flick, his tongue lashing over her repeatedly until she was thrashing against him. He wanted her crazy tonight, drunk on desire and totally uninhibited when he fucked her. Only then would she be able to feel what they could have together because dirty words and heartfelt promises just weren’t the same.
Leaning back, Luke raised the jug again, tipping a line right down the center of her body.
“Oh God, ohh, ohh … ahhh.”
Before she could squirm away he climbed between her thighs, pinning her still while he licked off every drop of chocolate. When he reached her throat, he glanced up to find her mouth open as she moaned and it was the sexiest fucking sound, all husky and desperate. Dipping his finger into the chocolate, he brought it to her lips, slipping it inside. Instantly she began sucking him with gentle little pulls that shot straight to his cock.
“You want more?”
PJ opened her mouth to moan, beg … cry, as liquid heaven spilled over her nipple and down her tummy. She knew it wasn’t wax now, but fuck, for a brief second it felt like it. Gasping because it was either that or scream, she tried to deal with the myriad of conflicting sensations surging through her body. The intense blaze of agony, the murky haze of pleasure, then Luke, always Luke. Everywhere he touched her, she burned for more even as he teased her, one drop, two, hitting her stomach every few seconds then moving lower. She felt him parting her folds, cool air sweeping over her right before the gush of decadent heat.
“Oww, oww.” It hurt, too hot on such sensitive flesh, but the sharp bite of pain only added something she didn’t quite know how to process yet.
“Ah, Baby, do you want me to kiss it better?”
Yes, yes she did and he answered her by lapping over her clit with such enthusiasm that it sent her right to the edge of an orgasm.
“Gonna come, oh Master.”
Luke’s fingertips dug into her thighs, hard enough to grab her attention.
“No, not yet.” When the heat of his mouth left her she arched up, the chain rattling, her hips thrusting. He just laughed before he pushed her back down over the cushion.
“Uh uh, my game, my rules and you really don’t want to break them.”
She didn’t, even though he was pushing her. The joy she felt at pleasing him far outweighed everything else. “No, I won’t.”
Something extremely cold and slippery settled over her clit, locking her arousal up tight. The frustration that raced through her was gone as soon as the scorching heat of the chocolate drizzled over her pussy again. She’d expected his tongue, licking her clean, instead hot met cold as the object was pressed inside her.
“Open your mouth.”
She did, just as he touched her lips. The first taste was hers, tangy and familiar, the second was sweet, dark and indulgent, the third was strawberries as she bit down. Luke licked her, catching the juice that ran down her chin and she could feel him smile, delighted by her shocked little gasps, but it was actually him she was delighted by because the man was pure erotic fantasy.
“More?”
“Yes please, Master.”
He fed her and kissed her, teased her and tormented her, but always he whispered words that made her feel so special and cared for. She realised she must look like a chocolate nightmare, covered from head to toe and he must too, something she would’ve loved to see, but she never got the chance. Her cuffs were released, one by one, his voice still floating around her before she was lifted up. PJ could feel his nakedness as he carried her through a door into a room where the air was heavy with moisture. She wasn’t surprised when hot steamy water touched her toes, her thighs then finally she was in it up to her breasts.
“I’ve made a mess. You’re all sticky.”
A soft cloth swept over her face, taking in every curve and crevice as he cleaned her then finally her blindfold was removed. She blinked, slowly allowing the room to come into focus. It was the rows and rows of candles burning gently around the edge of the spa bath that PJ noticed before she turned to look at Luke as he sat beside her. Other than his slightly scruffy hair he was perfect, right down to his smile.
“Why aren’t you Master?”
He grinned, licking his lips. “Didn’t want to miss a drop. You taste fucking glorious.”
His tongue plunged between her lips while his hand cupped her nape. “But we’re not done yet. I’m going to fuck you now, long and hard so you don’t forget who you belong to over the next few days.”
Like she could. There wasn’t a moment since Luke Monroe had stormed into her life that she hadn’t thought about him, but going by the slightly uncertain look on his face, he didn’t realise that.
“You Master, just you.”
Catching her around the waist, Luke lifted her, turning her around so that she was bent over the side of the tub with her backside above the water. A finger pressed inside her, gently thrusting until she groaned.
“Are you ready?”
When PJ felt him behind her she pushed back, the thick head of his cock nudging at her pussy, and she wanted more. “Please, please I’m—”
He thrust into her so hard she screamed, but it disappeared under his husky groan. Every muscle inside her clamped down, trapping them both in ecstasy, agony until he began to move, pulling back only to drive in again, slow and easy. Her hands were caught, pressed flat against the edge, her fingers splayed.
“Don’t move.”
“No, never.”
One of his arms slid around her waist, drawing her back into the water while the other settled beside hers on the edge of the tub. As PJ knelt on the seat, her knees spread wide, her breasts resting on the edge, a single jet of water erupted between her thighs. She jerked, but Luke just tightened his grip, growling in her ear until she settled down again, right over the jet. Instantly she was thrown into such a chaotic state of arousal, her whole body clenched and that’s when he really started to fuck her. Again she felt the pain of being stretched so wide and taken so deep, but there was nothing she could do about it.
Her groans became his, his body taking over hers as she accepted every thrust, every pull, every jolt, while he slammed into her. His rhythm built, water sloshed over the sides, but all PJ could concentrate on was the constant stimulation against her clit and the pressure growing inside her.
Big black dots started to dance in front of her face faster and faster, perfectly in time with Luke’s thrusts. It was driving her wild and she couldn’t hold out for much longer. She saw his hand move, felt his cock pounding into her right before the jet exploded with a force that had her screaming, trying to pull away, but Luke was far too strong. His arm locked around her, forcing her body hard up against the jet between her thighs.
“Let go, just let go.”
What happened to PJ next was so far beyond an orgasm; it went so much deeper, felt so much harder, and went on for so much longer. So long that when she arched back against Luke, her thighs spasmed under the water, her abs too as she collapsed, unable to hold herself up anymore. The force of the water eased, but Luke didn’t stop, he just fucked her through one orgasm and into the next. When he came, she was barely conscious, her breathing now a series of ragged gasps. PJ was shattered on all fronts when he eased out of her, turning her around to once
again sit across his lap. Her hands found his, trembling as they linked together. She needed to hold him, to know that he was real after what he’d just done to her.
“You,” he sucked in a breath as a shudder rolled through him, “are so much more than I imagined I’d have, ever.”
Gentle little kisses covered her lips, her eyes, everywhere he could reach.
“Sweet talker.”
He laughed as she snuggled closer.
“I mean it, PJ. I never thought I’d feel like this, not after everything I’ve done.”
There was a hint of sadness mixed with his blatant honesty and PJ didn’t want him to feel sad, not when he was already anxious about leaving tomorrow.
“You’re a good man, Luke, and you’re allowed a second chance.”
“You aren’t a second chance, Baby, don’t ever think that. You’re everything to me.”
That was a bold statement to make considering how little they really knew about each other, but as PJ glanced up into his eyes, she could see the emotion behind it, not hidden, not tainted, just pure and raw.
Over the next half an hour Luke washed PJ’s hair and shaved her legs; not because they needed it, but because it was something he’d never done before, like waking up in the morning with her in his bed. She hadn’t said much throughout the process, but she’d smiled a lot and moaned when he’d massaged her, which was fast becoming one of his favorite activities.
After dressing, he took her hand and led her back down the hallway. Luke had no idea how long they’d been cloistered away in their room, but it must have been a while because when they returned to the main club, the new subs and Doms were just leaving.
“Do you want to go and say hello to India? I need to have a word with Gabe.”
“Yes, Master.”
PJ’s smile was gorgeous as she looked up at him, her eyes still hazy with arousal and her lips still swollen. He’d achieved exactly what he needed to tonight. She was so well satisfied, clearly still giddy on what he’d done to her; she’d be dreaming about him until he got back.
Gabe walked out of the office with Trey, so Luke waited, close enough to hear PJ and India’s conversation.
“What were you doing today when I called? I could hear you giggling.”
“I wasn’t giggling, I was shopping.”
“With your hot, gay neighbors?”
“No, just Mika.”
Luke froze, trapped between one breath and the next. Had he heard that right? PJ had spent the day with another man? The fact he was gay made no difference to the blinding anger, indignation and blatant jealousy that all of a sudden consumed him. He simply had no control over his emotions. It was partly why he’d never tried to have any sort of relationship, not after he realised who he was and what he needed. To know what he was capable of when he was calm or aroused had been hard enough to accept in the beginning, but to wield those desires when he was angry or worse hurt; even he didn’t want to follow that through to its ultimate conclusion.
Christ, if he’d asked her what she’d done today when he’d been flogging her and she’d confessed to spending it with Mika? Luke flinched, taking a step back out of PJ’s line of vision. Maybe he did need a few days away, time to sort his head out. Yes, he was new to all this, but he wasn’t naive. He understood how a healthy relationship functioned with trust and honesty, and PJ had given him no grounds whatsoever to doubt her in either respect. Clearly she felt no threat from her neighbors, just saw them as friends and she was new to London. She needed people to interact with when he wasn’t around. But why them? The Russian made him extremely uneasy, her too by the sound of things. And the Italian? Luke knew his type. Gay or not he’d be all over her and there was nothing he could do about it.
Quite frankly they were far too close to what Luke now considered his.
“I trust you enjoyed your evening, Luke.”
Gabe was grinning as he took a long, hard look at PJ before returning to Luke.
“It was perfect.” Right up until about a minute ago. “She was perfect.” And she was, because nothing had changed. She wasn’t trying to manipulate him by making him jealous, she was simply living her life, one that he wanted to be part of. That wasn’t going to happen if he reacted like an asshole every time she mentioned another man.
“Luke, you still with us?”
With a lot more effort than it should’ve taken, Luke dragged his attention away from PJ. “Sorry?”
“I said what time do you leave tomorrow?”
“Six-thirty am.”
“Good luck. I know how much you’ve got riding on this case.”
Luke did too, but as he glanced back at the gorgeous woman standing across from him, he honestly didn’t care.
Chapter 21
A bitterly cold wind whipped around the corner of the alley catching PJ right in the face as she waited for Rusty. They were finally bringing Vader home today. She was so happy she could cry; good tears this time, not like the ones she’d been so close to shedding last night when Luke said goodbye. She wasn’t usually an overly emotional person, but what he’d done in that room had affected her for hours. Her emotions had been all over the show; calm and content one second, wild and erratic the next.
Again he’d taken her so close to the line between pleasure and pain, she’d felt fear and then he’d changed it, sending her tumbling headlong into such a state of bliss, she’d been a babbling idiot, barely capable of speech. India had tried to start a conversation, something about shops and lingerie, lunch and a show before she’d given up, called PJ something filthy, then hugged her. She hadn’t missed the way Indy had subtly checked her over though, her hands gentle and her voice too as she asked about Luke and what he’d done, or more importantly, what he hadn’t done. It all seemed like a distant memory now that the endorphins had gone, her Master too.
Rusty’s cab appeared just as her phone rang. She answered as she climbed in, Luke’s husky voice resonating around her.
“Hey, Gorgeous, are you missing me yet?”
She was tempted to tell him that she’d dreamed about him, that she’d woken with her thighs spread wide, her fingers wet and her body still trembling from yet another blinding orgasm where he’d been the star in her fantasy, but she didn’t.
“Just a little bit.”
“A little bit, huh? Dare I ask which bit?”
There was humour in his voice, and she could see his beautiful smile if she closed her eyes. “I miss you a lot, Luke.”
“That’s what I needed to hear.” He was silent for a second and so was she. “I never got a chance to make sure you were okay last night and I should have. Were there marks on your body from the flogger?”
There were, faint pink blotches that had stopped her dead when she’d noticed them. It was a surreal feeling to be standing in front of the mirror convincing herself it was fine to have welts after a night out with her boyfriend. But then she remembered all the other things they’d done, the amazing things that had left her feeling so cherished. “Only a few.”
“And you’re okay, you don’t feel—”
She stopped him right there. He had enough on his plate as it was without stressing over her. “I’m great. Rusty and I are going to get Vader.”
“Ah, I’m so happy for you, PJ. I wish I was there.”
“I wish you were too.” She really did. Luke had been the one who held her while she’d cried long and hard over nearly losing Vader. He’d stuck by her when she’d pushed him away, and not just once, numerous times, yet he hadn’t gotten angry or resentful. He’d been compassionate and considerate, charming like always. He’d shown her the perfect amount of dominance to allow her to feel safe. No one in her life had ever done that.
“It’s only a couple of days and then I’ll be home.”
“I know and he’ll be all settled in by then. We can take him for walks, try out those leads if you can figure out how to get them back off the bed.”
His laugh was deliciously sinful �
��Don’t you even think about it. I’ll get him another one, and two more for you.”
He would too, and he’d have a hundred different ways to use them.
“You’re a very bad man, Mr Monroe.”
“I wish, but right now I’ve gotta go do some good. I’ll call you when I get out of my next meeting and you can tell me all about Vader.”
“Alright.” Sad and dejected didn’t suit her, but she couldn’t help it.
“Bye, Baby.”
“Bye.” When he hung up, she sat staring at her phone, not quite ready for him to be gone.
“Everything okay, Missy?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine.”
After a quick glance out the window Rusty looked at her. “That the new man?”
PJ hadn’t gone into details regarding her relationship with Luke, she’d only mentioned it in passing, and Rusty seemed delighted in a fatherly sort of way. “Yeah, it was.”
“How are you getting along with the other new men in your life?”
On one of his visits to the warehouse, Rusty had met her new neighbors and like her, he’d hit it off with Mika straight away, Elliot not so much. Once again he’d remained aloof, watching while Mika charmed the old man. She knew he didn’t like her, but to take it out on someone as harmless as Rusty was completely uncalled for.
“They’re great, really. Mika’s a sweetheart and Elliot’s—I’m still getting to know Elliot.”
Rusty smiled then casually changed the subject. For the next half hour they talked about everything from families to funerals. She laughed, she cried, she laughed some more, but by the time they entered the room of cages at the clinic, PJ was quiet.
Vader was asleep, curled up on his blanket so she just picked him up, kissed his nose and carried him out. She paid the two and a half thousand pound bill with a smile. In the car he woke, panicking before he spotted her. She kissed him again and stroked his filthy coat. In that moment, all the heartache that she’d been through over the last two months faded, no longer relevant to her because for the first time ever, she had something more; she had something that was just hers, her own little family.
