Intrigue Me

by Lacee Hightower

  “No collars,” I said with a softness to my tone. “No circus pets and most definitely no treating like utter shit. Whips and canes can actually be quite enjoyable, but they’re also debatable. And I don’t choke women out, Ava. Unless it’s something they desire. Butt play, however, isn’t arguable.”

  “No, Tage, Not that. I can’t. I won’t.”

  “You will,” I responded sternly. “If you choose to be with me, I will own your ass—often. And you, Ava, will like it.”

  Making love? Eating popcorn under the sheets? Staring up at the stars?

  Her questions had my chest clenching so tight that I thought my heart might erupt. There wasn’t a single time I could remember eating popcorn with a lover, and certainly not my family. And the only damn time I had ever spent staring at the stars was during a time I hoped like fuck to one day erase from my memories.

  Ava was everything I had run from my entire life.

  And Melli … she was already my heart.

  Mitt hjarta.

  I would taunt Ava. Push her. Make her cry. Beg. Plead with me to stop. Then I would push some more, acquainting her with each and every one of my darkest peripheries of need, until she succumbed to pleasure.

  Or walked away.

  ****

  Ava

  Minutes passed between us with nothing but a dead silence. I had a million questions.

  A million more doubts.

  He was so damned fine to look at. I was swept away by his beauty, the power glistening behind his eyes, and the immense passion I felt when I was around him. I wanted him more than my next breath. I wanted to experience every single thing he had mentioned. But could I? Was this hunger I had for him enough? Could someone like me ever please Tage? There were so many questions I still needed answers to, so much jumbled doubt stirring in my head.

  Do something, Ava. Say something.

  Mind made up, I needed to at least ask one question that I couldn’t quite make sense of.

  “Can I ask you something first? Something that, even though I’ve read about in depth, I still don’t understand?”

  Tage gave me a small nod. “Go ahead.”

  “Okay. Here goes,” I said, my heart thundering in my chest. “What makes a man want to hurt women? And is that key with you? Is it the only way to satisfy you? Sexually?”

  Shoving fingers through the dark tresses of his hair, he studied me, his baby blues beautifully haunted and warm. “Fuck, Ava.” His face twisted in distress. “I wouldn’t call it key exactly, but more of a deep-rooted need. Like a wildly ferocious hunger that nothing else can satisfy. I realized I was a sadist when I served in the Navy, although I think I’d known it even before then. Hurting a woman is something I find beautiful and amazing to watch. It divulges her femininity, her fragility. But in the end, it exposes just how strong she ultimately is.”

  He brushed the line of my jaw. I couldn’t decide if his answer was enough, or if it was everything I did or didn’t want to hear. “This is who I am, doll. Who I’ll always be. I want you, Ava. All of you.” He cupped my chin between his palms, peppering my skin with goose bumps. “And my instinct tells me you’re into kink a lot more than you’re leading me to believe. So, the way I see it, we can do one of two things. We can have an amicable, co-parenting relationship, or I can show you what it’s really like to be with a man like me.”

  My nipples turned to hard points, while warm arousal gathered between my thighs. Even if this was wrong, even if it ended up with one of us hurt and walking away, there was nothing that I wanted more than to try. I ached for him with such a depth that it was a visceral kind of pain. I wanted his hands on me, touching me everywhere, taking me to that place I’d fantasized about for years.

  “It’s your decision, doll.”

  “Are you going to tear up my butt? Leave bloody marks on my back? Ruin my nipples? Are you…” My voice faded into silence as I stared at his focused expression that was so sure, so certain, his eyes that sent shimmers down my spine, his body that made me cave with pleasure every time it came near me. Heat flowed through my veins. “Yes. God, yes. I want to know everything. I want you to…”

  Before I finished the words that were caught in my throat, his lips were on mine, crushing his mouth against me with a scorching kiss that felt like he was ravenous. His hands twisted fiercely through my hair, my body arching into him as he licked into me, purging deep, kissing me for long minutes like he wanted me more than any one thing in his existence.

  I wanted this so badly that it hurt.

  His lips fell to the sweet spot just underneath my ear. “You wouldn’t happen to still have that blindfold by any chance?”

  Another whimper rose up my throat as I collapsed into his chest, turning to soft liquid and ceding in submission.

  Of course, I still had the blindfold. I’d stared at it a dozen times. Fantasized about what it would feel like being bound, in the dark, his hands on me, oblivious to his next move, and if all my daydreams were a reality … or a fool’s paradise.

  “Yes,” I breathed, captivated.

  “Grab it, kitten. And follow me.”

  Blistering heat flooded my core as he trailed kisses across my neck.

  “And, Ava,” he added in a hard tone, “before the night ends, my marks will be all over you.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Ava

  “Strip.”

  His voice held a harshness, a ferocity that vibrated with power and domination. It was deeply beautiful.

  “Now!”

  My body tingled at his demands, and I did as he said, so much adrenaline coursing through me that I felt high.

  His hand tracked slowly down my body, igniting a delicious, wet heat between my thighs. His touch was sleek, red-hot fire, the warm scent of his breath against my neck like a seductive drug.

  “Are you wet for me, kitten?”

  Just as I felt that I could absolutely melt into his body, he laughed, coldly, grabbing a handful of my hair, twisting and tugging his fingers through the sides. Ouch. Dammit. Holy shit, could he be any rougher?

  “My soul is a cold river, Ava.”

  His free hand trailed back up my body and gripped my throat just tightly enough that it sent a bloodcurdling shiver of fear up my back, while he pulled and tugged harder at my hair. God. Ouch.

  “And a smart woman would never allow a man she hasn’t discussed limits with to blindfold her without a safeword, sweetheart.”

  A breath jammed in my throat, a whole new cluster of fear spinning inside me. Did I really need one? My God, I was the mother of his daughter. Would he hurt me so badly that I had to safeword out?

  “I’m the mother of your child.” My voice wavered. “Would you really hurt me so severely?”

  After a long minute of silence, he uttered, “Ava,” with a bitter harsh warning to his voice. “Rest assured, I’m going to hurt you. I’ll make you cry. I’ll push your limits, then push some more. But I promise you,” he added, releasing the grip on my neck and brushing his fingertips underneath my lip, “I will never push any further than I think you’re ready for.”

  His words, limited as they were, nonetheless calmed me. Somehow, I knew he wouldn’t harm me to the point of needing to use a safeword. It was just a precaution. A guideline.

  “Hummingbird. My safeword.”

  “Perfect.” He leaned closer, kissing underneath my ear and setting off every motion in my body. He licked and kissed the sensitive area again, and again, then bit the upper lobe of my ear.

  Ow. Fuck. Sweet Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, was my ear bleeding? A chunk of it missing? Fucking fuck. That hurt.

  With a touch of humor in his voice, he uttered, “Over my lap, kitten. Let’s hope you like spankings.” With that, he lifted me and took a seat, bringing me over his legs and landing a hard, quick stroke of his belt against my ass. The sensation was both blood-tingling and terrifying.

  “No! Wait! Please, Tage.” My eyes were squeezed shut, my hands drawn into tight fists.
He drew back, giving me two more moderate strikes, nothing too hard, but firm enough to feel through my toes. I squirmed and arched. My nails bit through the thick denim of his jeans. Two licks later and I was sobbing, my whole body on red-hot fire, my core an aching wet mess.

  When he dropped the belt, he pulled me into his lap, sliding the drenched blindfold from my eyes and bringing me against his chest. I was trembling, tears streaming down my cheeks, sobbing and muttering incoherently against his pounding heart.

  “Doll.” His gaze penetrated me, my heart thrashing behind my chest. “Tell me what’s going on in your head right now.”

  I let out a soft whimper, so stunned over this unexpected wild lust, that I didn’t know if I could speak. “I—I hurt. That hurt. More than I ever thought it would.”

  Satisfaction beamed in his expression, his gaze burning into mine. He lowered a hand down my torso and slid a finger inside me with silken ease, my muscles clenching tight, my body arching. I drew in a deep breath, trembling, dazed at the sensation running through me. I’d never experienced anything so wantonly sexual, so provocative, so intriguing.

  “I think you liked it more than you’re admitting.” He eased his finger from me and licked at the coated dampness. Unintentionally, my tongue brushed over the bottom of my lip as shame surged through me that the seductive move had me whimpering and moaning.

  I was so damned turned on, burning inside with such an intense hunger that I was seconds from begging for his cock.

  “Do you want to taste, Ava?” His eyes bored through mine, his expression blistering, sinful seduction. He could read my mind, get into my head like no other. Was I that obvious? Was he that good at discerning my thoughts?

  His palm was only inches from my mouth, and I leaned over, hungry, bold, and brazen, and pulled the glistening length of his forefinger between my lips, tasting my own essence.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” he uttered in a low tone, moving his hand up and over the firm ridge of his erection. “On your knees. Right now, kitten.”

  Desperately wanting to please him and hoping like hell he would soon ease the dire ache in my pussy, I did as he ordered. I dropped to my knees, my head down, hands on my thighs, and listened to the sound of clothes hitting the floor.

  “You know what to do.” Tage reached for my neck and urged the length of his cock through my lips, just far enough to set off an uncomfortable gag. “Open your damn mouth. Take it all the way, or I’ll blister your ass again. This time you won’t be able to sit down.”

  I reached for his base, squeezing with both hands. He pressed forward. “That’s it. Good girl.” He pushed deep, easing back, then pushing deeper, and I sighed softly, my knees beginning to rock. He lowered his hands to my shoulders, steadying me, preventing me from stumbling.

  “I’ve got you,” he whispered.

  For just a quick split instant, his gaze softened, making my belly quiver like jelly. I cut my eyes for a second, emotion suddenly so strong that I had to blink away tears. Just the way he looked at me sometimes was such an aphrodisiac. It almost seemed like there was something real and true between us, when I knew better. After a slight hesitation, he plunged deep, and began fucking into my mouth with unsympathetic feral thrusts. One minute, he could be so sensual and caring, and then with a change of the second, he could revert to ruthless and harsh.

  Why I enjoyed this, I didn’t know. Why did anyone? My God, I love being on my knees for him.

  “Look at me, dammit! Show some respect!” A vicious tremor of arousal slid through me as he rammed into my throat forcefully, uncompassionately, my gaze lifting at the tone of his strong command. Drool seeped from the edges of my lips, emotion burning hot in my eyes.

  “Does this feel unimpressive?”

  He tugged at my hair as I rolled my tongue and coiled it around him, before deep-throating him. I eased off, then guided him back between my lips, grazing his sensitive skin with the edge of my tooth.

  “Fuck! Fucking hell!” he growled, winding his fingers tightly through my hair and pulling violently as he sucked in air that sounded more like a pain-filled groan. His eyes were wild with need, his expression mindless with a ravenous pursuit to climax.

  “Ava!” He shuddered, the rigid lines of his stomach clenching as he warmed my throat with quick spurts of his jetting release. “Jesus, woman. For the love of all Christ.”

  His eyes were glued to mine like ice-blue magnets as he pulsed through his orgasm. He finally released the wicked grip on my hair and eased out of my mouth, breathing heavy in his chest.

  “That was fucking sensational,” he said coolly, with no emotion.

  Saliva dribbled from the corners of my mouth, my heart pounding in my ears. Tage leaned over, brushing his fingertips around my lips, then pulled me from the floor and slid my nipple into his mouth, nipping hard with his tooth.

  “Oh shit,” I whimpered, breathing in a hoarse gasp, feeling the urge to retreat and pull back, but knowing better.

  He released my nipple and squeezed both breasts between his palms. “What should we do next? Clamp these lovely nipples? Maybe your clit?”

  My eyes fell to his cock, that was already semi-hard.

  “This?” He lowered a hand and stroked himself. “Is this what you want? My unimpressive cock?”

  My cheeks heated, my eyes plummeting toward the floor.

  “Look at me when I speak to you,” he grunted. “Now tell me what you want, or it ends here and you go home with a throbbing pussy.”

  “Y—you,” I breathed. “I want you, Tage … Sir.”

  After a long minute of searching my face, he kissed me with heavy strokes of his tongue, our bodies molding together like they were meant to be that way. “Is this what you really want? Me as your Sir? Because I swear to fuck, if you’re playing games, I’ll make you sorry. There’s no turning back once we begin. So be sure before you answer, kitten, because I’m still the same man you were sending to hell just minutes ago.”

  A moan filled my throat, one that was unintentional. And desperate. This was what I wanted. It was what I needed.

  ****

  Tage

  Sixty seconds later, we were in my bedroom, my lips moving wickedly over her cleft, as her fingertips twined desperately through my hair. Women didn’t normally get to touch me so intimately. I didn’t enjoy it, didn’t permit it. But hell, Ava’s hands had been all over me, and I hadn’t only allowed it. I needed it. Wanted it.

  I hadn’t even considered them being anywhere else.

  She tasted sweet and luscious, like an aged, fine wine. I licked and sucked at her clit, losing myself like a feral animal in the wild, indulging the fire that burned in her pussy as my thumbs pushed inside, opening her wide. Exposing her. Needing to see every inch, taste every spot. Fuck her so damn hard she wouldn’t be able to walk for days without seeing my face and remembering who I was.

  Her back lifted off the bed. “Yes. God, yes, Tage.”

  Her legs trembled as I gorged her pussy that was hot, wet, and so damned desperate for my cock. With another arch of her back, she twisted and turned her legs, and for long minutes, I only teased and taunted, watching her crave and yearn, refusing to give her what she really ached for.

  “Du smaker som en himmelsk nektar. You taste of heavenly nectar.”

  “Oh, Tage … Sir. Please.” While pulling at me with an urgency, she rocked and bucked her hips, uncontrollably. “I want…”

  “Please what, Ava? Words. Words, woman. Is it my cock you want? Then ask—nicely.” I stroked, kissed, and licked her slick mound, while my fingers plunged deep inside her warm, wet heat. With her head jerking back, she made noises deep in her throat, and I softened the licks into smooth, gentle strokes, slowly making my way up the curves of her body. I reached for a condom in the bedside drawer and ripped the top off. Auburn tresses of hair were falling in a wavy mess over her shoulders, her eyes wide, deep blue, wild with lust. She beamed with beauty and glowed with sensuality. Fuck. I want her bare.
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  I rolled on top of her, teasing the lips to her entrance with my erection. Christ, I wanted her raw and natural. I wanted in her ass.

  One day I’d have both.

  She lifted into me, reaching for my hips. “Please,” she whimpered. “No condom. I’m on the pill. Not unless you…”

  Fuck no, I didn’t want a condom. Everything about being bare inside this woman seemed right, like being fucking home. As quickly as I’d rolled the latex on, I slid it right back off, then cupped her ass cheeks brutally, and impaled her with my cock, slamming balls deep inside and meeting warm, wet, tight, silken smoothness and heaven on earth.

  She was panting and moaning, her fingertips digging into my hips as I drove into her with hard strikes, lifting her with each forceful thrust.

  “Is this what you want?” I groaned, viciously pushing my fingertips into her ass cheeks, then rimming that tight little asshole that I was desperate to violate. “A man you wished to hell an hour ago? Fucking you? With no condom?” I reached for her breast and pinched brutally at her nipple.

  “Tage,” she cried, sucking in a breath. “It hurts.”

  “Hurts? You want gentle, Ava?” I pulled the same nipple between my lips and sucked ruthlessly at the tight peak. “Or do you want me?” I plowed inside her, grinding against her clit.

  I need you. I want you.

  Her back arched, her muscles clenching around me. “You. I want you.”

  I flipped her onto her belly and lifted her hips, slamming unmercifully back inside, and fucking her with hard, demanding drives, impaling her with everything I had. I couldn’t get enough. I wanted more, needed everything. Her muscles squeezed around me, urging me to climax as my lips licked over each damn freckle covering her shoulders. Sensations were rising so deep inside me that they were crippling. My head plummeted into the nape of her neck as I pounded into her, my fingers twisting and tugging at the nipple I knew had to be throbbing.