Slowly, giving her plenty of time to protest, he crouched and pulled her pants down until they pooled at her ankles. Her panties were a deep burgundy. Plain but sweet. Grasping her around the hips, he laid a kiss on her mound.
With a gasp, she tried to move back, but he held her. She probably shouldn’t be standing on her ankle for too long, though. He tugged her panties down her legs.
“Fuck, baby,” he muttered as he bared her. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Put your hands on my shoulders so you don’t fall while I help you.”
She held on as she stepped out of the rest of her clothes. Then she was standing there, naked. He wanted to take his time studying her, but he could tell she was already feeling shy. She was growing tense, her hands clenching and unclenching as though she was fighting the urge to cover herself with her arms. Standing, he wrapped an arm under her ass and lifted her against his chest so he could kiss her. He cupped the back of her head and held her steady until the tension left her and she melted against him.
“That’s better,” he murmured after he drew back. “I know this is new, but you don’t have to be shy around me. You’re so fucking sexy.”
“You’re sexy,” she whispered. “I’m just plain. Me.”
He set her down on the bed then lay next to her, kissing his way down her neck while his hand cupped her breast.
“So fucking precious.”
He pinched lightly at her nipple.
“Tell me if there’s anything you don’t like. Or want to try.”
“I don’t . . . I don’t know.”
“Think about it.”
He moved his mouth down to her breast, sucking on her nipple.
“Oooh,” she cried out, her back arching.
“You like that, baby girl?”
“Yes, please, more.”
“Damn, you’re so fucking responsive.”
He lightly pinched one nipple as he sucked and tongued the other one. Tabby wriggled around on the bed. Tiny groans escaped her. He loved the way she didn’t hold back. He played with her until her cries grew deeper, louder. Until he could hear her panting.
He wanted to get her to the point where she was so aroused that she couldn’t think. Couldn’t worry.
He ran his hand down her stomach, towards her pussy. “I’m going to make you feel so good.”
“Or my money back?”
He grinned. “You want a refund for that whole dollar?”
“Nah, I’d pay you a buck fifty for this experience.”
He threw back his head and laughed. She wriggled and gave him a small smile.
“You’re a crazy girl,” he whispered.
“You like crazy?” she asked as he kissed along her jaw.
“Yep.”
“That’s insane. You should run from crazy.”
“You think I should run from you?” He leaned up again to peer down at her.
“You should definitely run from me.”
“Why would I run from you when being with you is the one thing that makes me feel alive? All I want is to protect you, lift you up, help you shine.”
“I don’t shine.”
“You will.” He winked at her before moving down her body.
“Wait! Razor!”
He paused, glanced up at her. Her nerves were clear to see. Poor baby. That bastard, Luther, had a lot to answer for. If resurrecting the dead ever became a thing . . .
“What is it, Tabby-baby?” he asked, running his hand up and down her tummy with butterfly light touches.
“What if you don’t like it?” she whispered.
“Not possible.” Enough procrastinating. If he kept letting her think, then she’d talk herself out of this. Out of everything.
He slid down onto his knees and drew her closer to the edge of the bed. Then he spread her legs and looked up at her. “Get those two pillows and put them behind your head. When I glance up, I want to see your eyes on me. Understand?”
She nodded.
“Words, Tabby-baby.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“That’s my girl. I’m going to eat you out and I’m not going to stop until I’ve had my fill. You’re going to come as often as you like, understand?”
“I . . . okay,” she whispered.
“But if I look up, you’d better be staring down at me. Otherwise, I’m going to turn you onto your tummy and you get five spanks.”
“Oh Lord, help me.”
“Baby girl, there’s no help for you now.”
He ran two fingers down the lips of her bare pussy. “Waxed?”
She tensed. Why did that upset her?
“Laser. Uncle Fergus made me.”
He hid his face as anger flared hot and hard. That utter bastard.
Razor might be possessive. But he’d never treat her like a possession. Not like her uncle had.
“He made you get laser treatments?” he asked when he had his anger more under control.
When she didn’t answer, he moved his head, forcing himself to look up at her. She was staring up at the ceiling, not down at him.
“Tabby-baby, what did I say about looking at me?”
She gasped and glanced down. “Are you going to spank me? I thought that was only while you were . . . oh God. I’m not sure I can do this.”
“You can do this,” he whispered. “One warning.” He definitely wasn’t going to spank her when she was stressed. He wasn’t really looking to punish her, but to gently teach her to obey him. That she should look to him. And he wanted her to know who was touching her.
He kissed his way up her thigh as she shuddered. “So beautiful. Damn, you smell so good.”
“I do?” she asked shyly.
“You do.”
“Do you like me bare?”
He paused then placed a kiss on the top of her slit. “I like you whatever way you come.”
“Uncle Fergus said men like women bare down there.”
“Uncle Fergus was a dick. And the only way he could get a woman was to buy her or intimidate her.”
“That’s true,” she whispered.
“Can we not speak of your uncle when my mouth is an inch from paradise?” he asked right before he ran his tongue up her slit.
“Razor!”
That was better. That cry was filled with shock. With hunger. Using his fingers, he parted her lips, taking her in. Plump, pink, and delicious.
Precious.
She groaned as he lowered his tongue to her clit, flicking it. He ran his tongue around her clit then rubbed it back and forth over the nub. Her hips thrust up.
When she didn’t answer, he looked up her body at her. Her eyes were closed, head thrown back.
“Tut-tut,” he said after drawing back. “Where are you supposed to be looking?”
Her eyes flew open and she stared down at him, her mouth open. “No! Razor! I need another warning.”
With a mock sigh of sadness, he shook his head. “I’m sorry, Tabby-baby. No more warnings allowed. Now, are you going to take your punishment like a good girl?”
She pouted. “But Daddy . . .”
Oh, that was sweet. She thought that by calling him Daddy, she’d get out of her punishment. Too bad for her, all that did was firm his resolve.
“Eyes on me.” He leaned over her, placing his arms on the bed as he stared down at her. He wanted to make sure that she was all right. To his surprise, panic filled her face and she started pushing at him.
Immediately, he rolled to his side, away from her.
She curled up into the fetal position. Shock filled him as he stared down at her. Her eyes were wild, she held her body tight, defensively.
“Tabby-baby? What’s wrong?” He wanted to touch her, but he was afraid of frightening her further.
“I . . . I . . . damn.” She closed her eyes, her body shuddering.
He hated this. That she was scared. That he’d done this.
He hated that she’d
curled up, as though protecting herself from him.
That wasn’t the way this was going to work. Nope. Nuh-uh. She came to him for protection.
“Sorry. Sorry. It was you being over me. I know you wouldn’t hurt me, but that just . . . it . . .”
“Triggered you? Made you flashback?” he asked gently.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I’m going to touch you now,” he warned before he moved up onto the bed and lay next to her, facing her. Then he gently cupped the side of her face. She flinched slightly but he didn’t let that deter him. There were going to be obstacles. There were going to be moments like this.
All he could do was be here for her. Be patient.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
“It’s not your fault. It’s mine for not checking if you had triggers.”
“Not your fault. You’re perfect.”
He let out a scoffing noise. “Baby, I’m the very definition of not-perfect.”
To his surprise, she reached out and placed her hand over the Superman shield on his upper hand. He’d been young when he’d gotten that.
He’d thought himself invincible.
How wrong he’d been.
“Superhero.”
“No, baby. Nobody’s hero. Just a guy who’s done plenty of stupid things in his life and made too many mistakes. And wants to rectify that. Wants to grasp hold of anything good, little as he may deserve it, and never fucking let go.”
She was silent. Just breathing, her cool hand over his shoulder. Fuck, she was cold. He needed to warm her up.
“This is meant to be fun, pleasurable for us both.” He ran his hand up and down her arm gently until she started to relax. She let go of her legs, lowering them.
Razor lay on his back and opened his arms. “Come here.”
Gradually she moved over, snuggling up next to him. He kissed the top of her head, grateful that she showed him enough trust to do this. To let him hold her, touch her. Fuck, after all that she’d been through, this trust she had in him was a freaking miracle.
“Baby girl, at any time you can stop me. No matter what. We should have talked before we dove into this.” He rolled to his side so they faced each other.
She wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know, orgasms sound so much better than talking.”
“Agreed. But talking is important. I need to learn your triggers. Your limits. There needs to be rules in place.”
“I think with time, I can work through it,” she told him. “But at the moment, it might be a limit. As well as not punching or kicking me, but I wouldn’t be with you if you were going to do that.”
He let out a low growl before he could help himself. “Don’t fucking joke about that.”
For a moment, he thought he’d made a mistake. Her eyes widened and he worried she was going to flinch away in fear. But her face softened and she patted his chest gently. “I won’t. I’m sorry.”
“What he did to you . . . baby, I would never . . .” He sucked in a breath, unable to go on.
She leaned in and kissed him gently. “I know, I’m sorry for joking. I know you wouldn’t. I wouldn’t be here if I did. Truth is, there might be things I don’t think will trigger me until they do . . . like you being over me. I didn’t think that would be a problem.”
“If there are any issues, anything I do that scares you, then say your safeword. Promise me.”
“Promise,” she whispered. Her gaze moved over him. “I wish I hadn’t just freaked.”
“In the morning, we’re going to talk more about limits and rules. And I want you to think about talking to someone.”
“Jared would never allow it.”
“Jared can kiss my ass,” he growled. “You’ll be doing whatever the fuck you want.”
“Oh yeah? I’d pay to see that.” She gave him a trembling smile.
“That so? How much would you give me for that?”
“Oh, at least five dollars.”
“Five whole dollars. Wow. You really want to see that.”
“It is a fine ass.”
He rolled onto his stomach so she could pat his ass. She let out an exaggerated sigh of admiration. “Damn, that’s fine.” She gave it a squeeze. “So firm. So hard.”
“That could apply to another part of my anatomy, too,” he muttered as her small hands kneaded his buttocks.
“Yeah?” She moved her hands up his back, massaging and rubbing.
Fuck. That felt good.
“Shocking, huh?”
“Definitely,” she agreed.
“Hey,” he protested. “Brat!”
She giggled. Damn, he loved that sound. She didn’t laugh enough. But he was going to remedy that.
“Sorry, Daddy. It’s just at your age . . .”
“Do you need a spanking,” he mock-growled. “I’ll be happy to oblige.”
“Nope, not me, Daddy. Now, hush. I’m massaging you.”
Maybe he had the wrong idea before. He should give her a chance to get to touch him. Explore.
She moved her hands over his shoulders.
“Baby, that feels so good.”
“Yeah?”
“Yep. I get all tight at work. Was thinking of putting in a hot tub.”
“Ooh, that could be fun.”
“Yeah? Help me pick one out?”
“Really?”
“Uh-huh,” he murmured. Christ, she was massaging him into a coma. Then she slid her hands to his thighs.
“You’re so hard.”
“You’ve got that right.”
“I meant your back and thighs. I think your thighs are bigger than my waist.”
He knew they were. She was tiny. He didn’t know where she put all that food she ate.
A groan escaped as she kneaded down one leg then the other. When she ran her knuckles over the sole of his foot, he thought he’d fucking died and gone to heaven.
“Roll over,” she told him.
Moving onto his back, he kept his eyes closed as she started at his shoulders. Next were his pecs, then she skipped down to his legs. Then he felt the warmth of her mouth surrounding the head of his dick.
“Holy fuck!”
“Sorry.”
Yeah, right. She didn’t sound sorry. There was definitely a brat lingering under that shell of hers. She might keep herself apart and reserved, but then the real Tabby would unexpectedly shine through.
Like when she wrapped herself around Sav to stop him from doing something that might get him in trouble. Touch didn’t come easy to her. But she’d gotten past that to protect a friend.
The more time he spent with her, the more he saw through the cracks. And the more she smiled and relaxed. A cool finger ran down his dick and then her hand cupped his balls.
“Ah, Tabby-baby?”
“Hm?”
“I don’t think my balls need a massage.”
She paused then stared at him, her lips twitching. “No?”
“No.”
“You sound nervous.”
“Little girl,” he warned. “You don’t want to find yourself in trouble, do you?”
“I’d say you’re the one in trouble, Daddy. I’ve got you by the balls.” She giggled after saying that and his heart soared at the carefree sound.
“You won’t always have me by the balls. And your butt might feel the sting of my palm.”
“Ah, Daddy. I’m starting to think you’re bluffing.” She lightly squeezed his balls. The damn things were aching, the need to come riding him hard.
She was a freaking aphrodisiac.
“I’m not bluffing, Tabby-baby. I still owe you five, remember?”
“Uh-huh.” Leaning down, she drew his dick into her mouth again.
Fucking hell. Was he going to let her get away with this? But he was loving the confidence she exuded as she took him deep. And he didn’t want to smother her or have her hesitate with him.
This required a delicate balance. Not exactly easy for a man who’d been kno
wn as Bulldozer in his earlier years.
“Enough, baby girl.” He tugged her back.
“You didn’t like it?”
“Fuck, you kidding? Why wouldn’t I like that? Look at my dick. He hasn’t been this happy in years. Him being so happy all the time makes it damn hard to concentrate on paperwork, though.”
She let out a strangled noise. “You mean, at work, you’ve been sitting in your office and . . .”
“Yep. And without any privacy to take care of matters. Do you feel sorry for me?”
“Not really, since I’ve been in the same boat.”
“Is that so?” he murmured.
She cleared her throat. “Would you . . . would you try touching me again?”
He studied her for a long moment. “You’re sure?”
“Yes, I trust you.”
“Promise you’ll tell me if I do something that scares you.”
“I promise. I want to try again. Please.”
“All right, baby girl.” He cupped her breast as she stared down at him, licking her lips. “So have you been thinking naughty thoughts while sitting at your desk? Have you thought about me?”
“Y-yes,” she whispered.
“Were they about me spreading you over my desk and eating you out?”
“M-maybe?”
“You don’t sound so sure. I think you’ve had other fantasies, what were they?”
She cleared her throat. “I, um . . . I thought about you touching me.”
“Yeah? Touching you where? Kissing you?”
“Yes.”
“All over?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“And those thoughts made you wet?”
“Yes,” she groaned. “Damn.”
“Are you wet now, Tabby-baby?”
“Oh Lord.”
“Well?”
Her breathing grew faster. “You like to talk a lot during sex, huh?”
“That wasn’t an answer to my question,” he warned. “When I ask a question, I want an answer. Unless you tell me your safeword.”
“Yes, I guess so.”
“You guess so? That sounds like I’ll have to check. Remember my fantasy? The one where I knock everything off the desk then lay you out naked? Then I spread your legs and eat you out?”
“Yes, I remember your other fantasy too.”
“Do you? What was that?”
“You mean you’ve forgotten already? Perhaps we should get your memory tested.” She shook her head at him.
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