Lust & Lies Box Set-Sexual Awakenings, Excess, Predator & Prey

by Kate Stewart

  “Tonight, I will exhaust you, sate you, and make you hungrier at the same time. You will think of nothing but my cock until you come, begging me to do it all over again.” He grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Eyes on mine at all times, Mrs. Harvell, or I will it make it more painful than it has to be.”

  He soothed my now aching clit with my wetness as he stared at my nipples. Taking one with his mouth, he pulled and sucked hard as I writhed beneath him and arched my back, begging for more. He bit down on my nipple and I jumped in his hold as it grew tighter. I thrashed my head back and forth, caught somewhere between heaven and hell. And just as suddenly as he started, I found myself alone at the door, gasping and holding my neck.

  He undressed slowly, his back to me.

  “Take off your clothes,” he barked, making me jump out of my skin. I felt the pinch in my clit, the soreness in my neck, and more than anything else, the need in me. I stripped down quickly as I admired his beautiful broad shoulders and the curve of his perfect ass sitting on top of his thighs. I was dying to ogle the front of him, but he refused to turn around. He stood underneath the chandelier filled with hanging ribbons and gestured for me to come to him. As soon as I was within reach, he gripped my wrist, yanking me closer, and tied the ribbon into a smooth knot, pulling the other side down so it dangled my hand over my head. Once both hands were suspended, he moved to my legs, tying a longer piece of silk to each of them. I was hanging like a rag doll. He tested the hold by pulling on one of the ribbons and my arm stretched painfully.

  “Perfect,” he said as he watched my reaction. I had no idea why his anger spiked my arousal, but it turned me on more than anything. I gave him a wicked grin and saw surprise in his eyes.

  Bring it, baby.

  He shifted behind me, smoothing my skin with his hands. He ran his hand up and down my sex then shoved his fingers into my mouth without warning. I sucked hard, taking my arousal off him. I felt his cock bump me from behind as he circled me. Stopping in front of me with a sneer, he leaned in, his breath hot on my skin.

  “I’m going to let you ride my cock tonight, but you won’t be in control. Nice and slow, Mrs. Harvell, or I’ll make it hurt.”

  I stood on my toes, practically hanging from my arms, the burn becoming more intense by the second. I whimpered and was scolded by the slap of his hand hard on my ass. I kept my yelp to myself as his eyes challenged me. I wanted to drink him in, to admire his beautifully muscled chest and mouthwatering cock. Instead, I was forced to face his cold eyes and unforgiving expression.

  As soon as the burn in my arms became intolerable, he lifted me up quickly to straddle him, filling my pussy with his thick shaft. I swallowed air and clawed his back, holding myself to his chest as I adjusted to him. Hearing a rush of air escape him, I moaned and he pulled back, glaring at me. I wanted to move but knew better. My arms were now hanging limply above me, due to the slack of being held up. Although I felt a small amount of relief, they were becoming numb. The sensation of being filled by his thick dick and the numbing of my arms was overwhelming. The need to move became unbearable.

  His lips were so close, only a whisper away. I needed to touch him so badly, to kiss his lips, to feel his tongue.

  “Remember what I said,” he said as he twisted a nipple painfully, “and don’t test me.”

  I began to move excruciatingly slow. Staring into his angry eyes was agony. It was the worst kind of torture, knowing what I could have, seeing it in front of me, and not being able to touch it. I felt the pull to move faster and tightened my legs around him as he kept his grip on my waist. I moaned and he loosened his grip so I was forced to cling to him to keep the burn out of my arms. I widened my eyes, suddenly afraid he would let me fall.

  “Watch it,” he said, enjoying every minute of my discomfort as the burning between my thighs brewed.

  I died a little with each slow movement of my hips as I pumped slowly, squeezing his thick length. He felt amazing, but I wanted more. Deciding to get constructive, I moved myself away from him, pulling myself up on the ribbons so I slid down his cock fully with each thrust. His mouth parted as I held my own weight, taking every inch of him. He fit me perfectly, and with each push of my hips, I saw his eyes blaze and his desire grow more intense. My arms were on fire, but it felt so damn good that soon I got lost and quickened the thrust of my hips.

  His victory grin was not the one I’d grown to crave.

  “Thank you.”

  He let go of me immediately. My arms were wrenched painfully tight above my head and I was once again on my toes. I grinned back out of spite, surprising him again. He knew it hurt. He watched me twist and turn my body, trying to help ease the suffering, and then slapped my ass a few times for good measure. I struggled with my restraints as he pumped his cock, ogling me strung up before him. I could tell he liked what he saw. My body pulsated as my center screamed for relief at the sight of him stroking himself. I’d never been so damn uncomfortable and yet so turned on. My arms were useless now, almost comfortably numb. I whined as I saw his pace pick up and almost spoke up to protest his climax. Challenging eyes told me that was exactly what he wanted, so I remained silent. Licking my lips, I watched him rub my wetness all over his shaft. Filled with desire for him and longing to be the reason for his release, I whimpered as I saw the drop of arousal fall from his tip. He had brought himself to the edge and I was helpless to stop him. Despite his constant threats to keep my eyes on his, I bowed my head and closed my eyes in defeat. Seconds later, I looked to find he had dropped his hand, and when our eyes connected, a slow smiled spread across his face.

  I glared at him as he untied one wrist, pulled the ribbon down, freeing them both before massaging my arms as the blood pumped back in and the tingling subsided. Rhys chuckled and trailed a single finger around my nipple, dragging it down as he traced it around my stomach as he walked behind me. His touch continued as it trailed under my arm and to my back. He rubbed my back with his open hands and I lifted my head and closed my eyes, enjoying his caress. His thick head bobbed at my entrance, his breath hot in my ear.

  “Bend over and grab your ankles.”

  I did as I was told, and seconds later, he was under me, tying the ribbons so that my wrists were attached to my ankles. His fingers entered me, moving around and dragging up and down my sex. My breath hitched as he put just enough pressure on my clit to start the pull and then pulled it away as I began to fall. There was no mistaking the begging in my moan. I felt a swish of air and then he was buried inside of me. I screamed out at the intrusion and moaned at the intensity.

  My orgasm was building quickly as every solid inch of him filled me deeper than I had ever been filled. I tilted my hips, backing myself into his thrusts, taking all of him deep. His fingers dug into my hips without mercy as he pounded into me roughly. My thighs and calves burned out of control as I began to whimper.

  “What’s wrong, Mrs. Harvell?” He grinded into me again and again, fucking me so hard tears sprang to my eyes. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything but feel the huge cock that tore me apart, and I fucking loved it. His strokes were violent and rapidly pulling me to orgasm.

  I really wished I had stopped the next words coming out of my mouth.

  “Harder, sir.”

  He pulled out of me abruptly and I cried at the loss of him. He was under me in seconds, cutting the ties. I moved to rise to my full height when he grabbed my hair, pulling my face to his roughly.

  “WHAT THE FUCK DID I SAY?” His eyes were pure steel, cold and devastating. “Get on your knees.”

  He let go of my hair and I sank to my knees on the cold floor. I didn’t have time to prepare myself as he pushed his dick in my mouth and I immediately started choking on him. It lit a fire in me, making me work harder. He let me use my hands and I lightly massaged his thighs before moving them around to grip his ass, taking him deeper. I moaned at the way he was looking down at me. I could see a hint of surprise in his eyes as I took him
as hard as he gave it. I loved every second of him fucking my mouth.

  “You like that, Mrs. Harvell?” He gripped my head, holding it with both hands, and I felt his cock pulse. “Open wide.”

  He came then, shooting his hot load straight down my throat, gripping the sides of my head and jacking into me without mercy. I swallowed every drop, licking him clean then moved to his sack and sucked hard as I continued to pump his cock. His legs trembled, and I got another moan from him. I couldn’t hide the curl of my lips.

  “Enough!” He pulled away and turned his back to me. “Get out.”

  I stood, stunned. He hadn’t given me what I needed. I walked away slowly, sure he wasn’t done. When I was dressed, I waited at the door, hoping for something, anything.

  “Get. Out.”

  I moved to the door and turned around one last time to see him pull on his jacket. His face twisted as he looked up and saw me standing there. I also saw hurt. I hoped he saw mine.

  “I’m sorry.” I didn’t wait to see his face as I turned and walked out, shutting the door behind me.

  It was the first time Rhys had ever left me unsatisfied, and I knew I deserved it. I walked to my car, legs shaking, unsure of what to do. I sat in the parking lot, and less than a minute later, I saw Rhys leaving, his bag in his hand. He didn’t even look my way. I pulled out before he had a chance to.

  Days later, I stood at the glass double doors of the house I was showing, thinking of him. If he wanted me to crave him, he had done his damn job.

  How the hell had I made it out of that situation without a mark on me? My arms had burned like hell afterward, and I had to once again soak in Epsom salt.

  God, that whole experience was incredible. And if loving it made me a freak, so be it; I had walked into the land of misfits and fit right in. I loved the power that man exuded. His influence over me, with only a gesture or one word command, was mind blowing. Without hesitation, I would do anything he asked. I trusted him, even though I had never seen him so angry.

  And I really needed to learn when to shut the hell up.

  The ache in my body told me I was the worst submissive ever, yet I loved it. The look in his eyes, his parted lips as I rode his cock, made me squirm and tighten my thighs. I wanted him so badly. My new revelation was that I loved being fucked viciously. I still remembered the slight amount of surprise in his eyes when he had taken me so roughly and realized I loved it. Not letting me orgasm was definitely a good way to get back at me for my lie. Although, I was sure if I hadn’t fought him so hard, he would have given me what I wanted.

  Thoughts of him consumed me and I couldn’t stop thinking about the way he filled me and gripped my throat. It was just so raw…so damn…HOT. My body was screaming for relief, but I refused to do anything about it. And then I would remember how beautiful he looked the morning after we’d made love. It was always in the forefront of my mind. The way he kissed me, the way he smiled at me while he faced me on the pillow, his dark hair a mess and adoration in his eyes, for me. Rhys made me feel beautiful, cared about, wanted. I craved that side of him. I’d ruined a good thing with Rhys. I’d had a chance to be with him and blown it. I’d spent the last three weeks mourning the thought of what if with Rhys, but I’d spent the last year doing the same for another man. Maybe I’d lost the chance of a relationship with Rhys, but I still had the chance to explore my dark side with him. The problem was, I wanted both. My only hope was that he wouldn’t punish me the same way twice.

  “Mrs. Harvell?” I quickly realized there were tears running down my face, which was humiliating. The couple I was showing the house to had stopped their discussion as they walked around the empty house while I’d been lost in thoughts of Rhys.

  “Sorry,” I said, catching my tears on my sleeve. They looked slightly concerned, but had grace enough to let me recover. “So, what do you think?”

  “We love it! We’ll have an offer to you soon.” They stood so close to each other, it was easy to tell they were recently married. How did I get from where they were to where I was?

  Easy answer, Vi. Alex. Fucking Alex.

  “That’s wonderful. I’m so happy you love it. I knew it would suit you two. I hope you’ll be happy here.”

  As I walked them out, I noticed they had to be in their early twenties. Ending my inner musing, I locked the door and turned to leave, watching as he opened the door for her and sighing as I remembered the last man who had done that for me.

  I had to get over this. This was supposed to be an adventure, not the focal point of my new life. But Rhys knew it was more; I knew it was more. And now it was just sex…again.

  How could he just emotionally shut me out so quickly?

  I either had to accept my fate as his new RED playmate or move on. This was a dangerous game. My heart was involved. I was already hurt by the way he treated me, but then again, it had turned me on. I’d been right about my desires all along.

  I’d had my warning. RED was RED. It meant extreme, and from what I’d been shown, I knew it could only get darker.

  I hated that he wouldn’t speak to me. I wanted to be his playmate. I also wanted to be the girl who fell asleep in his arms. I could have had both. Now I couldn’t and he gave me no choice. The next time he wanted to play, I would have to be ready. I had to take my heart out of the ring, but with Rhys, it seemed impossible.

  I walked into the building feeling like a foreigner in a strange land. It was amazing what a year of being out of someone’s life could do, how you see things differently, more clearly. I was a stranger here. Some of the office personnel took a double take as they noticed me. I guess it really had been that long.

  “Violet,” Alex’s assistant greeted me sweetly, “so good to see you. You look amazing!”

  “Thanks, Serena. Is he in?”

  “Yes, and he’s expecting you.” She smiled and twisted the knob, ushering me in.

  I walked into Alex’s office and noticed his attorney present. When he had called and begged me to come, I should have known better.

  Alex spoke first. “Have a seat, Violet.”

  “What the hell is this?” My blood was boiling. Did this bastard have no shame?

  “It’s a divorce you want, isn’t it?” Alex said smartly, taking a seat behind his desk.

  “I’m outta here. If you want to talk with attorneys present, you need to prepare me.” I glared at both of them, ready to stand my ground.

  “Sit down, Violet. I’m prepared to make an offer,” Alex said carefully. He looked at his attorney then back to me as if to ask ‘Am I doing okay?’

  The red flag went up. Instead of fleeing, I was suddenly curious to hear his offer, so I sat. Alex was a man with connections, which came from being a part of an influential Savannah family. They were traditional to the core. The type that held several charitable functions every year. His family deemed me acceptable, due to my own upbringing at the careful hand of my parents who knew and were social with the Harvells. Although it hadn’t been, our courting could have easily been arranged. I knew I’d be in for it if he decided to fight. I just didn’t know if he had the decency to play nice or would choose to play dirty after he’d abandoned me. From the looks of it, it was the latter.

  “Mrs. Harvell,” his lawyer—who happened to be a mutual friend of us both until that very minute—spoke up, “Alex is prepared to offer you the house, a lump sum, and pay your car note.”

  “Don’t address me like you don’t know me, Joseph,” I snapped. “How much?” I never let my eyes leave Alex, who now looked away. I couldn’t help but smile at the amount of power I had at that moment. Over a year of feeling powerless could do that to a woman.

  I turned to Joseph, who had been his best man at our wedding, and saw his resolve to be the lawyer I was sure Alex had paid handsomely for, though he was worthless. Joseph, who had made a pass at me a year after we’d been married, looked at me now as if I was weak, pathetic, and gave me a laughable sum. “Sixty thousand dollars.”

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nbsp; I stood up and nodded. “Sweet offer coming from a man who has a trust fund worth over three million dollars. I’m not looking to get rich here, fellas, but you can both kiss my ass with that offer.”

  Watching the two of them squirm, I knew the amount in his trust was now inaccurate. Alex was worth much more. He was probably worth millions more, but I had no intention of breaking him. I just wanted it to sting a little. I didn’t need his money and could support myself, but I wanted him to feel the small slap of our divorce so that he wouldn’t make the same mistake twice. The women of Savannah didn’t deserve a prick like him on the loose. I felt guilty for giving him back.

  “Joseph, let me have a word with Violet,” Alex said as he excused him with a wave of his hand. Joseph immediately protested, but Alex stood firm.

  “We tried it your way, Joseph. Let me speak to my wife.” Alex opened the door, ushering him out.

  When he closed the door, he stood in front of it, cowering under my glare.

  “That was low, Alex. You know I’m entitled to more. And you know why, or do I need to remind you?”

  “I’ll take care of you,” he said, defeated. “I don’t even know who I am anymore.” He took the chair next to mine.

  “Wow, a Scooby mystery for us both, but in lieu of Daphne and Wilma, let’s finally talk about Kris and Sandra.”

  He paled. I would never understand how I ever loved such a coward, or how I turned into one. I should have walked into his office a year ago demanding an explanation.

  “Please, don’t, Vi. Let’s keep this clean. It’s what you wanted.”

  “Well, seeing as how I was just ambushed by you and that jackass, I could very well get my hands dirty.”

  “It’s over now and I knew you would never fall for it,” he said, rubbing his temples. “Vi, while I was in the hospital, I watched you. I saw you get a text from someone and truly smile. I told you I loved you right after, but what I didn’t tell you is that I am sorry for the way I’ve treated you and I want you to be happy. What I did was wrong, but I didn’t know how to explain it to you. If you had your shot at being with someone that made you truly happy, I wouldn’t want to stand in your way. I did love you, just not in the way you deserved, and you will always be a dear friend—”