by M. S. Force
“You forgot to wear a bra,” he says, his blue eyes on fire as he stares hungrily at my bare breasts. “That’s another violation.”
“Where’s it written that going braless is against the law?”
He raises a brow. “Are you questioning me, sub?”
“No. Sir.”
“Remove the rest of your clothing, and hurry up about it.”
I kick off the heels and step out of the thong. Because I can’t leave that exquisite dress in a heap on the floor, I pick it up and drape it over the bed. Then I stand before him completely nude. Despite his fierce countenance, his eyes give away his true feelings. In them I see love and desire and joy, and it’s the joy that most affects me. I’ve never seen that in him before. Knowing I gave him that makes me want to weep.
“I’ll need to examine your body to make sure you’re not trying to sneak contraband into my jail.”
“I’m not sneaking anything in, Sir.”
“I’m afraid your word isn’t good enough.” He steps closer to me, so close I can feel the heat of his body and smell his cologne. I want to lean in to get closer to him, but I remain still, waiting to see what he’ll do next.”
“Open your mouth.”
I do as he asks, and he fully examines the interior of my mouth before running his hands down my arms and over my breasts, belly, back and legs. The feel of his hands on my skin has me shaking with desire, but I try not to move.
“On the bed, legs spread.”
It’s the strangest thing. I know exactly what’s going to happen. I know we’re role-playing. I know I’m not really in trouble, but I’m gripped with the same anxiety I might have if this were really happening. I begin to feel somewhat detached from myself as I get on the bed and spread my legs a few inches apart. It’s like I’m watching this the way I did at the club, rather than actively participating.
Kristian snaps on a latex glove and squeezes a dollop of lube on his fingers. “The only way this hurts is if you fight me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” My thighs tremble violently as he pushes them farther apart. “Hold still.”
I bite my lip to keep from screaming when he pushes his fingers into me. After what feels like hours of foreplay, I’m right on the brink of orgasm—and he knows it.
His fingers are ruthless as they move inside me. Then he curls them forward, pressing against my G-spot, and it takes everything I have not to give in to the burning need to come. I’m proud of my ability to battle through it, to hold out for his order, but God, it isn’t easy.
“Nothing in your pussy.” He reaches for the lube again. “Turn over.”
“We don’t really need to look any further, do we?”
“Turn. Over.”
Every muscle in my body is made of pudding as I turn facedown on the bed, anxiety and anticipation at war inside me. I said I wanted this, but now that we’re doing it, I’m not so sure.
“What’s your safe word?” he asks in the same tone he’s been using as the aggressive cop.
“Destiny, Sir.”
“Do you need it?”
I squeeze my eyes closed and force air into my lungs. “No, Sir.”
“Very well, we’ll continue our cavity search.” His fingers furrow between my cheeks. “Relax, or this will hurt.”
I have a feeling it’ll hurt whether I relax or not.
“Push back to let me in.” His fingers feel huge as they press against my back entrance. Until him, no one had ever touched me there, and now I’m taking two fingers, aware that the plug will be much bigger than his fingers. It hurts. God, it hurts. I’m on the verge of using the word yellow when my body suddenly yields to let him in, and the pain becomes something akin to pleasure.
His fingers sink into me, taking me right back to the edge of release.
“Have you ever had a cock here?”
I can’t believe he expects met to speak while he’s doing that to me. “No, Sir.”
“Mine will be the first.”
“That wouldn’t be appropriate.”
With his free hand, he spanks my right cheek. “Don’t you tell me what’s appropriate and what isn’t. I’m in charge here.”
“I can’t let you do that to me. My boyfriend will kill you.”
“Your boyfriend won’t touch me if he knows what’s good for him.”
“Please…” A sob erupts from my chest, taking me by surprise. “Please don’t.”
“Your ass was made for my cock.”
“No.”
He spanks my other cheek, and I come so hard, I see stars. Holy crap… Afterward, my throat is raw and sore from screaming.
“Someone is in even bigger trouble.”
“No, please, Sir. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come.”
“If you take my cock in your ass, I won’t punish you for coming without permission.”
“I… I can’t. My boyfriend… I’m saving that for him.”
“He’s not here, and I am.” He pushes his fingers in deep again, and I rub shamelessly against the bed cover.
“If you come again, you’ll get a cock in your ass and a flogging.”
I can tell how much he’s enjoying this. I can hear it in every word he says, even though the words are said in a harsh tone he’s never used with me before. Knowing I can stop everything with one word allows me to let go and fully lose myself in the moment.
“What’s it going to be, little sub? My cock or the flogger?”
“Your cock. Please give me your cock, Sir.” I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this. Rex used to beg me to let him fuck my ass, and I wouldn’t hear of it. But with Kristian… everything is different. He’ll make it as good for me as it’ll be for him.
He removes his fingers, and I hear rustling behind me, the crinkle of a condom wrapper and the squirt of lube. “Do you need your safe word?”
“No, Sir.” I am strong and determined and deeply in love with this man. He can have anything he wants from me, even this.
Then he presses that gigantic cock against my back entrance, and I’m no longer strong or determined. I’m panicked. I can’t possibly do this.
“Relax, sweetheart.” My sweet Kristian is back. He caresses my bottom with a gentle touch. “We’ll go nice and slow. A little at a time. Relax and push back against me.”
I follow his directions, and sure enough, that helps. I wouldn’t call it comfortable, but it’s not unbearable either. Until he gives me more and makes me scream from the pain that overtakes my entire body before becoming a hot ball of need at my core.
We move together. He pushes in as I move back. Little by little, he works his way in until I feel his balls against my pussy. I can’t believe I did it. I actually did it. But before I can take a victory lap, he starts pulling back out, and then he’s back in again. I lose my mind. That’s the only way to describe it. I have no idea who I am or what I’m doing or what is happening to me. I’m one giant nerve ending, radiating from my ass to my fingertips to the top of my head and soles of my feet.
He reaches around me to my clit, pinching it between his fingers as he growls, “Come.”
I explode into ten million pieces. All I can do is feel as he pounds into me, one orgasm rolling into a second and then a third.
His arms band around me as he drives into me one last time, growling when he comes harder than he has yet with me.
I can’t move or think or speak. It’s all I can do to continue breathing. My muscles contract around his cock, which is still rock hard inside me.
Then he rolls my clit between his fingers, and another wave rocks through me.
I’m wrecked, demolished, destroyed. And I’m reborn. I’m his, completely and utterly his in every possible way.
“Jesus,” he mutters after a long silence. “That was…”
“Insane.”
“Yes. Are you okay? You… I… Holy fuck, Aileen.”
I love that he’s as undone as I am by what we did.
“Tell me you’re
not hurt?”
“I’m not hurt.” Although I will be sore. Of that I have no doubt.
“You didn’t stop me.”
“You noticed that, huh?”
“Yeah.” His chin tucks into my shoulder. “Nothing has ever felt as good as this does.”
“No?” Hearing him say that makes me rather euphoric.
“Never.” He kisses the curve of my neck and my shoulder. “You can’t ever leave me, Aileen. You’d ruin me.”
I squeeze his arm. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Chapter 23
I start my job as the Quantum receptionist on Monday morning after dropping the kids at an all-day soccer camp on the way to work. I’m coming off the best weekend of my life. Spending an entire night completely alone with Kristian was total bliss. He made it even better with breakfast in bed and a relaxing couples massage at the hotel before we went home to spend the day at the beach with the kids.
At five o’clock this morning, he kissed me awake.
“I’m going before the kids wake up,” he said.
I grasped his hand to keep him from leaving. “I don’t want this weekend to be over yet.”
“It’s the first of a lifetime’s worth of weekends we’ll have together.”
A sense of foreboding came over me as he said that, and I wanted to beg him not to go. I still don’t know why I was so afraid. I only know I didn’t want to let him leave.
“I love you.” He said those words to me repeatedly throughout the weekend, as if now that he was allowed to say them, he didn’t want to stop. That was fine with me.
“I love you, too. Thank you for the best weekend of my life.”
“It was for me, too.” He kissed me, and I wound my arms around his neck.
He broke the kiss with a groan. “Let me go, you evil witch. I’ve got a business to run.”
I let him go, but the foreboding stayed with me in the four hours between when he left and when I reported for my first day of work at the office.
Addie greets me with a smile and a hug and a ream of paperwork that I complete while hoping to catch a glimpse of the man I love. She walks me through the paperwork, which includes an application for health insurance for myself and my children.
“Your plan has already been activated,” Addie tells me. “Kristian took care of that last week, so this is just a formality.” She leans in and lowers her voice. “He told the HR people to do whatever it took and pay whatever it cost to get you on the plan immediately.”
My eyes fill, and I blink frantically, not wanting to break down in front of Addie. Crying at work is not my thing, but the tears won’t be contained no matter how hard I try.
Addie hands me a tissue.
I mop up the flood of tears. “Sorry.”
“Please don’t be. We’re all so happy for you and Kris. We’ve never seen him like this before.”
“Like what?” I ask, because I have to know.
“For one thing, he smiles all the time. We’ve never seen so much of those elusive dimples of his. For another, he takes time off—real time off. No one heard from him all weekend. That’s highly unusual. He doesn’t say much about his life before he became part of Quantum, but we suspect it was difficult. If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s him—and you.”
“Thank you.” I dab at new tears. “Ugh, you’re making a mess of me.”
She smiles. “You could never be a mess.”
“Why’re you crying?”
The sound of Kristian’s voice startles me. I look up to find him standing in the doorway to the conference room.
“Addie, give us a minute, please,” he says.
“Of course.” She gathers the paperwork I’ve already signed and leaves the room.
Kristian closes the door and comes over to where I’m seated at the big table. “What’s wrong?”
He’s wearing a light blue dress shirt that does startling things for his beautiful eyes, and he’s showered and shaved since I last saw him. As much as I love the stubble he had all weekend, I like the clean-shaven look, too. “Nothing is wrong.”
“Then why were you crying?”
“Addie told me how you ordered them to add me and the kids to the health insurance.”
“I told you I was going to do that.”
“I know.”
“You still haven’t explained the tears.” He takes my hand, helps me up and then sits in my chair, bringing me down on his lap. With the brush of his fingers on my face, he wipes away my tears.
As always, his nearness makes my entire system go haywire in a wild mix of emotion, desire and need.
“Aileen…”
“I’ve never had anyone who wanted to take care of me and the kids the way you do. Hearing that you demanded your staff take care of me that way…” I flatten my hand over my heart. “It hit me right here, and that’s why I was crying.”
“I do want to take care of you—all of you.”
“That makes me feel very lucky.”
“You have no idea how it makes me feel.”
“Tell me. How do you feel?”
“Amazed. I can’t believe something like this is even possible. Of course, I’ve seen it happen to my friends, but it’s a whole other thing to have it happen to me.”
I rest my head on his shoulder and breathe in the rich, citrusy scent of his cologne. I want to drown in that scent.
“I’m supposed to be working,” I say after a long moment of contented silence.
“So am I.”
“You should probably let me go before the whole office is talking about us being in here alone together.”
Rather than let me go, though, he tightens his arms around me. “Let them talk.”
I have no idea where Aileen is, and as one hour becomes two and two become three without a reply to my texts, I’m frantic to hear from her. She left the office after lunch on her second day without telling me where she was going, and now, as the clock creeps toward five o’clock without a word from her, I’m starting to panic. Did something happen to her or one of the kids? She’s not used to driving in crazy LA traffic yet. What if she was in an accident?
Before the speculation can give me a heart attack, I get up and go look for Addie in her office. She’s not there, so I check Hayden’s office.
“Where’s Addie?” I ask him.
“Why do you want to know?”
“I can’t get ahold of Aileen, and I wanted to ask Addie if she’s heard from her.”
“Addie went to Calabasas with Natalie for a site visit at the estate where the carnival will be held.”
“Will you call her for me?”
“Okay…” He picks up his cell phone and makes the call. “Hey, babe. Kristian is here and looking for Aileen. Do you know where she is?” He listens for a minute, and his furrowing brows take five years off my life.
Something is wrong. I can feel it in my bones.
“Okay, I’ll tell him. Are you almost done there?” He listens for another interminable minute, during which I want to rip the phone from his hand and ask Addie myself where Aileen is. Somehow I manage to control myself until he tells her he loves her and he’ll see her at home in an hour. “Aileen had an appointment this afternoon with her new oncologist.”
The floor seems to disappear beneath my feet at the reminder that she’s still battling an illness that could take her from me. Why didn’t she tell me about the appointment? Is something wrong? Has she had symptoms? My brain is spinning like a top, and Hayden comes around the desk to push me into a chair.
“Sit your ass down before you pass out.”
I drop my head into my hands.
“What the hell, Kris? What’s wrong?”
“I… I’m so crazy about her. If something ever happened to her…”
Hayden sits next to me, his hand on my shoulder. “I’m sure it’s a routine thing. Didn’t she say her New York doctor set her up with someone out here? She’s probably just touching base with the new guy.”
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“Why wouldn’t she tell me?”
“Because she didn’t want you to do exactly what you’re doing now?”
“I would’ve gone with her.”
“Maybe she didn’t want you to.”
“Why wouldn’t she want me to?” I honestly don’t know the answer to that question.
“Only she can know that, but it could be that she wants to keep what’s happening with you separate from that.”
“Why?” I’m so out of my league in this situation. I want to hunt her down at the doctor’s office and force her to tell me every detail of her appointment. But my better judgment tells me that might not be the best idea I’ve ever had.
Hayden starts to laugh, and it’s all I can do not to punch him. “What the hell is so freaking funny?”
“You are. You’re a hot mess.”
“Kind of like you were when Addie wouldn’t give you the time of day?”
“Something like that,” he says, smiling as he sits back in his chair. “If it makes you feel any better, Aileen seems as crazy about you as you are about her. You’ve got nothing to worry about where she’s concerned, Kris.”
“Except for the dreadful disease she’s already battled once coming back to take her from me.”
“You’re getting pretty far down the road from what’s probably a routine doctor’s appointment.”
“Maybe so, but tell me how you’d feel if Addie had cancer and went to an appointment with an oncologist without telling you about it.”
“I’d probably feel exactly the same way you do.”
His agreement only makes me more anxious than I was before, if that’s even possible. “I’ve got to get out of here.”
“Where’re you going?”
“To her place to wait for her.”
“Don’t be a bull in a china shop over the appointment, Kris. Let her tell you about it.”
“I will.” I leave his office, go into mine to grab my keys, and I’m on my way to her house within minutes. Traffic is hideous, and it takes me close to an hour to get there. Several more calls to her go unanswered, inching my anxiety firmly into the nuclear zone. I pull up to her house and breathe a sigh of relief when I see her car in the driveway. At least she wasn’t in an accident.
