by T. N. King
He nodded. “They thought we had kidnapped and assaulted you.”
Her face paled. “What?”
He suddenly lost his smile. “You looked abused, Ellie. In that room, all bruised, your knuckles cut up, blood on your clothes…” He swallowed heavily and looked out through the window, avoiding her gaze.
Ellie scooted closer to him and laid her head on his shoulder. “Morgan, none of that was your doing.”
His body grew rigid. “The fuck it wasn’t.” He turned to look at her. “I had Chance set those detectives after you.”
Her eyes widened. “You?”
He nodded. “While I was being all high and mighty trouncing Daphne at the board meeting…you were being run off the road by our guys!” He clenched his fists. “You were only there on that freeway in the first fucking place because I never warned you about that damn merger with the Yearwoods. And Daphne came in and tried to tear us apart.”
“Things happen, Morgan. God, you can’t control everything.”
He turned and grabbed her up. “I can control if you’re safe or not and I won’t make that mistake again.” He then lowered his mouth and kissed her hard.
Ellie wound her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his hard chest.
Groaning, he pulled away. “If Chance wasn’t driving, you would be getting fucked this very second.”
Ellie bit at her lip as she trembled.
Morgan lowered his face to hers. “I seem to want you every minute of the damn day. Just expect to get fucked by me…daily.”
Ellie kept trembling as her breathing sped up.
Morgan chuckled. “You are still so damn cute. You’re even blushing.”
“Stop that!” she giggled. “Teasing me.”
“Who’s teasing? You may get fucked three times a day for all you know?”
Ellie laughed loudly.
Chance’s voice came in over the speaker, “I hear too much laughter back there. So, you’d better not be telling her the Playboy one and two thing.”
Morgan paused then pressed the button. “No, and mind your own damn business, Playboy number two. But in fact, I was just getting started with telling that story.”
“Now Morg—”
Morgan put him on mute and turned to Ellie. “So, we get released and we have to get our effects. The cop pulls out this huge envelope and drops out the contents onto his desk—”
The car stopped with a jerk.
Both Ellie and Morgan slid forward.
“Dammit Chance!” Morgan held Ellie, so she wouldn’t hit the floor.
Ellie busted out into laughter.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Ellie stood by the limo and stared up. It is monstrous!
“Ellie?” Morgan asked in her ear as he stepped up beside her.
“Morgan, this is truly a mansion.”
“I guess?”
“You guess?”
He shrugged. “I bought it a few years ago.”
“For just you to live in?”
“Yeah.”
“It looks like it could house my old neighborhood.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“I think so, how many bedrooms does it have?”
“Umm, 12?” he replied.
“Twelve?” she exclaimed.
“I think so or maybe it’s fifteen? I can’t remember.”
“I might get lost,” she muttered.
“I’ll just put a collar on you, with a bell.” He grabbed her arms.
Gazing up at him, she could see his eyes were burning at her. “What?”
He grinned at her. “Well, maybe just a collar.”
Her insides went to jelly again. She realized he might be serious about the collar thing as she remembered that was kind of his—
“Sooo, what do you think, Ellie?” Chance chimed in.
She gazed from the mansion to him. “It’s a hotel?”
He laughed. “Yeah, it is a bit overwhelming.”
“What?” Morgan snapped. “You were the one that found it for me.”
Chance grinned. “Yes, that’s right. And I do have impeccable taste.”
Morgan took her arm and escorted her up the steps.
“Is there a butler, maid, full hotel staff? Bellhops?” Ellie teased.
Morgan rolled his eyes and scooped her up. “Of course not. I like my privacy.”
“Morgan, I can walk.”
“No, you won’t be walking.” He carried her up the long marbled steps. “I have a cleaning staff of a dozen or so that comes in once a week. I only have a cook a few days a week. Then I order out the rest of the time.”
“Yeah, bachelor living at its finest,” Chance interjected from behind them.
“But this is…looks like a family home. You know for kids and such.”
Morgan and Chance remained silent.
Opening the door, Chance made a bow.
Ellie did note the silence to her observation but she let it go. These two men had many secrets and she knew this already.
Morgan carried her in.
Ellie gazed around and her mouth popped open.
“Yeah, great right?” Chance asked.
It was great all right. Huge, lavishly furnished. Gold, brass, glass, marble. High ceilings, authentic paintings, huge plants.
“Wow,” Ellie muttered.
Morgan carried her up the stairs. “Stay if you want Chance, but we will be out for the evening. Oh, maybe order dinner?”
Chance huffed. “Yes, my lord.”
Morgan chuckled. “Thatta boy!”
Ellie giggled and shook her head as he now was heading down a long hallway still carrying her. “Out?”
“In…” He raised his foot and kicked the handle on the double doors at the end of the hall.
One of the double set of doors popped open.
Ellie gasped at just the sheer size of this bedroom as he carried her through closing the door again, with his foot.
“We will be…” He walked across the overly large bedroom to a king sized bed, dropping her on it. “…here, all night.”
Bouncing across it, she laid back. Gazing up, she could see the entire ceiling was a sky light. There were clouds passing over a bright blue sky. She could even see a few birds flying by. “Ohhh…”
“Yes, you’re looking at the main reason I agreed to take the house.”
“I-I have no words…” Then she felt his hands grasping her little jumper dress.
Morgan ripped it clean off of her in two tugs.
“W-what are you…” Ellie sat up.
Morgan then grabbed her panties and ripped them away too.
Ellie blinked as she found herself naked on an enormous velvet covered bed under a ceiling wide skylight.
He stepped back and stared, his eyes glittering with satisfaction.
“M-Morgan why?”
He tilted his head, his intense looking eyes never leaving her body. “I have pictured you lying here many times, not a stitch on, in my bed.”
Ellie shut her mouth.
He sighed and lowered himself over her nude form. “For a couple of days, you won’t be wearing any clothes.” He then kissed her as his hands roamed over her skin.
Her body heated up as her breathing became shaky. The man just continued to overpower her senses. Dreamed of her being in this bed?
He kissed down along her neck, then down her torso, stopping to tweak a nipple. “All mine, forever.” He then continued to kiss her skin and play with her nipples. Passing his hand down between her thighs, he stroked her clit with languid firm swipes.
“Unhhh,” she moaned helplessly as she spread her legs to get more.
Morgan then sat up and gazed down at her again. “Lips puffy, eyes glazed…” He stared at her breasts then looked lower to her open thighs. “Nipples hard, pussy wet, legs spread open for me. Yes, this is my dream.”
Ellie smiled as she tried to catch her breath.
“Welcome home, Miss White.”
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“Home?” she asked.
Nodding, he scooped her up.
“W-where?”
“You need pampering. First a bath, then I’ll wash your hair, comb it out and dry it. Afterward, I will feed you, then rub salve all over your lovely, sweet body. Give you your meds and eye drops. Tuck you in and sleep peacefully beside you.”
Ellie blinked rapidly. “No fucking?” she pouted.
He paused in his stride toward what looked like a bedroom sized bathroom. “Oh, yes. I assumed you knew. I will be fucking you in the tub, then after we eat, I will be eating you. Then with the salve, you will be summarily stroked in several orifices of your body till you scream my name. Then I’ll tuck you in.”
Ellie’s mouth popped open in shock.
At her expression, Morgan laughed as he carried her to an enormous garden tub, the size of a small swimming pool.
Ring… Morgan turned over in bed. He slowly opened his eyes. He stared at the woman next to him. His Ellie in his bed. The sheet had slipped off her nude form. Her glistening body already looking more like it used to as the bruises were almost gone. For several days, all they’d done was make love, tease each other, eat pizza, popcorn, pancakes chocolate cake and lay around…enjoying peace. After what she’d been through, she needed it.
Riiing…
Well, so much for peace. Morgan reached over and picked up his cell. “What?”
“Hey man.”
“Now how did I know it was you, Chance?”
“Cause nobody else likes your rude ass enough to call you?”
Morgan smiled. “True, true.”
“But I have news.”
Morgan got up and strode nude through the room to the bathroom, then he spoke, “I’m on vacation.”
“Well, I know this and you know this but—”
“Just tell me.”
“Board meeting at 10 am.”
“Today?” Morgan asked as he turned on the shower.
“Yep. Mandatory.”
“What’s going on, Chance?”
“Your dad called it. So that means—”
“No one but him knows why.”
“Exactly.”
“Dammit. I will be bringing Ellie though.”
“W-what?” Chance sounded surprised.
“She stays with me at all times.”
“Morgan, she would be safe there. You have a state of the art—”
“Futile words, Chance.”
“O-okay, see you both at 9:30, you know your dad.”
“Yes, a half hour before is being on time. Bye Chance.” He clicked his phone and sighed as he set it on the small side table. Getting into the shower, he wondered what was going on, but he found that he really didn’t care as much as he probably should. He’d made literally billions for Hunt. His father could kiss his white ass if he didn’t like it.
The glass door slid open.
His gaze rose to see Ellie stepping in, her eyes full of sparkling blue light.
“May I?” she asked.
Morgan grabbed her up and kissed her.
When he let her loose, she said, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Morgan kept smiling. God, he loved having her with him like this. Being lazy with her, falling to sleep with her, waking up with her, showering with her… all of it. He’d never felt like this with any other woman, so it was entirely new to him. After he’d had them, he’d always wanted them out ASAP.
Ellie pulled him to the built in bench and sat him down.
He allowed her to maneuver him wherever she wanted. This woman could walk all over him and get away with it.
She grabbed his already hard cock.
His dick remained that way in her presence, hard or semi hard, so he’d grown used to being in this state all the time.
Stroking him, she licked the tip of him. “It’s time for me to pamper you.”
His body shuddered a bit at the feeling of her tongue on him.
She smiled. “You like that, uh?”
He nodded.
She lowered her mouth again, her pink tongue jetting out and licking along his shaft all the way to his tip.
He let out a groan.
She gazed at him. “Oh, you like it when I stick my tongue here?’ She dipped it into the curve of his dick right under the head and then ran it over the rim and poked it into the hole there.
Morgan nearly jolted up from his seat.
“So are you going to fuck my mouth, Master Morgan?” She reached under and squeezed his balls.
Morgan froze and sucked in a breath. He’d talked dirty to her all the time, but those words coming out of that sweet mouth made him so hard.
She plunged down onto his dick and stroked him several times with her mouth.
He growled and grabbed her hair with both hands.
She pulled off and stared up at him. “Use my mouth Morgan, fuck it hard as I suck on you. I promise I will swallow every drop…” She raised her chest up jutting her hard nipples out as the water cascaded around her. “Fuck my mouth and make me swallow all your cum.”
He passed his hands over her nipples while staring at her angelic face and listening to that sweet dirty mouth. He’d never been so turned on by a woman in all his life. Growling, he grabbed her head and lowered her to his throbbing cock. He knew he wouldn’t last as long as he wanted—not with the way, she was acting.
Moaning, she devoured his cock. Licking and sucking desperately as if she yearned for nothing but this.
Morgan had forgotten how her hot little mouth felt on him. It was part of what blew him away their first time. He shoved her head down and jutted his hips up. Fucking her mouth, just as she’d asked.
Moaning as she played with her own clit, he watched and came instantly. Dammit! This was so hot—he couldn’t hold it back.
Ellie sucked and sucked, drinking him down as he came and her body quaked as she climaxed.
Her coming as he came into her mouth was just too much sensual sensory overload and his body shook like mad, as he let out a roar. God damn, that is hot.
He’d lost control and that rarely ever happened.
Licking him clean and sucking out what had to be his last drop, she raised her head, letting go of him.
Morgan reached down and grabbed her face with both hands. Yes, perfect for him in every way. He kissed her and tasted his essence in her mouth but mixed with her flavor, as he dragged her over and sat her down on his again hard dick, yes he just came and was erect all over again.
He lowered her down and her wet pussy gripped him with that sweet tightness that was uniquely Ellie. He pulled her up and lowered her down. “You are one naughty, dirty talking girl. You need to be fucked good and deep.”
Gasping, she couldn’t seem to reply as he lunged up hard and held her there.
He then pumped into her relentlessly, lunging up high and pulling her down on him at the same time.
Ellie leaned back in his grasp and cried out, “Morgan!”
He again came with her, as the sight of her uninhibited ecstasy was erotic as hell.
Yes, perfect.
Ellie had argued with Morgan all the way to the limo after they got dressed. She didn’t have to go with him to Hunt Industries. It did absolutely no good. He still felt the same way as he did 5 days ago. He didn’t even trust his fortified mansion to protect her.
He held her hand in the limo. “I brought your laptop and you can look for online enrolment into the college of your choice. You will be in my office, where no one will bother you. Then maybe shop for new dress and shoes on the net. I intend to take you out on the town tonight. Well, maybe go ahead and get a whole wardrobe as you only have the few outfits Chance brought to the hospital.”
“Less than that, remember the cute little blue jumper?” she teased.
He grinned back at her, looking entirely unashamed. “Some things have to be sacrificed in the name of hot sex.”
Laughing, she leaned her head against his shoulder. Inside, sh
e did feel nervous, as they would be arriving at the most formidable building she would ever enter. His family’s building. The place where billions were made, companies were ruined and others salvaged. Where Morgan had become a legend. Where they all planned to have him marry someone else. Not Ellie White that was for sure.
Still, she would try to make him proud. Hold her head up and walk beside him, like his woman should do. If only she could stop her nerves from screaming at her to RUN!
“We are here sir,” the driver announced.
Ellie sat up with a gasp.
Morgan patted her hand. “Please don’t be so nervous, Sweetness. You belong by my side and it’s time everyone knew it.”
Ellie took a deep breath, let it out, and gave him a nod.
“That’s my girl. Cause you know what? You are my girl now and forever. And I won’t allow anyone to change that fact.”
Ellie tried to calm herself.
The door opened and they got out.
“Mr. Hunt!” someone yelled.
“Mr. Hunt!” many voices shouted.
Suddenly, microphones were in their faces and camera lights went off.
“Is it true that you were arrested for kidnapping and assault?”
“Did you beat up a poor girl? Rape her?”
The noise got so loud, as they were pushed and jostled by many bodies with all of them shouting insane questions.
“Was it a kinky game gone wrong?” another reporter shouted.
Morgan hissed under his breath, “SHIT!” He then turned Ellie around.
“Is that Miss White?” someone yelled.
“Miss White, Miss White… look over here!”
Cameras again went off with multiple snaps and flashes.
Morgan shoved her back into the car. “Edward, drive her to the garage!” He looked at Ellie and whispered to her lips, “Just use the laptop and do as I suggested.” He then closed the door, shutting out some of the noise. All while banging and shouting was still rampant.
“O-oh god!” She trembled.
“It will be okay, Miss White,” the driver spoke over the comm. “We will be unmolested in the garage.”
Ellie’s body shook badly and she was breathing hard. What a mob! Him arrested for kidnapping her? Who let this out? Her eyes narrowed. Daphne Yearwood! “That fucking bitch!”
