Needing Her

by Annabelle Love

  “Are you gonna let him tie you up and string you from the ceiling and throat fuck you or something?” Heat crept up my neck, and Sam reached to caress my cheek with long, spindly fingers. “Was it confusing? Do you need help to get home?”

  Nodding jerkily, I rested my head in Sam’s outstretched palm, and the raging maelstrom of thoughts in my brain slowed dangerously. He inched closer, until his sneakers bumped into the open toe of my heels, before I somehow found my ability to speak.

  “It is… it wasn’t before… I mean—look at me.” My voice crackled harshly, and Sam carefully scanned what of me he could see. His gaze lingered beyond the gap between my calves, and my throat tightened in shame and embarrassment. “What’s wrong with me…?”

  “Maybe that’s the wrong question, baby. Maybe you should ask what’s right with this guy? Are your only reservations because he’s your client and you don’t want to fuck up your employment when you’re so close to your corporate promotion?”

  “It’s unethical, Sam.” Casting me a blank look, Sam furrowed his brows as he swiped my dry eyelashes with his thumb.

  “Hailey, for fuck’s sake, you worry about the stupidest shit, you know that? This could be your chance to get some grade A dick—not these wimp pieces of shit—and you don’t want to go there because it’s unethical? You said it yourself not three weeks ago—this place was getting boring, along with all the people in it.”

  Pursing his lips together, Sam dragged his hand down my arm to take hold of my bicep, and he helped me stand on unsteady legs. “You know, I won’t press it. You should go home and calm down. Let me walk you back.”

  “I was just so shocked, he came out of nowhere… like a fucking superhero or something. Just swooped in and saved me from Denny blabbering about his car he’s restoring.” Leaning heavily on Sam’s wiry frame, I glanced across the floor only for Anthony’s magnetic pull to instantly draw my attention.

  His bright blue eyes were beacons in a sea of blacks and dark colors, and they locked on me even as he lifted his beer to his lips. The bottle hid his mouth only for a moment, and my breath caught in my throat when he tilted the green, glass container my way.

  Smirking menacingly, like a predator planning to play with his prey, Anthony’s silent declaration rang in my ears even after the fraction of a second had broken.

  I’ve got you cornered now.

  Chapter 5

  Anthony

  The cold water rushing from the showerhead speared my shoulders, sizzling as it evaporated against the raging, volatile fire that rampaged unchecked just under my skin. 48 hours had passed since the episode at the club, and my fingernails scraped against the tile as I curled my hands into fists.

  Hailey held out longer than I thought she would, and my deep admiration for her sheer force of will battled with my vehement hatred of it. She dominated every thought in my head—her drop dead gorgeous body flashed behind my eyelids each time I blinked—and the sound of her moan kept me awake at night.

  Yet, this obsession I developed was the culmination of only about six total hours spent together. I’d gone back to the bar last night, but Hailey wasn’t there; the rejection that pierced my chest had given me a heavy dose of reality. Aside from that one conversation at the club, we hadn’t said more than twelve words to each other. She avoided eye contact, kept her window down despite the increasingly bitter cold of Autumn’s onset, and the amount of fucking effort she put into ignoring me was awe-inspiring.

  Even my father and his irritating attempts to run the companies he’d dumped on me couldn’t distract me from her.

  And that was saying something.

  It didn’t help that I had nothing to do today but stew on this shitty situation. Twisting the shower knob off with a jerk, I ground my teeth as I stepped out of the polarized glass box and stretched my arms above my head. Every part of me was tense, but there was no promise for release, and I reached stiffly for a towel to wrap around my waist.

  This hotel room wasn’t too bad in terms of luxury and price, and I swiped my cell phone off the end of the bed to find two new text messages.

  Ophelia: I miss you. How’s your trip?

  Rolling my eyes at her interest, I swiped away her text notification as a scowl twisted my expression.

  Stu: don’t forget that you promised to get me those donuts before you get on the plane. I’ll honestly break up with you if you don’t.

  “Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Stu’s ugly ass mug flashed in my mind’s eye as I tapped on the tab, and I typed a swift response. Tossing my phone back onto the foot of the bed, I reached to rake my hands through my hair and rock back on my heels.

  This trip—I felt like I was in an entirely different world where nothing mattered but shoving my cock down Hailey’s throat. She was beautiful, work-orientated, and successful; she was exactly my type of woman. And, once again, I’m thinking about her.

  “Better her than fucking Ophelia, though.” The woman that clung to my side to the point of irritation still sent disgust slithering down my spine. Ophelia’s aspirations for life only went to the next, richer man she could bag. Over the years, she’d dropped hints that she wanted me to propose with no fucking basis at all.

  I hadn’t even fucked her—not a single damn time. We’d dated for two months before one of her ex-boyfriends found out and warned me the fuck out of the impending disaster.

  The only problem was that Ophelia’s grandfather was a business partner of my father’s.

  Climbing easily into my clothes, I rolled my neck and shoulders roughly as my thoughts zigzagged all over the place. Tonight was my last night here; I’d be on a plane back to California tomorrow afternoon. Rolling my cuffs up to my elbows, I smoothed down the front of my button-down before grabbing my phone, wallet, and keys off the fairly comfortable mattress.

  Tonight was my last night in this city, which meant that this was my last chance to do something about Hailey.

  That glaring realization only caused doubt to clog my throat, and I left my hotel room on stiff legs to slam the door behind me.

  What if she didn’t want to get fucked into oblivion?

  The stain on my dress pants told me Hailey wanted me, but the rational side of my brain simply discarded it. She could’ve been turned on for any number of reasons; the atmosphere of that club was certainly sexually charged enough.

  I could understand not wanting to risk her job by sleeping with a client, though. That was always rule number one on the ‘don’t fucking do these things’ list.

  If she doesn’t show tonight again, I’ll just let it go.

  My walk to the club was a blur, and I strode easily past all of the people waiting in line. Pushing beyond the door that led to the club, I automatically glanced around in search of Hailey’s familiar, strawberry blonde waves.

  The Friday night crowd milled around, and I took a seat at the bar as my narrowed gaze flickered from person to person. Too many of the people around me weren’t even into the darker aspects of this club; they just liked the novelty of getting slapped, of using cuffs or having a reason to be a dick to their significant others.

  “A beer for Batman—” High-pitched and still laced with annoyance, the bartender’s voice sent a twitch through my cheek even though I didn’t turn around. The hairs on my arms stood up before I tore my eyes off the scantily clad forms prowling the floor, and I sucked in a hard breath as I twisted to reach for my beer.

  “She’s not down here, you know.” Glancing at the tall, string-bean body that sidled up into the bar stool next to me, I frowned with my bottle to my lips. “You scared the shit out of her—you know that, too, right?”

  The guy didn’t even have to say a name, and I grunted in acknowledgment as I gulped down my cold brew. My mind worked slowly to decipher what he’d said, and he watched me through narrowed, dark brown eyes that sparkled in the low light reflecting off the glass wall behind the bar.

  “Where is she, then?” I wasn’t a fucking idiot; this was quite li
terally the most uncomfortable situation to be in. I didn’t know Hailey—we were nothing to each other—but this drowning desire to bury myself inside her didn’t care about that. Throwing the question out there, I furrowed my brows when the man leaned back to sigh heavily.

  “She’s upstairs—and a wreck. I had to tie her up and collar her to get her to stop pacing and freaking out.” My eyebrows shot up at that, and my abdomen clenched tightly as he shot me a silky-smooth smirk. “Don’t waste this opportunity, guy.”

  “Why not?” Rasping lightly, my voice ground against the back of my throat, and the beanpole of a man slid off his stool with a half shrug.

  “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get between her thighs? Almost six years since she started coming here. She’s not easy at all, so what you did to her on Wednesday… let’s just say that she’s more freaked about that than losing her job. I mean, come on, you’re not going to say anything, and she’s definitely not going to say anything… so there’s no way anyone will ever find out.”

  Casting me a frown under furrowed brows, the guy exhaled through flared nostrils before opening his mouth again. “I vouched hard for you—well, for her—so don’t make me look bad, right.”

  Blood roared in my ears as he sauntered off to disappear into the throng of people on the floor, and I ground my teeth hard enough to send a fierce ache through my jaw. His words circled my mind furiously, and I necked my beer bottle before standing up to the conveniently labeled stairs at the end of the bar.

  Every door, 20 in total, that lined the hallway that met me was open—save for one a little deeper than halfway down. Exhilaration and need boiled in my veins, replacing blood that surged to my cock, and I inhaled shallow breaths.

  My hand trembled with the desire that numbed my fingertips when I grabbed the shiny, brass handle, and I slowly pushed open the only barrier between my obsession and myself.

  Hailey’s body was tied to a small table, but there was nothing else in the room. Ropes bound her long, quivering legs to the thick stalks, leaving her ass hanging off the side. The binds crisscrossed up around her waist, and her chest heaved as the cord reached under the tabletop to encircle her neck and restrict her breathing.

  Hailey wheezed and gasped but didn’t struggle against her binds, and I silently shut the door behind me. My own breath stalled, and my gaze narrowed on the tight peaks of her nipples as they almost glowed red from the rope that coiled her breasts.

  “Fuck—” Slurring heavily, my rasp caused Hailey to jerk, but she couldn’t move at all. Wandering closer without thought, I slowly rounded the table to find her arms secured to a short pole. A black sleep mask kept her completely in the dark, and I caressed her flushed, slightly swollen lips as I marveled at the contrast.

  “Do you want me now, Hailey?” Hailey’s sharp gasp sent a waft of freezing cold prickles up my arm, and she sucked my middle finger into her mouth. Hers was all the answer I needed, and relief slumped my shoulders as her tongue caressed and cheeks hollowed.

  Chapter 6

  Hailey

  “Why did you give in?” Anthony’s finger reached deep down my throat, and I gagged against the ropes that held me down. My juices flowed out of me in a deluge, and saliva flooded my mouth as he dragged his fingertip along the length of my tongue.

  “You could’ve waited—I leave tomorrow. Why give in after the past two days?”

  I knew in my very bones that Anthony didn’t want an answer, and he only affirmed my knowledge when he shoved his middle and pointer down my throat. Widening my lips even as I choked loudly, I squeezed my eyes shut behind the blindfold, and violent shivers raked down my spine.

  “Was it because you realized no one was going to fire you if they never knew it happened? I’d be your dirty little secret.” Rough and hoarse from desire, Anthony’s voice dribbled with fiery need that he did nothing to disguise, and my inner walls quivered wildly.

  Jamming his fingers down deep, his knuckles collided with my teeth as he followed the contours of my throat. “Was it because you’re obsessed with the fantasy of my cock and couldn’t take it anymore? Or did you just rationalize that no one will ever fuck you as completely as I will?”

  Frustration laced Anthony’s tone, and I gasped and shuddered as he jerked his hand from my mouth. The clink of his belt and pants fastenings only fueled the fire in my abdomen, and my lips parted wider as anticipation surged through my veins. Even the red haze in my mind couldn’t hide what this was, and I moaned loudly when he gathered great, tight handfuls of my freely hanging hair.

  This was payback for the past two days.

  “Is there anything you won’t do to drive me fucking insane?” Wheezing when Anthony tugged my head up to strain the cord around my neck, I whimpered a barely eligible ‘no’. His growl echoed in my ears, and I gasped weakly when his hard, silky cock slid between my lips and his sac grazed my cheek.

  Slobbering unabashedly along his rod, my moan mingled with his groan before he shuffled to poise his head just beyond my teeth. Licking up the thick bead of precum that seeped from his shaft, I shivered violently enough to rattle the table as the taste of him set fire to my nerves.

  His words from Wednesday night had slowly chipped away at my resolve…

  I won’t tell if you don’t.

  His constant proximity as I drove him around to his meetings had left me with a need not even the best vibrator could quench.

  I broke, but there wasn’t a single ounce of shame coursing through my veins.

  Anthony’s only warning was tightening his grip on my scalp, and he plunged down my throat with a jarring thrust. The head of his cock bruised my sensitive flesh, and I arched sharply as one of his hands ripped from my hair to grope my aching breast.

  His grunts sounded between the furious beating of my heart, beyond the blood pounding against my eardrums, and I held my breath when he snapped his hips back to thrust a second time.

  “Fuck, fuck, swallow my cock, fuck-k…” Gulping under the tremendous force of Anthony’s command, I choked on my own saliva when he pulled back to set a hard, vicious pace. My brain went into shut down, and goosebumps washed my skin everywhere as I imploded around nothing. Twitching and straining against my binds, I only faintly recognized the drip-drip sound that was lost under his grunts and my gags.

  Sliding down my front, Anthony’s fingertips circled my clit roughly as he drove down my throat, and tears stained the light-blocking mask that covered my eyes. Spasming wildly as he brought me into another climax, my eyes rolled in their sockets while my lungs tightened in my chest.

  The fire that engulfed me turned white-hot as he threatened to suffocate me, and he pulled out of my mouth roughly to leave me gasping for precious air.

  Silky soft skin burned my nose and chin, and I took heaving breaths before Anthony thrust down my throat. There was no time to recover, and the abyss around me spun wildly as he abused my mouth. Thick, wet fingers drove into my channel, giving my walls something to squeeze as I undulated and clenched with all my might, and stars burst in the darkness behind my mask.

  Rubbing my clit furiously with the butt of his palm, he snapped his hips again and again before jerking back again to let me fill my lungs.

  Twisting and curling, Anthony’s thick digits gyrated against my channel while he shuffled to the bottom end of the table. Expectation turned me into a quivering mess, and I desperately wished I could see his face as he stroked my slit roughly.

  But it was better this way.

  “Scream for mercy, Hailey—” Nothing more than a feral snarl, Anthony’s command rippled up my channel and my spine, and I rasped a loud moan. He gripped my thighs with bruising force to ram the bulbous head of his cock past my entrance, and time itself stopped.

  I didn’t realize how big Anthony was, and my breath caught in my raw throat before I let out a paralyzing shriek. My walls tore from the suddenness, from his sheer size and girth and rock hardness, and his punishing, brutal pace threatened to tear me
in half. Abdominal muscles I didn’t know I possessed tightened, my cavern clamping down on his cock as he forced himself as deep as he could.

  Pain ripped up my abused throat as I belted out shameless screech after screech in time to Anthony’s thrusts, and he was reduced to base snarls and growls. Each sound I made was cut off by the next thrust that jarred my pelvis, and I screamed for something—but it wasn’t mercy.

  It was more.

  Stiff fingertips pinched and jerked my nipple, and I buckled under the weight of what Anthony forced on me. Tears flowed freely to dampen my mask, and sobs wrenched from my throat between the blood-curdling shrieks that welled up from the very depths of my being.

  “Fuck, ah, fuck!” Anthony’s guttural, toe-curling snarl washed over me like a wave of ice, and I expelled a wheezing yelp when his hips slapped against mine and stuck there.

  “Oh-shit-yes-s-s-s…”

  Fire burned my insides as Anthony pumped his load deep, and I shivered uncontrollably. Hoarse, soft whimpers scraped my throat as I struggled to fill my lungs under his bracing palm against my lower sternum, and I hiccupped wildly between unstable breaths. Pulling his cock out completely in one, swift moment, he stomped heavily towards my top side.

  The entire room rattled violently when Anthony dropped to his knees, and he peeled back the mask with trembling fingers. I could barely make out his silhouette beyond the tears and black spots that assaulted my vision, but I knew it didn’t matter.

  He looked into my eyes, and paused.

  “I’ll get a cab to the airport. You rest, Hailey.” Grinding the words through clenched teeth, Anthony’s voice weakened every muscle in my body. He snatched his pants from the floor to climb into them with his shoes still on, and I sunk into the table top. My tears fell in force when he rushed out of the room, but they weren’t sad tears.

  They weren’t even happy tears—they just were.