Deserved (The Soul Mates Book 2)

by Victoria Johns

  Now it was my turn to play the game with my rules. “Does she do this shit often?” I enquired innocently.

  “Normally I’m on top of it and she doesn’t make it to the corner. The guys in here are dicks. Last week I stopped one mid-fumble.”

  “Fucking hell, Jake!” she snapped, and I knew she was mortified because I couldn’t ever recall hearing her swear before, let alone doing it with that much venom.

  “What?” Jake looked at her unconcerned. “You need good guys like me and Tommy to look out for you. And after your dirty disaster date last week, I figured you’d learned your lesson.”

  Okay, maybe that was uncalled for. He’d completely pissed Lacey off and was starting to push my buttons, too.

  “I think it’s time to cut the evening short. I’m gonna drive her back. It’s no bother. You don’t mind, do you, Jake?”

  “Nah, be my guest. My night isn’t over.” He winked. “Go home, Lacey, and let this gent look after you.”

  “Fuck you both,” she snarled and stormed off in the direction of the exit.

  When I made it outside, she was about a hundred yards down the road. I mean seriously, as if this girl didn’t piss me off enough, did she think I was going to let her walk home alone?

  No, not me. Apparently, I was a ‘gent’.

  Without really registering my movements, I found myself in the cab and rolling up beside her. If I hadn’t been mad with anger, I’d have said she looked hot as fuck, teetering on her heels, but I was mad with anger, so that just pressed nerves that were already close to being frayed.

  “Lacey, you have one chance to get in this cab on your own. You don’t, I will pick you up and throw you inside. Do not test me.”

  She stopped, looked to the heavens for divine intervention and then decided I wasn’t joking.

  Lacey Talbot

  I figured I’d been humiliated enough. I was not going to push it. If I knew Tommy like I thought I did, he would totally hurl my ass in the back of the cab just to let me know he wasn’t joking.

  When I got in the front next to him, he breathed a sigh of relief. Apparently he was expecting me to push it and disobey him. Just because I got in didn’t mean I was giving in, though. I’d succeeded in proving my point. Tommy Sevens wanted me as much as I wanted him, and making him admit it was going to be the true test, the biggest challenge that required the most effort.

  “Just tell me what you think you were doing in that place with your fucking ass hanging out for all to see.”

  “It’s my ass. I’ll show to who I want, when I want.”

  “Grow the fuck up, Lacey. Jake’s a player. He knows what most of the guys go there for. Single women in that joint are like open season.”

  Did he really just tell me to grow up? This guy really did bring out the full spectrum of emotions in me—shame, lust, anger, and worse still, the desire to be a sheer bloody-minded bitch.

  If that was how we were doing this then, bring it on, Tommy. Let’s fucking play. I might have been a virgin when I gave myself to him, but I wasn’t completely innocent or a prude. I knew how to get myself off. I read girl porn to ease the ache and fill the void. Hell, I’d heard Lottie and her besties go into explicit detail about their escapades. If he thought I was a meek, mild innocent, he was in for a rude awakening. I was educated in this shit. I was just really behind the rest of the class on my practical assessment.

  “What’s wrong, Tommy? You jealous?”

  “Don’t,” he shouted and gripped the steering wheel harder as we headed out of town towards ranch land territory. Knowing I could bring this reaction out in him just made me feel hotter.

  “So if I offered you a second bite of my cherry, another taste of my pie, you’d turn it down? You’d say no?”

  “Fuck, Lace, I told you it was a one-time deal.” He was glaring at me now, shaking his head in frustration and turning back to face the road ahead.

  Oh no, that wouldn’t do at all. There was no way I was going to let him dismiss me.

  “So if I did this, you’d just sit there all gentlemanly and leave me to it?” Starting that sentence and saying those words forced my body to follow through with the idea I’d been toying with. I spread my legs next to him and ran my fingers up my thighs. “Does this make you want it, Tommy?” I whispered, becoming someone I’d never been before, someone braver, almost a character in a book.

  “Stop,” he managed to choke out but with no conviction at all.

  I was winning. I had him on the ropes.

  “Can you imagine the tiny little panties I have to wear with this dress? Oh…” I said, shivering as I slipped the crotch of them to one side. “I could dip my fingers inside myself now. Do you remember what that felt like when you did it to me, Tommy? When you finger fucked me. Hard.” I was so wet, even if he hadn’t been interested, I would still have carried on. “I can see what this does to you, Tommy. No matter how much you shift in your seat, nothing is going to ease the ache you feel. Only me, Tommy. Only this pussy, your pussy, will make that ache feel better.”

  Never in my life had I spoken like this before, and I had no idea where the words were coming from, but it didn’t feel wrong to say them because they were true.

  “Fuck!” he roared and swerved off to the right. The bouncing of the road only heightened my enjoyment, and when he was turning right for real, I knew we were on a service road about a mile from the Hale Ranch. “Do not make yourself come, Lace. I’m warning you. That pleasure will be all mine.”

  His words were like petrol on the fire I already had burning through me, and when the cab hit a wooded area, he jumped on the brakes bringing the car to a squealing stop. I could make out dust and leaves flying around in the beam of the car’s headlights.

  “Out of the fucking car now,” he commanded and didn’t wait, like a gentleman, for me to start opening my door. By the time I got out of the cab, he was already exposed with his pants down and resting on his athletic thighs. The sight of him fully swollen in his own hands would have made me orgasm on the spot if it hadn’t been for the fact he’d already told me not to.

  “You wanna be the big girl, Lacey, picked up like a piece of ass at Purps and taken for a spin? Then let’s do that. Let’s see if that does it for you.” His words were rough and did nothing for my needy situation. I couldn’t see his eyes. The headlights were beaming my attention directly to his hand movement. “Knees, now. You want to know what it feels like to be a dirty whore? I will happily oblige. On your fucking knees,” he repeated.

  My joints folded. I didn’t care about the rough ground or the dirt and leaves. I was completely overtaken with an inexplicable need to comply and be used by the magnificent man in front of me. Tommy managed to walk towards me, keeping his pants at thigh level while stroking his cock. When he got to where I was kneeling, he held my chin with his free hand and opened my mouth with his thumb.

  “You can always tell me to stop, Lacey,” he whispered. His words gave me comfort and reassurance that he’d never hurt me, but his face told me that he was hoping I would end this for both of us. What he was doing and feeling scared him, but he was too weak to deny me. He was asking me to take back the control and that was never going to happen. I was too far gone.

  “Do it, Tommy. I deserve it. Show me.”

  Before I could finish wrapping my tongue around the last word, my mouth was full and being used in a way I’d only ever read and fantasized about. In a brief moment of gentleness, Tommy smoothed my hair behind my ears until he had all of it gripped in his fist, where he got into a rhythm of pushing in and out of my mouth. Every so often he would touch the back of my throat with his cock and stay there for a few seconds, waiting for me to fight for air, relishing the domination he had over me.

  I sensed a change in pace moments before he stopped suddenly and picked me up, throwing me face down on the hood of the cab. I felt my ass get chilly as he roughly pushed my dress up and ripped my panties from my body. The cold was stemmed for a moment when he
leaned flush against me, and I could feel his cock wedged in my ass crack.

  “This is how it would be, little Lacey. When an asshole picks you up in a club, you’re no longer a little girl. You’re a thing, a toy, just another cunt. Is that what little Lacey really wants? You can make this stop. You can go back to being little innocent Lacey. Tell me to stop,” he pleaded again.

  “No,” I grunted out. This was a battle of wills. The shivering he could feel in my body was borne of sheer frustration and want. There was no fear right now. I felt more alive than I’d ever felt, and I was damned if I was going to let him end it and short change me.

  “Remember you asked for this,” he said, sounding almost resigned, and that cemented my determination. I felt him kick my ankles wider apart, impossibly wide, until my hips were at an angle that any gymnast would have been proud of. “An asshole in Purps wouldn’t please you, little Lacey. He’d do this…” And with a sudden surge of strength, he entered me, making me slide up the hood a little. “He’d take his fill of your tight, innocent pussy and make you fucking scream.”

  His pace and tempo were definite and structured. I didn’t try to fight against him. I wanted all of him, his words and his body—all that was Tommy. I was struggling to control how I was feeling, and he was making me and my body enjoy every last thrust.

  “He wouldn’t care if you came, little Lacey. He’d be doing his best to make it last, to continue the hazing. He’d look at your tight little asshole and wonder if he talked sweetly enough in your ear, would you let him fuck you there and take that, too.”

  Those words, those forbidden and extreme words caused me to clench up and tense.

  “The fucker from the club would sense your reluctance, and because he’s a prick, he’d want it anyway. He wouldn’t care that you might be scared, little Lacey.”

  The thought of being used and abused was so wrong but it felt right. It was exciting and terrifying because it was confusing to want something so sinister and frowned upon.

  “I think you’ve learned your lesson tonight, little Lacey. I’ll let you cum. Do you want that? Do you want to pour your juices around me as I fuck you?”

  “Oh… God,” I groaned. “Yes.”

  Tommy continued to hammer into me and it felt out of this world. “Do it then. Let me feel your little pussy, where only I’ve been, flow around me.”

  The words, the permission and the dominant reminder that he’d now had me twice were all it took to start the process. Tommy didn’t let up and right there in the woods, lit only by a dusty headlight beam, I screamed my way through the most erotic orgasm of my life.

  When I started to come down, Tommy finally slammed into me and pumped his enjoyment inside me, moaning his pleasure and panting like I’d never heard before. As he slid from my body, the only thought I could fathom was that I was in trouble. I wanted that again. I wanted more than that. I wanted everything I knew he could give me. I wanted every dirty, unspeakable thing Tommy would be prepared to do to me.

  Lying face down on the hood of his cab with the biggest smile ever, feeling him own me from the inside out, I refused to panic, because I knew I should be panicking. I was in over my head and it was the best feeling in the world.

  Tommy Sevens

  There was no communication between us on the way home. Lacey didn’t utter a peep. It wasn’t a long uncomfortable silence because I drove that cab like I was being chased by the Feds for the few remaining miles to Grove House. We didn’t speak when she got out of the car and I just pulled away, confused or relieved, or both.

  Tara and Carly had got on great and enjoyed each other’s company, which boded well for the future. When Tara left, Carly was already in bed so I headed straight for the shower to try and rid myself of my vile mood and became even more fucked off when that didn’t work either. I barely slept a wink, and the same statements and facts tumbled around inside my crazy head. It seemed I was abusive and manipulative. If Lacey hadn’t hated me before last night, she would surely despise me now. I couldn’t ignore how I had loved every possessive, animalistic and dominant second of that fuck, which only made me want more of it and more of her. And more worryingly, I’d broken the golden rule. I. Didn’t. Wear. A. Fucking. Condom.

  By the time the sunlight was peeping through my drapes, I was in full on stress mode.

  Me:

  Lame, really fucking lame, Tommy, but I had to at least try to square off some of the shit I’d been obsessing over. I could hear Carly moving around getting breakfast sorted when I remembered I’d made no arrangements to have her taken care of today.

  Me:

  I added that last bit in as an afterthought. My attempt to force her to reply because of Carly confirmed that I was losing the plot and I was most definitely a manipulative asshole.

  I waited and waited and waited, but no reply came so I resigned myself to introducing Carly to the cab business. She’d just have to do a day in the office with me.

  I dressed and decided that the stubble could stay put. I wasn’t bothered about shaving or my appearance, and knew by the end of the day I’d be bordering on beard territory. When I finally entered the kitchen, desperate for a cup of coffee for some much-needed energy and a mood boost, I nearly tripped over when I saw Lacey’s ass bent over the kitchen table. She and Carly were discussing something in a library book that made as much sense to me as the Greek language.

  “Hi,” I stuttered.

  “Morning, and to answer your questions, I am fine and yes, I am on Lacey duty.”

  Fucking hell. What was going on here? Why wasn’t she clawing my eyes out?

  “Okay, cool,” I replied, even though I was anything but.

  “Can I get you anything before you head into town? I brought pie,” she told me, smiling sweetly like the cat who got the cream.

  What was going on?

  “Dad, snap out of it. Lacey brought cherry pie,” Carly interrupted, plating me up a slice.

  “Nice,” I commented, sinking a fork into the pie before the plate was stood still on the table.

  “It’s from Jo’s shop,” Lacey told me as she ate a piece herself. “It’s not my cherry pie,” she added at the last minute. My hand froze mid-way between the plate and my mouth when I realized what she’d said.

  The little bitch.

  When I looked at her, she was smirking at me, barely pausing in eating her slice. I was struggling to keep my shit together and here she was, in my house with my daughter, dropping hints about a second ‘event’ that shouldn’t have happened, eating cherry fucking pie.

  Unbelievable.

  “Uh, Dad…” Carly started nervously. “I was wondering whether I could go with some of the kids to the multiplex later. Lottie’s organized a trip and Lacey says she’ll give me a ride.”

  “Lacey will give you a ride, huh?” I couldn’t resist it. This time it was me who was smirking and Lacey was the one struggling not to choke on a half swallowed mouthful of pie. And because I was nuts, I carried on. “You okay there, Lacey? You’re choking. You got something in your throat? You shouldn’t take such big mouthfuls.”

  Her coughing intensified and Carly rushed to get her a glass of water. While she was running the faucet, I got up and went to assist by patting Lacey on the back. “Still playing grown up games, little Lacey,” I whispered and thumped her between the shoulder blades until Carly returned with a drink.

  “So I can go?”

  “Absolutely.” This was a big step forward. She was finally acting like a schoolgirl, wanting to make friends and asking for permission. The look of happiness she gave me was infectious. I was doing this. I was figuring this shit out and becoming a dad.

  Heading into work after breakfast felt great and I was smiling for two reasons… I was bonding with my girl in the way a dad should and the other girl ducking in and out of my life was a cheeky little minx who still wanted to play games, and what guy didn’t like
to play games?

  Lacey Talbot

  I was hoping I’d made my intentions clear. I wasn’t giving up, and as soon as I dropped Carly off at the multiplex with the others, I raced Tula back home to get changed.

  I had a plan.

  The weather was on my side. The wind was blowing a bit, so the raincoat I was about to wear over my naked body didn’t seem out of place.

  I packed a bag with some actual clothes in, just in case, and sneaked a pair of Lottie’s more risqué heels out of the house. I wasn’t nervous. I was buzzing with anticipation and excitement. The heady combination of my own imagination and how I’d seen Tommy treat me already made this too good to stop. If I could drive him insane again, I could only imagine how he’d react and that had me quivering already.

  I parked around the corner and slipped into Lottie’s killer heels, smeared some red lipstick on and double checked the belt was tied tight. One gust of wind and anything less than my best Girl Scout knot would mean disaster and the night ending a completely different way.

  I didn’t let myself in. I knocked politely and waited as my nerves mounted with every second he took to answer the door. When I heard the locks unbolting, I placed my hands on my hips in anticipation.

  “Lace…” he said, confused at first and then clocked my get up. Reaching out to drag me in, he leant back outside to scan the neighborhood, just to check if I’d been spotted before turning on me. “Honestly! What the fuck?” he started as I toyed with the belt tied around my middle. “What are you doing? You need to stop and leave.”

  “I’m no longer outside, Tommy. I don’t need a raincoat,” I began and watched his eyes tractor beam to what my hands were doing. When the belt was undone, I started at the top button, undoing it slowly. “Are you sure you want me to stop?”

  He didn’t answer. He just gulped, weighing up my actions. He was on the ropes again. He was caving.