by Lexi Blake
“I’m a little scared.” She stared up at him, honest desire nearly ripping him up.
He had to get control of himself. “There’s no reason. Let me take care of you. Let me take control. I promise I won’t steer you wrong.”
“You really want me? You’re being honest?”
He was lying through his teeth about everything but the part where he wanted her. He wanted her like he wanted his next fucking breath. He fucking needed her. “I am. I won’t lie to you, baby.”
He would lie to her every day of their relationship because it was the only way to protect her. He would tell her what she needed to hear. He would tell her he was a man who could love her with an open heart.
She never needed to know that he didn’t have a fucking heart.
He pressed his lips to hers, savoring just how good she felt. “Let me have you.”
She never needed to know how he really viewed her. How Liam and not Lee viewed her. Liam viewed her as payment. Her sweetness, her innocent caring, was payment for every inch of pain he’d endured. He had sacrificed, and she was his reward.
His prize was a few days, a week at most, where he got to love her, to sink himself deep inside her innocence and pretend he was worthy.
“Let me have you, baby,” he whispered against her lips.
Her arms drifted up, surrounding his neck. “Yes.”
Liam took her lips and claimed his prize.
Chapter Seven
Avery was in a slow descent to madness. Lee kept kissing her, his hands so close to the center of her body. She’d never thought of her vagina as her core, but it was blatantly obvious now that it was the place from which all feeling ran.
Her pussy, god she was thinking of it as her pussy, was wet. Ripe. Ready. She’d never wanted the way she did now. She’d never really understood what the word want meant until she’d sat down on Lee Donnelly’s lap and spread her legs.
“I want to touch you. Tell me your pussy belongs to me tonight.”
His voice somehow had a straight line to her pelvis. What was that fluttery feeling she kept getting? She should be more cautious, but every damn word he said made sense to her. Honesty. Communication. Trust. All words that made her feel safe.
Her pussy had never really belonged to anyone. She hadn’t really cared about it. It hadn’t been a part of her body that mattered. Her legs had been the center of her world, but her girl parts had been fairly useless.
Until his hands had skimmed along her skin. Every inch of flesh lit up under his fingers. What had he asked? Her brain felt like mush. Her pussy belonged to him? “Yes.”
It was easy since no one else had ever really wanted her pussy. It had been hers for years by rights of being on her body, but she hadn’t done anything interesting with it. She hadn’t thought about it. Lee brought it out in her so it was easy to answer him.
The air in her lungs fled as his fingers invaded. He split her labia, his fingers pressing her pussy wide and swirling all around. He pinched at her clitoris making her squirm and want more.
“Tell me what you like,” he demanded.
He didn’t ask. He commanded and it did something for her. He wanted to talk. He wanted to know what got her hot. How did she tell him that what got her really hot was him? All he had to do was walk into a room and her temperature rose, her interest flared.
“I love it when you kiss me.” She adored the way his mouth moved on hers. Kissing before had been sloppy and something to endure to get to the part where she was held. He’d been right about that. All she’d wanted at the beginning was for him to hold her, but that was changing. Her legs were splayed, and it felt good. His fingers played in her pussy, and she wanted more.
He didn’t move his hand. It stayed right on her pussy, but his lips descended, covering her own. His tongue gently played at her lower lip, and she opened her mouth, willing him to come inside. She’d never been kissed the way Lee kissed her. When she’d been kissed before it had been messy and awkward, but Lee inhaled her. He made her feel like she was a delicious treat to be savored.
He made her feel sexy.
His fingers, so gentle before, became firmer, more forceful as he stroked her pussy. He split her labial lips and dipped inside.
“That’s where my cock wants to be, love. It wants to be right there on the precipice, waiting to delve inside.” He stroked around her entry, making long, slow circles, drawing out her arousal. “Can you feel it?”
She gasped as a single finger stroked inside. She’d had actual real sex but nothing so erotic. Lee had been right. She’d used sex in an attempt to gain love and affection, but now what she really wanted was sex. Dirty. Nasty. Filthy sex.
She wanted to ride that finger and see where it took her. Her hips seemed to move of their own accord as though they were magnetically attracted to his hand.
“Who’s in charge of this?” Lee asked, his mouth against her ear. Warm breath covered her skin, making her shiver and want more.
She didn’t even think. Her whole brain was focused and centered on that finger. He’d put the image in her mind. His cock. Hard male flesh. His finger massaged all around her pussy, but she wanted more. She needed to get it inside. “You are. You’re in charge.”
The words pushed out, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was getting that finger deep inside and finally knowing what all the fuss was about. She’d read novels and seen movies where sex seemed to be the end all be all of existence, but she’d never had a glimmer of understanding until now. She pushed her hips down, trying to trap him, to force him to shove his finger deep.
She nearly cried out when he withdrew that finger completely.
“I’m glad you agree, love. Now hop up and take off the rest of your clothes. I want to see you.”
She blinked a couple of times before she processed what he was saying. “But I was so close.”
A sexy little smile curled his lips up. “No you weren’t, but you will be. Avery, trust me. I’ll give you what you need. Now give me what I need. I need to see you.”
He wasn’t seeing enough of her? Her pussy was out for him to see. Why did he have to push it? Most men would have just shoved her skirt up and had their way with her, but no, Lee Donnelly had to make a huge production number out of it.
Because it was important. Because sex should have meaning beyond having an orgasm and falling asleep. Because he took it seriously.
She finally figured it out. Yes, he was looking for pleasure, but beyond that he was looking for something more. He was looking for a connection. He was looking for trust and honesty, and she wanted all those things, too. This whole night could have been a forgettable and likely regrettable fling, but Lee seemed intent on teaching her something. That she mattered. That what she wanted mattered, and she shouldn’t accept less so she had to take what he wanted just as seriously.
“Talk to me, Avery.” Serious green eyes pinned her. He wouldn’t let her get away with anything, and that suddenly seemed sexy to her.
“I’m afraid when I take my clothes off that you won’t want me anymore.”
He groaned and put his forehead to hers. “Damn it, baby. We have a lot of work to do. You were in an accident, and you’re worried I won’t like the scars, right?”
“Yes, though they mostly faded. I’m also worried about how big I am. I’m not pencil thin, and my breasts sag. I have stretch marks.” She hadn’t really thought about those. They told a story, those stretch marks and the way her breasts hung, and he wouldn’t be able to avoid the C-section scar that split her body in a curve above her pelvic bone. Would he ask? Would he know what it meant? Would it mean a thing if she didn’t tell him? “I had a baby when I was eighteen.”
She hadn’t told anyone about Maddie. Thomas had only found out because he’d run a background check on her before she was hired. She’d kept that part of her life utterly secret, but sitting on his lap with her body warm and his arms around her, it seemed wrong to withhold it. That was what she was doin
g, she suddenly realized. She was withholding. She was using the knowledge like a wall to keep herself safe. No one had to know the real Avery Charles and then no one could really hurt her, but suddenly it also seemed like no one could really connect with her, either. No one could love her.
His face softened. “What happened? Was it the accident?”
Those hands, so dominant and intent the moment before, now stroked and pulled her close. He was fluid in his comfort, moving from predatory sexual male to protective and open in an instant. He’d said he would give her what she needed. And what he seemed to need was her trust. “I don’t want to talk about it tonight, Lee. Please. I’m not trying to shut you out. I just don’t want tonight to be about the past.”
He sighed. “I’ll have the story, Avery. I’ll have all your stories in the end, but we’ll play this your way tonight.”
She nodded. He’d given her something, and it was time to return his kindness. She scooted off his lap. Just moments before she’d felt sexy and powerful, and now she was right back to awkward and ungainly. And her pussy was really wet. Should she clean that up?
“Hold on.” Lee looked ridiculously decadent sitting on her little couch. It was far too small for him, but he inhabited the space like he owned it. “Don’t touch your skirt yet. I like it like this. You look like you hiked it up for your Master so he could play with you and get you ready for a nice long fuck. Your pussy is awfully pretty. Why did you start shaving? Most women who aren’t having sex wouldn’t bother.”
He was staring at her pussy. It was so weird and so hot. “Surgeries. I had a few in that area and they always shaved me. I hated the way it felt when it started to grow back.”
Sometimes shaving her girl parts was the only time they were ever touched.
“It’s beautiful.” His thumb came out, and he slowly swiped down the center. His thumb was covered in her juice and without a single obvious inhibition, he sucked it into his mouth. “You taste so fucking good, baby. Has anyone ever eaten that pussy? Has anyone ever put their mouth on it and made a meal of you?”
Yes, this was what she needed. She needed to sink into the moment, letting it crowd out all of the tragedy of the past. She’d lived there for so long, and she didn’t want to tonight. She wanted to be in the moment and the moment meant Lee. “No. No one’s ever touched me down there with his mouth.”
Lee sat back, crossing his legs. “I thought not. We’ll get to that. Now take off the clothes. I’m not asking you to do this because I’m trying to decide if I want to sleep with you or not. We’re going to fuck, baby. That’s a foregone conclusion. I’m asking because I want to see you naked.”
“I didn’t think you were asking at all,” she muttered, her heart racing a little.
“Excellent, then you’re learning. Take off your clothes. This is what we call the presentation. A good submissive will present herself to her Master, showing him exactly what she’s offering him—her beautiful body and her trust that he can take care of her.”
He wasn’t giving her any way out. He was saying all the right things. Could she really trust it? He was almost too good to be true, but good things came around so rarely in her life that she was going to risk it. She was going to grasp the moment with both hands, and if it all fell apart later, she would find a way to forgive herself. She pulled the tank top over her head and placed it on the chair behind her before working on her skirt. Her hands trembled slightly as she worked the button and undid the zipper. She pushed the skirt off, her hands touching the scars on her right leg, but he’d already seen those. He didn’t seem bothered by them.
All the while he sat back, silent, as though waiting for a show to begin. She folded the skirt, but her eyes were on him. She’d felt his erection before while she sat on his lap, but it tented his jeans and there was no way to miss just how long and thick it was. That had to be a trick of the light. He couldn’t be that big. He couldn’t be that aroused.
“You’re gorgeous, baby. Turn around and let me see your ass.” His voice had deepened, thickening to a rich honey.
She turned, deeply aware that he was looking at her backside.
“Stay where you are.”
She heard him getting up, the couch shifting. His shoes tapped against the floor, but she held still because he hadn’t led her wrong yet. He seemed intent on keeping her on the edge, but she was rapidly discovering that it also kept her in the moment. Her thoughts, normally so fast and fractured and going in a million directions, were focused. They were focused on him and on the hum of her body. He’d been so right. She’d tried to push him because she didn’t know this place existed. He’d demanded obedience so her rebellious brain would have to shut off.
She closed her eyes, waiting for whatever he intended to do.
A single finger traced down her spine. “I think you’re lovely, Avery. I’ll prove it to you in the end, you know. It might take a while, but after I’ve had you a couple of hundred times, you’ll have to admit that I want you. You’ll have to admit that this body is sexy and fuckable.” His fingertips rested at the base of her spine. “I’m going to have you every way a man can have a woman. Do you understand?”
Nope. And she couldn’t really think because his hand moved lower, caressing her cheeks, but he wanted an answer. “Yes. You’re going to sleep with me.”
“No,” he corrected. “I’m going to fuck you. Turn around. I want to see my pussy.”
She turned again, but when she put weight on her right leg, it faltered.
Lee was right there, holding her up, making sure she didn’t find the floor. His arms were around her waist, pulling her lower body against his. She balanced against him, her skin touching the rough denim of his jeans, the hard line of his erection rubbing against her belly.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured. He bent over, brushing their lips together. “I won’t let you fall, baby.”
But she was falling hard and fast. There was no way to deny it. He was the most exciting thing to happen to her in years, and she wasn’t the type of woman to just brush that off. She was setting herself up for an enormous fall, but she couldn’t pull away from him. “Thank you.”
He smiled, releasing her and dropping to his knees. He looked up at her, dark hair messy and perfect. “That’s thank you, Sir, when we’re playing.”
She could give him that. “Thank you, Sir.” She touched his hair, felt the silk under her fingertips. “Thank you for everything, Sir.”
An arrogant grin crossed his face. “Oh, baby, I haven’t begun to earn that thank you, but I think I’ll start now. You hold still or I’ll stop. This is just a little appetizer to make sure you’re damn good and ready. Later, I’ll spread you out and eat this pussy to my heart’s content, but my dick is dying. I need to get inside you pretty damn quick.”
His hands were on her hips, holding her in place while his face went right into her pussy.
She was shocked for a moment, but then he ran his tongue across her clit and she couldn’t think anymore. Wet and firm, his tongue slid across her flesh lighting her up and making her squirm. She’d thought she’d loved his fingers playing in her pussy, but they had nothing on his tongue. Fire seemed to lick up her body, threatening to consume her.
She knew it was nasty, dirty. He had his mouth all over her girl parts, and she was wet and creamy and he was licking it all up. She stared down at his dark head moving as he worked her pussy up and down.
“Spread your legs. I need more.” He groaned against her skin. She felt it sizzling across her body.
She spread her legs and his tongue speared up inside, invading her pussy like his cock surely would. Soft but strong, his tongue impaled her. He was making love to her with nothing but his mouth. He thrust up inside her pussy and then licked a long path to her clitoris, pressing down firmly.
She couldn’t help but cry out.
“That’s what I want. Make those little sounds, baby. Let me hear how much you want it.” He let go of her hips and parted her puss
y with his thumbs, fully exposing her clitoris. He put his lips right over that little nubbin and sucked it inside.
Avery couldn’t breathe. Close. She was so close, she could taste it. Her blood started to pound. Her arms shook.
And he stopped.
Lee got up, moving with a grace Avery wasn’t sure she could ever feel, leaving her completely off kilter. She tried to catch her breath, but it was hard because he pulled his shirt over his head and she was assaulted with the vision of the most perfect chest she’d ever seen.
Broad shoulders and perfectly sculpted pecs led down to an eight pack and a lean waist. Even as she tried to take in how beautiful his chest was, he shoved his jeans off his hips and his cock bobbed free. He pulled a small blue square out of his pocket and held it in his left hand.
Yeah, she hadn’t seen anything like that before. Long and thick with a plum-shaped head. She’d wanted to turn the light off, but then she would have missed looking at him. Michelangelo couldn’t have sculpted a more perfect man.
But he wasn’t perfect. He had a lot of scars. A long one ran across his chest, marring the silky-smooth skin there.
He reached his hand out, dragging her fingers to his chest. “Touch it. We all have scars, Avery. Yours don’t make you less beautiful. They just mean you survived.”
Yes, she’d survived, but only now did she feel like she’d lived. She let her fingers cross the scar that marked his own survival. “This wasn’t a nail gun, was it?”
He shook his head. “I was in the Army. I got in a knife fight in Afghanistan. I survived, and I’m happy to be here with you.”
She was so close to him, their naked bodies almost touching. “Can I touch you?”
He smiled a little. “You’re already touching me. Ask for what you want, Avery. Use those dirty words I taught you. What do you want to touch? Don’t be shy. I can still taste your pussy on my tongue. There’s no room for shyness anymore. And if you put a polite, sweet little ‘Sir’ on the end of your request, that would make me very happy.”
