by Joanna Blake
“I am?”
“Yes, you are. Come here sweetheart.”
She curled against my chest and I sighed, the feeling of her in my arms so perfect it was overwhelming. I felt something inside me crack open. I slid my hand down her back to her bottom and she wiggled a little, making me chuckle.
My little wildcat was still horny. I hadn’t finished her off when I’d been tasting her before.
Daddy could take care of that for her.
“Lay back sweetie, I want to taste you.” She blushed and stared up at me. I squeezed her waist. “Go on, be a good girl.”
She leaned back on the bed and I moved between her thighs. She was breathless and wide-eyed as I grinned at her, checking out her sexy body as I slid down her body, kissing all her yummy little bits.
I stared at her, shaking my head in awe. Every inch of her was perfect. She looked fucking amazing from every angle.
I bet she even looked good upside down. I tried to picture fucking her in a wheelbarrow position, with her hands on the floor and her legs in my hands as I took her from behind. Maybe we’d try that later too. I wanted to try everything.
But first things first.
I had a naughty little kitty to tend to.
And I wanted to make her scream.
I pulled her legs over my shoulders and stared at that sweet little pussy. I was hard again and I wanted in. But since I knew I had to go easy on her today, I decided to drag it out as much as possible.
I was going to make my little angel beg. Beg me using dirty words. The filthier the better.
“Tell me what you want sweetheart.”
“I want you to… um…“
I smiled, my face hovering over her pussy.
“Lick you?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I want you to lick me. Please.”
I slid my tongue up and down the edge of her puffy little lips, teasing her.
“Like that?”
“Hmm… yes, please.”
“What else?”
I slid my finger up to her clit and waited.
“Touch me. Do that thing you did before.”
“You want me to rub your naughty little clit? Like this?”
She mumbled something incoherent as my finger traced her clit.
“Yes, but…”
“But what?”
“Can you do it… a little faster?”
“Like this?”
I circled her clit rapidly and her hips jerked.
“You want my tongue in your little pussy at the same time?”
“Yes! Hmmm yes. Please.”
“Tell me, Casey. Tell me you want me to fuck you with my tongue and rub your needy little clit.”
I slid my tongue just outside her opening and she whimpered, reaching for me. I smiled at her patiently, waiting.
“Oh! Please- um- oh God- please fuck me with your tongue and-“
I slid a finger inside her and lapped my tongue on her clit.
“Say my name.”
“Connor!”
“Suck my clit, Connor.”
She didn’t answer so I switched again, licking her clit and gently fingering her below.
She was moaning as I toyed with her, doing a bit of this and a bit of that. I could tell she was beyond words. But I was having way too much fun to take mercy on her.
Besides I wanted her to come at the exact moment I slid into her. I wasn’t going to be able to wait much longer, so I wanted her as frantic and as close as possible.
My cock pressed into the mattress as I drove both of us completely fucking insane for the next ten minutes. The room was silent, other than my sounds of appreciation and her eager little whimpers of pleasure.
I stopped and stared up at her, my fingers stroking her lightly.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?”
She nodded and moaned with her eyes shut. That was going to have to be enough. I could tell she was out of her mind.
I lined my cock up with her and rubbed the tip up and down her slick lips. I tapped her clit with it and she whimpered. The way she looked, laying there, open and wild and desperate for me…
Well, let’s just say I forgot to be gentle.
I slid into her with a curse. All the way in. I braced my body with my arms straight on either side of her. My hips took over, mindlessly fucking her hard and slow. It wasn’t sweet or tender. I’d waited all night for this.
I grunted with each thrust as I pistoned my cock in and out of her. My tempo increased steadily with each stroke. And just like I’d planned, Casey came almost instantly.
She shook and shimmied all over the bed, her pussy creaming all over my cock. I didn’t stop though. Couldn’t stop.
All I could do was make sure we orgasmed together when the time came. I leaned down and pulled her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard as my rhythm increased again.
I was close now. On the edge. But not quite ready to let go.
“Fuck!”
I grabbed her and lifted her, slamming her back against the heavy wood headboard. I wrapped her legs around my waist, holding her ass with one hand as I pounded her harder and harder.
“Oh God! Christ! I’m going to-”
I roared like an animal as my cock expanded inside her. She was coming still, trapped in an endless orgasm. She cried out as she peaked again. Her body pulled at me in a way that made me fucking explode.
Every inch of my body was alive. The headboard banged against the wall again and again until I was spent. It seemed to go on forever.
I kissed her as her body convulsed on my cock. I held perfectly still, impaling her to the headboard. She was suspended there, like a pretty little butterfly on a pin.
I reached down and smiled at her as I pressed on her clit. She screamed and came again. I grunted as my cock got squeezed. I fucking loved it though. She was milking me for every drop and I fucking loved it.
Gently, I lifted her off my cock and we slid to the bed in a tangle of exhausted limbs. I realized pancakes were going to have to wait as I drifted into a deep sleep.
Creak…
I blinked, realizing something was wrong. Someone was here. They’d just come up the stairs and opened the bedroom door. And they weren’t being quiet about it.
I opened my eyes slowly, seeing two people standing in the doorway. I rolled to the side, pulling my body in front of Casey’s as I reached for my gun.
I’d fucked up. I’d let my guard down. They’d come after her and now I had to keep her alive.
No matter what the cost. I’d gladly risk my life for hers. She was mine and I was going to protect her dammit.
“Connor Jason DeWitt.”
I lowered the gun at the familiar voice, throwing the safety. I blinked as the room came into focus. My mother and my sister were standing in the open doorway, staring at me in shock.
Well, my mother was in shock. My little sister Kelly was looking at me with a shit-eating grin.
“Conn? Why is there a girl chained to your bed?”
Cassandra
“Help me. Please help me. He’s kept me chained up here for days.”
Connor shot me a look of pure disbelief and I laughed. He looked so miserable. I knew instantly that the woman standing there was his mother.
“Connor! Did you kidnap this girl?”
He turned around and pulled his pants on. I knew I should be embarrassed, and I was. But this was too funny for words.
Connor looked positively mortified. He pointed at me and I grinned.
“Not one word!”
“Did he kidnap you?”
“He did.” I smiled. “But I forgive him.”
The younger girl looked at me and laughed. The older woman looked scandalized. Connor looked furious.
“Casey, stow it. Mom, Kelly. This is Casey. Soon to be my wife.”
“What?”
“WHAT?”
I sat up, forgetting to be embarrassed. He winked at me and
tossed me a shirt.
“Did you really think I was letting you go after all that?”
“But-”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Be good and I’ll unchain you.”
I sputtered and crossed my arms, saying nothing. Of all the high handed-
He wanted to marry me.
I smiled suddenly, as he unlocked the cuff on my leg. He gave me a surly look. I leaned forward to whisper to him.
“How are you going to explain this to them? Locking up an innocent girl for your kinky sex games?”
He pinched my bottom and I squeaked.
“You’re a bad girl.”
“Does that mean I don’t get pancakes?”
“No, I’ll feed you.” He grinned suddenly. “You’re going to need your strength for later. For my revenge.”
My jaw dropped as he stood and walked away, whistling. He put an arm around his mom and sister and led them away.
“Come on, let’s give my fiance some privacy to get dressed.”
“My clothes are downstairs!”
He smiled at me over his shoulder. I crossed my arms and sat there, waiting. A few minutes later the shopping bags slid into the room.
“What about-”
“Get dressed.”
I gave up, looking through the bags again. I hadn’t even tried any of this stuff on! But my bags were downstairs so…
I pulled out a bra and pantie set in hot pink lace and smiled. If he thought he was the only one getting revenge, he was sorely mistaken.
I rinsed off quickly in the shower and put on the sexy underthings. Then I pulled out a light blue pair of stretch jeans, a cute v-neck top in dark green and a pair of brown suede ankle booties.
How the heck had he gotten all my sizes right?
He must have looked at my stuff downstairs while I slept, checking labels and what not. I shook my head, glancing in the mirror. He’d even gotten me some cherry flavored lipgloss and vanilla body spray.
I combed my damp hair and shrugged. The man had surprisingly good taste in clothes. I looked pretty classy, compared to the usual gear I wore to the bar or for hanging around the house.
Not bad, Cass.
I swallowed, suddenly nervous. I’d been laughing before but now things were different. Now it was time to meet the mother.
Connor
“Sheila is on her way.”
“What?”
“She was worried about you! We all were!
“Mom, this is not good. Casey isn’t supposed to be here.”
“Well, how was I supposed to know that?” My mother frowned and pointed a finger at me. “You never call in sick!”
“I want to hear about the girl.”
“You’re not helping Kelly.”
My little sister gave me a cheeky grin and I rolled my eyes, deciding to ignore her. I heated the griddle back up and pulled out the pancake batter.
“What are you doing?”
“I need to feed my fiance.”
“You mean your captive? What the hell is going on here Connor?”
“It’s a long story mom.”
“Are you really going to marry a person you just met?”
“I didn’t just meet her, mom. And yes.”
“Well, I think she seems nice.”
I glared at Kelly.
“You would. The two of you are both trouble makers.”
“Wait, you’re marrying her and you don’t think she’s nice?”
I sighed and poured batter onto the hissing surface.
“Yes, I think she’s nice. But that’s not why-“
A loud throat clearing came from behind me and I turned. Well, Goddamn. My eyes slowly took in the sight of Casey Jones, looking extra foxy.
No PJ’s. No greasy bar uniform. She looked like a woman.
She looked fucking amazing.
It was a good thing I’d decided to lock her down before some other guy tried to snatch her up. Because she was even more desirable than I’d even realized. And that was saying something.
“Your pancakes are burning.”
Casey smiled and crossed her arms over her chest.
“You were saying?”
I stood there like an idiot, staring at her with my tongue out, holding a spatula.
A domestic idiot, but an idiot. Casey cleared her throat, arching a brow.
“What?”
“Why you were marrying me?”
“Did he even ask you?”
“No, he didn’t.”
“Shut up, Kelly.”
I flipped the pancakes and got out some plates.
“Are you two eating?” My mom shook her head and Kelly popped a stray pancake crumb into her mouth.
“Nope.”
I made two plates and carried them over to the coffee table. I coughed and tossed Casey’s dirty book onto the couch. Kelly, unfortunately had to say something about it.
“Oh I love that book! Mom, did you read this one yet?“
I started laughing as my mom turned beet red. Casey sat down beside me, giving me a cute but cranky look. I kissed her cheek. I wanted to do a whole hell of a lot more but we had company.
“Eat. Someone’s coming and things are about to get dicey.”
“Who?”
I sighed, wondering if I should get her the hell out of here.
“One of the people I work with. An agent.”
Casey jumped up, panic all over her beautiful face.
“You said no one knew where you lived!”
I grabbed her before she could run.
“Calm down. She’s trustworthy. I’m going to protect you. I promised you and I meant it.”
She stared at me, her huge eyes wide. Reality had just crashed our little party and I didn’t much like it.
“How? How can you protect me?”
“Let me worry about that.”
Slowly she sat down again.
My mother raised her eyebrows. Kelly too.
“I guess this explains the chain.”
I nodded.
“Yes, it does.” I cut up a piece of pancakes and held it in front of Casey’s gorgeous lips.
“Now, eat.”
Cassandra
“I’m keeping her.”
Sheila looked furious. The older agent was fond of Connor, that much was obvious. Maybe that’s why she was so mad.
He was infuriating sometimes. But so cute. But also infuriating.
Like for example, it was a little weird that Conn kept talking about me like I was a damn pet.
“You’re a damn fool, you know that?” She sighed, looking like she was giving up. “You’re smarter than this, Conn.”
He gave her a wry smile.
“Apparently, I’m not.”
I chewed the edge of a slice of grapefruit. The last thing left from the extremely late breakfast that Connor had cooked for me.
Then he hovered over me while he watched me eat. He slung an arm over my shoulders, encouraging me to eat every last bite.
His mother and sister had peppered me with questions. I could tell they wanted to get to know me. But I had so little to tell.
They asked about my childhood. Where I was from. What I did.
Ha. Ha. Ha.
Connor had told them to can it, in pretty much those exact words. I’d been grateful to be let off the hook. I already felt ashamed of my past. ‘Less than’ somehow. I wasn’t a normal girl my age, with a loving family who was headed off to college, or even close to graduating by now.
I wasn’t that lucky.
But in some ways I was luckier. I’d had it all, lost it, and been saved. I thanked my lucky stars everyday that Mason had taken me in. A big, mean looking biker with a heart of gold.
How do you explain that to two nice suburban ladies?
So I didn’t even try. I made small talk and ate. Basically, feeling like a big dork. Conn had done his best to make me at ease, wrapping his arm around me, feeding me, teasing me about this and that while
his mother stared at me suspiciously.
And then Sheila had walked in.
I shook my head. For a bachelor, Connor sure had a lot of women in his life. I watched as the older woman glared at Conn, then at me, then at Conn again.
“You are out of your Goddamn mind.”
She kept insulting him and threatening to call it in. He kept asking her for time. Then she said something that made my blood run cold.
“Mason never even mentioned she was missing when you brought him in!”
I looked back and forth between them.
“Mason is under investigation?”
Connor shook his head.
“No. He was.”
I stood up. “What the fuck Connor?” I grabbed my backpack and headed for the door. Besos followed me, whimpering for attention. Connor stepped in front of me and shook his head.
“Forget it. Not happening.”
“I need to see him!”
“He refused protection. He’s not in custody. I have guys on him.”
“Tell me what is going on then!”
I poked his chest and he held his hands up in surrender. Sheila laughed and shook her head.
“I have seen everything now. I changed my mind Connor. You deserve her.”
“Can it, Sheil.” Connor rubbed his hands up and down my arms. “I told you, he’s not in danger. You are. So-”
“Actually, that was why I was looking for her.”
We both turned to look at Sheila. She chewed the inside of her cheek for a minute, like she was deciding something.
“Your little waitress here isn’t the only one missing now.” She looked hard at Connor, then at me. “We lost track of Dante. He hasn’t been seen in 48 hours.”
I grimaced and made a sound of disgust. “He’s probably in a basement somewhere, torturing someone.” Conn looked at me, his eyebrow raised.
“What? I said I knew him.”
“I didn’t realize you knew him that well.”
“He took a shine to me.”
Connor stepped closer, his eyes boring into mine. He looked dangerous suddenly. Like someone was threatening something that belonged to him.
It wasn’t hard to figure out what that something was.
Me.
“A shine?”
“Nothing happened Conn! Jesus, I told you I avoided the guy.”
