by Penelope Sky
He finally turned around, giving me the attention I silently commanded. His powerful arms circled my body and rested in the steep curve of my back. With wet hair and drops of water all over his body, he looked even sexier than he did when he was sweaty just moments ago. “You doing okay?”
Maybe my presence snapped him out of his bad mood. He seemed to be somewhere else as soon as we were finished, something weighing heavily on his mind. “Yeah…it hurt at first, but it got better as we went along.”
He gripped my cheeks and massaged them. “It always hurts the first time. But it gets better with practice.”
“I hope so.”
“That was your first time, I take it?”
Was that not obvious enough? “Yes.”
His eyes smoldered in delight. “Good.”
“Good?” I asked, my attitude coming out.
“I wanted to be your first something.”
“Well, you’re the first man to kidnap me,” I teased. “That’s gotta count for something.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I suppose it does.” He dropped his hands from my waist then grabbed a bar of soap. He wiped himself down and washed his dick. He was semihard, probably because he just squeezed my ass with his palms.
I squirted the shampoo into my hands and massaged it into my scalp. “Did you have a bad phone call?”
He stilled at the question, the bar of soap pressed to his chest. It took him a second to recover before he continued scrubbing himself. “Why do you ask?”
“As soon as you walked into the room, you were in a different mood.”
“I wanted to fuck you in the ass before lunchtime.”
“That’s not what I meant. As soon as we were finished, you were different. Like something is on your mind…” I knew better than to outright ask him what I wanted to know. He didn’t share his secrets with me, and if I pushed him, he would only push back harder. If I ever wanted something from him, I had to manipulate him.
He looked down at me with a stern expression, clearly having no intention of answering me.
I shouldn’t be surprised. I tilted my head under the water and rinsed the shampoo out of my hair. I’d already showered that day and I didn’t need to wash my hair again, but I needed an excuse to stay under the water. I wanted this conversation to keep going, to continue bringing us closer together. “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it. But just remember, I’m your closest confidant in the world. There’s no one I can share your secrets with. I’m always here for you if you need someone.”
“Why would you be there for me when I haven’t been there for you?” He stepped closer to me until his head was under the water again.
If I were too nice to him, he would know I was full of shit. Crewe wasn’t stupid. In fact, he was calculating, cruel, and a genius. Everything he touched turned to gold. He had wealth, power, and supernatural intelligence. A man like that wouldn’t have his position unless he was doing something right.
“You have been there for me.”
“In what way?” he asked. “You just pointed out that I kidnapped you, drugged you and stole you from your warm bed.” His mocha colored eyes had a darker appearance now that his mood had been tested.
“You didn’t sell me to Bones.” It was the most compassionate decision he ever made, to go back on his word to spare me the unbearable pain of slavery. He called me his slave now, but I didn’t honestly feel like one. I always had the power to say no, something I truly valued. I always had a voice, an opinion. I got to eat when I was hungry. I got to sleep when I was tired. I knew Vanessa had it much differently than I did.
“That was for my own selfish reasons.” His voice was colder than a winter morning.
“That’s what you say, but I don’t believe you.” I think pity found its way into his heart and changed his mind. But he would never admit it, needing to keep up this cruel façade. “I’m scared of flying, and you always comfort me. When I have a nightmare, you help me get through it. When Dunbar hurt me, you protected me. You have to stick to your word by keeping me, but you certainly don’t want to cause me pain. I think you’re capable of being a good man, but you’re doing everything in your power to prevent that from happening.”
The water streamed down his face, and he didn’t blink as he stared at me. Like a stone wall, he was impossible to decipher. He kept his thoughts hidden from me, adopting his stance of royalty and his countenance of mystery.
He set the bar of soap on the shelf then walked away. He silently dismissed the conversation, ending it right when we were in the middle of it. His usual flirtatious attitude disappeared the second lunch was over, and now the dark and tormented man remained behind. He grabbed a towel on his way and quickly wrapped it around his waist as he walked out, his large feet leaving a trail of footprints across the tile.
My objective was to get him closer to me, but I was certain I only pushed him further away. Sometimes it seemed like we were moving in a positive direction, but then we hit a wall and had to take steps backward. Perhaps Crewe had a heart that was incapable of love.
Or maybe he didn’t have a heart at all.
He was gone for the rest of the evening, long after I finished dinner and got ready for bed. He usually returned to the bedroom after work or after dinner, but he was nowhere in sight. It was nearly midnight, which was the latest he’d ever been out.
I hoped he wasn’t with someone else.
If he ran off to another woman, everything I’d done was for nothing. He was supposed to come to me for comfort, not one of his whores. When a painful throb started in my chest, I did my best to ignore it. I wasn’t jealous. I simply felt defeated that I was nowhere closer to getting out of here.
That I would probably die here.
After midnight, he finally walked inside. I was in bed, so I continued to lie there in the dark, unsure if I wanted him to know I was awake.
He dropped his jacket on the ground, kicked his shoes off, and then stripped off everything else until there were small piles all over the hardwood floor. He usually took the time to place his laundry in the hamper or hang it up for the maids to be dry cleaned.
But he obviously didn’t give a damn tonight.
I always wondered where he kept that transmitter that was linked to my brother’s skull. I never saw it on him or noticed the outline in his pocket. He might keep it hidden away somewhere so I couldn’t intercept it.
So he obviously didn’t trust me.
He would be stupid to do so.
He washed his face and brushed his teeth in the bathroom before he came to bed and slid under the clean sheets. He always slept in the nude, so I assumed that was no different now. He stuck to his side of the massive king bed. We never cuddled while we slept. The only time he’d ever held me was when I had that nightmare a few weeks ago. While he held me and kissed me, that affection was purely sexual. He never offered me anything more tender, except the occasional kiss on the temple that was so rare I couldn’t even recall the last time he did it.
I didn’t want this distance between us. It reminded me of a husband and wife in a loveless marriage that was falling apart. He was out with other women while I slept alone. The only way to fill this void was to crawl on top of him and ride his dick.
I was nearly repulsed by the idea.
If he had been with someone else, he’d just kissed her. His hands had roamed over her naked body as he explored her curves. His cock had just been inside her, hopefully sheathed in a condom, but even if it was, it disgusted me.
I didn’t want to be his sloppy seconds.
But I had no other choice. He had to see me as the woman he adored, the woman he couldn’t get enough of. Most days, I did feel that way. But right now, I felt like a stranger. I felt like I wasn’t even in that bed with him.
I swallowed my pride and tried not to think about what he was doing tonight. I tried not to picture the woman he was with, a woman far more beautiful than I was. I focused on my little apartment in Ne
w York City. It was a hole in the wall with busted appliances and noisy neighbors, but it was home.
This wasn’t home.
I slid over the sheets as I approached his powerful body on the other side of the bed. He was lying on his back with his hand behind his head. His toned triceps led to his powerful chest and beautiful physique.
My hand slid over his chest, and I leaned down and pressed a kiss to his neck. My leg moved between his as I pressed myself against him, wearing his t-shirt and just my panties. I’d never seduced a man because I wasn’t sexy enough to pull it off. But I did my best now, hoping he would take the bait.
He didn’t. “What do you want?” He didn’t push me off him, but he didn’t respond to my affection either. He just lay there.
My first instinct was to slap him for being so harsh. But that wouldn’t get me anywhere. “You must be really dull if you can’t figure it out.” I pulled the sheets down and straddled his hips.
He looked up at me, his gaze unreadable. His thoughts weren’t always clear, but I could usually pick up on his mood. Right now, he was a blank canvas. He didn’t seem angry or happy, just indifferent. “I’m not in the mood.”
I was losing the battle, but I couldn’t accept the defeat. “Well, I am…” I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. Thankfully, it was a little cold so my nipples automatically hardened, and my tits were firmer than usual.
Crewe’s eyes immediately went to my chest, but he didn’t move.
I crawled up his chest then kissed the line between his pecs and his chiseled stomach. My ass was in the air, and I suspected he was probably staring at it. I moved my kisses to his chin and then finally on his mouth.
He kissed me back, but it lacked any passion.
He must have been with someone else tonight. He’d never turned me down before. Normally, he wanted me around the clock, nonstop.
A burning pain thudded in my chest. I told myself I didn’t care about the other woman, that I was just discouraged I wasn’t making any progress. But the pain wouldn’t stop. When I pulled away, I quickly hid my pain and got off him. “Fine. I want to wait for you, but I can do it on my own.” I returned to my spot on the bed and did something I’d never done before.
I spread my legs and slid my fingers into my panties.
I touched my clit in a circular motion, doing my best to look as sexy as possible. For all I knew, I looked ridiculous. But I had to hope that this would work, that Crewe would be enticed to come out of his brooding mood.
At first, I did it just for show. But the longer I touched myself, the more I liked it. I stopped caring about Crewe being in the room. I closed my eyes and felt my breathing grow deep and shallow. Erotic images came into my mind, Crewe on top of me as he thrust into me. He was the first thing I thought about once I became turned on, and I suspected that was because I’d been sleeping with him for months.
Nothing more meaningful than that.
My original plan was no longer in my mind, and now I just enjoyed the feel of my fingers. I writhed on the bed and closed my eyes, my back arching and my nipples hardening as they pointed to the ceiling. I couldn’t catch my breath, and I felt the heat sear my body.
“Jesus fucking Christ…” Crewe finally left his side of the bed and crawled on top of me. His hips separated my thighs, and he pointed his rock-hard dick at my entrance. His thick head pushed forward before sliding completely inside me.
My hands gripped the back of his shoulders, and I moaned when I felt him between my legs. “Crewe…”
He pressed his mouth to mine and gave me a hard kiss, full of tongue and the kind of passion I wanted from him. His hand dug into my hair, and he fisted it aggressively, claiming me as his. “That was the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen.”
I spoke between kisses. “I prefer you to my fingers any day.”
He moaned against my mouth. “Lovely…”
“I’ve been waiting for you to come home all evening… I need you.”
He breathed against my mouth, his cock pulsing deep inside me.
My hands moved down his powerful chest as I felt his lips with mine. My hips rocked slightly, feeling him stretch my soaked pussy. “Fuck me slowly.” My hands moved up his shoulders to the back of his head. His strands slid through the openings in my fingers. “Kiss me. Make me come.”
He pulled his mouth away with an intense expression on his face. His eyes were darker than usual, and his jaw was tense as if he was angry. His entire body was tight with excitement. I could feel his cock thicken even more inside me. “Yes, Lovely.” He started to move inside me, sliding in and out of my slickness. He took me slowly like I asked, and I was surprised he gave me what I wanted. I expected him to argue with me or just fuck me senseless. But he was in the moment with me—exactly what I wanted.
He hooked his arms behind my knees and pinned me underneath him, contorting my body until I was pressed hard against the mattress with his powerful body keeping me in place. He rocked his hips and clenched his ass every time he moved inside me, nine inches of his impressive cock hitting me every time.
His arms flexed, the intricate lines separating the different sections distinct and beautiful. His stomach was tight as he used his entire core to stabilize himself. It was much easier to fuck hard rather than slow, but his graceful physicality made it easy.
His mouth moved to mine, and he kissed me slowly, just the way I liked. Our mouths moved together, and his tongue would greet mine in the perfect intervals. Our tongues would slide past one another before he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. No matter how criminal he was, he was still the best kisser I’d ever had. He made gentleness feel aggressive. He made slow feel fast. He made sex feel like a spiritual adventure of pleasure and ecstasy. I’d never been with a man who made me moan and writhe the way Crewe did.
“I’m gonna come…” My fingers dug into his hair, and I breathed into his mouth, feeling every inch of that cock hit me in the right spot. I was never vocal during sex, but I wanted Crewe to know how he made me feel, that he was the kind of man who made me feel like a woman.
He moaned quietly against my mouth. “I can feel it…”
My hands dragged down his shoulders, and I breathed against his mouth, too focused on the impending orgasm to even kiss him. My lips brushed against his, sometimes sticking together from their wetness.
I gripped his ass when I felt the explosive sensation hit me. Like a fire that burned every inch of my skin, I was molten hot. I pulled him against me harder, no longer wanting it to be slow and gentle. I wanted every inch over and over as I had an incredible orgasm that only he could ignite. I felt my come drench around his cock as he continued to move inside me, my arousal sheathing him like a glove.
My head rolled back, and I looked into his eyes, seeing the same desire on his face that was written all over mine. I wasn’t even aroused before he walked into the room, and now I felt satisfied, like I’d been wanting him all day. “Thank you…”
He kissed the corner of my mouth as he kept moving inside me. “My pleasure.” His thrusts became harder, hitting me into the mattress as his balls spanked against my ass. He was preparing for a climax, to fill my pussy with all of his seed.
“No.” I gripped his biceps as I felt him slide into me. “Make me come again.” I kissed him hard, my tongue dancing around his as my nails dug into his skin. My pussy was so wet I wasn’t sure if he could even feel the friction anymore.
He moaned into my mouth like that just turned him on even more. “I’d love to.” He leaned farther over me so his pelvic bone could rub into my clit. He dug into me hard, igniting my throbbing nub in the heat of passion. His cock stretched me to maximum capacity, and the constant friction against my body made me pant with pleasure. It took far less time to bring me to a second climax than I expected.
“I’m already there…”
He slowed down his thrusts, controlling himself so he wouldn’t blow his load quicker than I blew mine.
“God, Crewe…”
He gripped my hair and gave a slight tug, getting as much of me as he could.
I was stood on the threshold of an incredible orgasm, a blinding pleasure that would ignite me just like it did minutes ago. I was out of my mind with satisfaction, the hormones and the sweat destroying all inhibitions. “I love your cock…” I wanted to be everything he wanted, everything he fantasized about. They said the best way to a man’s heart was through his stomach. But Crewe had a strict diet, so that would never work. The best way to his heart was through amazing sex.
“I love your pussy.”
I hit my threshold when I saw the heated look in his eyes. I saw the way he looked at me, like I was the sexiest thing in the world. He made me feel beautiful with his restrained desire. He enjoyed making me come, not just getting off himself. He wanted to pump his seed inside me as much as I wanted to take it.
My second orgasm was as good as the first one. The heat burned my skin and made me writhe in a pool of my own sweat, but it felt so good. “Crewe, give me your come…” I clung to him desperately, moaning through the pleasure that lit me on fire.
He pushed me hard into the mattress as he pumped inside me, breathing hard as he gave me another incredible orgasm. He released a loud moan when he found his own release, filling me with mounds of his own come. “Fuck…”
I grabbed his hips and pulled him farther into me, loving all the seed he gave me. “Your come feels so good…”
His eyes focused on mine without blinking, steady and intense. “It feels even better giving it to you.” Instead of pulling out right away, he blanketed my body with his and kissed me with the same passion as before. His cock slowly softened inside me, but he kissed me like he wanted to fuck me all over again.
I was fully satisfied, having two powerful orgasms right in a row with a gorgeous, sweaty man on top of me. But I didn’t want it to end. I wanted to kiss him as much as he wanted to kiss me.
He pulled away then rubbed his nose against mine, his hair messy from the way I twirled it in my fingertips. He slowly pulled his soft cock out of me, leaving his load of come behind. He leaned back and examined me, seeing the heavy seed slowly seep out of me because so much was packed inside. “Damn…”
