“Come here, Kalia.” He’d chosen the name because of its meaning. Beauty.
And she looked more than beautiful as she turned and walked towards him, her hips rocking back and forth, her breasts swaying with each movement. When she stopped before him, he pulled her close and kissed her, his need for her so great he couldn’t resist.
When he drew back, he was pleased to note her flushed cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes. He gave her bottom lip a light nip. “Stunning.”
“Thank you, Master.” She dropped her gaze, looking so sweetly subservient he nearly threw her on the bed and took her then and there. But that wasn’t the plan so he forced himself to step to the side.
“Bend over and rest your palms on the bed then spread your legs.” He saw her eyes widen, heard her gasp of breath as she saw the lube sitting on the bed. “Now, little slave.” He made certain to harden his voice, knowing how she liked when he used his Dom voice on her.
She bent over, putting her red ass on display. He moved behind her, studying her puffy, slick lower lips, which were barely visible. He ran his hand over her hot butt.
“Gorgeous. Stay just like that. Good girl.”
A shudder ran through her. He knew how those two words affected her. He picked up the lube, squirting some onto his fingers then he parted her ass cheeks with one hand as he rubbed some over her puckered asshole.
“Deep breath in,” he ordered. “And out.” He pressed those two fingers against her dark hole so just the tips of them disappeared. His breathing increased as he watched her asshole stretch to accept them.
Fuck.
She let out a low cry, and he had to fist his cock once more in an attempt to calm himself. Maybe taking her ass tonight hadn’t been a good idea. His control was being sorely tested.
He drove his fingers in and out of her. He parted his fingers, trying to stretch her hole, and she groaned. Then he withdrew them and reached for the plug, coating it in lube.
“You are going to hold this in your ass while you suck me off,” he told her. “And I will watch your naughty, red, plugged ass in the mirror as I come down your throat.”
“Oh, fuck,” she muttered quietly.
“What was that?” he asked as though he hadn’t heard every word.
“Nothing, Master,” she said quickly.
“That is what I thought.” He pressed the plug to her hole then slowly pushed it inside, inch by inch. It wasn’t quite as thick or long as his cock but it would stretch her nicely before he took her. Reaching underneath with his free hand, he pushed a finger into her pussy, feeling how very wet she was.
“Seems someone liked her punishment a bit too much. Perhaps I should have spanked you harder.”
“No, Master,” she replied quickly. “I am completely chastised.”
“Hmm, I am not so sure. I think I should have used a ginger plug instead of a normal one. Next time.”
“There will not be a next time, Master. I have learned my lesson.”
“Somehow, I doubt that, Kalia.” He pushed the plug in fully then gave her ass a light tap. “Stand up.”
He held her for a moment after she stood. Then he sat on the bed once he was certain she was steady. Reaching back, he grabbed a pillow off the bed and placed it on the floor between his feet. “Kneel here.”
She knelt and stared up at him, licking her lips. He checked his view in the mirror. Perfect. He held out his cock to her. “Spread your legs and poke that ass out. Then I want you to lean in and suck me.”
Lacey moved into position, her ass up and on display. She licked his slit and around the head before drawing him into her mouth. Quick then slow. Deep then shallow. His breath quickened, sweat breaking out on his skin as she played with him. “Enough playing, Kalia,” he growled. “Suck me down.”
She pulled back with a smile then took him deep. Slow at first, then she sped up, her cheeks sucking in as she moved back up his cock. Up and down. The ache in his balls intensified, and he knew he was close. He stared at her scarlet ass in the mirror, the plug peeking out from between her cheeks, and her plump pussy lips he managed to catch glimpses of.
Damn, it was more than his control could take.
“Stop,” he ordered, grabbing hold of her shoulders.
She glanced up at him in surprise.
“I am taking your ass tonight, Kalia,” he explained. He stood then helped her up. “On your hands and knees on the bed.”
She moved into position as he placed a condom over his erection. Even that small movement against his cock had him gritting his teeth against coming. He grabbed the lube and spread more over his cock. Slowly he pulled the plug from her ass then threw it to the floor to deal with later. He knelt behind her and parted her cheeks, then pressed his cock slowly into her hot, welcoming warmth. Letting go of her ass cheeks, he reached around and rubbed her clit as he entered her inch by delicious inch.
“Kalia, I have decided to be lenient and allow you to come.”
Her heavy pants filled the room. “Thank you, Master.”
He increased the pressure on her clit, flicking it firmly as he seated himself fully inside her. He paused for a moment, taking a couple of deep breaths. “Come, Kalia.”
Then he drew back. In and out. He kept up the movements against her clit and knew she was close as her whimpers became more frantic, and she fisted her hands in the bedspread.
“Come with me,” he told her as he felt his orgasm looming. “Come now!”
He gave out a shout of deep satisfaction as he fell into the abyss of pleasure. He continued to play with her clit until he heard her scream. Felt her squeezing down around him, wringing every last drop from his cock.
***
He groaned as he heard his cell phone ring. He knew he should have left it turned off. But just before they’d climbed into the shower he’d switched it back on. He needed to be contactable in case something came up with work.
It was possible it was work calling, but more probable it was his mother.
“Shouldn’t you get that?” Lacey asked as she leaned back against his chest. He reached around and cupped her breast, squeezing the nipple.
“I don’t want to. I had plans for our shower time.”
And they didn’t involve his mother. He shuddered at the thought. Damn, there went his erection. He leaned in and nipped at her neck. “I’ll try to be quick.”
She glanced at him over her shoulder. “I’ll be here.”
She waited as long as she could but she was turning into a prune by the time she decided enough was enough and got out of the shower. She quickly dried herself off then wrapped a dry towel around her. She went into the bedroom, wondering what had kept him so long. When she walked in, he gave her an apologetic look then grimaced.
“Yes, mother, I know . . . but you know she hardly ever answers her phone so why do you worry so much when you can’t reach her.”
His mother. Again. Her calls were getting more frequent. Her worrying seemed to be escalating, which worried Lacey and stressed Gray out. He frequently had a headache after speaking to her.
She gave him a sympathetic smile then grabbed her phone and moved into the living area, sitting down on a leather chair. Maybe it was time to look at getting his mother a better psychiatrist. Lacey searched around on the internet and found someone she thought would work. Standing, she found a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down the details before moving over to the liquor cabinet and pouring Gray a scotch. He’d need it.
When she walked into the bedroom, he was off the phone. He sat on the side of the bed, his elbows resting against his thighs as he hung his head. He looked defeated.
Worry filled her, and she wondered how she could best help him. Finally, she slipped off her towel and, with the scotch in one hand and the piece of paper in the other, walked over and kneeled in front of him, bowing her head, and waited.
A few moments passed before she felt him move. He placed his hand on her head. “Sorry I had to leave you like that.”
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br /> “I understand, Sir.”
“Really? Because I don’t.”
She raised her gaze, looking up at him. “She’s getting worse.”
“Yes.”
She showed him the piece of paper. “I don’t want to interfere but I did a bit of research and discovered a psychiatrist who has a very good reputation and should be able to help your mother.”
He was silent, just staring down at the piece of paper.
“Just thought it was an option.” She pulled her hand back, feeling chagrined. She’d overstepped her bounds. Idiot.
He whipped out his hand and grabbed her. “It’s a great idea. Thank you. Thank you for taking the time and for caring.”
She smiled at him. “I want to help you, Sir. To do whatever I can to make your life easier.” She held up the glass of scotch. “Here, I thought this might help as well.”
He took the glass and after having a sip, placed it on the bedside table before reaching down and pulling her onto his lap. “I don’t deserve you.”
Was he kidding? In her mind it was the other way around. She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes, you do. I’m not much help, but I’ll do whatever you need me to.”
He tumbled backward, keeping his arms around her. “Just be here. With me.” He leaned up on one elbow and stared down at her. “Move in with me.”
Her breath caught, her heartbeat slowing. “What?” She couldn’t have heard him correctly, could she?
He ran his hand over her hair, staring down at her with such warmth she felt tears welling in her eyes. Did he really mean it?
“Move in with me. I want you close to me. I want you to live here. To take things to the next level. I love you, Lacey.”
The tears leaked down her cheeks.
He wiped them away, looking slightly alarmed. “Hey, what’s this?”
“Nothing.”
His gaze narrowed, and she knew she’d better speak quickly, knowing how he hated lies, even little ones.
“I’m just happy, I guess. I never really thought I’d find a man like you. One who is kind and protective and loving and sexy as hell. You’re everything I’ve dreamed of and you just said you love me. It’s like a fantasy come true.”
“Well, my fantasy is having the woman I love tell me she loves me back.”
Her eyes widened. “Of course, I love you too.” Whoops.
His smile was full of satisfaction. “And you’ll move in with me?”
Move in with him? She should probably take time to think it through, but she didn’t have to. Because it was everything she wanted. To be with him. To love him. To be his. “Yes.”
“This weekend.”
She grinned. “Pushy, aren’t you? I’m not going anywhere you know.”
“And I want to make certain of that. Call me whatever you want, but I want you under my roof, in my bed, every night.”
She couldn’t argue, because it was what she wanted as well. “All right. This weekend.”
Leaning in, he kissed her, deep and hard. “Now that, is something worth celebrating.”
***
The club still had the power to intimidate her, but she loved it all the same. The atmosphere. The people. It didn’t matter if she was playing or not. Just sitting at Gray’s feet, his hand on her head, massaging lightly as she watched everyone made her feel more at peace.
She’d finally found that sense of belonging.
She’d never really felt as though she belonged anywhere. After Brax’s death, her home hadn’t been hers anymore. When she’d stayed with her uncle and cousins, she’d always known she’d have to leave again. She’d hoped the FBI would give her a sense of belonging. Of being a part of a team. Being valued and appreciated. Instead, her so-called teammates seemed to resent her, and she’d felt lonelier than ever before.
But here, she felt at home. People accepted her. Even cared about her. They stopped to talk to Gray and would smile or talk to her—with his permission of course. Some of the other subs were welcoming and friendly. Cristina, one of the more outgoing subs who worked as a waitress at The Twisted Thorn, had organised what she was calling the subs big day out, two weeks from now, and she’d been invited.
At first, she’d thought the other woman was just being polite, but when she’d practically begged her to go, she’d given in and said yes. Now, she was really looking forward to it.
She had a place where she felt accepted, new friends, a great job. And Gray. Three weeks ago, she’d given up her apartment and moved in with him. Her life had changed so drastically in these last few months she found it hard to believe it was really true.
Sometimes when she woke up she thought she was back in her old apartment. Alone once more. Then Gray would roll over and cuddle her, murmuring a sleepy good morning before showing her how good a morning could really be.
The man was insatiable. Not that she was complaining.
Gray leaned in and kissed the top of her head. “Ready to go home, baby?”
She nodded, feeling pleasantly relaxed from their earlier rope play. Her butt was still a little tender from the spanking Gray had given her while she was bound, but the sex afterwards had certainly made up for that.
“Yes, Sir,” she replied, looking up at him with a smile.
He stood and reached down, helping her up then holding her as she swayed slightly. The feel of his arm around her waist, his hard body next to hers, had her melting against him.
Gray led the way back to the changing rooms. “Fifteen minutes and I’ll meet you out here.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said quickly, remembering a few weeks back when she’d finished getting changed before him and wandered out to his car alone. The spanking he’d given her in the backseat had ensured she wouldn’t do that again any time soon.
***
Gray groaned in frustration when his cell phone started ringing as soon as they got in his car. He’d had plans to get Lacey home, push her up against a wall and fuck her into exhaustion. Damn, he was a lucky man to have her in his life. She was everything he’d dreamt of. Kind, caring, and smart. Submissive in the bedroom and strong everywhere else. And she was totally his.
His phone went to voicemail as he started the car. Then it started up again.
“You better get it,” Lacey told him. “What if it’s an emergency?”
She knew this ringtone by now. A few weeks ago, he’d programmed a unique tone for his mother so he could avoid her calls when he wanted to. Unfortunately, the only way to truly avoid her calls was to change numbers and not tell her.
He clicked accept, and his mother’s voice came through the car speakers.
“Gray? Gray, she’s gone missing.”
“I’m sure she’s fine, mother. You know Rory isn’t very good at answering anyone’s phone calls.”
“You think I’m being paranoid but I’m not. Her friend called me, you know, the one with the ring in her nose. I don’t know why she thinks that’s attractive.”
“Do you mean Nicole?”
Gray slowed down and pulled off the road with a frown. “Nicole called you?”
“Yes, she called me.”
“Why?”
“Because Rory has gone missing! I don’t know why you never listen to me. I’ve been trying to reach her all week and her phone goes to voicemail. Finally, that nose-ringed friend of hers answered Rory’s landline today. She told me she’s been ‘crashing’ at Rory’s place. Why can’t young people use proper English like they did when I was young? Rory hasn’t been there all week, and her friend doesn’t know where she is.”
“She hasn’t been home all week? Did the friend try calling her work?”
“Not that I know of. She didn’t sound that well. All stuffed up or something.”
Great. She was probably on drugs. Rory ran with a pretty wild crowd sometimes. Still, something didn’t sound right. Sure, maybe she could have stayed with a friend for a week, but surely, she would’ve let Nicole know.
“I’ll call
her work in the morning and make certain she’s been there.”
“Finally, you’re taking my concerns seriously,” his mother said huffily. “If something has happened to her and you’ve been ignoring me I’ll never forgive you. It’s your job to look after your sisters, Gray.”
“Yes, mother, I know.” Like he didn’t hear that from her often enough. “I’ll let you know what I find out.” He ended the call before he said something he might regret.
A cool, soft hand covered his. “I’m sure everything’s all right.”
He nodded. “Of course, it is. She’s probably just avoiding mother’s calls. Lord knows, I can’t blame her. I’m not worried.”
Chapter Fourteen
He was frantic.
Panic threatened to overwhelm him. This wasn’t him. He wasn’t a worrier. He always remained cool and calm, no matter what stress he faced.
He didn’t feel so cool and calm right now.
He glanced up at the clock that hung on the wall in one of the conference rooms. 12:05 p.m. Twelve hours since his mother had called to tell him Rory had been missing for a week. He’d tried calling her. He’d called her work, and they hadn’t seen or heard from since last Friday week. He’d even managed to rouse Nicole long enough for a half-decent conversation. And still, he had no idea where she was.
“You’re going to have to go out there,” Hunter stated, leaning back in his chair.
Gray nodded. That was his thought too. He paced up and down the length of the conference room. He’d try to get some more information out of that pothead, Nicole, in person. He remembered Rory talking about staying with a guy. Maybe a boyfriend. Perhaps she was just holed up somewhere with him.
“If I find out she’s spent the whole week partying I’m going to drag her home by her hair.” An empty threat. His sister was a grown woman. But he’d still lecture the hell out of her. Then he’d finally tell his mother that she either got some real help or she stopped calling him. Because he couldn’t take this anymore. He wanted a real life, one with Lacey. Maybe with children, although they hadn’t spoken about that yet. But a life that didn’t involve constant phone calls from his frantic mother and chasing his younger, thoughtless sister around New York City.
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