Neither one of us spoke as we slumped onto the bed, a tangle of sweat-slicked limbs. He untied my hands after a minute, wrapping his arms around me so he could massage my hands and wrists. The silence between us was comfortable and familiar, as if we’d been lovers for years.
We wouldn’t ever be that, I knew. We weren’t in a relationship. We could refer to each other as lovers, but we weren’t in love. Ours was an agreement based on sexual compatibility, respect, and the fact that we got along with each other so well. I was confident that we would be able to amicably part ways when the time came.
But as Cai pulled the blanket over us, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to get tired of me before I was ready to let him go.
Twenty-Nine
Cai
I’d always avoided Valentine’s Day at all costs, never wanting anyone to feel as if I was either taking advantage of them or reading more into things than was there. I hadn’t, however, thought twice about sleeping with Addison on Valentine’s Day. I trusted that she would see it for what it was, and nothing more.
We’d only been ‘snowed in’ that one night, but after having spent so much time together, it had been strange when she’d gone back to her place, leaving me completely alone for the first time since we left for Texas. I’d been worried that, once we’d been apart for a couple days, we’d see each other at work and things would be awkward.
But they weren’t.
We got along just as well as we had before. The only awkward moment had come when Dr. Edison had come into the lab looking for Pansy, and I’d had to explain why she wasn’t there. At least the paperwork I possessed to prove that Addison had indeed been infected supported my decision to send her back to Atlanta and alert Dr. Fenster that I’d taken it upon myself to fire Pansy. He’d backed me up without question, trusting my judgment, but having the evidence to back it up made me feel better.
He’d also made sure security had escorted her to her desk, waited while she’d packed up her things, and then escorted her out. Rumor had it, she’d cussed them out non-stop. She’d left a few nasty voicemails and sent a couple vicious texts, but I’d blocked her number, and that had been that.
Addison and I had spent a few hours together Wednesday night, where I taught her a little bit about orgasm denial. I didn’t, however, tell her that spending nearly forty-five minutes teasing her with my mouth, my fingers, and a vibrator had tortured me as much as it had her.
Yesterday, I’d asked her to join me at the club where we’d met before, but this time as an official date. Well, not a ‘date’ in the sense of us defining what we were doing as dating, but just as us going somewhere together.
I was aware, every time I thought of this, that I was simply making excuses, and I needed to accept the fact that I wanted us to have a more solid definition of who we were to each other. I refused to dwell on it, however, knowing that if I changed anything, I could lose Addison entirely, and I wasn’t willing to risk that.
Besides, I didn’t want a relationship with her. I just didn’t want anyone else to have her. We’d agreed to be monogamous, and I’d been telling the truth when I said that it was so that we didn’t have to return to using condoms, but I couldn’t deny the jealousy I felt at the idea of her with another man.
Tonight, however, I would walk into the club with her on my arm, and it would be clear to everyone there that she was off-limits.
I gave her another sideways glance as she smoothed down her skirt. I’d picked her up rather than having her meet me since I didn’t want her going inside alone. The club was usually adept at keeping out the unsavory element who too often liked to take advantage of new people looking into the BDSM lifestyle, but I didn’t trust anyone else to keep Addison safe, especially not after I learned her friends, Dorly and Codie, wouldn’t be there.
“Are you certain you’re comfortable coming back here?” I asked. “Going here isn’t something I feel strongly that I need. I don’t have a personal connection, I mean.”
She reached over and took my hand. “I’m curious,” she admitted. “I think I’ll be able to see it through different eyes than I had before. Plus, it’s at least one place where the chances of running into someone from work are slim.”
“I agree.” I squeezed her hand, hoping she’d understand that I wasn’t ashamed of her or anything like that. Work finding out about us was a headache that neither of us needed.
My heart was thudding as we pulled into the parking garage next to the club. I’d never been nervous coming in here before, but this would be the first time I’d come with someone aside from that first time.
I had a sudden, sinking feeling that my choice to let her in would come back to bite me in the ass.
I stepped around to her side of the car but wasn’t quick enough to get the door for her. Still, I offered her my hand and helped her get out. I didn’t release her as we walked away, but rather pulling her closer, so I could tuck her hand around my arm.
“Remember, if you want to leave, just say the word,” I said as we approached the door.
She nodded, then stretched up to kiss my cheek. “Relax. Everything’s going to be fine.”
I smiled, but I knew I wouldn’t relax until I saw how comfortable she was.
We stayed near the edges of the Friday night crowd, but before too long, she pulled me onto the dance floor. I tried to protest, but then she’d given me a mischievous smile, and I knew she’d done it on purpose, wanting to push my own limits.
I was nothing if not up for a challenge.
It took me a minute to find the rhythm, but when I stopped trying to follow the music, and instead followed Addison, it came easily. I reached out and put my hands on her hips, drawing her to me. In my peripheral vision, I saw more than a few people watching us, but I didn’t give them anything more than cursory attention. I wasn’t here for them.
She reached up and put her hands on my shoulders, sliding them across, and then up around my neck. We had a few inches between our bodies, but that didn’t stop the electricity that flowed back and forth.
The music was background noise, the lights a mere backdrop. We moved together as if we’d been doing it for years. I’d never enjoyed dancing because I’d never really been in sync with someone, but Addison and I had some sort of instinct when it came to each other. When the song changed, our rhythm matched it, both of us adapting at the same time without a word said.
Something about being with her had altered me in some deeply profound way that I didn’t fully understand yet. I’d always accepted my sexual preferences as a part of who I was, but it wasn’t until now that being here felt natural. This was something I wanted. A place to go where the two of us could be who we were and no one would judge.
And then it hit me. This was what Jax wanted, the reason why he’d continued to look for ways to build his club even after Grandfather had told him that it wasn’t something Hunter Enterprises should get into. The club that Jax built would be better than this one. He hadn’t told me any of his plans, but I knew my brother well enough to know that he wouldn’t be satisfied with anything less than perfection.
I needed to call him and tell him that I understood now. But that wasn’t the only reason why. I was tired of ignoring the issues between us. Having dinner with Slade had made me realize that, no matter how many times I said that I enjoyed being alone, I missed my brothers. What happened to us should have brought us together, but instead, it’d torn us apart. Grandfather had wanted us to mend our relationships, even if he’d gone about it in a less-than-orthodox manner.
Slade wasn’t ready yet, and I had a feeling Blake would be the hardest to reach, but my most recent conversation with Jax made me think that things could start with us.
Thirty
Addison
Cai had a lot going on in his head, and while a part of me wished he’d only be here with me, in this moment, I knew that wasn’t something I could ask of him. We’d agreed to sex, and that was somewhere I could ask for
his full attention, but anything else was extra.
Besides, I would’ve been lying if I’d said other things weren’t catching my eye. When I’d come before, I hadn’t been prepared for it. Tonight, however, I saw things through different eyes. I looked past the clothes and looked for the people. I began to categorize them as Doms and subs, mentally filing away things like collars and leashes; if they walked side-by-side or one trailed behind. I knew that not everyone fit into nice little boxes, but these lists and commonalities – finding patterns – helped me understand, and that was ultimately what I wanted to do.
“What are you thinking?”
Cai’s voice barely carried over the music, and I took a step closer to him before answering, “I’m finding the patterns.”
He nodded, and I could see in his eyes that he wasn’t trying to placate me. He understood exactly what I meant. His hands slid around my hips to my ass, and he pulled me tight against him.
“Would you like to check out one of the rooms?”
Like I’d ever turn down sex with Cai. I nodded eagerly, placing my hand in his, and then following him over to a sign in sheet. We filled it out, checked the appropriate boxes and then headed to the closest empty room.
It wasn’t the same room we’d been in the last time, but I was glad to see that it wasn’t a chains and leather dungeon, but rather a tastefully decorated room. It wasn’t over-the-top lavish, but it wasn’t the sort of place that made me feel like I was in a cheap porn either. A bed and a few chairs were the only pieces of furniture, but the walls held a dozen different toys, some of which I recognized from Cai’s playroom. The color scheme was red and gold, and for a moment, my mind immediately thought of Harry Potter, making me laugh.
Cai gave me a sideways look. “Not exactly the response I’d been going for.”
“I couldn’t help it,” I admitted. “I saw the colors and thought ‘X-rated Gryffindor common room.’”
For a moment, he stared at me, and then he burst into laughter. He pulled me to him and wrapped his arms around me in a tight embrace. I buried my face in his chest, and his scent surrounded me. He kissed the top of my head, and I thought that I could be happy right here, with him, this way.
“I have a confession to make,” he said as he released me. “I’ve always had a thing for Ginny Weasley.”
I rolled my eyes and shook my head, laughing along with him. “I’ll never be able to watch those movies the same way again.”
He raised my hand and brushed his mouth against my knuckles. “There’s something I want you to do for me, Little Red.”
The mood in the room shifted instantly.
“What is it?” I asked, my stomach clenching in anticipation.
“Have a seat.” He gestured to a simple wooden chair that sat at the foot of a double bed.
I sat on the edge, unsure of where he was going to take this.
“Are you wearing a bra?”
I flushed despite the fact he’d already seen me naked more than once. “No.”
“Panties?”
“Yes.”
“Pull down your top until your breasts are exposed.”
Somehow, the matter-of-fact way he gave the order made it that much hotter. He folded his arms across his chest and watched as I slipped the straps from my shoulders and tugged at the top until the neckline was under my breasts.
“Scoot back.” After I did, he gave another command. “Spread your legs as wide as is comfortable. Pull up the skirt if necessary.”
The dull thudding of the music from the other side of the door was nothing compared to my heart slamming into my ribs.
“I’m going to watch you masturbate,” he said, pulling another chair into the middle of the room. When it was directly opposite me, he sat, his posture laid-back, even if the vibe in the room was anything but. “Make yourself come for me, Little Red.”
Somehow, being exposed the way I was, with him fully dressed, made the Dom / sub dynamic of our relationship clearer than ever, and I found that I wasn’t simply curious about it. I liked it.
A lot.
I knew enough about this sort of thing to know that meeting Cai’s gaze wasn’t what a good sub would do, but I’d never agreed to be good.
When my eyes met his, he didn’t scold me. He didn’t say a word at all. He simply raised an eyebrow, as if he had nothing else to do but wait for me to obey.
I pulled my skirt higher, then dropped my hand between my legs. The crotch of my panties was wet, but that didn’t surprise me. Not being aroused when I was around Cai was unusual.
The first touch made me shiver. Despite having been a virgin until recently, I hadn’t been inhibited when it came to my sexuality. I’d tried different things, discovered the ways I could bring myself to climax quickly, as well as the things I could do to draw things out.
I pushed aside the damp fabric and traced my lips until Cai’s attention fell, and I knew he was ready to watch. One finger slipped between, gathered moisture, then teased the tip of my clit. A light tingle danced down my nerves, and I started with small circles, easing my body into what was to come.
A second finger joined the first, and I made a V shape, rubbing either side of my clit as it swelled and throbbed. I moved my hand lower, my palm pressing down as I slid my fingers inside me. The combination of sensations made me close my eyes, and I let my head fall back.
Faster and faster. More pressure, taking me almost to pain. Slick skin against skin. Up, down, around. Alternating motions to take me closer to release.
And all the while, I was aware of Cai watching me. He didn’t speak, but it wasn’t sound that told me he was still near. I felt him, the weight of his gaze, the heat, and the energy pulsing off him.
I wanted to come for myself, but I also wanted to do it for him. My orgasm was no longer for me alone.
My muscles tightened, and a spike of pain and pleasure shot through me. I pulled up my legs without even thinking about it, my body curling forward, as if I could contain an explosion by wrapping my body around me. Then I was there, limbs shaking, breath coming out in gasps.
As the ecstasy faded, my muscles unclenched, and I flopped back into the chair, uncaring that my legs were splayed wide, my breasts still exposed.
A strange rattling sound made me open my eyes a minute or so later. Cai had returned his chair to its place against the wall, and now he was pressing a button. I couldn’t figure out what he was doing until I followed his gaze up to the ceiling and watched a pair of chains descend. On the end of each one was a metal cuff.
I had a good idea what Cai wanted to do next.
Shit.
“Are you able to stand?” He broke the silence.
“Yes,” I said.
“Do it.”
I stood and resisted the impulse to adjust my clothes. Being a sub was an awful lot like playing the kids’ game ‘Simon Says.’ I’d do nothing until he told me.
No matter how uncomfortable my panties had become.
“Take off your panties.”
I did, grateful to be rid of them.
“Set them on the chair, and then walk over to the chains.”
He joined me a few seconds later, still completely dressed. I looked up at him as he reached out and pinched my nipple. He cupped my breasts, lightly squeezing before leaning down to take my nipple between his teeth. He tugged on it, then rubbed the tip of his tongue back and forth until I could no longer stand still. I clenched my hands into fists, shifting my weight from foot to foot.
When he straightened, the smug smile on his face told me that he’d intentionally pushed me until I had to squirm. I swallowed a smart comment, more eager to move on than I was to get into a debate. He took one hand, lifting my arm until he could latch the cuff around my wrist. Some sort of material covered the inside of it, offering some padding. Still, if he wanted to, he could make me hurt.
I trusted him, though, and said nothing as he latched the remaining cuff around my other wrist. My arms were up, but not
stretched too tightly. I twisted my wrists to get a feel for the restraints but didn’t try to get free.
The sound of a zipper drew my attention back to him. He still wore all his clothes, but now, his erection was free, curving up toward his stomach. He stroked it a couple times, then put his hands on my hips. He lifted me, and I pulled on the chains to balance.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he said.
I did, his cock rubbing against me as he worked to line us up. Then he was there, sliding inside me like two pieces of a puzzle coming together. His hands locked together at the small of my back, holding me flush against his body. My torso, however, had no extra support unless I used my arms. And with him thick and pulsing inside me, I could barely remember my name, much less how to maneuver with my arms like this.
Then his mouth covered my breast, the suction hard enough to make me gasp. His teeth scraped and nipped my flesh, leaving marks, but I didn’t care. Every sensation went straight to my core, mixing with the almost too-full feeling as he began to move.
I had an odd sense of weightlessness as he controlled every movement. He drove his hips up as he used his arms to pull me down, pushing him deeper than he’d ever been before. My legs were locked around his waist, but I had no illusions about who was in charge here. His mouth moved across my skin, but he didn’t miss a single stroke.
This time, he came first, fingers digging into my hips as he ground me down against him, giving me that last little bit of pressure I needed to follow. Even as he emptied himself inside me, I didn’t think for a moment that he would let me go. With him, I was always safe.
And I didn’t want to lose that.
One day I would, I knew, and all I could do was choose to enjoy the time I had. Which meant I had to focus on the here and now. The future would take care of itself.
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