by C. M. Lally
“Yes, Thiago. How are you?” I ask.
“I am well. I want to see you. Can I come over?” he asks boldly. He doesn’t sound upset or angry.
“Yes. I’ll text you my address. See you soon,” I respond, my voice giving way to shyness before hanging up. I quickly send my address, but not before backspacing ten times. Damn it. Why can’t I type a simple fucking address? My nerves have me turned inside out. He’ll be here soon, and I look like hell. The dark circles under my eyes are making me re-think this crazy decision of him coming here. I don’t live that far from the club, so it’s too late to back out now. I pour myself another glass of wine to ease the knots in my stomach and wait.
Before long, a knock on my door breaks the heavy silence that lies within. The few butterflies that were fluttering in my stomach suddenly seem to multiply into a swarm. I stand and down the last drops of my wine before unlocking the door and opening it. He’s here and my heart stops beating for a moment. His face is illuminated in the soft hallway lighting, and a gentle smile forms on his lips. He’s easily the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen. Without warning, he wraps his hands around my face, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs as he presses his lips to mine. I melt, staggering into him, clutching at his T-shirt.
God, I’ve needed him this past week, even more so than I wanted to admit. He breaks the kiss and whispers in my ear, “I’m so sorry. I’ve been an ass. I never wanted you to see that side of me. I’m an arrogant fool. Please forgive me?”
“No,” I scold. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I left you without a note or reason. I should have called. The one person I care the most about and I was silent. I just didn’t know what was happening. I was scared.” I grab his hands and kiss them before lacing our fingers together and leading him to the couch.
“Brooke, I want to be with you,” he confesses. “It was stupid of me to keep pushing my business practices onto this thing between us. I was scared about what I was feeling. Every good thing in my life has crumbled apart at the best moments, and we had just had one of the greatest moments of my life. I didn’t want that to happen with us. I won’t let it happen with us.” He brushes a loose strand of my hair back placing it behind my ear. His finger crooks under my chin as he lifts my face to look into his eyes. “I won’t,” he repeats adamantly.
“I want to be with you, too,” I confess. “More than anything. I know we have a lot of history to exchange, because I want you to know it all. There will be no secrets between us. I have a whole closet that I need to reveal, but I don’t want to scare you. We’ll go slow enough so that neither wants to run away. Agreed?”
“Agreed,” he states. “We’ll start with the most scandalous first to get it out of the way. If you don’t run after that, we’ll know it’s true love.”
I jerk my head to look up at him again with that one burning question in my eyes. Does he love me?
“I know what you’re thinking,” he laughs and his entire face beams bright with his glorious smile. ”And yes, Brooke. I do love you. There can’t be any other word for the way you make me feel. It just doesn’t seem like enough of a word to truly describe it.”
“I love you too. You are most definitely enough, more than, and all that I need,” I tell him, kissing his smooth cheek before completely losing myself in the moment of him finally being here with me. “I never thought I’d be able to trust again after my ex. He’s the one that you think is trapped inside my brain, but he’s not. The damage he left behind is healing, thanks to you.” I look him in the eyes, reassuring him my words are true.
“What happened, baby? Can you tell me about him?” he quietly asks. “That nightmare was horrifying and it tore me apart watching you relive your time with him.” He kisses my forehead and hugs me tightly, forcing his love around me; shielding me. I release a deep, shuddering breath and inhale again, mentally preparing myself to open my closet of demons.
“He discovered the exciting world of BDSM, and wanted to explore its many aspects with me. When I wasn’t ready for some of the more hardcore stuff, he forced it on me,” I explain, my voice quivering in fear from the memories. Tears begin to well up in my eyes. “He tied me up for days sometimes. When he tried to share me with his friends—so that he could watch, I ran away and never went back.”
“Fuck, baby. I’m so sorry for him treating you that way,” he hisses, gritting his teeth in anger and jerking his hand ever so gently. For a brief moment, I get the feeling he wants to punch something. Instead he continues to softly caress my hands. “BDSM is about trust and control, not just control. He’s a sick fucker and he’ll get what’s coming to him eventually.” He leans back fully on the couch, taking me with him and holding me against him for a long while. I’m finally lost in his arms.
“Do you need to get back to the club?” I ask with selfish curiosity.
“No. It’s holding its own. And besides, that’s what my partners are for,” he whispers, bending low over me and playing with the buttons on my shirt. He wrangles a button loose and begins working his way down the rest of the column, placing wet kisses down my chest. He gets to the front closure of my bra, and snaps it open with ease causing my breasts to spill out into his hands. He suckles my erect nipples and strokes his thumbs across them creating a heated friction. My panties are wet and I need to feel him against me.
I move to remove my shirt and tug at the bottom of his T-shirt to lift it out of my way. He’s magnificent. Perfect 8-pack abs move and ripple under my fingers as they fidget with the button closure on his jeans. Finally it breaks through the loop and I trace the V of his hips with my thumbs down into his briefs. I push his jeans down over the hump of his perfect ass, rubbing circles on it as his briefs get shoved off next. His cock springs forth into my open hand.
Gripping it tight, it’s my turn to bend low. I run the tip of my tongue over his “V” before dragging it down over the long vein on the underside of his dick. I can feel the blood pulse through it as it jumps under my heated stimulation. I push him back to lie down flat, and finish removing the rest of my clothes.
I sneak a peek at him. His eye lids are lowered, heavy with desire. He wears a lazy smile on his face, like sexual gratification has already taken hold of him. The hardness of his dick is proof enough that he’s enjoying this. I encircle his dick with my hands again, squeezing it hard enough to elicit a soft moan from him. I tease the tip of his dick, sucking on just the head for a few moments. Long guttural moans release from his throat, as he writhes and bucks his hips pushing him deeper into my mouth.
Once the tip of his dick is nice and wet, I throw my leg over him and slide down his length slowly. It’s almost torture as I enjoy every centimeter of the ride down his thick dick. He feels so fucking good moving inside me. He grips my hips and balances me as he concedes control to me. I’m not really good at being on top. I feel awkward and unsure of myself, but I’m brassy enough to take what I want and then I’ll hand control back to him.
I ride him, pushing him high and low, between him guiding and me finding my pleasure points on top. He caresses my breasts, bending at the waist every now and again to pull hard on my nipples with his teeth. Every suckle of my breasts causes mini orgasms to explode inside me. I bend low to ride him high on my clit, pushing him into my g-spot with every movement. Our bodies are soaked in sweat, and every movement causes us to unpeel our skin from each other.
His hands squeeze and massage my ass, pulling me higher onto his dick. The slight twinge of pain inside me tells me I’m as full as I can be with him. I rise on my knees, barely containing the pressure building in me. Grunts, groans and growls fill the air between us as I come for him. He lifts me up to straddle the couch and slides under me, lifting his mouth to lick my pussy clean of my orgasm. I’m still quivering and pulsing as the tip of his tongue penetrates me, taking in every last drop. I come again, releasing more of my orgasm into his mouth. His tongue slurps, licks, and nibbles my clit, driving me insane for more of him. “I need you in me,�
�� I demand.
“Yes, baby,” is all he mutters, but that deep voice wets me again. He stands and I watch him swipe the excess orgasm from his lips with his tongue. He lifts and carries me down the hallway towards the bedroom. His fingers piston into my pussy to keep me wet while we walk. I point to the correct door, and he kicks it open with his foot, striding a few steps before tossing me onto the bed. He slides his wet fingers into his mouth, licking them clean, and staring at me through narrowed eyes. This must be how it feels to be the prey of a wolf. He’s so fucking hot.
His hands reach out and grab my ankles, sliding me down the bed to the very edge. He lifts up my legs and slide his cock into me, pulling me higher onto his massive cock. My knees hook over his shoulders, pulling into me. He pushes in a deep as he can go, thrusting and circling his hips ‘til my eyes roll back in my head. My fingers stretch and encircle the quilt on my bed until it’s balled up in my hands. Delirious waves of pleasure roll through me. He moans and shifts, gripping my knees pulling me closer until he suddenly slows down and finally stiffens for a moment, releasing one short, broken grunt. My eyes dart to him in worry. His eyes are closed and his face is calm and serene, like he’s feeling the ocean breeze for the first time. His eyes pop open with a smile in my direction, and he’s back to the business at hand.
He never withdraws from me though, so I’m a little confused. He loosens my legs from his shoulders and wraps them around his waist. He’s flushed with sweat from head to toe with the heat we are creating. He begins slowly pistoning into me again, savoring every last push and pull of pleasure. I catch his eye and lick my lips, giving him a look that hopefully shows my undeniable satisfaction. It must have fueled his fire, because he picks up speed, pushing my knees toward my chest and holding my thighs down lower for momentum. My fuuuckkking god this man knows how to make me come, as another orgasm rolls through me. He stiffens again and growls a deeper, more triumphant groan of pleasure, releasing his orgasm into me.
“Holy shit, baby,” he squeals. “I’ve never had piggyback orgasms before. I’ve heard of men being able to do it, but never experienced it. Fuck that was phenomenal.” He walks around and climbs into bed with me, pulling me into his body heat and tucking us both under the sheets. We both are wired, even though it’s late. He trails kisses down my jaw line and back behind my ears playfully.
“Now, I have a confession to make,” he says. “That night of your birthday, in the private suite...that was not Matt. It was me.” He’s looking directly into my eyes for assurance that everything is going to be okay. I watch him take a deep shuddering breath, releasing his confession and lightening his soul.
“I hoped and wished it was you,” I say. “Every time you touch me, a spark of electricity zings through me, and it happened that night, confusing me. Then it happened again last week when were together. You’re the only one that can do that to me.”
“I wasn’t going to let anyone touch you. You were mine, whether you knew it or not,” he whispers, laying gentle kisses down my throat and across my shoulders. “And I’ve been yours since that first meeting in my office on the day we met.”
Epilogue - Thiago
~ One month later...
The Glass Stripper is crowded tonight. Brooke and I did our final walk through of the newly revamped bars on all the floors a few hours earlier. Everything is all set to go, but for some reason I wasn’t anticipating a crowd of this capacity, and now, I’m second-guessing our alcohol order. It’s a good thing I have the best liqueur rep in the business. Technically, she’s no longer my representative. Brooke re-assigned that job to another when she took full reign of her family business a few weeks ago.
Re-modeling is stressful enough, but add on taking over a company on top of it— I can honestly say, we stretched ourselves to the maximum several times over the last month. I am proud to say we survived and we are stronger for it. I stand in awe of her with all that she’s been through recently. She’s simply amazing, and yes, I love her very much. We’ve exchanged those words so many times now, it seems as if we’ve been in love forever and that’s exactly how I want it to feel.
We’ve kept our relationship strictly professional while here in the club, not wanting to let it slow down the re-model process, but I’ve had to fight off several women who continue to play by my old rules. Tonight, when I announce the winners of some of the giveaways we planned, I’m kissing her in front of everyone and letting them know this sex god is off the market. I’m completely in love with Brooke and everyone here will know it.
Thanks to Mateo and his marketing skills, he’s lined up one of the local radio stations to come and do a live broadcast for a free happy hour. That’s probably where this enormous crowd comes from. You say freebie and the world comes running. He even organized several new shows with the dancers for this proud occasion. Apparently, he also broke down and hired a new seamstress for the club before the dancers all revolted against him. I think her name is Cassee. She whipped up all new outfits and fixed many of the broken props that the dancers loved. It should be a very successful night.
I go up to the third floor to look for Brooke. She’s sitting at the bar talking to Matt, the dancer. My arrival interrupts the middle of Matt’s story about our switcheroo in my private suite. I wish he wouldn’t have elaborated on that story, but I’m not mad because she’s laughing. I’m glad they’re friends now, because I would have hated the awkwardness between us if things turned out differently.
Matt checks his watch and informs us that it’s almost show time so he needs to run and get ready. We wish him luck and I take over his empty seat and face her. Brooke leans in close to my ear and whispers, “No offense to Matt, but I don’t want to stay and watch the show. Let’s get out of here.” God, I want to kiss her so bad right now. Her perfume swirls around us and she’s the sexiest woman alive. Fuck it. She’s mine and I don’t care who sees us. I lean in and press my lips to hers. My fingers inch her dress up and I rub small circles on her inner thigh. She completely opens her lips up to me, but before our kiss goes deeper, Mateo thumps me on the back and says “get a room.”
“Oh, we will—before this night is over, we most definitely will,” she assures him.
We all three sit for a moment longer finishing our drinks and enjoying the space of the new bar on this level. The aesthetics are much better on all the levels, but the point of the remodel was simply for better efficiency and I think we’ve more than achieved it.
Brooke has made my life so much better, personally and professionally. Someday she’s going to be mine completely. I know it like I know my next breath is coming, and with that thought, I inhale and exhale deeply. I’ll give her some more time to grieve for her father and show the man some respect. After all, if it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t be in my life. I raise my glass to hers, and propose a toast: “To your dad, without him, none of this would have been possible.”
About the Author
C.M. Lally grew up in a small village in southern Ohio near the West Virginia border. Her dreams were too big for that small town, so she set her sights on big city life in Cincinnati, Ohio. She currently lives there with her Prince Charming, two teenage children, and cry-baby cat named Buddy.
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Also by C.M. Lally
The Falling Series:
All Men Fall, December 2016
Falling Hard, March 2017
Coming Summer 2017
Miami Lust Novellas:
II. Mateo, Stroke – July 2017
III. Dante, Taunt – August 2017
Coming Fall 2017
When We Fall – November 2017
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