“Yes. Yes, please!”
“Then come for me.” He circled her clit with his tongue slowly. Too slowly. Then he flicked it firmly. His finger moved in and out of her passage and she screamed, clenching down, her orgasm washing through her with a ferocity that was almost terrifying. She had never felt anything like this before. Hadn’t even known it was possible to feel this amazing.
“Good girl,” he murmured, kissing her inner thigh. “Fuck, you taste delicious. And those sounds you make when you come, I’m gonna hear those in my dreams.”
She bit down on her lip. Maybe she should be embarrassed by that. But she wasn’t.
“You can let go of the headboard now,” he told her as he stood and started stripping off his jeans. “Still want to keep going?”
She nodded. Oh yes. She wanted more. She was feeling decidedly greedy. She watched as he drew down his jeans and boxers, revealing a thick, long cock. He was erect, the fat head glistened with pre-cum. She licked her lips as she crawled to the end of the bed.
“Can I taste you?” she asked.
“You sure you want to do that? You don’t have to. It isn’t something you have to do just because I had my mouth on you. ‘Cause, baby, after tasting you I can tell you I’ll be wanting to do that every day.”
“You do?” She glanced up at him in shock.
His eyes were set at half-mast and he took hold of his cock, moving his hand up and down the thick shaft. “Hell, yes. You are fucking delicious. You just became my favorite treat.”
“Bain!” she protested
Secretly, though, she kind of liked it.
He continued to pump his hand up and down his thick shaft. All that gorgeous dark skin on display made heat rush through her body. She wanted to touch every inch. To taste him. To lick her way down those abs to where that small trail of hair led to his shaft.
“I want to taste you,” she said firmly.
He stepped closer and held his cock for her. “Then taste me, angel.”
She ran her tongue over the fat head. “Tell me what to do.”
“Not much you can do wrong, baby.” He wrapped his hand in her long hair. “Just take it nice and slow to start. That’s it. Lick me. Explore. Fuck yes, baby girl. You got it.”
She licked her way down his shaft, learning the feel of him, delighting in his taste, his scent.
“Now take just the head into your mouth and suck. Fuck. So damn good. Your mouth is so hot and wet. That’s it. Take more of me. Nice and slow. You don’t do anything you don’t want to. You never do anything again you don’t want to do, you hear me?”
She knew he wasn’t talking about just sex. She hummed her agreement and he groaned. “God, baby. That feels fucking good.”
It did? Hmm. Good to know.
“The vibration when you do that is fucking amazing. Make as much noise as you like. Yeah, that’s it. Now look up at me. Fuck.”
She glanced up, met his dark gaze with her own, saw the tension in his neck and jaw, the heat in his gaze and it added to her own pleasure. She took as much of him as deep as she could. He still had his hand wrapped around the base of his shaft and she knew she’d never take all of him.
She moved slowly back up his shaft. Then she swirled her tongue around the head.
“That’s it. Jesus. You’re too fucking good at that.” She took him in deep once more, a bit faster, sucking harder and then she let out a hum of enjoyment, smiling as he cursed.
Oh yeah. A girl could get addicted to this sort of power. She continued to play with him, even feeling brave enough to lightly touch his balls with her hand. His hips started to thrust, his hand in her hair tightening. He tugged on her hair and she looked up at him once more.
“Enough, baby. Enough. I don’t want to come in your mouth.”
She pouted. Well, why not?
He tapped her lower lip. “Don’t pout. Next time, I promise. But right now, I want to come in your pussy, and I don’t want to fucking wait. Get onto your back.”
Okay. She guessed she could live with that. She rolled onto her back and he grabbed some of the cushions they’d used for their nest last night. He slid them under her hips, propping her up so she was at the perfect height for him to take her while standing up. He grasped hold of his cock in one hand and held her hip with the other while he pressed his cock inside her.
“Tell me if anything hurts,” he gritted out. It was obvious he was trying hard to go slow and she appreciated it. Really, she did.
But right now, she didn’t want slow. She wanted fast. Hard. Furious.
She wrapped her legs around the back of his hips and tugged him closer, thankful for all those workouts that had given her strong thigh muscles.
“Arianna!” he snapped. “I’m trying not to hurt you.”
“You’re not going to,” she told him. “Unless it’s from you going too slow. Please, Bain. I need you inside me.”
He glowered down at her. “We do this at my pace.”
“But your pace is so slow.” She raised her hips up, taking more of him inside her. Their groans mingled together.
“Little brat, your butt is going to pay for that,” he warned her in a dark voice.
Bring. It. On.
He grabbed hold of her hips and pressed himself deep. She let out a sigh of satisfaction. So damn good. He pulled back. Thrust in again. His pace grew faster. Harder. His face was dark. Intense. It might have scared her if she didn’t know him so well.
He drew his cock free and she let out a cry. “No! Come back.”
He shook his head and grasped her by the waist, pulling her up and turning her. “Bend over the pillows. Feet wide apart. Rest your weight on your forearms.”
She bent over, spreading her legs wide as she rested on the cushions. He pressed his cock inside her. She let out a whimper. Felt so good. So fucking good. His pace was faster this time.
“Reach down and touch yourself, angel,” he commanded, his hands once more around her hips, driving her back onto his cock. Fuck, she’d never felt so full, so on fire in her life.
“W-what?” she asked, certain she’d misheard him.
“Touch yourself.”
“I can’t do that,” she said, shocked.
“You can. I want you to come when I do.”
“But…but…”
“You got a problem touching yourself, baby? Don’t you masturbate?”
“Do we have to have this conversation right now? Or ever?”
“Yep. Because I want you to touch your clit and make yourself come.” He gave her ass a slap. Then another one. The sting was sharp and deep. “Touch yourself, Arianna.”
She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She reached down, though, and circled her swollen clit with her finger.
Ohhh. That felt so good.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it, baby. Clench down on me. I’m going to come soon.” Smack! His other hand landed on her left cheek and it was all she needed to set her off. She soared over the edge, her pussy rippling around his wide cock.
“Fuck!” he roared as he sank deep, his weight partially resting on her as he slid forward, catching himself on his arms.
She trembled with aftershocks, her pussy still pulsating, his cock still seated deep. He nipped at her neck, making her giggle. “Damn, baby. You are spectacular.”
She really wasn’t. But it was nice he thought so. He stood then slid free, leaving her empty. Then he turned her, picking her up and holding her against him, one arm under her bottom as he kissed her. He drew back and smiled down at her. That look he gave her was soft. Sweet. Not things you’d normally associate with Bain.
At least, not unless you knew him well.
And even then, she had this feeling that look . . . that look was hers alone.
21
She looked at the message on her phone and set it down with a sigh.
“Who was it this time?” Bain asked from where he sat across the kitchen counter from her, finishing off a mammoth sandwich. Her own s
andwich lay mostly untouched on the plate in front of her.
“My sister. Again. Wondering when I’m going to put some more money in her account.” She worried at her bottom lip. Her phone had been going non-stop this morning ever since she’d decided to call Larry and tell him that he was fired. She’d explained her plan to move to Montana with Bain, to take her career on a different path. To say he hadn’t taken it well had been an exaggeration. He’d screamed so loudly that Bain had actually taken her phone off her and hung up on him. That had been about an hour ago.
Since then, her phone had been going non-stop with messages from her family. All of them growing increasingly more irate. Larry must have contacted them as soon as Bain hung up on him. She’d also called Caleb, before Bain had dragged her away from her office to have some lunch. He’d been guarded in his response, but she knew that was simply because he was worried about her. Because he wanted her to be happy.
She’d arranged for all of them, including the princes, to come over for dinner tomorrow night. That, at least, was something to look forward to. Unlike the upcoming confrontation with her family, because she knew she wouldn’t be able to ignore them forever.
“You don’t need to feel guilty about not bank-rolling them any longer,” he said.
She raised her gaze to this. “I know.”
“Your sister can get a job. You said that you bought her an apartment in L.A. so it’s not like she’s homeless.”
All true.
She’d also bought her parents some ostentatious mansion.
“They need to learn to fend for themselves and not depend on you.”
“I know.”
“Then why do you sound so unhappy? You changed your mind about moving to Sanctuary with me?”
“What? No, of course not.” She grabbed hold of his hand. “I want to do that. More than anything. Guess it’s just ingrained in me to feel guilty, to feel like I owe them all something.”
“You don’t,” he growled. “Anyone owes someone, it’s them owing you for the way they’ve treated you all these years.”
He was right. Of course he was right.
“I’ll need to talk to them at some stage.”
“Why don’t you forget about all of that for a few hours? Turn off your phone. I have something for you. Got Dominic to pick it up this morning.”
“Ooh, what is it?”
“Something that might help you relax. And stop worrying.”
She clapped her hands. “Can I have it now?”
“No,” he replied. “You can have it after you eat your lunch.” He looked pointedly down at her sandwich.
She wrinkled her nose. “Not that hungry.”
“Five bites. Big bites. Then you can have your present.”
She sighed. That didn’t seem fair.
“We can sit here all day until you eat it, little bit.”
He wouldn’t! Oh yeah, from the firm look on his face it seemed like he would. With a sigh, she took as small a bite as she dared. The sandwich he’d made her was actually pretty good, so she ended up eating half of it before setting it down.
“Ready!”
He shook his head, but he gave her an indulgent smile. “All right. It’s in my room. Go wait in your bedroom and I’ll get it.” With a squeal, she jumped down and raced off to her bedroom, leaving her phone behind.
“No running,” he barked. “Or you’ll get a red bottom instead of your gift.”
Oops. Well, that wouldn’t do.
Two hours later, she stepped back, looking at her masterpiece. It was missing something. It seemed too small for the space.
Hmm.
She looked down at the window crayons Bain had bought her. He was right. This had given her the break she needed. Concentrating on her piece of art on the window had slowly driven out all thoughts of her awful family and Larry. Her mother would be horrified if she could see the mess she’d made on the window.
Ari just grinned.
She tapped her chin. What did it need, though? The huge window in her bedroom was now covered in a picture of someone sitting under a tree, playing a guitar. Of course, she was no great artist, so it was a pretty simple picture.
Which is why it needed to be…
“Bigger!” she squealed. “That’s it. I need to go up. I need something to stand on.”
Bain had left her about ten minutes ago when his phone started ringing. She hadn’t paid too much attention. She knew he wouldn’t be long. She didn’t want to leave to go find a ladder. She wasn’t even sure she owned a ladder.
She looked over at the armchair in the corner of the room. Perfect. She strode over and grabbed hold of it, dragging it in front of the window. Darn thing was heavier than it looked. Grabbing a blue crayon, she started the top of the picture. She was so busy concentrating, she didn’t even notice the door to her room opening.
“Ari! What do you think you are doing!”
She jumped, wobbling on the chair and probably would have fallen, had Bain not grabbed her by the waist and set her on her feet.
“Daddy! You frightened me!”
“I frightened you! What did you think you were doing standing on that chair?”
“I had to get up higher. My picture needed a sky.” She thought it was pretty obvious why she’d been on the chair.
“What if you’d fallen? You could have hurt yourself.”
The only risk of falling was when he’d given her a fright. But she decided it was best not to say that.
“Daddy, I wouldn’t have fallen. And even if I did, it wasn’t like I was high up in the air. I wouldn’t have hurt myself.”
“You don’t know that. You could have broken your arm or leg. You could have hit your head. Furniture is not to be climbed on. You should have waited for me. I would have gotten a ladder and supervised you while you stood on it.”
“I don’t need supervision.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, little bit. You obviously need more supervision than you’ve been getting.”
“Daddy, you’re over-reacting.”
He crossed his arms over his chest and glowered down at her. Uh-oh. She bit her lower lip. “You got that look, Daddy.”
“What look?”
“That look like you gonna start scolding, but I think I was already scolded enough. When you look like that, you reminds me of Shrek.”
His eyes widened. Hmm. Okay, maybe she should have thought about what she was saying before she blurted that all out.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, he was all grumpy and blustery on the outside. But on the inside, he was all squishy. Like you.”
“I’m squishy?” He ran a hand over his face before letting out a bark of laughter. Then he surprised her by dragging her against him.
She leaned back and grinned at him. “Super squishy.”
“Just gets worse,” he muttered. Then his face grew stern. “No more getting up on furniture.”
“Fine.” She sighed.
She squealed as he leaned her over his left hip, his arm around her waist so she was bent over. He laid a series of smacks to her ass. They were hard and fast and over almost before she’d drawn breath to protest.
He stood her back up, his hands on her shoulders to hold her steady.
“What was that for?” she demanded.
“Just thought it seemed like something an ogre would do.” His eyes twinkled with humor and she groaned. “Now, enough crayons today, I think.”
“But Daddy, I’m not finished.”
“You can do something else for a while.” He picked up the chair and slid it back. “This chair is far too heavy for you to be moving.”
She resisted rolling her eyes at his overprotectiveness. Just.
“What can I do now?” She looked out the window with a sigh. “I wish we could go to the playground.”
“What’s your favorite thing to do at the playground?”
“Swings, of course.” Wasn’t that everyone’s favorite?
> He slipped his arms around her from behind. “One day you’ll be able to go play on the swings. Just not at the moment with this guy still out there.”
She sighed. “What if we never know who it is?” That’s what truly scared her. That she’d always have to worry about this threat hanging over her.
“That’s not going to happen. I know we don’t have any real leads. But he’ll slip up.”
“Maybe he’s disappeared. Maybe seeing you guys around me scared him off,” she said hopefully.
“Perhaps. Things will be easier at Sanctuary. You’ll be able to have more freedom to move around. No one will get to you there.”
She pulled back so she could look up at him. “Who called you?”
“Oh, I’ve got someone doing some work at the cabin.”
“What?”
He tapped her nose. “You’ll see, nosy.”
A knock at the door had her turning. Bain walked over and opened it. Dominic said something to him quietly that had her man turning towards her with a frown on his face. “Dominic said your sister is here. She wants to talk to you.”
She rubbed her forehead. “Oh. That’s just awesome.” She guessed she should have known that someone would turn up when she’d ignored them all day. She’d just hoped they would give her more time. “I guess I’ll go talk to her.”
She gave Dominic a small smile.
“I’ll have her wait in your office, sweetheart,” he told her warmly.
“Thank you.”
Bain drew her into his arms, squeezing her tight. “I’ll come talk to her with you.”
“No. Thank you, but I’ve got to deal with my family at some stage.” She did let him hold her for a while, though. Gabrielle could just wait. Finally, she drew back and took a deep breath.
Time to put on her big girl panties.
When she walked into the office, her sister was sitting behind her desk.
“Gaby?”
“It’s Gabrielle, not Gaby.”
“Right. Sorry.”
“Surprised you agreed to see me. Did you need permission from your new boyfriend?”
“What are you talking about? Of course, I don’t need to get permission from Bain. Why would I?”
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