Wrong Number

by Lucian Bane

  Her stomach flipped, realizing it wasn’t what he’d instructed her to while glad he was distracted. Now he’d think she disobeyed on purpose and that meant….

  She pulled at the hem of her worn t-shirt, looking at him, deciding she needed to just come out with it. “I came out of the bath and heard voices. I saw and heard things that upset me, and I got dressed and realized I had nowhere to go. Then I decided to give you the benefit of the doubt and let you explain.”

  He eyed her with a look she wasn’t quite sure about, what it meant. “Ask,” he said.

  Ask? Didn’t she just explain? “Ask what?”

  “Ask what you want to know.”

  She forced herself to sit in the chair. “I thought I just did.”

  “I need to know what you’d like explained.”

  “Are you saying there’s nothing to explain? Just explain,” she said, or ordered.

  He lowered a grin, shaking his head. “I’m asking what you’d like to know.”

  “Everything there is to know.”

  He eyed her for several seconds. “Are you sure about that?”

  Pain hit her right in the chest, and she couldn’t keep her breath from blasting out. “I’m...very sure.” She was sure she should know but not sure she wanted to.

  “They’re from the service I mentioned to you that I used.”

  She stared at him, swallowing sickness. “And why were they here?” She wasn’t sorry for the cold bite in her tone. It was either that or stupid sobbing.

  “Because Lisa sent them.”

  “Why?” she cried, confused and pissed now.

  “Because she’s a bitch and she’s jealous and she wants to fuck up what I have with you.”

  She continued staring at him. “She… she grabbed you,” she forced out. “I saw!”

  “Then you also saw that I removed her hand.”

  She realized she’d stepped back, and he could be telling the truth. “So, you didn’t want them for…”

  “Of course not. I have you. I don’t want anybody else.”

  The simplicity of it rang impossible in her head. “You’re right, you have me, in a year-long contract to be your personal sex slave.” She stood, unable to sit any longer. “But two is better than one, those were your words, I believe.” She couldn’t bring herself to look at him and kept her eyes on his chest. “I’m not two, I’m one. One vagina, two tits, versus two vaginas and four tits.”

  “You’re way fucking more than a vagina and tits to me, Angel.”

  Pain stabbed her chest, the kind that wanted something to be true while everything in your logical mind screamed it wasn’t.

  She forced herself to look at him. “So, I just…suddenly fixed that? Now you suddenly think one is better than two?”

  He stared back at her. “No,” he said evenly, slowly moving toward her. He stopped when he got a foot from her and she had to look up. “I think you are better than any and all the women on the planet.”

  Her heart hammered with the emotion his words provoked in her. That…hope.

  He slid his thumb over her lower lip, the simple touch reducing her to trembling limbs. She watched helplessly as his mouth closed in. There was nothing to do, she was done, he’d won. His fingers took hold of her face, soft and careful as his mouth made slow love to hers, as if communicating without words what she meant to him. She was precious. She was delicate. She was something he didn’t want to break or mar or corrupt.

  But he’d already done all those things to her. Broke her, marred her, corrupted her. With himself. Did he know? Did he realize what he’d done to her? The extent? Did he have any clue that if he removed himself from her life, he’d take her heart and all that other stuff inside her with him?

  ****

  Lizzy suddenly gave a gasp and pressed her face against David’s chest, wrapping her arms around him tight. His chest pounded with heat and emotion at the feeling it gave him. He slowly closed one arm around her, holding her back tightly, while stroking her head. They stood that way for many seconds, silently communicating that everything else between them. He wanted to kill Lisa for doing that.

  So, she wanted to play dirty. He wasn’t the only one with vulnerabilities. She had plenty and he knew every single one and then some. He’d be sure and let her know that if she fucked with him one more time, she’d be sorry.

  At feeling the tremble in her body, he lowered and lifted her in his arms, needing to make it right. He lay her in his bed, and she pulled him down onto her and pushed him onto his back. He opened himself, giving her whatever she wanted and fuck, she wanted to suck him.

  David got up on his elbows, a hungry satisfaction filling him at watching her. She shoved his legs open wide and dove on his balls, capturing his cock in one hand, drawing a lusty hiss from him and an “Oh fuck, Angel, that’s fucking perfect,” whisper. He petted her head while pumping his hips, his cock into her mouth.

  She grunted and mewled, moving from his cock to his balls as though torn between which to devour more. The delicate moans while she sucked the head of his cock made him fucking unstable. Need boiled in his blood as pulled his legs open more for her.

  “Take it, Angel. It’s all fucking yours, only yours.”

  She answered by devouring his length in a single descent then pulling up with a tight suction, teeth raking him.

  “You fucking make me crazy,” he shot out, gripping her hair in his fist.

  She pulled up and his cock popped from her lips, as she relished in his control. He gripped her hair harder, pushing her back on his cock. The satisfied moan she gave him lit up his balls. She liked being forced, that much he knew. By him.

  He grabbed her head in both hands, moving her to the pace he wanted, growling when she pressed her finger on his ass. She fucking liked that too and fuck, so did he. There was something insanely arousing about it when she did it. His naughty angel doing things to him that drove him over the edge. That’s what she liked, what she craved. Then he’d fuck her like an animal. That’s what she wanted too, what she drove him to do. The best and worst of him. The controlled and uncontrolled him.

  “Angel,” he grit, as she fucked his ass as fast as she sucked him. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.” His growls overtook him as his orgasm surged. His head fell back onto the pillows, clenching his eyes tight, thrusting hard as she sucked even harder, drinking his essence down like it was the only and last drink on the planet.

  With his eyes still closed, he called her, needing her body all over his. “Come here.”

  She crawled up and lay fully on him, head on his chest. He wrapped his legs around her with a contented moan, pressing her head and body as close as he could. “Did…I do good?”

  At hearing she might be comparing herself to those women, he flipped her onto her back, capturing her face in his hands. “Did you do good?” he asked, filling her face and lips with soft kisses until she wore a huge smile.

  “I take that as a yes?”

  He held her jaw in his hand, holding it tight as he forced her to take a real kiss. He pulled up after ten seconds of fuck-sucking her tongue and stared at her. “You rock my fucking world every time. No woman has ever done what you do to me.”

  He grinned at her happy giggle, pecking at her cute mouth repeatedly. “Are you hungry? I’m fucking starving,” he realized. “Pretty sure it’s getting close to midnight.”

  She nodded with excited eyes. “I’ve been hungry for spaghetti.”

  David chuckled, stealing one more lingering kiss before getting up to feed his perfect Princess.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  “Are you kidding?” Lizzy said into the phone, unwrapping the curling iron from her hair.

  “No, I’m not. And she wants me to meet him. Tonight. She’s suddenly wanting to play like we’re a real family.”

  Lizzy put the iron down. “I’m just glad she’s got a boyfriend. Has she ever had one of those?”

  “Never. Not since she was sixteen.”

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p; “And you think this is legitimate?”

  “Is it bad I’m on my knees praying it is?”

  She gave a happy laugh. “I’m praying with you. She makes me nervous even though she’s been the kindest person in the world to me.”

  “Which is terrifying,” David muttered.

  “Aww,” she smiled. “I think if you and I are possible then her and a boyfriend is?”

  “I’m willing to suspend my pessimism for a couple of hours. If it’s legit, I’d like to hug the dude personally.”

  “I hope it is. Everybody deserves a chance at happiness.”

  “Spoken like my angel. So, change of plans on what you’re wearing tonight, obviously.”

  Her shoulders dropped a little. Part of her surprise was asking him if she could wear something different tonight. Something that went with her curls and fancy hairdo. Something she thought Mr. Raze would appreciate. “What do you want me to wear?”

  “Surprise me.”

  She smiled, back to happy as she leaned her hip against the vanity.

  “Speaking of. What’s my surprise?”

  She looked at herself in the mirror. “It’s…halfway done.”

  “Halfway,” he mused.

  The child-like curiosity in his sexy voice made her laugh.

  “It’s…not that huge, don’t think too hard. But…part of it was me getting permission to wear something different.”

  “Oh God,” he whispered, more curious than ever. “Fate smiles on you.”

  She grinned, really hoping she wasn’t overthinking it. “Oh wait…where are we going? I don’t’ want to overdress.”

  “Overdress,” he said, considering the unintended clue. “It’s semi-formal. I don’t think I bought you anything that wouldn’t work for where it is.”

  Her stomach flipped at that. “Soooo, is this our first real date?”

  “Mmm,” he said. “I think it is.”

  She smiled and pulled out the small vanity chair before the mirror, hurrying to finish her hair. “I might feel like a real Princess.”

  “What are you doing right now?”

  “Getting ready.”

  “Where?”

  “I’m in the bathroom, doing my hair, and then I’m putting makeup on because we’re going out.” She almost added a please, not wanting to go natural this time even though he loved her that way.

  “You don’t need makeup,” he said softly, making her smile.

  “Flattery will get you everywhere. Maybe just a little makeup?”

  “Very little. What are you wearing right now?”

  She looked down. “I’m wearing what you said to,” she said with a smile. “Don’t ask me to name what it is, I have no clue what that’s called.”

  “They call it a bustier.”

  “How do you even know this stuff,” she laughed, then remembered. “I forget your job, never mind.”

  “You have the garter on?”

  “Yes. And the stockings. And the heels.”

  “How do you look?”

  “Well…amazing. Duh,” she half joked.

  He didn’t laugh and the idea that he was aroused made heat flash through her body.

  “Stand up and look at yourself in the mirror.”

  She put the iron down and stood, amazed with how quickly he could put her near orgasm. “I’m looking,” she said softly, eying her reflection with a goofy smile.

  “Put your elbows on the vanity.”

  Her heart pounded in excitement with his game. He always had some sexual game. “I’m nose to nose with myself in the mirror now, Mr. Raze. What else would you like?”

  “I would like you to close your eyes and think of me.”

  She closed her eyes with a sigh, smiling with the phone to her ear. “Now what?” she asked, waiting eagerly.

  “Open them.”

  She did and gasped at finding him in the mirror behind her, staring at her ass with a look on his face that stole her breath.

  “Do not move,” he ordered.

  She watched him and sucked in a breath when he slid his fingers softly over her naked pussy. Her breath shot out in a cry at the sudden shove of his fingers deep inside her. “Open your legs, Angel.”

  She walked her feet apart and he reached around, swirling a finger over her clit. “I’m giving you an orgasm for being such a good girl. Would you like that?”

  “Yes Sir,” she shuddered.

  He slid both hands along her head now, stroking her hair with his fingers and gathering it in a ponytail in one hand. She whimpered at what was coming, loving when he pulled her hair while fucking. He dipped his thumb in her pussy then moved it to her ass, pushing into the tight opening.

  “Mr. Raze,” she gasped, eyeing him in the mirror as he pulled her head back. “Can you please…fuck me?”

  He stared at her for many seconds, his expression like stone as he shoved his fingers in her pussy now, fucking her until her juices ran down her legs.

  “My orgasm or yours,” he offered finally.

  “Yours,” she gasped, not needing to think about it.

  Keeping tight hold of her hair, he undid his belt, the sound of the buckle bringing her whimpered “Yes, yes.”

  “You like making my cock come, Angel?” he asked, lifting her right leg and placing her knee on the vanity. The heels put her at the perfect height for the position and she had to wonder if he knew that.

  “Yes, more than anything,” she whispered, watching him in the mirror as he placed the head of his cock at her opening. “Jack!” she shot out at the first thrust of his cock to the absolute bottom of her. He pulled her head back more and sucked the side of her face while his other hand bit into her hip.

  “Look at me,” he ordered.

  His rough, winded words spoke to her clit and she gazed at him in the mirror. He pulled his cock out and shoved back, watching her mouth fly open with unstoppable cries. His gaze moved down to her ass as he drew out again, his brows together with hissing groan. “You’re fucking glistening on my cock.”

  “Fuck me,” she begged on a whisper, eyeing him in the mirror. His gaze found hers as he slammed his cock in.

  “David!” she shot out, forgetting the name rule. She moaned and plead with her eyes that she was sorry.

  “You want it, Angel?”

  “Yes,” she nodded. “Yes Sir. Yes Sir.” The last yes sir came with a shriek as he began hammering into her impossibly fast. She braced a hand on the mirror, fighting to see his handsome face, brutal as he watched hers.

  “Rub your clit,” he said through clenched teeth, watching his cock now. “I want you to fucking come when I do.”

  The tension in his words said he was ten seconds from that. Her fingers flew over her clit and he suddenly slowed with a harsh groan followed with huge breaths. “That’s it, make it fucking boil for me, baby. I’m waiting for you.”

  He moved his cock in and out in slow strokes now. It was perfect, so perfect. She was lost in the bliss, her eyes closed, mouth wider than ever as the heat came to a rapid boil.

  “Oh baby, do it,” he whispered, rolling her nipple in his fingers.

  “David! I’m…” She opened her eyes with furrowed brows. “I’m coming!”

  “Do it,” he shuddered, watching her face again as he returned to hammering. Her body locked up and her orgasm came in a jolting, steady scream.

  Baring his teeth, David slid his arm under her leg, lifting it higher before releasing her hair and locking his other arm over her chest in a tight embrace. Staring down into her upturned face, he returned to fucking her. The new position had her latching a hand to his neck as his embrace turned crushing, his vicious thrusts lifting her off the floor as he fucked her to pieces again. And then he came, and kissed her with the same brutal passion that he fucked her with. Oh God, oh God. Heaven. Pure heaven.

  As his thrusts slowed, his hold gradually loosened at her chest. She remained with eyes closed as his kisses turned soft with sexy, astonished groans pouring into her
mouth and mind and heart.

  He slowly lowered her leg and the second he loosened his arm a little more, her legs buckled. “Angel,” he whispered, latching his arm back around her and pulling her close. He helped her sit on the vanity and leaned in, giving her more tender kisses around his winded breaths.

  “I love coming back home to you,” he murmured at her mouth.

  Her heart jerked at those impossible words and she wrapped her legs around his hips. “I love being home when you come to me. Um.”

  He chuckled at her mouth, kissing her still. “I love that you can’t think after I fuck you.”

  She stroked her fingers through his silky hair, feeling boneless. “I love that you fuck me after I think.”

  He gave her a full out laugh before scooping her off the vanity onto his waist. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, pressing her face into his as he walked with her to the bedroom. “What time is our date?” she asked.

  “At 8:00,” he said, tossing her onto the bed.

  She eyed him with a grin, laying on her side watching him finish undressing. “I have to do my hair. Which was your surprise, by the way. Now, it’s kind of ruined.”

  “You were curling it?” he wondered, seeming mildly amused.

  She nodded as he headed naked to the bathroom. “I like your butt,” she called.

  “You know I like your hair down and straight,” he called back, ignoring her.

  “It was going to be pretty when I was done.”

  “I have no doubt of that,” she heard him say as the shower turned on. She looked at the clock on his desk. They had an hour and a half. She could still pull off the surprise if he let her. The dress she had in mind wasn’t one he’d bought her, it was one she’d bought online and had it delivered there.

  ****

  “God you look too fucking good in that,” David complained again, glancing at Lizzy. The black dress was sinfully decadent. It fit her like a glove, and he was already possessed with jealousy knowing the eyes that would be undressing her.

  “Glad you like it.”

  “I fucking hate it,” he assured, watching her smile and blush. “And you like that,” his cock noted with a punishing jerk.