by S. M. Shade
“You could say that. I had infiltrated a group of human traffickers and just when we got close, they went dark. I lost them. I needed to walk away for a while.”
“And you walked right into my drama.”
“I want to be here, sweetheart. You shouldn’t be doing this alone.” Sweetheart. I’ve noticed when he’s being serious, he calls me sweetheart instead of sweets. I’m not sure which I like better.
“I have to go back to work in a few days and it terrifies me. I’ve offered to take a leave of absence, move back here until…until she doesn’t need me anymore, but Mom won’t hear of it.”
His soft lips find my forehead. “So, you’ll keep in touch and come back when she needs you to.”
“Thank you. For everything.”
“No thanks needed. Now that I’ve had one of your blowjobs, I’d marry you in a second.”
Laughing, I get to my feet. “I’d better wash my face so we can act like a happy couple.”
Mom and her friends keep shooting us mushy looks until we decide to go inside and leave them to it. The only one who hasn’t commented is Doug. He approaches us as we’re curled up on the couch, watching a movie.
“Congratulations,” he says, not really looking at us. “Do you have a date in mind?”
“No, it was…unexpected,” I reply.
With a nod, he heads back down to his basement.
“Something tells me he isn’t thrilled,” Justus says. “Do you think maybe he’s suspicious?”
“No, I think he’s probably never been laid and misery loves company.”
Mom comes in after saying goodbye to her friends and pauses in front of us. “I’m just so happy for you,” she says, tearing up.
“Mom, don’t cry!” God, I’m a terrible person.
She kisses me on the cheek and heads off to bed.
“I’m a horrible daughter,” I sigh, and Justus pulls me back into his arms.
“No, the circumstances are horrible and you’re doing the best you can.”
“Take me upstairs and fuck my brains out until I forget.”
I’ve never seen a man get to his feet so fast.
Chapter Six
Justus
The next few days pass with little drama. We spend time with Amber, and I spend a day stuck with Doug while Sadie takes her mom out to a movie and dinner. It actually isn’t too bad since he has the new Halo game. I’m not a bad gamer, but he kicks my ass. I shouldn’t be surprised since he spends hours a day on these games.
“I never had a chance,” I laugh.
“Dude, I bet Sade kicks your ass, too.”
“She plays video games?”
His look is suspicious. “Yeah, at least she used to. She’s really good. Used to kick my ass on Call of Duty all the time.”
Hmm. I wouldn’t have pegged Sadist as a gamer. I’m saved from the rest of the conversation by Sadie’s voice calling down the stairs. “We’re back. I brought you guys a pizza.”
“Your sister’s a keeper,” I tell Doug as we head upstairs.
“My team will all be on tonight for Battlefield. You should come down and check it out.”
“Sure.”
Yeah. Not going to happen. I have plans for Sadie tonight after her mother is in bed.
“Hey, pretty ladies,” I greet them as they stand in the kitchen. “Did you have a good time?”
Amber beams at her daughter. She looks better today, with some color in her cheeks. “It was lovely. I’m going to soak in a hot tub and hit the sack early. I want to make you two a good breakfast before you go.”
Sadie plants a kiss on her cheek before Amber heads off to her room. “Awesome, pepperoni,” Doug exclaims, grabbing a piece of pizza.
I follow suit and lean against the counter to eat it. “So, Doug says you have mad video game skills.”
“You know I’m good with my hands,” she quips, and Doug groans.
Grabbing another piece of pizza, he disappears back downstairs.
“So, how was your day?” Sadie asks.
“Not bad, but it’s about to get better when I get you upstairs.”
“Oh yeah? You have a little something in mind?” Her grin makes my cock throb in my jeans.
“I wouldn’t call it little.”
Her hand lands on my pants, palming my cock. “Mmm…neither would I. I’m going to shower. Eat fast.”
She squeals as I smack her ass on her way out of the room.
I move fast to set up a few things while she’s in the shower, pulling the little surprise I bought at the novelty store out from under the bed.
Tearing it open, my smile widens at the thought of her reaction. Faux fur lined handcuffs, a length of silk wrapped rope, a blindfold, lube, and the one she won’t see coming until it’s too late, a small butt plug. Yeah, I haven’t forgotten her little trick at the spa. My ass was sore for two days.
I’m going to make her come until she loses her mind, but I’m also getting payback. One sore ass for another.
As she walks out of the bathroom in only a pair of panties, I grab her from behind and pull her back against my chest, slipping the blindfold over her eyes. “What are you doing?” she giggles, reaching to take it off.
“Teaching you a little lesson about who is in charge.”
“Then shouldn’t you be the one wearing a blindfold?”
“Very funny. We’ll see how bossy you are after I’m done with you.” There’s not a damn thing about Sadie that’s submissive. She’s independent, forward, and that mouth of hers is a force to be reckoned with. Which is exactly why I want to pull her out of her comfort zone and show her how good it can feel to let someone else take control. Plus, I want to have her naked and at my mercy.
She giggles as I carry her across the room and deposit her on the bed, but the laughter quickly stops when I lock the cuffs around her wrists. After checking to make sure they aren’t too tight, I raise her arms above her head and tie them to the scrolled iron headboard.
“Justus.” There’s a hint of fear in her voice.
Covering her body with mine, I plant a soft kiss on her mouth. “You’re all right. Do you trust me?”
“I-I know you won’t hurt me. Why? Are we bringing a safe word into this?” she jokes, trying to act unaffected.
“Nope. This isn’t one of your mommy porn books. Just say no and I’ll stop. I’ll completely understand if you can’t take it.”
Her jaw tightens and I have to restrain a grin. I’ve issued a challenge and there’s no way her stubborn little self will back down. “Can’t take it? Please,” she scoffs. “That little thing?”
Chuckling, I nibble the edge of her ear. “Now isn’t the best time to talk shit, babe. I can do whatever I want to you.”
Her chest rises and falls faster as I peel off her panties. All I want to do is fuck her into next week, but I don’t want to rush this. She’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, lying there bared to me, licking her plump lips nervously, completely at my mercy.
“You have to keep quiet unless you want your family walking in on this.”
“Did you lock the door?” she asks, frantic.
“Yes, now relax.” She groans as I cover her nipple with my mouth, sucking on it until it’s stiff beneath my tongue. I give the other the same attention before sitting back and staring down at her.
After a moment of silence, she squirms. “Where did you go?”
Silently, I slip down to the edge of the bed. “Justus?” she whispers, confusion in her voice.
That’s when I plunge my tongue between her legs and go to town. “Keep those legs spread,” I growl. “Or I’ll tie them up too.”
“Oh god…oh fuck…yes…more.” My arms wrap around her thighs, holding her in place while my tongue brings her to a shattering orgasm. The feel of her pulsing under my tongue damn near makes me come in my shorts, but I don’t stop.
The way she bucks and twists, trying to escape me makes me chuckle. “Justus, I can’t…please.”
Ignoring her pleas, I hold her in place and suck her clit hard and fast until her whole body shakes with another orgasm. “Looks like you can,” I tease, delivering a few long slow licks I know are torturous. “Beg all you want, Sweets. I’m nowhere near finished with you.”
“Fuck, that was amazing,” she says. “Now let me go so I can ride your cock.”
Laughing, I flip her over and slide two pillows under her hips, taking a second to admire her ass in the air. She twists when I swat it, and struggles against the cuffs. “See, you still don’t get it. You aren’t in control here. If you want something, you have to ask for it. Ask for my cock.”
“Go fuck yourself!”
Sliding my cock between her legs, I grin when she pushes back against me. “Really? You want me to fuck myself? Not you? I could, I suppose.”
“Justus!”
“Yes? No need to shout. I’m all ears.” She groans as I barely slip the tip inside before pulling it out again. “Something you want?”
While she’s cursing me, I put a few drops of lube on my fingers and the butt plug. “Just fuck me already!”
“Now, see, that sounded like an order, not a request.” She gasps as my finger slips between her cheeks and into her little hole with no warning.
“I-I don’t…oh god,” she babbles when I work it in and out. We’ve never talked about anal, and I don’t know if she’s into it or not, but that’s not exactly where I’m headed anyway. My fingers continue to work between her legs while I remove the one from her ass and grab the plug, pressing it against her.
“You aren’t fucking me in the ass!” she says, twisting away.
“Nope. Not tonight, anyway. I just have a small present for you.” There’s a hiss followed by a groan as I slip the small plug inside her.
Pressing my finger against the plug, I thrust my cock all the way inside of her and fuck her like I’m never going to get another chance. God, the way her slick, hot walls grip me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Fucking perfect. She buries her face in a pillow to dull the squeals and moans, but I feel the second she comes, and I join her, clenching my jaw so I won’t make any noise. Because, fuck, this woman just about blew the top of my skull off.
I lie on her, my chest sticking to her back while we catch our breath. “Uncuff me,” she demands, just as there’s a knock at the door.
“Justus…we’re online on Battelfield. You coming?” Doug asks from the hallway.
“Already did,” I mumble, and Sadie giggles.
“I should tell him no face-to-face.”
“Justus!” Sadie shrieks as I jump off the bed. “Don’t you dare!”
Oh yeah, payback time. I’d never let her brother see her naked, much less tied up and blindfolded with a plug stuck in her ass, but I’m going to freak her out.
She tries like crazy to turn over when she hears the lock of the door click. “Justus! What the fuck!”
Trying not to laugh, I open the door less than an inch. All Doug can see is my eyeball. “Sorry, man. As you can see, I’m a little busy with your sister.”
Confusion furrows his brow because he can’t see anything, but he replies, “Uh…yeah. See you later.”
Sadie is cursing me with every foul word she knows. Did she just call me a shit stain? Returning to her, I whip off her blindfold. “Now, Sweets. Name calling can be hurtful, you know.”
“Uncuff me!”
“Not until you promise not to harm my balls.”
“I’m going to rip them off! My brother…you…” She struggles, and I’m worried the cuffs will start marking her wrists, so I let her in on the truth.
Laughing, I lean down and kiss her cheek. “I opened the door a crack and it’s facing away from you. He didn’t see anything.”
Her body relaxes. “Really?”
“Of course. Nobody gets to see you naked but me.”
“Uncuff me and get that thing out of my ass.”
Stretching out beside her, I smile into her glare. “Sure, which one would you like me to do first?”
“Justus!”
Sliding down her body, I slowly remove the plug and she curses. “That’s going to be sore.”
“For about two days in my personal experience.”
Her eyes widen and she laughs. “Fine. We’re even. Uncuff me.”
I still guard my nuts for a moment when I let her go, but she just shakes her head at me and heads for the bathroom. “This isn’t over!”
“Far from it. Next time it’ll be my cock!” I call, and I hear her giggle as she turns on the shower.
We wake the next morning to a breakfast of biscuits and gravy, eggs, and bacon. “Sade, I’m sorry, but I might have to marry your mother instead.” I sit back and pat my overly full stomach.
Amber shakes her head and smiles at me. “Sadie is a good cook, too. But, if I were twenty years younger…”
“Mom!” Sadie laughs, putting our plates in the dishwasher.
The rest of the morning passes quickly and after a tear filled departure, we’re on our way back to Indianapolis. “So, when do you want to announce our engagement to our friends?” I ask Sadie as she plays with the radio.
Her eyebrow climbs her forehead. “You realize we aren’t really engaged, right? Shit. We should’ve stopped by the mall before we left town so you could return the ring.”
“No way. That ring will keep other guys away from you. Never take it off.”
“I’m not pretending to be engaged at home,” she laughs.
“Fine. Hold onto it anyway. Your mom might visit or something.” She doesn’t point out that will never happen, and I decide to change the subject. “You’re squirming a little over there. Need a donut pillow?”
She tries to look pissed but a small smile peeks through. Fucking adorable. “When it comes to telling our friends, I’m sure they already know. I told Ayda we were sleeping together.”
“Couldn’t wait to spread the word, huh? I don’t blame you.” As if he could hear us, Dare rings my phone.
“Hey, asshole, what’s up? And keep in mind you’re on speaker and Sadist’s in the car.”
“Yeah, I heard she finally settled. What did you do? Roofie her?”
“Hi, Dare,” Sadie calls.
“Sadie, if he’s keeping you prisoner, say Pop Tart.”
She giggles. “Don’t worry, I have him under control.”
Dare turns his attention back to me. “Listen Lovely Locks, you’re due back tomorrow, right?”
“Tomorrow night, yeah.”
“Well, meet me at ISH when you get in town. We have a development.”
“Same ring?”
“Appears to be.” Thank fuck. I thought we lost them. This ring of human traffickers has been in the city for almost two years that we know of.
“I’ll be there.”
The phone clicks as he disconnects the call. The bastard never says goodbye.
“I guess I need to get back to work,” I remark.
“What about stripping?”
“You mean exotic dancing? That’s only three nights a week. Thursday through Saturday.” I flash a grin in her direction. “You aren’t going to be jealous, are you?”
Crossing her legs, she stares out the window. “Of course not. I don’t get jealous. I have to get back to work, too, you know.”
“But we have one more night.” I grab her hand. “Alone at a hotel where I can make you scream all I want.”
“Promises, promises,” she replies, hiding a smile.
I swear I’ll never get enough of this woman.
* * * *
It’s late when we make it back to Indy. When I drop her off, Sadie kisses me, and we make plans to meet the next evening after work, assuming I’m not at ISH too late.
There’s a smile on my face that nothing can wipe off, and it takes the guys a whole two seconds to notice it when I walk in ISH’s headquarters.
“Oh hell, another one bites the dust,” Jeremy groans.
Tucker chuckles, but doesn’t comment. I swear the guy is so quiet he wouldn’t say shit if he had a mouthful.
“Ayda and Zoe have plans to castrate you if you screw over Sadie,” Landon warns, a smile on his face.
“I’ll thank you all to mind your own business and stay out of my sex life,” I reply, dropping down in front of my computer.
They all crack up. “You have regaled us for years with the play by play of every bar slut you brought home. Now, you’re shy?” Dare laughs.
“Sadie’s different. She wants more than just my dick. All women ever want is to be able to say they nailed a stripper. She doesn’t seem to care what I do or how I look.” I shrug, knowing I’ll never hear the end of this.
“Obviously not since it took you damn near a year to get her to agree,” Dare says.
“I had to convince her with my winning personality. That’s probably hard for you to understand.”
“Holy shit it is the real thing,” Jeremy says, his face horror stricken. “Say it isn’t so. I haven’t lost another wing man.”
“You’re on your own, at least until you wise up and claim Frannie before it’s too late.”
Jeremy turns to Tucker. “You’re my last hope. Want to hit the bar this weekend?”
Tucker shakes his head and takes a drink of his beer. “Nope. Not into bar sluts.”
“But bar sluts know all the best moves!”
Finally, the subject moves from sex to our next job. “So, you’ve located the Northside ring again?”
“We have, and since you’re the one who got in good with them last time, it’s up to you.”
“I’m on it.”
Chapter Seven
Sadie
A few days after we return, Zoe invites me to her brother Ethan’s eighteenth birthday party. It’s the first time Justus and I have been with the group as a couple and the taunts begin as soon as we walk in.
“Oh, Sadie! Did you actually agree to date the crazy stripper?” Zoe calls, and everyone laughs.
“I really thought she’d make him work for it a little longer,” Ayda adds, winking at me.
