Indulging in Irene

by D. L. Raver

  “Irelyn, will you see Zolt out? I have some things I simply must attend to as well,” Emme said and smiled at me. “It was a pleasure. I hope you’ll come again.”

  “I will. Thank you for having me to your lovely home.”

  Like her husband, she nodded, and walk out of the room, leaving me alone with Irelyn.

  When her mother was out of earshot, Irelyn grabbed my jacket off the chair and thrust it at me.

  “Come on. I want to show you something.”

  Once again, I found myself dragging Zolt somewhere. This time it was out of my house to his car.

  “Irelyn, what the hell? Where are we going? You don’t even have shoes on.”

  I glanced down at my feet and laughed. I hadn’t worn shoes all night. It had been my screw you to Marcus who had a thing about bare feet.

  Fucking asshole.

  “To the pool house,” I said, hoping my voice wouldn’t shake, and hoping Zolt wouldn’t turn me down.

  Zolt came around and opened my door for me. “I don’t think this is a good idea. Why am I driving to your pool house?”

  “It’s the best idea I’ve had all day. And you’re driving around to the back of the house so Marcus won’t see your car when he leaves.”

  “Irelyn,” Zolt said, his voice low and admonishing.

  “Please.”

  He closed his eyes and drew in a breath. “Get in.”

  We drove around to the back of the house where the maintenance people entered the property. I climbed out of the car, found the lockbox, and punched in the code. With the key in hand, I opened the back gate, and then walked around to the unlocked pool house.

  Zolt silently followed me, and I figured once I got him in the pool house, he was all mine.

  My blood raced wildly through my veins as I opened the door and walked inside. I switched on the light and locked the door.

  “Irelyn, what are you doing?” Zolt asked.

  I swallowed and tried to calm my nerves. The entire night had me on edge. Several times, I actually thought about stabbing Marcus with my butter knife. I was so fucking sick of him.

  “I hate him. Really hate him,” I said, my voice quavering.

  “I know you do. I saw it in your reaction to him. I’m pretty sure I hate him too. But that doesn’t change anything, Irelyn. I told you what I want.”

  “I know. And you’re right. You are. But…”

  “But what?” Zolt’s crystalline-blues captured my gaze, and I could see the desire I knew he tried hard to deny.

  I took a tentative step closer to him. “After last night, all I can think about is us. I need to know.”

  “What is it you need to know?” I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed.

  “Need to know how good it will be between us. I know this isn’t fair to ask; you’ve made your position clear, and I should respect that. But he scares me, and I need to know you really want me.”

  “Irelyn, you know I do,” he said and took a step back.

  “You saw how he treats me as if I’m his pet or something. I can’t stand to have him touch me. It’s different with you. I want your hands on me. I need your hands on me.” In a moment of bravery or stupidity, I lifted my maxi-dress and pulled it up and over my head, dropping it on the floor.

  “Fuck, Irelyn,” Zolt said as he stared at my naked body with his mouth hanging open.

  My eyes dropped to the fly of his pants and the now unmistakable growing bulge.

  “Irelyn, I don’t want our first time to be a quick fuck. I want time with you and that rocking body of yours. Don’t you think Marcus will come looking for you? Or your father? The last thing either of us need is for Jacob Wilkes to find us in flagrante delicto.”

  “Marcus and Daddy will be occupied for a while. We both know they’re talking about Black Swan, and that conversation won’t be a short one. Besides, they won’t look out here. Please, Zolt. I don’t care if it’s fast. I need this. I need you.”

  I took the final steps that kept us apart and rubbed my palm over his growing erection. “Tell me you don’t want this.”

  “Irelyn!! Fuck! You know I do.” He raked his hands through his hair, and I could tell he was rethinking his stance. Before I could argue my point further, he was on me. Bad leg or not, the man had moves.

  His mouth collided with mine, hungry and needy. Like that, all his apprehension left his body as his lust took over.

  As we kissed, I freed his erection from his pants and was surprised to find that Zolt went commando. I bit back a tiny giggle, not wanting to break the moment.

  Zolt moaned as I stroked his hard length. I knew he was big, but the thought of having him in me was a little daunting.

  Marcus was nothing compared to this beautiful man before me, and he didn’t care about me and my pleasure. I was pretty sure he didn’t even know where my clit was.

  I stopped my attentions and focused on divesting Zolt of the rest of his clothing. He toed off his shoes as I unbuttoned his black shirt. During dinner, all I could think about was how I loved the way his shirt hugged his muscular chest, and how much I wanted to rip it off him, letting those little buttons fly.

  “I don’t have a condom. I wasn’t expecting this,” he said, taking off his socks.

  “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean. Just went to the doctor.”

  He nodded. “Me too.”

  Then, Zolt hesitated, and I could see second thoughts play over his face.

  “I don’t belong to him,” I said.

  He took me by the shoulders and walked me back until he had me against the wall. He took my arms and raised them over my head, trapping my wrists with his hands.

  Fire burned in his eyes as he crashed his lips on mine. His kiss said all the things he wasn’t.

  He needed me.

  He wanted me.

  He wanted to possess me.

  But I wasn’t his.

  Or was I?

  I slowed the kiss, softly sucking his lips until I felt him relax.

  He dropped my arms and sighed in resignation, and my hands strayed over his chest, following the bumps and ripples of his muscles.

  “Take this fucking thing off your neck,” he growled as he reached behind my neck, unhooking Marcus’s choker, letting it fall to the floor.

  I hadn’t told him Marcus had given it to me, but he must have known.

  Taking my hand, he led me to the wicker chaise lounge, and I laid down as Zolt stood in front of me, gazing at my nakedness while he stroked his hard cock.

  I sucked in my bottom lip as I watched him. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, a man taking himself in hand. The moisture between my thighs spread, making me dripping wet with want.

  “You are so fucking beautiful,” Zolt said as he lowered himself on me.

  I opened my legs to him, expecting him to take me, but he didn’t. Though we didn’t have all the time in the world, Zolt was going to tease this out as much as possible.

  His mouth sealed over mine, and our tongues glided together, licking, sucking, and tasting. This man could kiss like no other, and I wondered if it was possible to orgasm from kissing alone.

  Goose flesh erupted all over my body as we connected, skin to skin. His hard body was the perfect juxtaposition to my softer one. When his thumb brushed over my nipple, a heat wave traveled down my body and landed between my legs. With my nipple peaked, he took it in his mouth, laving it with the tip of his tongue.

  “Oh, that feels so good,” I moaned.

  Zolt looked up at me with an expression of pure sexual satisfaction. He posed his body over mine, perfectly aligning us with the head of his cock pressed at my entrance, taunting but not entering.

  “Are you sure, Irelyn? Because I’m ready to fuck you.”

  “Yes, please.” I tilted my hips, letting him know I couldn’t wait. “Zolt, please fuck me.”

  “Keep your eyes open, Irelyn. I want to see them as I make you come.”

  Zolt took my hand and entw
ined his fingers with mine as he slid into me in a slow, tortuous motion. We stayed that way for an eternity—or a minute—enjoying the way it felt to be claimed by the other. The full feeling he left me with was both emotional and physical. I was glad to take a beat and be in the moment. This man, whom I’d once fantasized would take my virginity, was inside of me. We were having sex for the first time.

  If this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up.

  “Fuck! You are so wet and tight.” He kissed me hard and started to move.

  God, it felt beyond good. Like I’d suspected, our bodies fit together perfectly, moved together perfectly.

  “Lift your knees,” he panted.

  I did, and we both groaned as the level of penetration deepened, hitting places in me I didn’t know existed. It didn’t take long before I skirted the edge and the golden tension began to build, starting low in my tummy and moving throughout my body.

  Zolt took my leg and threw it over his shoulder, kissing the inside of my thigh. I cried out from the pleasure of being totally possessed by this gorgeous man. Now I knew why Rachael walked around with a stupid grin on her face after a weekend with Cory. I had no idea it would feel so good. What I did with Marcus was a joke.

  “Arch your back, baby---yeah, just like that. Fuck that feels good!” Our breaths quickened as his pace quickened, and he kissed me again with wild fervor.

  “Zolt, I’m so close. Fuck me harder. Faster,” I said and scraped my nails down his back.

  He obliged, picking up his pace. A jolt of pleasure ripped through me as he hit that spot in me long ignored. He slid his hand between us, and his thumb found my aching clit. With firm pressure, he rubbed circles over it, taking me to the very edge, and then pushing me over.

  Loudly, I shattered apart beneath him as I screamed his name over and over. For the first time in my life, I orgasmed with a man inside me. That it was Zolt, made it so much sweeter.

  “Fuck, Irelyn. Fuck!” He thrust a few more times, and shuddered as he came. The perfect o his lips made as he released inside me was as sexy as watching him stroke himself.

  Zolt dropped his head to my chest and brought down my leg. Through his ragged breaths, he gently nuzzled my breasts, working his way up my neck, my jaw, and finally my mouth. He kissed me so sweetly that my heart melted. Our union had been hard, fast sex, but the crazy connection between us made it so much more.

  Zolt’s intense gaze pinned my own. Our entire story passed wordlessly between us. It was almost too much, and I tried to turn my head to look away, but he held my face still.

  “Don’t look away, Irelyn,” he said in a raspy voice. “That was fucking amazing.”

  I nodded my head, unable to speak.

  “That was just the beginning for us. Each time, it will only get better. I promise. But you have to end it with him.”

  “I will.”

  Tears welled in my eyes, and I tried to blink them away. I knew now that I was done with Marcus and the lie I had been living. I’d gotten the strength I needed from Zolt to end a relationship that should have never started in the first place. After tonight, I couldn’t, and wouldn’t, go back.

  Zolt looked at me and I saw the concern in his eyes. “We can’t go back now, Irelyn, and I won’t do this on the sneak. Like I said before, I don’t share what belongs to me. Are you mine, Irelyn?”

  The hopeful tone of his voice, and the pleading gleam in his eyes, nearly undid me.

  “Yes,” I said through the knot in my throat. “I’m yours, Zolt. Since that day, I have been yours.”

  “Irelyn.” His intonation caressed my name as his hand caressed my face. What passed between us at that moment altered both our lives. Declaring myself his may have been premature given the newness of our relationship and the predicament I remained in, but I really did feel that way. We both seemed to understand that tonight we’d crossed a bridge. What waited for us on the other side, neither of us knew. Now, I knew for sure that I was falling hard for Zolten Hamil.

  “Tomorrow,” I whispered. “Tomorrow, I’ll be free.”

  I drove down the road about a mile before pulling the Viper over. Closing my eyes, I rested my forehead on the steering wheel and let myself come down. My emotions whirled between reveling in finally being with Irelyn, and feeling like a spineless jellyfish of a man for giving in.

  How could I not? The look on her face as she stood naked before me, telling me how much she wanted me, and how she needed me to give her the strength to leave him, there was no way I could deny her. Not when we both wanted it.

  The images of Irelyn under me bombarded my mind, and my body reacted. All I could think about was the way she tasted and the way her tits were the perfect handful. Shit, we were just perfect. Even though it had been hard and fast, it had also been emotional in a way I’d never experienced.

  I was in trouble—knee-deep in the weeds. If she didn’t leave Marcus, what the fuck would I do? I had stayed away from her for this very reason. Leaving her last night at Suede had been tortuous. That held nothing to how hard leaving tonight had been. Knowing she’d have to deal with him made me want to go crazy.

  “I’m yours, Zolt. Since that day, I’ve been yours.”

  God, I couldn’t believe she said that to me and the effect those words had.

  I was in uncharted territory. Since Candace, my girlfriend at the time of the injury, I’d made a point to keep sex and emotions separate. Not just separate, but on two different hemispheres. The way I felt for Irelyn scared the shit out of me. I needed clarity, and I needed something more to bring me down.

  I pulled the Viper on the road and went home, driving at speeds that would probably have me thrown into jail if caught.

  I didn’t care. The Viper, I could control. The V10 engine roaring to life gave me a sense of power I was lacking everywhere else. It felt freeing to drive her the way she was meant to be driven.

  When I arrived at home, I grabbed my bong and headed for the pool. I put the bong by the hot tub and stripped off my clothes, and dove into the pool. For over an hour, I swam lap after lap until my muscles and my leg ached to the point of exhaustion. Then, I moved to the hot tub, smoked a few bowls, and tried to push the events of the night out of my head. Well, most of the events. Being inside of Irelyn wasn’t something I’d soon forget.

  Nothing quieted my mind. All I could see was the way Marcus looked at Irelyn, touched her, and basically treated her like a possession and not the beautiful woman she was. Why her parents couldn’t see it, pissed me off. But I saw it clear as day, and I would do everything in my power to get her away from him.

  With the pot calming me, I methodically thought about Marcus—what he’d said, and what he hadn’t said. The way he’d looked at my leg just before closing the door to Jacob’s study flashed in my mind, and I sat up straight. That meant something. My sixth sense confirmed it. I wondered if T-bone had information that would confirm my instincts.

  I got out of the hot tub and went into the bedroom. I was exhausted—emotionally and physically spent.

  I climbed into bed and was about to turn off the light when my phone buzzed with an incoming text.

  Irelyn: Hi. Did you get home okay?

  I smiled at Irelyn’s message and responded.

  Me: I did. Everything all right?

  Irelyn: Um, Marcus left after talking to Daddy so I didn’t have to see him. Did I tell you how amazing being with you was?

  Me: No, but I kind of figured that out by the way your eyes rolled back in your head as you came.

  Irelyn: :) I’m blushing.

  Me: Why? Watching you come is hot. Seriously, Irelyn, are you still planning to tell him tomorrow?

  Irelyn: Yes. I’ve arranged for lunch at his favorite restaurant. Daddy and Mom will be on their way to Quebec and won’t be able to interfere. Marcus won’t make a scene in the restaurant. Sloan will drive me and wait until I’m done. I honestly don’t expect it to take more than fifteen minutes.

  I let out the breath I
hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Irelyn had thought this out. She had a plan. A nervous excitement shot through me. Tomorrow would be our beginning. I couldn’t fucking wait.

  Me: I’m planning to work from home tomorrow. If you need me, call. When you’re done, please come to my house.

  Irelyn: Okay. Going to sleep now. You wore me out. :) Sweet dreams, Zolt.

  Me: Night, Irelyn.

  Irelyn: XOXO

  I quickly tapped out a message to Hannah telling her to buy groceries for the weekend, listing what few things I knew Irelyn liked. It may be premature on my part to think we’d be spending the weekend together, but I wanted to be prepared. I had a good feeling about tomorrow.

  Again, I set the phone on the night table and reached for the light, when my phone rang. I picked it up, surprised and nervous that T-bone would call so late.

  “Hey, T. What’s up?”

  “Are you sitting, Z man?”

  “Uh, I’m in bed, so I’m basically lying down. Why?”

  Shit. This wasn’t good.

  “I have some news about Marcus Xavier that, well, is fucking insane,” T-bone said gruffly.

  “And?”

  “The dude is running a sex club, a BDSM club to be exact. I’m fairly certain he has the parties at the O’Shea ranch property.”

  I sat up in bed and almost dropped the phone. “O’Shea? That’s Irelyn’s mother’s maiden name. Are you fucking kidding me?”

  “Nope. Dead serious,” T-bone said.

  “BDSM? Are you sure?” My mouth dropped open, and I stared ahead disbelieving what T-bone had said.

  “As sure as I am that you’re going to owe me a shitload of Benjamin Franklin’s when all is said and done.”

  An image of the necklace that Irelyn had worn since Marcus returned flashed in my head.

  A collar. He fucking collared her!

  “Zolt, you there man?” T-bone said impatiently.

  “Yeah. Sorry. I was just thinking about something. T-bone, I think he collared Irelyn.”

  Though BDSM wasn’t my scene—other than the occasionally dabbling in a little bondage—I knew a collar when I saw one, and I knew what it meant to be collared. Xavier wasn’t playing by the rules. Irelyn hadn’t consented to this.