"Just kidding, babe," he said archly. "I can't wait. I need to be inside that pretty little pussy right now."
He unfastened the button and eased the zipper down. Then he pushed his boxer briefs down and pulled out his cock. It was just as beautiful as the rest of him, so huge and so fucking hard that the tip was an angry purple and leaking pre-cum. He gripped himself and took a few slow languid strokes up and down, spreading the clear fluid along his shaft. Then he produced a condom out of nowhere, and ripped it open before swiftly rolling it on over his impressive length. His left hand came down to rest on the small of my back as he stepped between my spread knees. The head of his cock rubbed through my folds and over my clit, making a keening noise slip from my lips.
"Watch me, Luisa," Scott demanded huskily. "Watch me slide inside you, fill you up, and take what's mine." He notched the head of his dick at my entrance and met my eyes in the mirror. "Watch."
He eased his hips forward, the crown of his cock breaching me so perfectly and slowly pushing inside. It was a tight fit, yes, but the bite of pain as my insides stretched to accommodate him was absolutely divine. I cried out with sweet bliss, having never felt so full before, so completely taken and owned by a man. It was almost as if my body was made for his, but that couldn't be right. He held my gaze as his eyes bled blue liquid fire. He looked glorious, lost in a haze of raw lust. I was mesmerized, and couldn't look away if I wanted to.
"Sweet fucking Christ," Scott snarled out as he continued pushing into me with slow precision so he wouldn't hurt me. "So goddamn fucking tight." He clenched his teeth together, tremors quaking through his body as he fought to control himself. "So. Fucking. Perfect."
Several moments passed as he carefully worked his way inside me, swearing under his breath all the while. When he finally reached the end of me, he stilled as my pussy pulsed around him, a precursor to the massive climax yet to come. I felt so full now that it skirted actual pain, and I was happy he was giving me a moment to adjust. I lay there breathlessly trying to hold it together until the pain finally ebbed, trickling away to be replaced by a rising tide of pleasure. Scott's eyes fluttered shut as his hands grabbed my hips in a tight bruising grip that I loved. He took a slow shuddering breath, and then another. I could tell he was on the edge of losing it, and was struggling to maintain control.
"Need more...need to feel you," he murmured, then reached up to shrug out of his suit jacket. He tossed it carelessly away and swiftly unbuttoned his shirt, then flung that aside as well. He leaned over me and pressed the front of his hard and muscular upper body against my back. He felt so warm and good against my skin. His hands glided caressingly up my arms to wrap around mine over the lip of the spanking bench and laced our fingers together. He spoke in a low growl next to my ear. "Hold on, babe."
He pulled his hips back, slowly dragging his cock almost all the way out of me. The delicious friction pulled a gasp out of me, and then he abruptly slammed back in again with a deep vicious growl. I wailed. Dear God, it felt so good, and I hadn't even had an orgasm yet. He slammed into me again, and it felt even better. I cried out louder.
"Good girl," Scott crooned next to my ear. He released my right hand and fisted the hair at the back of my head, turning my face toward his until his lips brushed mine, his harsh breaths feathering across my skin. "Take my cock, Luisa. Take every fucking inch."
He kissed me ferociously, brutishly, all lips and tongue and teeth. I didn't even care when I tasted blood. He gripped my hair even tighter, and pistoned into me again, this time angling his hips and hitting a new spot inside me that had me seeing stars and unable to catch my breath. He did it again and again and again, and on the next thrust I detonated, splintering apart in an instant into shards of sweet ecstasy. I sucked in a gasp and screamed, bright points of light flashing across my vision as my whole world became nothing but pleasure. I'd never in my life felt an orgasm like this. Never. And I'd never had one at all without some sort of clitoral stimulation to help me get there.
Before I could even wrap my mind around that startling revelation, Scott snarled out, "Fuck, yes. Again," through clenched teeth. He plowed into me again, jabbing my G-spot once more and obliterating all thought from my head as I came before the first one had even faded away. "Yes."
I barely registered his words before I was screaming out his name. My blood rushed in my ears as pleasure exploded out from my core.
"Not enough...more," he rasped out harshly.
Suddenly, Scott lifted his sweat-slicked chest from my back and pulled out of me. What? No. Then the world abruptly tilted as he flipped me onto my back. He snagged my hips roughly in his big hands and plunged back inside me. I instantly came again.
"Scott!" I shouted as the orgasm bowed my back and ripped me apart from the inside out. I wailed and writhed underneath him until I ran out of breath, and slumped boneless and spent on the red leather beneath me.
I opened my eyes to see Scott staring down intently at me as he slowed his strokes in and out of me, causing an aftershock to shudder and convulse through me. His eyes burned dark with lust and perspiration now plastered his hair to his forehead as an infuriating smirk of triumph pulled at one side of his sexy as sin mouth.
"You got one more in you, babe?" he asked, his voice tight with barely restrained control. "One more tribute for your king?"
"Bastardo arrogante," I somehow managed to hiss out at him with a sharp glare.
"You like me that way," he growled out. "Admit it, and I'll make you come again."
"No, I don't," I answered with a conviction that I didn't believe one damn bit. Apparently, neither did he.
"Liar," he accused as he narrowed his gaze, his thrusts slowing to a frustrating pace that wasn't even close to getting me to where I wanted to go. "Try again, Luisa." He angled his next few thrusts to nudge my G-spot, sending me up to teeter on the edge and holding me there.
I cried out fiercely in frustration, but he only chuckled.
"Tell your king what he wants to hear, and he'll give you what you want." He leaned down to touch his lips to mine. "You know you want to come on my cock again."
He kissed me then, and I mewled into his mouth as he wiped away any resistance I had left. By the time he pulled his lips from my tingling swollen ones, I thought I might die if I didn't come again and finally swallowed my pride.
"Yes, mi Rey," I cried out in pathetic desperation. "I do. I do. Please."
"Good girl," he crooned in smug approval as he grabbed my hips in a firm grip. "Now hold on tight."
I latched onto his biceps in a death grip just before he pulled out and slammed back home, jabbing his dick into my G-spot with unerring accuracy. He did it again and again, and on the next stroke my world ignited in blinding white light, the orgasm that swept through me like nothing I'd ever felt before as sweet fire streaked through my veins. Scott stilled as my insides spasmed and squeezed around his cock with my release, and he followed along with me this time.
I looked up into the mirrored ceiling in time to see him throw his head back and let out a loud animalistic roar of completion that filled the room. He was magnificent. I watched every muscle in his body tighten as he contorted and convulsed violently in the reflection above me, and I could feel heat flooding the condom as he came.
I somehow managed to meet his eyes when he finally looked at me, and I saw stunned incomprehension in them that probably matched my own as unbelievable pleasure still continued to shudder through us both. A moment later, he slumped down on me, his hard body slick against mine and his softening cock still buried deep inside me.
"What the fuck?" Scott gasped out in a stunned voice as his panting breaths tickled the sweat-dampened skin along my neck.
What the fuck indeed? It was my last coherent thought before I passed out.
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
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Scott
Ah, frustration. It had been my constant companion for the last twenty-four hours or s
o. Now I was enjoying it on two fronts. The first was the original sexual frustration I'd dealt with all day and would continue the rest of the night since Lu had to work and couldn't go to Désir Dangereux with me, which meant no sex. The second was because none of our suspects were at the club tonight...again.
I was currently sitting next to Pete at the wide desk in the club's bland and unassuming control room as we scanned the security feeds on the huge bank of video monitors that I'd installed myself. Sitting and watching for long periods of time was a part of my job as a P.I. that I could generally tolerate. I was usually patient and unperturbed, but now the low level of near constant arousal and the worry of disappointing Lu if we couldn't find the killer were getting to me. She was counting on me, and it was more than just wanting to catch the killer. The very idea of letting Lu down pained me. I had no idea why I cared so much about helping her. It was disconcerting.
What I did understand, was that I had the single most amazing and game-changing sexual experience of my life last night. It was absolutely incredible, and for the first time ever, sex with a woman had only whetted my appetite for more.
In the past, I always seemed to lose interest in a woman after we fucked, sometimes quickly after just one time, or others after a few days or weeks, if they were a good lay. I'd never fucked a woman and found myself wanting and craving more like this. I didn't understand it, but somehow Lu had changed everything the instant I sank deep inside her, even my feelings about BDSM. For the first time, the act of dominating a woman fed more than just my kinky side. It had fed the dark possessive caveman inside me that I didn't even know existed until her.
Luisa.
Just thinking her name made my chest tight and my dick start to swell for the umpteenth time today. I had to tamp down my libido with an effort of will because now was not the time. I was definitely going to have to rub one out when I got home later tonight, or I'd never fucking sleep.
After a brief yet heated kiss at Lu's car last night, that had left my lips tingling and my body burning for her, she'd left my place, and I'd been thinking about her near constantly ever since. Part of me wanted to invite her up to my penthouse for another romp in my bed. Part of me wanted to keep her there all night, so I could hold her. That had never happened before, and it freaked me the fuck out. What was going on with me?
I shook my head and let out a long sigh as I shifted in my desk chair, making the buttery black leather creak. I didn't even realize it, but I'd started jiggling my right leg under the desk. I was even tapping my fingernail on the desktop as I scanned the feeds with growing tension and irritation.
"You alright, mate?" Pete asked from my right in his deep and lilting English accent.
"Fine," I snapped out, stilling my leg and fisting my hands in my lap to stop my fidgeting.
Pete's eyes widened in surprise, and then he made an expression that somehow conveyed both annoyance and hurt feelings all at the same time. A twinge of guilt hit me. It wasn't like me to be a dick to people, unless they earned it, especially to Pete. Despite the man's intimidating physical size and the fact that he could handle himself in any situation, he was actually a sweet and sensitive guy. My only lame excuse was that my revelations about Lu were throwing me off today.
"Sorry," I said sheepishly as I threw an apologetic look his way. "I'm not feeling myself today."
"Not enough sleep last night?" he asked with a small knowing grin.
The bastard knew well and good how late I was up last night. He'd come knocking on the private room door well after closing time last night to roust Lu and me out of the room. After we fucked and she passed out, I'd cleaned her up and carried her to the bed because I wanted to hold her for a while. I don't know what possessed me to do it since I'd never been one to snuggle, but that's exactly what I did. I ended up lying there for a long time, drifting in and out of consciousness as she slept, her warm and curvy little body tucked safely in my arms. It had felt so good, so right, yet didn't make any fucking sense to me at all.
When I finally got home and crawled into my own bed with Sugar curled up purring on the pillow by my head, I was plagued by this disquieted feeling that something was missing as I tossed and turned the rest of the night. I'd been subsequently tired as hell all day.
I frowned at Pete with an annoyed glare and shook my head, which merely earned me a small yet deep chuckle that seemed to convey that he knew something I didn't. I refused to take the bait, and turned my attention back to the monitors. That was when a familiar man and woman caught my attention on the entryway video feed. It was Vinnie and his Mistress. I stifled a groan, hating yet another reminder of my past. At least tonight, he wouldn't be talking to me or looking at Lu like she was a piece of fresh meat. Jealous possessiveness hit me hard at the thought, and a small growl somehow managed to escape my mouth. Pete eyed me curiously at the unexpected noise I'd made.
"Who's that woman?" I asked as I pointed at the screen. I did not want to answer anymore questions about my out of character behavior today.
Pete studied the image for a moment with pursed lips. The man had a mind like a steel trap, and usually remembered the identity of every club member. "That's Elizabeth Nadasdy. She's a Domme here." If I didn't know that already, I'd have easily guessed it by the way she carried herself, confident and totally self-assured like most Dominants.
"Has she been a member here long?" I asked.
"Um...I think at least a year or so."
I nodded, wanting to ask how long she'd been with Vinnie, but not wanting to voice it out loud. I was too embarrassed to have to admit I'd once been friends with the guy.
"She's been bringing your friend in here for a few months now," Pete said with a sidelong glance at me.
So much for him not knowing that I knew Vinnie. I shouldn't have been surprised that Pete had seen my interaction with him last night. Pete rarely missed anything that happened in any of the clubs Calder and I owned. He was very good at his job after all. I didn't acknowledge his comment as I watched the couple walk into the main club room and move to a different monitor.
Elizabeth Nadasdy was just as striking as she was yesterday in a calf-length black leather dress tonight that fit her statuesque body like a second skin. Vinnie was in a fitted black suit with a red tie again. They went to the bar, and he immediately began chatting up a young woman in a blue baby doll teddy as he ordered some drinks. It was obvious that he was totally flirting with her, and right in front of his Domme too. I shook my head. I would never tolerate that from a sub. Hell, no.
"He does that all the time," Pete said, watching the same screen I was. "I think he does it because he wants to be punished."
Nadasdy must have noticed Vinnie's antics, because a moment later she was leading him away with brisk angry strides as he hurried to catch up.
"They almost always end up in one of the medieval torture rooms by the end of the night," Pete added with a glance at me
Yikes, not my gig. As a bit of sadist, I liked spanking, whipping, and using nipple clamps as much as the next Dom, but apparently Vinnie's Mistress was into the heavy shit. Knowing Vinnie, he was just as addicted to the endorphin high of subspace as much as the high of the drugs and booze. He'd always taken things to the extreme and ridden the edge when we used to party together. Frankly, I was kind of surprised that he hadn't died from an overdose by now.
Fuck, I could have become just like Vinnie if I hadn't pulled my head out of my ass and distanced myself from him, so I could clean up my act. I had Calder to thank for that. His true friendship when we met in rehab showed me that Vinnie had never really been my friend at all.
A light rap at the door behind me interrupted my musings. Pete and I turned in our chairs to see Calder opening the door and walking inside with a confident stride. Speak of the devil. His presence dominated the room as usual, and he was dressed in one of his typical designer suits, this one charcoal with a dark-blue silk tie. It gave me a choking sensation just looking at the damn noose around h
is neck. He stopped to stand between our chairs.
"Any luck?" he asked as he crossed his large muscular arms and eyed the monitors.
"Not a fucking bit," I grumbled out with a scowl, the frustration rising again at the thought of failing Lu, or worse, the next poor woman who might get hurt or killed.
Calder's sharp piercing gaze immediately landed on mine, his brows knitting together worriedly. "Could you give us a few minutes, Pete?" he asked politely, still studying me intently.
"Sure thing, Mr. Rennen," Pete answered deferentially with a brisk nod.
No matter how long they'd worked together, he still refused to call Calder by his first name even though I'd finally convinced him to call me by mine. I think it was because he respected and idolized Calder too much to bring himself to be so informal with my best friend, who was a hell of a business man and a great boss to all our employees. Pete rose to his considerable height and gave me a quick fist bump before walking out the door, closing it behind himself as he left.
Calder immediately took Pete's vacated chair and faced me. He leaned back in his seat and rubbed a thumb thoughtfully over his lips with an arched brow. I looked at him, willing my face not to give anything that I was feeling away, even though I knew it was hopeless. Calder and I had always had a knack for reading each other without having to say a word. Now was no different.
"You fucked her, didn't you?" he finally asked with a slight smirk.
"Yeah, so?" I said nonchalantly as I turned back to watch the monitors with a shrug. "I've fucked a lot of women." I could feel him studying me.
"You have feelings for her," he commented archly.
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