by Dani René
“What are you doing?” I question, watching his lips move along my skin causing goosebumps to rise all over my body.
“Loving you.”
Two words have my heart leaping into my throat. He continues his worship of my body with his mouth, licking, kissing, and stroking. He doesn’t touch my pussy. He focuses on my breasts, my stomach. His tongue dips into my belly button, making me giggle.
“You know, you never went away,” he utters, his mouth at my ear once more. The heat of his breath fanning over my skin. “No matter how much I drank, who I took to those rooms.” His whisper is pained. With his thumb, he swipes away my tears. The emotion that trickles down my cheeks for the man I love. “You were always there even when you walked away, Peyton. For years, I was closed off, shut away from the world before me. I spent my time in the dark, hidden behind walls I put up,” he whispers, confesses, as if I’m here to offer him salvation.
I cup his face in my hands, reveling in the soft smattering of stubble on his prominent jaw. Chiseled to perfection. He stares at me, meeting my eyes with those gentle golden orbs that see my soul. I open my mouth to speak, but his finger presses my lips, ordering me wordlessly to be quiet.
“I’ve never allowed anyone inside, and you burrowed your way into my heart,” he continues. His voice is low, husky, and ragged. “I never fucked anyone after you. I jerked off watching them.”
I wince at his confession, but this is what I wanted. Honesty.
“They were merely toys. Nothing ever filled the void you left. I was half a man for so long, when you walked into my life, I finally felt whole. Losing you was the worst thing I’d been through after Rory.” This time he drops his gaze, resting it on our entwined hands. The emotion that hangs so heavy between us is stifling.
“Carrick, you don’t have to—”
“You make me whole, Peyton. You are my other half. There’s nothing I can say to prove it more than--” he lifts his gaze to mine. It burns into me. It scorches me with emotion. It ignites yearning throughout my body. “I love you, and I will do all I can, for the rest of my life, to ensure you believe that you are made for me.”
My eyes flit over his, then his face, mouth, neck. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. He’s nervous. I lift my stare back to his. Golden pools of honey shimmering with . . . fear? He’s afraid. I broke him by walking away, and in the process, I broke myself too.
“I didn’t want to love you. I’d convinced myself that it was never in the cards for me. But you, you’ve changed my mind. As much as I wanted to push, you pulled. And now I’m the one pulling,” he tells me earnestly. “Let me pull, Peyton. Please?”
A man who held onto control all this time has finally cracked, and I’m the cause of it. My heart lurches with agony when I realize he really does love me.
“It’s time I told you why I ran,” I utter, my throat raspy, burning with emotion. The lump in my throat thickens, choking me with the truth of what I’d learned. “You scared me. Not what happened between us, but more the idea of what you’d done. I judged you when I had no right to,” Peyton says as she settles beside me on the sofa. Her body is trembling, but it’s not pleasure on her face, it’s fear.
“You know you can tell me anything,” he assures me, taking my hand in his larger one.
“My ex-fiancé, Michael, was working with the mafia in New York. I knew but ignored it. I . . .” I sigh sadly. His brows furrow in confusion, but I continue with my confession. “I let him be because my father wanted us together. It was only when I turned eighteen that I found out what my father really did.”
His golden eyes pierce mine. He looks into my soul and implores me to believe he’s not the same. I see it. And I do. It’s as if he can read my mind.
“Being a loan shark for the mob was his undercover job. The one he never wanted us to know about, but . . .” I trail off. My tone is sad yet frustrated. “I figured it out. I walked in on a meeting he was having, and Michael, being his right-hand man, escorted me out. That was the first time I saw his true colors. The man I was in love with.” I glance at Carrick as I tell him, but I can tell he’s not angry. There’s not even and inkling of jealousy on his handsome face because he must know without a doubt I am his. “He was a liar, just like my father.”
“I’m not him.” Once again, he assures me, and I nod.
“I know. I was scared, because that night, Michael and I went out, and two men grabbed me. They . . . they would’ve hurt me because of who Michael worked for and what he was to the mob.”
I shake my head sadly. His eyes shimmer as they regard me. He doesn’t interrupt me, for which I’m grateful. I want to get this out as easily as possible.
He takes my other hand in his, drawing my attention to his face as he places a kiss on my knuckles. “I’m out of that life, and Callan will be staying here in Chicago to ensure we’re safe. My brother is my lifeline, and he’ll be yours too.”
“The man I was engaged to for years was working for a criminal organization, and I didn’t want that life. My heart aches for a family. For kids. Raising them in a house with violence as a norm is not what I envisioned for myself, but then you came along and made me love you.”
He smiles. His hands grip mine painfully, but I don’t flinch. I want to feel. It’s the pain that makes everything real. It ensures I’m still alive.
“I ran from you, but when I saw what it was like living without you, I knew I couldn’t do it.”
“Peyton, I’m not that man anymore. I’ve walked away from that life, and my family knows it. Callan and Cayleigh are here to see me. Not to take me back to that life.”
“I know. Callan came to see me,” I tell him. He doesn’t seem shocked, and I wonder if he asked his brother to talk to me. I smile when I recall what Callan said. “I know what you need. I spoke to Oliver about the lifestyle, and he explained it to me.”
“What do you mean?”
Sighing, I drop to my knees, needing to do this the right way. I meet his gaze. “You need the control, and I need the submission. I want to please you. It’s like an ache deep inside me, like my soul wants to see you happy. It craves the words good girl from you. No one else. When I was with Oliver, he told me that I can attempt to be with another man, but I’ll never feel the satisfaction I did with you because I love you.”
“Peyton—”
“You see, Sir. I’d already given you all of me. Even when I wasn’t with you, I was still yours. Nothing could’ve changed that. I find my strength as a woman in my submission to you.”
I smile. I offer him my happiest fucking megawatt grin, and I know without a doubt I’m ready to marry him right now.
“I know. I saw it the moment you kneeled for me in my office all those weeks ago. It may not be a long time that we’ve been together. But I feel you, Kitten,” he coos, pressing three fingers to my chest. “Here.”
I swallow past the lump of emotion in my throat. “And I feel you here,” I respond, mimicking his action with one of my own. He smiles then. It’s bright, beautiful, and makes his face light up. His eyes flicker as if a light has been turned on behind them.
He lifts me in his arms, allowing me to wrap my legs around his waist. “I want to make love to you, then I want to fuck you. When I’m done, you’ll not be able to walk, talk, or even feel anything other than my dick inside your body.”
I smile at his words. If only he knew how much he was inside me even when he wasn’t even near me. “Is that all, Sir?” I purr like a kitten in his ear causing a shudder to travel over his body.
“And don’t you ever run away from me again.”
“Why?” I sass. "You going to stalk me?”
“I’ll do so much more than that. Remember, Kitten, I have rope, cuffs, and many other implements to keep you here.” I glance at him, and I know for a fact he’s not joking, but I know he’ll do anything for me.
“All I need is you.” I tell him honestly. And in this moment, I know I’m finally home.
He d
oesn’t respond. He places me on the bed, spreads my legs, and rips my panties from my hips. The bite of pain from the material stings, but I revel in it. He kneels between my legs. His tongue lashes my pussy in long licks. I’m mewling in seconds, but he doesn’t relent. His fingers dip and delve into me.
Glancing down, I meet his stare and smile. He’s beautiful, even when all I see are those hungry eyes between my legs. He’s mouth latches on, suckling my core like I’m his sustenance. I cry out. My fingers tangle in his unruly hair, pulling him closer. My back arches as pleasure erupts through me.
His fingers dip into my core, pumping in and out. He finger-fucks me with abandon. He’s gentle yet rough, commanding, yet loving. My body is his to use as he pleases, and right now, he’s sending me right to the edge of desire.
My stomach tightens, coils like a serpent ready to attack. His teeth graze my clit. His tongue darts into me along with two, then three fingers as I cry out his name again and again. I’m pleading, begging, crying. Tears stream down my face as I crash into nothing. My toes curl, my pussy pulsing wildly around his digits, and I gush my release on his tongue.
And like Carrick always does, he laps me up like I’m his special treat.
23
Carrick
It’s so quiet I can hear Peyton’s soft breaths. She’s sleeping, and I’m sitting here watching her in awe that this woman is mine. I’m planning to get her a collar as soon as possible. She needs to know that I’m not losing her again. I’m done watching her leave. It’s time she stayed.
My heart started beating with Aurora, and I thought it died with her. With Peyton, she showed me that a ghost can’t take a life. Peyton gave me her heart in place of mine I’d lost, and in the process, I found myself.
I’ve given her everything. She’s all I will ever want. Soon, I want to see her pregnant with my children. I want to keep her locked up in my house while she gives me babies. It sounds so caveman. But it’s true. To see her bearing my children would be a dream come true.
I want a football team. Smiling at my thoughts, I push off the bed and head into the living room. The sun is just peeking through the blinds, and I know she’ll be up soon. In the kitchen, I ensure the coffee machine is on and ready to brew a pot of her favorite coffee.
The scent is heavenly when it begins to drip steadily. I watch it for a moment, lost in the hypnotic movement, I recall the confession she offered me about her own past.
This woman walked into my life one night and never left. Even those moments without her, she was never gone. She’d burrowed her way into my soul. When I didn’t notice, she had ingrained herself inside me and there’s no way of ever getting her out.
Not that I’d want to.
I don’t hear her, she’s barefoot, but I feel her.
“You’re up early,” she says, forcing me to turn around and devour her with my eyes. She’s dressed in my white dress shirt and nothing else. Her nipples are hard beneath the material, and I’m sure her pretty pussy is wet and needy.
“I wanted to make sure you had coffee as soon as you woke up.” She smiles. Her face is angelic, but the look in her eyes is mischievous. My naughty little kitten.
“Thank you. I have so much to do today. Chance is moving to Chicago, so I need to make some space in my apartment.”
“No.”
“Huh?” She frowns, regarding me with confusion.
“Chance can have your apartment. You’ll be living here,” I tell her. There’s no way she’s denying me that. I want her close to me. Every damn day. And I’m not taking no for an answer. If I have to move her in myself and tie her down until she accepts it, I’ll do so.
“You . . . you want me to move in here?” she questions, her big green eyes wide with shock, but she needn’t feel that, because I want her here all the time. Every damn day.
“Why wouldn’t I?” I stalk toward her. Gripping her hips, I pull her to me. Her body molds to mine, flush with my own. “I want to wake up and see you. I want to go to sleep at night holding you. I want to live and breathe you, Peyton Moore.”
Her delicate little hands land on my chest. Her pouty lips crack into a smile, happiness beaming from her like a beacon. My fucking lighthouse. I lift her against me, needing to feel her. Nothing like early morning sex to make my day even better.
When I pin her between the kitchen wall and my body, my fingers trail over her core. I was right -- she doesn’t have panties on, and she’s drenched with slick arousal.
“Always so wet for me.”
“Always.” Her face moves closer to mine, her lips seeking mine for a kiss, but I shake my head. Her face drops into a frown.
“I won't kiss you, Kitten, because that’s not who we are. It’s not what we do. But, I will make love to and fuck your perfect, pretty mouth with my own,” I tell her, whispering the words over her lips. “I want our lips to mold to each other. Our tongues will dance to music only they two can hear.”
She whimpers when I show her what I mean. My tongue fucks into her mouth as my cock slips into her cunt. The tight heat of her walls bears down on my cock, eliciting a growl from me.
I pull back and slam deep inside her body as if I’m part of her. “I’ll use your mouth for my pleasure and yours, Kitten. Our tongues will caress each other. It will be as if two lovers are having an affair so elicit it’s almost violent.”
“Aren’t you the poet, Sir?” She giggles, and I plunge my cock inside her again and again. Her head drops back, her nails raking over the base of my neck, my shoulders. She’s being slammed into the wall by my thrusts, but she’s whimpering like she’s about to come. Her pussy pulses around me, attempting to milk my cock for all it’s worth.
“I want you as mine, Peyton,” I coo in her ear, holding her on the edge of an orgasm that will surely have her passing out. Her lips are parted in a soft moan. “For the rest of my life, I’ll make love to you gently as if a butterfly’s wings are touching your flesh. But I’ll also fuck you hard and fast, until you’re battered, bruised, and bitten with me written on your skin like a poem. Like the lyrics of your favorite song.”
“Carrick, please. Oh, god,” she begs as my fingers find the tight ring of muscle I’m dying to fuck as well. I tease her ass, dipping my finger into her. She’s clawing at me now. Needing her orgasm, but I don’t grant it.
“If you come, I’ll hurt you, Kitten.” She attempts to nod, but she can’t. She’s delirious with need. My body moves inside hers with slow thrusts. I love edging her. Big green eyes shimmer with tears. “Cry for me,” I tell her.
I continue torturing her with my dick. She blinks. Her salty emotion spills down her cheeks, and I lap them up like a feral animal.
“And when I’ve finished using your body like it’s my fuck-toy for pleasure, you’ll be so wrung out on the ecstasy I’ll bestow on your beautiful body, confusion will settle in your mind. You’ll wonder if you need to listen to the angel or the devil that sits on either shoulder. Either guiding you to your redemption . . . or sin.”
“Sir.”
“And I’ll be there waiting. It doesn’t matter which you choose.” My hips move slowly, sensually as I gently fuck her. My cock throbbing, the need to come is burning through me. “I’ll be there for you. I’ll be your redemption and your sin.”
She opens her eyes. “May I come, Sir?” Her question has my hips moving faster. “I need you.”
“Tell me, Kitten. Say the dirty words I know you love to say.”
“Fuck me, Sir. Make me scream your name.” I obey her. I give her what she needs. My fingers pump into her ass while my cock owns her cunt. Her arousal drips down my shaft as I piston into her. “Fuck, yes,” she mumbles. Her body convulsing as I feel her walls tighten.
“Give it all to me, Peyton. Give me everything.”
She does. Her orgasm strikes a match inside me as her body milks me. I empty my seed inside her, hoping with all I am that I’ve given her a baby.
The silence hangs around us. She doesn’t m
ove. Her head is on my shoulder. Her body limp as her legs fall down, and I know I’ve worn her out. My cock softens and slips from her. I walk us into the bathroom. Setting her on the counter, I take her in as she smiles when I look into her forest green eyes. They’re darker here. Perhaps it’s the light.
“You trying to kill me, Sir?” she sasses me playfully, and I can’t help chuckling. That was one of the most intense moments of my life. The words I gave her, the way I took her, it was more than a fuck, it was more than making love. I fed her my soul, and her body accepted it willingly.
“I’d never do that. Just wanted to see how much you can take, Kitten.” I wink. Grabbing a cloth, I wet it with warm water and clean her up. We should shower, but all I want to do is lie with her in my arms while the high of our orgasms subside.
“Those words. What you said . . .”
“It’s true, Peyton. I’ll be your sin. I’ll be anything you want me to be. But I’ll always ensure you’re safe.” She smiles. I lift her bridal-style and head into the bedroom again. Setting her down, I slip under the covers behind her and pull her against me.
“I love you, Sir.”
“I love you too, Kitten.”
24
Peyton
When I woke up this morning, all I found was a note left on my pillow. He was gone before I opened my eyes, but when I took the note and sat in the kitchen, drinking the coffee he’d specially brewed knowing I’d wake up and want a mug, I read it with a smile on my face.
Kitten,
Wear the red silk dress. The one with a low back. No panties. Pink butt plug.
Your hair is to be pinned up, with strands framing your neck and face.
The jewelry you’re to wear is in the vanity, a black suede box.
Here’s the address.
Sir
The long dress shimmers in the faded yellow light of the ballroom. Everything is draped in diamonds and gold. The room itself is opulent, with chandeliers that hang low from the high ceilings. There are cream curtains framing the windows and patio doors.
