Molly's Man (Haven, Texas Book 4)

by Laylah Roberts

  She nodded. The guilt ate at her for a moment. But he didn’t mean serious things like the shit she had going on. Not for a temporary relationship. In fact, she was kind of surprised he was taking this so seriously.

  Who am I kidding? This is Jake. He takes everything seriously.

  “All right,” she agreed.

  “And if you get into trouble, it will be my hand heating your ass.” He looked deeply satisfied at the thought, and she barely resisted rolling her eyes. Luckily, she’d enjoyed the spanking. At his hands, not with that other Dom. Was Jake right? Had she come here expecting to control everything?

  Yeah. Maybe.

  It did kind of sound like her.

  “Next rule. Communication. I need more than just ‘I’m fine’ from you. That isn’t a permitted reply from you when I ask you a question. So be prepared to give full answers. Which leads to the next rule. Honesty. We can’t do this without honesty and trust. All right? They’re both connected.”

  She nodded.

  “Good. Those are the big ones. The last thing I want to make clear is that you will use your safeword if you need to. I am not a mind reader. Yes, I will push your boundaries sometimes. But I never want you to feel like you did earlier, understand? So, if something truly scares you or makes you extremely uncomfortable then you will use it.”

  “Doesn’t everything stop if I use my safe word?”

  “Where did you get that idea from?”

  “I dunno.” She glanced away.

  He grasped her chin, turning her head back. “I asked you a question. I want an honest answer.”

  She huffed out a breath. “From some of the books I read. Some of the Doms told the subs that if they used their safe word then it was all over. They wouldn’t play with them anymore. They’d walk away.” Her stomach clenched at the thought.

  “So they gave them a safeword and then made it a punishment to use it?” He looked perplexed by that. “I think I better have a look at what you’re reading. I may need to filter out the crap.”

  “Censorship?”

  “Education. You have a safeword for a reason. If you use it, we’ll stop and talk things through. But I will not walk away.”

  The knot in her stomach unraveled. “I can’t believe someone didn’t go through all this when you got here. I’m going to kill Saxon.”

  Yeah, she wasn’t feeling overly generous towards him either.

  “We’ll cover any others as they arise.” He ran his thumb across her lower lip. “That’s enough rules for the moment. “You took your discipline very well, kitten. Open up for me.”

  She opened her mouth, and he pressed his thumb inside. Funny, it didn’t seem a very erotic action, and yet her clit throbbed, sending pleasure radiating through her abdomen.

  “Suck.” His eyes darkened as he stared at her. With his other hand, he reached down and rubbed her clit. Back and forth, causing a groan to escape her lips.

  “Like that, do you? Keep sucking. You stop, I stop.”

  She sure as hell didn’t want him to stop. She was so goddamn close to coming. So, she continued to suck on his thumb, whimpers slipped from her as he lazily flicked at her clit with his thumb. She wanted faster. Harder. Without thought, she tongued his thumb, imagining it was his cock.

  His eyes flared, and he swallowed heavily. He wasn’t unaffected by her, and it was a heady feeling. He moved his thumb harder. Faster. Her body tightened then released. She let out a cry, which she quickly managed to stifle. They weren’t exactly in a private place, although the booth was dark and there was plenty of noise from the dungeon beyond to drown out her cries of pleasure.

  Jake pulled her down into a kiss. She’d expected something hard and hot. Instead he simply brushed his lips against hers. Once. Twice. She grabbed hold of his neck, pressing herself against him. Even though her orgasm still pulsed through her body, she was greedy; she wanted more. She licked his lips, trying to coax him into opening them. When he grabbed her wrists and pulled them behind her back, she tried to fight her way free.

  “Jake,” she moaned.

  “Stay still. You’re very undisciplined. It’s going to take me a while to teach you how to properly obey.”

  And even then, she doubted she’d ever follow the rules entirely. He gave her an assessing look, as though he was having the same thought.

  “You’re going to give me a lot of trouble, aren’t you?”

  “Is that a bad thing?” She held her breath. She knew how he felt about controlling everything around him. Would he decide she was too much work?

  He gave her a grin. “Not my ass that’s going to be paying the price.”

  She smiled. “It could be. If you ever feel like swinging that way.”

  He snorted. “That won’t ever happen.”

  “Aw, too bad. I thought I’d look good wielding a whip.”

  “A whip? Do you think you can just pick one up and automatically know what to do? Kitten, you are never going to be allowed near a whip. I’ve seen you trip over air. A whip would be way too dangerous in your hands. For you and everyone around you.”

  She wasn’t that clumsy. Well, she hadn’t been until she’d moved here. She kind of wondered if it was because she was in such a rush to do as much as she possibly could.

  She pretended to pout. “Fine. But I still think I’d make a sexy Domme.”

  “You are incredibly sexy. But you are no Domme.” He grabbed hold of her butt cheeks.

  “Offer me your nipples.”

  She’d never done anything like this before. But as she cupped her breasts and offered them to him, she started to regret not being more adventurous. Taking more damn risks, working less and playing more.

  You’re here now.

  He reached down and took her right nipple into his mouth. As he sucked, her whole body clenched tightly. He moved to the other nipple, repeating the action, groaning.

  “Damn, you have the prettiest breasts. Now when I look at you all I’ll remember is these lush beauties hiding beneath your clothes. I’ve got half a mind to never let you wear a bra again.”

  “I’d get behind that if I didn’t want my boobs ending up down at my waist.”

  He scraped his teeth gently over one nipple, and she groaned. It was almost too much. Too intense.

  “You’re incredibly sensitive, aren’t you?”

  “Yesss,” she hissed out.

  “Going to have to ease you into wearing nipple clamps.”

  Yeah, she wasn’t so sure about that. But she wasn’t going to protest right now. Not with him teasing and playing with her nipples. Not with the way her body was heating and gearing up for another orgasm. Usually after she came once she was done for the night. But there was no way her body was stopping at just one tonight.

  “Press them together.”

  She whimpered as he brought both of her nipples into his warm, wet mouth, sucking strongly.

  “Oh hell, oh hell,” she muttered to herself.

  He ran his hands back up her thighs, spreading her pussy lips. “Lean back. Place your hands on my knees to steady yourself. I want to look at your pussy.”

  Head reeling with anticipation and nerves, she leaned back.

  “Further,” he directed. “I want to see all of you. Now look at that plump pussy. Damn, maybe I should have kept the lights on high.”

  She was damn glad he hadn’t. But she didn’t say that. He’d probably take it as her disparaging her body. But there was no need to show him everything at once.

  He ran a finger over her lower lips. “So wet and warm. Do you need my cock inside you, kitten? Do you want to feel me pressing into you inch by inch, taking you, stretching you?”

  “Is the grass fucking green?”

  He paused then chuckled. “You are definitely one of a kind.”

  “Not everyone likes that,” she told him, tensing as she remembered Richard often despairing of the fact she never made enough of an effort to fit in. To be normal.

  Fuck normal. Normal
was overrated. This wasn’t considered normal and this was amazing.

  So fuck normal and fuck Richard. Well, actually, the last thing she wanted was to fuck his sad ass. She’d heard he’d found some pretty little accountant to settle down with. She wished him a very boring, normal life. Huh, she wondered if that came in a card?

  Dear Dick, wishing you a boring, normal life. Your kinky, former girlfriend.

  Jeez, if there wasn’t a card like that there really should be.

  “Not everyone eats ketchup on their fries either. People can be weird and stupid and ignorant.”

  She shook her head, smiling at him. “Not everyone likes ketchup on their fries? Really?”

  “I know it’s hard to believe. Some people actually like mayonnaise.” He whispered it as though it were a dirty secret. She laughed as she knew he’d meant her to.

  “Don’t tell me you’re one of those mayonnaise loving fry eaters?” He gave her a horrified look.

  “I’m a ketchup girl. Scout’s honor.” She held up two fingers.

  “That’s the peace sign,” he told her.

  “That’s because I was never a scout. They kicked me out.”

  “You got kicked out of scouts?”

  “Uh-huh. Apparently, I didn’t follow the rules.”

  “I find that hard to believe,” he said sarcastically.

  “Actually, I was usually a pretty good kid. But I did like to do my own thing. I went home in tears and told my mom what happened, and she grabbed her purse, marched me down there and ripped into the scout leader who’d sent me away. In the end, that old bat begged me to join.”

  “You told her no?”

  “Oh, no, I joined. But after I discovered how much time I had to spend outdoors, cooking and hiking and . . . ick; it wasn’t for me. I like my creature comforts.”

  He laughed quietly.

  “I bet you were a boy scout.”

  “Oh, baby, you bet I was.” He pulled his finger up to his mouth and sucked on it. Her gaze was riveted on his lips. Did he like the taste of her or was he grossed out?

  “I knew you’d be sweet.”

  “That’s a good thing?” she asked breathlessly.

  “It’s a very good thing. Do you like having your partner go down on you?”

  She thought she’d probably talked more about sex in the last hour than she had in her whole life. “Not really. At least, not in the past.” But then all Richard had done was complain about it, so she’d given up that part of their sex life. It wasn’t much fun when someone viewed it as a chore.

  “You’re going to love it now. Because there’s no way I’m not going to have my tongue inside you. I’m going to lick and taste and play with you until you scream. Until you come hard around my tongue. And then I’ll make you come again.”

  “You say the sweetest things.”

  He pressed his finger deep inside her, and she clenched down around him. It wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough.

  “How long has it been?”

  She was almost too embarrassed to tell him. “Two years.”

  “Do you have a vibrator? Do you use it to make yourself come?”

  “Yes, it’s a Hello Kitty one.”

  “What?” He paused with two fingers pushed deep inside her. “It’s a what?”

  “It’s a Hello Kitty vibrator. You know what Hello Kitty is, right?”

  “Yes, I just . . . they make vibrators?”

  “Yes, I thought it was pretty funny. Pussy . . . kitty . . . please can you move your fingers, Sir?”

  He rubbed his thumb around her clit, almost absentmindedly, but the effect on her body was instantaneous. She found herself on the edge once more. Was she really going to have another orgasm?

  As his thumb moved faster she figured she was.

  “I’m going to need to see this vibrator.”

  “Sure. You can see it. Play with it. Use it. I don’t care. Just, please, Sir.”

  His gaze moved back to hers. “Please what, kitten?”

  “Please, will you make me come again?”

  “Since you asked so prettily, I think I will. But you’re going to come around my cock this time.”

  Her breath hitched. “We’re leaving?” She didn’t want to go. She didn’t want to walk through the dungeon with her clit on fire and her pussy throbbing.

  “Why would we have to leave?”

  No. He wasn’t . . . he wouldn’t . . .

  “Undo my jeans and pull my cock out.”

  It seemed he would. And as she reached for the button of his jeans it seemed that she was going to let him. Let him? Ha, who was she kidding? She wasn’t in charge. Although, he would stop if she used her safeword. He would never force her. She trusted him, and that made all the difference.

  She carefully undid the buttons on his jeans, and he lifted up, taking her with him in a show of strength that sent butterflies through her stomach, so she could tug his pants down over his ass. He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

  For the first time she cursed the soft lighting in there that cast so much into shadow and made it hard for her to see him. But from what she could see, and feel, he was huge. Thick and long and she couldn’t wait for him to enter her.

  She ran her hand up the length of him, marveling at the size.

  “You’re enormous.”

  He snorted. “I wouldn’t go that far.”

  In comparison with her previous lovers he was. She ran her thumb gently over his bulbous head, sweeping up the moisture she discovered at the end. She drew her thumb up to her mouth and licked it much the same way he’d done with her dew. Sharp and tangy.

  Delicious.

  “Can I take you into my mouth, Sir?” It wasn’t something she’d ever been into, although it had been Richard’s favorite thing. She wasn’t going to think of him now. She was sick of him still hanging around, even if he was just inside her head.

  Time for an exorcism. The thought made her smile.

  “Not tonight,” he told her, surprising her. She didn’t realize that men actually turned down blow jobs. He cupped a hand around the nape of her neck, bringing her down for a hot, hard kiss. This time he pressed his tongue between her lips, teasing her until soft whimpers escaped her mouth, each growing from the last.

  “Take me inside you.” He clasped her hips. “I’m gonna guide you, but this first time you make the calls. Don’t expect it in the future.”

  She thought it was sweet he was letting her set the pace. He reached back and pulled something off a shelf set in the wall behind them. She hadn’t even realized there was a shelf there. He had though, and he obviously knew what it was there for. She stared down at the condom in his hand.

  “Don’t think Saxon was ever a scout, but he definitely believes in being prepared. He has stashes of condoms and lube all around the club.”

  She wasn’t quite sure how she felt about that, but she guessed he was being a responsible host, business man, whatever. There weren’t many lines of work where a host made certain to keep condoms on hand.

  “Open it and slide it on me.”

  She took it from him, immediately dropping it. Damn her nerves. She picked it up quickly. “Sorry.”

  “Sh.” He cupped her cheeks between his hands. “Calm down.”

  “Bit difficult to do. My body’s on fire.”

  He ran a thumb over her cheek. “I’m glad. So is mine. Just take a deep breath. There’s no rush, okay?”

  Her insides melted. She’d never had a man take the time to reassure her. She moved slowly as she ripped open the condom. Last thing she needed was to put a hole in it. Then she tested it to see which way it rolled before taking hold of his shaft and carefully sliding it down. Wow, who knew how sexy it could be to put a condom on a man?

  “Good girl,” he told her. “Now take me inside you.”

  She raised her hips.

  “Lean back. I want to watch.”

  She groaned, staring down at their bodies as his cock slowly disappeared inside h
er. Inch by inch she worked her way down. Her muscles stretched to accommodate him, but he’d done a good job in preparing her, and she was slick from her orgasm. His shaft brushed against the sensitive nerve endings of her passage. Reaching up, he squeezed a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the tight bud around, and she almost came then and there.

  “Jake!”

  “Somehow, I don’t think you’re ever going to address me properly,” he muttered.

  Oh, hell.

  “But for some reason I don’t seem to care much. You’re corrupting me.”

  She grinned at him. “You’re not the first person to say that.”

  “A sheriff should be above corruption.”

  “Aw, poor baby, I’ll find some way to make it up to you.”

  He grinned. “You’re damn right you will.” He pushed up slightly with his hips and they both let out low groans. “Fuck, baby, you feel so good. Put your arms around my neck. Ride me.”

  He guided her hips up and down. Slowly at first then faster and faster. She clung to him. He was her rock in the storm, holding her steady, keeping her close, yet he was the one causing the storm inside her. It raged, growing with each thrust of his cock.

  She whimpered, needing something more. He reached down and flicked her clit with his thumb.

  She shot over the edge, leaning into his shoulder to muffle her cry as he drove himself deep and groaned in release.

  7

  Molly moaned as a beeping noise interrupted her sleep. She opened one eye and looked over at the clock. It wasn’t even seven. She dropped her head back onto the pillow. What the hell was that noise?

  Suddenly it stopped and she sighed. Good. Now she could get back to sleep.

  “Hey, Duncan, what’s going on?”

  Molly shot straight up at the sound of the husky male voice. In her bedroom. What the fuck?

  She looked around wildly, her heart racing as she spotted the tall figure in the corner of the room. Shit. Who was that? Was it an intruder? How was she going to defend herself? Why didn’t she have some pepper spray or a taser? Hell, she didn’t even have a bat. All she had was her Hello Kitty vibrator. Somehow, she didn’t think that would deter a thief who was daring enough to answer a phone call in her bedroom. Well, maybe it would. Taking a vibrator to the face wouldn’t be a pleasant experience.