Endgame

by Mandie Mills

  Sometimes he wanted to fuck her, either tying her down or letting her fight him. Other times he wanted to torture her body with pleasure, leaving her unsatisfied as he denied her an orgasm over and over again. A few times he wanted her to pleasure him as he called her nasty names and degraded her, and more than once he spanked her raw or choked her until she was passing out.

  Everything was out of a fantasy she’d had for as long as she could remember. It was as though he had an insight into the deepest recesses of her mind and he was acting out all of the things she’d always wanted but had never experienced.

  It was incredible. Every time he introduced something she reached new heights of pleasure. The more extreme it was, the more she felt, and the more he got into it.

  He didn’t linger when they were done. He came in, enacted whatever scenario he chose, then left. He didn’t speak to her, unless it was to taunt and tease. He never told her his real name, and she didn’t want to ask.

  The mystery surrounding him was almost as hot as what he was doing to her. She didn’t know if all of his story was true, but the more she thought about it the more it seemed likely. Fifteen years ago, in mid-October, her dad had burned something in their fireplace and gotten a new car without warning or explanation. He’d put their house up for sale a few days later and they’d moved within the month.

  Her dad had told her the move was for work, but she remembered him being home until the New Year. She’d missed the last month of school before Christmas because of the move, and her dad had been home with her at the new house until she’d started classes in January. He’d told her it was an extended vacation to get them used to their new home, and so she wouldn’t be alone. As a child she’d blindly believed him because he was her father. As an adult she questioned it all.

  If she had to guess she’d say her dad had been burning his clothes from the night of the accident. If he’d gotten any blood on him at all when he’d gone to the other car then he would have burned it to get rid of the evidence instead of just throwing it out. He must have gotten rid of his car in a junkyard, and it had most likely been stripped and compacted.

  They’d moved to get out of the jurisdiction where the accident had taken place in order to evade the police and get away from the investigation. If two people had died in the accident then it was vehicular manslaughter at minimum. If he’d been drinking then it could be murder. Add a hit and run charge to that and her dad would have gone away for a long time, and she would have been left alone.

  It was hard to wrap her head around the thought that her father could have been a murderer, but the circumstantial evidence was pointing to it being the truth. If her father had killed his parents and been charged, then they both would have been orphans.

  She would have been in the system the same as him. Her mother had died in childbirth and her father had been her only family. She had no idea what would have happened to her if she’d ended up in a group home only to age out of the system and be dumped in the world with no contacts or support. At twelve she wouldn’t have been strong enough to survive that, and there was a part of her that was glad her father had run. It wasn’t right, but he’d saved her life when he’d taken off.

  It didn’t matter, not anymore. Her dad was dead and she was alone. They both were.

  She glanced out the window and sighed. He’d taken her alarm clock and phone so she had no idea what time it was. The sun had set a while ago so it was getting late, but for all she knew it could be 10 p.m. or 2 a.m. It had been a long time since she’d heard anything, or he’d come to her room. The last time he’d come in he’d had his trusty rope and hood and he’d fucked her so hard she was still sore.

  Her three days off were over. She had to go back to work tomorrow and she had no idea what was going to happen. Was he just going to leave? Would he let her go to work? Was he already gone?

  She stood and went to the door. She knew it was unlocked, but she didn’t want to venture out of her room and go and find him. Instead she pressed her ear against the wood and listened. There were footfalls on the stairs. He was coming.

  She scurried over to her bed and sat down. A moment later the door opened and he strode inside.

  “Are you tired?” he asked as he sat down on the chair opposite the end of the bed.

  “I’m not sure,” she said honestly.

  “Not sure?” he patted his lap and she scooted off the bed so she could sit on him.

  This was the first time since the car that he’d talked to her about something not sex related, and she loved the physical closeness of being on his lap.

  “I feel tired. But I don’t want to be.”

  “Why not?” His hand stroked up her back and ran through her hair. She almost started purring as he rubbed her scalp with his fingertips. She loved having her head rubbed.

  “Because as soon as I go to sleep then it becomes tomorrow.”

  “It does.” He nodded and dropped his hand so he could rub the base of her scalp. “Does that feel good?” he asked with a teasing smile.

  “Mmmmm.” She let her eyes flutter closed as she enjoyed feeling the tension leaving her neck and shoulders.

  “You don’t want to go back to your life?”

  “I’d rather stay in here.” She sighed and opened her eyes so she could look at him. “We’ve never really talked about what this was...what’s been going on.”

  “I know. That’s why I came in.”

  “Not to fuck me?” she gave him a sly grin and he laughed.

  “Not right away.”

  “So, where’s your head at?”

  “I don’t know. I never planned past today. What do you want?”

  “I’m not sure,” she lied. “I have to go back to reality tomorrow. I have to go back to that fucking store and deal with three days’ worth of shit. I don’t want to, but the world doesn’t stop just because I had the experience of a lifetime.”

  He grinned and put his arm around her waist as he held her.

  “Can I ask you something?” she asked hesitantly.

  “You can.”

  “Are you a Dom?”

  “No.” He shook his head and sighed. “I’ve dabbled, but never done it officially or anything like that.”

  “Oh.”

  “Why? You want to be my slave?”

  She flushed and looked away.

  “I see.” He grinned and brushed an errant lock of her hair back over her shoulder. “I’m not really sure what being a true Dom entails, so I don’t really know what it means to have a slave.”

  “Me either.” She shook her head.

  “Have you dabbled too?”

  “Not really.”

  “No?”

  “I wanted to but never found anyone I wanted to do it with. I never met anyone who was like you and just took it.”

  “Probably because if it had been anyone else but you, it would have been rape and this weekend would have looked completely different.”

  “True.” She grinned as her face flushed.

  “Why are you blushing?”

  “Just remembering the first time after you brought me here.”

  “When I made good on my promise to make you beg me?” he teased.

  “Yeah.”

  “That was something else.”

  “It really was.” She paused and bit her lip.

  “What? You look like you want to ask me something.”

  “What’s your name? I know nothing about you other than your sexual preferences and the size of your dick.”

  He laughed with her and shook his head. “Julian.”

  “Julian...” she prompted.

  “Julian Chambers.”

  “It’s nice to meet you, Julian Chambers.”

  “It’s been nice meeting you too, Elena Jacobs.”

  She sighed as his hand moved to her hip and gripped her tight.

  “Do you have a life back where you live?”

  “I do. It’s not a great one, but it’s mine.”
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br />   “So, what happens now? Was this a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am type thing?”

  “It was supposed to be.”

  “And what was your endgame? To fuck me stupid and leave me confused and wanting more?”

  “Pretty much.”

  “But yet you came to talk to me, and you’re opening up and actually talking to me instead of playing another one of your mindgames.”

  “I guess I am.” He nodded. “That must mean something.”

  She just looked at him, not knowing how to ask what she really wanted.

  She didn’t want him to go. She wanted to explore this with him. The past three days had been an incredible ride, but she wanted more. The kink and sex was awesome, and so were the mindfucks he was a master at delivering, but she also liked this part where they could talk as people and she didn’t feel he was lying to her.

  If she had to be honest with herself, she wanted both worlds. She wanted to be in a place where the sex was kinky and dark—where she was used and nearly abused and her limits and boundaries were pushed and explored. Now that she’d had a taste of what sex and submission could be, she needed to experience more.

  Then there was the flip side of the coin where she wanted to be treated as an equal when sex wasn’t involved. She wanted to know both sides of him—Julian and Master—and she wanted to experience it all.

  “Can you stay? Just for a little while?”

  “You mean right now, or as opposed to leaving tonight?”

  “As opposed to leaving tonight.”

  “I can stay for a while.” He grinned. “I’ll just burn my sick leave.”

  “I think I feel a bit of a cough coming on myself.” She delicately cleared her throat. “It wouldn’t be right to go in to work and risk getting everyone else sick.”

  He laughed at her joke, but then drew serious as he looked into her eyes. “I can’t make any promises to you.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I can’t promise you forever. I don’t believe in making promises to people because something always finds a way make me break my word.”

  “So what can you offer me?”

  “A week and a half of my attentions in there,” he nodded to the bed, “and just me when we’re not.”

  “I like the sound of that.”

  “What can you offer me?”

  “My complete submission in there,” now it was her turn to nod to the bed, “and the real me when we’re not.”

  “I like the sound of that.” He smiled as his gaze moved over the contours of her face, as though he was memorizing her.

  “And how about we wait and see for the rest? If this next ten days works out, then maybe we can stretch it into something more long-term?” Even as the words were coming out of her mouth she knew how needy and desperate she sounded. They’d spent three days together and this was really their first honest and open conversation. Most of their interactions had been sex, and almost all had involved lies and deceit on his part, and she was asking him to give her some sort of long-term commitment.

  “I think that’s very likely.” He grinned and brushed his thumb over her bottom lip before sliding it over her cheek so he could cup the back of her head, his hand fisting in her hair as he did.

  She was about to say something more when his gaze paused on her lips. The look in his eyes was different, and she just waited to see what he would do.

  He gripped her hair a little tighter, holding her head still as he leaned toward her. She closed her eyes a moment before his lips touched hers and moaned softly.

  This was the first time he’d kissed her and it was incredible. His lips were soft, but still strong and insistent. His tongue traced over her bottom lip, encouraging her to open her mouth to him so he could deepen the kiss.

  When he did pull away she was feeling a little lightheaded and breathless.

  “I think we’re going to enjoy getting to know each other better.” He gave her one last nipping kiss and then yanked on her hair. The force of the pull, combined with the fact that he moved his legs apart and created a void between his knees, knocked her off balance and she fell right off him.

  “Oh!” she cried out as she hit the floor, hard. “Fuck!” He yanked on her hair again, forcing her up on her knees in front of him.

  “You want to be punished?” His voice was husky and his eyes were dark with lust and desire. His erection was pressing against his pants, and she whimpered when he tugged on her hair to divert her attention off his cock and onto his face. “Do you?”

  “Yes, please.” Her body tightened as wetness pooled between her legs. His eyes and hand promised that he was going to be hard and rough with her, and she hoped he didn’t hold back.

  “Yes what?”

  “Yes, Daddy.”

  It was the first time she’d ever called anyone that, and she loved the way it rolled off her tongue. Saying it made her feel dirty and naughty, and she could tell he also liked the sound of it by the look in his eyes and the way his hand twisted her hair.

  “Have you been a bad little girl?”

  “I have. I’m a bad girl and I need to be punished.”

  “Don’t worry. Daddy’s home.”

  Dedication

  To J, for the inspiration.

  Acknowledgements

  I would like to thank my editor for always catching what I miss. I’d also like to thank my beta readers and my awesome PA and friend, Kerri. Thanks for the push to publish my darker stories.

  About the Author

  Mandie Mills was always known as the girl with her head in the clouds, with an imagination just as lofty. She started writing her own stories as soon as she could compose a sentence and as she matured, so did her subject matter. She loves to create characters and stories that make people think, and if she can inspire some naughty thoughts or personal exploration in others then she considers her work a success. She lives with her family, both two- and four-legged, and enjoys collecting books and finding new ways to challenge herself. Mandie also publishes romance and erotic romance novels under the name A.T. Brennan

  Visit her online at mandiemillsauthor.com

  Or On Facebook at @MandieMillsAuthor

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