Lukas

by Josephine Jade

  “Reina.”

  She dragged her eyes up and found him staring at her with one eyebrow up. Obviously, he’d already called her name more than once.

  “Sorry.”

  “Sit on the bed with your ankles under your butt, knees spread. Play with your nipples as you answer the next question.”

  She sat as he’d instructed, face burning as she realized that her stance left her pussy wide open for his perusal.

  “Now that’s very, very pretty,” he whispered. He nodded his head towards her chest. “Nipples.”

  She touched them, much more softly than she normally would since they were so tender. But knowing he was watching her, his eyes floating down to her exposed sex then back to her breasts then her face, had her all turned on again.

  “What didn’t you like about what we did?”

  She raked her mind trying to come up with an answer. There were so many things she should say. She shouldn’t have liked being led around naked, or spanked or clamped. But she had.

  Finally, she just broke down in honesty. “I didn’t like not knowing the rules, if I could touch you or not or what would happen next. And I don’t like answering these questions.”

  She thought he would press for more details, so she wasn’t expecting the huge smile to cross his face. And she definitely wasn’t expecting him to stand up and pull those boxer-briefs off and finally be as naked as she was.

  Holy Mother.

  She licked her lips, forcing herself to look up from his thick cock to his face. What the hell was the matter with her? She’d never gotten turned on by the sight of a man’s penis. “That was a good answer?”

  “Yes. You didn’t lie and try to tell me you didn’t like being flogged or fucked so roughly. You didn’t try to convince me that you didn’t get off on me commanding and dominating you. Which is good, because like I said before, I don’t like dishonesty.”

  She glanced away, thinking about the server room, but pushed those thoughts away. She had big enough problems right now, specifically in the shape of Lukas’s cock, right in front of her.

  “On the floor, on your knees, princess. Since you got me naked, you’re going to suck me off. Then I’m going to take my time and eat your sweet pussy.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Reina tensed but moved to the edge of the bed, obviously ready to slide to her knees. Lukas caught her by the chin before she could drop to the ground, forcing her brown eyes back up to his.

  “Do you have a problem with being on your knees?”

  She shook her head.

  “Blowjobs in general?”

  “I thought we were done with the question and answer session of our program.”

  That sassy mouth. He had to hide his grin as he reached down to kiss her. He gripped her hair tightly in one hand and ran the other down to her ass, giving a pinch that turned into a squeeze. Within a few minutes they were both breathing hard.

  Damn it, she could distract him better than anyone had ever been able to.

  “Are you opposed to sucking my cock, princess?” There were things he didn’t know about her, allowances he would make if there was some good reason for her not to want to do it.

  “No, not opposed,” she finally whispered. “I’m just not good at it.”

  Seeing as how just looking at her hot little mouth was enough to get him three-quarters of the way there, he didn’t think there was going to be a problem. “How about you let me be the judge of that?”

  She gave a little shrug. Damn it again, with the too much time to think. She’d been fine when he’d first got naked and then had gotten inside her own head again.

  “On your knees, princess. No more thinking. Or if you’re opposed to your knees you can lay on your back on the bed with your head over the edge. I’d gladly fuck your hot little mouth that way.”

  She flushed as she turned and studied the bed like she was trying to envision what he’d said. Damn little engineer had to understand everything.

  He put a hand on her shoulder and pushed her down. Giving a blow job while hanging upside down was something they could work up to—damn, he would love having that clear access to deep throat her, but for right now, hell, he’d take her any way he could get her.

  “You know what, little brainiac? I’ll give you step by step instructions, how about that?”

  And just like that, the tension that had flooded her system was gone. Interesting that she could take clamps and a flogging in stride but nearly panicked at the thought of doing something she didn’t feel competent at.

  She dropped to her knees, falling exactly at the perfect height.

  “It’s like any skill, princess. You can get better at it.”

  She smirked up at him. “With practice?”

  “Smart ass.” Maybe he should tell her how his brother had trained his wife to give him the perfect blowjob—with a vibrator attached to her clit. Whenever she did something he liked, he would reward her by turning it on high.

  Of course, Dominic had also had a cane in the other hand. If Cassandra did something with her mouth he didn’t care for she’d get a few hard swats on the ass.

  The thought of that sort of training with Reina had him growing even harder.

  “Oh, my God, what just happened?” she whispered.

  “I started thinking about regularly scheduled blowjob training for you. Jesus, woman, get your lips on me right the fuck now.”

  She grabbed him at the base and licked like he was her favorite-flavored lollipop. He didn’t even try to hold back the groan.

  “That was good?”

  “Yes. Fuck. Do it again.”

  She lifted him this time and licked all the way from the base to the tip of his cock. Then she swirled her little tongue around the tip, peeking up at him with those chocolate brown eyes.

  “What did I tell you about dishonesty, Reina?”

  Her eyes grew wide as she pulled back from him. “What do you mean?”

  “You told me you weren’t any good at this. That was an out and out lie.”

  The smile she gave him was sheer evil femininity. Whatever asshole thought a woman was less powerful when she was on her knees was dead fucking wrong. Reina could ask for anything in his world right now—any damn thing—and he would give it to her.

  “I wasn’t lying, Sir. I promise. Maybe just misinformed.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Some asshole told you that you were bad at giving head.” It wasn’t a question.

  She nodded and started to look down, but he tilted her chin back up. “You’ve been at this less than a minute, and I’m already embarrassingly close to blowing my load. So, whoever told you that was very definitely misinformed. Now, continue.”

  She licked him again and he groaned. “Take as much as you can into your mouth, princess, and suck.”

  She did, and he couldn’t stop his hands from threading into her hair. He thrust just a little bit, pulling back before she could get uncomfortable.

  “Watching your mouth on me might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen except for maybe how you were bent over the bed earlier all red from where I’d flogged you.”

  Her eyes closed, then her mouth speed picked up on his cock. Horny little thing.

  “Hell, if I think you can get much better at this, but I’ll teach you some different tricks. See how you like them.”

  Those eyes opened and looked up at him, curiosity clear. He smiled.

  “Like restraining your hands behind your back, so I control everything. Or holding your head and truly fucking your mouth. Deep, Reina. Teaching you how to take my cock down your throat and swallow around it. You gagging around my cock would be fucking sexy.”

  She took him deeper then, enough that she caused herself to gag slightly. And damn, it was sexy. But he pulled her hair to make her ease back.

  “Not tonight.” He kept a grip on her hair and did shallow fucks into her mouth. He could see her hips moving, knew this was turning her on too.

  “I’ll t
each you how to play with my balls. How to suck on them too.” He felt her palm cup them. “Yes, princess, just like that.”

  Her fingernail dragged gently against his perineum and he let out a deep groan. “Holy fuck, that feels good.” He thrust hard into her throat and had to force himself to pull back when he felt her truly start to gag.

  “Jesus, woman, you better keep those little nails sheathed if you don’t want to get yourself deep throated.”

  She smiled around his cock.

  “Damn, Reina, you’re gorgeous, sweetheart.”

  She began licking again, moving her hand up and down on the base of his cock, applying just the right amount of pressure with her tongue on the tip.

  “Maybe I’ll take you out in the club and have other people watch as you suck me off. They’ll see how talented you are with that hot little mouth.”

  She moaned, her tongue strumming the bottom of his head as she did. She liked it. Liked the thought of being used in public like that.

  He couldn’t wait.

  Then Reina started sucking harder, and all he could do was watch and try to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head from the pleasure. It didn’t take long before he was about to come. “Stop, princess. I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep going.” He tried to pull her back, but she wouldn’t let him.

  “Reina.” He didn’t even recognize his own voice.

  She reached down and scratched with her nail lightly again, and he couldn’t stop it. He gripped her head with both hands and fucked her mouth, shouting her name as he came in hot squirts down her throat.

  And she took every drop, slowly licking him again as he pulled out of her mouth. She looked pretty damned pleased with herself, leaning back on her heels, looking up at him.

  When he could finally get a full breath, he spoke. “I thought you said you didn’t know what you were doing?”

  She shrugged. “I did a little research, after I was told… I had a lot of room for improvement. But it was all theoretical projections, not empirical data. No actual practice.”

  He bit back a laugh. Empirical data. This woman. Jesus. How had she been on the peripheral of his life for so long but never actually in it?

  He reached down and lifted her all the way up until she was on her feet, then slid his hand to her ass, easily lifting her weight completely off the ground. Holding her with one arm, he grabbed one of her legs under the thigh and wrapped it around his hips. She echoed with the other.

  “I think it’s safe to say that if it worked any righter, I would’ve just had a heart attack, princess.”

  “I want to do it the other ways too.” Her arms came around his neck and she looked more relaxed than he’d ever seen her. “The ones you were talking about.”

  He put on the saddest face he could muster. “If you must.” He walked with her arms and legs still around him the few steps to the bed. “Now, I think it’s my turn to practice on you. I very much liked the sound of you screaming earlier. I think I’m going to need to hear that more.”

  “Are you going to spank me again?” She sounded more excited than nervous.

  “No.” He eased her down onto the mattress. “I want to see if there’s any oral skills I should brush up on too.”

  “Oh.”

  “Oh? All you have to say is—”

  He was cut off by a knock at the door followed by the sound of it opening a crack. Brax’s voice filtered through.

  “Cuz, I know you’re… busy… not to mention it’s your night off, but we’ve got a problem.”

  Lukas stood and pulled the bed sheet over Reina before grabbing his pants and yanking them on.

  “What’s up, Brax?” He kept himself between the bed and door, blocking the line of sight as he opened it further.

  “Business stuff. Marco arrived early, and you’re the only one he’ll talk to. He’s waiting in your office upstairs.”

  Damn it, he didn’t want to deal with this shit now, but he couldn’t leave Marco waiting. That would be a disrespect that would cause a longstanding fallout.

  “Okay, get him a drink, food or whatever he wants. I’ll be up there in ten.”

  Brax winced. “Sorry, Luke. It’s been a while since you…” He gestured towards the bed with his hand.

  Lukas just shrugged. “Family business always comes first, we both know that.” Plus, this shouldn’t take long. He’d deal with Marco and get him to come back tomorrow.

  Brax nodded and left. Lukas turned toward the bed again. Reina was lying back, gorgeous brown hair spread out all around her, looking drowsy and innocent.

  God, there were so many things he wanted to do to her—planned on doing to her. Having her restrained spread-eagled on the bed while he ate her to his heart’s content, torturing her until she cried and begged, was just the beginning.

  And would be happening tonight.

  “You’ve got to go?” she whispered as he walked over.

  “Just for a few minutes. An hour at most. You stay here and rest until I get back.” He reached his hand under the sheet and ran his fingers up her thigh until he got to her pussy. He gave it a gentle smack when she closed her legs to try to keep him out. “Oh, this is mine when I get back. I plan to feast on it.”

  She stiffened under his hand. “Lukas, I don’t…”

  “Don’t worry, princess. You’ll be tied spread-eagled on the bed, unable to do anything except enjoy it.” He reached down and kissed her. “I’ll make sure Brax doesn’t let anyone in here, okay? And I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

  She nodded.

  He wanted her in his bed at home, he realized. Not that he had a problem playing with her here in the club, but eventually they’d both have to go their separate ways after playing each visit. He wanted her soft, long limbs pressed against him while they slept. Wanted to be able to slip inside her from behind in the middle of the night, so that by the time she woke up she was falling apart in his arms.

  Damn it, how had this one quiet woman gotten so far under his skin in such a short period? He needed to get his head on straight.

  “I’ll see you soon.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Reina wasn’t even so much as tempted to wait for Lukas to come back. She had to get out of here.

  First, she needed to finish the software patch. It would only take a couple more minutes, especially now that she knew where the server room was. As long as that guard didn’t check it again.

  But more than that, she needed to be gone before Lukas returned. Everything they’d done tonight had been sexy and overwhelming. If he came back and continued on his quest for oral sex with her, it would ruin everything.

  There was a reason they called her the Ice Queen, and her lack of response to oral sex had been the start of it. Everybody knew it was supposed to be the be all and end all of great sex. For her it had always just been uncomfortable and a little gross.

  There would be no way Lukas could help but think of her as unresponsive if he came back and wanted to do that. Tied wide open to the bed would be even worse. He’d definitely know she wasn’t responding the way a woman should.

  Her face burned with mortification at the thought. She hadn’t really cared when the rumors had flown about her in the past, but somehow the thought of Lukas confirming it—not that he would ever talk about her to others, but just the fact that he would know—made her cringe.

  If she left now, he would remember her as passionate. How the things he did to her had turned her on. How she’d screamed and all but gushed all over him.

  And she would definitely remember how he’d shouted her name as he came down her throat. She had made Lukas Rinaldi lose control with her mouth. God, that had felt good. Who would’ve thought she would feel the most powerful she’d ever felt while she was down on her knees?

  That’s how she wanted them both to remember this night: driving each other crazy with passion.

  Despite what he’d alluded to, she wasn’t foolish enough to think he’d really wan
t more than one night with her. She’d known the Rinaldi brothers most of her life, and they’d never had a shortage of women around them, especially Lukas. Gorgeous, sophisticated, sexy women who probably regularly made men come with a shout.

  Reina was well aware of her assets and strengths, but none of them involved the words gorgeous, sophisticated, or sexy. She was smart, thorough, and detail-oriented. And, tonight notwithstanding, conventional and, well, boring.

  Getting out of here was for the best. She slipped into her clothes and peeked out the door. Once Brax was busy doing something behind the bar, she eased out and dropped into the shadows.

  The great thing about a sex club was that it allowed plenty of low lighting for sneaking around in.

  She kept her gaze down, praying she wouldn’t run into Margo or the guard. She walked as fast as she could without drawing attention to herself. Only after she reached the hallway closer to the less-used area of closets and offices did she slow down.

  She picked the electronic lock again, not the most sophisticated to begin with because who would want to break into a server room? To most people it would just look like a bunch of large computer systems that couldn’t be accessed because there were no monitors or keyboards. Just some computer towers and a huge maze of cords of every different color.

  Yes, someone who knew what they were doing could do harm here, but no one in their right minds would steal from the mob, unless they had a death wish.

  Reina ignored the lurching in the pit of her stomach. She didn’t have any other option. This was the only way to prove what Peter was doing. She wasn’t taking enough that it was going to trip any of the firewalls the Rinaldis’s companies had in place. Then the money, little as it was, would be replaced.

  She could do this, would be in and out again in a couple weeks. No one—particularly Lukas—would ever need to know she’d hacked into the system. She would have the information she needed to confront Peter and get him to step down from the company.

  Then maybe she’d take over Torres Software herself. She hadn’t wanted to—her father had known that, which was why he hadn’t left the company to her to begin with—but maybe she’d revisit it. Growing her own company instead of constantly fixing problems for others… The thought was appealing.