I was uncomfortable discussing this. Just a few feet away, Sam and Bull were talking, or more or less flirting. A smile from Bull was rare, but right now Sam had her hand against his chest, saying something to him that warranted a rarely seen grin from the eccentric man. What the fuck was that about?
“He’s married to my goddamn mother, Justin. He’s Hartley’s biological father. I’ll fucking gut him if he lays a hand on either of them.”
I gritted my teeth. I fucking knew all this. Just hearing the sick bastard’s name brought on a thundering behind my chest. Before long, the cocksucker would get what he deserved.
“I’m apologizing, Wisely. Take it as a motherfucking compliment. I don’t apologize.” His eyes rose, locking on mine. They held a small trace of compassion. Very fucking small. Mainly, they were filled with the same warning stare I knew only too well.
“Don’t hurt my sister. Coco … she’s a special girl. She’s been through a lot of shit.”
“I’d never hurt her. I love your sister, Jackson.”
His eyes shot up.
What I’d run from my entire life, a relationship, had finally become reality. I wouldn’t hide it any longer. Not from Jackson, or anybody else. The concerns—they were still something I had to figure out. Unavoidable, not a goddamn thing could be done about the migraines. All the money in the world couldn’t change that, but I’d just given my word to Hartley’s brother that I wouldn’t hurt her. And I never went back on my word.
“Wisely, I’m fucking warning you. Remember who you’re talking to here. I know your history.”
“I’m not that man anymore, Jackson.”
I looked up from the bar, feeling her presence. She was here, standing by the door with Sam and Bull. For a quick second, I wondered if I should be honest and let Hartley know Sam was an ex-sub.
Christ, she radiated such an aura. The whole room lit up when she was in i.e. didn’t even know how to describe these feelings I had. Deep in a discussion with Sam, I watched her as the words between her brother and I had gone silent. She turned and looked at me, our eyes latching. Without delay, her thick lips widened into one of her classic crooked smiles. Her eyes were glowing, lighting up the whole air around her. Her dark hair was pulled back in a low pony tail with just a few strands falling around her face, looking sexy as fuck. Dressed in black tight pants, she had on those knee-high boots again that made my dick stand up and salute Jesus.
“Sweet thing,” I mouthed. My words were silent, but I knew she understood them.
“Hi, JT,” crossed her thick pink lips. The sick fuck may have been her sperm donor, but she couldn’t be any more different than James McDonald.
Tonight was the night. She asked for the cross. She’d get it. She’d either leave here being the happiest she could be, or walk away hating my guts. My cock stiffened with thoughts of what I had planned for my sweet thing once I got her damn brother out of here.
“Your sister is here,” I told Jackson. He turned around on the bar stool.
“Fucking hell! Fuck!”
“Jacks. Hi!” She kissed her brother’s cheek.
“Hi Coco. I came by to talk to Justin about some business. I was just leaving.”
He stood, tugging at the bottom of his suit jacket. Nervous as fuck. I held back a smile. I’d never seen the powerful Dom lose control. It made just about every shitty thing that had ever happened just a little better.
“Sure you are, Jacks. And believe it or not, I’m not ten anymore.” She stood on the tips of her toes, giving him a short kiss on the cheek. “And guess what? I’m a fully-grown woman. And I have sex.” Punching him in the arm, I didn’t like the arrogant asshole much, but she loved him and he damn sure loved her. In reality, I was glad she had the uptight bastard to fall back on.
“I’ll see you later, Coco. Justin.” He turned and left with a crisp nod, while I held back a laugh.
Made my fucking day.
I pulled Hartley against me, kissing her sweet strawberry-tasting lips with everything I had.
“Hi, baby. How was your day?”
“Pretty good. It’s better now that I’m here with you.Plus, tomorrow’s Saturday. We get to sleep in.”
“Do you know you get more beautiful every time I see you?”
She smiled. Fuck, I loved her.
“And you’re a total sex god, Mr. One Fine Ass.” Her hands grasped my shoulders, pulling me in for another kiss, her hands slowly lowering over my butt.
“I used to call you that. Look.” She pulled out her phone, bringing up her contacts. All I could do was shake my head. Where did she come up with this silly shit?
“I have a surprise for you, sweet thing.” My dick shifted at thoughts of where she might be in just a few short hours. After closing. When all the staff had gone home for the evening.
“A surprise? Really? I love surprises.” She tugged at her bottom lip.
“The cross. After closing. You. Me.”
Her eyes widened in curiosity. She was nodding, her lip still buried underneath her teeth.
“Make sure, Hartley. I need you doubt-free.”
“No. I’m sure,” she whispered.
“Okay, then. Let’s run out and get something to eat first. It’s two hours before closing. You’ll need the strength.” I raised my eyebrows, trying to lighten the moment.
“I don’t think I can eat, JT.”
She was nervous as hell. At last! I had her just a little off her game. I fucking loved it.
I’d sworn off this shit nearly two years ago, yet I suddenly couldn’t think of anything else but her open to me, bound and helpless. Wet and turned on, hungering for that satisfaction I knew I could bring her.
I wouldn’t hurt her for all the money in the world.
Pleasure.
I simply wanted to take her somewhere I knew she’d never been.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hartley
I never imagined he’d actually act on it.
Moisture exploded between my thighs, my arms and legs tugging at the restraints. Not uncomfortably tight, I knew Justin was being easy on me, yet they still limited my movement substantially. I felt myself blush as his eyes changed, darkening, his experienced hands dropping over the bursting erection fighting behind his unbuttoned tight jeans. His shirt was gone, leaving me to drool over his beautiful inked-up upper body that he knew I got weak in the knees over.
“Absolutely exquisite. I knew you’d be beautiful like this, Hartley. And already so wet and ready for me.” He brushed a hand over his blistering erection, only igniting what already raged deep between my legs.
His breath grew harder as he rubbed himself. Heated impatience charged me with delusions of his amazing beautiful body unclothed.
His lips gently touched the edge of my ear. “Which do you like best? My ass, or watching me rub myself off?” He stuck his hand down his open jeans, curling a fist around the thick root that fought for escape. Eagerness and hunger engulfed every pore of my essence, my breath becoming unsteady.
One step forward, he finally touched me, brushing his long, lean, magical fingers down my swollen labia, turning up every nerve cell in my existence. High in my chest, the fluttering sensation cascaded deep down my core. Weight oozed between my thighs. It was a desperate feeling I’d never experienced, but one I wanted to learn more about.
“Justin.” His name fell from my lips in more of a whimper, sounding almost painful, the look on his face just as thirsty. His hand still brushed the large protrusion behind his jeans, the task of staying still becoming miserably impossible. My breathing was ragged and uneven, my body slick with desire as I watched him stroke himself, my tongue sweeping across my lips as I fought the restraints. I knew I could burst into orgasm simply by watching him. His lips widened as he moaned to his own touch. Everything underneath my skin flexed. Another moan rising up my throat, I didn’t know how much longer I could wait.
“Shhh,” he whispered. “Be still, baby.”
I tried quieting my breathing as he stripped out of his pants, giving me a glorious view of his delectable ass as he walked to the side of the cross and lifted what looked like a vibrator. Large with different attachments, I’d never seen anything like it.
“How do you feel, Hartley?” he asked.
Was I supposed to talk? Didn’t he just tell me to be quiet? I nodded.
“When I ask you a question, you always answer.”
My voice cracked with a “Good. I feel good … Sir.”
His lip turned up into a small smile when I called him that. He liked it. He didn’t tell me to call him anything, but I wanted to just the same.
He glared at me, kicking his jeans to the side. His long erection tightly slapped his skin, with beads of moisture from the tip pooling against his stomach. His gaze was dark, his lids heavy with control and dominance.
“Are you sure about this, Hartley?” His voice was throaty and seductive. “Once we start, we don’t stop. Not unless you safeword.”
My head fought apprehensiveness, my insides hammering to life as he lowered his hand to adjust himself, setting off my heat level another notch. What he was doing was wildly intimate. I’d never seen a man do the things he did.
“JT,” I whispered.
“That’s not an answer,” he barked. “I won’t stop, Hartley. Not unless you say that one final word. Then it all ends.”
One hand still touched the gloriously hard package he was blessed with, his other gently running through my soaked opening. With my breath heavy, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. The way his muscles tightened every time he moved, his physical beauty was something that any person, male or female, would find impossible not to notice.
“I’m more than sure,” I whispered.
His eyes dilated, glazing over with lust, as his finger trailed my feminine lips and moved around to the rim of my back hole.
“I can’t wait to taste you. Or take your ass.” My body rattled with need, my mind unnerved with uncertainty, even though I was convinced I’d do anything he asked. I was nothing but jelly.
“And I’ll do both. But first, let’s take care of this.”
His voice was low and erotic sounding, his eyes piercingly blue.
He licked his bottom lip, lowering the end of the vibrator toward me and gently easing it across my clit. Every muscle in my body tensed as the tip lightly touched me.
“That should feel really nice, baby.”
He turned the vibrator onto a low pulse, the humming sound almost silent as he ran it through the lips of my wet opening. My mouth trembled and I closed my eyes, striving to keep still like he’d ordered. He moved the wand again, this time over and under my clit. Oh God.
My back arched as my bound limbs fought the tight restraints. Again and again, he moved over my throbbing opening, leaving me whimpering almost to the point of sobbing. I opened my eyes back up to see the wide head of Justin’s bare length seeping moisture. The clenching in my abs was starting again. Deep and heavy, I was helpless, totally in his clutches.
“You want my cock inside you, sweet thing?” he asked greedily against my belly, upping the power to the wand and moving it toward my back opening. “Or do you prefer this?” It buzzed against my forbidden hole, easing in just the smallest bit. My head whipped from side to side with the strange sensation.
He eased the wand back around, running it over my belly and back down, his free hand stroking himself. My body trembled as I tugged at the restraints, fighting to adjust my legs through the vibrations, wanting to bring them together for some sense of relief. He leaned over and kissed me, the wand sliding slowly and gently inside media pulled away from his lips, crying out as the impact rushed through my body.
“Don’t fight it. Relax into it, baby. Let me make you feel good,” he murmured against my neck. All I could think about was how badly I wanted him inside me. I reached for his lips, tasting his mouth with starving desperation. My movement was so limited that I could only move my neck just a little, but I stretched through the discomfort as much as I could, frantic for more.
“Justin… Please,” I whimpered.
He took my hips, lowering his body down the cross and tracing the lips of my femininity before plunging his tongue inside, his mouth forming the perfect suction over my opening. My God, it felt so good. His hands pressed into my hip bones as he sucked my clit between his lips. My back tipped as I slowly started coming apart against his mouth.
“Justin… God, please … Sir.”
“Please what, Hartley?”
“You. I want you inside me.”
His eyes were on mine as he rose from his knees and immediately dropped the restraints from my legs, quickly adjusting the angle of the cross before slamming his oozing thick dick inside me, pressing and plunging, taking away every other thought my mind could possibly have. His hands uncomfortably held my shoulders, the small bit of tenderness secondary to the sounds of his lustful moans pulling me tighter against him. Seconds later, I broke into the orgasm of my life.
His pace continued to be maddening, pounding inside me so hard, it was difficult to breathe. The slanted frame had me in such a position that he was stretching me to the max, hitting my delicate spot again and again as I swirled through my release.
“Fuck, Hartley.”
We stared into each other’s eyes, his rhythm in perfect sync against mine.
“Sweet thing,” he mouthed.
He reached for the sides of my face, kissing me more passionately than he ever had. His tongue delved deep as he shoved his thick powerful erection inside me with such force that my eyes began to burn. Then he was jerking, bottoming out, and pouring scorching cum inside my cavity as he pulled my hips against him even tighter while he emptied.
“Oh, Jesus.” His tone was throaty and low. Everything he’d just done was the hottest most sensual thing I’d ever experienced in my life.
“God. Don’t stop, Justin.”
Waves of exhilaration filled me once again as I fell into a second, long orgasm, the muscles of my sex bearing down against him as I looked into his magnetic, sky-blue eyes. In that moment, I knew this thing between us … it was undeniable. It was more than just sex.
I wanted to be dominated by this mantis wanted to belong. To connect on that deep level.
I was ready for anything.
Ready to learn his lifestyle.
I cringed as he slid out of me and lifted me from the cross. Barely able to stand, he held me against his chest as I trembled, listening to the sounds of our breath slowing and fighting the sudden bout of emotion creeping in behind my eyes.
His forehead brushed mine.
“God, I love you,” he whispered.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Justin
Old habits don’t die easily.
I never claimed to be a saint. I’d done more bad than I cared to remember. And now…it was done. The ultimate sin. Would she still love me if she knew?
Could I expect her to?
After a thirty-minute war with my pillow, I finally opened my eyes where Hartley lay sleeping next to me, her breathing soft and peaceful. I breathed in her familiar scent, her warm body soothing my nerves. Beside me was exactly where I wanted her.
No words to describe last night on the x-cross, right now it was a bittersweet reminder of just how powerful my need was for this girl. The parting of her moist lips. The broadening of her anxious eyes. It all brought out feelings I thought were behind me. Master J again, if only for that short time, had me wanting to mark her. Train her. Own her. Yet, it was all baffling. I’d never scened with a woman I was in love with. It was sublime. A gift.
As much as I enjoyed the very small taste of the Dom life, Hartley was no submissive.
Just as I was no longer the hardcore Dom I once was.
Alpha still flowed through my veins. I still demanded power. Control. Hard fucking. But everything else … it wasn’t what I sought now. Hartley was different. Fuck, I was different. The whole wo
rld around me was new.
My head returning to present time, I needed out of this bed. The auction was tonight. I needed to get up and get the day started, even though the temptation to stay right here next to Hartley’s naked warmth was huge.
I eased my body from the bed, her hand still glued to my thigh. The sound of her soft breath thickened my dick.
“Good morning,” Hartley uttered, still half asleep, letting out another sweet-laced moan.
“Good morning, yourself,” I said, slipping my shorts over my hardening body and lifting my phone to make sure there were no new fires to put out. Thankfully, there weren’t.
“Come back to bed,” she murmured, her head leaning against the edge of my pillow. I reached for a soft kiss, replying, “As much as I’d like to do exactly that, I’ve gotta get to the club. Big night tonight.” One more light kiss, I turned to return my phone to the bedside table. “Stay in bed, baby. Close those beautiful eyes and rest. Call me when you’re ready, and I’ll swing back by and take you to your apartment to get ready for the auction.”
Every intent on slipping my shorts back off and ending the growing ache in my body, I turned around to see her sleeping again. I didn’t move for a few seconds, only admiring. Watching. This … was exactly what I wanted. Every day. Her in my bed. Fuck. What was all this? Where had it come from? And how so quickly? My head spiraling, I pushed off where my thoughts were headed and walked toward the bathroom to shower.
****
The auction was a quick hour away. With my office quiet, I took a few minutes to brief the financial documents regarding my mother. Jackson had confiscated the last year of her bank statements, making my past move all the more worthwhile. Jackson and I may not like each other, but he was a hell of an attorney, and so far, we’d been able to keep our personal differences separate from business.
James McDonald had definitely been reaping the benefits of my bank account for years, my mother writing him substantial checks weekly. The sleazy bastard living off me all this time still had the audacity to grin at me, stepping out in his high-dollar boots from the Lexus that cost every bit of sixty grand with a smirk, and beaming veneered teeth that cost nearly as much as the car. Hartley had talked to her mother only once since that day. She claimed James was still the love of her life and had no intentions of leaving him. What in hell did this sick fuck have over women?
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