Crimson Sunsets

by Lacee Hightower

  Sam walked through the door carrying a large plastic cup from the smoothie shop a couple of blocks over. “Something told me you probably needed a little substance to tide you over, since you won’t join in on the dinner.” A trace of a smile grazed my lips. Always the mother figure, Sam was in her mid-twenties, but acted more like forty when it came to me, tending me like someone who needed to be taken care of, instead of the ex-Dom who had taken his anger out on her dozens of times. I knew feelings still lingered.

  “Thank you, Sam. You’re probably right.” I didn’t normally partake in the catered dinner before auction. Tonight, we were serving filet mignon covered in a lemon-butter sauce, topped with chunks of lobster, along with roasted potatoes and asparagus. As good as it all sounded, I chose to keep my distance. Just didn’t like getting too close.

  A concerned look crossed her face. She opened to speak, stopping just as quickly. She knew me well enough to know not to push too far.

  “Thirty minutes, Boss. We’re about to get started. Oh, and Hartley looks beautiful out there,” she said, lifting her eyes.

  Fuck, Hartley was out there roaming around by herself. It was just like her not to bother me, even though I’d wanted to take her home. Watch her get dressed for the event. See her surprised look when she saw what I’d had delivered to her apartment. One day, she’d realize that could never be the case. Every single thing about this girl encouraged me. My past. My present. Even my future. I could never be too busy for her.

  Anxious as hell to see her in the dress I’d sent over for her to wear tonight, I didn’t know what kind of formal wear she owned. I knew she’d look nothing but beautiful in anything she wore, outshining any woman here, but I wanted her to have something special. Something from me.

  A few swallows of the smoothie down, I changed out my pain patch, hoping for the fucking migraines to stay out of my head for the next few hours. I went in search of Hartley. She was standing alone, watching a sub filled with Ben-Wa balls. Her face was flushed and for seconds, all I could do was stand and watch the model of perfection and acknowledge just how beautiful she really was, giving me an idea.

  “You’re here,” I whispered against her hair. “You look absolutely stunning.”

  I could feel her smiling as she turned around. Dressed in the shimmering black dress I’d had delivered to her apartment, it came to her mid-thighs, hugging her curves perfectly. The zipper leading all the way down her back made my dick swell, right along with the shiny silver ankle-wrapped stilettos I’d chosen. With feet equally beautiful as the rest of her body, tonight her perfectly shaped toes were painted white. She was wearing her hair parted on the side with large waves cascading around her shoulders and some kind of shiny hair clip on one side, pulling it away from her amazing face, showcasing those beautiful big brown eyes.

  “JT, the dress is just lovely. You make me feel so special. Thank you.”

  Her eyes met mine. Just one look and I was blown away. Decision final, I never wanted this to end. She was such a huge part of my life. The dress was nothing in comparison to the gifts I had in store. I planned on giving her everything. Money would never be an issue. She’d have everything she wanted.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Hartley

  My breath drew back for a few seconds. Nobody else acted like this wasn’t perfectly ordinary, and I guess it was to the BDSM community, so why was I somewhere between skeptical and completely turned on? An auction bidding on women was uncanny. Truthfully, it seemed a little barbaric or even dark, but in a sensual way. These women were doing what they wanted. Yes, they were selling their bodies, but even though I’d only had a small taste of what submission could involve, I already knew just the meager fraction of what I’d experienced was nothing less than amazing.

  Last night shifted our relationship. We didn’t speak about it, but it was there. After the best, most erotic sex of my life, afterwards we did nothing but engage in more into the early hours of morning. My body still felt the after-effects.

  Only feet away, a collared sub was being seated by her Dom on a bar stool, the Dom carrying on a conversation with a second gentleman while the sub stayed perfectly quiet and still. The Dom circled a hand around her neck, motioning something to her. She slowly spread her legs apart, showcasing her lack of panties, as well as evidence of something clearly lodged inside her vagina. The second gentleman stared quietly as the Dom reached inside his pants pocket. In seconds, whatever he’d done, the sub squirmed, tensing her thighs together. Just as quickly, she stopped moving as the friction of the Dom’s hand on her neck tightened.

  Holy hell.

  Suddenly I was so turned on, the need to relieve myself was towering. The moan slipping from my lips was unstoppable. My body still ached from last night, yet all I could think of was Justin’s gloriously massive length surging inside me. Brushing my velvety inner spot with every deep thrust, while his hands roamed my body, his lips whispering secrets of what he wanted to do to me while covering me with crude deep kisses. My body was boiling with desire and need. The more I saw at Venture, the more I wanted to experience with Justin.

  “You look flushed sweet thing. Are you turned on by that?”

  Behind me, his warm breath was against my ear, sending prickly shivers down my neck. I leaned back, feeling his growing erection as his hands wandered down my torso, brushing through the material of my dress just enough to wake up my arousal even more. I was so wet and turned on. He took my hands, spinning me around. My breath hitched. Holy Christ, he was hot. I needed just a few seconds to stand and admire the depth of beauty in this man that I’d dreamed of loving since a young teen. His square jaw was strong, immaculately shaped, with the perfect light frosting of stubble trimmed to perfection, his hair styled just the way I liked it, messy in the front with the sides gelled down.

  Dressed in a tailored black tux that hugged his toned body in all the right places, it couldn’t have possibly fit any more perfectly, hugging every muscle with utter exquisiteness. Every feature about him was intriguing. I wondered if he had any earthly inclination how truly handsome he really was.

  A small grin covered his face as our eyes locked.

  “God, JT, I love you in that tux,” I uttered. “You’re absolutely the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.” I slid my fingers gently through the sides of his hair and lowered his mouth against mine, kissing him hard, but wanting way more.

  His smile was seductive and sexy as he slowly ended our kiss, making me painfully aware of just how great my need to touch his inconceivably sexy body was. I was speechless.

  “My baby is so turned on right now, isn’t she? After the auction winds down, I want us to visit the club shop. Find something special.” He kissed me again, his face covered in a devilish grin.

  His voice was serene. Sensual and tranquilizing, it calmed me. Made me stronger.

  “And you look absolutely divine,” he whispered against my lips.

  He reached for my hand, leading us to his office. With the sound of the door latching, he was immediately easing his pants down, his large erection hard and thick-veined as it tapped his abdomen.

  I squirmed against my dress, my body trembling with ravenous need at thoughts of him possessing me again. Dominating me while his eyes darkened.

  Here.

  Right now.

  Only minutes before the club’s auction started.

  When anyone could knock on the door.

  We should be anywhere but here. This wasn’t the time or the place for this. But I was desperate.

  He reached for the zipper running down the back of my dress and gave it a quick yank. One sleeve fell down over my shoulder and he flicked a finger against the other, the silky material sliding down my torso. He watched as the dress landed around my ankles in a black heap. The glow in his eyes skated back up my body. I’d purposely forgotten panties and my breasts were small enough that I was able to pull this dress off without a bra. I was bare. Naked and open to him, my arousal filled th
e room.

  “Fuck” he whispered.

  He kissed me hard, tasting like a hint of fruit mixed with mint. His hands trailed down my thighs and back up over my butt, as I longed for his thick hard shaft to press inside me and fill me with the wonderful warmth of his body. I needed to feel his flesh. The closeness. The security of his body on mine.

  “Please make me come,” I begged.

  I turned around with my back against him and leaned over the top of his desk, chills covering me with his breath sweeping against my already dampened skin. His finger trailed slowly down my back, sliding through the moisture pooled on the inside of my thighs and moving back up toward the rim of my tight hole. Every inch of my skin coated in even more shivery bumps. He leaned over, tracing small kisses over my butt, pulling my ass cheeks apart and lowering his tongue in between. Oh God.

  Our loud breathing permeated the room as I pressed back against him in desperate anticipation, silently begging him to hurry before I came undone.

  “Ahh, baby. This feels nice,” he whispered, his finger still rimming my tight back hole. The tip slipped inside.

  “I think you might like this, sweet thing,” he whispered in the seductive raspy voice that took me to my very edge.

  My heart raced. It was just simple anal play. And I wanted more.

  Absolutely everything there was to have between a man and woman.

  I wanted him … there. Now.

  I ground back against his hand, almost weeping with this hunger that wouldn’t subside. His finger slid inside deeper. Through the burn, pressure was working up inside me. I felt rattled at just how needy I really was. How desperately I wanted this. How did he have this effect on me? So desperate. So urgent with need. I was dying.

  “Justin. I want you … there.” I moved against his hand again, his finger now buried, sliding gently in and out of my most taboo body part.

  “Hartley … baby.” His voice was tense. He eased out of my opening.

  “Please don’t stop,” I whispered, trying to gather my voice again as my need ignited even more by the sudden emptiness.

  “I promise I’ll make it feel good. Always remember to use the colors. Green for go. Yellow for slow down, and red if you want me to stop.”

  His magical lips were kissing every inch of my back, my neck, the corner of my ear, the very edge of my cheek. All the while, his hand eased through my drenched crease, rubbing the slick moisture from my arousal all around my backside and over his erection. That was one of the hottest things I’d ever known a man to do.

  “Remember, baby. Red always means stop.”

  I nodded. I knew I wouldn’t be saying it.

  He lined up his dick that was covered in my wetness, against my puckered hole and eased just the tip in, his lips still brushing sensual kisses on my neck as he eased more of my wet juices against the tight cavity. I thrust back against him, forcing him to push inside me nearly entirely, demanding that closeness. The need for deepness that I was possessed by. Giving him everything I had to offer.

  I screamed out in pain.

  “Ahh.”

  It hurt. It felt good at the same time. Full in a way I’d never experienced.

  He didn’t move.

  “Goddammit, Hartley. I don’t want to hurt you, baby. Why did you do that?”

  I eased back against him again, reaching behind me and slipping my hand around the bottom of his thick girth. His hands grabbed the sides of my hips and held them tightly.

  “Justin, please.”

  He pulled out nearly completely and slowly pushed back through the uncomfortable muscle. First gently, and then harder and deeper, my cries growing by the content moans leaving his throat.

  “This is going to be so good, baby. I’m gonna come so hard inside you. There’s no way I can last long like this.”

  He started moving, shifting farther and deeper inside me. One hand dropped from my hip and lowered down my leg, tweaking my clit as he thrust inside me again. He reached for my hand, and together, we stroked easy and gentle circles over my swollen peak. I was already on the brink.

  “Come with me, Hartley.”

  His pace quickened as he pumped into my ass, circling my clit at the same time before moving toward my drenched slit and plunging his finger inside, bending against my cavity wall and sending me into a scream as my body pulsated with orgasm. Immediately, his free arm wrapped around my neck, his hand covering my mouth to obscure my sounds of bliss.

  “You feel so fucking good,” he gritted against my ear, his thrusts deep, the fingers still inside me, building me once again.

  “Tell me,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want now.” I urged him closer, every slide of his body inside my most intimate spot feeling even better than the last.

  “You … hard. And deep.” My voice strained as his thrusts intensified. There was no stopping. He was pounding so deep and hard inside me that the desk shifted while paperwork plummeted to the floor.

  Fierce.

  Bestial.

  Dire.

  He groaned into my neck, his breaths uneven and choppy. “Rub your clit, Hartley.”

  His breathing slipped over into the sound I knew and craved. The low sensual tone I loved. I brushed a finger across myself, immediately falling into a second orgasm, seeing nothing but white.

  “Justin,” I whimpered.

  At the sound of my soft cry, thick currents of warmth entered my back hole as he groaned into my neck, filling me with semen.

  I leaned my head over onto the desk, utterly spent. I cringed at the slight discomfort when he dragged his semi-hard length out of me as we both lay limp across his desk, pulses slowing to normal.

  “Hang on baby.” He stood, turning on the water in the small sink. A warm wet cloth in hand, he gently cleaned me up from front to back. I stood and reached for my dress, not sure how I felt about what we’d just done.

  “I love you, Hartley.” He trailed a line of warm kisses across my neck as he raised the zipper back up my dress. Suddenly, I felt calm and secure again as he met my eyes with his.

  “I love you, too.”

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Hartley

  “You ready, sweet thing?”

  I smoothed down my hair one last time and smeared on a light sweeping of lipstick.

  “Ready,” I answered.

  Suddenly, I felt ready to conquer the world. Why wouldn’t I be? I had Justin by my side. I sucked in a breath, threading my arm through his as the latch on the office door snapped into place. I felt different … again. Something between us was over and above what it had been only an hour ago. What we’d just done was so intimate. It wasn’t just sex, but one of the deepest love-making experiences two people could share. For the first time in my life I was satisfied. I felt gratification. Hope for the future with this love of my life, no matter the challenges.

  Inside the large event room, it was obvious the hours of work that had gone into the planning. Everything was immaculate. Hundreds of Venture’s renowned pink lilies lined the floors in big baskets, looking even more beautiful against the soft dim lighting filtering throughout the room. The stage was empty, the dark curtains still tightly sealed. Several masked men already rested behind their tables staring at the empty podium, anxious for the drapery to open. Some seemed relaxed, visiting with each other and sipping on beverages, others sitting quietly, only staring ahead. Soft sultry music streamed through the built-in speakers.

  Sam walked out from behind the stage curtain, her eyes searching for Justin. She smiled. Dressed in a short, tight, gold dress and matching sky-high stilettos, I suddenly felt the sharp pinch of self-consciousness I’d sensed around her before. Every set of eyes in the room followed her as she walked, the tips of her ass cheeks barely concealed under the hem of her dress, while her small perky breasts bubbled over the top. Bull’s eyes followed her intently, watching every step she took like he was her own personal guard. I knew she was a strong submissive and wondered if she was presently in a
relationship. Something made me think she might be seeing Bull, the vibes between the two of them enormous, but something in her eyes as she glanced at Justin made my stomach rumble. What set off that feeling?

  Wealth and influence filled the room. I assumed Justin made millions from these events. Reflections of him shelling out five or six figures for a sub in past times, tightened my chest in a way I couldn’t explain. Maybe because I knew he had.

  “Justin.” Out of breath, Sam tossed the side of her shiny straight blonde hair over to one side, the brightly colored maroon tips brushing Justin’s shoulder, the small move once again bothering me for some strange reason. “We’re about fifteen minutes from show time. Can you look over this really quick?” Justin pulled out a chair on his other side and Sam sat down, opening up the folder in front of her.

  I glanced around. A tall man in a slim-cut, charcoal-gray suit with his face only partially covered by a silver mask, caught my eye. He was taking a seat on the far side of the room, while a tall blonde woman in a clingy black dress stood in front of him. The skin-fitting dress ended inches above the blonde’s knees with long, extra-wide slits running up both sides, exposing the lack of undergarments. A deep vee ran down her entire torso, stopping at the top of her pubis bone and revealing a small sparkling ring hanging from her belly button. The masked man spoke to her while her head nodded, still looking toward the floor. He smiled, whispering something in her ear. That smile seemed faintly familiar. The young lady raised her head, smiling back and sat down beside him.

  He turned to glance at the empty stage.

  His profile…it was Jackson.

  Holy hell! My big brother was at the auction.

  Sam and Justin were quiet, concentrating on some sort of paperwork together as my chest pummeled. He didn’t tell me my brother would be attending. My head swirled with questions. Crap. Of course, he hadn’t said anything. Everything done at Venture was strictly confidential. But it was Jacks!