by Lexi Blake
“I fucking hate these things, but that’s why you wear them, isn’t it?” He growled the question as he ripped the little silk thong off her.
And she couldn’t deny it. It wasn’t really because she knew he hated them. It was more a case of needing to take her identity back. Alex had forbidden her to wear underwear when they’d been married, and for a long time after they had divorced, she hadn’t been able to stand the feel of them against her skin. She’d been filled with a perverse need to prove she was in control of what she wore, the same way she’d been with food. Alex had demanded she indulge, so she took control and portioned out what she was allowed.
He pulled at her ankles, forcing her down the desk until her ass was almost hanging off. He forced her legs apart, but then he knew damn well what that did for her. This was the only way she could allow herself to submit anymore. She’d thought, just for a moment, that they could have something more, but if this was all there was between them, then she would take it.
“Ask me.”
She closed her eyes. He always demanded this of her. It was the one thing he’d held hard on. He’d been willing to give up kissing her, sleeping cuddled close, but she knew he would never give up this.
“Alex, will you touch me?”
“Not good enough.”
He wanted to hear her talk dirty. “Alex, will you put your mouth on me?”
He flipped her over so fast she could barely register the movement. One minute she was flat on her back and the next she was face down on the desk, her legs scraping to find the floor. A hard smack blasted through the office, and she felt her eyes tear up. He slapped at her ass five times in succession, and every inch of her skin lit up with just the right amount of pain. God, she needed this. She had no idea how she would ever get through a day without the possibility of his hands on her.
Even with everything they had been through, she couldn’t stop wanting this man. It had been this way since the moment she’d laid eyes on him, and she was damn sure she’d go to her grave with him in her heart.
He leaned over, one hand tangling in her hair. He pulled gently, but every nerve in her scalp came alive. The bastard knew just what pulling her hair did for her. Her pussy started to pulse, just begging for release. She could feel his erection along the seam of her ass. Years. It had been years since he’d taken her there, since he’d shoved that massive dick inside and made her scream his name. “All right, angel, here’s the truth. You’re going to give me what I want. You might have me so hamstrung with rules that I can’t see straight half the time, but I am the Master of this. You will say the words I want to hear or I’ll walk away. No more spanking. No sex. You’ll feel achy all day long, and you’ll wish you had just said the words.”
He tugged on her hair, proving his point as she gasped with pleasure.
“Please, Alex, please eat my pussy. Please lick me and bite me and fuck me with your tongue.”
She could feel his breath on the back of her neck, his mouth hovering there. He ran his nose through her hair, breathing her in before he stood back up and gave her another ten quick hard smacks that left her breathless. He turned her back over.
“Spread your legs wide.” His voice was dark chocolate and full of command.
Eve did as he demanded, placing her heels on the edge of the desk, her pussy wide open to his view. Her heart was racing, blood pounding through her system. She hadn’t been this spontaneous in years. She’d put Alex in his place and she’d kept him there. Her bedroom, once a week, no kissing, no sleeping over.
But she couldn’t turn him away now. She felt greedy and desperate to get his mouth on her. If he’d given in, even the tiniest bit on the Evans situation, she would probably be kissing him for the first time in years, devouring his mouth and hoping for the future.
Alex loomed over her. “If this is all I can get, you know I’ll take it.”
He dropped to his knees, and she felt his nose right where her labia parted. He always seemed to love her smell. She’d been so self-conscious at first, but Alex had broken her of the habit and of so many self-defeating insecurities. He’d loved how she looked and smelled and simply was, and somehow it had been enough for her.
She let her eyes roll back as he took that first long swipe with his tongue. Just for a few moments, nothing mattered. Not the past. Not the future. For these brief moments, they were just Alex and Eve again.
This was heaven.
As Alex pressed his tongue against her, it was all she had not to beg him for more.
Chapter Five
Alex wanted to give her so fucking much more. He wanted to rip every stitch of clothing off her and kiss her from head to toe. He would sink his hands into her soft hair and tug on it. He would spend at least an hour on her mouth, learning it again, sucking on her lips and her tongue, rubbing them together and holding her head to his so he could eat her up.
He would use his hands to worship her, not leaving an inch of that porcelain skin untouched, unloved. He would take all day, and no one could stop him. He would tie her up, using an intricate Shibari design. He could spend hour after hour lovingly winding silk rope around her body, creating a dress to show her off in.
But he had to settle for this. He had to follow her rules now. No kissing. She only was willing to be touched all over when he got her so hot she forgot her inhibitions. This was the only way she could accept affection now. Every touch and caress, every word, had its place and its boundaries.
And he still needed her. He loved the way she smelled and how wet she got for him. Her pussy was pink and hot with arousal, her cream already making the walls slick and ready for his cock. He swiped at her pussy, letting his tongue go from her tight cunt all the way up to the jewel of her clit. He could hear her little moans and cries, each one going straight to his cock.
She was the perfect picture of a satiated female, with her skirt shoved around her waist and two buttons of her blouse undone. He could see the mounds of her breasts peeking through her lacy bra.
A knock on the door jarred him. He nearly growled as he heard a familiar voice. “Eve?”
Liam. Damn it. His Irish accent grated as did the worried tone of his voice. He knew they weren’t involved, knew that Liam was a good friend to her, but he hated the fact that she spent so much time with him, giving him her advice, her soft smile, and her laugh. He sucked her clit into his mouth, biting down gently. He wanted to make sure Liam didn’t think he was hurting Eve. Oh, no. He wasn’t hurting her at all.
She groaned, the sound loud and sure.
“I’ll come back later then.” He could hear Liam chuckle as he walked away.
“Bastard, you knew I would nearly scream,” she whispered as though she could still keep what they were doing a secret.
He knew exactly what to do to get her to scream, and he didn’t care if everyone in the office knew that they were making love. “I’ll make you do more than scream, angel. I’m going to make you come.”
She was the only woman he’d touched in a sexual way since he was fucking twenty-three years old. She was the only woman he wanted to touch for the rest of his life. The thought of having to have sex with Amanda made him queasy, but she was the best sub for the op. He’d gone over every possibility, and she was the only one who made sense. She was a cop. She had some experience, and she’d always been obedient. He would find a way around the sex. He would fake it. Hell, he wasn’t even sure his dick would work without Eve. He could make up some shit story about withholding his cock because of his sub’s bad behavior. All that mattered was staying true to his wife so he could come home and try again.
Once he’d freed her from Michael Evans’s power, they could start over.
“Please, Alex.” She looked down her body, licking her lips as she watched him lick her pussy.
He pushed her thighs farther apart, spreading her wide for his delectation. He suckled on her clit, not enough to make her come, but just enough to send her hips moving against his mouth. This was
what he lived for. He dragged the flat of his tongue all through her pussy. The flesh was soft and hot, like butter drizzled with honey.
He fucked into her, his tongue diving deep. He pulled her close so he could go as far as his tongue would let him. He rubbed his nose against her clit, pressing down hard so he was stimulating both parts of her gorgeous pussy. Over and over he fucked and rubbed until he felt her letting go, her hands finding his hair and pulling him close.
She was on the edge, right where he wanted her to be.
He kissed her, sucking each side of her labial lips into his mouth as he let a finger find her cunt and fuck deep. He put his tongue right on her clit again as he curved his finger up into her pussy, seeking that spot that always got Eve going. She was so responsive, so easy to take to the edge. When she was squirming against his tongue and fingers, he felt about ten feet tall. He was surrounded by Eve. Her scent, her taste. The silky feel of her skin became his whole world.
His cock was dying, but he liked it that way. It fucking meant he was alive, and she was still with him. Every pulse and play of her flesh licked along his spine. He would have her soon. He could revel in pleasuring her because he knew his time would come.
He slid his free hand under her ass cheeks. Even though she’d lost weight, her ass was still curvy and lovely. His favorite thing in the world was smacking it over and over until it was a gorgeous pink. He loved everything about it from the sounds—the hard smack and then her sweet little gasps and moans—to the way her skin got hot and pink, signaling her readiness. When he saw that rosy sheen to her backside, he knew her pussy was soft and wet and ready for him.
He’d tugged on her hair, wanting her as wet as he could get her. Eve loved it rough. She was the perfect sub for him. He wasn’t a complete sadist. He didn’t want to hurt her, but he wanted his sex nasty and dirty and hard, and Eve responded to that.
He fucked two fingers high into her cunt as he sucked on her clit, biting down. With his free hand, he held her steady, his fingers sinking into the sweet flesh at her hips. Her tangy taste filled his mouth as he curled his fingers up, and he felt her start to shake and moan.
Her honey coated his tongue as he felt the little muscles of her pussy clenching his fingers tight. She kept quiet as she came, the only sounds little harsh gasps and sighs.
He pulled his fingers out, licking the cream from them before he tore open the fly of his slacks. His erection was thick and pulsing, desperate to get to her. He shoved his boxers down and took his cock in hand. He looked down at her. She was a gorgeously decadent sight with her satiated eyes and wanton pose. Her chest was moving up and down, her nipples straining against the thin material of her bra and silk shirt. With his free hand, he reached down and palmed a breast. Like the rest of her, they were smaller than before, but he loved their shape and how they swelled in his hand.
“Alex, we should talk.” She was coming out of the haze of lust. He could see that plainly. He only had a couple of seconds to bring her back in or she would shove him out of her office, and they would part with nothing solved between them.
“You’re going to leave me like this?” He stroked his cock knowing damn well she wouldn’t do it, but a little kernel of resentment was stoked inside him. She wanted to talk after he’d given her what she needed, but taken nothing for himself. “I’ve followed all your rules. Are you through with this, too?”
“Alex,” she whispered his name and for the first time in a long time, he saw some emotion on her face. “I don’t want to fight.”
He wanted to take her in his arms and carry her home and take care of her all over again. “I don’t want to fight either, but if you’re not going to let me have you, you should tell me now so I can find a shower and get the water as cold as possible.”
She sat up, and he was sure she was going to straighten her clothes and turn him away. He hadn’t done what she wanted him to and that seemed to be the dynamic of their relationship now. Her eyes turned down, and she watched his cock. “That looks painful.”
“Yep.”
A little smile curled her lips up, and every word out of her mouth was a throaty seduction. “I’m a therapist. I can’t leave a person in pain.”
She reached out and touched him. He damn near came right then and there. It had been forever since she’d touched him for anything but balance and support during a scene or very vanilla sex. She licked those sultry lips as she stroked him up and down.
Her palm was soft, and she held him with a sure grip, her white-tipped nails forming a fist around him. He let himself enjoy the feel of her gripping his dick until a big problem occurred to him. Damn it. He wasn’t prepared for some afternoon delight in her office. “I don’t have any condoms.”
He kept a box at her apartment because that was the only place they had sex anymore. Maybe he could just let her stroke him to orgasm. It might be heavenly to watch as her small, perfectly manicured hands stroked him over and over.
A wicked grin crossed her face. “You also don’t have lube, and in a couple of minutes this is going to get rough on you.” She gently swiped a thumb across his cockhead, gathering the fluid that beaded there. She was right. It wouldn’t be enough. A good hand job required lube.
He pulled away. Fuck all. Now he was sexually frustrated on top of everything else.
Eve lay back on her desk, her legs parting again. “It’s all right. We both know neither of us has a disease.”
They’d only had sex with each other for over a decade.
A sad look came over her face. “And we both know the other problem is very unlikely to occur. Make love to me before you leave. One last time.”
It wasn’t the last time. It couldn’t be the last time. He wouldn’t let it be. She would see that once he’d finished this chapter of their lives, they could start a new one.
“I can’t let you go, Eve,” he reached down, taking charge of his cock and placing it right on her entrance. Heat threatened to overwhelm him as the head slipped just inside. Every muscle in his body tensed as he forced himself to hold still. “I just can’t do it.”
He surged in, and her eyelids slid closed as she took a long breath and adjusted to his cock. “You can’t let go of a lot of things. That’s our problem. But this isn’t our problem. God, you feel so good.”
She never talked during sex anymore. How pathetic was he that five little words from her were all it took to make him feel ten feet tall? He felt good to her? Well, he could give her more. A lot more. He gripped her hips, hating the clothes between them. He wanted her naked and laid out for him, but the situation was far too urgent. He needed her right now.
So tight. He had no idea how she stayed so fucking tight. Years and years had gone by. They’d made love more times than he could count, and every time he got inside Eve felt like the first time. And there wasn’t anything in between them. He’d been using condoms for years, telling himself it wasn’t so different. He’d been wrong. This was primal. He was connected to her. She could put all the rules and walls between them, but for these few moments, they were together.
The heat threatened to curl his spine. His cock was surrounded, engulfed in her. He had to force his way in, inch by glorious inch. Her legs came up, circling his hips. The feel of her heels pressing into him made him groan. Those heels of hers could leave marks on him for hours afterward, and he loved it. Days later he might feel a twinge of pain and remember just how hard she’d come.
This was where he wanted to be. This was where he always wanted to be.
He let his head loll back, his senses taking over. He rolled his hips, trying to get as deep as he could go. He let his hand drift to her clit. He wouldn’t last long. He could already feel a tingle along his spine as his balls drew up, ready to shoot off and fill her up. There was no way he could last when she was so wet and clamped so tight around him.
He fucked into her, letting his instincts lead him. All the way in and then back out before sliding in and up, seeking her G-spot. Over an
d over he pounded his flesh into hers as though he could mark her and force her to stay with him, to never leave him.
Her heels dug into his backside as she held them tightly together. It was a fight to pull out far enough, but the sweet friction was doing its job and quickly. He pressed down on her clit, circling it with his thumb until he heard her gasp, felt the tension of her orgasm on his dick, and he couldn’t hold back a second longer.
He poured himself into her. Come bubbled up from his balls, shooting off in waves of pleasure. He dragged oxygen into his lungs as a sense of peace settled over him. He fell forward, his chest against her breasts.
“Alex.” She held still underneath him. “Alex, you should move now. I can’t breathe.”
He was heavy, but she used to love having him on top of her. He forced himself to move, to leave her. His head was reeling, but he knew one thing. This wasn’t over. His hands shook slightly as he pulled his boxers up and refastened his slacks. “We’re going to talk when I get back. Don’t think I’m going to let the situation stay this way forever.”
Ian was right. He’d let her drive the boat for too long. If they were going to have any kind of shot at staying together, he had to start pushing her boundaries.
She sat up, trying to straighten her clothes. She didn’t meet his eyes. “Then don’t go.”
She was still trying to control everything, but he couldn’t let her this time. If Evans was out there, it was only a matter of time before he came after them again. “I have to, but I’ll be back.”
Her voice was shaking a little as she hopped off the desk and pulled her skirt down. He wanted to reach out to her, but she turned away. “If you go back into his world, you’re going to start another war.”
The war had never ended. It had just been put on hold. She should know that more than anyone else. “I love you, Eve.”
He turned and walked away, trying to put his mind to the task at hand.
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