When You Only Need To Ask (The House of Sin: The Beginning)

by Hadleigh Stephens

  “Oh, God, don’t stop.” A deep moan slips past my lips as my pussy throbs until it shatters in a second equally powerful orgasm that shakes me to the tips of my toes. My orgasm’s hard enough to see stars. I practically black out from the intense pleasure, trembling with the power behind it.

  The next thing I know my ankles are free. I feel his hands go beneath my back and he flips me to my stomach without waiting for the shudders to fully subside from the glorious orgasm he just gave me.

  “Hands and knees.”

  I push myself up on shaky arms and legs and wait. His hands push against my shoulder blades until my upper body rests against the mattress with my ass in the air. He caresses my backside, kneading, and rubbing until I moan aloud. I whimper waiting for him to fill me up.

  I sigh in relief. Nearly sobbing with need when both of his hands go to my bottom and he pries my cheeks apart. I feel him run the broad head of his cock up and down the crack of my ass right before he plunges his thick length into my dripping pussy—driving into my heat.

  After he’s seated himself deep in my body he kisses a warm, wet line up my spine paying close attention to the where the angel wings decorate my shoulder blades. At the feel of his tongue sliding over my spine, I buck and strain desperate for another release. My arms jerk against the restraints desperate to touch him, desperate to grip his muscled back as he flexes his hips and ruthlessly drives into me. Again and again he fills me, slamming balls deep into my body wringing tiny gasps from my throat.

  “Angel.” I feel deep emotion filling that one word, my name. At the same time, his hands glide up over my rib cage to brush the sensitive underside of my breasts with the backs of his fingers. He closes is hand around the firm mounds where my nipples are still painfully tight after his delicious torture.

  I groan as he kneads, strokes, and pinches my puckered nipples in the front and pummels my pussy with his big cock from behind.

  “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t’ stop,” I murmur over and over while he rocks against my bottom hard and fast. Our bodies slapping together in a ruthless rhythm as sobs of pleasure push past my lips with each frantic plunge. I push upwards, my bottom against his stomach, taking him in deeper.

  “God your fuckin’ pussy is sweeter than I could’ve ever imagined.” He covers my body, his chest pressed into my back, his words a growl in my ear as his hips continue with their savage thrusts.

  I groan and gasp as his big hands clutch my hips, holding me steady as he pumps deeper and deeper. He hits that spot over and over and stokes the flame of arousal to even higher levels than before. Just when my body tenses ready to burst, he pulls out.

  “Cowboy!” I draw out his name on a moan.

  He swats my ass twice with rapid, sharp snaps of flesh against flesh.

  “Sir,” I quickly squeak out in surprise.

  “Hold on, Angel.” He flips me again and I’m on my back. “I want to see your face when I come inside your tight little pussy.” His groan long and low as he slides back into my welcoming heat. He grunts as he thrusts harder and harder. My head falls deeper into the pillow, my eyes closed.

  “Look at me, Angel.”

  It takes effort, but my eyes flutter open to see his glittering gold in the darkness. His thrusts deeper and deeper, his lips attach themselves to mine. He sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and bites down hard enough for me to taste my own blood. His tongue whips out and soothes the wound he’s inflicted, then plunges into my mouth in a rhythm that mirrors his cock ramming into my pussy.

  “God, you’re so sweet,” he murmurs. “Wrap your legs around me, Angel. Grip me tight with your beautiful thighs.”

  And when my thighs clasp him tight, he goes even deeper, as if we’re now one.

  “Yeah, just like that, baby.”

  I grow hotter with each nudge of my cervix and can no longer control the hard pants of air that are pushed from my lungs with each deep drive into my body.

  He works long, slow thrusts, then fast, short thrust. He alternates over and over like he’s trying to figure me out. Figure out how I work. What makes me tick? What gets me off? And that’s what gets me off. Him figuring me out.

  With one more twist of his hips he hits the spot already sensitive from two orgasms and my breath quickens as I climax. Not big. Not explosive, but tiny ripples that shoot straight down to my toes and a sob breaks free as tears trickle down my cheeks. “Cowboy.”

  “Angel.” He grips my hips thrusting harder. His breathing grows shallow and fast, a groan rises deep from within his throat. He drives inside me, a thick, wet slide, and I cry out in throaty pleasure. He thrusts up into me, a hard, steady, relentless rhythm until he finds his own release. His body shudders as he drives even deeper inside. My muscles still fluttering, draining him, milking him. He continues pumping in and out of my hot channel until his heat empties completely, pulsing deep. Even in the haze, all I can think is I wish I could’ve seen his face.

  He collapses over me, his slick body sticking to mine as he inhales deeply pressing his chest against my belly. He cradles his cheek against my rapidly rising and falling breasts. He pushes himself up on his elbows without a word and I nearly cry out when he leaves the bed for a moment. He returns quickly, but doesn’t speak. Not until he carefully unlocks my wrists rubbing each shoulder, kneading his way over the muscles of my back and down my arms until I sigh. “How’s that?”

  “Fine.” My brain is mush and that’s all that comes out.

  He lightly swats my hip.

  “Hey, I’m just kiddin’.” I pout. “I’d be better if I could see.”

  He pulls the tie from around my eyes and I blink into the darkness with only the crack in the bathroom door giving off any light.

  “Heavens,” I sigh, taking slow even breaths as I gaze deeply into his eyes. Laugh lines fan out from the corners.

  “Yes indeed.” His laborious breathing echoes the cadence of mine making me smile. “Believe me, Angel, you don’t disappoint.”

  My body softens at his praise.

  His expression turns thoughtful as his hands smooth over my back in soothing circles. He stares down at me, his nostrils flaring as he watches his fingers thrust gently into my hair. He seems to be mesmerized by the red strands filtering through his fingers.

  His fingertips rake over my scalp as he massages my head with a firm, gentle touch. I slump against the bed as he continues finger-combing my curls, from my scalp to the ends of my hair and any leftover tension melts from my body. I sigh, my blood still thrumming through my veins from all the magnificent orgasms.

  His head lowers to nuzzle my neck, teeth closing gently on my skin giving me chills when he nips at my throat sending sharp spikes of pleasure once again to my core.

  My fingertips graze his full, masculine lips. “Cowboy.” I lower my eyes, my cheeks flushed with heat, my eyes capturing his. I stroke over his jaw, his stubble deliciously rough against the pads of my fingertips. “I want to touch you so bad.”

  He’s silent for a long moment. His eyes searching mine dark and impassioned. He growls as he pulls me close. His teeth flash in a most satisfying grin right before he sucks my index finger between his lips. I relax within the strong, muscular arms wrapped around me, drunk from his tongue on my body. My eyes drift closed when I wrap my arms around him and let my hands run over the smooth expanse of his muscles that ripple beneath my touch.

  My eyes open as he cups my cheek with his left hand, wrapping my hair around his right fist and gently tugs my head back.

  He kisses me.

  Kisses me tenderly.

  The tenderness steals the breath from my lungs. His tongue glides with silky ease over the contours of my lips, lingering. He doesn’t stop, but tangles his other hand in my hair tilting my head back even further as his tongue sweeps across mine, branding me with his sweet taste, firm lips, and his heat. I curl my hand around his nape restlessly winding my fingers in the textured silk of his hair.

  “What did you do the pas
t two days while I was fighting crime?” He leans forward, glancing heatedly in my eyes. His warm breath blows over my skin while his eyes watch the goose bumps expanding over my arm and the tiny hairs stand up.

  “Sex, sex, and more sex.” I wrinkle my nose mischievously. “And then I sold a few marital aides.”

  “Marital aides?”

  I lift one brow and purse my lips. “Politically correct term for dildo’s, whips, chains, and nipple clamps. Silly, huh?”

  He throws back his head and laughs. I feel the surge of his cock as it hardens against my hip. “Hearing that come from your mouth makes me hard as a rock again.” He grimaces, shifting uncomfortably, and my whole body twitches.

  “Now who’s being ridiculous?” I whisper hoarsely.

  “Am I?” He scans my face. “You liked the clamps. You liked the flogger. You liked being bound.”

  I can’t deny any of that. “Yes, and I know what you like.” I snap my finger in front of his face. “You don’t change that at the drop of a hat. Is that enough for you?” I let out a sigh of exasperation.

  “Maybe not,” he says. “But I’d be a fool to ignore when someone like you falls into my lap. Don’t you agree?”

  I shrug.

  He taps my lips with a grin on his face.

  I roll my eyes exaggeratedly up to the ceiling. “You’re gonna drive me crazy with that.”

  “Well at least you’re talking now.” His dark chocolate eyes flicker over my face. “All relationships have learning curves.”

  “Do you have a dungeon in your house?”

  He lets out a low chuckle. “No I don’t have a dungeon in my house.” His arms tighten around me.

  I move right on to the next thing on my mind. “You need it,” I say on a rush of air with a quaver to my voice. His eyes close and he takes a deep breath which worries me just a little because in the short amount of time that we’ve known each other, he’s been more than patient.

  He sits up, pushing his back against the headboard. “Sit up.” His voice is a low rumble.

  I sit up, gripping the sheet in front of my body and face him with my legs crossed.

  “No, Angel, I need air. I need food and water. I need you.”

  I look deep into his eyes. “Don’t treat me like I’m stupid, Cooper. You’re a Dom.”

  “I like it. That’s a world of difference. You think I need a rope tied around you to get off?”

  I shrug.

  He taps.

  “I don’t know,” I breathe out in exasperation.

  “I can get off just hearing your voice from across the room. That’s a first for me.”

  “You don’t get it,” I shout, a flash of temper darkening my countenance and I drop my eyes at my outburst.

  “What don’t I get, Kimberly?”

  He watches me without seeming to and I notice because I’m hyper aware of everything he does. He studies me as if he’s trying to find out what I need when all the while he’s watching me coming to grips with what I need. My heart pounds, my palms sweat, and I have no freakin’ clue how to say what I need to say.

  “Kimberly?” He tugs and I fall against him, his arms circling me, crushing my slight curves to his hard body.

  “I need it,” I mumble against his chest, almost too soft for him to hear. “It’s what got me through. I would get hurt doin’ something completely stupid and I would feel. It was a tangible way to feel. Everything else was locked up so tight and I didn’t know how to get it out. I was afraid to get it out.”

  “Angel,” he urges, stroking my back. “Are you wondering if you’re missing something? Is there an emptiness that needs to be filled?”

  “I need it. Well at least a little.” I heave a deep sigh, trying to calm my nerves. I release my breath slowly, in and out, for several long moments before speaking again. “But I don’t know how to go about it without all the shit.” I hang my head. “It wasn’t supposed to be that way.”

  “If you’re with the right person, there’s no shit.” There’s a definite edge to his voice.

  “Nate was my first non-vanilla relationship and he’s a fucking dick.” I clap a hand over my mouth at the less than flattering observation that flew out.

  “I hope you don’t think I’m a fucking dick?” He shoots me a look, leaning forward.

  I snort. “Far from it.” I pause, before lifting my eyes. “I think you’re too good to be true.”

  He moves quickly, gripping my nape with one hand and the other arm encircles my waist holding me still. He takes a deep breath before placing a tender kiss on my temple. With his brown eyes holding mine captive, his voice rumbles near my ear. “Reality is always harder to believe than fantasy, Angel.” His lips open over mine, hot and hard. In between kisses he lays me back down making me forget what we were talking about only moments before.

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  A gentleman does not lose control of his temper

  Too good to be true.

  I think about it all day because this has been the craziest couple of weeks for me. And that alone sounds crazy.

  Couple of weeks?

  Is that really all it’s been?

  Weeks?

  I feel like I’ve lived a lifetime in these past couple of weeks. With everything that has happened, and the amazingness of Cooper, there’s no way in the world I can stop my lips from curving up in a contented smile. How had he gotten me to start acknowledging my feelings in such a short amount of time? Lots of people had tried. Most just gave up.

  He does it for me. Yet for some odd reason, my insecure mind still wonders if I truly do it for him.

  I leave work dog tired, yet practically jogging down the sidewalk in my heels anticipating my time with Cooper. Especially after his little visit earlier this afternoon. Not to mention, the little chat I’d had with Merrick. That was an eye opener.

  I’d sat across from Merrick in my living room drinking a glass of sweet tea, working hard at not revealing too much. Some things are private after all, especially from one’s brothers.

  “Why didn’t you tell us?” He’d asked quietly. A little too quietly and little too patiently for my piece of mind. When I just sat there in silence he’d added, “You had to know we would be there for you no questions asked. Instead you allowed us to think the worst.” He leaned forward in his chair with his hands gripped tightly over the arms.

  I’d blown out a frustrated breath. I know how much I’d hurt my brothers. The raw edge in Merrick’s voice alone cut deep. Deeper than any of the hurts I’d endured over the past few months.

  Once again I’d resorted to one of the lamest excuses I’d ever heard. “I was embarrassed.” There went that word again. “I didn’t want either of you to know how weak I’ve been.” I’d lowered my eyes. Just knowing that they probably knew some of the things I’d done was enough to make my inside flutter nauseously and my face to turn an ungodly shade of red.

  “Look at me,” Merrick ordered softly. He is a master of ordering, especially when it comes to his baby sister. Maybe that’s where I’d gotten my proclivities. The fact that I’d been surrounded by a bunch of men who’d gained some sort pleasure from bossing us mere women around. Guess it gave them a sense a power. At least I could say that Merrick and Colt really did have my best interest in mind. They only wanted to protect me. To keep me from being irreparably harmed.

  I’d swallowed and lifted my eyes.

  Merrick had studied me in silence for a long time. The seriousness of his look was one I couldn’t recall ever seeing before. “Never again will you cause me this much worry, ya hear?” He paused. “Us this much worry,” he added. “It’s taking every bit of my will to not beat the shit out of that fucker, Kimber.” He growled and it was a scary sound even to me, and I knew him well. I knew he wouldn’t harm me and it was still scary.

  I’d looked at him and nodded solemnly.

  “Promise.” Merrick stared back, his green eyes steely with determination.

  I’d leveled a star
e at him. “Fine.”

  “Kimber?” Merrick pushed like he knew I was being smart ass. I was. Never could hide it. Everything’s always written across my face even I can’t say the words.

  I’d rolled my eyes. “I promise.”

  Merrick’s gaze narrowed and a frown marred the line of his mouth. “I don’t want to worry about you again, Sis.” He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. I’d sat in amazement when he lifted his hands and they shook as he scrubbed them over his face. It frustrated me that I had upset him to that extent. I’d watched as he’d gripped the arms of the chair once again to still them. “You’re my baby sister. Can’t...” His voice broke a little and I’d watched as he took a hard swallow before he continued. “Don’t want to deal with that shit again.”

  How could I explain all that was running through my mind? I’d needed a quiet place. I didn’t want to think about it anymore. And I definitely didn’t believe that I could of remained polite for much longer. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs.

  “Kimber?” Merrick prompted when the silence grew longer. “Talk to me.”

  “Ya’ll can’t keep me caged, Merrick.”

  “Damn, Kimbelry.” Merrick frowned. “We don’t want to keep you caged. It’s your life. Your needs are your needs. Your wants are your wants. There ain’t nothing Colt or I can do to change that.”

  I’d just stared at him.

  “But someone’s gotta have your back. And they can’t do that if they don’t where you’re at.”

  I’d just sat there. Every once in a while something triggered in my brain and the sights, sounds, and scents of the accident burst to the forefront of my senses and bile would rise uncontrollably in my esophagus. I would see Nate’s face, his teeth bared and panic would set in and the loss of control and an inexplicable fear would surface at the most inconvenient times.