Beyond the Cut

by Sarah Castille

“Don’t worry. I turned it off. It was set to wake me for work.”

  “I’ll find you a new job.” He leaned against her dresser. “One where you can sleep in so I can fuck you all night long. Tell me where and what, and I’ll make it happen.”

  “The restaurant.” The idea formed in her mind even as the words dropped from her lips. “I want to manage it since you now own it after making Stan sign the deed over to the Sinners. We had a solid customer base and great staff, and now they’ve all lost their jobs. I’ve been working there longer than anyone, and I took business management courses when I started my degree. I think I could make a go of it.”

  He liked it. His woman working for a Sinner business. Anything that would keep her in Conundrum, he would do. “I gotta run it past the board. I think they’ll go for it, but on one condition.”

  Her forehead creased in a frown and Cade laughed and kissed the creases away. Damn she was cute when she was riled.

  “What condition?”

  “You gotta finish your degree and then help me with the Sinner finances. You can work with the legit businesses and I’ll handle everything else. We’ve got too much work for one person to handle, and we can’t trust any outsiders.”

  “I would consider that, but I have a condition, too.” She tugged the tank top over her head and he immediately put aside any thoughts about jobs or conditions. Damn she had nice tits. And beautiful curves. Soft, creamy skin …

  “Cade. Up here.” His mind cleared enough to warn him she’d been talking and he’d been … distracted.

  “I’ll need help with the restaurant and tuition until I get things going, but I don’t want you to give me the money. I want a loan so I can buy the restaurant from you and pay back the tuition. The restaurant always turned a good profit, so I don’t think it will take that long.”

  His heart swelled with pride. His woman. Working for his club. Was there ever a greater aphrodisiac?

  Dawn slid her shorts over her hips, inch by inch, slowly revealing what he was burning to see.

  Yes, there is. He lunged. She backed away.

  “You didn’t say anything about my conditions.”

  Cade gritted his teeth. The only condition he cared about right now was the condition of his cock, which was hard and throbbing and in need of release. He lunged again and Dawn shook her head.

  “This is my show.” Dawn held the shorts just above her mound, running her thumbs along the edge. His mouth watered and he couldn’t drag his eyes away. He’d heard talk of women who had men by the balls, but he’d never thought it could happen to him.

  “What does that mean?” He liked women who knew what they wanted in the bedroom, but he needed to be in charge. He’d had no control growing up as a child, watching his mother suffer and being unable to stop the abuse. Now that he had the control he so desperately craved, he couldn’t give it away.

  She lowered her shorts another inch. “I was going to seduce you, strip off your clothes, tie you up, take you in my mouth, and make you beg for release.”

  “Here’s the problem with that plan.” He licked his lips when she let the shorts drop just enough for him to see her golden curls, glistening in the soft light of her bedroom lamp. “First, the minute I see you I am seduced, so no effort required there. Second, you don’t strip off my clothes unless you’re naked, else I’ll be ripping things off you. Third, no one ties me up and lives to tell the tale. And fourth, I never lose control.”

  “Never?”

  “Never.”

  “What if I did this?” She cupped and squeezed her breasts, then rolled her nipples between her thumb and forefinger until they peaked.

  “Someone’s courting trouble.” He crossed the floor, scooped her up, and tossed her on the bed. Dawn squealed and twisted away. But before she could get off the bed, Cade pinned her down and straddled her hips.

  She looked up at him, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. “I like this kind of trouble.”

  He bent down and a drew a rosy nipple into his mouth, sucking and licking until she arched on the bed beneath him.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful. I wanna fuck you till you scream my name.”

  She lifted her hips, grinding against the bulge in his jeans. “How about if I moan your name real quiet so I don’t wake the kids?”

  He drew her other nipple between his teeth. “Moaning is good. Screaming is better, but I can adapt. First, though, I’m gonna tie you up, and make you so damn hot and so damn wet and so desperate for my cock, you won’t know whether you’re moaning or screaming, and the only thing you’ll be thinking about is how bad you want me and how hard I’m gonna make you come. He climbed off the bed and rifled through her dresser drawers. Dawn sat up and frowned.

  “Can I help you with something?”

  “Ropes, scarves … these will do.” He pulled a bundle of nylons from her drawer and gave her a wicked grin. “Do you trust me, babe?”

  * * *

  Did she trust him?

  Dawn stared at the nylons in his hand, and her mouth watered in anticipation. He hadn’t been kidding when he said he wanted to tie her up, and she was curiously unafraid. Jimmy had been rough, but conservative, in his sexual tastes, and since he was the only man she’d ever been with before Cade, she’d spent a long time fantasizing about something more. And Cade was all about something more.

  “Kinky bastard,” she murmured when he returned to the bed, resuming his position in a straddle across her hips.

  “I take that as your consent to go ahead with my plan.” He tied one of the nylons around her wrist and then drew her arm up over her head, pausing as he slid it between the bars of her headboard. “Yes?”

  Her heart thudded against her ribs. “Maybe I just want it missionary style.”

  “Says the woman who was down on her knees with her beautiful lips around my cock not so long ago.”

  Dawn smiled. “That was a good night.”

  “This one will be better.” He dropped a kiss to her lips. “Do you trust me, babe?” he asked again.

  “Yes.” She answered without thinking, but almost immediately she felt the truth of the word. Knowing the lengths he would go to protect her, and tonight, when he’d watched over her girls … yes, she trusted him, in a way she’d trusted no one else.

  He tied the nylon to the headboard then slid a finger between the fabric and her wrist, ensuring it wasn’t too tight.

  “Those are very expensive nylons. You’d better not get runs in them.” She wiggled beneath him, brushing her taut nipples over the soft cotton of his T-shirt. “I’ll need them for when I run the restaurant I’m going to buy from you with the skills I’ll learn at college.”

  “Behave.” He pinched her nipple hard and Dawn let out a moan.

  “Christ.” He tied a second nylon to her other wrist and then through the headboard slats. “Maybe I’ll have to gag you, too, or I’m not gonna last.”

  “You don’t want to do that, or you won’t get the benefit of my mouth.”

  Cade laid a finger against her lips. “The kinda sass that comes outta that mouth makes me fucking hard, babe. So careful or I’ll go ahead with that plan.”

  She tilted her head and drew his finger between her lips, sucking until her cheeks hollowed. Then she swirled her tongue over the tip and around the length. He tasted of leather and chrome, with a hint of outlaw danger.

  Cade stilled, his eyes riveted to her mouth, his chest heaving beneath his cut. She could feel the weight of his cock beneath his jeans, pressed against her stomach. God, she wanted him bad.

  Gently, he drew his finger away and brushed the hair back from her face, his hand lingering on her temple. “I’m fucking addicted to you. I can’t get enough, and the more I have, the more I fucking want, till I’m thinking about you every goddamn minute of the day.”

  “That was sweet, except for the cuss words.”

  He lifted an admonishing eyebrow, and then tested her bonds. “You think you’re really in a position to give me attitud
e?”

  “If you take off your jeans, I will be.” She licked her lips. He tore off his clothing.

  Naked, his cock proudly erect, he knelt over her, giving her a long moment to appreciate the taut planes and angles of his body. Damn, he was perfect. From his lean, narrow waist to his broad shoulders, and from his firm pecs to the rippling six-pack, partially hidden by the soft downy trail leading to his shaft, thick and heavy, the head pink with the promise of pleasure.

  “Are you wet for me?”

  “I get wet just thinking about you,” she whispered.

  “Always knew she was a dirty girl.” His words vibrated over her skin as he worked his way up her body, kissing every inch of skin. “My dirty girl.”

  “Your old lady.”

  Desire sparked in his eyes, fierce and hot. “Mine.”

  And then he reached her breasts and she couldn’t speak for the need pounding through her veins. He took his time, his hands stroking and squeezing as he sucked and licked her nipples. Dawn writhed on the bed, pulling against the bonds until they chafed her wrists.

  “If you hurt yourself, I’ll throw you over my knee and spank you,” he murmured against her breast.

  “This just gets better and better. Or maybe it’s worse and worse. I can’t tell anymore. The only thing I know is that I need to come so bad it hurts.”

  “Hmmm.” Cade stroked his jaw. “Hurting is bad.”

  “Very bad.”

  He cupped her sex with his warm hand then pushed a thick finger inside her wetness. “Does it hurt here?”

  Dawn’s body arched at the exquisite intrusion and she ground against his finger. “I don’t think your itty-bitty finger can reach where it hurts. Maybe you should use something bigger.”

  A cheeky smile played over his lips, and he added a second finger, pressing against her sensitive inner walls. “Like this?”

  “Not bad.” She yanked impatiently against the restraints, digging her heels into the bed, trying to get more of what he was holding tantalizingly just out of reach. “But maybe you have something even bigger and more … satisfying.”

  “Maybe I do.” He added a third finger, stretching her, filling her, making her eyes water with the sheer pleasure of his touch. “But you don’t get that until you come for me.” He thrust in deep, and then pumped hard. Dawn’s hips jerked, matching his rhythm, and the headboard banged against the wall.

  “Shhhh, babe.” He grabbed the headboard with his free hand. “You wake the girls and I guarantee you a night of frustration.”

  “It’s already a night of frustration.” She moaned and rocked against his hand. “Make me come.”

  He lifted an admonishing eyebrow. “Is that a request?”

  “It’s a goddamn fucking order from your old lady,” she bit out. “Make me come. Now.”

  “Pleasure.” He slid down and settled himself on the bed between her parted legs, his breath warm against her sex. “I like this view.”

  “Cade…”

  He stroked her curls. “Such a pretty pussy.”

  Dawn wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. Not with the girls in the next room. So she growled softly instead. “Stop teasing.”

  Cade looked up and grinned. “I got a bossy old lady.”

  “You have a wet old lady. Soon to be a pissed-off old lady who will be closing the heavenly gates if you don’t get down to business.”

  “Business? Not pleasure?” He leaned down and drew her clit into his mouth as he thrust his fingers back inside her. The sudden intense sensation of his warm, wet mouth, the velvet caress of his tongue, and the gentle suction of his lips on her clit finally took her over the edge. She climaxed hard and fast, burying her face in her shoulder to muffle her scream as a fierce burst of pleasure sizzled through her veins then faded into a gentle throb.

  “Nothing I like better than watching you come.” Cade feathered kisses over her mound, then slid his fingers out and wiped her moisture along her inner thigh. Deliciously dirty. Painfully erotic. But that was Cade.

  “Need more?”

  Dawn nodded. She was so wet, so wanting. The climax had barely taken off the edge. “I need you inside me.”

  He reached up and undid her restraints then flipped her over. “Wanna fuck you tied up, but I’m thinking the headboard is gonna be a problem. I want you so bad, I’m gonna take you hard, and I’m gonna take you raw, and I’m gonna be rough ’cause I know you can handle it.” He positioned her on her knees facing the headboard and knelt behind her, his chest tight against her back as he lifted her hands and wrapped her fingers around the iron rail. “There we go, beautiful girl. Don’t move.”

  She looked behind her, drinking in his lean muscles, and received a sharp slap of reprimand. “Eyes forward.”

  Far from hurting, the sting on her ass only added to her frustration. She needed him to relieve the ache in her core, and she needed it now. With a quick pleading glance over her shoulder, she spread her legs by way of invitation.

  “That’s what I like to see. My girl open and ready for me. Needing my touch.” His fingertip grazed over her folds, dipped inside testing her wetness, then brushed lightly over her clit, drawing a gasp from her lips.

  “So soft.” He leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, as his fingers wandered over her body, stroking her breasts and thighs, feathering over her sex. Dawn’s clit throbbed for more attention, and she clutched the headboard until her knuckles whitened. He felt so good, his body hot and hard against her, his hands confident as he touched and teased.

  “Cade … please.”

  He palmed the swell of her hips and spread her thighs apart with his knees. “Since you asked so nicely this time…”

  She felt the head of his cock probing her entrance and pushed back against him, too impatient to wait. Cade nuzzled her jaw, his breath warm on her cheek. “Not yet, babe. I want it to last.”

  Dawn groaned and released the headboard, dropping her arms to the pillow in mock defeat. Her cheek pressed against the cool cotton and Cade smoothed a hand over her back, from her nape to her ass, a soothing yet possessive gesture that made her bones turn liquid.

  “I like you like this.” His seductive whisper only served to inflame her desire. “You aren’t a submissive woman and yet you have the strength to give yourself to me.” He reached over the bed and pulled a condom from his jeans. He sheathed himself, then moved against her until his thighs were tight against her own.

  “Gonna start slow,” he said. “I want you to think of nothing but how I feel inside you, filling your pussy with my cock.” He held her firm, one hand on her lower back and one on her hip as he stroked into her body, inch by inch, forcing everything from her mind but the helpless anticipation of the moment he was completely seated deep within her.

  She had never enjoyed this position with Jimmy, always fearful of what was happening when she couldn’t see. He was never gentle with her, never cared about her pleasure. This was a position for cold, rough, sometimes brutal sex, where any sense of intimacy was lost. But Cade was totally focused on her, angling himself to hit her sweet spot, driving her crazy with the slow gentle friction of his thick cock inside her sex, covering her body with his own. She felt nothing but devastating pleasure, and a sense of connection she had never experienced before.

  “You like my cock, babe?” He slid one hand over her hip to toy with her clit, and she squirmed beneath him.

  “I love your cock. Give me more.” She pushed backward, taking him deeper, ripping a groan from his throat.

  “Squeeze me.”

  Driven by a relentless hunger and a desperate need for release, she tightened her inner muscles and rocked against him.

  “Just like that.” He pulled out and thrust again, harder this time, while his hand continued to roam her body. He knew just how to touch her to keep her on edge, stoking her fire until she thought she would combust.

  Unable to submit to his slow, controlled rhythm, she jerked back, trying to drive him deeper,
but Cade held her firm, letting her know with every powerful stroke that he was in control.

  “Take me.” He leaned over her, engulfing her body with his own, threading his fingers through hers on the mattress, a curiously intimate gesture that made her melt inside.

  And then he gave her what he had promised. With a last brush of his lips across her nape, he slid his hands down her body, grabbed her hips, and gave it to her raw and rough and hard. A soft cry tore from her lips at the intense, erotic pleasure. She wanted this—needed it—every stroke of his cock erased memories of Jimmy, made her feel powerful, wanton, and so close to climax she shuddered in anticipation.

  “Now. More.” She gasped the words and he twisted her hair through his hand, yanked up her hips, and drilled down into her center. Everything faded away. Fear. Shame. Pride. And the last of her inhibitions. She spread herself wider, opening herself completely to him, and he reached around and lightly pinched her clit.

  “Let it go. For me.”

  A low, guttural groan erupted from her throat as the climax engulfed her, sensation flooding her body in a molten wave of heat that left her raw and trembling.

  Cade hammered into her, using her body for his pleasure while he drew out her orgasm, sending aftershocks rippling out to her fingers and toes. His shaft thickened when he climaxed, pulsed and throbbed against her swollen tissue. Pleasure sparked through her when he groaned.

  Yes, it was sex, but there intimacy, too, something she had never had with Jimmy. And although it scared her, she couldn’t deny how right it felt to be here. Now. With him.

  He collapsed on top of her, his chest slick with sweat against her back, his stubble prickling against her shoulder. Dawn melted beneath him, content to stay buried in his warmth.

  “My beautiful girl.” He nuzzled her neck. “What is it about you that makes it impossible to stay away? From the moment we met, I had to have you. Every day after you left, I thought about you. And when I saw you again, I knew I would never let you go.”

  Maybe it’s because I feel the same way about you. But the words didn’t come.

  He kissed her again and withdrew to dispose of the condom. When he returned, he lay beside her on the bed, and pulled her against him, settling her head against his shoulder.