The Bad Boys of Eden

by Avery Aster

  “Why not?” he asked. He still held her robe but he’d stopped trying to wrap it around her shoulders.

  “Inside is reality, however harsh it may be. I came outside to escape it.”

  His brows pulled together. “Bonnie, look around you. Nothing about this place screams reality. Hell, I’m not even sure if you are really here or if my imagination has conjured you. And if one more person says the island is going to give me what I need, I’m liable to hit something.”

  Bonnie raised her hand and tried to hide the smile threatening to burst free. She also worked to tamp down the joy she felt knowing that she’d been on his mind today too. “I know what you mean, Sir. But at least out here, I don’t know, there’s something wild about it. We’re free.”

  He stared at her for several long agonizing heart beats. She really wasn’t trying to tell him what to do. Standing in front of her, he seemed as cagey as the storm. The short sleeve navy shirt he wore hugged his body in the wind and the ink on his arms drew her gaze. And now that she’d seen him fully naked, she ached to see all of him again. Too many tattoos to count covered his skin, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t run her fingers or maybe even her tongue over each and every one until she’d memorized them. Yeah, she liked that idea.

  “I seem to have a hard time saying no to you.” He pulled her back into his arms and brushed the hair out of her eyes. “But you need to learn a lesson in not getting your way all the time. On your knees.” He dropped her robe at her feet, making a temporary cushion.

  She blinked once, then twice, before slowly sliding to the ground, feeling happier than she’d felt since leaving Purgatory.

  Dex tangled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back until their gazes met. “Now tell me what brings my sub out into the unpredictable wildness of a passing storm?”

  She thought about skirting the truth and avoiding any embarrassment when he discovered the real mistake she’d made. But she’d done enough damage keeping things inside. If nothing else, she’d tell him the truth, he’d reject her and then she’d know. “It kind of fits what’s inside me.”

  “Elaborate,” he said while rubbing his fingers into her scalp. The firm, insistent pressure began melting some of her anxiety.

  “I haven’t felt right since I walked out at the end of our scene.” She closed her eyes at the memory and fought back the rising tears.

  His grip tightened. “Nope, don’t close your eyes, little girl. I want to see you as you apologize for your actions.”

  Her stomach jolted at his use of ‘little girl.’ It never sounded quite right coming from him. Maybe because that’s what Jim always called her, or maybe she just didn’t want to be a little girl anymore.

  “I am sorry. I acted like a child unable to handle the slightest change in our relationship.”

  “We had sex, Bonnie. Considering that was one of your previous limits, it deserved some consideration. We needed to talk. We still do.”

  Dex took a step closer and Bonnie held her breath. He was so close to her, she thought she felt the heat coming off his body. Not to mention his crotch was practically in her face and close enough to touch.

  “What else?”

  “I didn’t expect to feel so emotional. I mean after—you know.”

  “After we fucked?”

  She winced. Her brain had told her all along it wasn’t love. Just sex. Or more like just fucking. But she hadn’t listened as usual.

  He must have sensed the drop in her emotions because he pulled her against his thigh and turned her head so that her cheek rested against his pants. “There’s never anything wrong with fucking, Bonnie sub. Especially with you. Every sweet moment was damned amazing. Then on the couch…”

  His voice changed to a hoarse whisper before trailing off. She lifted her head and stared at him. His eyes were screwed shut and his jaw clamped tight. He was lost in a memory. Of them? But the tension made him look stressed not happy.

  God she was so confused. What did it mean?

  Whatever it was, she couldn’t pass up another moment to make a memory neither of them would forget. But this time she wanted to focus on his pleasure.

  “Sir?”

  His eyes flew open and he looked down, his gaze locking to hers.

  “Can I touch you? I mean.” She paused. “Really touch you?”

  She saw the little muscle work repeatedly at the side of his jaw as he considered her request. There wasn’t much chance in hell he’d say yes, but the tension lines in his forehead and neck told her he needed something. Maybe not exactly her, but maybe who didn’t matter as much as what right now. At least to him. To her, it meant everything in the world for him to allow her to give him pleasure.

  Finally, after a minute or two passed he nodded his head and spoke. “I’ll allow it.”

  She kept her smile small and polite, as protocol demanded, before she reached for the waistband of his pants. With shaking fingers she unbuckled his belt and pulled it slowly from the loops.

  “Kiss my belt, Bonnie girl. Show it some respect because I plan to use it to warm your ass later.”

  Her stomach flipped at the thought. He’d never used something other than a flogger or a whip. This felt far more personal. He wore it on his body and now wanted to use it on her. She pressed it to her lips while keeping her gaze locked on his. Damn, just the idea of him using this on her got her impossibly wet. Then she handed it back to him for safekeeping.

  She lifted her hands and went for the button keeping his waistband fastened.

  “No.” He blocked her hands. “Hands at your side and no touching until I say so.”

  Her lip trembled with the need to protest. So much for getting her way.

  He leaned forward and rolled one of her nipples between his fingers until giving it a pinch that nearly made her squeal. Her reaction changed something in him as he tore at his jeans, released the button and zipper, then shoved the pants out of his way until his cock bounced free from confinement. The thick gloriousness of him in her face made her mouth water. She couldn’t have stopped from licking her lips if she tried. But when he grabbed it and wrapped his long fingers around it in a tight fist, she moaned.

  “Damn, Bonnie. How can you be this perfect? I should stop this.”

  Fear shot through her. He couldn’t stop now. “Let me please you just this once.” She begged, not because she had to, but because that’s how bad she wanted to do this. “Just once.”

  “You and I both know there is no just once between us. I’m afraid that’s going to be the problem. We need to talk about boundaries.”

  “I promise we’ll talk. Right now I need you.”

  The tight compress of his lips eased a fraction. “Then suck me, Bonnie sub. Suck me good.”

  Oh. My. God. Her sex clenched as she leaned forward and slid her lips over the crown of his bulging erection. There her tongue went to work, laving the sensitive underside with frantic side-to-side sweeps. Heat flooded her from the top of her head to her feet. She no longer cared about anything else because she had him right where she wanted him.

  “Fuuuck,” he said. It actually came out more like a groan than a word. He wrapped his hand around the back of her head and pulled her toward him, forcing her to swallow a lot more than the tip.

  Bonnie focused on relaxing so she could give up control and take what he wanted to give. That’s all that mattered right now. What he wanted. Or what she could do to drive him crazy with pleasure, as he so often did to her. When he eased the pressure on her head, she sucked hard, determined to not only take more, but to prove how much she wanted him. Maybe, just maybe, if she showed him how much this meant to her, he’d understand she wasn’t exactly what he thought.

  “Dammit, woman. Your mouth is almost as hot as your pussy. And it’s going to kill me.” His fingers tangled in her hair and tightened on the strands. Tingles erupted along her scalp and traveled on a shiver down her spine. She imagined goose bumps covering her flesh.

  In a desp
erate attempt to not be distracted by how good he made her feel, she grabbed his thighs for balance and swallowed against him. For a second her gag reflex kicked in before it calmed again. To her surprise and great pleasure, he grew thicker and a pulse of precum landed at the back of her tongue. That burst of tang and musk broke her restraint. She pulled back and dove forward again, shoving him again as deep as she could take him. She didn’t stop there, repeating the move over and over again.

  The tingles in her scalp turned to fire that only fueled her faster. Between her desire to give and his hand assisting her efforts, Bonnie began to shake. Despite the wind still gusting around them, all she heard was the heavy breaths sawing in and out of Dex’s lungs. The noises deep in his throat alternated between moans and grunts as she did everything in her power to push him over the teetering edge.

  “Bonnie…” He half-yelled and half-groaned.

  One minute she had him buried in her throat about to come and the next he’d pulled her off and was hoisting her over his shoulder.

  “Dex. Sir. What are you—?”

  He didn’t let her finish before she received a burning smack across the back of her thighs.

  “Shut up, Bonnie.”

  “But—”

  Smack.

  “Seriously. Stop talking now.”

  Chapter Eight

  Dex tightened his arm across the back of Bonnie’s legs and squeezed harder. Fucking woman and her goddamn mouth. No female should be that fucking talented. Two seconds more and he’d have come so hard down her throat she’d have choked.

  Never in his life had anyone threatened his control like she did. He jerked at the door and it popped open under the force of his anger and slammed against the wall. He slapped his hand on the wood to keep it from bouncing back and hitting him in the face.

  The need to be inside her rode him so hard, he could barely fucking breathe. His vision had blurred when they were outside and he’d not only crossed over to the danger zone, he’d kicked the fucking barrier out of his way. She wasn’t supposed to be his, but his body wasn’t listening to his brain. He had every intention of claiming her in every possible way before the night was over. Fuck the fancy dungeon and fuck this island.

  Right now he wanted in her. Period. He glanced across the cavernous space where the bedroom waited and instead swung her toward the desk he’d used earlier for drawing. Much better.

  From here, they had a view of the outside storm and he was beginning to understand why she enjoyed it so much. The dark clouds and violent waves matched every dark emotion he couldn’t control washing through him. He eased her onto the table as much as possible, but she still had to use her arms to keep herself from falling against the glass window.

  “Dex—”

  He narrowed his eyes and growled. She got the message and clamped her lips shut. If he had a modicum of control left, he’d take the time to find a gag.

  Instead he spread her legs, grasped the root of his cock and pushed inside her tight, wet sheath. Dex forced himself to stop when he’d worked his way to fully seated. He had to find the will not to hurt her and give her a chance to adjust before he rode her like the animal he now was. All the blood in his body had drained to his cock and trying to control it was damned near impossible.

  “You drive me fucking crazy, baby. All I can think about is your hot cunt wrapped around my dick.”

  Her muscles fluttered around him as he spoke and Dex dug deeper for some resolve while fighting pleasure so intense, he barely breathed. She didn’t understand the kind of demands their connection brought out in him. Talk about caveman. He gritted his teeth and let the rumble in his throat roll deep and loud.

  “You weren’t supposed to be here.” He couldn’t resist working two of his fingers at her clit until she squirmed against him. With another wave of pleasure rolling through him, he realized nothing he did when she was around turned out smart. “The plan was I’d spend a few days here, work you out of my system and then, when my head was on straight, help you find a new Dom.” He pulled half way out of her pussy and shoved back in on a hard thrust.

  “That’s the way it was supposed to be, dammit.”

  Letting some of the turmoil keeping him wound tight free, Dex fucked in and out of her glorious pussy. Every thrust was met with a pleasure filled moan from Bonnie until he couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled free. “On your knees, Bonnie sub.”

  She twisted with his arm and settled on her hands and knees on the desk. In this position, they were both facing the window and when he entered her from behind the first splash of rain slammed against it.

  “God Damn, Bonnie. I can feel everything like this. Your beautiful pussy is clinging to me.”

  She cried out, either from his words or the possibility he’d hit the sweet spot inside her. Either way, he kept going, moving in and out of her in a fast, furious rhythm.

  “I tried to be gentle with you, you know. But it’s impossible. You’ve driven me damn near crazy at every turn.” He leaned over her back and played with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. This was the only way he knew how to try and calm the raging need storming inside him. He literally wanted to drive into her until they both passed out.

  Bonnie pressed a hand against the window and wailed. She loved having her tits manhandled. He pinched both nipples until he heard the catch in her throat. Mmm. He should have grabbed some clamps from his bag. The weighted ones would be perfect.

  Dex moved again, stroking her silken walls until he knew she was ready to explode. He trusted she’d find a way to wait until he gave permission. She was a good girl.

  He increased the tempo of his thrusts. “This is all you, baby. You did this to me.” Dex grabbed the mass of dark hair she kept flinging around and pinned her head in a backward slant. “One taste of you and all I can think about is how to get inside you again. I have half a mind to chain you to my bed and never let you go. I could turn you into my personal sex slave.”

  His stomach jerked at the image of beautiful Bonnie with the generous curves collared and chained like a slave girl. That would certainly take the daddy thing to a new level for her. And the idea she’d be naked and ready for him whenever he wanted drove him to fuck her harder. She bounced and jerked under the onslaught and only his hands gripping her hair kept her from a full face plant into the window.

  He studied her back and marveled at the gorgeous crimson flush of her skin. He imagined that perfect porcelain skin with his ink worked into it. The new design from earlier flashed through his mind and he knew immediately that no matter what happened, she had to have it. Had to.

  In the back of his mind, he heard a voice telling him to slow down and take things easier with her. He ignored it. She woke something inside him that had no conception of satiety. It only wanted more. And he aimed to answer that demand. Dex lifted her hips until her feet left the floor and slammed fully inside her.

  “Never. Going. To. Get. Enough.” He punctuated each word with an equally hard thrust. Her body shook roughly now and he knew she couldn’t hold out much longer.

  “Do it, Bonnie. Come on my dick. Fucking soak me.”

  Her wail started deep inside until it grew to a scream. Every muscle in her body quivered and her pussy sucked on him so hard, he thought he’d fall right behind her. But he didn’t. Instead he fucked her so damn deep, he imagined his cock touching every inch of her. Hopefully striking every nerve ending, until his Bonnie girl became one writhing mass of electric pleasure.

  Eventually her screams turned to whimpers and he decided he’d give her a break while he changed their positions. He wanted the bed and he wanted it now. He slipped free from her clutching body.

  “No,” she cried.

  He ignored her protest and no longer cared that she’d broken his no talking rule.

  “Don’t fret, baby girl. I’m not done. Not even close.”

  He hauled her into his arms and carried her across the room to the bedroom suite. No sooner had they clear
ed the door, he maneuvered her face down onto the mattress. He lifted her hips until her pussy was perfectly aligned and he thrust into her.

  “Oh my God,” she cried. She tried to push up with her hands, maybe scramble away and he grabbed them out from under her and folded them around her back. With probably more force than he needed, he held her down and fucked her like the brute he’d always thought he could be.

  “Dex. I—I can’t breathe.”

  “Yes you can, baby. Take it nice and slow.” He urged her to breathe slowly while his hips picked up the pace. He felt like the damned energizer bunny with the power switch flipped to unfucking believable. His whole body burned with all the sleepless nights when he’d imagined only this. Fucking his Bonnie sub.

  “Come again, Bonnie. Do it.”

  There was nothing rational about them now. He wanted her wet and crying when he finally exploded.

  “You’ve been killing me for weeks. Hell, a lot longer than that." As he stroked in and out of her, his weight bore down on her arms until he knew she couldn’t move an inch.

  “You're mine, girl.” He doubted she heard him. Her muffled screams were still loud and filled the cavernous room. Her body bucked and twisted as the most powerful orgasm he’d ever seen rolled through her. He’d gotten her off more times than he could count and never had she been this out of control. Or this into the moment. He never wanted it to end.

  Oh shit.

  His cock jerked with a mind of its own. Dex squeezed his eyes closed and after a few seconds of useless fighting he gave up, unleashing a blast that shot through him in spine-tingling time. He bellowed in unison with her screams as his release ignited another round of powerful spasms through Bonnie.

  Nothing in his life thus far had come even close to the pleasure of coming inside her. He’d marked her in more ways than one and neither of them would be forgetting it anytime soon. From this vantage point, he saw all the bite marks across her back and sides and he knew if he ever stopped gripping her hips she’d bear bruises for days.