Filthy Dirty Fate

by Grace Morgan

  Lola helps me get my clothes off, and I easily tear off her pajamas. “I like those,” I say. “Make sure you pack them when you move in.”

  “You wouldn’t prefer something in silk?” she says with a sexy smile.

  Damn, I love her. “I like variety.”

  “Oh, I know.”

  There isn’t room on this bed for gymnastic foreplay beyond flipping Lola onto her back, but she’s already soaking wet so I slide home in a single thrust. It’s been so long since I’ve had sex without the trappings of kink and power exchange that I’m startled at how good this feels. It’s just me and Lola; the rest of the universe falls away. I stare into her eyes as I move inside of her. Her mouth is parted as she pants and her eyes go hazy with lust. I straddle the brink of orgasm and never want this moment to end.

  I push her to come first so I can watch her face as she writhes and screams my name. Her pussy tightens around me, and I’m helpless to resist her. I let go, letting the orgasm tear through me, the feeling drawing me out until every second feels like an eternity of pleasure.

  When it’s over I rest my forehead against hers as I catch my breath.

  Her fingers run through my hair in rhythmic circles. “Perfect,” she whispers.

  I couldn’t agree more.

  Chapter Seven

  Lola

  Burke’s warm weight is half on top of me. Normally I like to move more in my sleep, but tonight I’m content to feel the rise and fall of his breath and drift in a hazy twilight. There’s not an inch of space left on this tiny bed. It’s a good thing I’m moving into Burke’s place at Second Circle today.

  I smile lazily at the thought. It’s crazy how these thirty days have turned out. I don’t have much to move. I’m not attached to any of the furniture here. I’ll leave it all behind and take my clothes and mementos with me. It won’t take me long to pack. Carter can help me haul everything over.

  Carter. I need to call him. After everything he did to help me get together with Burke, I owe him a big thank you.

  I lift Burke’s arm off of me and tiptoe out of bed to the living room where I left my phone. I close the bedroom door behind me so the noise won’t wake up Burke.

  After I dial the number it hits me that Carter won’t be awake yet. He doesn’t like to get up until noon.

  He answers before I can hit the end call button. “Lola?” he says groggily.

  “Sorry to wake you up,” I whisper.

  “Why are you talking so quietly? Do you have a hangover?”

  “No. I’m trying not to wake up Burke.” I love the sound of those words so much I want to giggle as I say them.

  “Burke?” Carter sounds much more awake now. “He’s with you?”

  “Yes. He came over last night and we talked. Then we … you know.”

  “Fucked.”

  A horrified laugh escapes me. “Yes, if you want to put it bluntly. I’ll need your help moving my stuff back to Second Circle today.”

  Carter lets out a shout that I imagine is accompanied by a fist pump.

  “Are you talking to someone?” Burke says.

  I spin in place and see him standing in the doorway to the bedroom. I cover the mouthpiece. “Carter. He’s coming over to help me move boxes.”

  Burke raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you need to pack first?”

  “I don’t own much. Is your car here?”

  Burke studies his fingernails intently. “No. I walked.”

  I blink. “You walked from Second Circle?”

  “Yes.”

  And now I want to fuck him again. I smile at the thought of him walking all the way here—for me. I want to giggle, but I don’t want Burke to ask me why. “Okay.” I go back to talking to Carter. “When can you be here?”

  “Give me a couple hours to wake up.” If Carter were someone else, I would question why he needed hours to wake up. But he’s Carter.

  “See you then.”

  I hang up the phone and grin at Burke. I’m so happy I could burst. “We have a little time. And I’m naked.”

  Burke has, disappointingly enough, pulled his pants on and is therefore less naked than I am.

  “Breakfast?” he asks. “I saw a pancake place on the corner when I was walking here.”

  I stare at him speechlessly. “Breakfast?” That had not been what I was suggesting and I can’t believe he twisted my words that way.

  His grin is slow and devious. “Or we could stay in.”

  I cross my arms under my boobs. His gaze wanders down over my curves. “In, thank you,” I say.

  “How about this,” Burke says, stalking toward me. “I eat breakfast, then we both get dressed and go out to eat before Carter gets here.”

  “That doesn’t make any sense. You can’t eat here, there’s no food in the fridge.”

  “I wasn’t talking about food.”

  My eyes widen. “Oh.”

  He kneels in front of me and pushes my legs apart. I brace my hands in his hair. “I feel like I’m being so greedy,” I say.

  “Don’t. You’re giving me everything I want.”

  His mouth is on my pussy, and I bite back a moan. He’s so good. I’m actually glad he’s spent so much time perfecting his skills, because now he’s pushing me to heights so far I’m dizzy, and I’ve lost track of the ground.

  I give up holding back and scream his name loud enough to wake people three buildings over.

  I don’t care. I’m moving today, anyway, and I have Burke. Nothing is more important than him.

  He teases me with his tongue and fingers, drawing me out to the edge of my orgasm before letting me fall back again, never quite giving me what I want.

  “Please, please, please,” I beg him. I’m sizzling with anticipation because I know how amazing it’s going to be l when he finally lets me come.

  He rolls my clit between his fingers, and I tumble over the edge into my orgasm. Light dances behind me eyelids, and I lose all sense of time as the pleasure rushes through me.

  When I come back down, my muscles give out, and I slump into Burke’s arms. He carries me back to the couch and wraps his arms around me. I sigh and rest my head against his shoulder.

  “Give me a minute before we go,” I say drowsily. And then I fall asleep.

  ***

  I wake up mysteriously dressed. I have no idea how Burke managed to get my clothes on me while I was asleep. He deserves kudos for it. It couldn’t have been easy.

  I open my eyes and try to get my bearings. I’m on my bed. I can see from here that my closet is open and empty. Soft voices drift through the doorway and a tray of food has been left beside the bed for me. I pick up the tray and poke at the pancake on it. Still warm. It couldn’t have been left long ago.

  My stomach rumbles with hunger from all the athletic activity I’ve been up to, and I dig into my breakfast with gusto. When I’m done I wipe syrup off my face and follow the noise.

  Burke and Carter are in my living room with a pile of cardboard boxes. Burke has labeled them all. There’s clothes, kitchen utensils, towels, misc. One look around my apartment tells me they’ve packed up everything except the furniture.

  “I wasn’t even planning on taking most of this stuff,” I say, wandering over to the stack of boxes. Burke gives me a smoldering smile and Carter winks.

  “Sleep well?” Carter asks.

  “Very,” I say. “I can’t believe you packed all my stuff for me.”

  “I’m ready for you to move in,” Burke says. “I was hoping we’d get it loaded up before you woke.”

  “I wasn’t as comfy without you there.” I do one last check of all the drawers to confirm everything is in the boxes. Burke and Carter get the car loaded. I decide to take everything but the furniture and sort through it once I get there. I don’t want to waste more time in this depressing apartment.

  Burke must have paid off my landlord, because he doesn’t say a word when I give back the key. I wonder how much moving me in cost Burke, then decide not to a
sk. I’ll figure out a creative way to pay him back.

  Carter drives and I climb into the cramped backseat between Burke and a stack of boxes.

  “Decided what you want to do first when we’re back at the club?” I whisper in his ear.

  “I have some ideas.”

  I shiver. I want the car to move faster so I can find out.

  “Oh.” Burke hands me my laptop. “I didn’t think you’d want this packed in a box.”

  My heart sinks at the sight of my computer. With everything that has happened since Burke showed up at my door, I’d forgotten all about my job. I still need to write an article. If it was an impossible task before, it’s even more impossible now. I can’t say anything bad about Second Circle, but if I don’t turn in something, I’ll lose my job. I’m not about to move in with Burke and expect him to pay my way because I’m unemployed.

  But I don’t want to talk about details right now and mess up the happiness we’ve just found. I put the laptop on top of the box pile and try not to think about it.

  When we reach Second Circle I help Carter and Burke carry my boxes up the stairs. A few staff members pitch in when they see us so we can make it all in one load.

  Seeing all those cardboard boxes piled up in Burke’s luxurious apartment finally makes what I’ve just done feel real. This isn’t a dream. I’m really moving in with Burke. I never suspected that someone as cautious as me could meet someone and move in with them so quickly. But it’s not just someone—it’s Burke.

  I text Lainey the news so that she won’t try reaching me at my old apartment. She texts me back a string of exclamation marks. There’s one person who definitely doesn’t think I’m making a mistake.

  Carter and Burke leave to park the car, and I’m left alone in the apartment with my boxes. I open them nervously and take the clothes to the bedroom. I already have closet space from when I was staying with Burke before, so I start unpacking my clothes.

  “Lola?” Burke calls as he gets back to the apartment.

  “In here,” I yell back.

  Burke steps into the bedroom and smiles at me. “We live together.”

  “Yep, we really do.” I can’t stop smiling.

  “I think you need a taste of what it’s like to truly live with a Dom,” Burke says.

  “Is that so?” I tilt my head coyly and wonder what he has in store for me.

  “There’s one thing I’ve been wanting to try with you,” he says. He pulls out handcuffs and a blindfold from where he’d been holding them behind his back.

  Left to move the car, my ass. He left to go get those. I can’t say I mind.

  “I won’t be able to touch you. Or see you.” He’s already shown me that being bound can be fun, but I’m less sure about the blindfold. I like watching Burke fuck me. I’m not sure how being blindfolded will enhance the experience.

  “You’ll like it. Pleasure guaranteed or your money back.”

  “Mm. That would be a tempting offer if I paid you anything.”

  Burke stalks toward me, and I fall back on the bed, my breath coming in shallow pants.

  “Wait. I have a question. Does this mean we’re exclusive?” I ask. It’s hard to imagine Burke being exclusive with me, but I need to know. It’ll only get more awkward if I assume without asking.

  “I haven’t touched another woman since you got here,” Burke says. “I don’t want anyone else when I have you.”

  My heart pounds so hard I’m sure he can hear it. “So that’s a yes?”

  “That’s a yes.” He smiles at me, and I’m so wet I want him to rip my clothes off.

  “Take off your clothes,” he says.

  I’m disappointed that he won’t be doing it himself, but I’m excited to give him a show. I strip slowly until I can see his erection tenting his pants, and he’s breathing just as hard as I am. Two can play at this game.

  When I’m naked he grabs my wrists and jerks them over my head. He snaps the handcuffs on so that I’m cuffed to the headboard then sets the key on a bedside table.

  “Tell me if you want to stop,” he says. I say nothing, and he slides the blindfold over my eyes.

  I gasp as the world turns black. I can’t see anything past the thickly woven fabric. Panic sets in and adrenaline hits my system.

  “Lola? Are you okay?”

  I suck in deep breaths until my heart starts racing. I’m safe. I’m with Burke. I slow my breathing, calming down, but I can still feel that extra energy burning in my system, begging me to work it off on Burke. “Yes. I’m ready.”

  He kisses the inside of my elbow. “Good. But I want you a bit more than ready.” He kisses his way down my arm then slides his lips across my skin until he reaches my nipples. Nerve endings flare to life at his touch. My nipples pucker to diamond hard peaks. My hips buck toward him, and I tug helplessly against the handcuffs. The insides of the cuffs are padded with felt, saving my wrists instead of rubbing them raw.

  Burke is going easy on me. I’m okay with that. For now.

  His teeth scrape my nipples. I hiss and arch against him. I want more—and he gives it to me.

  He rolls one nipple between his fingers while he sucks on the other. I’m writhing against him and incoherent words fall from my lips. My pussy is so wet I can feel the slickness dripping down my thighs.

  Burke’s other hand finds its way between my legs. With the blindfold on I have no warning before he plunges his fingers inside me.

  I moan, unable to brace myself against his sensual assault. He fucks me with his fingers, teasing my clit, and then pulls away. Over and over he varies his movements in a sensual torture that I can’t predict it. I’m wild with pleasure and wanting him.

  “Fuck me,” I demand.

  “I don’t remember giving you permission to give the orders,” he teases.

  I let out an animalistic sound of frustration. I want his cock inside of me, and I can’t even see to know where it is.

  After dragging me to the edge of my orgasm, I feel the thick head of his erection before he thrusts inside of me. My hips buck desperately against him, and I scream his name as he fills me. He’s good, so good. My entire back comes off the bed as I writhe with pleasure. God, I love this man. His cock, his whole being, and especially his heart.

  My moans turn to screams and bounce off the walls of the room. My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave and drags me under. I’m blind and starstruck, and I can’t seem to remember how my lungs work.

  When Burke unties the blindfold my face is sticky with sweat. “Was that good?” he asks with a smile.

  “Good,” I say. “I guess I’m fine with you being in charge.”

  “Hmm.”

  Burke unlocks the handcuffs and I wrap my arms around him. My head fits perfectly into the crook of his shoulder. I never want to move again.

  Chapter Eight

  Burke

  I watch Lola sleep. I can hardly believe she’s here permanently and she’s truly mine. After everything it took to get here, we’re finally together. I kiss her forehead and she moans as she wakes up.

  “Is it morning already?”

  “No,” I tell her. “Go back to sleep.” My lie doesn’t stand up against the light streaming through the window.

  She smiles at me. “I’m glad you’re not a dream.”

  “I’m glad you’re not a dream, too.”

  “Good.” She snuggles against me. “I’m not going to write that article about Second Circle. I want you more than that job. I can find a new job.”

  I stroke her hair while my mind wanders. “You could work for Second Circle. I’ve been meaning to find someone to run the website and blog.” It’s something I’ve given a great deal of thought to.

  Lola snorts. “You’re just saying that.”

  “No, I really do need you.”

  Her face is radiant enough to challenge the sun. “Really? Okay. I’d love to.”

  I probably should have checked with Carter before telling Lola about the job, but
I’m sure he’ll agree. Lola is fantastic, and she makes me happy. If it wasn’t for Carter’s nudging we might never have gotten over ourselves and gotten together.

  “I can’t believe how easy this feels,” Lola says. “I always thought of our relationship as impossibly complicated but I guess that was fear talking. ”

  “It’s not always going to be easy.”

  “I know. And I’m okay with that. I’d rather bet my heart on you and know I tried then walk away and keep it.”

  “I’m glad you bet on me. I promise it will be worth it.”

  “It’s already worth it.” She doodles on my chest with her finger. “But I was thinking, we should set Carter up with someone to pay him back. Let him suffer a little heartache for a change.”

  “Carter?” I snort. “He’s not really the falling in love type.”

  “Oh, I don’t know. Stranger things have happened.”

  She smiles at me, and I know right then that I’m the luckiest bastard in the universe.

  I would do anything for this woman. Even sell Second Circle for her. Maybe it would be good to make sure Carter doesn’t fall in love so that I can sell him my share when we’re ready to have kids. I love this place, but I can’t picture raising a family here.

  It seems like I’m rushing things, but I can easily picture raising a family with Lola. I used to think suburbia sounded like hell, but if that’s something Lola wants, then I’ll be standing right beside her. I can just picture it: the former BDSM club owner, grilling burgers and coaching soccer on the weekends.

  I laugh at my own crazy imaginings. One step at a time, I remind myself.

  “I love you,” I whisper.

  “I love you more.” Her smile is light as cotton candy.

  “We’re going to become that sickening couple that everyone wants to punch, aren’t we?”

  “Oh, yes. We’ll walk around holding hands and giggle at our own private jokes and give each other the same picture for Valentine’s day. We’ll inspire so much loathing that we’ll bottle it and use it as a new energy source.”