Broken Toy [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations)

by Tymber Dalton

  “Bitch.”

  “Yep.”

  * * * *

  The protective, outraged fury in Bill’s tone warmed her heart. No one had ever sounded like that before on her behalf.

  Ever.

  Then again, even with her last boyfriend, in their months together she’d never revealed a fraction of her childhood to him as she had in the past few minutes.

  She hadn’t trusted him as much emotionally.

  With Bill, she felt…safe.

  “I can’t imagine what you went through. I’m sorry.”

  “No reason for you to be sorry. Wasn’t your fault. Looking back, in a way, I guess there are a few good lessons I picked up. I’m pretty cheap myself. It helped me out when I was in college and in life. And I’ve got a good work ethic.”

  “But you never learned how to play.”

  “Well, some might not say that’s a bad thing.”

  “You need a balance.”

  “That’s what my boss keeps telling me.”

  “He’s right.” He tipped her chin up so she had to look into his eyes again.

  Kiss me. Kiss me. Please, kiss me.

  His lips deliciously curled in a playful smile. “I won’t force you to do anything this weekend that you don’t want to do. You want me to stop, just say ‘red.’ No bullshit. Got it?”

  She nodded, her tongue reflexively wetting her lips.

  “I like to be in control,” he continued, “but that doesn’t mean I want to be an asshole, either. Also doesn’t mean I want to run your whole life. I don’t have time or energy for that. I want you to want to let me do things. It’s no fun if you’re not willing. But you can’t pull some bullshit where we do something and then turn around later and accuse me of going too far. You have to speak up. I promise you, I will not get angry with you for coding. Ever. Are you willing to do that?”

  She nodded. Please, fucking kiss me!

  “Then tell me what you want. What’s going through your head right now?”

  It felt like she could barely breathe. “I want you to kiss me,” she managed to whisper.

  His fingers gently clamped around her chin, firmly holding her in place. He slowly leaned in, teasing, until he feathered his lips across hers. Unbidden, her lips parted, a soft whine escaping her when all he did was lightly trail the tip of his tongue along her lips.

  It took forever, endless, sweet torture as he finally pressed his lips to hers, kissing her in a way no one had ever kissed her before.

  She’d already wrapped her arms around him, and now her hands clamped down against his shoulder blades, fingers ineffectively trying to dig in trough his shirt and draw him closer.

  He turned them, pressing her against the counter and firmly holding her in place while still refusing to let her rush him. He took his time, gently, tenderly, slowly increasing the pressure, until finally what felt like hours later his lips crushed hers in a bruising, possessive kiss that threatened to take her knees out from under her.

  Kissed before? Hell, she’d never been kissed before if this was the benchmark.

  When he finally lifted his head she went up on tiptoes, trying to maintain the contact.

  He let out a soft chuckle. One hand dropped from her back down to her ass. He grabbed a fistful of flesh through her shorts and squeezed. “Here’s what I want to do,” he said, his tone husky and dripping with lust. “I want to take you into the bedroom, tie you up, and explore every inch of your body with my lips until you’re begging me to make you come. Then I want to experiment with a little forced orgasm torture.”

  “Huh?”

  He grinned. “Make you come until you’re begging me to stop.” He pulled her body tightly against him, his bulge pressing into the front of her shorts through his jeans.

  Her clit throbbed in response even though ingrained responses damped her enthusiasm a little.

  His brow furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

  Nut up. “Can we please keep the lights off?” Fear swelled inside her as soon as the words left her lips.

  His expression softened, his arms once again enveloping her, instantly transforming from demanding to comforting, cradling her against him and dissolving her worries. “Of course, sweetheart. If that’s what you want.”

  She closed her eyes and listened to his heart thrumming away under her ear. “Thank you.” Of anything, that had probably been her greatest worry, that he’d want the lights on, or he’d berate her for her request. Her ex had always managed to make her feel stupid for wanting the room to be dark when they made love. Thought she was a prude for not wanting to share the bathroom or shower together.

  He kissed the top of her head. “Sweetheart, this is what communication is about. You have to speak up and tell me things so I don’t do something wrong.”

  “Thank you.”

  “You said that already. You don’t have to keep thanking me.”

  “Yes, Sir.” He froze, which caused worry to spill through her again. “What’s wrong?” she asked.

  He began nibbling the side of her neck again with his lips. “Nothing’s wrong, except that I just nearly came in my jeans.”

  “Why?”

  When he lifted his head, he wore a huge grin. “What you said.”

  She thought about it, realizing the phrase had naturally fallen from her lips. “Yes, Sir?”

  He grabbed her, his hand fisting in her hair as he crushed her lips once again in a bruising kiss that sucked all the air from her lungs and left her whimpering with need.

  “That,” he said, his voice sounding throaty and deep, “is apparently the only thing you need to say to get your way with me. I won’t force you to say it, but dammit, I love the sound of it.”

  This was new. This was something she never remembered feeling before with a guy.

  Powerful in a good way.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said, deliberately this time, and with a playful smile.

  He grabbed her ass with both hands and ground his hips into hers. “You keep that up, you’re getting fucked right here and now. Even if I have to turn off the lights and bend you over the damn counter. It’s not nice to tease a guy who hasn’t been laid since before the last President was in office.”

  His cock ground against her, and she really wanted to shove her shorts down and let him fuck her right there.

  Then again…

  She did just that, his obvious shock nearly making her laugh. Backed against the counter, she boosted herself up onto it. She still wore her shirt, and as long as he didn’t make her take it off, she’d gladly let him fuck her right there for the first time. She already felt her juices running, her cunt throbbing and screaming to be filled.

  In a flurry of movement, he unfastened his belt and shoved his jeans and briefs down to his knees. He stepped forward then hesitated. “Dammit, the condoms are in my bag—”

  “I don’t care. I trust you.” She spread her legs and grabbed him, pulling him forward, wrapping her legs around his hips and drawing him in. Yes, he was a good eight inches, at least, and his cock jutted forward, homing in on the target.

  He grabbed her, both of them letting out moans as she reached between her legs and grabbed his cock, guiding him in until his full length was buried inside her. She closed her eyes and rested her head against his chest, sure she wouldn’t come this time because she never had before, not like this.

  His deep groan echoed through her, to the soles of her feet, through her clit, winding through her brain. Behind him she hooked her feet together, crossed at the ankles, keeping him there and wanting him deep inside her.

  Then he did something that startled her. He reached between them, his fingers finding her swollen clit, where they started rubbing. A cry escaped her, her eyes clamping shut as his hand sped up.

  In her ear he whispered, “Come for me, sweetheart.”

  A spasm swept through her pussy, not an orgasm, but she realized that between the delicious feel of his cock buried inside her, and his fingers on her clit, sh
e was very close to the edge.

  “That’s it,” he whispered, his voice sounding increasingly hoarse and strained, as if he struggled to hold back. “Let me feel you come. This weekend I own you like this, and I’m going to show you how good it can be.”

  Of their own accord her hips began rocking, back and forth, against his cock and fingers, the tingle quickly swelling into a bubble of need she thought might kill her if it didn’t pop, and soon. She held on, her arms around him, hands clutching at his shoulders, until she let out a cry. The bubble burst, her cunt clamping down on his cock, his fingers moving faster.

  “That’s my good girl,” he said. “You can’t lie to me. I feel you coming. You better get used to it, because you’re going to be doing a lot of it this weekend.”

  Another round hit her, even harder than the first. It didn’t begin to compare to the vibrator, feeling much deeper and more intense than anything she ever remembered feeling before.

  He shoved his hips forward, pressing even deeper, not relenting, fingers never stopping. “Such a good girl,” he said. “Look at how hard you’re coming for me.”

  She never wanted it to stop. She’d always scoffed a little at how the books she read described orgasms, because she’d never felt one that intense before. Nice, sure.

  Mind blowing?

  Not hardly.

  Wrong…

  It felt like the whole world had disappeared, and all that existed was the sound of his voice in her ear, the feel of his fingers on her clit, and her pussy deliciously impaled on his cock. After another forever, he pulled his fingers away and grabbed her ass, fingers digging into her flesh as he pounded his cock into her. His mouth crushed hers and with his pelvis hitting her swollen and throbbing clit with every thrust, she felt herself come one more time.

  Now I get it.

  She understood. Had it really taken her this long to find a guy she was compatible with in bed? Apparently so. Had she known it could feel this good, she might have tried a little harder years ago.

  Then again, I wouldn’t have found Bill.

  He lifted his head, a playful smile on his face, his pace never slowing. “You just came for me again, didn’t you?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  He let out a groan as he climaxed. Then he took several more hard, deep thrusts before falling still. She closed her eyes again and rested her head against his chest, both of them trying to catch their breaths.

  Then she laughed.

  He kissed the top of her head again. “What’s so funny, sweetheart?”

  “I just got nailed on my boss’ kitchen counter.” She snickered. “I don’t think I’ll tell him about this.”

  He made her look at him, his cock softening but still buried inside her. “Sorry. I meant for our first time to be a lot more romantic than this.”

  She draped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. “It’s okay, Sir. I think this might have been better.”

  His cock hardened inside her again as his grin widened. “Dammit, I’m telling you I get hard when you say that.”

  “Then maybe, Sir, I’ll spend a lot of time saying it this weekend.”

  He shoved his cock deeper inside her well-fucked cunt. “Then prepare to spend the weekend with my cock buried inside you.”

  “Maybe that’s what I want.”

  “So much for me taking my time.” He slowly fucked her this time. Every stroke built her desire more. “I don’t think I’ve felt this horny since I was a teenager.”

  She nibbled the side of his throat, working her way to his ear. “Maybe you’ll have to tie me up, Sir, to keep me from wearing you out.”

  “Goddamn!” His hips jackhammered into her. “I can’t hold on, baby.”

  She nipped his earlobe, making him groan again. As he fell still once more, he let out a laugh. “Sorry I couldn’t hold on that time.”

  She squirmed against him, realizing she’d made a tactical error. “Sorry, Sir.”

  “No, don’t be sorry.” He reached between them and found her clit once more. “I’ll just make you pay for that.” He played with her clit, teasing and tormenting her. He kissed her, rolling her clit between his fingers until she finally let out a cry that he swallowed with their kiss.

  Only when he was convinced he’d gotten her over did he lift his mouth from hers. “Better, sweetheart?”

  She nodded, trying to catch her breath. She felt like she’d just run a marathon. “Yes, Sir.”

  Stepping back, he kicked off his shoes and socks and shoved his jeans and briefs down and off. Then he scooped her into his arms and headed for the bedroom. “Now it’s time for round two.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Bill wanted to get her to bed, tie her up, and take his time with her. He felt a little bad that he hadn’t been able to control himself, but apparently she didn’t have a problem with it. Not if how hard he made her come was any indication.

  After gently laying her on the bed he pulled the blinds shut, which left the room dimly lit. He strongly suspected her issue was her scars, fear of his reaction to them, maybe even more than a touch of self-loathing involved.

  He didn’t care. If she wanted the lights off, they’d be off. Hell, he’d make love to her while he wore a blindfold, if that was what she wanted.

  One day he would work on that issue with her, if she’d let him.

  If they made it that long.

  Right now, he was hoping they made it for the rest of their lives.

  One step at a time.

  Outside, a flash of lightning snuck around the edges of the blinds, followed by a loud crack of thunder.

  He smiled down at her as he pulled his shirt off. “I think that’s a good omen.”

  “How?”

  “Remember the night at the mall?” He reached for his bag of rope and set it on the bed.

  “Maybe that’s a bad omen, then.”

  “Nope.” He heard the wind pick up as one of the rain bands started to pass through. “I take it as a good omen.” He knelt on the bed, staring down at her. “Arms, sweetheart.”

  “Do you want me to take my shirt off?”

  Her tone of voice told him all he needed to know. “That’s up to you. I can tell you’re sensitive about it. We’re here to have fun this weekend.”

  He watched her throat work as she swallowed, a nervous tell, he’d noticed. After a moment, she pulled her shirt off and dropped it over the side of the bed. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and in the dim light he made out the swell of her breasts, her taut nipples peaked and inviting.

  He sat next to her and gently took her wrists in his hands and raised her arms over her head, leaning forward to gather and pin her wrists with one hand. This left her breasts within reach of his mouth. He took the left one into his mouth, gently sucking on her nipple, flicking it with his tongue, enjoying the wordless gasps she made.

  When she was squirming on the bed, he released that nipple and leaned over to repeat the treatment with the right one. Her breath quickened, every sound she made sending blood back to his cock and getting him hard again.

  Had Ella ever done this to him? Yes, a long time ago, especially in the beginning. They’d always had a good and active sex life, but he’d been single almost as long as he’d been with her.

  This felt like more than just the first time with Gabe. It felt like the first time ever, all over again.

  Back and forth he went between her breasts, enjoying the sweet torment she was obviously going through, the way she sometimes tried to pull her arms free, not fighting him, just forgetting he was going to keep her where and how he wanted her, almost melting under his mouth every time he had to tighten his grip on her wrists.

  Eventually he lifted his head from her breasts. “I mean it,” he softly said. “This weekend, you belong to me. You can always code, no matter what. But unless you code, I’m in control. Okay?”

  In the dim light and full of passion, her brown eyes looked black.

  She nodded.
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br />   “You have to say it.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  His cock ached, screaming to be buried inside her again.

  But not yet. He’d gotten two out of his system in record time for him. He would savor the next one now that the initial frenzy had been satiated.

  “I want you to say the whole thing.”

  She blinked.

  “I want you to ask me for it,” he clarified. “Or code. Either way.”

  One little step at a time.

  She ran the tip of her tongue over her lips. “I want to belong to you this weekend, Sir. I want you to be in control.”

  His heart swelled. “Such a good girl to ask me to take charge.” He leaned in and kissed her, enjoying how she raised her head to meet him, her need washing off her in sweet waves.

  He shifted his position, stretching out over her, his body pressing her into the mattress, his hands still pinning her arms over her head. “I’m going to tie you up this weekend and work you into a frenzy. I’m going to make you beg me to fuck you, to let you suck my cock, to make you come. And then I’m going to make you come so hard and so much you’re going to beg me to stop. I meant it when I said it. I might not be a sadist into giving pain, but I definitely want to see that glazed look on your face, the one that says you know I belong to you, and you’re going to beg me to take everything I want to give you.”

  He felt her breathing speed up a little as she nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  He spread his legs, forcing hers apart, his cock rubbing against her clit but making no move to fuck her. She was wet and ready, from her own juices and the two loads of his cum he’d emptied into her. “Do you enjoy giving head, sweetheart?”

  She nodded.

  “Answer me. No is always acceptable.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

  “Good.” He sat up. “Stay right there.” He let go of her hands and reached into the bag, where he quickly found his handcuffs. He snapped them around her wrists. “Don’t move.” He gave her a kiss and climbed out of bed.