by Lexi Blake
“God, baby, your ass is pink.” Henry groaned as he spoke. “It’s gorgeous. Stay like this. Don’t move.”
She didn’t even want to. That was all? She’d been in a happy place. She wasn’t sure she wanted to come out of it yet. But then Henry’s mouth was on her skin, kissing the very place he’d just smacked. He kissed her all over, from the small of her back, grazing kisses along her cheeks to where they rounded down to her thighs. It was a sweet torture because what she wanted to do was to tilt her hips up and spread her legs wide so he could slip between them and play with her pussy. But he’d told her not to move, and she was trying to be a good girl.
“Stay that way. I have something else I need to do.”
He left her there. She could hear him get out of the hot tub, water dripping from his body as he made his way across the tile. There was the sound of a zipper coming undone and then a rustling as his hands moved probably into the bag he’d brought with him. She closed her eyes and imagined him as he walked back to the tub with the condoms in hand. He was so masculine. His clothes hid it well, but he was covered in lean muscle. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on Henry Flanders. He was her own personal Superman. Clark Kent by day, unassuming and, to the people who didn’t look closely, a bit bland. But when the clothes came off, oh, he was a god of a man. And any minute now, she would hear the condom wrapper open and he would move behind her. His big cock would be on the edge of her pussy. She would shiver because he seemed so big, too big, but then he would ease his way in and they would be together.
She felt Henry move behind her. Her whole body went taut with anticipation.
“Nell, honey, I’m going to need you to relax.” Henry’s hands moved along her curves.
She couldn’t relax until he was deep inside her. She took a long breath, trying to calm herself. She waited for the sound, but what she heard was more of a popping. Then his hands were back on her cheeks, spreading her wide.
“This is going to be cold. But I’ll warm you up fast,” Henry said.
Something wet and cold slid between her cheeks. Nell gasped, the feeling foreign. “What’s going on? Oh my god. Are you doing what I think you’re doing?”
“Well, sweetheart, if you think I’m about to shove a plug up your ass, then you’re the big winner.” There was a low, sexy laugh that came from Henry’s chest. But Nell wasn’t laughing because now she could feel something pressing against her anus. “It’s only a plug. It’s nothing to worry about.”
She wasn’t so sure about that. After all, Henry wasn’t the one about to have something shoved up his ass. She’d been a virgin the day before. She wasn’t sure she was ready for this. She tried to look back. “We should talk about this.”
“You say that because you don’t understand protocol. The real time for talking is afterward.” He continued what he was doing, pressing the tip of the plug against her far-too-small asshole. He was working the plug in little circles. “Unless of course you’re in some sort of pain or you’re scared. This is a small plug, so I doubt you’re in pain. And you’re such a brave girl. You’ve faced down screaming crowds. I can’t imagine one tiny plug is going to scare my lady.”
Manipulative bastard. He was pushing all the right buttons. She couldn’t back down from that challenge, but she could ask a simple question. “Do you want to explain why you feel the need to insert a plug up my rectum?”
The plug slipped inside, a brief foray before the circles began again. Pressure. An oddly erotic pressure seemed to be building, and it centered on her asshole. He was opening her up, teasing his way inside, making her ready for something quite larger. “All the better to fuck your ass, my dear. I do believe I told you when we started that I wanted to take you every way a man can take a woman. I don’t want to leave an inch of you untouched.”
She couldn’t help the whimper that came out of her mouth when the plug slipped in again. Henry pressed it farther this time, sliding it in an inch or so before slowly pulling it back out. He stretched her, forcing her to accept the small piece of plastic. If he had his way, one day very, very soon, it would be his cock foraging up her rectum. He would know every inch of her body. He would have her in every way he could.
And she wanted it. She wanted for Henry to know every inch of her. She wanted to be able to feel him everywhere.
“Lean forward,” he commanded. “Flatten your back.”
She stretched, going into a modified Flat Back pose. It was a little like yoga, this whole sex thing. She needed to get into the right position and then he would slide in easily. She flattened her back, giving him access to everything. And she remembered how much he liked to hear his name. “Yes, Henry.”
“Yeah, baby.” His voice had gone all deep and guttural, a sure sign that his cock was engaged. She loved the fact that she now knew his tells. She could tell that he was getting hot when his eyes went slightly sleepy and his hands grew languid as they stroked her body. “That’s what I want. Do you know how gorgeous you are? Do you have any idea how crazy you get me?”
She knew how crazy he got her. He had her to the point that she was pressing back against that darn plug, waiting for it to invade and conquer. She moved her hips and felt it slide deep inside, a thrill of victory overtaking her.
“Beautiful.” He let her cheeks fall back together, but his fingers stroked lower, playing in her pussy. “I can fill up all your holes, baby. I can shove a vibrator in your pussy and my cock up your ass and you’ll be so full.”
She could imagine. He would try to master her in every way he could. She could feel the plug stretching her, holding her open, filling her up. She felt deliciously stretched and now his fingers were playing in her pussy. Every inch of her flesh felt lit up, humming and happy. “Please.”
She needed more than he was giving her. She needed him to make good on his promises, to fill her with his cock.
A single finger pressed inside. “I’ll give you everything. Everything, but you’re going to obey me first.”
He would push her until he was satisfied. It was maddening, but she knew he would come through in the end. He would make sure she had everything she needed. “All right.”
She relaxed, giving over to him. There was such peace in the decision, such comfort. She didn’t have to be in control because Henry was. She could let go here. She could float along and simply enjoy. She was always in control. She was always making decisions, but being with Henry allowed her to let it all go. At first, she’d thought he was asking for something wrong, but she’d realized what a beautiful gift this was. Submission wasn’t a compromise.
His fingers delved deep, fucking upward inside her, making her writhe. She held herself as still as possible, letting Henry control the penetration. She could feel the pressure of the plug. It had been foreign at first, but every second that went by made her more comfortable with it. Nell could feel the press of his lips on the small of her back as his thumb made circles around her clitoris. Pleasure built, threatening to crest. But every time she got close to the edge, he pulled back. Over and over he brought her higher, retreating just as she thought she would drop over.
“Not yet, baby. We’re not even close yet. We have a whole hour and I’m going to use it. I’ve been thinking about this all day. I’ve been thinking about it from the minute I came last time. This is what I do now. I’m either fucking you or I’m thinking about all the ways I’ll fuck you. You’re a witch, Nell Finn.”
Not according to her mother. According to her mother she was a faery, but they had some magic, too, right?
She heard him moving behind her, the water splashing all around.
“Maybe I should give you a taste. You’ve been such a good girl. You stayed here. Sure, when I came back, I found you naked with another man, but I know you. I wasn’t worried about you at all. You’re too good for me, but I’ll take you anyway. Let me make you feel good, baby.”
He pressed on her clit as he forced two fingers high into her pussy. He rubbed her from the inside and
the outside, sending an orgasm screaming through her system. She couldn’t help the moan that came from deep inside.
Everything wrong floated away as she gave herself up to Henry.
Chapter Nine
Bishop prayed the sign Stef Talbot had placed outside the door would work because there was no damn way he was stopping now. If someone walked in, they were going to get an eyeful of the sweetest ass cheeks ever created, and suddenly Bishop didn’t care. When he’d first realized there was a man in the tub with Nell, he’d thought about how easily he could kill Talbot. He’d gone over about a hundred ways to kill the motherfucker, and he knew exactly where he wanted to bury the body. But the man truly wasn’t after her, and Nell wouldn’t go with him even if he had been. She belonged to him.
Well, she belonged to Henry Flanders.
Nell’s skin had flushed a gorgeous shade of pink as she’d come. He could still feel her pussy muscles clenching, trying to hold his fingers inside.
She’d taken the plug beautifully. The fact that the plug he’d bought just for her was now nestled deep in her body made up for the fact that she wasn’t wearing his collar.
“Henry, Henry.” She called out his name as she came down from the high.
He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and sucked them inside his mouth. He loved the taste of her. “Come on, baby. It’s my turn. You’re going to take me in that sweet mouth of yours. I want to feel your tongue wrapped around my cock.”
He helped her turn and then took her place, sitting on the side of the tub while she knelt in the bubbling water. What a fucking life they had here. A man could get used to it. No clothes, no worries. Just a gorgeous woman in a hot tub. No blood. No guilt. Only love.
“Henry?”
He shook off the fanciful notion. No blood? His life had been nothing but blood for years. This was a brief respite, and he wasn’t going to waste time thinking about things that couldn’t happen. Nell was staring up at him, her brown eyes filled with concern. She was a gorgeous nymph with her breasts barely popping out of the water. He reached out, touching her hair and drawing her in.
“I want you to lick me.” His cock was already hard enough to fuck. Hell, it seemed to be the only thing he wanted to do anymore. He wanted to fuck Nell and lie around in bed listening to her talk.
“All right, but I should warn you. I’ve never done this before. I might be perfectly horrible at it.” She licked her lips as she stared down at his cock. A look of sheer determination crossed her face and Bishop suddenly realized that he was in for a wild ride. Nell made love with all the passion and heart she put into her protests. It seemed to be the only way she knew how to live. There was no holding back with her. Life kicked her in the crotch, and she stood up and got back to trying to change all the bad shit around her.
She was kind of a hero when he thought about it.
“I think you’ll be the best. I think you’re always the best.” His voice broke a little as he said the words, emotion choking him. He meant it. Somehow she had turned his thinking around, and now he wondered if he wasn’t the fool. He certainly was the imbecile for even thinking of leaving her, but he had made his choice a long time ago.
“I’m going to try.” Her lips curled up in a smile that seemed to light up the whole room. “It’s hard though. The plug thingy wants to come out. I think it wants to be free.”
Oh, that wasn’t happening. He let his fingers tighten in her hair. He was only in charge in one damn place with her, and he wasn’t about to give that up. He would likely spend the next several days eating fake meat and vegetables no one but rabbits should put in their diets. She was keeping that plug inside. “Clench tight. If you lose that plug, I’ll find a bigger one.”
“I’ll try my hardest then.” There was a mischievous grin on her face as she leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock.
That was exactly what he needed. Nell pressed small kisses all along his flesh. Her lips were a soft butterfly landing on every inch of his cock. He hissed, trying to maintain control. It had never been a chore before he’d met Nell. He could have sex while plotting his next move and thinking three steps ahead, but with Nell he was lucky to remember to breathe.
“Use your tongue now. Lick me all over.”
Her tongue came out and started a long, slow glide over his dick. He took a long breath as she seemed to find a place she liked. Her tongue caressed the underside of his cock, rubbing and loving it. A pulse of arousal escaped from the slit, and Nell lapped it up like it was candy.
Not good at this? Hell, it was the best oral he’d ever had.
He set his hands on her hair as she sucked his cockhead into her mouth. Her tongue whirled around.
“Suck me in. Relax your jaw and take me inside. I want you to take more of me.” He leaned back and watched as she complied. His cock started to disappear inside her mouth, her lips wrapping around him. Heat flared along his skin. He let his head fall back and gave up. He didn’t have to be in control all the time. He could relax with Nell. Nell wouldn’t hurt him. Nell wouldn’t betray him. Nell only wanted to please him.
And she seemed to take some deep pleasure in doing just that. Nell looked utterly peaceful as she set about her task. She sucked him hard and then licked her way back down. Her hand came up, touching his balls, softly at first, and then rolling them firmly as she became more comfortable.
“That’s what I want.” What he wanted was her. He loved watching as she became more and more sure of herself. She was becoming a sex goddess right before his eyes.
How long would she wait after he was gone? How long would she mourn him before she realized he hadn’t been worth the gift she’d bestowed on him? How long before she realized she should move on? And how long would it be before the males around her got their heads out of their asses and realized what a true treasure she was?
Would it be the deputy who claimed that loving heart of hers? Or maybe Talbot?
Someone would want her and that someone wouldn’t be stupid enough to leave her.
That someone better pray he was good enough for her, because Bishop intended to keep watch. He couldn’t be with her, but he could take care of anyone who tried to hurt her.
Pleasure curled up his spine as Nell opened wide to try to take him to the root. He gently tangled his hands in her hair, guiding her forward. His hips moved, fucking into her mouth in short strokes.
He was right there on the edge. He could almost feel the back of her throat. It would be easy to come right then and there, but he wanted more. He wanted her pussy.
“Stop, baby. I don’t want to come yet.” He only had so much time before the hairy brigade took over their love nest.
Nell kissed his cock one last time. “Does that mean I did it right?”
He didn’t take the time to answer her. He pulled her close and kissed her, rubbing his chest against hers. His tongue invaded, dominating hers as she softened for him. He gripped the cheeks of her ass, pulling her into the cradle of his thighs. His cock cuddled up to her belly.
He inhaled her. He kissed her over and over again, wanting to mark her. It wasn’t fair to her, but he wanted to mean something to her. He wanted to know she would still think of him years from now. She wrapped her arms around him, surrounding him with her unique warmth.
His cock was going to explode if he didn’t get inside her soon. He forced himself to stop and reach for the damn condoms. He’d placed them by the tub. He might be a bastard, but he wasn’t going to leave her alone with a baby.
Nell watched with eager eyes as he rolled the condom over his straining cock. She never played coy. Her emotions were always right there for him to see, to believe. She put a hand on his, helping him sheathe himself.
“Come on, baby. Get on your knees, facing away from me.” He slid back into the water and helped her around. He loved tracing her curves with the flat of his palm, memorizing every inch of her. “Spread your knees. Let me inside.”
Her knees moved, opening herself u
p to him. He could see the light purple plug peeking from between her cheeks, preparing her for his cock. He would fuck her ass until he made her love it, until she knew what it really meant to be possessed, that there was nothing civilized or fair about it.
He moved between her legs, lining his cock up. Her pussy was wet from the orgasm he’d given her, but she was still so damn tight. He pressed up, pushing his cock inside, forcing his way. He gripped her hips, guiding himself in.
Not only was she tight, the plug made her tighter. He could feel it dragging on his dick, a pure pleasure, but he was determined to take her over the edge with him.
“I feel so full.” Her head dropped forward as she dragged air into her lungs. A hot groan came out of her mouth, and Bishop could feel it all along his cock.
“You’re not even half full yet, baby.” He forced another inch in, his skin singing everywhere they touched. So good. She felt so fucking good. He took his time, patiently working his cock inside. Her pussy muscles squeezed, threatening to send him over the edge, but he forced it back.
Not yet. Not yet. He didn’t want it to end yet.
God, he wasn’t sure he wanted it to ever fucking end, and he wasn’t thinking about the sex.
He pulled back, the drag on his dick nearly making his eyes cross. Nell’s pussy clenched, trying to keep him in, threatening his control, but he was a man on a mission.
He let his hand slide around her body, his thumb finding that nubbin that brought her so much pleasure.
