Beyond Control (Beyond, Book Two)

by Kit Rocha

  Of course she saw. Of course she understood, which was why it would never be too much. Growling, he caught her face, his thumb and fingers digging in to her cheeks just enough to serve as a quiet warning. "Are you going to be a good girl?"

  Her answer was quiet, serious. "You know me better than that."

  He knew she fought back, but sometimes it was hard to tell how much was a struggle to hold on to her defenses, and how much was a silent plea for him to fulfill a need she could barely articulate.

  Maybe she couldn't articulate it, but he understood it. Leaning closer, he licked her lips. "Tell me you'll be good tonight."

  She stilled and then moved, sliding her inner thigh up the outside of his leg. "I'll be good. Only for you."

  He rewarded her with a rough whack on the hip before rolling away, his mind already stumbling over what part of her to claim first. With a few clever toys and a little patience, he could reduce her to limp, trembling bliss.

  "On your knees," he ordered as he moved to the open cabinet. A fortune in tools of debauchery lined the shelves, a mix of custom pieces and pre-Flare relics, things meant to bind, to penetrate, to cause pleasure and pain.

  He bypassed the whips and floggers, uninterested in striking her with anything but his bare hands. Pain wasn't Lex's trigger, for all that he'd seen her transported by the hazy rush of it. She thrived on sensation, on roughness that stemmed from too much desire, from the feeling of being overwhelmed.

  That made his selection easy. When Dallas retrieved the items and turned back to the bed, Lex was kneeling near the end of it, facing him.

  Waiting.

  God, she was striking. Beautiful, from her disheveled hair straight down to her perfect toes. Sleek, but not soft. She had the strength of a dancer, toned muscles under dangerous curves, and sometimes it was hard not to just stare at her.

  But staring wasn't enough tonight. He dropped the toys to the bed and traced the luscious line of her thigh before curling his fingers to cup her pussy. "Ready to get back to that talk about the things that belong to me, love?"

  Her head fell back, and she clutched his arms with trembling hands. "Yes."

  He delved between her outer lips and bit back a groan at how wet she was. Wet and hot, even more so when he thrust his finger deep inside her. Not only for the pleasure of hearing her moan, but for the satisfaction of feeling her muscles clench with arousal when he lifted his other hand to lightly slap her face again. "Open your knees, Lexie. Keep 'em spread wide, so I can play with this pussy however I want."

  She shifted on the bed, her knees parting, hips tilting toward his touch. So obedient, so eager, and the naked trust in her eyes was as delicious as the way she squirmed, like she couldn't not ride his hand.

  Edging closer, Dallas dragged her head back, forcing her to stare up into his eyes as he fucked her lazily with that one finger. "Good girl. You do everything I tell you, and I'll let you decide where I fuck you. And how hard."

  Her eyes flashed, dark and hungry. "Surprise me," she rasped.

  Possessive heat skated under his skin. This was the part of her he never wanted to share. The others could line up and beg for the privilege of pleasuring their queen, as long as no one else saw Alexa, stripped bare and willing to do anything to please him.

  His secret pleasure. His gift. And goddamn, was he ready to play with her.

  He didn't bother with orders, not when they'd both get off on the alternative. Locking rough hands around her waist, he lifted her bodily and flipped her, sprawling her face down across the mattress as he smacked her ass. "Up on your knees."

  Her hands clenched in the bedspread, but she arched her back and obeyed.

  Anticipation wouldn't hurt her, so he stayed silent as he retrieved the heavy silver plug. It was wicked, blunt at the tip and sharply flared, with a green jewel flashing from the flat, circular base. Not the sort of adornment you tried with someone inexperienced, but the complete set with their differently colored gems were among Lex's favorite toys.

  He took his time with the lube, slicking it over the cool silver before spilling it onto Lex's ass without a word of warning. She hissed in a breath and wiggled under the stream of clear, viscous liquid.

  "You know what's coming, don't you?" He massaged the lube into her ass with one hand while he used the other to tease the plug between her pussy lips to rub against her clit.

  "Mm-hmm." A lazy answer, at odds with the way her legs trembled.

  He could get her off like this, but it would be quick and fleeting, the kind of pleasure that melted through you and vanished, forgotten. This wasn't any other night. This was the night she'd agreed to take his ink, to belong to him.

  Patience would reward them both. At least, that's how he justified it to his aching cock when he placed the tip of the plug against her ass and watched her shudder as the slight pressure stimulated all those tiny nerves. "Hands back here," he ordered, his voice hoarsely menacing even to his own ears. "Hold yourself open so I can watch your greedy little ass take anything I put in it."

  She slid her hands over her thighs, slowly stroking her way up to the swell of her ass. Her nails dug into her skin as she spread her cheeks and pushed back toward the plug in his hand.

  Eager. She was always so damn eager, but it had never shredded his self-control like this. The possessiveness throbbing in his veins was barely human. He wanted to rasp darker words. Cruder words, just to see how far she'd let him go, how completely she'd play this game.

  All the way. He knew the answer even as he pushed the plug deeper. Her tight little asshole tensed at the invasion, but he soothed it by working the toy in a careful circle, gently stretching her as his other hand centered on her clit. "Are you scared of me?"

  She turned her head, her brow furrowed, and pressed her cheek to the bed. "Not even close, honey."

  He worked his fingers faster, dragging a moan from her as her ass finally yielded to the mix of pleasure and pressure. The plug slipped in, and the jewel nestled tight between her ass cheeks. He couldn't stop himself from slapping her hip just to watch her clench. "You're never afraid of me. No matter how much I demand from you. No matter how crazy I get."

  Her gaze locked with his as a shudder took her. "I'll always want more of you, Declan."

  His final prize from the cabinet lay a few feet from her knee, and he caught the end loop with one finger and lifted it to dangle in front of her. Three smooth, silver balls dangled from the thin silicone casing that connected them, each swaying in odd counterpoint to the smaller round weight trapped inside.

  They were large enough that two would have teased her plenty, even without the plug, and she knew it. So he let them dangle there as he stroked her clit too lightly to do anything but keep her on edge. "I want you to take all three of them."

  Lex groaned, long and low. "Please."

  "That's my girl." He gave her clit one final slap, unable to resist the sound she made or the way her hips jerked. She was so wet he probably didn't need more lube, but he used it anyway before pushing the first ball into her pussy. Dark satisfaction filled him as he watched her body take it, as he watched her writhe and listened to her moan. As he gently pushed the second into place.

  He could do anything to her, anything, and she'd let him. Maybe even love it, as long as it got him off. It was ridiculous. It was humbling.

  It was the hottest fucking realization of his life.

  He stroked her trembling thighs and slid the final ball into place, pushing it deep with one finger and shuddering as she cried out. "My dirty, perfect girl. So good."

  She shifted her hips, just a little, and stopped short with a strangled cry. "Fuck."

  "That's the idea, love." He gave her one last soothing stroke and circled the bed to stand opposite her. A vast expanse of mattress separated them, at least five feet, but it gave him a lovely view of her flushed face and wild hair and her ass still in the air.

  Beautiful. Beautiful, and his. Wetting his lips, he finally gave himself permiss
ion to curl a hand around his aching cock and stroke it. "Tell me how you feel."

  She watched his hand, her own tongue darting out to lick her lower lip, as if she could taste him already. "I feel full," she whispered as she started across the space between them on her hands and knees. "Every time I move, something shifts inside me. Like when Jas and Noelle were fucking me with their fingers."

  "You liked that, did you? Are you the one putting all those ideas in her head?" He licked his palm and gripped his shaft again, already imagining himself between Lex's lips. Soon, so soon. "Jasper fucking your pussy and me taking your ass? Or was it the other way around?"

  "Does it matter?" She arched her back, bending her upper body low to the bed with another sharp inhalation.

  Not really, but watching her like this made it clear that something else did. There was no hesitation in her body now, no self-consciousness. He shouldn't have demanded her submission in front of the people she helped lead. No wonder he'd been viciously jealous, and protective on top of it. This sweet vulnerability was his, not to be shared or showed off, but to be savored in privacy.

  He'd show her what mattered. "Crawl to me."

  Lex smiled slowly. "Or what?"

  He braced both hands on the mattress. "Or I'll drag you over here and spank your ass until you're so wrung out from all the orgasms that you can't do anything but whimper while I fuck you."

  That got her going. She bit her lip and eased across the bed. "Where could you possibly fuck me? I'm all filled up."

  Breathless, gleeful words, and he laughed as he reached out to free her lower lip from the sharp edge of her teeth, only to replace the pressure with his thumb. "You will be," he agreed, making his voice as low and dangerous as hers was light and innocent. "You'll be so full when I'm fucking this sweet mouth."

  "There's nothing you can't give me." Acknowledgment. Confession. "I figured that out a long time ago."

  "Nothing I won't give you." He took his time wrapping the wild strands of her hair around his hands, letting her savor the slow slide from gentle to brutal as his grip tightened and he tilted her head up. "Tonight was the last time. I'll never ask for submission in front of anyone else again. You're my queen. They can crawl on their hands and knees and beg for the chance to fuck you, and we'll decide if they deserve the honor. But no one else sees you like this. This is just for me."

  Her eyes sparked, warm and inviting. "Dallas..."

  He knew that look. She wanted his cock, and he wanted to give it to her. Was dying to give it to her, as rough and uncontrolled as even she could hope for. "Open your mouth."

  Lex curled her fingers around the edge of the bed, wiggled her ass one more time, and parted her lips. He gave himself a few blissful seconds to admire her, from her hungry eyes and flushed cheeks to the swollen lushness of her lips and the pink flash of her tongue. Visual overload, but not half as stirring as the way she tugged against his grip in her hair, straining toward him.

  So he gave her what she wanted, pressing into the heat of her mouth with a low groan. Heaven, especially when she wasted no time in teasing her tongue over the sensitive spot under the crown of his cock. But he only gave her a moment before dragging her head back. "Do you want to make me come?"

  No hesitation. "Yes. I want all of you."

  Another thrust. Deeper this time, taunting her with a hint of force, the first warning of his unraveling control. "If it's too much, slap my hip three times. Understood?"

  She hummed around him and lifted a hand to his hip, but only to stroke the backs of her fingers lightly over his skin. It was permission and a plea rolled in one, so he did the only thing he could.

  He let go.

  Clutching her hair in his fists, he fixed her head in place and pushed deep with a satisfied groan, finally letting himself focus on the rough rasp of her tongue and the heat of her mouth. "Suck me. Show me how grateful you are to be so very, very full."

  Her eyes drifted shut. Her free hand closed around the base of his cock, squeezing and stroking, but she didn't move her mouth, not beyond the gentle flutter of her tongue. Not that he'd have let her if she tried, but the fact that she didn't twisted lust around him, driving his hips forward until he bumped the back of her throat.

  She wanted to be used, and he wanted to defile her--two needs that clicked together like puzzle pieces, turning unacceptable urges into something beautiful. A communion between outsiders, a moment of damn near spiritual understanding. Forget the hollow pomp and circumstance of Eden, this moment, feeling Lex's body vibrate with pleasure as he fucked her throat--this was a religious experience.

  Blasphemous, maybe, to compare a higher power to the delicious depravity of choking a woman with his cock.

  Dallas didn't give a fuck.

  "Put your hands back on the bed," he growled, pulling back far enough to let her gasp in a breath. "And open your eyes. Look at me."

  She obeyed, dropping her hands to twist into the bedspread. Her eyes were almost black now--stormy, burning with lust and affection and something that was more than either. More than both.

  Holding her gaze, he pushed between her lips, pushed until she struggled to swallow him, pushed until her lips stretched wide around the base of his shaft and everything was tight, luscious heat and the sizzling knowledge that this wild, dangerous creature trusted him with her body, trusted him to take his pleasure but still leave her sated.

  Too good. He wouldn't last long, but he didn't need to. He might not be twenty anymore, but the plans he had for her would have him hard enough to fuck her one more time before the night was over. This was for both of them, one moment of fractured self-control, so he tightened his grip and let himself revel in it.

  Let himself fuck that perfect, willing mouth.

  He pulled back to let her take another breath, but Lex leaned in, chasing him with a rough, hoarse moan. "Greedy bitch," he murmured affectionately as he thrust deep again, in and out, over and over, clutching the back of her head to hold her in place and dragging her back by the hair, just to enjoy the way she strained for his cock, begging with everything but words.

  She couldn't use them, so he found enough for both of them. Fond and filthy, coarse compliments and lewd promises. He didn't have to think, only had to hold her gaze as each rough thrust brought him closer and closer, and the obscenities spilled, unbidden, from his lips. "That's right, take it all. Take my dick until you fucking choke on it and beg for more. You want more, don't you? Want me to come in your mouth?"

  She managed one short whimper and a quick, frantic nod. He indulged himself with one last moment enjoying the hot depths of her throat before hauling her head back and transferring his grip to the slender column of her throat. "Use your hands," he commanded, squeezing tight enough to give her a taste of danger without cutting off her breath. "Jerk me off on your tongue."

  "Fucking hell." Lex wrapped both hands around him, end to end, and twisted lightly. The barest tease, but it dragged a groan out of him, all the same. His shaft was slick from her mouth, slick enough for her to switch to one fist and pump it smoothly over him, base to tip and back again.

  That was all it took. The tight clasp of her hand and the sight of her parted lips, her ready tongue. When pleasure tightened at the base of his spine and rolled outward, he gave in to it, growling with each stroke until the sight of his semen spilling across her tongue forced her name from him in a tortured moan.

  She milked his cock with a shudder, lapping at him between swallows. Dallas watched her, buzzing on the afterglow, and she was the most magnificent thing he'd ever seen. "You're perfect," he said roughly, stroking his thumb along her throat as it worked under his palm. "You don't have to try to be my fucking fantasy. Everything you are is perfect."

  With a wordless moan, she leaned in and pressed her cheek to his stomach. "I needed this tonight. So much."

  "I'll take care of all your needs," he promised, smoothing her hair into place. It caught on his fingers, and he took the time to work through the ta
ngles left behind by his clutching fists. Just a few moments of quiet stroking while her breath fell hot on his skin, and he knew she must be wondering if the game was over.

  He hoped it never was.

  Dallas coaxed her head back, smiling down at her. He traced his fingertips over her lips and then seized her chin in a rough grip. He slid onto the bed, forcing her upright as he crowded her space. With her knees splayed wide, it was easy to loom over her, and he reached down to slap her pussy. "You've got a lot of needs, don't you, love? Desperate, aching needs."

  "Oh, God." She grabbed his shoulders, her nails scoring his skin.

  Sweet pain, and it'd be even better when those nails were digging into his scalp. Twisting, he spilled her to the bed on her back, with her head near the edge and her hair trailing over the side. Her tits swayed temptingly, but he had only one goal in mind as he swept both hands down her body to shove her slick thighs wide. "Christ, Lex, I've never seen you this wet. You sure you haven't come?"

  "Not yet." The sudden movement had rocked her, though, leaving her eyes glazed and her chest heaving.

  "Then I'll have to fix that." Simple enough, but he took his time, sitting back on his heels before tugging her closer. With her lower back on his knees and her legs splayed on either side of his, she was spread before him like a banquet. A helpless, trembling feast, and he loved the way she shuddered as she watched him lick his own thumb.

  Her reaction when he swept it over her clit was immediate, electric. Her hips bucked, and she ground out a fierce curse. "Motherfucker."

  Laughing hoarsely, he pinned her in place with one hand spread across her abdomen and flicked his thumb over her clit again. Watching her writhe would have him hard in minutes, but he'd counted on that. Nothing sent blood rushing to his cock like the noises Lex made when she was close to coming.

  Her eyes rolled back, and he swatted her hip. "Look at me. Look at me, Lex."

  "I can't." Her head hit the bed, and she twisted under his hand.

  Lunging upward, he pinned her hair to the mattress and loomed over her, his shaft settling so sweet in the cleft of her pussy. "Look at me," he commanded a second time, holding her gaze as he ground against her. "You look at me while you're coming."