The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone

by D H Sidebottom

  What the hell, Lay?

  I cleared my throat and gave him a nonchalant look. “Positive.”

  How good you had become at lying in the last six years, Lay!

  Chapter 6

  Lucas

  I SLUNG MY keys on the entrance hall table and practically threw my briefcase at the wall with a loud growl.

  Fuck that crazy, feisty, beautiful, sexy, hot little redhead.

  She had my head all over the fucking place and I didn’t like how it felt. I had never felt this kind of . . . emotion and it was fucking with my senses.

  Women were women, existing for fucking and controlling, for killing a throb but this hot little number had me wanting more than just a quick dip.

  I wanted to explore every inch of her delicious silky skin. I needed to feel the softness of her flesh under my mouth as I worshipped every single part of her. I wanted to sculpt her under my hands, ply her with gratification and watch her face as I made her come.

  But I didn’t want to just make her come, I wanted to fucking command her to come like she never had before, I wanted to give her so much pleasure she screamed out random things and passed out in ecstasy .

  This was merciless Lucas and I knew the hunger wouldn’t bate until I had devoured her.

  My phone alerted me to a text and it was Brad reminding me about meeting tonight.

  Could I be arsed? I suppose I could give Tilly a hard shag, she always took it rough and I was in the mood for rough.

  Pouring a whisky I replied and told him I’d meet him there as I started the shower running and wandered back into the kitchen.

  My phone beeped again and I frowned as it displayed an unknown number. I opened the text and my brows hit my hairline.

  Unknown:

  You need to know exactly what your new temp is capable of Mr Hunt.

  I’ll be in touch soon.

  What the fuck?

  I stared at my phone as though it would suddenly tell me who had sent the text or give me an explanation of what the unknown meant.

  ‘Need to know what your temp is capable of’?

  Was she some sort of serial killer? An axe murderer? Had she been lying when she said she had been joking about shagging for cash?

  Red seemed innocent and sweet, even if she was an erotic dancer and none of it made sense.

  Her huge blue eyes held many secrets yes, but I didn’t think it would be anything worth worrying about.

  Maybe an old boyfriend hurt her, maybe her Dad was a member of the mafia, or maybe it was that she had once been locked up for shoplifting or drunk and disorderly.

  Fuck it. I deleted the text, choosing to ignore it and downed the last of my whisky before taking a deep breath and telling myself to forget all about Layla Summers.

  * * *

  As I walked into the club, my eyes immediately scanned the various poles looking for Red. She was over in the far corner and my cock throbbed almost painfully as I watched her.

  She was kitted out in a near see-through white lace romper, long white gloves that reached up past her cute little elbows and then on her legs were a wicked pair of thigh high leather red boots with colossal silver heels.

  She looked like an angel with a devilish kink.

  She pulled some near dangerous poses on the pole as a group of drunken louts established their selves on the table in front of her.

  That was the trouble with Monday’s at the club, it was non-members night and all the local students and bully boys crowded the place.

  I kept my eyes trained on them as Brad approached the side of me.

  “You still hungering after the little redhead?” he asked as he delivered his drink order to Owen.

  I shook my head as I turned towards him “Turns out Red is my new temp.”

  Brad’s eyes widened “Shame.”

  Brad knew I didn’t shag my employees so he understood my disappointment.

  “We’ll find someone to work her out of your system tonight,” he said as his eyes scanned the entertainers on offer tonight. “Tilly or Ursula? Both?”

  I inhaled deeply and shrugged. Truth be told, I didn’t want either and my eyes swung back to Red as one of the lads stood and approached her, whispering something in her ear.

  She shook her head and gave him an apologetic smile and I noticed his shoulders tense and his lips purse in irritation as he took hold of her wrist harshly.

  One of the bulky security guys was by her side within seconds and I relaxed when I knew she was safe, even though I still wanted to kick the little scrote in the balls.

  Turning back to Brad I pursed my lips at his question “I’ll just grab a drink I think, not really in the mood tonight. You go ahead without me.”

  He frowned at me as he took a mouthful of his beer “Fuck Luc, you’ve got it bad, mate.”

  He downed his pint in one and wandered off towards Tilly who stood immediately as he approached her and they both disappeared up the stairs towards the communal room.

  I flicked my eyes back over to Red but she had disappeared and the group of louts had moved on to the next table to watch Misty, so I twisted back to Owen and ordered another beer.

  I smelt her unique fruity scent before I saw her and I rolled my head towards the distinct fragrance.

  She was leaning over the bar talking quietly to Owen and the exquisite contours of her arse drew my eyes. God, she had one amazing backside, and I had the sudden urge to slide my hand over it before bringing it down hard and marking that flawless skin I knew she had.

  “Drink, Red?” I asked her.

  Her eyes widened as she turned towards my voice. Had she not even realised I was stood here? How shit was that realisation?

  I always noticed her, every single time I came to the Panther, every single minute I was here.

  She gave me a confused expression and I managed to bite back my annoyance and gave her a soft smile.

  Her eyes widened even further as she took in my grin.

  “Just a drink, Red.”

  She sighed and nodded as she came to stand beside me. “Sure, usual please, Owen,” she said to the barman then turned back to me, “Thank you.”

  I gave her a nod then scanned her body, taking in her tight knee length cream skirt and her soft pink jumper. Tiny pink pumps finished her look and I smiled at the sweetness of the outfit when not fifteen minutes ago she had resembled an immoral virgin. “You finished already?”

  She nodded and smiled her thanks to Owen as he placed a pint of bitter in front of her.

  I laughed when she took a long slug of the frothy brown liquid. “And here I was thinking you were a delicate little thing.”

  She laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever been delicate, Mr Hunt.”

  “Lucas, we’re not at work Red” I told her sternly.

  She gave me a soft smile and nodded “Lucas.”

  Bloody hell. As soon as my name rolled off her tongue, my dick pressed into the zip of my jeans.

  As though she sensed my discomfort her eyes swept the length of me and she frowned, “No suit tonight? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you out of one.”

  A smile lifted my lips. She did notice me if she knew this and she was right, I think this was the first time I had come from home instead of straight from work.

  The usual daily work slog always fed my need for sex and I always came here before I went home.

  I could see a tall bloke approaching from the corner of my eye. He stood directly behind Red and my eyes narrowed when he leant into her ear and I caught what he said “Hello Kayla.”

  Kayla?

  She immediately tipped her face down to the floor and her hands dropped and rested against her thighs with her palms facing outwards.

  Holy-Fucking-Hell . . . Red was a sub, and a fucking experienced one if her instantaneous surrender was anything to go by.

  A self-satisfied smirk lifted the man’s face as he tipped his head sinisterly whilst his eyes perused every inch of her body. I instantly shifted to hi
gh alert as his eyes glinted darkly at Red.

  Red’s chest was heaving and I noticed her whole body tremble. She was fucking terrified but still yielded to him.

  He leaned in again and I grit my teeth at his words. “You have been really fucking bad this time, Kayla. You’re punishment is going to be extremely severe!”

  Red swallowed painfully and I fought against the urge to pummel this fucking man. Drag him by his perfectly styled hair round to the side alley and kick the fucking shit out of him.

  He was petrifying her and my whole soul was shouting at me to do something.

  I didn’t think he was her current Dom, not from the way he was talking, so I took a deep breath and leant into her other ear and prayed with everything I was. “I am your master, Willow and you will obey my command.”

  She gasped and her chest heaved even heavier but she tipped her head towards me in a confirmation nod and turned her whole body towards me, now with her wrists crossed in front of her and her face elevated slightly but set to the side in a professional examination pose.

  Fuck, she was very, very experienced and my lust fired excitedly as my dick roared to an incredible hardness. Christ, I thought I was going to come in my fucking jeans at her total submission.

  The man narrowed his eyes on me and the chill he emitted made my bones creak against the malevolence he held.

  I took her hand and led her from the club and quickly pushed her into my car before he came after us.

  The tyres on my car screeched and smoked as I sped out of the car park and I checked my mirror a total of twenty six times all the way back to my apartment to make sure we weren’t being followed.

  Red remained silent and docile all the way back, as I knew she would be, her total compliance would see her taciturn until I gave her permission to speak and for now I let her be quiet.

  * * *

  Red stood silent and orderly in the centre of my room. Her face was now aimed to the floor as her hands remained by her side.

  I walked over to her and looked at her, “Look at me, Willow.”

  She lifted her head slowly and her eyes found mine. I took a deep breath at the terror held in them.

  “Who was he?” I requested and she answered immediately, her submission commanding her to do so.

  “Diablo, Sir.”

  I had a sudden urge to touch her, to calm her down but I wasn’t sure how she would react yet so I waited as she expressed so much pain through her gaze.

  “Your Dom?”

  “My old Dom, Sir.”

  I nodded as I relented against my restraint then reached out and ran my finger along the side of her face, “You’re safe here, Willow.”

  I watched her throat bob as her eyes brimmed with tears and my heart stuttered at her distress. There was only one thing I knew that would work with her right now and I swallowed back my guilt and looked her directly in the eye.

  “Submit.”

  She instantly dropped to her knees, lowered her head and held her arms before her, her wrists crossed and ready for restraint. “I declare myself a slave, and I submit myself to you as my master” She recited expertly.

  My breath hitched and my teeth tingled when I realised just how deep Red’s submissive proficiency went; nothing like the half-hearted efforts of the girls at the Panther. Red was pure submissive, a complete and utter sex slave and the realisation sent electricity through my veins and excitement tightened my balls like a vice.

  She was a professional and I bit back my delight as I circled around her.

  She was utterly stunning as she knelt before me, the beauty in her acquiescence was totally astounding and I cupped my erection, clutching my cock as a soft moan left my lips.

  I was so fucking hard that I knew I had to do something before I fucking exploded in my shorts but could I take her now, like this?

  It was an utter dickish thing to do, so instead I returned to the front of her.

  “Strip” I ordered.

  Immediately her hands grabbed the hem of her jumper and she lifted it over her head to display her bare breasts.

  Fuck, they were bloody perfect and I sank my teeth into my lower lip as I unzipped my jeans and freed my raging hard on.

  Red slipped off her skirt and then her thong and shoes before she retook her submissive stance afore me.

  My chest heaved against the rapid beat of my heart and I ran my hand along the length of my cock.

  “Wall” I said simply and waited to see if she understood.

  My heart skipped a beat as she stood, walked over to the wall and placed herself at arm’s length, then leaned forward and placed her palms against it whilst her feet shuffled apart and she lowered her head so her pretty red hair fell around her face.

  “Hard wall.”

  I shivered in desire as her feet separated even further until she was practically split in two.

  I came up behind her and ran my free hand over the curve of her bottom. “Such beautiful skin, Willow. Soft and milky and all mine.”

  I noticed her shudder and pull in a breath as my fingers continued down and dipped into her wet flesh.

  “Fuck. Perfect.”

  She moaned slightly then dropped her head further in apology. “You’re very horny aren’t you?” I asked.

  “Yes, Sir” she whispered huskily and I grit my teeth as I ejaculated all over her back without warning. All it had taken was her soft voice and I was coming like a raging fucking banshee, my loud groan filled the stifling air of the room.

  I heard Red gasp and drop to her knees as she climaxed all over my fingers, her warm juices flowed over my hand as I continued to pump my spunk frantically over her.

  Jesus Christ!

  She turned immediately and knelt before me. She then lowered the flats off her forearms to the floor, crossing her wrists as she did so, before arcing her back upwards.

  Oh my God, I was in heaven.

  “I’m not going to punish you for coming without my permission this time, Willow” I told her and she gulped.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Withdraw, Willow” I said softly.

  She relaxed immediately and sat back on her heels and lifted her bewildered face up to me. “I . . . I . . .”

  I placed a finger against her lips and shushed her. “Actually it’s me who should be apologising, Red. I took advantage of you and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry, but you looked so fucking beautiful, sat waiting patiently for my control, that I . . . well I should have disciplined myself.”

  She gave me a frown before her eyes lit up and she smiled. “Not at all, Sir, it was quite . . . enjoyable. I haven’t submitted for years and I didn’t realise how much it was ingrained into me. I missed it.”

  Well this was a turn up and I had to restrain myself from pumping the air with my fist at her words.

  Chapter 7

  Layla

  I SMILED SOFTLY at Lucas and then the image of Diablo bore through my brain and my breathing stunted as a body shiver worked its way through me.

  I grabbed my clothes off the floor and Lucas gave me a stern frown.

  “Stay for a while, Red. I’ll cook” he said as he watched me pull my jumper back on.

  Lucas held a hand up to me. “Wait” he ordered softly before he pulled a few tissues from a box on his black chic table and turned me around so my back was to him.

  He wiped gently at his own cum on my back, his hand softly swiping back and forth and I closed my eyes when his hand dropped to my bottom.

  I swallowed as desire coursed through me again and I grit my teeth, trying to hold back a moan.

  “You have the finest arse I’ve ever seen, Red. Just perfect and soft. I wonder what the redness of my hand print would look like against your pale skin.” Lucas whispered against me as he bent and placed a soft kiss on my flesh.

  The forbidden moan rushed up my throat and out of my mouth, and before I knew what was happening, Lucas had spun me round, gripped my hair and was kissing me with an urgent passi
on.

  My hands slipped into his soft hair and I kissed him back with equal hunger as his lips dominated me as much as he had. A low moan rumbled in his chest and his hand palmed the nape of my neck before he pulled me further into him.

  He walked us backwards until I felt the sofa at the back of my knees and I dropped onto it, pulling him on top of me.

  His mouth was now torturing a trail across my jaw as his tongue dipped out for a sample. “Fuck, Red, you taste amazing.”

  I dropped my head back against the sofa as short sharp gusts of air left my mouth.

  His lips had a mind of their own and they were soon pulling in one of my nipples as Lucas pulled my jumper back over my head. “Stunning tits, Red. I have wanted to suck on these perfect nipples since I saw you bare them to me at the club.”

  My God, why didn’t he shut up and take me?

  I moaned a response as his teeth grazed light over my pert peaks and I wound my legs around his hips and held him close. He didn’t seem to mind as he kneeled on the floor before me and took the distance over my stomach with his mouth.

  He looked up at me as he reached my mound and gave me a wicked curve of his lips as he palmed my thighs and pulled them open.

  “Fuck, yes. So fucking pretty; blonde and utterly flawless” he breathed before he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. The move reminded me of a wolf in the moments before it devoured its prey.

  “You want my mouth on you, Red? You want me to blow your fucking mind to pieces?”

  I whimpered and lifted my hips slightly as I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him onto me.

  He growled carnally then kept his word and blew my fucking mind.

  His experience and eagerness were not lost as he continued to take me higher and higher but each time I could feel the roll begin he moved from my clit and fucked my pussy with his tongue. “Lucas, please . . . I need to . . . Oh Goddd. . . .”

  I exploded all over him as he dipped his thumb into me then slid it round and pushed it into my anus whilst his teeth whispered over my inflamed clit.

  “Holy fuck and Hell” I screamed as he bit my heavy labia gently and continued to work his thumb, twisting it around inside my bottom and I came again. Just like that, second time around and it was just as explosive as the first.