by Zoey Marcel
Cole battered into her quaking ass, burrowing deep inside her, scalding her with the searing touch of his naked genitals massaging her insides.
“Touch yourself, but don’t come,” he rasped.
“Sir, you’re killing me.”
“Obey me.”
She let out a breathy sigh of need as she fingered herself to the brink without throwing herself over.
“You must wait until your Dominant has had his fill of you. My pleasure first this time.”
That made her woozy and delighted.
“Yes, Sir. It’s getting harder to fight it.”
“I know,” he said hotly while he pistoned into her.
It was an odd angle with his cock working in her asshole while she lay on her side, but it still felt good. She felt so wonderfully used and treasured.
He tightened up, gasping roughly when he found his release inside her body. She felt his cockhead balloon up against her inner walls, felt the hot pulse of each wet blast of semen that spilled from his penis.
She lay there quivering when she was forced to stop pleasuring herself to keep from coming.
“Can I come, Sir? Please, since I was a good girl?”
“You were a good girl.” He petted her sweaty butt cheek. “And yes, you may come … from my mouth.”
He pulled his dripping cock out of her and then helped her up. This time he laid the now damp towels out on the stone steps that led to the bathtub and then rolled up a fresh one for her to rest her head on.
“Lie down, darling,” he said gently.
The pet name had her bubbling with affection for him. She rested her head on the towel roll he provided, finding some comfort in the towels that shielded the rest of her from the hard steps.
He cut off two pieces of duct tape, gray eyes glinting with fire when he looked at her.
“Lay your hands back above your head, like you’re surrendering to me completely.”
She felt a molten rush of dampness pool in her folds as she slowly did what he demanded of her.
He knelt, straddling her naked body and duct taped her wrists to the ledge, one arm on either side above her head. It was such an erotic position that had her feeling helpless and exposed in the best of ways.
He moved down, kneeling on the floor between her splayed thighs. She let them fall open limply, baring her swollen pussy to him.
“Offer your body to me,” he murmured. “Bring your pussy closer to my mouth so I don’t have to bend down as far.”
His cocky smile and caveman words had her creaming and obeying. He cupped her buttocks and scooted closer to her aching sex.
“Beautiful.”
A tender kiss on her pinked flesh drew a gasp from her.
“I want to see the cream spill out of you.”
Her belly tightened and she wet her lips with her tongue.
He parted her glistening folds and examined her privates. “Let go, Danielle. I want to see the dampness come out of you. Offer it to me.”
His licentious order drew the wetness from her. She watched him as he kept his carnal eyes glued to her open slit and saw the moisture oozing out of her.
“You’re not allowed to talk right now.” Then with a teasing wink he added, “Talking is for men only.”
She gave him a flirty smile and narrowed her eyes a little.
“Your safe word being the exception, of course.”
He bent down and peppered her dewy mound in kisses. Every sensual touch of his lips coaxed more liquid warmth from her pussy. She felt the ache of longing deep inside her penetrating upward as if crawling from a grave to be one with his doting lips.
He swiped his tongue through her drenched folds, making her moan softly. He lapped at her cunt all over, but it was only seconds before he started licking her fleshy clitoris. A light cry wrung from her throat. She arched her hips and panted shakily as he swirled his tongue around her nubbin.
Her arms rested limp and subordinate in their sticky prison as her body succumbed to his will. Her legs were spread wide open like the world’s biggest hussy. It was a title she was proud to own in that moment.
Growing pleasure rippled across her clenching belly. Beads of arousal dripped from her channel. That hot mouth tasted her nectar, growled possessively, tongue beating her clit down until she broke.
Danielle came screaming. Her muscles locked, cells firing. Her body bucked, cunt smashing against his face. He tongued her furiously and through her fractured breaths she heard the swiftness of his tongue lashing at her throbbing pearl. The intimate act sounded so wet and dirty.
The way he looked at her afterward was so filthy, but there was light hiding behind the darkness, an unshakable bond that the most obscene of lusts couldn’t snuff out.
Cole held her slit open and smiled lewdly when he saw the hot slickness pulsing from her body.
“You taste so sweet,” he purred.
Burying his face between her legs again, he spoke one word, but she couldn’t hear it.
“Hmm?”
“Give me more.” His voice was raw with desire.
He went down on her again, flicking her tingly clit with his tongue. In seconds she came again, womb shuddering as her body poured out wetness in offering for him. He sat back and eyeballed her quivering sex like some kind of special pervert. It only made her cream harder.
After a moment he looked her in the eye and smiled. For a few seconds there the softness in his eyes and the joyful curve of his lips reminded her of that lighthearted openness she’d seen in him the day they first went to bed together over a decade ago.
He was definitely darker now, harder, withdrawn. He’d always kept to himself for the most part, but now there seemed to be a cynical bent to his aloofness. He was older and wiser now, and possibly jaded. She loved both sides to him, the light and the dark. But she wanted him to be so happy with her he grinned. His smiles had rarely showed his teeth back then, but now they didn’t at all. He didn’t seem miserable or anything, just cut off from the gentler side of life.
Part of her blamed herself for the change in him. Maybe her breaking his heart had caused him to swear never to be that open with anyone again.
Another part of her thought that perhaps something had happened to him in London. Maybe he’d seen things.
Or maybe her imagination was simply going bonkers and this was just the way he was now. Sometimes people changed with age. It didn’t necessarily mean that they’d been through hell.
“We’re going to have to bathe again, aren’t we?” he said while peeling the duct tape off her arms.
She nodded.
After clearing away the towels they got back into the tub again. By now the water had cooled and the flames in the fireplace had diminished. All that was left was glowing coals and smoldering ashes.
“You’re rather quiet,” he noted. “Is everything all right?”
She nodded.
His brow furrowed in concern before a half smile tilted his lips. “You don’t have to stay quiet anymore, Danielle. I only expect you to follow orders during a scene. I’m well aware that women are fully committed to doing what they want outside the bedroom.”
She grinned. “You’d better believe it.”
“Were you going to keep quiet for the rest of your days?”
“Pretty much.”
The skin near the edges of his eyelids crinkled when he smiled. It was another closemouthed one, but this time there were creases bracketing his mouth.
Getting warmer.
Chapter Six
He slowed the car to a stop when he saw the bitch he’d been targeting standing there by the side of the road with her thumb sticking out. Her name was Nicole. He’d been meaning to make her his next victim and here she was hitchhiking. This was too easy.
“Do you need a lift?” he asked through the rolled-down window.
“Please. It’s so cold out here.” She got into the car on the passenger’s side. “Thanks for the ride.”
“Don
’t mention it.”
He pushed the lever so the windows rolled back up, partly because it was cold out and also because he didn’t want anyone to hear her scream.
He began driving again. “What were you doing out there all by yourself in the snow?”
“My car broke down.”
“I see.”
“Can you just drive me to the Burger King in Rapid City? I’m meeting some friends there.”
“Of course.” He glimpsed the keys she toyed with in her hand. “I like that keychain.”
“Thanks.” She smiled.
“Was it a gift from someone or did you get it for yourself?”
“It was actually a gift from an ex-boyfriend.”
“You must have been fond of him to have kept it.”
“Well, I liked him, but I’m over him.”
“Then why keep it?”
“Because I like it.” She turned the keys over in her hand, admiring the charm attached to it. “It’s a little bunny. He got it for me because he knew how much I love bunnies.”
His fingers clenched the steering wheel. The cunt babbled on, completely clueless to the fact that her blood would soon be spilled all over the snow. He couldn’t wait.
“So you kept the keychain out of your fondness for rabbits rather than a lingering attachment for your ex?”
“Yeah,” she replied. “Most people throw out gifts from their exes, but I figure if you like the stuff they bought you, why not just keep it? It doesn’t mean you like them. It just means you like the goodies they bought you. It’s all about detaching. You get what I’m saying, don’t you?”
He turned his head and gave her a slow smile. “Yes, I’m fully aware of how to detach from certain situations.”
* * * *
Danielle waited for Cole at Leather & Lace one night. He’d texted her, telling her what to wear and when to meet him there. She was surprised he was okay with taking their bedroom action into public since he was normally so reclusive. As to be expected, he’d informed her that they would do their scene in a private room rather than getting down and dirty in front of everyone. That was more Heller’s style. She liked it both ways.
Cole had told her she could have a drink if she liked, but no alcohol tonight. It made her wet to be forbidden to drink for some reason. If another man told her not to drink she probably would have done it anyway. With him, she wanted to listen. It might have been because she knew he wouldn’t abuse his power over her like Gavin and Cash had.
She approached the bar where Justin Huntington was texting. “Hi.”
“Wuz up?”
She smirked and climbed onto a barstool. “I wanted to get some ice water if you’re not too busy.”
“No problem. I’m actually not on the clock, but Felicia can help you out. Isn’t that right, girly?”
Felicia’s head popped up.
“Oh, hi there.” Danielle grinned at her. “That was unexpected.”
Felicia smiled back at her. “Sorry. I was just picking crap up off the floor. You wanted water?”
“Please.”
“Coming right up.” She poured her a glass. “Want ice?”
“Yes, please.”
Justin kept texting. “Have either of you seen that pretty new barista at the coffee shop?”
“Cat?” Felicia asked.
“You know her name?”
“It says it right on her name tag.”
He grinned. “Who knew?”
Felicia smirked and passed the glass of chilly water to her.
“Thanks,” Danielle said.
“Where are your partners?” Felicia asked.
“I’m meeting Cole here.”
Grinning, Justin nodded. “Yeah, you are.”
Danielle had to smile. He was a cutie. He reminded her of Brighton in some ways. They hung out together a lot. They’d probably rubbed off on each other.
“How many do you have now?” Felicia asked.
Justin spoke while texting. “She’s got like six of them.”
Felicia’s eyes widened. “Really, what’s that like?”
Blushing, Danielle bit back a smile. “It’s amazing.”
“I bet.”
“What?” someone growled.
Felicia jumped a little and faced the punk-looking DJ, Jasper. He’d had a red Mohawk originally, but he’d recently dyed it dark blue. It looked much better this way, although the punk rock look wasn’t really Danielle’s type.
Felicia put on a brief smile that came across as fake. “Hi, sweetie. We’re just talking.”
“Yeah, I heard.” Jasper stalked toward her. “You think group sex is hot, don’t you?”
“No, baby. I was just showing interest in her story.”
“I told you before I don’t like it when you lie to me.”
“I’ve never lied to you.”
“You’re lying now.”
“Do you want something to drink?” Felicia asked.
Jasper glowered at her. “Don’t try to change the subject. You spent an awful long time on the floor a minute ago. What were you doing?”
This confrontation made Danielle uncomfortable. She felt bad for Felicia. If some jerk treated her like that in public, she’d dump his ass.
“Some olives and stuff fell on the floor. I was picking them up.”
“You want to know what I think?” Jasper stood there right in her face. “I think you were feeling Justin up or sucking his cock.”
Justin burst into laughter. “Heck, yeah.”
Felicia shot a horrified look at him. “Justin.”
The urgent worry on her face bothered Danielle. She could understand being annoyed or pretending to be, but not concerned.
“I knew it.” Jasper grabbed her arm.
Danielle’s mouth fell open. “Hey.”
He looked daggers at her. “You got something to say to me?”
“Yeah, let her go. She didn’t do anything wrong.”
“She had some guy’s dick in her mouth. Not that I expect you to understand fidelity.”
“Excuse me?”
“Fuck off, Jasper,” Justin threw a glance at him in between texting. “Felicia didn’t give me head. If she had, do you really think I’d be standing here texting? I’d elope with her.”
“What?” Jasper snapped.
Felicia cringed.
“Kidding,” Justin said.
A Southern drawl floated in behind her. “Whoa. What you doing there, boy?”
Danielle looked over her shoulder and saw two muscular men approaching together. It was Jed and Diesel, the two men who had approached her and Felicia at the coffeehouse back in September. Jed wore camouflage pants, a silver cross necklace, dark combat boots, and a black hoodie.
“Is that any of your business?” Jasper spat.
The Southerner let out a long whistle. “My God, he’s one of those. When was the last time we encountered one of those?”
Diesel held Jasper’s scowl while answering his friend’s question. “It’s been a while.”
He had on a snug black T-shirt, dark jeans, and a silver dog tag around his thick neck.
“This doesn’t concern you,” Jasper said impatiently.
“Oh, I beg to differ,” the drawling gent countered. “The only thing that pains me more than an unclaimed ass is seeing a woman not treated right.”
Jasper let go of Felicia and his stance shifted so he faced the two strangers. “You want a piece of me?”
Jed grinned. “He’s a feisty one, isn’t he, Diesel?”
Diesel crossed his big arms. “He sure is.”
She would have considered Diesel the brawniest man she’d ever seen if not for Heller. Nobody was as big as him—in more ways than one.
“Darlin’, you don’t have to settle for him,” the Southern gent told her. “If you were our woman we’d treat you right.”
Felicia smiled a little before catching herself.
“Excuse me?” Jasper raised his voice.
“Don’t make a scene, boy.”
“Don’t call me boy and don’t tell me what to do.”
“But that’s what you need, someone to rough you up, make you listen.” The gum-chewing man wiggled his eyebrows.
Jasper gave him a black look. “Are you hitting on my woman?”
Jed shook his head, rolling his eyes a little. “He ain’t too bright, is he, Diesel?”
“No,” Diesel said curtly.
“He’s normally really sweet,” Felicia told them. “We just had a misunderstanding.”
“Don’t patronize me,” Jasper said.
“I didn’t mean to.”
“Pipe down, boy.” Jed extended his hand. “The name’s Jed, by the way.”
Jasper spat on his extended hand when he reached across the bar. Jed pursed his lips and pulled his hand back.
“Now, there was no call for that.” Jed turned to Justin. “What about you, twink? You want in?”
Justin was clueless. “Want in where?”
Jed smirked. “Our human sandwich. Diesel and I were thinking of taking a third on tonight. We need a soft, cute boy between us real bad right now, don’t we, Diesel?”
“Yes,” Diesel replied.
Apparently he didn’t talk much. Jed said enough for the both of them.
Justin blinked rapidly at this and swallowed. “Y-you want to have sex with me?”
Jed grinned. “You’re a lot smarter than that other one.”
“Hey!” Jasper snapped.
Jed blew him a kiss that had the DJ scandalized.
Justin licked his lips.
Jed grunted, scruffy face becoming taut. “God, that tongue.”
Danielle was getting turned on and glad that the two men had broken up the confrontation.
“Um, I … I’ve never …” Justin blushed, but he didn’t seem repulsed by the idea.
Jasper did. “That’s disgusting.”
“Shut your mouth, boy,” Jed reproached him. “You’d love it.”
“I would not.”
“Well, kid?” Diesel asked the bartender.
Justin stuck his phone in his pocket, hand shaking. “I’m kind of straight.”
Diesel smirked. “Kind of?”
“Yeah, totally. There’s this girl I like. We text and stuff.”
“Well, if you change your mind we’ll be in the showers in the men’s locker room,” Jed informed him. He threw Jasper a wry glance. “You’re too nasty to be with a woman. What you ought to do is find yourself a nice son of a bitch, or two, to teach you how to behave.”
