Blindsight: The Series (Complete Erotic Suspense STANDALONE)

by Leigh, Adriane

  ``I need,'' I gasped when his thick cock invaded. ``Need you to fuck me, now.'' I was nearly growling with desperate pleasure.

  A soft groan sounded before he landed a swift smack at my ass, and then another right on the same spot. The stinging pleasure turned to a sharp burn and I yelped, pulling away reflexively before he yanked me back to him. ``You need my belt around your neck to keep you still?''

  His hand gripped around the root of his cock as he eased his thick girth inside me. A thumb grazed the hot, sensitive bud of my ass, a feral hiss escaping my lips when he eased one deft digit past the tight ring of muscle. His complete ownership of my body, his to show-off, his to play with, blasted my senses with waves of disgraceful desire. "Keep it quiet, Erin. Wouldn't want anyone to see those pretty tits, your slutty cunt wrapped around my dick, begging me to take this sweet ass." His sinewy form stretched across my back, his warm breath lighting fire across my nape and sending shivers through every nerve. "Shh.'' One punishing palm, the same that'd just eased his cock into my soaked pussy, wrapped around my mouth, choking off words and heaving pants. Caging me from all else but him, his body, his hands, his words. ``Anyone catches you, it'd be front page news. Maybe a video uploaded on the internet." His words and his roughened digits grating against nerve-endings that pulsed with white hot lust. "Ah, here comes someone now." Amusement and arousal coursed through his voice.

  My hooded gaze cast to the street to see a handsome man in a three-piece suit approaching. My breath echoed in my chest when Hunter's thumb worked tight circles at the bud of my ass. My eyes focused on the stranger's dashing profile as my orgasm coiled and tightened deep in my belly. I wanted to turn away, I should be slamming the door, but I was reckless in Hunter's hands. The wanton slut buried down deep came out shamelessly, begging for his hands, his lips, his dirty talk, and his dick. Begging for all of him he would give me.

  "So sweet and innocent." Hunter grazed teeth across my shoulder blade. A quiet whimper left my lips as I squirmed, my eyes still on the profile of the handsome businessman, praying he wouldn't look up, pure hot arousal throttling through my bloodstream at the possibility that he may.

  He grunted and thrust fiercely, my hands sweating up the window pane, my fingernails searching for something to dig into before he fucked me straight to the floor, his words tumbling out as lust crowded all else. ``So fucking sweet. Can't wait to show my sweet little slut off to every fucking stranger that comes in my house. Should I tell them how you let me fuck you? Let me tie you up, force you to swallow my cock like a bad girl?'' His dirty talk frazzled my mind and sent arousal flooding over his dick and down my thighs. He removed his hand from my mouth, skating across the dips and hollows of my form.

  ``I'm going to come,'' I whimpered.

  ``You want him to watch you come, Princess?'' His rambles urged my orgasm on and I slid a hand between my thighs to work my fingers at my clit to hasten the rush. ``Not yet, baby girl,'' He smacked my other ass cheek in punishment for moving too soon, taking control. I loved his spankings and punishments; I would give up all control to get them.

  I pulled away again, all but begging for another hit, never considering that the soft crack of his hand on my ass may alert the businessman strolling by. What would I do if he saw us? What if his eyes sparked with raw desire? Would I let them both fuck me? Yes, the shameful slut wiggled her ass again. I would beg for it.

  Hunter's punishment landed on my ass and I sucked in a quick breath, the pain immediately followed by a rush of decadent pleasure. His other hand worked between my ass cheeks, the incredible sense of fullness almost too much to bear. Almost.

  ``Oh my God,'' I hummed, squirming in the only way I knew how to ask for it again. His deft fingers smoothed away any lasting bite before he landed a swift smack across my pussy, the sting radiating through my clit and causing an orgasm to burn its way through my nerves, building and begging for the final crescendo.

  ``That's it, Princess. Come all over my fat dick. I want two orgasms from you.'' Hunter's thumb retreated from my ass as he gripped both of my hips, rocking to an erratic rhythm before his muscles bunched and tightened as an orgasm crashed through him. Our voices fell into a primal symphony as he moaned that he was coming and I moaned as my second orgasm crashed through me in violent waves. I sucked in long breaths of air, feeling my body burn up and ignite with pleasure.

  He slammed the door a moment later, before his sweaty body caged me in against the wall of cool glass. ``Jesus.''

  ``Yeah....'' I sighed, feeling my body begin its slow descent to normal.

  "Next time I'm recording that."

  ``What? Hunter, no way!''

  "You like to be watched." He winked and sauntered away, leaving me still reeling from the orgasms he'd given me. ``I need a cigarette after that one.''

  ``I swear, I never have any idea what's coming out of your mouth next.'' I giggled and righted myself, feeling thoroughly used, and anxious to see if there were any marks on my ass from the spankings. I loved his marks.

  He only shrugged as I trailed behind him as he went for the kitchen and fished through a drawer, coming up with a beat-up pack of crinkled cigarettes. ``Last one.'' His eyebrows wagged sweetly.

  I laughed. ``I thought you'd quit for good, I haven't seen you smoke one of those in weeks.'' I started a cup of tea for myself.

  ``Was trying.'' He winked. ``We'll call this the well and true last one.''

  I followed Hunter out to his small balcony a moment later with a steaming cup of English breakfast in hand. ``The photo is beautiful. Thank you for taking it,'' I said, feeling humbled not only by his talent, but that he wanted to hang a photo of me in his house.

  ``I'm calling it `Blind Sight.''' He exhaled a plume of smoke.

  ``Interesting. Care to elaborate?'' I giggled, high on him.

  ``First,'' his eyes darkened, ``That giggle will get you fucked again.'' My eyes widened with his words, snapping me back to stark, naked reality. ``And I'm naming it `Blind Sight' because you were beautiful and innocent and blind to all the bad in the world, until I got a hold of you.'' His lips crooked up in a cocky grin.

  ``That sounds like a load of artistic bullshit.'' I arched an elegant brow at him, hoping he'd step up to my challenge.

  ``Quite the little critic, are we? You're gonna pay for that smart mouth.'' His growl burned through me and churned my insides with arousal. ``Turn around.'' Hunter whipped me in his arms and pressed me against the railing of his balcony overlooking the city.

  With the city lights burning in my eyes, Hunter's palms ran up my thighs before a swift crack landed on my already sensitive behind.

  Hunter was up to the challenge all right. I'd been a fool to ever doubt otherwise.

  five

  We camped out in Hunter's home until Thursday morning, before we found ourselves boarding a quick flight for the rescheduled shoot in New York. Hunter insisted that it couldn't be delayed anymore, and truthfully, an escape from this city sounded heavenly, even if we were only planning one night away.

  ``Are you sure it's okay we're so far away right now?'' I pulled my bag from the dark Lexus that was dropping us off at our hotel on the Upper East Side.

  ``It'll be fine, and work has to carry on, right?'' He cast aside my doubt with his infectious, vibrant energy. ``What do you say we stop for a slice of New York pizza after we drop these off?'' He gestured to the bags on his shoulders as we stepped into the balmy night.

  ``Right now? It's after midnight.'' I laughed. It felt good, his positive enthusiasm radiating through my body was something I'd missed these last few weeks since the world had crumbled in on us.

  ``Any time is a good time for pizza.'' He smiled as we stepped past the doorman to reception. Twenty minutes later we were giggling back through the lobby with Styrofoam boxes of giant, cheesy pizza slices in hand. We settled on the leather loveseat in the room, cross-legged and facing each other, gobbling down our pizza with bottles of beer and listening to VH1 Classic in the background.

/>   ``So I've been doing some research on your mom,'' Hunter said after he'd finished chewing.

  ``My mom?'' I asked, taking another bite of the slice.

  ``Well, you said you were in East Town first before you left the city.''

  ``Yeah?'' I said when I finished chewing.

  ``Do you know who bought the house in Clearview?''

  ``My mom. I don't know, I never thought about it.'' I set my pizza down and cocked a head at Hunter. ``Why?''

  ``I dug up the title.'' His eyes shot to me. ``They're public record. It's listed under a company name. Or was, before the corporation was dissolved.''

  ``Really? That's weird. I've never known her to be associated with any official corporation.'' I tilted my head and stretched my memory back to any information I had on the purchase of our house. ``She's owned it for almost thirty years. I think she finally paid it off a while ago...'' I shrugged, offering the only dim glimmer of information I had.

  ``It's been paid off for quite a while.'' Hunter ran a hand through his hair. ``I'm going to keep looking at it, but I thought I'd run it by you. It may mean nothing. Banks gave out home loans right and left back then.''

  I only nodded in response, though my wheels were finally turning as I wondered why she'd had trouble paying bills all those years but never worried about keeping the house. Maybe she'd had assistance buying it through one of those low-income organizations? ``Let me know if you find anything more. I'll help however I can, even just to bounce ideas off of.'' I clasped his forearm in a soft squeeze. ``We should get to bed; the photoshoots always come too early.'' I sighed and rubbed my full tummy.

  ``You sure require a lot of sleep,'' Hunter teased and then swooped me in his arms and carried me to the king bed that dominated the other half of the room.

  ``I have a brutal boss that works me `round the clock,'' I giggled before Hunter's hands worked up my shirt, undressing me before tucking me into the cool sheets.

  ``I'm going to send a few emails then I'll be right over.'' He placed a poignant kiss on my lips before tucking the covers around my neck and placing another reverent kiss on my forehead. ``Sleep tight, Princess,'' his rough voice hummed and sent chills running through my system.

  ``I love you, Hunter.'' Drowsy with sleep, my eyes were already falling closed.

  ``Love you too, baby.'' His touch ran down the length of my body beneath the covers before he walked back to the couch and lifted his laptop into his lap and shoved another bite of pizza into his mouth.

  The following morning we found ourselves in the suite of an up and coming international model who had hired Hunter to take photos of her for her fiancé, a rowdy NFL bad boy that couldn't keep himself out of the tabloids. Hunter never told me who his clients were beforehand, so I was shocked upon walking into the room when the woman walked out in a short silk robe, and after a double kiss on Hunter's cheeks and a quick once over at me, dropped it and was naked and ready. The following hours only made it more obvious she was very comfortable in front of the camera.

  ``He loves my ass,'' she stated and then arched her lithe form against a window that looked out over Central Park.

  Hunter's eyes widened for a moment, then he slipped into photographer mode and began trailing his gaze across her, taking in the light and the angles. Moments later his camera went to his face and he began clicking.

  The model arched and pushed her hips at every odd angle she could think of to accentuate her slight curves while Hunter's eyes flared with exasperation. He hated ego, and it was ironic that his career depended on the very people that had the biggest heads.

  ``Let's try something else,'' he said before zooming in on her sharp, angular profile. ``Just to the side.'' His thumb tipped her chin at a slight angle. ``Open your lips.'' Hunter pulled her lower lip down and his intense eyes flicked across her face before he straightened a few hairs, tucking them behind her ear. ``Perfect,'' he whispered then lifted the camera and clicked.

  I swallowed as I watched him shoot, feeling jealousy twist my stomach. I hated that he touched her. The model in Portugal hadn't bothered me, but this one--she was professional, graced magazine covers like US Weekly and inTouch. She was beautiful, with full lips and striking platinum hair that shone in the natural light. How could someone like me ever compete?

  ``That's enough! I didn't hire you for head shots.'' The model sneered and broke the pose Hunter had so artfully composed.

  Hunter's eyebrow shot up before he glanced at me. His eyes rolled for a moment before he plastered a compliant grin on his face and then gestured to the piano bench. ``Let's try the baby grand,'' and was off to the opposite corner of the suite. I trailed after him, thinking how meeting her had shattered my formerly shiny image of her. She was a bitch.

  ``You doing good, Princess?'' Hunter's little finger looped with mine when I reached him. I smiled and shook my head, feeling the familiar warmth of his touch circulating my bloodstream. Hunter and I had something that she could never touch, something precious, like a diamond at the bottom of a dark, cold mine. Difficult to excavate, but so much more valuable for it.

  six

  By four pm that afternoon we were back on a plane and flying home to Chicago.

  ``She wasn't easy,'' I huffed in reference to the model.

  ``The professional ones never are.'' Hunter opened his laptop, his fingers rapidly punching keys.

  ``Is there anything I can help you with?'' I leaned over and started working the tight muscles of his shoulders.

  ``No, just trying to stay one step ahead of JW. I have guys keeping their eyes open, guys he knows and trusts.''

  ``What happens if we don't catch him first?''

  ``We?'' Hunter's eyes flicked to mine and lit with merriment. ``You're cute.'' His finger tapped my nose before he placed a soft kiss on my lips. ``If I don't catch him first...I don't know what happens.''

  ``Hunter?'' I paused, working over something JW had said back at the warehouse. ``What he said about your mom...do you think it's true?''

  I watched Hunter take a slow swallow before his gaze glanced out the window. ``Probably.''

  ``But, that means--''

  ``I know what it means, Erin. It means shit. She's long dead, nothing good can come of revisiting that file.''

  ``But he just flaunted it--``

  ``And I'm sure he was waiting for the right time, after all the evidence was lost, the case long forgotten. My mom was a nobody, Erin. I am a nobody, JW saved me and then he ruined my fucking life. I'm getting us out, and getting out means we don't look back.''

  ``But that seems so wrong. What about justice?''

  ``Justice is an illusion, babe. Along with safety and privacy. Don't dig up old skeletons. He may have done it, or maybe he just said that to get to me. He knows all the right buttons to push...''

  ``Family always does,'' I said, curling against Hunter's broad shoulder, my eyes falling closed as I finally allowed exhaustion to overtake me.

  A few hours later we were taxiing down the runway at O'Hare and stuffing our few weekend bags into a car. Tucked under Hunter's arm, we rode the fifteen minutes to his house in silence as I thought maybe tonight was the time to tell him. My stomach had been on the verge of upheaval for much of the weekend, as if the little life inside me was nagging me the only way he knew how, via morning sickness. I had to tell him. I could light candles and maybe we could take a bath and I would confess to Hunter what the nurses had confirmed at the hospital. Congratulations, we're expecting!

  I glanced up at his rugged profile as we sped through the evening light and wondered how he would take the news. Fear that he'd be angry had been my first worry, but looking into his verdant green depths, I had faith that he would save us.

  ``You look beautiful,'' Hunter pulled me from my thoughts.

  ``Thank you.''

  ``I can't wait to get you in my arms tonight in our bed.'' His fingers locked with mine.

  ``Our?'' I grinned as my heart swelled.

  ``Couldn't imagine a night with
out you in it.'' Hunter kissed my nose before the car pulled to a slow stop at his front door. ``Welcome home, Princess.'' Hunter's rasp licked at my insides and had me more excited than ever to get our things unpacked and into a warm tub with him.

  He pulled the keys from his pocket and unlocked the door. ``Ladies, first.'' Hunter winked and slapped at my ass as I walked by. I giggled and turned as I backed into his foyer, wrapping my arms around his neck, ready to kiss him until my lips were bruised.

  His body stiffened, his hands sliding to my shoulders where he tightened painfully. ``Hunter?'' I backed away from his punishing force. He never recognized his own strength. ``What's wrong?'' I turned to see his home exactly as we'd left it except for the closet door next to his office thrown wide open, boxes and paperwork spread across the floor.

  ``What's wrong?'' I asked again before Hunter was striding across the hallway, his eyes intent on the small closet that he always kept locked. Hunter hunched and began rifling through boxes as I approached. He turned and I was startled to find an automatic weapon clutched in one hand.

  My mouth dropped and fear stung my eyes as I looked from the glaring gunmetal to Hunter's angry eyes, then to the closet. More weapons stacked against the wall, boxes and electronics of all sorts, a Kevlar vest hung on one wall, well-organized shelves of surveillance items on the other. I took another step towards the closet as my eyes focused on photos pinned to the back wall hidden in shadow.

  ``Don't go in there.'' Hunter's voice, thick with warning, boomed from behind me.

  But it was too late. Fuck his warnings. Fuck all his talk of safety and protection.

  ``Hunter?'' I choked on the one word running through my head at lightning speed. ``How could you?''

  Staring back at me were dozens of surveillance photos of myself. Some from just days ago as I was out running errands around the city. I recognized another from the morning we'd met, many of my mom and I at lunch, more of my mom alone, at her house and out, and me. Me. I was everywhere. ``What the fuck is this?!'' I shrieked as I stepped in, disregarding the tight grip at my elbow.