“Tell me,” I demand as I press a finger into her pussy. “Who do you belong to?”
“You.” She answers without thought. “I belong to you.” She whimpers as I enter the second finger.
“And what does that mean?” I ask knowing that she needs the reminder. Even if we just said it.
“That you can have me anytime you want me.” She pauses. “However you want me.” Her voice shakes, and her fingers dig into the comforter.
“That’s right. Now”—I slide my finger between her ass cheeks again, and she tenses—“be a good girl and let me take you however I want.” I slide my finger into her ass, and she whimpers as she shifts on her knees. “Just breathe,” I tell her as I pull out my finger and then enter it again. This time, she gasps. I do it again and again until she has relaxed a little more.
I reach over to my nightstand and grab what we need. I open up the bottle of lube and pour some over the length of my hard cock and then a little more on my finger.
I shift up on my knees and spread her legs wide. Usually, there would be some preparation on her part for a woman to take it in the ass, but we don’t have time for that now. I’m losing control of not only her, but also my life, and I need it back. I’m gonna do that by showing her that I’m in charge.
I take my cock in my hand and rub the lube all over it before I gently press it against her ass. She cries out and tenses as I stretch the part that no one has ever been. But I don’t give up. I will have this part of her too. Her body is the only thing that she willingly gives up to me. And she’s not telling me no. She’s not stopping me. So I do what I want to do. I take it.
“Brecken!” She cries out as she arches her back.
“Just relax, baby. Just relax,” I tell her as I very slowly slide in and out of her. Just giving her the head at first. I grind my teeth as she stretches, slowly but surely, allowing me in. Every stroke, I give her just a little more of me.
I don’t know how much time passes. It was agonizingly slow for me, but probably not slow enough for her. Eventually, I’m all the way in and I lay my chest over her back. Sweat covers us both, and I give her a second to catch her breath. Her body is shaking, and she’s panting. Her hands still fisted in the sheets. I grab a handful of her hair and yank her head back. She gasps as her perfect lips part, and I see unshed tears in her eyes. “How does that feel, baby?” I growl, my lips almost touching her ear.
Her lips move as she tries to speak, but nothing comes out. Just a whimper and I smile. “I’ll tell you how it feels for me.” I pull back slowly and push forward again. Long but slow strokes. “So fucking good.” I bring my other hand between her body and the bed. I wrap my hand around her throat. Her eyes close and then open. “When I’m done with you, you’ll remember what I did.” I pull back and thrust forward again. “You’ll remember that I own you.” I do it again. “That you’re mine and that you will obey me.” My pace picks up, and she tries to nod her head the best she can, but it’s hard with my hand around her throat. “And if you ever forget that, I’ll be happy to remind you.”
I let go of her neck and shove her head into the comforter as I take her ass just as hard as I would take her pussy or her mouth. I meant every word of what I told her and a part of me hopes she forgets it, so I can remind her again.
SKYE
My body physically shakes as I lie on my stomach on the bed. My body tense and my muscles tight. He fucked my ass! And it hurt like hell. But it also felt good. It’s hard to explain.
I wanted to scream stop every time he pulled out because I had this feeling I had to go to the bathroom. Sick, I know. But when he’d thrust forward, it was this amazing sensation.
I had never had the urge to try anal before. To me, it’s just slutty. Too dirty. I always felt like it would make you feel cheap. Maybe because some see it as taboo. But it was nothing like that. Did it feel like a grudge fuck? Absolutely! And his words proved that. He was taking me, and he was gonna take any part of me that he wanted. And I let him.
I wasn’t going to stop him. I want it just as much as he wants to give it. I want to feel something other than fear and heartache, and Brecken gives me that. He gives me that in more than one way, and I welcome it. Pain. I can handle pain over fear any day.
“Are you okay?” I hear him ask from behind me.
I lie face down, my legs still spread, with my eyes closed trying to catch my breath. “Yes,” I say hoarsely. “Just … need a minute,” I say honestly.
I hear him chuckle. “Bastard,” I say breathlessly, and his laughter grows louder.
“Come on,” he says slapping my ass, and I moan from the sensation and the lingering pain. “Let’s take a shower.” I feel him climb off the bed.
I slowly make my way off the bed and to the bathroom. He has the shower warm by the time I make it in there, and he opens the door for me. “Ladies first.”
I snort. “Now, you’re gonna be a gentleman?” I question as I walk in.
He shuts the door behind him and places his hands on my shoulders. He turns me to face him. His knuckles run along my face, and I lean into them. “I’m not gonna apologize,” he says honestly.
“I didn’t expect one.”
He pushes me up against the wall, and I whimper ‘cause my ass is so sore. “You were screaming my name as you came,” he says, and my cheeks heat up. “I don’t think it was all that bad.”
I smile up at him shyly. “It wasn’t.”
He smiles back. “Good. I’ll remember that next time.”
My smile drops off my face. “Next time?”
“Don’t worry, baby.” He lowers his lips down to mine. “I’m not all that into anal.”
“Then why did we do it?” I ask softly as my arms wrap around his neck. Geez, I can’t get enough of this man.
His tongue comes out and runs along my bottom lip. “I wanted to take it from you,” he whispers darkly.
A shudder runs through me at those words. “I gave it to you.” Or did I?
“You did.” He smiles against my lips. “But would you have just offered it to me?” he questions.
“No.” I sigh. I would never say fuck me in my ass. Well, I wouldn’t have said that twenty minutes ago. I have a feeling I may be doing it soon, though.
“Exactly,” he says in satisfaction. “Have you ever had a toy that you couldn’t put down?”
I suck in a breath, and I close my eyes. “No,” I say, not really knowing what he means.
His hands tangle in my hair as the steam starts to cloud the shower door. “You’re my toy, Skye. You’re my toy that I don’t wanna put down. You’re the toy that I want to use over and over again. I wanna fucking own you,” he growls as his hands grip my hair so tightly that my scalp stings.
“Then own me,” I breathe. Yes, I want to be owned.
He smiles against my neck. “Oh, baby, I already do.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
BRECKEN
I sit up at the club when my cell rings. I look down to see it’s Jet. “What’s up?” I ask when I answer it.
“Got some news back on the little girl.”
I sit up straighter. “What did you find out?”
“Well, the parents were out of town when the boy had the party. When he refused to cooperate, they threw him in county to let him sweat it out, that kinda thing. He still refused to talk. But the parents finally arrived back in town, and the father demanded to talk to him. We figured he would have him lawyer up and make it more difficult for us, but that was not the case.”
“What did he do?”
“The father pretty much beat the shit out of him as he demanded answers to why his little girl was dead. I wasn’t here, but I heard it was sad yet rewarding. The boy cracked like a little bitch when he realized the pain his mom and dad were in over his little sister dying.”
“So what information did he give up? Anything that we can use?” I ask hopeful.
He sighs. “Yes and no. All he said was that his girlfriend takes
a drug called Gen. I guess. It’s like the newest thing out for orgies. Anyway, she had brought it to a party. We had a car go pick her up, and it took only seconds for her to cry like a baby and tell us where she got the drug. She said she got it out at a club but couldn’t remember the name.”
I lean back in my seat. “Well, that isn’t shit,” I growl. “Did you ask her if it was Throb?”
“No, the other guys don’t know that we are on this case, so they didn’t have anything specific to go on.”
“Wait a minute?” I pause. “Who up at the station knows about these two cases?”
“No one, Brecken. That’s why Jones put me with you. I needed a partner, and he said you would be perfect. Like I said, when I was at your house that night, I about shit a brick when he told me exactly who you are.”
I laugh. “But why is this case so secretive?”
“Jones thinks there are leaks. Higher people in this town paying the little people off. He says if someone is working for the other side, then they could help the drug spread even faster in this town, and we would never get any answers.”
“Did they at least ask the girl what the club looked like? Where it was?”
“By the time they went to do that, the father had an attorney. Himself. He’s well known in this town.”
“Well, fuck!” I hiss.
“Fuck is right. So we’re back to square one.” I lean back in my chair and run a hand over my face. “What about James? Did you guys go?”
“Yes, that was also a dead end. He blew us off.” And I haven’t heard from Rusty. “Have you gone yet?”
“No, I figured I’d give it a few days between when you guys went. I don’t wanna look too suspicious.”
“Okay.” Good thinking.
“Are you up at the club?” he asks.
“Yes.” I check my watch. It’s a little after midnight.
“How are things with you and Skye?” he asks. “What Case did was pretty fucked up. And if you would have told me that you were keeping secrets from her, I would have made sure not to mention anything that could reveal them.”
“Oh, all of a sudden, you’re on my side?” I ask with a chuckle.
“No, I just think that she’s crazy.” He laughs, and I have to agree with him. “After what she pulled at Seven Deadly Sins, taking that bar and then putting herself in danger like that …” He pauses. “I now understand why you are trying to protect her. She’s gonna get herself killed. And I may not agree with what is going between you two …”
“Nothing’s going on,” I lie. I can’t keep my hands off her or my mind free of her.
“Right,” he says flatly. “I also don’t want to see her dead. Her friend suffered pretty badly, and I’d hate to see the same thing happen to her.”
We say our goodbyes, and I sit back and sigh as I run a hand through my hair. I can’t even imagine something like that happening to Skye. Just the thought makes my chest tighten and my heart ache.
My phone vibrates and then lights up. Skye lights up my screen. “Hey, babe,” I answer without thought. “How was work?”
“Brecken.” She sniffs.
“What’s wrong?” I ask softly. She sounds like she’s crying.
“I’m okay. But …” My body instant stiffens. “But I’m on the way to the hospital.”
“What? Why?” I stand from my chair.
“I had a car wreck.”
SKYE
I sit in a hospital bed in the ER. My hands shake and my heart is still racing. I don’t even know what happened; it was all so fast. I was just driving down the road and then the next thing I know, my airbag hits my face, and my car was on the side of the road.
“Here you go,” a nurse in pink scrubs says as she enters my little room with a cup of water.
“Thank you,” I say giving her a soft smile.
“Is there someone I need to call for you?” she offers.
I take a small sip and then shake my head. “No, but thank you. Someone is already on their way.”
She nods and then says, “I’ll be right outside if you need anything.”
The doctor walks in with a smile on his face and my chart in his hands. “Okay, Skye. All your tests came back fine. You will have some bruising from the airbag, but other than that, everything checks out. I will prescribe you some pain pills in case you feel you need them later.”
“I’m just a little sore,” I tell him.
“Yes, but you will feel worse tomorrow than you do right now. Once the adrenaline wears off, it may be a little less tolerable.”
I nod but don’t plan to take them. “Thank you.”
Just as he walks out, I hear him. Brecken. I hear him out there asking for me, and I smile. I take a deep breath, and my body automatically relaxes. I didn’t understand till now just how much I want him to be here for me. To hold me.
He enters and storms over toward me. “Skye,” he says breathing a sigh when he sees me sitting up and smiling. “Are you okay?” He sits down on the side of my bed.
I nod. “The doctor just left. He said that everything is fine.”
“What happened?” he demands, as his dark eyes look me over as if to reassure himself.
“I don’t really know,” I say honestly.
“How do you not know?” he questions with a frown.
“It all happened so fast. I didn’t see anything …”
“Well, what exactly happened?” he demands. I can tell he’s on edge.
“I had left work and was on my way to Seven Deadly Sins. I was in the fast lane and had just moved to the slow lane. I looked in my rearview and side mirrors, and there was no one there and then all of a sudden my car veered off the road, and I hit a tree.” He sucks in a breath. “I must have passed out …”
“What?” He reaches up and places his hands on my head. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “Yeah, I woke up, and there was an ambulance there. They said I needed to go to the hospital. I told them I was fine, and that I wanted to call you to come and get me, but they said they couldn’t allow that. That I had to go with them. So that was when I called you to tell you where I was headed.”
“Where did this bruise come from?” he asks, gesturing to my upper chest.
“My air bag,” I say.
He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Okay, let’s get you out of here.
Wait right here.” Then he walks out.
CHAPTER TWENTY ONE
BRECKEN
I walk into my closet and grab her a shirt off one of my hangers. I know I had her bring clothes over here, but I prefer her in my clothes.
I crack the bathroom door open and see that she is already in the shower. The foggy glass keeps me from seeing her, and I frown. I walk over to the door and open it as she stands under the spray. Her dark hair is wet as it covers her back. She lifts her hand to run them over her hair, and I see a bruise under her arm. “Where did that bruise come from?” I demand.
She opens her eyes and looks over at me. I point at her arm, and she sighs as she lifts her arm and looks at it. “The airbag.”
“How?” I ask.
“The doctor said that when it went off my hand must have been on top of the steering wheel, and it pushed them above my head.”
“How do you feel?” I ask, ignoring the sickening feeling in my gut. She’s safe. It could have been much worse.
“I feel okay. Just a little sore.”
I nod. “I placed a shirt on the counter for you.”
“Thank you.”
I walk out of the bathroom and to the bed. As I lie down, my phone goes off. I look to see it’s Jet.
Jet: Is Skye okay?
I had texted him on the way to the hospital because he was going to come up to the club, and I informed him that I had to leave.
Me: Yes. Just a little sore.
As I place my phone on the nightstand, the bathroom door opens. I stare at her wide-eyed when I see she is standing there naked. “I hope you don’t min
d.” She bites her lips nervously. “But I don’t feel like wearing a t-shirt tonight.”
I shake my head as my eyes trail over her perfect breasts, flat stomach, and narrow hips. She’s so tiny, but she has curves where I like them. She has a perfect fucking bubble ass that could model any pair of jeans or shorts. And she has these perfect tits that fit just right in my hand. And her pussy … well, let just say there’s nothing better than it, except maybe her mouth.
She pushes off the door and walks over to the bed. “Will you turn the light off, please?” I ask her.
She comes to an abrupt stop, and I look away from her. I’m testing her. I know she’s hiding something from me, and although I’m not gonna push her, I’m sure as hell gonna test her.
I look up at her through my lashes, and I watch her look around the room. She sees that the lamp on my nightstand is on, and she flips off the light. I smile to myself. I had left that lamp on for that exact reason.
She crawls into bed next to me and gives me a shy smile. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me,” I say confused as to why she’s thanking me.
“Well, you’ve done quite a bit that I haven’t thanked you for. And you deserve thanks.”
I look down to her tits peeking out from underneath the covers. “Why all of a sudden no shirt?” I ask as my hands itch to touch them.
“I don’t like sleeping in them,” she admits. “I move around too much, and I get tangled up in them.”
I wrap my arm around her and pull her to me. “Best idea you’ve ever had. You have to sleep naked every night from now on,” I say with a smile, and she giggles. She didn’t even realize what I said. The fact that I said it as if we have a future together and I find myself praying that we do.
“Plus, it’s easier for sex.” She reaches between our bodies and grabs my cock. I pull away. “What’s wrong?”
“We aren’t having sex tonight,” I tell her.
Her face falls. “Why? Did I do something wrong?” I hate that she thinks it’s her fault.
“No. You were in a car wreck tonight, babe. You need to take it easy,” I inform her.
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