by Dani René
I want her bound to the bed, she needs a whipping for fucking Jayce, and she can’t deny it because I know she has. I don’t care if I walked away, she shouldn’t have moved on. Yes, I am being unreasonable, but that’s what happens when it comes to her. I am an unreasonable bastard. That peachy little ass will be marked with my handprint. Soon, baby. So very fucking soon.
As soon as the car pulls up I stand at the window. When she steps out of the car my body is aching to be near her. She’s brought me to my knees, the love that I have for her is all-consuming. My days are spent thinking of her, my nights spent dreaming of her. Every breath I take is because of her. I claimed her when I was thirteen years old that means she’s meant to be with me. Tonight, I will make that right. In more ways than one. I wait for her in the living room. She's seen me at the window. I take a sip of the strong amber liquid, savoring the burn, before I look into those mocha eyes again.
Cassandra
Robert pulls up to the apartment and gets out to open my door. I take a deep breath and step out. When my gaze flits up, I notice the light on in the living room, I can see Lucien standing at the window with a glass of Scotch in his hand. He gives me a small wave and turns from the window.
“Ms. Winters,” Robert hands me my coat and I walk up to the building. I turn back towards him and smile. With a small smile I mouth a “thank you” I turn to meet my fate.
“Cassandra,” Lucien opens the door as I reach the top of the stairs. “I am glad you’re here.” He steps aside, allowing me access to the apartment.
“Thank you, I didn’t think I would ever see this place again.”
“Can I get you a drink?” I turn around and he is behind me. So close his scent washes over me and the need inside me for him ignites. Weeks of not being with him have brought me here. To the shattered man I see before me. His eyes stare into mine and I see his soul, the one he tries to convince me is full of darkness. I see right through him and I realize he sees right through me.
“Yes, please.” I turn to the living room and take in the beautiful dinner setting. There are candles on every surface, their flames dancing in the dim light. Rose petals are strewn across the carpet at the window. He’s really trying. I can’t face him, yet. “You did all this?” My gaze on the window, staring at the beautiful view. The sun is setting and the lights of the city flicker to life.
“I had a bit of help.” I jump at the nearness of Lucien’s voice behind me. “Sorry, I…” His face looks so tired, drawn, like he hadn’t slept in weeks. I turn and take the glass from his hand. When my fingers brush against his, the electric current coursing through my veins alights my desire. There is nothing this man can do to make me hate him. The love is still so tangible between us.
“It’s okay, I’m just…” I am not sure what to say or do. He turns to turn on the sound system in the living room. A soft voice fills the air and I recognize the song by Jay Sean called War. These lyrics held so much more meaning than I could have imagined. It was like he reached into my chest and gripped heart, squeezing it so tight I found it hard to breathe. I gulped the amber liquid down, wincing at the burning sensation in my chest. It’s strong, but I think I need it.
“Cassie, are you okay?” Lucien grabs my elbow in concern and the electric spark that flowed between us shot through me like a hot knife gliding through butter. As much as my body wants to meld into his, I step back, looking into his green eyes and see the concern etched on his face. This is excruciating. I can’t just fall into his arms; he needs to apologize. A few candles and rose petals won’t make things right.
“Yes, fine. Why am I here, Lucien?” I couldn’t do this anymore. It was too much being around him. I pivoted from his gaze. The need to add space between us overwhelms me, and I step back. It calms the tension in my stomach. Like a teenager on her first date I am nervous and unsure.
“I… I miss you, Cassie.” His voice low, tinged with sadness.
“You were the one who walked away not me.” I turn to face him. He nods, downing the rest of his whiskey, he walks over to the bar and grabs the bottle.
“Another one?” I follow him, setting the tumbler on the countertop. As I watch him, I realize his hands are trembling. Is he as scared as I am? The need to hold him, for him to hold me, and tell me that he wants me back is strong.
I have been and still am broken, completely and utterly shattered. The trust I gave him, letting him into my heart away when I shouldn’t have. I had no choice in the matter, my heart was his before I let him in. Even when he hurt me, I realized there was nothing I could have done, because he was it for me. He was part of me. As I stand here looking at him, I know there is nothing more I can ask for, only him. “Cassandra, I want you to tell me something. I am going to look into your magical brown eyes, and I want you to tell me the truth. My feelings for you are too strong to walk away from this. You’re inside me, you course through my veins like a drug. When I am not with you, I can’t live. There is nothing in this world that I could ever want more than you. If I have to spend my life showing you that I will. That is a promise I am making now, and it’s a promise I will keep till I stop breathing. So, now you’re going to tell me everything.” His gaze travels up to mine, the need in them is unbearable and I want to lay down my soul for him, right there on the bar. I open my mouth to speak, but he carries on. “And when you’re done telling me. I am going to take my broken soul, the shattered pieces that I have carried with me for the past month without you,” his stare is so intense I feel heat emanating from it. “And I am going to eat that sweet pussy until your back arches and your nails dig into my skin.”
My breath hitches at his illicit promise. My core tightens with desire and the heat pools in my panties. He walks around the bar, his body flush with mine. As he places the glass in my hand, he leans in and whispers in my ear. “Then I am going to fuck you, hard and fast until you’re screaming my name so loud the whole fucking city will hear you. After I destroy your body, with orgasm after orgasm, you're going to lay in my arms, and I will tell you how much I love you. I am going to own you. When we’re done, we will do it again and again, until I have fucked every trace of any other man out of you.” A soft whimper escapes my lips. I think I may have just come! My panties are soaked, my skin prickles with heated lust. Holy fucking wow! Okay!!! Take me now! Do we even have to talk?? “And every time I drive into you, every time I thrust into that tight little cunt, the only person you’re going to be thinking about, needing, aching for, will be me.” His lips are on the shell of my ear now and my knees almost buckle. “No other man, will ever take you like I am going to. Tonight and for the rest of your life. You are mine. Do you understand me Cassandra?” I nod.
“Yes.” The word comes out so soft, that I am not sure he heard me, but he steps back and watches me. We’re both broken by desire for each other and I need to fix him as much as he needs me.
Lucien
I can see her visible reaction to me. A smile curves my lips, she will submit to me. Not because I ask her to, but because she loves me. She knows we are meant to be together. I have belonged to her since the beginning and she to me. Even before I realized what that meant. When she whispers her agreement, my cock jumps at the sound. Her saying yes to me is what I need, what I want.
Even though I am tempted to take her back to the bedroom, I need to make sure she’s comfortable. The living room seems like the best place for that. As soon as we’re on the sofa, I take a sip of the alcohol, hoping it would calm the hard on that seems to have a mind of its own around her.
My gaze is on her, waiting. She needs to talk to me, but I can’t push. It must be her choice; she needs to let me in. Her body is trembling and the need to pull her into my arms, to take away whatever pain and anguish she’s going through overcomes me. I am about to reach out to her when she starts talking.
“I was 23 when they…” She takes a deep breath. “After that night I wasn’t myself. I partied every week. Drank myself into a coma, to take the pain
away. I blamed myself for what happened.” Her glance flits to the large window as she stares out at the city lights. My girl, my baby, I need to take her pain away. “It was three months after they were killed. There was an opening of a club in New York, some friends invited me and I didn’t refuse. I wasn’t sure how much I drank that night.” Tears slowly fall from her eyes. “One of the girls told me I was so violently ill they almost rushed me to the ER. I had eventually passed out on a mattress in an apartment of one of the girls. The next morning, when I tried to get up, I pulled the sheet down.” Her voice falters and tears are falling freely now. “There… uhm, there was blood everywhere. I…” Not being able to take it anymore, listening to her heart shatter into tiny pieces, I reached out and stroked her back. My fingertips slowly traced a line down her spine and I saw the tremble. “My fault. I didn’t even know. The doctor said I had a miscarriage. The blood…” She gulped her whiskey, and I pulled her into me. I wanted her to feel my love. There wasn’t anything I could do to take the memories away, so I just held her. The fact that she just trusted me enough to tell me was incredible. When I realize the amount of agony this girl, my girl, went through. I can’t believe she’s still sane.
“Cassie,” I pull her away from me, looking into her eyes. “I am so fucking sorry for being such a fucking idiot. Thank you for trusting me.” My voice is barely audible, but she heard me. With the slight nod of her head I tighten my grip around her. I can’t believe she had to go through that alone. “I love you Cassie, so fucking much, I love you.” The shock on her face when she pulled away to face me was evident, only then did I realize I was crying. I was broken, for her, for me, for us. “I’m so sorry I pushed you away. Now I realize I was such a fucking idiot.” With my arms around her, her body molds to mine. “This is where you’re meant to be. In my arms, not in Jayce’s.” Her body stiffens at my words. “It’s okay. My fault for asking him to look out for you. I just didn’t realize he would take you to his bed. It’s my mistake, I pushed you away.”
“Lucien.” My name on her lips sends the desire coursing through my veins. No more talking. It’s time to show her how much I love her. In the only way I can. I place a finger to her soft lips to silence her.
“I promised you something. Now I will deliver.” When I set our glasses on the table, I rise and extend a hand to her. As soon as she slips hers into mine, I lead her upstairs to the master bedroom.
Cassandra
My body hummed in anticipation. “Stand at the end of the bed and wait for me.” He walked out into the hallway and I waited. My gaze taking in the city shimmering below me. I was back where I belonged. With Lucien, this was exactly where I am meant to be. I started when he breathed on my neck. “Now my beautiful girl, I want to show you how much I missed you. Do you want to be here?” I nodded. “Answer me.”
“Yes, Lucien. I don’t want to be anywhere else.” When he stepped in front of me his gaze seared into mine. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me into his rock hard body. Every ridge of his sculpted torso pressed into me. “Lucien.” I breathed.
“Hush. You’re not to speak, unless I tell you to. I have heard your story; you have heard mine. We’re both still here. I am going to make up for the past month of not being inside you.” He tugged at the soft tank top, pulling it up and over my head. My nipples hardened at the cool breeze on my naked skin. A sharp hiss escaped Lucien’s lips when he saw that I wasn’t wearing a bra. “So fucking perfect, every inch of you. Tonight I am going to savor it.” His tongue flicked my one nipple, sucking it into his expert mouth. A moan escaped my lips, running my hands through his unruly spikey hair. I held him to my breast. He pulled away slowly and turned his attention to the other breast. With his tongue flicking over the pebbled bud, grazing his teeth against it, tugging gently. My body was on fire, the desire hummed between my legs, my clit throbbed and my flesh quivered with need for the man I love.
Lucien kissed his way down my belly, dipping his tongue into my bellybutton, eliciting a whimper from me. I looked down and into those incredible green eyes, they held so much promise, and love. He gripped the waistband of my shorts, tugging it down. They pooled at my feet. A deep growl vibrated in Lucien’s chest. “Jesus, Cassandra. You smell like fucking heaven. I can’t wait to taste that sweet honey dripping onto my tongue.” His eyes flared, and my knees buckled. “Do you want me darling?”
“Yes, Lucien, please? I need you.” I begged him. The slow exquisite torture was driving me insane. I just wanted him inside me. He grabbed the flimsy material of my panties and ripped it from my body.
He laid back on the soft carpet, tugging me along his body. When my pussy was positioned over his mouth, his voice rasped. “Sit on my face, baby. Open your legs for me, I want to you on my tongue.” His order sending delicious shivers down my spine. I lowered myself over his mouth as Lucien flicked his tongue out and teased my clit. When he flattened his tongue against my slick sex, licking me in slow measured strokes. I gripped his hair, holding him against me, savoring his mouth on me. He pulled away and looked up at me. “Did you miss me sweetness?” I nodded. “Good, because I missed you. The taste of your sweet fucking pussy on my mouth. Your skin on mine. The way your body arches into me, and the way you scream when I fuck you.”
My skin was on fire, my body trembled at his words. His tongue slid into my folds and almost came undone all over his mouth. “That’s it baby, I want to drink your sweet juices. This little cunt will only come for me.” Two fingers suddenly plunged into me sending me crashing over the edge. As my orgasm ripped through me. I cried out, calling Lucien’s name repeatedly. My knees gave way and his hands on my hips held me up. His arms held me as I came down from the incredible release. “You’re so beautiful when you come for me sweetness. Go lay back on the bed.” I obeyed him. Watching the man, I want forever, move between my legs. Lucien gripped my ankles, bending my knees. He hovered between my legs. I glanced down, watching him circle my clit again. Pulses of pleasure shot through me. I gripped the sheets, tugging at them as my body tensed. His movements were slow and methodical. Two fingers plunged inside me, as he crooked them up, hitting my sweet spot and I cried out. I teetered on the edge of another intense orgasm. “That’s it sweetness, give me your delectable honey. Coat my face in your juices.” His words were my undoing as he lapped at my entrance, licking up my arousal. My body clenching around his two smooth fingers. He kept up his unrelenting pace, and I was close to another orgasm. “Please, Luke please, I can’t take anymore.” A third orgasm ripped into me and my eyes rolled back. I gripped the sheets so tight, I thought I would tear them. My body convulsed as I came down from my orgasm.
Once I had finally calmed, Lucien stood up and a sexy smirk curled his lips. “Now, I am going to own you.” He hovered over my boneless body, my legs splayed for him easily. “Do you want me, baby?” My eyes flitted to his hand as he gripped his rock hard erection, I watched him stroke it. It was so erotic to see. He kneeled between my legs and teased my dripping pussy with the tip. My hips rock up to meet his, inviting him. “I think my dirty girl wants me to fuck her? Doesn’t she?” His teasing was relentless and I couldn’t concentrate on anything but him inside me. My body tense and humming. Not believing I could need another release, so soon after having three incredible orgasms, but I don’t care. All I want is him. I craved him so much, it was a physical ache.
“Please Lucien?” My delirious gaze locks on his. The desire turning his eyes black.
“Please? Tell me baby, what do you want? I want you to say it for me.” Aware of what he’s doing to me, his eyes glint with devilish satisfaction.
I am so turned on I am unable to form words. He wants me to beg, and I will give it to him, anything to have him inside me. “Fuck me, please Lucien. I need you inside me. Please?” My eyes are glistening with tears, not from pain, but from pure pleasure and need.
“As you wish, baby.” Without warning he slams into me to the hilt. My cries echo through the room as I fist the sheets in p
ainful pleasure. “So fucking hot and tight around my cock.” When he pulls out almost all the way, and plunges in again, we find our rhythm and I am climbing. My eyes roll back in my head and my toes curl as he relentlessly drives into me. “Look at me,” my eyes open and lock on his, “I want you to see who’s fucking you. I want you to see who owns you.” My back arches and I am about to find another release when he leans down and whispers in my ear. “I own you Cassie, heart, mind, body and soul. Your pussy, ass, body is mine.” As he utters the word ‘mine’ my body tenses, my heated flesh clenches around him and my orgasm rips through me with such force I see stars behind my eyelids. Lucien thrusts again and again before growling his release inside me. “My lumiére, forever.”
Lucien
When I look over at Cassie asleep next to me, it has my heart racing. I almost lost her, there is no way I am making that mistake again. Her breathing is even; her dark brown curls are splayed on the pillow. The sheet has slipped down and her soft skin is glowing under the light from the full moon. It’s almost like she’s not real. Like she’s a mirage in my mind. My oasis in the desert. Every breath I take from now until my last, will be spent making her happy.
We didn’t even get to the dinner I had planned. It’s almost one in the morning and as tired as I am, for some reason I can’t sleep. Maybe the excitement of having her back here is keeping me awake. As soon as I close my eyes, I see my past in the coffee shop. The same seat, the same table, haunting me. I need to tell Cassie. There will be no more secrets between us. My glance falls on her again, my lumiére.
