The Strand Brothers Series: Complete Set

by Lora Ann

  She swallowed hard before she replied, “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl,” I whispered in her ear as I released her hair.

  Delilah’s smile of delight made me sick, for I knew the direction of her thoughts. Little did the Domme know that I wouldn’t use certain implements for discipline or pleasure. Yeah, even I had my hard limits. I politely stood and assisted Lacey up as well. “Thank you for your time.”

  Delilah surprised me when she slid a slip of paper across the table. “You should speak to this person,” she offered. “I believe he may be of some assistance to you in your search.”

  Lacey began to speak until I firmly placed my hand on her forearm. Her gaze met mine as I cautioned her with my eyes. She lowered hers to the floor and let me handle things. “Again, Madam Delilah, I appreciate your time and effort.” Before we left the booth, I added, “Have a good evening.”

  She replied, “You as well, Master E.”

  Lacey paused to look back and forth between Delilah and me, no doubt trying to figure out if we’d ever been together. Didn’t she know me better? I led her towards the elevator as I mentally shook off my wariness. Once we were in the car and the doors had slid shut, she jerked her arm out of my hold and growled, “Master E? God, right now, I really hate what you do.”

  “You knew beforehand.” I smirked. “And it’s not what I ‘do,’ it’s who I am.”

  “Doesn’t mean I like it,” she retorted.

  Whether it was the challenge she presented or the condemnation I heard in her voice, I would never know. Yet, at that moment, I wanted her to know just who I was and my capabilities. I locked my hands on her shoulders and spun her around. Her back met the wall with a thunk as I took her mouth with not a little bit of violence. My assault shocked her as her mouth opened in surprise. I plundered, hungrily and angrily, driving my tongue further into her recesses. Her body began to comply, softening against me as her hands gripped my shoulders.

  I.

  Was.

  Lost.

  If it hadn’t been for the elevator doors chiming open, I would’ve dragged her to the floor. We pulled ourselves together and exited on to the dance floor of the club. My intentions were to get her out of there and into my bed ASAP. But as we made our way to the main doors, I noticed we were being watched. Hell, they were making sure she was my sub. I tugged on her arm and inclined my head towards the crowd writhing against each other. The look of confusion caused a deep wrinkle across her forehead, yet she didn’t hesitate to follow. Shit. I was falling hard for this woman.

  I coiled my arms around her waist and drew her into my body. With the beat thumping, we began to bump and grind alongside others. Her moves were titillating, and I would be a bold-faced liar if I didn’t confess, she was undoing every thread of self-control I maintained. Fucking A. Who would have ever thought a virgin had the ability to make my tether snap. Make no mistake, it did. I backed her towards a dark corner just as “Tonight (I’m Fucking You)” by Enrique Iglesias featuring Ludacris and DJ Frank E blared through the sound system. Perfect. Damn. Song. Could she hear the promise I was making as I sang along? The desire I saw lighting up in her eyes told me she did. In response my hips began to grind, placing my sex in direct contact with hers. God, she was the right height for me to take her right on the dance floor. If it wasn’t for her innocence, I would have. Though, my decision was sorely tested when she raised her leg, of her own accord, and placed it on my hip. There was no stopping my hand from snaking up her too short dress and clamping onto the cheek of her ass. Holy hell, no panties. My fingers dug in to the point of pain. I hadn’t meant to hurt her, but the fact that somewhere tonight she had ditched her silky underwear ratcheted up my lust for her. A keg of TNT about to detonate came to mind.

  Lacey moaned, “More.”

  Well, guess I didn’t need to worry, after all. I had no problem fulfilling her request, hauling her against me as close as clothes would allow. I took her mouth again, licking and teasing the way I planned on doing to her beautiful pussy later. Along her lips, I whispered, “I need you.”

  “Please,” she begged.

  With every ounce of strength I could muster, I separated our bodies and turned towards the main exit. Her low whine of complaint fueled my already raging fire. I was a damn inferno and she would not survive me without a few burns. Neither would I, but I was more than willing. Question was: Could she handle what I had in store for her? We were going to find out.

  As I pulled her alongside me and beelined out of the club, I cursed that I drove. There was nothing I wanted more than to peel her out of that dress in the back of my limo. Definitely a fantasy we would fulfill at a later date. I held open the Veyron’s door for her, closed it firmly once she was in, and made my way to the driver’s side. Before I entered, I took a deep breath—knowing this night would change the game. Instead of fear, which should’ve been pumping through my veins, I felt elation. A joy so deep and profound I couldn’t quite wrap my brain around it. I had always known there was something different about her. Finally, I would find out what it was.

  Café Del Mar’s “Love My Soul” came through the speakers just as I’d pulled away from the club. Good God, wasn’t I sexed up enough? I looked over at Lacey and commanded, “Touch yourself.”

  Her sidelong glance was full of lust as she placed both hands alongside her breasts, where she began to plump and massage. I continued, “Squeeze your nipples tightly.” She mewled in response. Fuck, yeah. “Picture my teeth biting down and then my tongue soothing the pain away.”

  Her legs scissoring in reply made me itch to release the clutch and finger her. Instead I directed, “With one hand, slide your fingers inside your core for me.”

  She cried out, “Oh…E, I…”

  “I know, baby. We’re almost there.” At the stop light, I watched in fascination as she finger fucked herself. “Don’t come,” I demanded.

  Her hooded eyes met mine. “I’m so close,” she confessed.

  The light turned green while I instructed, “Remove them.” She did on a groan. I reached over and pulled her wet fingers to my mouth, sucking deeply. Next, I was the one to moan. “You’re so… God…” I licked my lips “…damn delicious.”

  Unsure if I could make it the next two miles to my home, I added, “Put your hand on my crotch.” When she did, I asked, “Do you feel what you do to me? I’m going to bury this so far inside of you, you won’t know where I begin and you end.”

  With her other hand, she stroked my jaw. “Pull over,” she ordered.

  I actually chuckled, “Oh no, sweetness. You don’t call the shots.”

  Her lips pursed in an adorable pout as we arrived at my building. Thank fuck.

  *****

  There was no keeping our hands to ourselves as the elevator went up. Again she begged, “Now, E.”

  I pinned her hands above her head against the wall and growled, “I won’t hurt you, Lacey. Our first time has to be in a bed.”

  Before she could answer, I kissed her fiercely. I had no idea how to control this animal instinct to mark her, but I knew I had to for her sake. No matter what I had just vowed, I would hurt her with penetration. For that, I couldn’t help. But I could make sure she was so wet that the invasion would be as smooth as possible. Didn’t matter how painful that would be for me. This was all about her. When the car doors pinged, I swept her into my arms and went straight to my bedroom. The entire time I never released her lips—not even when I laid her out on top of my bed. She reached for the button on my pants and I stilled her hand. “No, no, no,” I chastised, tugging her little black dress up her incredible body and then off. As it fell to the floor, I gazed down at her marvelous form and voiced, “You first.”

  I gave her no quarter as I kissed, licked and sucked every square inch I could find. She was panting and writhing as I settled in between her legs, eating her out with gusto. She came quickly and I cautioned, “Next time, you don’t orgasm without my permission.”

  She
replied, “Yes, Sir.”

  Dammit, I was about to erupt from her beautiful submission. Unable to hold back a moment longer, I tugged my pants free of my body while she rose up, trying to undo the buttons on my dress shirt. Fuck that. I grabbed and yanked, ripping it apart before tossing it to the floor. Her eyes perused my body while I repositioned myself and rested the head of my cock against her hot entrance. “It’s going to hurt a bit. Are you sure?”

  She bit her lip as the trepidation danced through her eyes. “I want to be yours,” she declared. “I’m ready.”

  With that, I eased into her scalding, tight channel and raised her hips up slightly to seat myself to the hilt. The wince of pain I saw in her eyes brought out a vicious curse. Then I held still and waited for her body to adjust to my invasion. She began to move her hips while she pleaded, “I…need something…please.”

  “I’ve got it, sweetness. I know what you need.”

  Reminding myself to be gentle, I began to rock into her, slowly taking us up the mountain. She went over the edge, and I followed by pulling out of her and spreading my seed over her stomach. I eased to her side and rubbed my semen into her skin as our breathing began to return to normal. When our eyes met, I leaned forward and kissed her. Against her mouth I whispered, “We never discussed birth control. Are you on the pill?”

  Her hand joined mine as she slid her fingers through my sticky mess and along her slit. “Yes. I have been for years to regulate my cycle.”

  “Thank, God,” I responded, as I mounted her again.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Lacey

  After the pain of my barrier breaking, I discovered that sex was incredible. Keely had not lied about the intense pleasure. What she didn’t warn me about were the all-consuming emotions involved. Had I thought I was merely falling for Even Strand? Forget that! I was head over heels in love with this man. The knowledge that I would break my own damn heart when I left him made me memorize every single nuance of this new world he had introduced to me. He was magnificent poised over me ready to bury himself, yet again, as far as he could. There was the special spot deep inside he hit when I was angled just so that sent me plunging into the great abyss. I never wanted to come up for air. He was all I ever needed. So when he came right after me and fell to his side with me beside him, I fought the tears threatening to escape.

  “Hey,” he panted. “Are you alright?”

  Well, so much for thinking I had covered up my waterworks. I swiped the annoyance in my eyes as I answered, “Tired is all. Please don’t worry about it.”

  He sat up pulling me onto his lap. “The hell I won’t,” he growled.

  I buried my face in his chest and let everything out: fear, anxiety, anger, and elation. The fear I would never find my sister. Anxious I was the only one with these feelings. Anger that even if my love were reciprocated, I couldn’t stay to let our relationship flourish. And elated that I had finally found a man I wanted to make love to, again and again, until time ceased to exist. Yeah, I was a complete mixed salad of emotions. How did I explain that to him?

  “I’ll be fine after some rest, animal.” I forced a smile as I teased him.

  He didn’t buy my act. “Don’t lie to me, Lacey. Start talking,” he said with an authoritative tone.

  Goodness, I wanted him again. How was that possible? We’d just finished round four! I was past sore. Yet I needed him inside me, taking me out of this world and making me forget about all my worries—if only for a little while. Instead of speaking, I did something I had never done and rolled on top of him. When I grabbed his gloriously large shaft, his eyes closed as he groaned, “Fuck. That feels incredible.”

  Boy, did he have that wrong. He was the magnificent one who made me feel spectacular. Though I had seen pictures of a man’s anatomy, I was fairly certain he was more than average. I wrapped both hands around him and began to slide up and down his length. He continued to grow and I couldn’t resist tasting him. I arranged myself between his legs, like he had done to me, removing my hands so I could lick him like a Popsicle before circling the ridge and taking him fully into my mouth. Damn, he hit the back of my throat and there was still a significant amount of him uncovered by my lips. There was no way to take in any more, which frustrated me. His voice was tight, as if he struggled to force words out, he instructed, “Wrap your hand around the base and follow your mouth with it.”

  No need for further teaching, I understood the mechanics, even if it was my first time. I hollowed my cheeks as I began to suck. When I moved up his perfect penis, I licked while my hand squeezed gently. He tasted masculine and salty, but I knew the musky sweetness there was mine. The combination of our essences was an intoxicating elixir. I couldn’t get enough as I moved over his manhood. An idea hit as I teased his dripping hole at the top. With my other hand, I began to play with his heavy sac and then let my finger drift to that sensitive spot beneath, massaging like he had done to mine. His hips suddenly bucked, ramming himself so far back into my throat I had to fight my gag reflex. I didn’t want him to stop. Never had I felt so powerful. I repeated the sequence again as he filled my mouth with his seed. Swallowing, so I didn’t lose one drop of him, I continued to lick until the last tremble left him.

  He hauled me up his body as he kissed me deeply. Our tongues twirling around each other until his hand wrapped around my waist, suddenly I was beneath him. He commanded, “Hands over your head.”

  I gulped in air as I complied. Up until that moment, he had been nothing but gentle and attentive, taking extreme care not to hurt me—well, other than the inevitable pain caused by losing my virginity. Couldn’t say I was upset about that. On the contrary, I was pleased he was the one to take it. Good riddance. From out of nowhere a handcuff was secured around one of my wrists and then to the headboard. As efficiently as he had that hand restrained, he did the same to the other. Now, I was at his mercy. While that probably should’ve frightened me, it had quite the opposite effect. Warm liquid trickled at my core as I squirmed under his heated gaze.

  “What are you going to do to me?” I asked, as I stared at his beautiful mouth.

  A wicked grin appeared. “Whatever the hell I want, sweetness,” he growled before slipping his finger inside me. I began to move my hips, for some kind of relief, as he toyed just on the inside of my channel. There was no controlling the whimper that escaped. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded.

  On a frustrated moan I replied, “You.”

  “Not good enough.”

  I clamped my legs together, locking his hand in place as I confirmed, “Yes…” He hooked his fingers forward to stimulate—I assumed—my g-spot “…you,” I ground out under the onslaught of sensations.

  He withdrew from my body and sat back on his haunches. “We stay like this,” motioning his hand between our bodies for emphasis, “until you tell me.”

  I yanked on my restrains, which hurt. The grimace on his face told me he didn’t want me in pain. “Stop that,” he ordered. “Those things bite if you pull on them.”

  Now he tells me! “A heads-up would’ve been nice.”

  “And take away all the fun.”

  Grr. The man could really get my hackles up without any effort, whatsoever. “I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

  “Mm-mm, just the sight of you gets me hard.”

  Without forethought, my eyes drifted to his amazing erection. How could he do that so quickly? “I thought men weren’t capable of multiple orgasms,” I blurted out my thoughts. He threw his head back and laughed. “Nice to know I can entertain you while I lay here all hot and bothered,” I grumbled.

  He leveled his gaze on me and pointed out, “I’m merely waiting for your instructions.”

  I swallowed hard before I confessed, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

  “Let me demonstrate.” His hand moved over his left nipple as he pinched it. “Ah, yes,” he moaned. “Right now, I’m imaging your teeth biting down. Do you see my dick pulse in respo
nse?”

  Again, my eyes traveled over his washboard abs, along the hairline below his navel, until they alighted on his cock. He hadn’t lied, it was throbbing. As he moved his hand over to the right nipple, his other hand began to stroke his rod. He continued, “I’m picturing your hands fisting me, moving up and down before you place it inside your wet, pink pussy.”

  Oh, my. His dirty words were actually going to make me come. I couldn’t very well touch myself in this position, so my legs began to spread of their own accord. I directed, “Put it in.”

  He cocked an eyebrow. “What exactly would you like me to put in?”

  Heavens, the man was both infuriating and sexy as hell. And while his filthy talk was a complete aphrodisiac, I wasn’t sure I could reciprocate. “Your…manhood.”

  He chuckled. “Say it, Lacey.”

  I raked my bottom lip with my teeth and closed my eyes. “Please, E.”

  He straddled my hips, sliding his shaft between my sopping folds. “Talk dirty to me, sweetness.” To get my capitulation he balanced his weight on one forearm and used his other hand to stroke and tease my nipple. His mouth descended onto the other breast as he continued to stroke himself along my overly lubricated slit. “I won’t let you come until you do as I’ve asked.”

  A whine came forth before I acquiesced, “I want your big and thick cock inside me, now. Let me milk you dry,” I added for good measure.

  “Fuuuuuck. That was hella sexy,” he commended. “Say something else.” Then he began to suck on the sensitive tip of my breast and pinched the other to the point of a wonderful ache. All the while the head of his penis stroked my bundle of nerves between my thighs. I locked my legs around his waist as I lifted my hips. “Put your dick in and let me take you with me over this damn edge.”