Sinful Illusions

by Morgan James

  “I’m in charge here, angel. You won’t come until I’m good and ready for you to cream all over my cock.” At my crude words, I delved my fingers back inside, coating them with her juices, then fisted my cock, using the lubricant to prepare myself. My cock leaped as I stroked over the swollen head, and I lined it up with her pretty pink slit.

  A roll of my hips had me sinking an inch inside, and she breathed out a little gasp at the sensation. I knew I should put a condom on—but I didn’t give a fuck. She’d been tested by Dr. Marlowe, and I knew she was on birth control… That was good enough for me. No longer able to resist the heat of her body, I shoved inside with one swift stroke.

  She let out a high-pitched sound as her muscles squeezed around me, stretching to accommodate my sudden intrusion. Christ, she felt so good. I pulled out, then plunged back in, my cock bottoming out inside her.

  Fuck, I loved the sight of her perfect, tight ass. I palmed the globes, digging my fingers into her flesh hard enough to leave bruises, holding her tightly in place as I pistoned in and out. Sex had never felt this good before. It was dirty and rough, and she let me take her exactly the way I wanted. I hadn’t expected her to oblige so easily, and it threw me more than a little off balance. Everything about Eva was fucking with my head, from the sweet, musky scent of her arousal to the sexy little sounds she made as I fucked her harder and harder. My balls slapped against her pussy as I rammed into her over and over, wanting to punish her—punish myself.

  Leaning forward, I grabbed her shoulders and lifted her so that her back was pressed to my chest and her butt rested on my thighs. From my vantage point, her breasts jiggled with every hard stroke, and I palmed them, kneading the soft flesh. Her head dropped back as I tugged on the stiff peaks, pulling panting breaths of ecstasy from her lips.

  Her pussy clenched tightly around me, and I knew she was close. Abandoning one breast, I slipped a hand between her legs to her distended clitoris. She bucked wildly as I fingered the sensitive bundle of nerves, and a keening cry ripped from her throat as she hurtled toward the edge of orgasm. Gripping her hip in one hand, teasing her clit with the other, I thrust up into her, each stroke harder than the last. She shattered on a scream, her pussy flooding my cock with her juices, then pitched forward.

  She caught herself by placing her hands on the bed, but I shoved her so her chest was pressed flat, arms spread out to the sides. Here, her ass was pointed straight up in the air, and I reveled in watching my cock slide in and out of those pretty pink folds. Her skin was so creamy, so white…

  I picked up the pace, watching her fist her hands in the comforter to brace herself against my frantic pace. My muscles tensed and fire licked up my lower back. My mouth pulled into a grimace as my cock swelled with my release, and I pulled free, spreading my come over her pussy lips and the tight little rosebud of her ass. Beneath me, Eva shuddered, and I grasped her ass hard. I pressed the globes together, watching the sticky fluid slide between her cheeks. My essence slipped over her feminine folds, igniting a possessiveness within me I didn’t understand. I swiped it up with my fingers and smeared it over her, inside her—and marked her as mine.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Eva

  I could feel the heat of embarrassment rising up my neck and over my face as a primal, feral sound welled up and out of his throat. His hands moved all over my ass, over the curve of my hips and between my cheeks. I closed my eyes and buried my face in the mattress, hyperaware of every movement even though I couldn’t see him.

  His thick come slid over the curve of my ass, between my cheeks, and he swept his hand through it. Long, lean fingers slipped into my folds, and the sound of wet flesh filled the air as he shoved his fingers inside me and fucked my pussy with his come-covered fingers. I sank my teeth into my lower lip to keep from crying out. It was disgusting, filthy, dirty… and utterly perfect.

  My skin prickled and my breath came faster as he worked my clit, sticky with our combined arousal. Oh, God. I wasn’t ready to come again—I still hadn’t recovered from the first one. My body still buzzed with a mixture of shame and ecstasy, and I felt trapped somewhere between Heaven and Hell as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

  My hips jerked of their own volition, wanting—needing—more. I moved with his increasingly hard thrusts until the orgasm built to a raging inferno. With one strong arm around my waist, he kept me in place as the heat inside my body took over and finally erupted. I splintered into what felt like a thousand pieces, and I clenched my eyes closed, trying to hold onto the sensation as long as possible.

  Through it all, Fox rubbed me tenderly, slowly letting me down and bringing me back to reality. Panting, I turned my head to the side and dragged in a deep breath. Sated and feeling almost boneless in the aftermath of intense pleasure, I allowed him to gently lower me until I was sprawled out on my stomach.

  I felt his weight leave the mattress, but I couldn’t make myself move to watch. Every muscle felt heavy, as if I’d run a hundred miles, even my eyelids, and I couldn’t muster the energy to blink them open. I listened to the sound of his feet padding softly toward the bathroom, then across the tile floor. He was back less than a minute later, and I jerked in surprise as a warm cloth landed on my lower back.

  Silence reigned as Fox cleaned the come from my back and bottom. His hands caressed my back in long, gentle sweeps, and he massaged my tender flesh with strong, yet gentle fingers. His breath washed over the back of my neck as he dropped a kiss at the base of my neck. “Sleep, angel.”

  He lifted himself away, taking his body heat with him, and a shiver rolled down my spine. The click of the door closing echoed in the silence as he left the room, and a dozen conflicting emotions swirled inside me. I felt abandoned, sad that he left, as if all of the light and energy departed the room in his wake. I was annoyed that I felt deflated, but part of me was relieved that he was gone, because I needed time and privacy to think.

  I’d never experienced anything like that before. I’d had two serious boyfriends over the course of my life, and they were the only men I’d ever slept with. But sex with them was nothing like what had just happened with Fox. It was carnal. Animalistic. It was fucking in its most basic form, driven by mutual need and desire.

  No man had ever been able to make me come during intercourse. I’d always had to finish myself off afterward, and after so many failed attempts at sex, I’d pretty much resigned myself to the fact that I wasn’t capable of orgasming with a man. Fox had proved that wrong. Even now, minutes later, my body still buzzed with contentment, and my mind felt foggy and unable to focus. All I could think about was him.

  I finally managed to muster up enough energy to drag myself up and crawl under the covers. Even the whisper-soft caress of the silky sheets across my butt and legs hurt, and I winced. I reached back to massage my poor, bruised flesh. It was still warm and tender and I could still feel Fox’s hands on me, the way his touch had burned through me, igniting a fire deep in my core. I was ashamed to admit that the hard edge of pain had turned me on, sent a ripple of ecstasy through me like I’d never experienced. I’d offered no resistance when Fox had thrust deep inside in one swift stroke, my arousal easing the way for him. Even now, my cheeks—all of them—heated at the thought. He’d pounded into me, his upper thighs slamming against my tender bottom as he’d pumped in and out.

  I’d been sensitive from the spankings, but the pain of his ramming into me from behind had taken my pleasure to a whole new level, and I’d come harder than ever before. I didn’t understand it, and it left me incredibly unnerved. I pulled the comforter up to my chin as I curled into a tiny ball, staring vacantly at the ceiling. Without Fox, I felt… bereft. Empty.

  It was strange. It was wrong. I knew it, but I couldn’t help it. I’d barely known the man for a few weeks—during most of which I’d been relegated to the cell—but there was some kind of connection between us that I didn’t understand.

  I expected him to use me for sex. I hadn’t expected
to like it so much. He was harsh and controlling, yet strangely tender. I couldn’t figure him out. Then again, I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I was already feeling too much, and that terrified me. I didn’t want to be one of those women—the ones who made excuses for their boyfriend or husband’s bad behavior because they’d been conditioned to do so. I’d promised myself when I first arrived that I would never give him that kind of control over me, and my vow over the past few days had only strengthened.

  Though he’d punished me after I’d broken out of my room, he hadn’t laid a hand on me since. I couldn’t explain why, but for some reason I trusted him not to snap and hit me for no reason. He was a killer, but he seemed to derive no pleasure from beating women just for the sake of doing so. He’d only reprimanded me when I was in the wrong.

  Oh, God. I wanted to smack myself. It was already starting. I’d tried to escape from the man who kidnapped me, and here I was, justifying the punishment he’d doled out. Could I get any dumber? I scowled into the darkness, furious with myself for letting the man fuck with my head. He could have my body; I could even admit to enjoying the sex. But the man would never have access to my mind or my heart.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Fox

  I tapped the end of my pen against the desk, staring off into space as I contemplated the past few days. Things with Eva had gotten way out of hand. I’d meant to punish her, tease her a bit, teach her a lesson. But finding how aroused she’d been after her spanking had driven my need to new heights. She was so fucking perfect, and she didn’t even realize it. She craved the discipline, craved my touch. The moment my fingers slid through her folds, every good intention had evaporated into thin air.

  I hadn’t been able to resist. The spanking, the humiliation, had turned her on, though I seriously doubted she even knew why. She probably still thought it was wrong, and she was too naïve to understand her own body’s reaction. Undoubtedly, she’d never been introduced to anything like it. Despite movies and books, she probably never once imagined herself in that position. She was strong-willed, and in her mind, she probably thought she was exempt from those depraved, dark urges. But she was only as human as the rest of us, and deep down, she needed the harsher side of punishment to feel true pleasure.

  I replayed the moment she came, her cunt squeezing me, a sound of pure female contentment leaving her throat. If that wasn’t the best orgasm she’d ever had in her life, I would eat my fucking shoes. The sex between us was explosive, like nothing I’d ever experienced. I’d been completely swept up, out of my mind with desire for her. I couldn’t figure it out. I hated feeling out of control, and that was exactly what had happened with Eva. I’d taken one look at her, felt her skin against mine, and threw every caution to the wind. And it had been… incredible. I wasn’t sure sex had ever been so fulfilling. Maybe it was the novelty of being able to touch her, skin to skin. It was as exhilarating as it was unsettling.

  I tried to push the strange emotion down, but it continued to plague me in the time since I’d walked out of her room. I couldn’t figure out why I felt so… off kilter. I’d done things over the course of my life that were much worse than what I’d done to Eva, yet she’d somehow affected the rarely used portion of my soul reserved for good and bad. There was something about this woman that just made me lose my mind. I didn’t want her, but I didn’t want anyone else to have her, either. It was borderline obsessive, and I hated myself for the weakness.

  I should have gotten rid of her—I still could. But I didn’t want to. As I’d told her before, I was intrigued by her, drawn to her as I’d never been to another woman. Even though I knew the reasoning behind it, I couldn’t turn it off. I resented her for making me feel anything at all, no matter how insignificant. I was always in control—always. Yet Eva threw me off balance, made me feel like I was floundering.

  She was such an enigma, a confusing blend of strength and innocence, and it called to me. I wanted to break down every single wall, strip her of her high-born attitude and drag her down to the depths of hell with me. Eva was so beautiful, so perfect and pristine. She truly was an angel. She gave off a light that I couldn’t resist—and I wanted to desecrate her, draw her purity into my dark, disease ridden soul.

  She’d turned my entire fucking world upside down in just a few days. Seeing how turned on she was, how lost she had become in her pleasure, the way she’d responded to my kisses like she needed them to live… I had never wanted a woman so badly. I couldn’t focus, couldn’t get her out of my mind. Even though it’d been nearly twenty-four hours since we’d fallen into bed, desperate for each other. I shouldn’t want her again already—but I did. And that was something I just couldn’t tolerate.

  Sex with Eva had most definitely been a mistake. I couldn’t show weakness, especially not to her. If she thought she could control me through sex, she was dead wrong. I needed to stay away from her for awhile until things returned to normal and this… feeling—whatever the hell it was—went away.

  I’d managed to avoid her all day by sequestering myself in my office at home before coming to the club. Not that this was much better. All it did was remind me of her, of all the dirty things I wanted to do with her—to her.

  I’d opened Noir over a decade ago, before sex clubs became fashionable. In the beginning, it had served as a venue for me to experiment and learn more about myself and to push myself out of my comfort zone. No one here judged the way people did in the real world. I couldn’t stand to physically touch a woman, yet none of them had batted an eyelash when I wore gloves during our play. Though I’d learned that I wasn’t truly a Dominant, it had helped me to learn about my own needs as well as those of my partners.

  It had been an incredibly successful venture, and having the legal business made it significantly easier for me to dig up information I wouldn’t have otherwise come across. People who came here tended to be private, but that didn’t mean information couldn’t be obtained for the right price.

  A hard knock at my office door ripped me from my thoughts. “Yeah?” I barked.

  It swung inward, and Xavier filled the space. “Hey, boss, there’s a woman here who says she needs to speak with you.”

  “Who?”

  “Narissa Stanhope.”

  I knew the name if not the face, but I couldn’t figure out what business she might have with me. “Send her in.”

  With a curt nod, he closed the door. He reappeared less than two minutes later, a beautiful woman in tow. Her wide, dark eyes skated nervously over the walls of my office before landing on me. I offered a small smile to put her at ease. “Ms. Stanhope. What can I do for you?”

  She glanced over her shoulder at Xavier before turning her attention back to me. “Could we… speak in private?”

  “Unfortunately, it’s my policy to always have security present when a client enters my office.” I smiled to soften my words.

  She nodded a bit, then licked her lips as she crossed her arms over her midsection. “I… I need to make a complaint.”

  I gestured to the seat across from me. “Take a seat, please, and we’ll talk.” She sat gingerly on the edge of the seat as if it physically pained her to be here. “Tell me what happened.”

  The woman’s long, dark curls slipped over her shoulder as she hunched forward in her seat. “I don’t want to cause any issues, but…”

  Already on edge, plagued by thoughts of Eva, my temper began to fray. I grated my teeth and swallowed down the urge to rush her along. “Everyone here is held to the same standard,” I assured her. “Whatever it is, I’d like to know.”

  Narissa gave a tiny nod, then drew in a deep breath before speaking. “I was doing a scene with a new Dom the other night, and things got a little… out of control.”

  “And by out of control, you mean…?” I prompted her.

  “He ignored my safe word completely. At first, I thought he didn’t hear me, since we were in the middle of a scene with a bull whip.”

  That word already had my
hackles rising. I hated whips, and I especially despised people who didn’t know how to wield them correctly. It was a powerful implement, and if anything, most people tend to be too gentle with them as they were afraid to hurt their partner. Others were ignorant or derived pleasure from the pain inflicted on the sub when used improperly.

  “Who is the man in question?”

  “Mark O’Brien.”

  I knew the name. He was a well-known real estate developer who was just as crass in his business dealings as he seemed to be with his subs. I lifted my gaze to Xavier. “Get me his information and add his name to the list. I’d like to speak with him if he comes in.”

  I looked back to Narissa. After two years at Noir, she was hardly a novice. I didn’t take her as the type of woman who would abuse the use of her safe word, even with a newer Dom. “Is this the first time you’ve played together?”

  Her curls bounced as she shook her head. “The second. He did the same thing the first time, but he was only using a flogger then.”

  “I know this is a rather delicate question, but I have to ask. Did he leave any evidence of physical assault?”

  Her eyes dropped the ground, and her tongue started out to wet her lips.

  “He won’t know you’re the one who came forward,” I assured softly. “If he left marks on you, I would like to know.”

  Her eyes slowly lifted to mine, and she gave a barely perceptible nod.

  “May I see?” I kept my tone low and even despite the fury bubbling inside me. Bracing her hands on the arms of the chair, she pushed herself to a standing position and slowly gave me her back. I rounded the desk and paused beside her, my fingers just barely brushing the hem of her shirt. “May I?”