‘It’s my pleasure. Excuse me, I need to make a call. Settle back, we have a short journey ahead of us,’ he instructed. I leaned my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes under the mask as I heard him talking. ‘Yes, Sir, I have her in the car and we’re making our way to the location as instructed.’
‘Is that Lucas?’ I squealed excitedly, as I jolted forward, forgetting how tight the seat belt was as it constricted my chest.
‘Jesus bloody Christ, I just lost my high frequency hearing as well as had a heart attack. Years in war zones without incident and I’ve been bested twice tonight, by a slip of a woman in heels,’ uttered James. ‘No Sir, everything’s fine, I promise. Miss Beresford got rather excited when she realised that you were on the phone. Please accept my apologies for the offensive language, both of you.’
‘James, please let me speak to him,’ I pleaded and was met with silence. ‘James?’
Understood, Sir. If there’s tears, I’ll be insisting on a repeat of the day at the racetrack, where I made you scream like a girl, as retribution.’
‘James, please,’ I begged.
‘Very well, Sir, Goodbye.’
‘James,’ I moaned, feeling devastated. ‘It was him wasn’t it? Why couldn’t I speak to him?’
‘I’m very sorry, I was under strict instructions. Please don’t cry, I’m not equipped to handle tears.’
‘You did very well with me that morning you picked me up from his apartment the first time.’
‘I only handed you a tissue.’
‘A tissue that was very needed,’ I reminded him, as I slumped back in my seat feeling so disappointed.
‘Is one needed now?’
‘No,’ I sighed. ‘I’ll ring him when I get home tonight. I just miss his voice.’
James helped me out of the car and held my elbow as he guided me forward and I heard a door opening, then my heels making a noise on what sounded like a wooden floor. I couldn’t hear anything. If we’d come somewhere to meet everyone for a drink or meal, it was very quiet. His hands moved to my shoulders and I let him turn me.
‘Wait here, all will become clear, but you’re perfectly safe. Do you trust me?’
‘Of course I do, with my life,’ I whispered with a nod, James was as good as family. I heard the sound of his feet moving further and further away, then a door closing. I fiddled with my clutch bag as my breathing started to canter, I knew I was safe, but I was nervous, what the hell had Lucas organised for me? I turned my head left and right, trying to hear anything that might give me a clue as to where I was. I frowned as I heard the noise of someone else breathing and gulped as I heard movement. I could sense someone standing close to me and gasped as my clutch was gently taken out of my hand. I lifted my head and breathed in through my nose and my stomach fluttered, as my heart started beating so fast I was on the verge of passing out. I’d know his smell anywhere. ‘Lucas?’ I cried out, overjoyed, as I reached up for the eye mask.
‘Stop!’ he barked, freezing me in my tracks. ‘Tonight it’s Sir, angel,’ came his husky voice from the other side of the room. I went to open my mouth, to ask a million questions that were racing through my mind. He was back? He was back a whole week early. Why? How? Where the hell were we? Most of all I wanted to beg him to touch me, to kiss me. The longing I felt for him was unbearable, but when he asked to be called Sir, I knew that there were certain exceptions. One being I didn’t speak unless asked a direct question. ‘Have you missed me, angel? As much as I’ve missed you?’
‘Yes, Sir,’ I shot back, ‘more.’
‘Not humanly possible. You remember the rules?’
‘Yes,’ I nodded breathlessly, as my insides contracted to hear his smooth, husky baritone voice.
‘Very well, I want you to remove the eye mask and then turn for me, wearing your dress, so I can see my sexy woman and remember the first night I saw her for real, the night she took my breath away and stole my heart.’
I swallowed back some tears and slowly removed the mask, blinking rapidly as my eyes adjusted to the low level lighting and I tried to find his face. I took another gasp of surprise, we were in his apartment, in his lounge. We hadn’t been here in ages, not since he’d moved in with me, as it was more secure for us both with all of the fans and paparazzi. I could just make him out, sitting back in his armchair, one ankle casually resting on his knee. He was wearing a dark charcoal suit, with a crisp white tieless shirt. I drew my eyes up, to see he had his elbows on the armrests, his long fingers resting on his kissable lips. My breath caught in my throat as his heated grey eyes met mine and I virtually combusted on the spot. The way he was looking at me was so … carnal and lascivious. I did that damned annoying squeak I always did when I got excited around him, right as I felt my pussy swell and dampen and my nipples press firmly against my Basque, and heard him chuckle.
‘Turn.’ His fingers did a circle, just like they had the first time he introduced me to “Sir.” I did as I was told, putting my hands on my hips as I let my backside sway sexily for him. I held back a smile as I heard him let out a low groan. I turned to face him again and stood waiting for my next order. It seemed a long time coming, he just sat staring at me, hungrily. I was confused. It had been four weeks since I’d seen him, he was looking at me like a lion would its prey, but no hungry lion would sit watching, he’d race forward and claim his prize, viciously. ‘Dress. Off.’
I barely heard him, his voice was a croaked whisper. I tried to stop my chest from heaving as I reached down and gripped the hem, then slowly started to raise it, as sexily as possible, up to my thighs, my hips then my waist. His breathing was getting louder, as his eyes zeroed in on the lace at the apex of my thighs and he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. I moved higher, over my ribs and up to where the Basque was barely containing my breasts. His foot dropped off his knee and he spread his thighs, leaning forward, resting his elbows on each knee. I didn’t need to look to see if he had an erection, his voice earlier had already given that away. I knew his different tones now and that had been his turned on as hell one. The tension filling the void between us was reaching unbearable levels. I could feel the heat coming off our bodies, the sexually charged atmosphere. I had a feeling we weren’t going to be getting much sleep tonight, not that I had any issue with that at all. I lifted my arms as I went to sweep my dress sexily over my head and cursed as I got tangled in it, firmly wedged with it covering my eyes. I glared through the material as I heard a roar of laughter coming from where he was sitting, as I struggled to pull it off and swore again, but I was stuck as he continued to laugh.
‘Lucas!’
‘O angel, I have missed you, but you’ve just earned yourself four spanks.’
‘Four?’ I mumbled, as I wobbled trying to extract myself and see again.
‘Hmmm, now six. Six that I’m really going to look forward to giving. Swearing, speaking out of turn and failing to address me correctly. Please continue, I’d love to have an excuse to give you more.’ His tone had changed to a stern one, he was adjusting, getting himself into dominant Lucas mode, the thought of which made me feel a little dizzy. I stood still, finally admitting defeat. I was well and truly stuck. I bit my lip, to stop me from biting back at my punishment. It didn’t stop me from letting out another moan as I got another hit of his distinct heady aroma and felt his fingers gently repositioning my arms, as he helped lift the dress over my head and I gasped for air. He strode away quickly, tossing it over the back of the sofa as he sat back in his armchair. Wasn’t this even hard for him? I tried to plead with my eyes as I stood there in my Basque, but he just smirked and beckoned with his fingers, then pointed to the floor between his parted legs.
‘Present yourself here, angel.’
I walked forward, right between his legs, his face virtually buried in my heaving bosom, then sank to my knees and spread them, placing my hands behind my back, curling my fingers around each wrist to anchor them there. I slowly lifted my head to look him right in the eyes, just h
ow he always wanted. I’d read that most submissives looked down at the floor, but Lucas got off on the eye contact, on seeing the need for him in my eyes. I knew that, because it turned me on seeing his need for me too. I started to tremble. His scent was invading my nostrils, his thighs were brushing against my bare arms, he was inches away from me and I couldn’t do anything about it. I wanted to jump into his lap, thread my fingers through his hair as I kissed his delicious lips. I wanted to feel his strong arms around me, holding me tightly. I was parched for him after just a few hours apart, but this time it had been weeks!
‘You’re finding this hard,’ he stated, as he reached up and ran two fingers delicately down my cheek, I closed my eyes and let out a soft sigh at the much wanted contact. ‘Eyes, angel. My hand has plenty more spanks in it than seven if you’re looking to challenge me. Are you challenging me?’
‘No, Sir,’ I replied, as I looked back up at him and shook my head.
‘Excellent,’ he replied. He suddenly moved his hand, gripped my hair and tugged it back as he leaned forward, his face hovering over mine as I stared up at him wide eyed. ‘I need this, angel, after four weeks sweet, tender and romantic isn’t going to cut it for me. I need to take you roughly, I need to release all this pent up sexual fucking frustration from not having touched you in four bloody weeks. I want to bite you, I want to mark you and reclaim you as mine and tonight …’ he hissed through his teeth as his eyelids hung heavy with desire. ‘Tonight, we’re going to forget about base camps and go all the way to the summit for the first time. If you have any objections now is the time to state them, because the minute I get you in that bedroom, I’m going to find it damn hard to stop. So tell me, Summer, yes or no?’ he demanded forcefully. His eyes were blazing, and I wasn’t sure what was happening. I’d experienced his dominant side in the bedroom a few times, but this was … this was another league altogether. I blinked up at him as longing pooled between my thighs, my clit throbbing with an intensity I’d never felt before. It suddenly became clear that he’d been holding back all those other times, easing me into it, training me by building me up to this gradually, but tonight he was showing me the flip side of the sweetest most romantic man I’d ever known. I lived with Lucas Steel, this was his darker alter ego Logan Steele in full force. I listened to my body screaming how turned on I was at the thought, at my head telling me that I trusted him with my life, and my heart telling me how much I loved him and wanted to please him. I was ready. I’d never been more ready.
‘Yes, Sir,’ I nodded, one-hundred percent sure in my conviction. His lips were suddenly on mine, crushing them with the force of his need. This wasn’t gentle tender kissing, this was my man taking what he needed from me, a need to control, to dominate, to possess. He bit my lower lip, drawing blood and sucked it, shocking me with the rawness of it and how hot I found it. I let out an involuntary moan and his tongue plunged into the depths of my mouth, as his grip in my hair tightened, pulling almost to the point of pain. The effort to keep my hands behind my back was excruciating. I wanted to give into this animal wild side too, I wanted to rip his white shirt open, to bite, scratch and tear at his skin, as we fucked like savage creatures. I didn’t want him to make love to me, I wanted to be fucked, until I couldn’t stand up. I wanted to hurt all over for days, I wanted a reminder all next week of what we’d done tonight, so each time I winced when I sat down or moved, I’d smile as I thought about his lips, teeth and hands all over my body, or at the memory of his cock inside me. I needed something to see me through another week, until he came home again next weekend. He pulled away gasping for air, using his free hand to run a finger around his collar, the other still firmly holding my hair.
‘Unzip me, take out my cock and suck me to completion, angel. You know after this long it’s not going to take much to make me come and I need some stamina for what I have planned for you in that room. I want to feel your fingers curling around my hard shaft, your thumb sweeping over my wet tip, those soft lips of yours sucking on my crown, but most of all, I want to look into your eyes as I explode in your sweet mouth. You’re going to need to breathe through your nose, because I’ve saved up four weeks of come just for that hot, wet mouth of yours,’ he nodded. My eyes widened in surprise, even with us having sex so regularly before he left, he’d still masturbate if I was too tired. He’d not come in four whole weeks? ‘Don’t look so surprised, angel. I’ll warrant you haven’t touched yourself either. Now you’ve had me, nothing else compares does it? The feel of your own fingers on your breasts, pulling at those big nipples, slipping around that usually responsive clit, or buried in your sweet, hot, tight, little cunt brings no pleasure at all. The only thing that gets you off now is me. Why do you imagine that I’d be any different? So you’ll understand why I’m so fucking desperate to fill your succulent mouth with all of the wanks I couldn’t bring myself to do. Suck me,’ he ordered, his voice almost hoarse and me nearly climaxing on the spot. He’d never been so forceful, dirty, crude or so damn hot!
I unclasped my own wrists, my hands trembling as I flexed my fingers back to life and brought them in front of me, reaching for the button on his trousers. It took me a bit longer, with my hands shaking so badly, but I pulled at his zip and peeled his trousers back. He had a pair of tight black jersey boxers on his lean body, my favourite. I couldn’t wait to see him in all his naked glory again. I reached in through the gap in his boxers and heard a gasp as my fingertips met his velvet soft skin, encasing that steel rod that I’d missed almost as much as I had him. I grasped him firmly, easing him out of the gap, a shiver of delight running down my spine as I set eyes on it again. I gripped him firmly, applying just the amount of pressure I knew he loved, as I slowly dragged my fist up and down, then did as he’d asked and ran my thumb over his wet tip. It was his turn to quiver as his stomach rose and fell under that white shirt of his. I slowly raised my thumb to my mouth and sucked, savouring the pure maleness of his taste, as I provocatively looked up at him through my long darkened lashes. He swore under his breath and pushed my head forward, he wasn’t in the mood for teasing, he needed me to relieve him, and fast. I opened my mouth and groaned louder than he did as my lips met his hot flesh.
‘Fucking hell,’ he uttered in complete surprise, as I took him straight into the back of my throat without hesitation and without gagging. I’d have giggled at his reaction if my mouth wasn’t completely filled by his gigantic cock. Mandy had enlisted one of her gay friends, Dominic, a hot male model, to come and teach us to deep throat. With a condom covered cucumber obviously. I’d not told Logan, I’d wanted it to be a surprise and from the groans and expletives he was making above me, it seemed my classes had paid off. ‘Eyes,’ he managed to gasp. I didn’t have time to enjoy putting my new technique into practice, the second I looked up was the second he lost total control. His hands slammed down on the back of my head as his hips thrust forward, his body jerking violently as he let out a deafening roar, flooding my mouth again and again. Every time I swallowed more came. He hadn’t been joking about four weeks’ worth. He shuddered one last time as his body relaxed and he slumped back in the chair, releasing the back of my head as he panted. I sat back on my heels, licked him clean and wiped my mouth, then sat upright, putting my hands straight back behind my back, fighting the urge to reach out and touch him. ‘No,’ he uttered. ‘Get on my lap, I need to hold you for a while, I need you to hold me.’
I scrambled up with the speed of a gazelle, noticing the edges of his lips curve into a soft smile. I carefully straddled him and leaned forward, resting my head on his shoulder, my arms tightly around his waist as I nuzzled into his neck. His arms snaked around my body, crushing me to him tightly as his lips touched my forehead with the softest of kisses, and I felt a few tears roll down my cheeks to finally be touching him again, to feel his warm body against mine, to hear his strong heartbeat that always lulled me to sleep at night.
‘I love you so much, Lucas. Don’t ever leave me for so long again.’ I knew I
’d get two more harsh spanks, but it was totally worth it. I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
Lucas
So much for a blow job taking the edge off, I was desperate to fucking come again as I secured her wrists and ankles to my cross and stood back to admire my handiwork. I’d taken my time in the lounge, with her straddling my lap, to slowly undo each hook on her Basque, freeing those gorgeous breasts of hers, bringing her to a violent orgasm just from nipple stimulation alone. She was spread, facing the wall, in just her heels and those sexy blue knickers I’d brought over with me and put in the box James had prepared for me, along with the note. I could have just been waiting for her at home on our own bed, but I needed this, I wanted her like this. I gathered her hair in my hands and twisted it up onto the top of her head, securing it with a black elastic hair band I’d put on my hand before she arrived. Damn it, even the sight of her slender neck had my cock jerk. I moved up behind her, squeezing those perfect firm curvaceous cheeks in my hands, as I bit the back of her neck and sucked, knowing it would mark. I smirked as I heard her whimper. She hated me marking her, which made me enjoy it even more. I took my time, slowly running my fingers down her spine, noticing that she pushed her shoulders back and moved her head as she let out a soft moan.
‘Fuck, I’ve missed you more than I ever thought possible, angel,’ I whispered in her ear as I gripped her shoulders, then slid my hands up her arms to tangle my fingers in hers, as I pressed my full body length up against her, my cock tightly embedded in the crack of her arse. God I loved her backside, she’d let me experiment with my tongue, fingers and a small butt plug, but she insisted she wasn’t ready for my cock still. I’d never force her, but my patience was reaching its limit. I so wanted to claim her in that last place. ‘I want to fuck your virgin backside,’ I growled, the thought of it making my cock surge.
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