Broken Desires (Broken Series)

by Boone, Azure

  “No. I can’t stop thinking about you.”

  She smiled and bit her lip, flipping onto her back. “Where are you?”

  “Hiding in the bathroom.”

  “Mmm. I’m lying in bed.”

  “My bed?” His tone was hopeful.

  “No, mine. I had to come see about my grandmother.

  “Oh damn. I kind of forgot.”

  “So, what have you been thinking about? Spanking me?” She clenched her eyes, hoping that wasn’t the wrong thing to say to him in his condition, whatever it was.

  “Fffffuck Sofia, I need you.”

  Her eyes rolled shut in ecstasy at his tormented voice. “What do you want me to do?” she barely whispered.

  “I want you to go to my room as soon as you can. I want you naked in my bed. Then I want you to play with yourself while you think about what I’m going to do to you when I get back this evening. I want your knees back and wide open. I want your finger inside your pussy as deep as you can while you rub your pretty clit. And when you come, I want you to call my name.”

  His voice was firm and commanding with a hint of sweet, and Sofia could’ve orgasmed right there. Is this what he liked? She could surely handle that. “You didn’t say the magic word.”

  She bit her lip waiting in the sudden silence. “I don’t have one.”

  “I do.”

  Again there was silence and then a low whispered, “Tell me.”

  She smiled at the excited edge in his sexy voice. “The magic word for you is…Sofia.”

  He groaned low. “God, I like that. Sofia.”

  The way he said her name touched her in so many ways. It wasn’t just insanely erotic, but reverent and tender.

  They hung up and she realized she forgot all about asking what he planned on doing to her that evening.

  God, she couldn’t wait.

  Chapter Ten

  Daniel never ceased to amaze her. When he returned home from work, she met him at the door. He stood there, staring at her like he was awestruck and amazed. Without a greeting, he simply led her to his bed, undressed, and climbed in with her. Then he turned her so that her back was against his front and held her possessively tight, petting her, his touch sensual and heartbreakingly sweet. She’d been so eager for the sexual pleasure, until he did that. It was so much more than she’d ever experienced in a man’s arms. So utterly satisfying.

  About an hour later he whispered in her ear. “I missed you.”

  She purred, smiling. “Is this what you had planned for me?”

  “God, no.”

  “When did your plans change?”

  “When you opened the door.”

  She smiled to herself. “Why?”

  “So many questions.”

  There had been a hesitation before he threw up the road block. Either he wasn’t sure of the answer or he wasn’t comfortable with telling it to her.

  He rubbed his nose on her shoulder. “Shower with me.”

  She purred, liking that idea. Then had an even better one. “I’d rather a bath.”

  “Mmm, yes. We can break in the tub together.”

  “You’ve never used it?”

  His chuckle was sexy deep. “I’m a man.”

  She grinned and pulled his hand under her chin. “Men don’t bathe?”

  “No,” he murmured, sliding his nose in her hair. “Men shower.”

  “Really.”

  He bit on her shoulder blade lightly. “Unless there’s a beautiful woman that wants to bathe.”

  “Just any beautiful woman?”

  He groaned and his hard cock twitched against her butt. “As far as I’m concerned Sofi…” He pumped his erection against her with slow strokes. “You’re the only woman in the world.”

  She grinned then gasped, pushing back with her butt. Was this what heaven felt like?

  The tub thing was new for her. She’d never bathed with a man. With bubbles up to her chin and her back against Daniel, she was very aware of how erotic it was. His legs were drawn up, his knees open and she could feel his cock and balls against her lower back.

  “Tell me about the men in your life.” This while he sponged her shoulders and neck and chest.

  “Ugh, I’d rather not.”

  “Come on,” he said, his voice a low timbre. “I want to know.”

  Sounded more like he needed to know. She relented, not wanting to deprive him of anything he needed or wanted. Plus she could fairly ask a few questions herself. “Not much to tell. I’ve been with three men. The first one was when I was sixteen. Back then, I thought being a virgin was a disease. At least it seemed that way. We did it in an abandoned house full of fleas.” She snickered. “So romantic.”

  He let out a chuckle, rubbing her shoulder blades with his thumbs. “No kidding.”

  “The second guy was my geeky neighbor, believe it or not. Did it with him cause he was a virgin and he was head over heels for me. And…he’d had a really rough life and I couldn’t say no. I mean I wanted his first time to be something he enjoyed even though I had serious moral issues about charity sex.”

  “Charity.” His voice was low. “That means love. The agape kind.”

  “Agape?”

  He pulled her head back so it rested on his chest. “God kind of love. Selfless. And sweet in your case.”

  “Pfft, please, I wouldn’t say all that.”

  “I would.” He pressed the softest kisses into her temple.

  She smiled, loving his words. “Then there was the last guy, my…last boyfriend. Actually stayed with him for four years.”

  “Tell me,” he half whispered, running his fingers very slowly over her arms.

  She took a breath, letting his touch soothe her. “He was an asshole. The kind with a roving eye. Does wonders for a person’s self-esteem.”

  Daniel kissed along her neck and the adoration she felt in his lips gave her courage to face a past she never really liked to ponder or rehash.

  “Let’s just say I never felt cherished or special like I’d had dreams of. If I’d let him, he’d have had me believing I wasn’t worthy of that kind of love. The man didn’t realize he was dealing with a stubborn mule. Not that I came away unscathed, but at least he hadn’t crushed my dreams and hopes for real love.”

  She looked over her shoulder. “And this excites you?”

  He chuckled. “I swear I’m not getting off to hearing about your asshole ex. I think it’s just me wanting to make it all better.”

  “Ahh, the multi-tasking pleasure wand.”

  He circled his arms around her and pulled her closer, pressing his face into her neck. “Sorry. Seems my dick has a one track mind with you.”

  Her pulse sped up at feeling his cock twitch against her back. She suddenly wanted to make love to him, felt like it had the power to erase her past and his. She pushed against him with her butt and his breath caught in his chest. She loved having that erotic power over him. She turned her face up toward him. “Sex was never good with him, Daniel. Not once. I think I hated it.”

  “And with me?” His fingers found her hard nipples and brushed against the tips. “Do you like it?”

  She arched into his touch and dug her fingers into his hamstrings. “God yes,” she sighed, breathless, heat flooding her veins. “So amazing. Never imagined it could be so good.”

  He leaned forward with her and she gasped when his hot mouth burrowed on her neck, wide and hot, and his finger plunged inside her. She gasped and held on to his legs while pumping her lower back against his rock hard length.

  He broke away from her neck with a shaky breath, followed by a groan as he thrust his cock against her and his finger deeper. She pumped her hips, wanting more.

  “I want to sit on you,” she moaned.

  Daniel couldn’t comply fast enough. He watched her straddle his hips, the look on his face intense and masculine. “Fuck yes,” he whispered as she lowered onto his length.

  His eyes slowly rose over her body, devouring her
curves along the way. He lingered at her breasts, bringing his hands up to cup both of them. “I wasn’t lying,” he breathed, “when I said you were beautiful. God, you are. So perfect.”

  Sofia’s heart filled with emotion and her body with fire. She let her head fall back with the amazing combination, gripping his abs and moving faster on him.

  He tormented her nipples with his thumbs, and without thinking, she began rubbing the heat it built in her clit while moving on his hard length.

  “Jesus, fuck yes, rub it for me.”

  For him. Anything for him. But this time, it wasn’t just him, it was them. Together. She brought her head forward, wanting to see his face while she made love to him. His sexy mouth was open as he devoured every inch of her body as though he wanted to see it all at once. When his stormy gaze hit her face, his hands gripped her waist and began moving her faster. His fingers dug into her flesh and the cacophony of sounds and sensations took them over—water splashing, groans and gasps mingling as his cock slammed home over and over. Sofia felt the heat in her clit catching up.

  “Fuck, Sofi!” He threw his head back and shoved her hips down onto his cock as he came hard, his beautiful head thrashing, his hips pumping with the pulsing wave. The satisfaction that gave her was unimaginable. She watched the cords in his neck flex tight, muscles in his pecs and abs ripple beneath his shiny skin.

  It pushed her over that wonderful edge. She bucked on top of him as her limbs were taken by the spasms. Her head fell back then forward as she cried out and gasped through the ecstasy, grinding herself on him, milking the perfect experience for all she could.

  She finally fell forward and he caught her in his embrace. Safe embrace. Possessive embrace.

  “Damn Sofi,” he gasped. “You were amazing.”

  She smiled in his neck and finally pulled back to look at him with pride. “Did you see me orgasm from my clit again?”

  He gasped a laugh. “Yes, I did. I saw you.”

  “You fixed me,” she said.

  “Me? You think?”

  “Mmmm yes. You make everything better.”

  He slowly slid his hands up and down her wet body, from her feet to her ribs, seeming to want every inch memorized.

  “What about you, you never had a girlfriend?”

  “God no.”

  It reminded her of his dreaded profession. “Soooo. How was your day down at the Vaginashop?”

  He grinned and angled a look up at her. “Horrible.”

  She snorted. “Slaving away between the legs of women all day.”

  He chuckled and brought her hand to his lips and kissed her palm, his gaze lazily raising to hers. “You’re jealous?”

  Her eyes widened. “Jealous? That is a mild word for what I am. There are suddenly no more women in the world, only vagina clients.”

  He busted out laughing and Sofia grinned at how gorgeous he was when he laughed and his pretty denim blues sparkled. “You always make me laugh.”

  “And I totally dig doing that.”

  “You dig that?” He stroked her thighs, smiling at her breasts.

  “Hello, my tits aren’t talking to you.”

  He chuckled. “Oh yes they are.” He became a little serious. “Honest. I can’t stand the idea of touching other women now. You’ve ruined me. My business is so fucked.”

  She smiled, taking that as a compliment. “Don’t worry, when I get enough money to open my Bakery, you can work for me.” His cock thickened inside her and she smiled. “You like that?”

  “I like the idea of working with you, yes.”

  “But not in a bakery.”

  “Depends on what I’m doing.”

  “Hmmm, with the way you lick those sexy lips, I’m willing to give you whatever position you want.”

  “I like this position,” he mumbled, holding her waist and pressing her tight to him.

  She moaned at feeling his cock getting harder. “I can see…the benefit of this proposal.”

  He bit his full lower lip and thrust his hips, his eyes locked on her breasts. “So can I.”

  She remembered her quest for info. “Okay, serious, it’s your turn to share. Tell me about your girlfriends.”

  Apart from lowering his gaze, he showed no signs of discomfort. “You don’t want to know.”

  The positively tone in his voice stabbed her. Likely she didn’t. But she needed to if she were going to help him. “I do seriously. I’m guessing you had a lot.”

  “Now why would you think that?”

  She shrugged a shoulder, noticing he still didn’t look at her. She’d be open with him, nonchalant, create an easy atmosphere. “Just cause of your past. Usually…when things like that happen, it causes us to…I don’t know…” she swam her hands through the fading bubbles. “...seek things in…odd places.”

  He finally raised his eyes to hers. She swallowed at seeing how hard they’d become. “You mean I fucked for comfort?”

  He was offended but she wasn’t sure about what. But talking was good. “Not always. It can be for punishment too?”

  “It can, can it? Tell me…Dr. Sofia…why do I want to tie you up and do sexual things to you that make you cry?”

  Sofia’s heart raced as she felt his cock thicken. Ooookayyyy. “Well…maybe because that’s what you feel like was done to you? Like…you were tied up and helpless? And…you want to do the same back, you want to hurt…the one that…” she swallowed, gathering her courage. “The one that cares for you and…” Shit the love confession burning her throat and chest seemed too soon. “And stuff.”

  He slowly brought his arms behind his head and then tilted it, regarding her with suspicious eyes. “And stuff,” he murmured, his cock jerking at the word and making her swallow a gasp. She gave a small nod.

  “Where did you study psychology for the emotionally and mentally disturbed?”

  She chewed her lower lip. “I just…kinda Googled it.”

  His brows raised. “Kinda Googled it?”

  “There’s…tons of information about it.”

  “Oh, I can only imagine.”

  “Reputable…sites.”

  “No doubt.” He shifted his hips, and Sofia tightened around his erection that seemed to be getting more erect by the millisecond. “Why are you searching this Sofia?”

  The look on his face sent guilt and desire snaking along her spine. There was nothing to hide, really. “Because I care.” For all her effort, the intended casual words squeaked out.

  “And stuff.”

  She nodded then gasped when he shifted his hips again, forcing himself deeper inside.

  He lowered his gaze, slowly, locking them on her breasts. “Why don’t you just ask me Sofia, and I’ll tell you all about it.” He lifted his gaze lazily back to hers.

  How convenient was that? Only why was she suddenly not wanting to ask. Possibly had something to do with his initial confession about the whole tying her up and making her cry thing. But then… “What do you want? To do I mean.” Shit, sounded like an offering. “I mean, whatever you want to do, we could…like tweak it? Like I did with my um…desserts? Good but…not bad?”

  His gaze heated to a thousand degrees, his jaw moving like his tongue might be restless. “What if it’s the bad…that I find so good?”

  Okay, heart racing now. “What if…we could make it feel like it’s bad…but it be good?”

  “Sofia…”

  He said her name like the magic word. Full of sensual reverence and awe, calling up her desire to be whatever he needed her to be, do what he needed her to do. It set her limbs to quivering at what all that might be. “I mean…we could try?”

  “Come here.”

  He sat there, his hands now sliding along her thighs. She leaned in to him, guessing that’s what he’d meant. When she was close, he pulled her head to his chest and held her in a tight embrace. She finally began to relax into his body.

  His hands slid down her sides and stopped at her hips. He slowly tightened his hold unti
l his fingers bit and Sofia gasped when he thrust his hips once. “You would do that for me?” He slid one hand over her butt, and dipped between her spread cheeks with a finger then applied a circular pressure where she’d never dreamed of being touched.

  “Yes,” she gasped, face on his shoulder, her body clamping down in reflex.

  “Are you sure…you can?” He stroked his cock in and out of her now, that pressure on her butt making her moans get louder. It was a different sensation but not altogether bad. She gasped and cried out when he penetrated her ass with the tip of his finger. “Fuck, you like that, I can feel it in your pussy.” He continued with tiny in and out probing while he flicked his hips faster, his breath now ragged.

  “Yes, yes.” She’d agree to drinking acid at that point, just so he didn’t stop.

  “Play with yourself while I fuck you, Sofia.”

  Sofia obliged, happily.

  “Mmmm, that’s it. Rub your sweet clit for me,” he whispered in her ear. “You like when I fuck you like this?”

  “God yes,” she cried.

  “Your ass feels so fucking good, I want my tongue in it.”

  Just the idea brought her orgasm and she flew apart from the inside out.

  “Oh fuck yes, you like that,” he breathed, flicking himself inside her faster while she shuddered all over him and cried out in abandon, Daniel, Daniel, yes, yes the whole way.

  He growled before she was finished, both his hands slamming on her hips, pulling and pushing, vigorously, intensifying her orgasm until she clutched his head to her chest and pulled his hair to hold on. The sound of his orgasm was just…out of this world, and the fact that he vocalized it made it all the more erotically traumatic for her. He strained out a half yell and groan like the pleasure was excruciating.

  Seconds later, she focused on collecting her scattered soul until she felt somewhat human again and bound to Earth. For a few moments there was just the sound of their hearts hammering in her ears. So good. She remembered the information he’d just given her. Scary shit, but still, at least he was working with her. She sent up a silent prayer to God, beseeching his help. She had an idea she’d need it.

  Chapter Eleven

  Daniel had meant it when he said work was horrible. It was more like hell now. The idea of looking at or touching another woman suddenly felt sacrilegious. And disgusting.