by Piper Stone
The sizzle of his hot breath cascading across my naked back was almost too much to bear, my pussy now clamping involuntarily. I was forced to gasp for air as the same wonderful, scintillating finger moved between the cleft of my ass, teasing my dark hole in a relentless fashion. I jutted my hips, straining with the rope. I was ready to beg for relief, his fingers dipping into my wetness or his tongue lapping at my cream. I stretched my knees wide open, balancing as I hunkered forward. I was wide open, my back arched to the point of pain.
I no longer cared whether I was punished. I needed relief. Something.
Anything.
The heavy breaths continued to float along my skin, creating a trail of goosebumps as he eased his finger to my pussy lips. The lightest tap. The softest caress. I had no idea how he could stand fondling me with such restraint, but he was driving me mad with yearning, stifling any ability to think clearly.
His finger teased every inch of my pussy, swirling only once around my clit. A clipped moan finally escaped my lips. Within a split second, the two hard cracks against my bottom were given. I was shocked how intense the pain was in comparison. I wiggled and twisted my hands, literally biting my lip to keep from crying out.
He resumed his soft caress, repeating the move but never sliding his finger all the way into my pussy. I heard another sound, a shift in movement. Then I knew he’d opened the drawer once again. I braced for whatever wretched implement he was going to grab.
Silence.
Please, God. Please. Fuck me. Fuck. Me!
Nothing.
One minute.
Two.
The weight on the bed was heavy, my wrists twisted in the rope as I was forced onto my back. Hands pushed my legs up and out and only seconds later, I knew another strand of rope was being wound around my calves, securing them against my thighs.
I was mortified, scared to death to be so vulnerable, but there was also extreme excitement as he performed the task. When he was finished, there was no way I could move, my pussy and ass wide open for his use.
For anything he craved.
I wanted to see his face, to know that everything would be all right. I needed to lock eyes with his, to understand his reasons and feel secure in his... love. God. There was no way a man like Dominick could love anyone. I was even more terrified that he’d leave me alone this way, perhaps teaching me some unknown lesson.
When he rubbed the palms of his hands on the back of my thighs, kneading in such a gentle manner, I was able to breathe, some tension easing.
But dear God, the excitement shot adrenaline and red-hot electricity racing through every vein and muscle, forcing my toes to curl and my heart to skip. I felt the weight of the bed change, could sense he was hovering over my body and I held my breath, clenching my fists.
The hot slide of his tongue along my skin shattered my last resolve. I tossed my head back and forth, gasping as the rough pads of his fingers pinched my nipples, twisting and pulling. I was wet and hot yet shivering as the anguish rushed like the crackle of lightning through the streams of blood. The pain was exquisite, shoving me into ecstasy even though the anguish was biting.
He shoved his wide open mouth on my pussy, his tongue thrusting all the way inside. Shocked, I jerked up, letting off a primal scream.
“Oh. Oh!”
A quick snap of his wrist and he smacked my pussy with several fingers over and over again, issuing nothing more than a husky growl. When he pushed his entire face into my wetness once again, I refused to cry. The stinging sensations were powerful, wondrous in a way I couldn’t comprehend. Everything was heightened.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Longing.
He licked with such aggression that his guttural sounds became the sweetest music, his tongue a perfect weapon. I fell into the rhythm, my head lolling to the side as the tingling increased. I was aware he’d slid several fingers inside my swollen channel, flexed open and plunging in and out. With every swipe of his tongue, every slam of his fingers, I was dangled over the precipice of an intense orgasm.
Dominick refused to stop, his actions becoming even more brutal, his hunger increasing. He issued no commands, no rules to obey. There was no holding back. I was far too lost in the sublime. Opening my mouth, I willed a silent scream as the climax raced from the very tips of my polished toes straight into my pussy.
I jerked up, no longer able to feel my arms or legs as the orgasm slammed into me, creating wave after beautiful wave. My heart was stuttering, the beats skipping and the euphoria was the most incredible in my life.
Suddenly, there was such a chill wafting over me. Had he left? No. No! I craved his cock. The weight on the bed shifted, hands wrapping around mine, fingers intertwining. He eased the tip of his cock just inside, the throbbing wonderful. Everything between us was electrified, the warmth of his hands and the feel of his fingertips so intimate.
I could only envision the way he was holding his massive body aloft. How I longed to wrap my arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.
Very slowly, he lowered down, and I could feel every inch of him as he thrust the entire length of his cock inside.
Panting, I tipped my head until our lips touched. And I could hear the single word, said in such a whispered manner that I might be dreaming.
“Mine.”
He crushed his mouth over mine as he pumped in and out, slamming me into the soft confines of the bed. His hold on my hands was like a tight vise, his fingers digging in. I was alive, free of the nagging constraints of my entire life, open to experiencing all of this man. The thought was provocative, seducing me just as much as the beast taking me.
He was unforgiving in his desire, fucking me long and hard, his cock spreading me wide open. I was catapulted into the outer rings of bliss, a place I’d never been. Every time he pulled out, I was ready to scream and every savage plunge like sweet release, bringing me to another climax within seconds.
“Ah... Ah... Ah...” There was no way to stop my ragged breathing, the throaty sounds matching his. The heat of his body was overwhelming, igniting a firestorm between us.
And still he continued pumping like a crazed man. Every sound was magnified, the scent of sex intoxicating.
The man who’d dominated my soul was close to coming. I wanted his seed filling me, the scent of him covering every inch. I squeezed my pussy muscles until his body went rigid. And just seconds before he exploded into me, I climaxed again.
Perhaps it was nerves or excitement, even the remnants of ravaging fear, but even I was stunned hearing the words that slipped from my mouth. And instantly, I knew I would live to regret them.
“I love you.”
Chapter Twelve
Dominick
I wasn’t going to lie that her words didn’t haunt me. Perhaps that made me even more of a scoundrel than I knew myself to be. After all, I’d had the thoughts myself in the throes of passion. The word itself was foreign to me, existing only in fairytales and romance books. I took a swig of my whiskey, staring out at the sun just cresting over the horizon. I’d left her alone in my bed, her naked body barely covered by the soft sheets.
The thought of her would always make my cock hard, my balls swollen. This morning was no exception, but the sleepless night was a reminder why I shouldn’t get too close.
Danger.
I posed a threat to her even in my home. In my bed. My instinct told me that my life was a ticking time bomb, ready to explode at any moment. My love for her meant I should send her away, reneging on the deal I’d made. I snorted at the thought. How many times had I mentioned the concept of consequences to her? If I sent her away, I’d be forced to deal with Drummand directly. Perhaps I should anyway. There were far too many secrets swirling around the man. If I’d underestimated his power, my father’s hold on the city would find itself in the crosshairs of the federal statutes.
Sighing, I took another sip, turning my head to glare at the open bottle. Drinking wasn’t going to solv
e anything. Besides, the liquor tasted bitter, almost burning my tongue. Selling your soul to the devil certainly had ramifications. A hostile laugh pulsed from my throat. Was this the beginnings of remorse? Had the beauty calmed my need for vengeance?
No way. No. Fucking. Way.
The house remained quiet, no late-night phone calls or reports of additional explosions, but I knew it was only a matter of time. God, I wanted her. I was almost ready to give up everything I thought I’d ever cared about to find the very reality she’d painted. If only...
Binding her until she had no idea when or if I’d return had been the beast dwelling within. Touching and devouring her, my mind and body ripe with passion had been something I’d never experienced.
And I wanted more.
However, there was still a sharp knife in my gut, a wrenching of my heart, making me incapable of providing the level of additional conversation or even compassion that I knew Caroline needed. I wasn’t a man prone to bouts of depression or even sadness. On this early morning, I had both.
I finished the drink, glancing one last time at the sunrise. At least I would take the opportunity to enjoy the morning. Chuckling, I slid the glass across my desk. Why not the entire day? I was a businessman after all. I could choose to leave my work and indulge in normal behavior.
Whatever the hell that meant.
My steps were heavy as I walked up the stairs, trying to even find the right words to say to her. I could deny I’d heard the comment altogether or simply tell her that love wasn’t possible. Not in my world and not even in hers. The door was still slightly ajar, exactly the way I’d left it. The pulled blinds created an eerie series of shadows in the room, giving me one hell of an uncomfortable feeling. My enemies could easily find a way into the house, no matter how secure the facility.
If they wanted in, they would find a way, bypassing the security system after killing off my soldiers. The thought would forever remain in the back of my mind. The moment I walked in, a cold chill slithered down my spine. She wasn’t here.
Anger infused with fear as I yanked the sheets, finding no evidence. There was no blood, no obvious signs of struggle, but I knew something was off. I raced to her room first, throwing open the door. She hadn’t been inside in hours. Dread filled in the open holes and I raced back into the bedroom, heading for the dresser. The asshole couldn’t have gotten too far.
The light under the bathroom door was a clear reminder of why she shouldn’t be here. I’d determined the worst immediately, instead of checking the variables. Jesus. F. Christ. I was losing my shit. I opened the door and seeing her form in the shower, her long and lean body in silhouette, my cock rose to full attention. Even my skin was prickled at the thought of taking her again.
Losing the robe, I moved to the shower door, quietly clicking it open. She didn’t respond, her face turned away.
She was crying.
As the cooler air wafted in, she jerked, gasping and turning to face the intruder, her lovely eyes open wide. There was such sadness in them, but a smile crossed her face. Then a look of lust prevailed. “I woke up and you were gone.”
“I didn’t go far.” My words seemed stilted, but she didn’t seem to notice. At this point, nothing mattered but being with her. I crowded her space, yanking her toward me until her breasts were crushed against my chest. I rubbed my hands down her head, smoothing her long, wet hair then fisting the soft strands. “God, I want you.”
“You just had me.” Her voice echoed in the dense space, the lilt crowding into every blood cell, filling my cock.
“Not enough. Never fucking enough.” I captured her mouth, holding her in place as I allowed her to explore the dark recesses. The taste of her would always be sweet, no matter the bitterness of the world around us. After a few seconds, I pushed her against the cool marble, delighting in the way her hands caressed my shoulder and arms, her fingers dancing across my skin. I palmed the wall, pushing hard against her, grinding until she moaned into the kiss.
She seemed so tiny and frail, but I knew the woman was stronger than I would ever be. The kiss became a frantic moment, full of passion and longing. Our tongues entwined, teeth gnashing together as we drank our fill of each other.
Her body wiggled beneath mine and she wrapped one leg around my thigh. Everything about this seemed so forbidden, as if I was tasting fruit that didn’t belong to me. That made me want her even more, desperate to be inside, fucking her with wild abandon.
She responded, raking her nails down my back, arching her back as much as possible in her effort to cling to me. When I finally broke the kiss, I cupped her chin, keeping her in place as I licked her neck, sliding the tip of my tongue down to her cleavage.
“Oh... Dominick.”
“Are you hungry for more, my sweet Caroline?”
“Yes.”
“Are you willing to give me everything?” My husky voice was that of a true barbarian.
“God, yes.” She sucked in her breath as I growled and pulled her nipple into my mouth, sucking and biting down. Struggling, she managed to ease her hand between us, stretching to reach my cock. She wrapped her fingers around the base, pumping up and down in a seductive manner.
The lights dimmed, my eyes becoming hazy as she created friction. This wasn’t about romance. Not this time. I had to be inside of her, taking her sweet pussy, her tight little ass. I slid my mouth to her other breast as I jammed my hand between her legs, cupping and fingering her mound.
“So... Mmm...” She closed her eyes, her hand faltering as I thrust two then three fingers inside. She was so damn hot, as wet as I’d left her. My hunger was off the charts, the beast in me crawling to the surface.
I added a fourth finger, driving in wild and manic motions, the sound of her pussy muscles clamping around the invasion like the perfect orchestrated rhythm. She was mine for the taking. Mine for the tasting.
Mine for the fucking.
“You like what I do to your body, Caroline? Ravaging you? Taking you anytime I want?”
“Uh-huh.” Her head lolled as she rose onto her tiptoes. She squeezed my cockhead, smiling when I issued a guttural sound, breathing hot air across her face.
I pulled my fingers out and smacked her pussy. “Let’s try that again.”
“Yes, sir,” she purred, her lower lip quivering.
The way her body reacted was so powerful, the connection to her unmistakable. We belonged together in some insane manner.
My hunger was too great and I jerked back, tugging her around and forcing her against the marble. I kicked her legs apart and wasted no time, shoving my cock all the way inside her tight little pussy.
“Oh, fuck...” She slapped the wall as she pressed her face against it.
I dragged the wet strands of hair from her face, marveling in the warm flush cresting along her jawline. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. I fucked her hard and fast, lifting her off her feet every time I thrust in savage strokes.
She licked her lips and kept the seductive smile, moaning every time I stole her breath. My body was tense, longing to come deep within, but I would wait. I could be patient. The entire moment spiraled until I was unable to think clearly.
“Fuck me. Yes. Fuck me!” Her cries floated around us, her desire consuming both of us.
I kept the pace, slamming her savagely against the marble, driving deep. When she stretched out her arms, clasping her hands around mine, I lowered my head, biting down on her neck.
Brutal.
Unforgiving.
Taking.
When I was ready to explode, I pulled out, lifting her until she was forced to slap her feet against the wall. Then I claimed her ass, sliding in with ease.
She shuddered, her mouth slack as she panted, clawing at me. Everything about this was primal, our combined hungers off the rail. Nothing mattered but the two of us, our carnal needs being fulfilled. Then I stopped thinking, shoving in harder and faster until I could hold back no longer.
Tossi
ng my head, I roared, the sound like an angry beast filling his mate with seed.
I held her for some time, languishing under the shower, my face pressed against hers. There were so many things I wanted to say to her, events of my life that needed to be shared, but I had no idea where to begin. Hell, I had no idea what wouldn’t compromise our relationship.
She folded her arms over mine, clinging to me as our breathing calmed. When I finally released her, she didn’t seem surprised, merely tipping her head and offering a sad yet respectful nod. Perhaps she’d learned when to leave the brooding beast alone.
I left her in the bathroom, dressing quickly and grabbing my phone. Once again, an emptiness filled my heart. Even remorse. There’d been no calls, no emails that would indicate any major disturbances in the middle of the night. The quiet was as disconcerting as the events of the day before.
Even the freshly brewed coffee tasted bitter. I poured the cup into the drain, glaring at the morning light.
“A pensive man.”
I snickered, watching the reflection in the glass as she walked in. “I have a lot on my mind.”
“Such as the explosion?”
“Yes. That and other aspects of business.”
“That you still won’t tell me about.”
As she moved to find a mug, pouring herself a cup of coffee, I shook my head. “We have legitimate businesses such as the casinos and other real estate development.”
“You also have others that are directly related to crimes,” she said quietly, no condemnation, simply a statement.
“I’m not going to insult your intelligence. We are into various aspects that are considered criminal activity, but by and large, the family is legitimate.”
“And you’re talking over one day.”
I laughed, thinking about my siblings. “I have two brothers, both of which are capable but who refuse to have anything to do with the... operation. One lives out West on a ranch. He has a wife and two kids. The other is currently sailing the world at the moment.”
