by Stone, Piper
He ran his fingers down the length of my arm, taking my hand into his. “No, it doesn’t, at least for now.” As he pulled me inside, I almost stumbled, quivering to the point my teeth were chattering. He yanked the coat from the balcony then closed and locked the door. When he turned to me, I could clearly see his level of need in his shimmering eyes.
Tonight, they were mesmerizing, flecks of purple and gold surrounding his irises. A girl could get lost in his eyes alone.
No. No. No…
I refused to give in. I was stronger than he realized.
He tossed his jacket onto one of the couches as his gaze trailed down to my bare feet, studying the red varnish I’d used on my toes out of spite. If he’d noticed or understood the meaning, I couldn’t tell. He was calm and collected in everything he did. My guess was that his enemies never had a chance to reflect on why they were being eliminated. The thought forced my throat to tighten.
“You are stunning,” he said as he took his time to remove his cufflinks, tossing them onto the coffee table.
I’d never had a single man look at me the way Lucian was. I suddenly felt naked, the gown highlighting the curves I’d always hated as well as my hardened nipples. “Thank you.”
A smile curled on the corner of his lips as he unbuttoned his sleeves, rolling first one then the other up to his elbows. The fit of his shirt allowed me to see just how muscular he was; broad shoulders and a narrow waist. He was six foot three to my five foot seven, but I felt almost tiny in comparison to him.
“And you’re all mine.”
A tickling sense of being thrilled rushed into my system. When he walked closer, tracing a line down the side of my neck to cleft between my breasts, I could feel my body swaying.
“Tonight is about pleasure, Genevieve. But you will succumb as I require.”
“Yes. Sir.”
Sighing, he rolled his finger around the outline of my right nipple, taking several deep breaths. “While you might consider me a monster, I do enjoy beautiful things.”
“Yes, I understand.”
“I don’t think you do,” he breathed as he slipped his fingers under the bodice of my dress.
The second he swirled one around my hardened bud, the explosion of desire was unlike anything I’d ever felt.
“When I want something or someone, I take it. From that day on, no one is allowed to touch my property and I do mean no one. I need to trust you, Genevieve, and I hope that one day you’ll trust me as well.”
Trust. The man spoke of trust when he’d bought me like a perfect doll he could place on a shelf. “I can’t promise you anything right now, Lucian. I no longer even know who I am.”
“Fair enough, but there will come a time your loyalty will be tested.”
While I wasn’t certain what he meant, I was no fool. He would kill any man who laid a hand on me.
He lowered the straps on my gown, every inch methodical, watching my reaction. Just the way his fingers skimmed my skin kept my body quivering all over. I found it difficult to breathe, my pulse quickening. When both breasts were exposed, his nostrils flared, his expression carnal.
“I can smell your desire,” he murmured before taking both nipples between his fingers, slowly pinching until a blast of pain shot through me. “Your pussy is very wet, isn’t it?”
“Yes.” Lying to him didn’t make any sense.
“Mmm… I plan on keeping you that way for days at a time, hungry for the man who will provide powerful orgasms as well as the discipline you desperately need in your life.”
Why were the words so enticing, the flames licking at my insides? As I swayed back and forth, I couldn’t take my eyes off the thick bulge between his legs. Very tentatively I reached out, sliding my fingers down his cloth-covered cock. My act of arousal pleased him, a growl slipping past his lips.
He continued pinching and twisting my nipples until they ached, the once biting pain now adding to my hunger. I was thrown by how the simple touch affected me, the way my heart fluttered. When he lowered his head, I was forced to grasp his shoulders to keep from falling. This time, I arched my back as he engulfed one nipple, his tongue swirling as he began to suck.
“Oh, yes… I…” I closed my eyes, tossing my head as the amazing sensations prickled every inch of skin.
Another growl floated between us, the sound barbaric in nature. I was flustered inside, every nerve ending standing on edge. He slipped his hand around the back of my neck, holding me in place.
Keeping me from running from him.
He seemed drunk on his power over me, his breathing raspy as he rubbed his lips on my skin, moving to my other breast. I was weak in the knees, struggling to make sense of anything. When he eased away, a moan escaped my mouth.
“Undress.” His command was dark and husky, rippling with desire.
I held my head high, covering my exposed breasts with my arms.
“Don’t make me ask you again. You won’t like what happens if I do.”
“Why do you have to be so angry all the time, so demanding?”
“Because that’s what people expect.”
Swallowing, I slowly lowered my arms. “That isn’t true, Lucian. Some people respond to kindness, even love, but that’s not something you know anything about.”
As before, his eyes flared. He took a step forward then stopped. I had no sense of fear that he’d strike me in anger. He simply hungered to the point he was losing control.
“I am what I am, Genevieve. While you won’t be able to change me, perhaps you can show me the reason for the light that forever glows in your eyes.”
The words were startling, a single slight admittance of a weakness. They touched me in an unfathomable way, allowing me to find the courage to tug on the slick material of my gown. As the silk cascaded to the floor, my lower lip quivering, I managed to keep my gaze locked onto his face. A rush of heat crept up my neck, blooming on my cheeks from the way he was looking at me.
“You are perfect,” he whispered.
After taking a deep breath, he swept me into his arms, his eyes shimmering.
Before walking away, he glanced toward the unopened champagne that room service had left in a beautiful crystal bucket. The monster had thought of everything including strawberries and chocolates, cheeses and fruits, but I hadn’t been able to stomach the thought of eating anything. Maybe because it was just another concept of surrendering.
He took two long strides in that direction. “Grab the champagne and the glasses.”
I did as I was told, my fingers as numb as the rest of me, making me fearful I’d drop the items. He wasn’t no time retreating to the bedroom, gently easing me to the floor. As he took the bottle from my hand, he lowered his head, nuzzling against my neck. The second he raked his teeth across my skin, I moaned, far more excited that I wanted to be.
The sensations were dazzling, leaving me lightheaded as a series of stars floated across my eyes.
“I adore the scent of your desire,” he murmured. He flicked his tongue across the base of my ear before pulling away, the same wry smile remaining on his face as he opened the champagne.
I felt strange standing in front of him entirely naked while he remained fully dressed. Somehow, I had the feeling I would need to get used to it. I expected him to keep me locked in a room, only allowed out when he determined, keeping me naked so I couldn’t even think about running away.
He poured the two glasses, holding both in one hand as he placed the bottle on the nightstand. When he held one of the flutes in front of me, my natural instinct was to toss it in his face as before. As if he’d already calculated my possible response, he made certain my grip was firm, even guiding the glass to my mouth, studying me with interest as I took a sip.
The bubbles ignited my taste buds, the cool liquid easing my parched throat.
“I take it you approve?” he asked. Did he really think that the champagne would matter to me?
“Yes, incredible.”
“
Good. I wanted you to be able to enjoy the choice I made.”
I took another obligatory sip, hoping it would help calm my nerves.
After taking a large gulp, he removed mine from my hand without asking. This was his timeline, his playtime. Lucian placed a finger under my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes. Then he cupped both sides of my face, taking his time to lower his head until our lips were centimeters apart.
I wrapped my hands around his wrists, doing so only to keep from swaying back and forth.
Lucian brushed his lips back and forth across mine several times, his touch tender and almost loving. When he drew the tip of his tongue across the seam of my mouth, I reacted, parting my lips.
I closed my eyes, envisioning a beautiful spring day, a patch of perfect green grass and flowers. And the man holding me in his arms reeking of passion. I was pulled out of my amazing fantasy by the sound of his voice.
“Crawl onto the bed,” he directed. He let go of me, taking a step away then yanking the shirt over his head, tossing it several feet away.
The sight of his bare chest caused an instant reaction, my pulse skipping and my pussy clenching and releasing. He was gorgeous, sculpted muscles and long arms I imagined holding me during cold winter nights. It was such a shame he was a monster inside.
Unable to stop shaking, I crawled onto the bed, every action perfunctory. I tugged on the bedding, making some crazy attempt to cover myself.
The look on his face primal, he shook his head. “You will never cover yourself in front of me. Drop the blanket.”
When I hesitated, he cocked his head.
“Drop. The. Blanket.”
Shivering, I did as he commanded, swaying back and forth, the rush of emotions all too much.
“Lie down.”
My hesitation was met with a dark growl.
“Lie down, Genevieve.”
As I eased onto the soft comforter, I kept my eyes pinned to the ceiling, my legs straight and together. When he jerked me down until my legs were dangling off the edge, I clung to the bedding, trying to keep my breathing under control. I was stiff, trepidation as well as excitement colliding, leaving me tense yet wet and hot all over. The combination was explosive.
He lifted and pushed my legs apart then dropped to his knees. I’d never felt so exposed in my life.
Thank God I couldn’t see him, yet I still closed my eyes, keeping my toes pointed. I remained stiff, unable to catch my breath. A single heated breath across the inside of my thigh forced me to jump. When he brushed the tips of his fingers along my calves, moving slowly over my knees, I fought the urge to close my legs. But the second he swirled a single finger around my clit, nothing could stop the moan slipping past my lips.
“You’re so wet for me, my little angel.”
Angel.
I was nobody’s angel. After all, I’d fallen from grace. I bit back another whimper as he continued teasing me. My body ached from the tension as well as the increasing need.
“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”
He slid one hand up to my tummy, crawling his fingers up my abdomen then flicking one over my nipple.
“Oh!” Another heated wave of sensations coursed down the length of my body. I dragged my tongue across my lips, my breathing still ragged but no longer labored.
I was confused as to why he was taking his time instead of shoving his cock inside. As he lowered his head, darting the tip of his tongue ever so delicately around my already swollen clit, I shivered to my core, a rush of euphoria bursting deep within.
His patience was surprising much like his tender touch, but I knew it wouldn’t last. Not with a man like Lucian. He proved me wrong, if only for a few precious minutes. The feel of his tongue was even more invigorating, yanking me into a moment of pleasure that I’d never experienced before. When he shifted his arms under my legs, pulling them even further apart, I didn’t need to be coerced.
I surrendered to his actions.
He buried his face into my wetness, immediately thrusting his tongue past my swollen folds. Gasping, I clawed at the bedding as I jerked up with a nervous laugh.
“You’re so tight,” he murmured, sliding a single finger in beside his tongue. As he began a beautiful dance, a skilled orchestration, adding a second and third finger, his actions became pure ecstasy.
I hadn’t realized he’d released me, but there was no need to hold me down. I gripped my knees, opening my legs as far as they would go. While I wrestled with the same embarrassment as before, the pleasure was almost all I could think about. My pussy clenched and released several times. I could feel an orgasm trying to shoot into my system. My breath ragged, several moans floated from my lips.
The way Lucian’s tongue darted in and out continued the moment of unbridled ecstasy, the entire world around me shadowed in a light fog. His actions becoming more brutal, he dragged his tongue up and down the length of my pussy as he pumped his fingers deep inside. When he slipped his thumb into the cleft of my ass, I sucked in my breath. The single flash of pain as he shoved it inside my puckered hole doubled the electricity.
“Oh. I… God!” My scream was ragged, breathless, and short-lived as another moment of pleasure swept through me. How could something so sinful feel so good?
A shock bore into my system when he smacked my pussy lips, the move so unexpected that I did everything to roll over.
“Pleasure and pain, little angel. You will learn both.”
He smacked me several additional times before thrusting inside both holes all over again. While I’d masturbated for a couple of years, the pleasure that rolled through me far outweighed the single climaxes that had given me instant but dull relief. As a climax burst into my system, shooting powerful explosions of energy into my body, I covered my mouth with my hand, fighting another scream.
Only it was no use.
Rattled as a single orgasm turned into a massive wave, I couldn’t stop shaking, unable to mutter any additional sounds.
He continued to lick, slowing his actions, issuing several low-slung growls. The sound alone kept me on the edge, allowing another beautiful series of vibrations to explode deep inside. I could no longer feel my legs. I was exhausted yet tense. This was only the beginning of a long time of surrender. After tonight, there wouldn’t be an inch of my body that didn’t belong to him.
Him.
My husband.
My master.
My captor.
After pressing several kisses on one side of my thigh then the other, he left me alone, a sudden chill wafting over me. I rolled over, drawing my knees to my chest.
“Look at me, Genevieve.”
I had no method of denying him any longer, shifting to where I could see him and suddenly, I couldn’t take my eyes off him. His eyes hardened, now the color of cold, hard steel. The aura of power I’d witnessed twice seemed more intense as he finished undressing. When he stood in front of me, the pitter-patter of my heart gave away the lust that continued to furrow in my loins.
There wasn’t a single inch of his body without conditioned, carved muscles. He stood like a beacon of wanton sin, his hands fisted and his legs slightly apart. I found myself moving to a sitting position, my breath skipping as I allowed my gaze to settle on his hard, thick cock. Even during the single intimate moment I’d experienced before, I hadn’t been given a moment of appreciation.
My mouth watered like it never had, my breathing just as ragged as before. I no longer recognized myself, the desire erupting deep within evocative.
It was also a sin.
Or maybe it wasn’t. After all, he was my husband.
“Do you like what you see, Genevieve?”
“Yes.”
Lucian wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking up and down in slow and easy motions. His balls were completely swollen, hanging low between his muscular legs. A wave of heat erupted like a volcano as I inhaled his musky scent of testosterone. The ache in my nipples forced me to steal a glance at both harde
ned buds, sick from embarrassment at the realization of how hard they were.
He advanced like a predator, forcing a whimper to escape from my mouth. When he sat down next to me, I bunched the bedding in my fingers, hanging my head low as I tried to learn how to breathe all over again.
I had no idea what to expect but when he pulled me into his lap, caressing the side of my face, I surrendered to another round of shivers.
Much like he expected me to submit to his dark and sadistic needs.
His gentle touch did little to calm my nerves. Even his slight smile couldn’t break through the ice that had yet to thaw around me. As he lifted and shifted my position, forcing me to straddle his legs, I clawed at his chest, my nails managing to dig into his skin.
“You can’t hurt me, Genevieve. Try as I know you will, I’m too strong for you. Tell me what you want.”
“Na… Nothing.” The look in his eyes was even more carnal than before. I was breathless, lost in the moment, desire ripping through my defenses.
“You’re lying to me. Tell me.”
I shook my head, pushing hard against him. “I can’t want this.”
“But you do. While I wanted tonight to be everything you assumed it could be, I have no more patience, my hunger too great. Tell me what you want.”
Two seconds passed.
Five.
“Fuck me. Please fuck me.”
I had no time to process my treacherous words before he lifted me several inches, sliding the tip of his cock to my pussy. I wasn’t surprised by the lurid smile on his face or the force he used when yanking me down on top of him. Lights flashed all around me, my whimpers no longer my own as his shaft forced my muscles to open like an early morning flower, yielding to his girth.
“Yes,” he hissed. “You feel so damn good.” He kept me against his legs for a few seconds before lifting me again, jerking me down with enough force he pushed air out of my lungs. When he repeated the move, my pussy clamped around the thick invasion.
That was the moment I lost every inch of the woman I’d believed myself to me, my filthy needs surpassing any concept of remaining a good girl. I unclenched my hands, sliding them over his shoulders. I was still shaking, the adrenaline rush even more powerful than before.