by Linzi Basset
He ended the kiss and with hooded eyelids watched his thumb brush over her wet and swollen lips. Morgan battled to breathe normally, slightly miffed that he didn’t seem half as affected by the kiss as she was.
“Unfortunately, I don't have nipple clamps on hand, my pet, so these will have to do.”
Morgan's eyes widened and she complained loudly. “No! You’re not going to pin me like a wet sock, Bruce Rickett.”
“Ah, no, love. Not socks but juicy, succulent nipples,” he teased as he palmed the tips until they hardened.
Morgan did her best to wiggle backwards out of his reach as he opened the clothespin over a nipple. He winked at her and released it.
She jerked at the searing sting that shot to her brain. “Owww! No, please. It hurts more than the clover clamps,” she hissed and then screamed when he put the other one in place.
“Do as I told you, Morgan. Breathe through the pain.” He stroked her back until her scrunched up face relaxed.
She was still struggling to puff in a breath when he dragged her forward until her breasts hung over the edge of the counter.
“I’m going to fall,” she protested, feeling even more helpless, now that she was pegged to like a piece of clothing!
“I won’t let that happen.” He walked around the counter, tracing her back as he went to set her mind at ease that he was keeping her safe. His eyes glimmered as he looked at the enticing vision in front of him. “Such a delightful picture.”
“This isn't funny.” Morgan twisted her shoulders to glare at him over her shoulder. “Ahh, fucking hell,” she gasped as the clothespin caught on the edge of the counter and pulled on her nipple.
“If you want me to pull on your tits, just say so, squirt. I'll be happy to oblige.”
“You just keep those huge paws to yourself. I’ll have you know …” Her voice drifted off as he suddenly appeared in front of her again, minus his boxer shorts plus … and it was a huge plus … a massive erection that jutted upward, swinging in a pendulum arch as he stepped closer.
“I think it’s time to quiet this mouth of yours.” He traced her lips, drawing her gaze to his face. His eyes had darkened to a warm charcoal. She was amazed to notice a blush of excitement coloring his cheeks. Her lips fell open without constraint or attempting another sassy comeback.
“Ah, now that’s the reaction I was looking for,” he grumbled low in his throat as he nudged her lips further apart to slowly push the blunt mushroom-shaped tip inside. “Hmm, such a delightful welcome,” he purred as she stroked her tongue on the underside of his shaft.
Morgan didn’t wait for the instruction. She hollowed her cheeks and gently sucked at his surprisingly fresh tasting length. Bruce wrapped his hand around her nape, gently guiding his shaft deeper. He stopped when she gagged, retreated a little until she sucked him back in, her eyes prodding him on for more.
“Easy does it, baby, there’s no rush. Just flatten your tongue, relax your jaw and keep swallowing,” he coaxed with a gruff voice. Watching his cock disappearing deeper and deeper, tugged at his control. Never had he seen a more compelling sight. He’d been sucked off by many women, but with Morgan, it felt different, surreal even. Her complete subjugation and trusting eyes that continued to gaze at him, broke through all the barriers he was still trying to keep erect.
“I want more, baby. Can you take me all the way?” He smiled tenderly as she nodded, eagerly pushing forward when his tip nudged at the back of her throat. A rumbling moan edged out from the back of his throat as he pushed his engorged vascular cock deeper into her mouth. He clenched his teeth to hold on to his restraint, watching as elastic strands of saliva bounced languidly from her chin as she swallowed him. She had never looked more beautiful. Her nostrils flared and her eyes began to water, but she didn’t move, just waited patiently, trustingly. Bruce exhaled slowly as the ripples of her throat contracting around his length, flushed his body with a surge of testosterone. He pulled back and with slow, easy plunges fucked her throat.
Her strangled groan around his quivering hardness was a result of him brushing his hand over her back, the silky softness of her ass until he found her wetness beyond. He spread her labia to gently finger her, teasingly.
“Yes, baby. Show me what you want,” he smiled as she moaned. He was riveted as she wantonly spread her legs wider, indulging in the pleasure of his tactile caresses.
Morgan’s body throbbed, and divaricated waves of saturated heat bloomed in a hot flush on her face. His slow strokes down her throat and inside her pussy were overwhelming and spiked her ardor. She pulsed her throat muscles, taking him deeper, exulting in his raw cry. She arched in response to the ecstasy that threatened to overwhelm her.
He tapped her clitoris. Morgan shattered, gagging at the unexpectedness of the climax that rippled through her. Bruce continued his easy possession of her throat as he delved his fingers inside her, prolonging the climax. Her throat clamped his length tight as she lost the battle to control her jaw. She gasped and coughed as his shaft popped from her mouth, her body still in spasm.
“Beautiful, baby. Absolutely gorgeous,” he praised as he gently wiped her mouth dry. She glanced at him with regret.
“But you didn’t come.”
“I have every intention to, my pet, but inside your hot, wet pussy.” He brushed a hand over the slope of her buttocks and the curve of her spine until he reached her neck. He leaned over and kissed her shoulder. She turned her head in an open invitation. His lips closed over hers as he greedily drank in her lust and savored the taste of himself on her soft tongue.
She whimpered as he stroked a hand between her legs to tease her dripping wetness. He broke off the kiss, his eyes blazing with expectation. He probed two fingers inside and pressed a fingertip down on the spongy ganglia that he knew would tilt her equilibrium. He watched as she rocked her hips back and forth on his hand, unleashing the hungry licks of heat that lapped at her core, slowly unlocking the tight inner muscles around his fingers.
“Do you want to come again, baby?”
“Yes. Oh god, yes!”
Bruce slapped his hand faster and deeper, waiting until she thrashed and moaned incessantly. His fingers gripped the clothespin and with a quick flick of his wrist, pulled it off her nipple.
Her raw scream slammed against the walls. Her back bowed in an arch as an unexpected climax ripped through her. She was still wailing in aftershock when Bruce added a third finger and delved deeper into her softness.
“Ohgodohgodohgod,” Morgan puffed and thrashed against his hand, knowing what was coming but still completely unprepared when he ripped the other peg off. This time her entire body went into a spasm as she was tossed to the epicenter of a euphoric tornado that threatened to split her apart.
She was as limp as an overcooked noodle when he untied her to gently massage her arms and legs. She couldn’t move, she didn’t want to, she just slumped weakly on the counter. Bruce gently eased her backward until her legs dropped over the edge. He spread her legs.
“Freaking hell, Bruce … again?” she squealed.
“Oh, yes, my pet.”
“Hmm,” she purred as he rubbed the knob of his cock at her silky and very wet entrance. She protested when it disappeared only to swoon when he used her sticky essence coating his tip to roll it over her still sensitive clitoris. “Oh … gaawd,” she puffed in surprise as a hard slap caused her body to jerk. She pushed onto her elbows and gazed at him over her shoulder as he held her hips in place.
“Don’t move, love.” His lips curved into a teasing smile as he pulled back his cock and released it to connect with the throbbing nub, again and again. Morgan had never felt the like.
Good lord! He’s spanking me … with his cock!
He was so hard that every hit shuddered through her shocked mind, sizzling with a tingling sensation to set her libido on fire.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she moaned as he slapped his cock over her spread open pussy. Morgan clawed at the edge of the counter,
completely overwhelmed by the sensations the erotic and oh, so sexy spanking plagued her with as he alternated the erotic slaps between her clit and labia.
Morgan was befuddled, drowning in a soup of arousal that swirled around her, dragging her down deeper and deeper. She shook off the confusion that kept sparring inside her mind. Ever since her captivity as a sex slave, she’d sworn never to be dominated sexually by any man. With Bruce … she craved it. She basked in his power and how it controlled her. She craved to feel his strength. It intoxicated her and bent her mind. Today, right this moment, she embraced the act of self-subjugation, secretly thrilled at the power that surged through her, knowing it was a choice she made. Giving him the control over her, as much as she exerted an equal amount over him.
“Bruce, please,” she wailed, her body shuddering, having reached a plateau of such scintillating eroticism that she would crawl on the floor, begging him to fuck her.
“You’re on the pill, Morgan, and we’re both clean.” His raw voice reached her as from a distance away. “I know your preference but god, I crave to feel your heat around me. It’s your choice, baby. Do I wear a condom?”
Morgan heard the words and understood their meaning but all she could comprehend was that she needed him inside her and yes, she wanted ... needed to feel his flesh against hers. To destroy once and for all the memories of—
No! Not now. Don’t even think of them.
“Yes, please, my Master. I need your skin against mine. Just please, please get in there! Fuck my pussy.”
Bruce was slain bare by hearing her calling him her Master. It was the biggest honor any Dom could ask for. To be trusted to such an extent to be bestowed the ultimate power over his sub, especially without being prodded.
“Thank you, baby.”
Leaning over her, he kissed her shoulder. Her desperate trill dropped to a groan in expectation of being penetrated then escalated in a carnal cry as his hard shaft slowly separated her silky folds. Their moans coalesced in the atmosphere as his silky steel met her hot and wet skin.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he ground out as he bore forward until he was fully encased inside her pulsing heat. The veins in his cock surged with charged pulses of blood that careened into the end of his shaft, swelling him more firmly inside. She moaned deep in her throat. He started to thrust deeply, banged hard against her buttocks, slapping them apart with every thrust. He grunted and inhaled deeply as wafts of her fresh scent escaped upwards to fill his nose.
“So … do … you,” she puffed out with every thrust, listening in awe to the sound of their slapping flesh resonating through the kitchen as he blatantly pillaged her, pushing her closer to the edge.
“You’re so hot … and so fucking tight,” he groaned as he pressed his face into the nape of her neck. He ground his hips against her buttocks and pumped in and out with long strokes, feeling himself slide against her silky walls. Morgan pushed back, submerged in waves of euphoria that rocked her into surrender.
Bruce pressed his eyes shut. For this moment, nothing else mattered. Not his distrust, not her lies, not even The Sixth Order. The world fell away inside his kitchen.
The powerful tide finally struck in a convergence of physical and emotional currents that sucked Morgan under. It ripped away her balance and pulled her gasping up the face of a tsunami―lifting her up then crushing her beneath its weight.
Her plea for release turned into a scream as her body tightened. Warm liquid gushed from her loins and streamed down her thighs. She jerked in surprise as she clawed at the marble counter in a desperate attempt to draw a breath. She was defenseless against the paroxysms that rocked her. Long waves of ecstasy rolled over her as she fought off the dull ache of excess. She surrendered, splayed open on the island with her behind hanging over the edge as she twitched and jagged in submission to his control.
She had never come so hard in her life.
With the sexually charged chemistry of primal sensations, Morgan became overwhelmed by the feelings raging inside her. She never believed in instalove but there was no denying how much she loved him. This gentle giant with a raging sexual beast that turned him into the man who drew every raw emotion from the depths of her soul, offering her heavenly pleasures she had never before experienced.
A tidal wave of ecstasy swept over her, tearing away the last of her control, leaving her shattered and weak.
Bruce roared, excoriated bare by her shuddering frame. His breathing turned ragged as he came inside her, pumping and convulsing, squeezing her hips as he emptied his load with unrestrained jerks of his hips.
Morgan felt like she was floating on a cloud, a soft giggle escaped her throat at his words that penetrated through the sexual haze surrounding her.
“Now that’s the best breakfast I’ve ever had.”
Chapter Fifteen
Morgan was touched when Bruce asked her to go with him to the hospital. Still basking in the afterglow of their erotic encounter earlier, she couldn’t stop smiling all the way there.
She glanced at him as he switched off the engine after easing into one of the underground parking bays at Brodie Clinic. She could see he was tense from the taut lines slashing around his mouth. She gently squeezed his arm.
“Is everything okay?”
He turned haunted eyes to her. Sadness engulfed her from the swirling insecurity she detected in their depths.
“No, baby. Jaxon’s condition has deteriorated. He’s critical.” He wiped his eyes, fighting the resignation that hovered at the back of his mind. He wouldn't stop praying and believing Jaxon would pull through.
“You care about him very much.”
“I do. He’s my godson.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Ethan and I formed a bond early on, much like Rhone and Keon did. I’ll never forget the feeling when he asked me.” He traced her fingers lying on his arm. “Jaxon … he was such a happy little boy. Always laughing and making jokes; one couldn’t help but love him. He used to spend every second weekend with me, caring for the horses. I taught him to ride, to rope, and he did his first horse jumping competition when he was five years old.” He smiled. “Won a gold medal, the little bugger.”
“It must have been hard when his mother took him away.” Morgan’s heart wept for the heartache Bruce had experienced.
“It was hell.” He stared out the window. “But he came back.” His eyes turned to her. “He can’t die now, Morgan. Not now.”
She breached the distance between them and hugged him. “He won’t, honey. Not with all of us here, praying and believing he’ll pull through.”
Bruce accepted the embrace and held onto her for a long while. He placed a tender kiss on her temple as he withdrew. His voice thickened with emotion. “We better go inside.”
The entire group of friends, along with their partners were gathered in the reception area of Ethan’s office. The atmosphere was somber. Everyone loved Jaxon and struggled with the possibility that he might not survive.
“Uncle Bruce!”
Bruce caught the whirlwind that was a dark haired little girl, as she flung herself into his arms. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and clung, bursting into tears. Morgan picked the tears from her own eyes, watching how tenderly he sat down and soothed the crying girl.
“There now, little one. Shh, all will be well. You’ll see,” he cooed in her ear.
“Not if Jax dies. Please, Uncle Bruce. You have to do something. He can’t die,” she sniffed, lifting tear filled eyes to him.
Bruce tenderly stroked her hair. Morgan could see the mammoth effort it took the big man to keep his own emotions under control. It was evident that Bruce was a favorite among his friends’ children and that they all looked to him for guidance.
“We can all do something, darling. Believe and pray. Do you believe he’ll get better?”
“Yes! With all my heart,” she said passionately.
“So, do I,” Bruce brushed her long hair behind her ear as she settled on his lap. Lo
nging stabbed at Morgan at the sight. He would make a wonderful father. He looked up and held out his hand. He pulled her onto the sofa next to him.
“I’d like you to meet a very special person to me. This is Morgan.” He smiled at her. “This is Rebecca, or Beckie, as we all call her, Keon and Lauren’s daughter.”
Beckie smiled through her tears at Morgan and politely held out her hand in a very grown up gesture.
“Pleased to meet you, Auntie Morgan.”
“It’s a pleasure to meet you too, little one.”
Beckie lifted Morgan's long hair that hung loosely below her waist. “Your hair is so long! How do you brush it?”
Morgan smiled with patient indulgence as Beckie squeezed in behind her and started playing with her hair.
Everyone smiled and greeted the couple now that Beckie had calmed down and found something else to keep her busy.
“While we wait, update us on Sean, Lance. With everything that happened, it completely slipped my mind,” Alex said quietly, not wanting to alert Paige who stood outside in the hallway, wringing her hands.
“We couldn’t find him. When we arrived in the alley where the coordinates led us too, it was empty, except for his cell phone on the ground.” He lowered his voice with a quick glance at Paige. “And blood. Lots of blood.”
“Someone must have picked him up there. There were no tracks or signs of blood spatter leading in any direction,” Max interceded. “Richard is scanning the surrounding traffic cams to see if he can spot anyone going in or out of that alley.”
“Goddammit! I hope he made it somewhere safe. Keep us updated, please, Max,” Alex said.
“Will do.”
Ethan walked into the room, catching a worried Paige in his arms as she rushed toward him.
“How is he? Why can’t we see him?”
“They’ve been battling to stabilize him, honey,” he said in a tired, deflated tone. He looked around the room. “He’s raging with fever and if we can’t get it …” He choked up and swallowed hard before he continued. “I know you all want to see him and we’ll allow it for a few minutes but please be quiet. He’s sleeping at the moment.”