by A. J. Macey
“You, Sparky. I want to know who the woman with the platinum blonde hair and electric blue eyes is,” he nearly purred, taking half a step closer until our chests nearly brushed. In doing so, my arcs ran over his chest, the sensation of the barely charged volts making him shiver.
“You think I'm just going to give you my name?” I laughed, the sound cold and mocking. I was half impressed he had the balls to ask, and half insulted he thought I would actually give it to him.
“I've seen your face, and I have plenty of ways to find out who you are. I just figured it would save us both some time if you told me, but we can do it the hard way. If you know what I mean,” he murmured, his tone low and sinful as he stepped closer. Growing tired of the banter, I poked him in the chest with a spark strong enough to really jolt him, his body tightening before he stepped back.
“Arc Angel,” I insisted, settling for the ridiculous name Acer had given me upon his insistence all superheroes needed a name. “Now, tell me what you know.”
“That's not what I wanted to know. We'll see if you're up for telling me tomorrow night. Until then, I'm not telling you anything.” He stepped back, his eyes lighting up in delight as my hands curled into fists at the demand.
“Don't let him go!” Silas hollered out. As soon as the words left his mouth, Wings jumped into the air, his inky wings popping out.
“Oh, I don't think so,” I hissed, throwing a bolt up at him before he could go too high. The charge hit his leg, his wings immediately stopping their flapping, and he fell toward the cement.
A hazy bubble formed around him, softening his landing before he could bash his head on the sidewalk. In the time it took me to throw the arc of electricity and Carson to catch him, Kane had run up, knocking him out in one swift punch.
“Let's get him back to The Syndicate,” Kane commanded, lifting him up onto his shoulder. “Evera, you're with me.” His tone was hard, his jaw clenched as he started toward the SUV. With the use of my full name, I knew I was in trouble.
I knew this was going to be a bad idea.
Well, too late to do anything now.
The car ride had been tense, my body riddled with anxious energy at the frustration that flowed off of Kane's in waves. The slam of the car door put me more on edge as I climbed out slowly, trying to stay as small as possible as he relayed where to put Wings and what the others needed to do. While he was distracted, I tried to sneak by, but his hand came down on my shoulder, holding me in place. Damn it, I have had way too much confrontation today, why can’t I just go to sleep and we fight in the morning?
“I don't think so, Evera. With me, now,” he ground out.
Sighing, I walked with him, his hand never leaving my body as it slid from my shoulder to my back. As the door shut to his office, I was hyperaware, it was just me and Kane.
“What was that?” he questioned, his voice barely above a whisper as he opened a cabinet door to reveal an array of decanters and glasses.
“That was me doing what I always do,” I explained, crossing my arms. “I don't need anyone to watch out for me. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me.”
“How do you know that? Do you know him well enough for that?” Kane challenged, looking over his shoulder. I ground my teeth, irritated at the insinuation this was all my fault, that I wasn’t capable of judging my own safety.
“We've had several interactions, during none of which was he violent. He's just annoying. Why does it matter? Everything is fine—”
“Because you could have gotten hurt, Blue,” Kane nearly shouted, setting his glass on his desk and coming over to stand in front of me. “I can't stand by and watch that happen.”
“I wouldn't, Kane,” I tried to reason with him. “I've been doing this for years.”
“That doesn't matter to me.” He cupped my face roughly. “I have wanted nothing more than to be able to watch out for you for the last ten years, and now that I can, I'm not going to let you do something stupid and get hurt.”
“It wasn't stupid! I had it under control, and you need to trust me.”
“I do trust you.” I shook my head as much as I could between his calloused palms, seeing the doubt in his gaze.
“No, you don't, or you would have let me handle that. You have to act like you tru—” I tried to say, but before I could finish, he pressed his lips to mine.
Holy shit, Kane Renick is kissing me. My breath left my lungs as I stood stunned for a split second, but before he could pull away, I kissed back. His black thermal was soft under my fingers as I braced myself against his chest, my knees going weak as he deepened our locked lips. Nerves and anticipation radiated through me, my lightning no longer staying under my skin, the icy blue harmless arcs glowing brightly in the dimmed room.
The lightest brush of his tongue against my bottom lip had me opening tentatively before he swept in, tasting every piece of me. A wave of goosebumps ran over my body as he tangled his fingers in my hair, holding me tightly in place as he stepped forward. I couldn't stop the soft gasp that bubbled out of me when I felt the hardened bulge of his cock press into my hip and stomach, my mind struggling to believe I was here, making out with Kane.
“Tell me to stop, Evera,” he ground out, his breathing ragged. I could feel him holding back, shaking as his muscles flexed and shifted. “You have to tell me to stop.”
“Why?” I whispered, slowly shifting my hands up his chest until I could feel his heated skin under the tips of my fingers. The guttural growl deep within his chest set me on fire, the sound shooting straight to my pussy in a gush of arousal I felt soaking my underwear.
“Because I don't know if I can hold back,” he bit out, pulling my hair, so I was looking him in the eyes. His pupils encompassed almost the entire span of his dark brown irises, his gaze heating as I moaned, the slight pain from his grip at the back of my head making me want more. “Tell me to stop, Blue.”
“I don't want to, Kane,” I murmured, my eyes fluttering closed when his grip tightened further.
“Blue―”
Before he could try to argue any further, I yanked on his shirt, pulling his lips back to mine. Stumbling, he caught us with his hands braced on the door to his office, trapping me between him and the cold metal. This time, when I kissed him, it wasn't tentative or hesitant, nipping at his lower lip and tongue as he devoured me. Reaching down, he hooked his hands under my thighs and lifted me. As soon as my legs were wrapped around his hips, he ground into me, his cock rolling over my clit in a spark of sharp tingles.
Like I weighed nothing, he carried me over to his desk, shoving away all his papers with a wave of his hand. We continued to battle with teeth and tongues as he sat me down on the wood, only stopping long enough for me to push his jacket off his shoulders and shove his shirt up his chest. Pulling back, he yanked it over his head, my hands never leaving his chest.
His muscles were just as corded as I’d anticipated, his chest and abs sculpted and defined, but what caught my attention was the large chest tattoo he had. It was black and white, spanning from one arm to the other. A skull in the center of two angel wings, four roses lining the bottom of the feathers, while the phrase 'Veni Vidi Vici' sat atop the piece in a bold script, right below the hollow of his neck over his collarbones. Tracing over the artwork, I admired not only the beauty of the tattoo but the warmth of his skin and the dips and cuts of his body. Before I could ask the meaning of the phrase, he captured my lips again, silencing any wandering thoughts until all there was only Kane and the inferno that was swallowing me whole.
“Fuck, Evera, you can’t scare me like that,” he ground out between fevered kisses, his hands running over my thighs, his fingers digging into my hips in a painful grip before pulling my shirt off.
“I had it handled,” I argued, peppering kisses across his jaw. “You can’t treat me like a little girl. You can’t ground me if I do something you don’t approve of.”
“I’ve noticed,” he murmured, cupping my breasts, thumbs running over the worn material of m
y bra, making me shudder as he circled my peaked nipples. Unhooking the back of my bra, he slipped it off my shoulders. “And I may not be able to ground you, but I certainly can do other things.” The naughty hint in his tone made my blood surge, but when he pulled away, my eyes opened, narrowing on him as he walked around the desk.
“Kane?” I questioned with a brow raise. The cool air that swept in with his absence made my skin flare in a wave of goosebumps, my nipples stiffening in the draft. “You’re going to just leave me high and dry?”
“Oh, no, Blue, I have lots of things I want to do to you before you leave this office.” The stern look on his face was a stark contrast to the heat in his eyes. Reaching into one of his drawers, he pulled out one of his signature black ties. “But I also want you to know you can’t just go off and do whatever you want.”
“Says who?” I challenged, leaning back on my hands. I schooled my face into a smirk, although my heart was trying to rattle out of my chest with nerves at having my breasts bared to Kane.
“I think you forgot who’s in charge here, Evera,” he murmured, his tone low and even more gravelly than normal as he moved around me. His hands rested on either side of my torso, calloused fingertips brushing mine as he looked me in the eye. “Who’s in charge?”
“You are,” I whispered, a shiver running down my spine as his irises blew out wide. He’s barely touched me, and my underwear is already completely destroyed.
“Who am I, Blue?”
“The boss?”
“That’s right. Do you know what the boss does to those who don’t listen?” I couldn’t answer, moaning softly as he wrapped the silky material around my neck and tied it, gripping the material right in front of the knot. “Are you going to listen to me from now on, Ev?”
“Depends.” He tugged on the tie, pulling me to sit up straight, his other hand caressing my face before rubbing against my lower lip. Feeling cheeky, my tongue darted out to brush against his skin.
“Depends, huh? Is that what you think?” he purred, the roughness of his voice making me shift, desperate for relief from my throbbing pussy.
“Yeah, depends on what you want me to do,” I ground out, and the whimper lacing my words had him smiling.
“Right now, I want you to stand up.” Curiosity won out, and I slid off the desk, my boots thudding against the ground. Kane didn’t talk, swiftly untying and unbuttoning my pants before instructing me to take them both off.
I was a thousand degrees, the arcs dancing erratically on my body a clear sign my emotions were past the point of my control. Looking him over, the bulge behind the black pants he wore held my attention. My mouth watered in anticipation, so I reached out and started to unbuckle his belt. I got as far as starting on the top button before he grabbed my wrists in one of his hands.
“Did I say you could have that yet?” he challenged. Smirking, I twisted my arms, freeing them before unhooking the button and starting on the zipper. “Well, if you can’t keep your hands to yourself, I’ll just make sure they stay where I want them to.”
Letting go of the makeshift leash, he maneuvered my arms behind my back, holding them tightly in one hand as he hooked the material of the tie around my wrists until they were secured. I panted, my eyes rolling back as he gripped the taut strap connecting my neck to my wrists, the pressure just enough to push me further into the lustful fog I was drowning in.
“Mm, maybe you’ll listen to me now, instead of being a brat,” he whispered, his lips barely brushing against mine in the slight tease. I nipped, catching his lower lip before sucking it into my mouth.
“What are you going to do about it, Boss?” I sassed. “Going to bend me over your desk and punish me?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you Ev?” He grabbed a fistful of my ass roughly in one hand, his grip tight and possessive, owning me with a single hold. At that moment, I was Kane Renick’s girl in every sense of the word—only his. “Is that what you want? To be handled like the brat you’ve been acting like since you strolled into my office?”
“I want you to show me what you’ve got, Kane. Show me exactly why you wanted me to stop you.” I pushed him further, nipping once more until I felt his control completely crumble. “Show me who’s boss.”
That was all it took. Growling, he flipped me over, bending me over the top of his desk. I didn’t hold back the moan as he forcefully spread my legs apart, completely giving in to the way he maneuvered me. I jumped when the first slap came, the sharp sting on my ass, melting quickly into a wash of warm tingles. My pussy clenched, soaking as Kane held me steadfast against the hardwood top of his desk with one hand while the other came down in quick succession. After that first spank, I was lost, a complete and utter mess of lust and putty in Kane’s hand. At that moment, I would do exactly what he wanted to get the release I felt building.
“You, Evera Lora Quinn, are going to do what I say from now on, or I’ll bend you over this desk and discipline you again,” he commanded, his hand gripping my tortured ass before brushing the tips of his fingers over my soaking underwear. Feeling how wet I was, Kane groaned, circling over my slick entrance as his hand left my restraint to brace against the wood next to me. His hard length replaced his fingers, the fabric of his underwear rubbing against me as he rocked his hips into me. My hands were trapped between his abs and my back as he folded over, biting my neck sharply.
“Kane,” I cried, nearly in pain at the way my desire seared my nerve endings. I needed release, and I needed it now. “Please. I need… I need to come.”
“Will you obey, Ev?” he whispered in my ear, the tip of his tongue darting against the crest of my ear. I nodded fervently as much as I could with the silk collar I wore. “What was that?”
“Yes, Boss,” I moaned, gasping when he trailed kisses down my back and over the curve of my ass. I was taut as an arrow notched in a bow, ready and waiting to hurl toward the target. I just needed Kane to let go of that final hold over my release.
Yanking my underwear down and off my legs took only a moment before Kane forced my legs out and my hips up. I could feel myself dripping as I glanced over my shoulder. His hungry gaze took me in as his breath against my slick cunt and open legs had me biting my lip to stay still despite wanting to move, so he would do something, anything, to ease the ache.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity later, his tongue ran from my clit to my ass in a frenzy of near cruel dips and circles. I didn’t have time to enjoy the feel of his tongue tasting me before I was thrown into a dizzying release, my moans breaking as my vision dimmed, but Kane didn’t stop. Another slap came as he devoured me, quickly bringing me to the edge of a second release, but right as I was about to come, Kane pulled away. I whimpered, my entire body tensing at being left in a perpetual state of need, the sweet taste of my orgasm right outside of my grasp.
“Get on your knees, Blue,” Kane commanded, helping me off the desk. Sinking to the floor, I looked up at him obediently, waiting for what he wanted me to do. God fucking damn it. I moaned, the sound nearly bending into a whine when I fully took him in. Seeing Kane shirtless, pants unbuttoned, and his cock straining against the black fabric of his briefs was a sight to behold, and the way he stared down at me with such intense ferocity had me melting into a puddle right where I knelt.
“Untie me?” I asked, nearly pleading. “I’ll be good and listen.”
“Oh, will you now?”
“At least when it’s just you and me in the office,” I added with a grin, knowing I loved to rile him up. If disobeying his unspoken rules gets me him like this, I know I’ll do it again in a heartbeat.
“I will tie you back up if you don’t follow my directives, Blue,” he murmured, kneeling down and reaching around me to untie my wrists. Leaning forward, I kissed Kane, keeping my hands behind my back despite feeling the tie hanging limply against my back. His fingers tangled in my hair once more, his kiss passionate and filled with fire before he pulled back.
“Can I now?”
I asked quickly, nibbling my lip.
“Yes,” he said, giving me a sexy grin before standing back up. Eagerly yanking his briefs and slacks down, I squeezed my thighs together as his hard cock sprung from behind the black fabric. I stroked his length, cupping his balls before making eye contact. His jaw tensed, but as soon as I circled my tongue over his head, lapping at the bead of pre-cum, he gave a shuddering moan. It only took a few bobs of my head, taking him deeper with each pass, for him to grip my hair in his hands, guiding me the way he wanted.
“Oh, shit,” he groaned, pulling me off his cock as he shivered. As soon as he had control, he bent down, lifting me off the worn carpet and setting me on the desk in one swift movement. “Lie back, Ev,” he murmured, his hand nudging against my chest lightly before taking the tie and bringing the excess fabric back forward.
I did as he asked, spreading my knees so he could nestle in between them. The head of his cock pressed into me, my body nearly shivering with anticipation, and when he pushed in, I arched off the top of the desk with a moan.
“Fuck, you’re so tight.”
My eyes rolled back as I was stretched to the brim, the feeling of him engulfing my senses until there was nothing but Kane thrusting in and out of me. The slow pace he had started with shifted faster, pistoning until I had to grip the edge of the desk above me to stay atop it. At some point during his ruthless pace, he had released the tension on the tie, moving his hands to my sides. My arcs flared brighter and higher the closer I got to release, the building tingles in my core growing with my powers.
Kane’s grip tightened on my hips as he pounded into me, stars flaring behind my lids as I fell into the release he had withheld. Clamping around him, I couldn’t hold back my screams or the spasms that wracked my body. Slowing, he rocked his hips until he was still, buried into my soaked pussy.
“Come here, Blue,” Kane murmured softly, tugging on the tie still collared around my neck. I struggled slightly to get to sitting, coming down from the high of my orgasm, but Kane was patient until I was upright. Without talking, he scooped me up and carried me to his office chair, all while staying bottomed out in my quivering pussy. He sat, holding me while he got situated, but when he was ready? He held the tie in a steadfast grip in one hand while the other started to maneuver my hips until I was riding him.