Velocity (A Dangerous Bad Boy Romance)

by Nikki Wild

  The image engraved itself into my memory. Me, trying to look professional with my tight pencil skirt hugging my hips. And Bear, to my right, towering over me, his expression relaxed and serious, his handsome face almost too much to bear. I wanted to turn to him, ask him a million questions, kiss him, touch him, beg him to slide his cock into me again.

  “You didn’t have to get me my own apartment,” I finally said, my voice finally calm and soft, a stark contrast to everything screaming inside of me.

  “Yes, I did,” he said, his voice just as calm and cool as mine. The elevator slowly came to a stop, the doors opening smoothly as he leaned his head down and brought his lips right next to my ear. He dropped his voice to a low, grumbling whisper. “We’re going to need our privacy.”

  My lips parted and a tiny sigh escaped my mouth as his hand pressed me forward out of the elevator, through the lobby and back into the waiting limo. This time, Bear sat next to me, his muscular thigh pressed against mine. He leaned forward, pressing a button that lowered the glass between us and the driver.

  “262 Central Park West,” Bear said. The driver nodded and the tinted glass rolled back up, leaving us alone.

  “I think you’ll enjoy living on the other side of the park, Chloe. Everything you’ll need is within walking distance.” His voice was low and velvety and I stared into his dark eyes.

  “What about you?” I asked.

  He raised an eyebrow and a slow smile spread across his face.

  “I live nearby, and my office is five blocks away. I’m keeping you close.”

  I nodded, trying to figure out how to form the questions wildly spinning in my head. He put a warm hand on my bare knee and a shiver of pleasure ran through me.

  “I trust you followed my instructions?” he asked.

  “Instructions?” I asked, bewildered.

  “Did you not receive my note on the plane?”

  My face flushed with embarrassment when I realized what he was talking about.

  “The note,” I nodded, doing my best to meet his piercing gaze. A flush of embarrassment blossomed on my cheeks. It took all my strength not to look away.

  “Yes, I did what you asked…”

  “Good girl,” he said, patting my knee, before sliding his hand further up my leg. My eyes widened in surprise. We were alone, but the driver was right there just a few feet away. Not to mention the millions of New Yorkers just outside the window. His hand was so warm and my legs were so cold and the sensation of his warmth sliding up my thigh was quite possibly the most delicious, welcome touch I’d ever received.

  Slowly, I spread my thighs further apart as his hand traveled closer and closer to my bare pussy. The entire time, he held my gaze, his eyes widening with surprise as I opened my thighs to him.

  Every fucking thing about this man was white-hot. The heat rolling off his body, his searing hands, his piercing gaze that locked me into it like he was putting me under a trance. My body flushed with heat as his fingertips grazed my lips lightly. He turned his hand, his palm pressing flush up against my quivering center.

  I gasped, my lips parting as he continued to hold my gaze. Slowly, he pressed his fingers forward, one of them sliding between my lips and discovering the slickness that had threatened to fall down my thighs from the moment I read his note earlier. Another eyebrow raised and a slow smile of approval and then in an instant, he slid inside of me, a low moan escaping from my mouth.

  “Is that for me?” he growled.

  Speechless, I nodded as he sunk his finger in deeper, pulling out slowly and then plunging two back in. And then, just like that, he pulled away. I suppressed a whimper of protest, biting my lip hard instead.

  “Good girl,” he smiled, bringing his fingers to his nose. He inhaled deeply as another hot flush washed over my face. I couldn’t believe this man. And just when I thought he couldn’t shock me anymore, he pushed his fingers forward, sliding them between my open lips and twirling them over my tongue. Just like he’d done in that room at Departure.

  “Mmmm,” he murmured, “see how delicious you are?”

  His fingers slid out of my mouth and I stared at him in awe. The balls on this guy, I thought. He was audacious and arrogant, daring and dangerous.

  I fucking loved it.

  He sat back in his seat as the car slowed to a stop in front of another apartment building, an older brick building not nearly as tall as the first one.

  “We’re here,” Bear said, smiling at me as if he hadn’t just had his fingers inside of me.

  “Wow, it’s awesome,” I said, trying desperately to compose myself. “I can’t wait to see inside.”

  “Let’s go in,” he said. “But Chloe?”

  “Yes?” I asked, turning back to him.

  “Pull your skirt down before you get out. You don’t want to show all of Park Avenue what we’ve been doing.”

  My eyes shot down to my lap and I quickly pulled my skirt down, hiding my exposed flesh. His laughter was low and deep and I flashed him a quick smile, even though I wanted to die from embarrassment.

  He leaned over and brushed a quick kiss on my cheek before the door opened and we stepped out.

  “Shall we?” he said, offering me his arm. I put my hand on his arm and let him led me inside, my face hot and flushed, my pussy quivering.

  Chapter 7

  “It’s so cozy,” I said, as we walked into my new apartment. First of all, I couldn’t believe how gorgeous and comfortable it looked, but secondly, I couldn’t believe I was going to be living here.

  “It’s smaller than Matilda’s, of course,” he said. “But I thought it suited you better.”

  “You guessed right,” I said and I couldn’t help but beam a huge smile at him. “I love it, Bear, thank you. You’re very generous.”

  “I’m happy to have you here, Chloe,” he said.

  I nodded, unsure what else to say as I walked around the apartment. It was older but it was stunningly beautiful. Intricate crown molding lined the ceilings, tall windows opened the room up to the city outside and the huge rooms were filled with informal furnishings—casual slip covered couches and dark red patterned fringed Persian rugs covered dark hardwood floors. The kitchen was entirely renovated, but even with the modern appliances and cabinets, it still had a rustic, cozy feeling to it.

  “I have a surprise for you,” he said, coming up behind me. “Actually, I have lots of surprises for you,” he added with a low laugh. “Come with me,” he grabbed my hand in his and led me down a long hallway.

  At the last door on the right, he reached out and opened it, flipping on the light switch as we walked in. I gasped in surprise.

  “Bear!” I exclaimed, throwing a hand over my mouth.

  “I’m sure you’ll need other things but I thought this would get you started,” he said.

  “It’s amazing,” I said, walking in. He’d turned the second bedroom into a sewing studio. There were dress forms lining the wall and a few long tables, a very high-end expensive sewing machine on another table in the corner and bolts of fabric lining the walls. “I can’t believe this!”

  “I want you to be happy, Chloe,” he said, smiling sweetly at me. “Your mother told me how much your fashion designs mean to you, and I want you to understand that coming here doesn’t mean giving up on your dreams and desires. New York is a pillar of fashion, and in time, I hope that you are able to make an impact of your own in this city. If anything is missing, please let me know and I’ll have it delivered right away.”

  “Bear, this…this is too much,” I said, shaking my head. I was starting to feel a little weird about everything. I barely knew him and he’d gone out of his way to make me so comfortable.

  “Nonsense,” he said, with a dismissive wave. “It was nothing.”

  “It’s not nothing,” I said. “It’s very thoughtful. This is incredible.”

  He smiled down at me, those eyes turning me to complete mush. What was happening to my life? It was like I’d been picked
up and plopped into someone else’s fairy tale.

  “Come on,” he said, grabbing my hand again and pulling me out of the studio. “I want to show you something else.”

  I let him lead me back down the hallway and watched as he opened another door.

  “Here’s your bedroom,” he said. “Of course, you can change anything you like.”

  It was like something out of a magazine. The four-poster bed looked so soft and plush that I wanted to jump right in it. It was covered in a jewel-colored patchwork quilt and flanked by a matching pair of shabby chic farmhouse style tables. Hanging over the bed was a lovely painting of the outline of a naked woman under a large oak tree.

  “I love it,” I said, twirling around.

  “Look at the terrace,” he said, opening a set of French doors. “The city is still loud up here, but it’s beautiful. You have a wonderful view of the park.”

  “Oh, my god!” I exclaimed, leaning over the stone wall and looking down. Central Park loomed below, a massive, sprawling, green oasis. “I can’t believe I get to live here!”

  I turned back to him and he was staring at me, his eyes sparkling with something I didn’t quite recognize. I grew quiet, licking my lips as I waited for him to speak or do something. I was at a total loss of how to handle a situation like this. Fuck, I didn’t even know what kind of situation this even was. I didn’t know what I was supposed to do, how I was supposed to act, what he expected of me.

  He reached out, gently pushing a strand of hair off my face as he stared at me silently. His eyes trailed down, raking over my breasts and back up again.

  “Chloe, we should talk,” he whispered. “Let’s go back in.”

  I nodded, following him. He sat on the bed…my bed…and I sat next to him, my hands in my lap as I looked over at him expectantly.

  “I’m sure you have questions. And most of your questions will be answered soon enough, don’t worry.”

  I nodded, listening intently.

  “First, you’re going to need a safe word.”

  “What?” I asked, my eyes widening.

  “Don’t be naive,” he said. “A safe word. You know what that is. I intend to push your limits, but I am not a monster. So, what will it be?”

  “I - I don’t know,” I muttered, bewildered. “I’ve never had one before.”

  “What’s your favorite kind of pie?”

  “What?” I asked, confusion filling my eyes.

  “Apple? Cherry? Chocolate? What is it?” he asked.

  “Peach,” I replied.

  “Okay, would you like to use Peaches as your safe word?”

  “I guess, I mean, sure, whatever, but Bear —,” I began.

  “—what?”

  “Why do I need a safe word?”

  “Darling Chloe,” he smiled, peering right through me. “Because I’m going to fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. In every position. In every one of these rooms. And the day after that, I’m going to do it again. We’ll get into more detail as we go along, but the last thing I ever want to do is hurt you. So don’t forget your word.”

  “O-okay,” I said, my voice cracking, my body tingling at his words.

  “And Chloe?” he said, reaching up behind my head and sinking his fingers into my hair, pulling softly.

  “Yes?” I asked, my eyes wide.

  “Test yourself. Push your boundaries. Don’t use that word unless you really mean it. As soon as you utter it, everything comes to a full stop. And nothing happens again until I say it does. Do you understand?”

  I nodded and he let go of my hair, sliding a finger down my chin. He leaned closer, his face inches from mine as he smiled.

  “Now, there’s one more thing,” he said.

  “Yes?” I asked.

  “It’s important that you do anything and everything I ask of you and that you follow instructions perfectly, no matter how strange it might seem to you. Do you understand?”

  “I think so,” I nodded.

  “Good girl,” he murmured, brushing a kiss across my lips. A bolt of electricity ripped through my body as he kissed me, but his lips were gone before I could kiss him back.

  “Any questions?” he asked.

  “Yes, a million,” I replied.

  “I don’t have time for a million questions. You can ask me one right now,” he winked, his handsome face wrinkling at the edges. I couldn’t believe the things he was saying, the things he was saying he was going to do to me. Fuck, I could barely breathe looking at him.

  “Is this my job?” I asked, finally.

  His laughter roared through the apartment and he shook his head.

  “Of course not. I’ll find you a real job. You can consider this a fringe benefit,” he said.

  I nodded, still completely confused. Did he expect me to be a sex slave and work for him at the same time? Was I seriously going to go through with this? To be honest, I would have done just about anything he asked of me, safe word or no safe word. In fact, I couldn’t imagine what we would ever need it for.

  It’s not like I was going to ask him to stop fucking me, for fuck’s sake.

  Such a request seemed like a joke right now. In fact, sitting on this bed with him, it was taking all my strength not to beg him to fuck me right this very second.

  Turns out, begging wasn’t required.

  “Now,” he said, standing up. I watched as he pulled himself up, standing in front of me and looking down.

  His eyes flashed, full of hunger and desire. “Stand up, Chloe.”

  I obeyed, silently standing in front of him.

  “Are you ready?” he asked, without waiting for an answer. “I like being in control. Until I say differently, it would be best if you do everything I say without hesitation.”

  That was my first clue that I might be in over my head. I could have strolled out of there and never gone back. It’s not like he was forcing me. It wasn’t even that he wasn’t giving me a choice. But what he wasn’t really giving me were explanations and that’s what I was desperately seeking.

  He’d told me answers would come later, and I could either trust that and trust him, or I could walk out. I glanced over at the door of the bedroom, the thought of fleeing flashing in my head.

  “I barely know you,” I muttered. “I’m so confused…” My eyes searched his for answers, but all I saw was darkness.

  Maybe it should have scared me. But it didn’t. It only increased the intrigue.

  His fingers snaked into my hair again, pulling my head back as I looked up at him.

  “And that’s what makes this so exciting, isn’t it? I’ve been dreaming about fucking you again for a week. You’re all I could think about, Chloe. And right now, I’m tired of talking. Do you understand? I’ll tell you everything you want to know. You have to trust me,” he said, pulling my head back farther, his eyes peering into mine. “Do you trust me?”

  “I - I think so,” I whispered, tears stinging my eyes.

  He smiled and nodded.

  “Good girl,” he whispered, letting go of my hair and putting both hands on my shoulders. “Now, turn around and let me see your ass.”

  “What!” I yelled, my eyes widening in shock.

  He smiled, his eyes lighting up with a mischievous glimmer and shook his head.

  “You heard me, Chloe,” he spun me around and gently pushed me forward, my hands landing on the patchwork quilt on the bed, my ass in the air towards him. His hands grabbed the edge of my skirt, lifting it up slowly over my hips, exposing my bare ass.

  “You did good getting rid of the panties. Don’t ever wear them in my presence again. Make sure you follow the rest of my instructions just as efficiently.” His hands ran over my ass cheeks hotly and I shivered at his touch. “Your ass is absolute perfection, do you know that, Chloe?”

  I blushed, my heart pounding so hard in my chest I could feel the blood pumping through my veins. His hands pulled my ass cheeks apart and I gasped.

  “Bear,” I said, shaking my he
ad.

  “Shhh, this is just the beginning, Chloe,” he said, his fingertip trailing around my entrance. “I intend to get intimately familiar with every single inch of you.”

  I whimpered as he pressed his fingertip forward, sliding into me.

  “Mmmm,” he murmured, pressing further and further into me until his entire finger was buried inside of me. “So tight, so hot,” he said. “You know, my cock is going to feel so amazing buried inside of your tight ass.”

  I whimpered again and he leaned down, whispering in my ear.

  “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Chloe?” he asked.

  I shook my head no and moaned as he pressed even farther inside of me.

  “Good girl,” he whispered. “I promise you’ll love it.”

  In an instant, his fingers were gone and I was left bent over the bed, my ass in the air, exposed, vulnerable and bashful as a skittish deer.

  When I heard the sound of his zipper, I bit my lip with worry. Was he going to fuck me now? His fingers had felt so amazing and now that he was gone, I felt nothing but empty and hungry and oh-so-fucking needy. Normally, I would have hated these feelings but now, with Bear, I was relishing in them.

  Slowly, I was losing myself in my desire for him.

  “Turn around,” he demanded. I did so, turning and sitting on the bed, and coming face to face with his perfect masterpiece of masculinity.

  His cock was stunning. Huge. Long. Hard. And pulsing with hunger.

  Hunger for me. Hunger for my body.

  My eyes shot up to meet his and I saw the hunger reflected there, too. My own hunger raged through me. I’d needed a man like him in my life for so long and I never really knew it.

  I wanted him to take charge.

  I wanted him to tell me what to do to please him, to please myself. I needed Bear Dalton and I needed all of him.

  And most of all, I needed every fucking inch of his exquisite cock.

  “On your knees, baby,” he said, his voice a low growl of desire, as his pants fell to the ground. He stepped out of them quickly, kicking off his shoes and ripping his shirt from his torso. I licked my lips as I drank in the sight of his sculpted muscles.