Black Diamond (Obsidian Book 2)

by Victoria Quinn

  I pulled my fingers out of her mouth then kissed her hard, my inner monster coming out to play. My hands returned to her voluptuous ass, and my fingers moved to her back entrance, wanting to steer her away from vanilla and to something much darker.

  She kissed me with the same passion but immediately tensed when she felt the pressure of my fingers. “What are you doing?” She spoke against my mouth, her lips moving with mine.

  I didn’t pull my fingers away. “Feeling you.”

  Her pussy was still wet and tight around my length, but she grabbed my arm like her strength could outweigh mine. “I’m not into that.”

  I wanted to take this further, to show her a world she would fall in love with. But her hesitance to this new experience concerned me. If she couldn’t do something so simple, she would never let me whip her. “Have you ever tried?”

  She slightly rocked her hips, still keeping me inside her. “No…”

  “Then how do you know you aren’t into it?” I slipped my finger inside her ass again, saliva lubricating my penetration.

  She scooted forward and away from my finger. “It’s an exit only.”

  I wrapped my arm tightly around her waist and hooked her close to my chest. After a gentle kiss on the mouth, I spoke. “Whatever reservations you have, forget about them. I’ve never done anything that didn’t make you feel good. Trust me to give you new experiences. Trust me to make you come for me.” I kissed the corner of her mouth and didn’t pull my fingers away, knowing she would allow me entry.

  She continued to take my hard dick slowly, her moisture pooling around the base of my cock and my balls.

  “Sweetheart.” Despite my frustration, I remained patient. If I couldn’t get her to do this, then there was no way I could convince her to be my sub. “I need you to trust me.”

  “I do trust you,” she blurted.

  “Then prove it.” I thrust into her from below, my cock sliding in and out of her tight slit. I locked my eyes on hers, silently commanding her to obey me.

  Something I said must have changed her mind because she finally agreed. “Okay.”

  The excitement in my chest didn’t come from getting what I wanted. It came from the sense of hope that hit me hard in the gut. My instinct about her was right. I could train her to be the perfect submissive—all in good time.

  I kissed her as I slid my forefinger through her opening, feeling her body reject me in the beginning. She was tense and nervous, her body unwilling to let me in even though she’d already verbally consented. I breathed into her mouth as I continued to work her ass. “Relax, sweetheart. You can always tell me to stop.”

  Gaining the control in the situation finally made her come back into the moment. Her fingertips dug into my shoulders as she kissed me again, allowing me to insert my finger deeper into her ass. Her channel was dangerously tight, much tighter than her pussy. When the time came for me to fuck her in the ass, we might have some problems.

  We moved together, my cock stretching her over and over. When she became accustomed to my finger in her ass, she finally became passionate again, kissing me harder and digging her nails into my skin. I moved another finger inside her, stretching her wider apart.

  She moaned into my mouth at the intrusion, struggling with the polar emotions. It was an unusual sensation, to be fingered in a place she had never touched, but at the same time, she clearly enjoyed it.

  And when she enjoyed it, I enjoyed it.

  “Sweetheart…” I wanted to come in her ass and her pussy at the same time. Unfortunately, that wasn’t possible. I’d have to settle for her pussy for now and then her ass later.

  “God…” Her lips pulled away from mine as she whimpered. “I’m gonna come.”

  I slid a third finger inside her, making it a tight fit. I forced her ass to stretch for my large fingers, pulsing inside her and feeling her tighten. “Come all over my dick, Vanilla.”

  She rolled her hips as she took my length several more times until her pussy clenched around me, squeezing me with a death grip. I fingered her harder as she came around me, her moisture pooling even more. “Calloway…”

  I stared at her fiery green eyes as I approached my climax, seeing the most beautiful woman in the world sitting on my lap. My fingers were in her ass, and my cock was impaled deep inside her. I had her wrapped around my finger—and she had me wrapped around hers.

  I came with a violent release, overwhelmed with satisfaction. Memories of the first time I met her came back to me, when she’d strutted into that bar and slapped me with as much force as she could muster. I remembered the first time I kissed her, right outside her apartment door after the gala. I remembered the first time I fucked her and the drops of blood I found on my sheets afterward. Now we were getting down and dirty, going down a path of pleasure and pain.

  I pressed my face into her neck as I finished, filling her pussy with every drop of seed I could produce. I wanted to make her feel full for the rest of the day, to feel a part of me inside her everywhere she went.

  I slid my fingers out of her and leaned back, the remaining sensations of pleasure drifting away. Like I was on a cloud, I felt an intense high that made me float in the air. When Rome did the things I liked, it was impossible for me to truly grasp it.

  Her hands slid to my chest, rubbing the sweat that had formed on the skin. She took time to catch her breath, her movements slow and even.

  “So?” I asked a question I already knew the answer to.

  Her lips remained tightly shut, her eyes telling me she had no intention of saying a word to me.

  “I told you you could trust me.” I’d done everything she’d asked of me up until that point, going on dates and bringing her flowers. I even let her sleep in my bed. Most surprisingly, I told her about my former demons when I’d never shared that information with anyone else. I bent over backward for this woman, and I’d earned her confidence.

  “I’m not sure if I liked it, or if I just liked how much you liked it.”

  “Both, I’m sure.” I pulled her next to my chest and gave her a soft kiss on the mouth. “I want to explore everything with you, Rome. I hope you let me.”

  She pressed her forehead to mine and looked down at my lips. Her nails dug silently into my chest, like she wanted more of me even though we were both satisfied. A strand of hair came loose from behind her ear and fell in front of her face. “I’m sure I will, Calloway.”

  Eventually, Rome and I would have the relationship I craved. Right now, I needed to continue earning her trust while exploring new realms of pleasure. One day, she would agree to be my sub, to trust me enough to start a new kind of relationship—one that was completely foreign to her.

  So I forced myself to be patient with her.

  And that kept my darkness at bay. I didn’t bring out the chains or the cable ties. I didn’t spank her hard when she was on her hands and knees. Slowly but surely, I would get us to the next level.

  After dinner, we went to bed. When she was next to me, I slept better than usual, so I preferred to have her around. I wore my boxers, and she wore one of my t-shirts before we got under the sheets. Her arms immediately hooked around me like I was a stuffed teddy bear. Her leg hooked over my waist, and she cuddled into my side, stealing all the warmth from my body.

  I loved it.

  With her skin so soft and her smell so fragrant, it was like having a rose petal beside me. Her legs, smooth and silky, brushed against mine as she got comfortable. Sometimes her hair would brush against my shoulder, so soft and delicate. I wanted to fist it all night long, but then neither one of us would get any sleep.

  I stared at her as she closed her eyes, looking like a queen. Her makeup was gone, and her natural features were on display for me. She had plump lips, the kind I loved to suck into my mouth. Her teeth were perfect and straight, sexy and adorable. As she started to drift away, I was even more awake. I would much rather watch her all night than get any sleep.

  She must have felt my sta
re because she opened her eyes. “Yes?” She ran her hand down my back, her nails lightly scratching me.

  I brushed my fingers along her cheek, expecting her not to be real because she was too perfect.

  She watched me with lidded eyes, sexier than any other woman I’d slept with.

  “You’re so beautiful, it hurts.” I stared at her lips, seeing my thumb rest on the corner of her mouth. “It hurts so much…” My chest ached as I examined her perfect features. She had a slender and elegant neck, reminding me of the grace of a queen. I’d sprinkled enough kisses in the hollow of her throat, but I never wanted to stop. Just when I thought I’d had enough of her, I wanted more.

  An unfamiliar look came into her eyes, a quiet expression. Her hand moved up my chest until she reached my cheek. Her fingers glided over the skin until her fingertips rested on my bottom lip. She felt the softness before I kissed her fingertips, loving the way she explored me. She didn’t say anything, but the look in her eyes showed more of her soul than she’d ever let me witness before. Wild and strong, she was a warrior underneath that petite frame. She’d suffered more than most, but she still considered herself to be lucky. She was remarkable, special. “When I’m not with you, everything hurts.” Her hand moved back to my chest where it rested over my heart.

  The nightmares were less frequent, but they still came every now and then. Rome was my dream catcher and chased them away with her natural light. But tonight, her presence wasn’t strong enough to defeat my demons.

  I dreamt of my father.

  And my mother.

  My father did a lot of terrible things in his life. Keeping women as submissives was one of the worst for a very big reason—because they were slaves. They couldn’t escape, not without retribution. My mother was heartbroken, her husband choosing to be serviced by whores rather than by the woman he once vowed to love monogamously forever. When she threatened to leave, he threatened to hurt her.

  He was a dictator, silencing everyone with terrifying punishments. If we ever spoke out against him, tried to help the women he kept captive, we would experience a beating with a steel pipe.

  In the middle of the night.

  I remembered the sound the metal made when it crashed against my skull. Like the sound of metal on metal, it reverberated in my memory. Twelve all over again, there was nowhere for me to run or hide.

  He chased me all through the house, taunting me for freeing one of his women.

  I knew what would happen when he caught me.

  I launched up in bed, the covers falling off of me as I gasped for breath. Drenched in sweat that traveled all the way down the back of my neck, I was scorched with heat. But once I was awake, the coldness got me. I felt sick, faint. I gripped the sheets to remind myself where I was—that my father was six feet under.

  “Calloway.” Rome pressed her chest to my back, her slender arms circling my waist. The smell of roses and fresh-cut grass washed over me, hinting of sunlight and doves. My breathing was still haywire, but her comfort made my heart rate drop by twenty beats. My hand gripped her wrist automatically, needing to know she was really there. “It was just a dream,” she whispered. “You’re here with me at 3:15 a.m. on Tuesday. You have work in just a few hours—so do I. You’re a powerful man, and no one can touch you.” She pressed a kiss to my back, right along my spine. Her lips were soft and loving, chasing away the remaining visions behind my eyes.

  I’d never been so grateful to have someone there.

  I’d never been so comforted.

  Normally, I would head into the kitchen and deplete my storage of whiskey and scotch. But that solution couldn’t compare to this one. My fingers remained wrapped around her tiny wrists, feeling her fluttering pulse. Curtains covered the windows, so it was dark in the bedroom. My eyes adjusted to the dimness, and I could see the faint light coming from the crack of the bathroom doorway. Rome’s dress and heels were on the floor at the foot of the bed.

  “I’m here.” She scooted closer to me and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. She used her tongue this time, wetting my warm skin.

  I closed my eyes at the touch, aroused and moved by the affection. I had spent nearly seven years sleeping alone, but she walked into my life and changed all of that. I was grateful she’d made me reconsider my ways. I wanted her more than I ever had, wanted to take her roughly against my mattress with her legs wrapped around my waist.

  And that’s what I did.

  I grabbed her and positioned her back on the bed. My boxers were kicked off, and her panties were ripped in half. I crawled on top of her and widened her legs, dominating her and taking what I wanted.

  Rome didn’t object, her arms hooking around my neck.

  I shoved myself inside her and rocked into her hard, thrusting and moaning. The cold sweat on my body was replaced with new drops from my exertion. I fucked the anger and pain out of my body, using Rome to forget about that nightmare.

  I replaced my sorrow and sadness with pleasure. I replaced my loneliness with affection. I used Rome to feel good, to feel alive rather than dead.

  Her green eyes were bright despite the darkness. When she gripped my forearms, she dug her nails into me. After a minute of screwing her, she was wet like usual, enjoying being roughly taken in the middle of the night. Maybe she was just doing it for me in the beginning, but now, she was doing it entirely for herself.

  7

  Rome

  Calloway never talked about the nightmare he had—and that was fine. His reaction was much better than the impulse he used to have, which was to get so wasted he passed out and forgot the nightmare altogether. He didn’t push me away or tell me to leave him alone. He let me wrap my arms around his body and hold him until the panic passed.

  He told me his father used to be a violent maniac with cruel approaches to punishment, but he never went into the details of his childhood. I suspected there were more problems than he let on if he was still having nightmares as a grown man.

  But I refused to ask because he would tell me when he was ready.

  The following morning, neither one of us said much to each other. Calloway was distant, but not cold, his mind somewhere else. He did his daily routine of showering, shaving, and then drinking a cup of coffee before he left for work.

  Since we worked at the same place now, I had to wait inside his house for a few minutes before I left, just in case anyone found it suspicious that we arrived together every single day.

  I didn’t care what anyone thought of me. I pursued what I believed in and left the haters behind. But this was an entirely different situation. If my teammates didn’t take me seriously, I wouldn’t be able to accomplish all my goals. It was important for me to earn their respect. The second they knew I was screwing the boss, all my integrity and credibility would go out the window. They would assume I only got the job because I got under him every night—and on top of him.

  We had a meeting that afternoon, working through lunch, and it was the first time I’d had to interact with Calloway in front of other people. I knew I could behave myself. I just hoped Calloway would do the same. He didn’t care what the office thought of his personal life—but he didn’t have anything to lose.

  I walked into the conference room and purposely didn’t look at Calloway. Lunch was set up in the back, an Italian meal with fettuccini and salad. I put a few scoops of everything onto my plate and grabbed a water before I sat down—far on the other side of the room.

  Even though fifteen feet were between us, I pressed my thighs tightly together and looked over my notes while taking a few bites of my lunch. Anytime we were in the same vicinity, I thought about him in inappropriate ways. Thankfully, my office was on the other side of the building and nowhere near his. I could actually think straight with the door closed.

  “Hey.” Dean took the seat beside me in a collared shirt and slacks. He was roughly the same age as I was. He left his job at another nonprofit in California before he moved to Manhattan. “I love lunch meetings becaus
e of the free food.”

  I chuckled. “Yeah, that makes two of us.” I gave him a smile so I wouldn’t appear to be rude then turned back to my lunch.

  “I’ve been meaning to ask you something.” He spread out his things on the table in preparation for the meeting.

  “Sure.” I assumed he needed help organizing a clothing drive for the schools in the inner cities of New York. That was his department, which focused on providing for school-age children that needed clothes, technology, and books.

  “Are you free tonight?” He looked at me expectantly, his handsome face full of confidence. He was a good-looking guy with a heart of gold, but I’d never paid much attention to him.

  I could feel Calloway’s gaze snap in my direction, the heat from his look searing right through my skin. Without seeing his face, I knew his expression was dark and absolutely terrifying. Jealousy was a subject we hadn’t encountered just yet, but it was obvious he was incredibly possessive of me.

  “To work on a budget plan?” I asked, hopeful I was jumping to the wrong conclusion.

  “Actually, I’ve kind of had a crush on you since you started here last week. I was hoping you’d like to go on a date with me.”

  Dean was nice, respectful, and friendly. If I’d never met Calloway, I probably would have said yes. But now that Calloway was the man who shared my bed every night, it was hard for me to picture myself with any other man.

  I spotted Calloway in the corner of my eye, his shoulders positioned toward the two of us. His fingers rested against his mouth, blocking the crushing way he clenched his jaw. His eyes were trained right on Dean, prepared to rip his head off.

  I pushed through the conversation so Calloway wouldn’t stab Dean through the eye with a pen. “You’re so sweet, Dean. But I’m seeing someone.”

  “Oh…” He hid his disappointment with a curt nod. “I guess I should have known. You’re such a beautiful—”