by Sophia Gray
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I stood in The Cut, even though it was closed. The lights were low and it was clearly dark outside, but for some reason I was there. Waiting, maybe? I had a late night appointment that I couldn’t miss. I ran my hand along the top of one of the nicer chairs I’d invested in. It had killed me to spend that kind of money on them, even when I knew I could use them as a tax write off.
The leather was supple beneath my delicate fingers, cool and sleek. I spun the chair around, letting my hands go over the armrest. It wasn’t until I heard a deep, silky voice that I paused my caress of the chair.
“Diana, didn’t I tell you this wasn’t over?”
I swallowed thickly, but I wasn’t scared or worried to hear Ethan’s baritone. He was who I was waiting for. My appointment. “Are you going to let me cut your hair?” I asked, my voice coming out slowly, as though trying to move through layers of heavy cotton. My fingers itched to run through his dark locks, but I forced them to remain still.
He laughed, thick and deep. Suddenly he was standing behind me, so close that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. But he didn’t touch me, not yet. I felt the air shift around us as he leaned forward slightly, his head angling so that his mouth was beside my ear. His breath shifted my blonde hair as he whispered, “No. I’m not going to let you do anything, Diana. Tonight, you’re mine.”
I should have felt something like fear, but instead all I could do was tremble as my body tingled with the promise of what he might do.
For an agonizingly long second, nothing happened. He stood near, but didn’t touch. His breath skated across my skin, but only teased. My eyes couldn’t help but lift towards the mirror across from us and there I saw him. Dark hair, shiny and deliberately disheveled. Eyes burning with passion and dark promises. Mouth curved wickedly.
And finally, he touched me.
His large hands gripped my upper arms and spun me around forcibly. My body reacted by arching towards him, but I wouldn’t get a kiss. Not yet. Instead, he shoved me back, causing me to lose my balance and fall back into the leather chair behind me. I fell into it haphazardly, one leg ending up bent at the knee, pushing up the dress I only wore when I was meeting with one of Cody’s teachers.
“Ethan—” I whispered.
His left hand pressed over my mouth tightly as he leaned forward. “Shut up. I don’t want to hear a word. You don’t say anything unless I tell you to.”
I swallowed as a shiver of desire ran down my spine and to my core. His hand was hot against my mouth, the touch making me tingle in anticipation of what might come. He released my mouth, letting his hand trail down my neck instead.
I found myself arching back, allowing him better access to the column of my throat. His hand lingered there and, for a moment, I thought he might strangle me, but he didn’t. Instead, he continued lower, tracing along my collarbones, pushing back the collar of my dress for better access.
“The dress is nice,” he muttered, though I could hear the mocking in his tone. “Very appropriate. Something a mother would wear.”
It was appropriate. Off white with pale blue flowers, buttons going from the neckline all the way down the middle. The sleeves stopped before my biceps and the length actually went past my knees by several inches.
“I am a mother,” I answered before I remembered he’d told me not to talk.
His hands moved so fast I didn’t even see them. But I felt them. They gripped either side of my dress and pulled. There was tearing and several buttons popped open, allowing cool air to caress my now exposed stomach and the tops of my breasts. I was wearing a white lacy bra with matching panties, the top of which was just barely exposed.
“I told you not to speak,” he rasped thickly. “Now I’m going to have to punish you for that.”
I let out a shuddering breath, turned on instead of terrified like I should have been.
“But first, I’m going to put something in that big mouth of yours.” He grinned at me wickedly. “Don’t worry, Diana, baby. You’re gonna like it.”
Reaching into my mostly opened dress, his hand slipped down my stomach to the top of my lacy panties. My body burned where his fingers caressed exposed skin and when I felt his fingers slip beneath the lace, I gasped, wetness collecting at my core.
He grasped the fabric and jerked it hard and fast. I heard ripping once again and felt the lace pull away from my body. My vision was hazy with lust, but I focused my gaze on his hand, fisted in my panties. My eyes went wide.
Grinning at me, he said, “I told you I’m going to put something in that mouth. Now open up.”
Without even hesitating, I parted my lips, turned on by his aggressiveness, by the way he just took what he wanted. No questions asked. He shoved the torn fabric into my mouth, then leaned closer to me. “If you’re a good girl, maybe I’ll give you something else to fill that hole.”
I whimpered and he grinned.
Pulling back from me, his large hands went to his belt. My eyes followed the movement, hooked on the deft way he undid the buckle. I watched as he pulled the leather free, then held it taut between his hands. My eyes jerked up to his face, which was focused on me.
“I think I’m going to have to restrain you, baby,” he told me in that low, sultry tone. “You seem to have trouble obeying, and I’ve got so little patience for that.”
He leaned over me and tugged my arms back so that they were behind me. It was awkward and I felt like it pushed my chest out farther than it already was, but it didn’t bother me. None of this did, though I felt like it should have.
Shoving one knee between my legs, forcing them open wider, he leaned forward and used the belt to tie my hands together behind my back. He tugged on it, then used what was left of the length to attach to the arm of the chair. It pulled me more to the left, but ensured I couldn’t escape if I wanted to.
Not that I wanted to.
“Next time I’ll bring cuffs or maybe some rope, but, for now, this’ll do.”
Satisfied, he moved back, leaving my legs spread and my dress hanging open. I had to look a complete mess, panties stuffed in my mouth and my arms restrained behind my back, but the whole image was strangely erotic to me.
When was the last time I had this?
My gaze focused on him, watched as he grabbed the hem of his shirt and jerked it over his head, revealing a hard body. His muscles were cut like stone across his shoulders and abdomen, a trail of dark hair moving down his navel and into the tops of his slacks.
Slacks that were tight across his crotch.
Grinning at me, his hands went to the button of those slacks next. He popped it, then jerked the zipper down. He was bare beneath the black fabric. Pulling out his massive erection, he stroked himself once. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he told me.
Leaving his cock for now, his hands went to my body. He pulled my dress open a little wider, then let his hands cup my breasts. He squeezed them roughly, then weighed them in his palms. “Heavy. You’re definitely a mom I’d like to fuck.” He let out a low laugh, then found the edges of the cups and slipped his hands beneath them.
I moaned, a muffled sound thanks to the panties in my mouth.
“You like that?” he said, more accusation than question. “You’re a dirty mom, aren’t you?”
His fingers were hot against my skin as he moved the fabric of my bra aside. He cradled my breasts, letting cool air hit my nipples, hardening them. Then he ran his thumbs over the pebbled tips. Heat shot through my body, tingles running over my skin until I felt like I was on fire.
He leaned forward, popping a nipple into his mouth. I let out another muffled moan as his tongue licked at it. Then I felt his teeth graze over the point, worrying at it just to the point of pain. Then he pulled back.
His dark eyes met mine, lust making them like black pits. His right hand left my breast, trailing over my exposed stomach. My poor, destroyed dress had only a few buttons left and they were covering my bare crotch. His hand moved there
, over the top of the material, pressing it against my mound.
I murmured his name, but it came out as a muffled whimper.
“You’re responsive. A little desperate?” he teased, his hand moving to my thighs, massaging me over the fabric. “Nothing but a vibrator at home to take care of you? Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of you. But I’m going to get mine, too. You’re going to give me everything, Diana, and you’re going to love it.”
His hand finally found bare skin again at my knee. Slipping beneath the fabric, he trailed up along the inside of my thigh, dragging the fabric with his hand. I felt the hotness of his touch collide with the coolness of the air in The Cut. The dichotomy had me shivering with desire, my muscles twitching with need.
It felt like it was taking him ages, but he finally found my pussy. He barked out a quick laugh. “Oh, you are wet. Filthy little thing, aren’t you?” His thumb stroked over my already wet and swollen outer lips, so close to where I needed him, but so far. I tried to move, attempting to get closer to him, but he just laughed again.
His left hand was still playing with my exposed breast, twisting and tugging at my nipple, then squeezing my flesh again. But that right hand…oh, it was like fire, burning a trail slowly closer to my core, lingering along the edges of my womanly heat.
I wanted to beg him to just touch me, but found only muffled whimpering escape me.
After what could have been an eternity, his thumb slipped between my folds to find my aching opening. He plunged inside and I let out a relieved, stifled scream. “Tight,” he grunted. “Been a while?”
Not that he cared. After finding my opening, he pulled his thumb out only to replace it with three fingers instantly. I felt stretched; it had been a while. He pumped them in and out of me, curling them now and again to massage my inner walls. My hips moved against him, my body trying to get even closer as it finally got what it needed.
As his fingers probed my core, his thumb slipped up higher until he found my clit. He flicked at it and my whole body jerked as I moaned. “Mmm, needy, aren’t you? I know you at least touch yourself here after the lights are turned out. While you’re huddled under your covers. Sliding your hands into your panties…or maybe you just sleep without them. You seem like the type. Just in case someone like me sneaks into your room at night to fuck you. You know that’s what I’m going to do, right? Fuck you.”
I nodded, desperate for him to make good on his words.
He continued to finger me, three inside my core and his thumb torturing my clit. It was driving me crazy and his words only egged me on, made me hotter and wetter.
I was trembling as he touched me, his thumb moving faster and faster until I felt the pressure build. My body screamed, on the verge of release when—
He stopped.
That bastard stopped. My eyes, which had fallen closed in my ecstasy, snapped open and fixed on him. I’d have yelled at him if I hadn’t been gagged, and maybe I would have spit out my panties, if I didn’t see where his hand had moved to. He was now gripping his hardness, stroking his length.
He moved to stand between my legs, shoving them open farther. I felt when he positioned his head at my entrance. Heat flooded me, my body tight with anticipation, and when he finally forced himself into my wet pussy, I was overcome with pleasure.
He wasn’t gentle. Instead, he took what he wanted from me, forcing his length inside of me all at once. I felt full of him, his bulbous head hitting the very back of me, filling up every inch of me.
“Fuck!” he growled, then he began to move.
His left hand moved away from my breast to settle on one hip while his right gripped my other hip tightly. He used them like handles so he could thrust into me hard and fast. He shoved himself inside of me over and over again, causing my body to shake and pulse with the force of his thrusts. My hips tried to move, to meet him, but he wasn’t having it. His large hands kept me firmly in place as he had his way with me.
“You’re mine now,” he told me in a low, strained voice. He moved his hard length within me, sliding in and out as fast as he could. “Every fucking inch of you.”
I didn’t protest. I wouldn’t have even if my mouth had been clear. I wanted this so badly that I’d have done anything at this point. Whatever he asked of me, I’d have given him willingly.
He thrust into me over and over again. I watched as his muscles strained, his jaw clenched tightly as he approached his own orgasm. He reached up to my mouth and jerked my panties free, telling me, “You’re going to scream my name.”
Then his hand moved down my body again, but instead of returning to my hips, he found my clit again. He began rubbing his thumb over it once more and I let out a loud groan of pleasure.
“Fuck,” he said again, his thrusts becoming more erratic. But his thumb kept up its movements. He fondled and fucked me until I thought I was going to explode from the intensity of it.
Finally, he lost himself. He pushed inside of me as far as he could go, then he trembled. And with a final flick of his thumb, I tipped over into my own orgasm, clenching tightly around his spasming length.
And, just as he’d said, I screamed his name.
“ETHAN!”
My eyes snapped open and I was staring at the ceiling again. My own hand was shoved into my panties, wetness coating my fingers. It took a long moment before I came down from my high and realized just what I’d been doing.
I’d been dreaming of Ethan Chambers. Of him dominating me. And my own hand had been touching my clit as I did so until I found the kind of intense release that I hadn’t had in years.
“Jesus,” I muttered. And then I realized I had screamed Ethan’s name. Probably aloud, instead of just in the dream. “Shit.” I really hoped Cody didn’t hear.
I debated getting out of bed to go and check on him, but I was so exhausted. All I wanted to do was roll over and go back to bed. Glancing at the clock on my bedside table, I confirmed it was only three in the morning.
I groaned. I’d have to be up in only a couple of hours to get Cody ready for school. Which pretty much settled my little debate. I’d go back to bed, get a couple more hours of sleep, then act like nothing happened the next day. If Cody had heard me, he’d be standing in my doorway right now, asking what had happened.
Glancing to make sure he wasn’t—he wasn’t—I was about to pull the covers up and roll over when the phone rang.
“Crap,” I muttered, then I sighed. So much for going back to sleep.
Kicking off what was left of the blanket covering my feet, I swung my legs over. The floor was freezing beneath my bare feet. “Damnit.” I hurried out of my room and into the hall where the phone was. I saw a bleary, sleepy eyed Cody standing in his doorway. It looked like I hadn’t woken him at least.
“Go back to bed, baby,” I told him. “It’s just the phone.”
He nodded once, then turned around to head back into his room just as I reached the phone and caught it on the fourth ring.
“Hello?”
“Hello, Mrs. Leone?” asked an official sounding man.
“It’s Ms. Leone,” I corrected automatically. I’d never been married, which was a blessing in disguise given what a piece of shit Cody’s father was.
“This is the police. My apologies for calling at this hour, Ms. Leone,” said the officer politely. “But there’s been an incident.”
My stomach twisted into cold knots. Incident? That couldn’t be good. “What’s happened?” My mind automatically ran through every horrible scenario it could. Who was the most important to me? Cody, of course, but I was suddenly relieved that he’d woken up and popped his head out of his room. At least I knew he was safe. But what about Jessie?
Oh, god, is she hurt?
“Yes, ma’am. Are you the owner of The Cut and convenience store?”
My eyes shut themselves tightly. “Yes, I am. What happened?” My voice was firm and steady despite the panic that was slowly building inside my chest. This wasn’t good.
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“Well, I’m sorry to tell you this, ma’am, but it’s burning.”
My eyes opened and, for a long moment, all they did was stare at the wall. What? Burning? My mind tried to connect the dots, but it was like I was missing some of them. The picture wasn’t coming out the way it was supposed to. I couldn’t have heard him right.
“W-who is this?” I found myself stuttering, trying to convince myself that this wasn’t really the police. It couldn’t be. “This isn’t funny. That’s my livelihood!”
The man’s tone turned sympathetic. “Yes, I understand that, ma’am. I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but—”
“Who is this?” I demanded again, this time my voice rising to a near scream. Cody heard me and was up again, lingering at his doorway as he watched me. It was his presence that made me get a handle on this. My voice was still shaky, but I kept the volume a little more reasonable. “There has to be some sort of mistake.”