She sat heavily on the couch and wrapped her arms around herself. “Just moments before you got here. He came out of nowhere when I got out of the car. I never saw him coming. He grabbed me from behind.”
Lisa filled a glass with some water. “Dressed like the Unibomber with a hoodie covering his face.”
Tori reached for the glass, but her hand shook so badly she couldn’t hold the glass. Lisa had to wrap her hand around Tori’s and help her. Brianne joined them.
“Okay, the cops are on their way and so is Ian.”
Tori shook her head. “No, no. I don’t want Ian here. He’s working an important case. I’m fine. How did you even get his number anyway?”
Brianne held up Tori’s phone. “This was on the garage floor. Easy-peasy to find him. Of course he needs to be here, Tori. He’s your boyfriend. He wants to be here. He’s a cop, after all.”
Lisa helped her take another sip of water. “And he’s your Dom. Dom’s are over-the-top protective. If we didn’t call him, I’d be in trouble with my Dom. So get over it. He’s on his way.”
Tori tried to stand on shaky legs. “I want to change. I need to take a shower.”
She wanted the feel of his hands off of her.
Lisa pressed her back on the couch, shaking her head. “I think you should wait for the police in case they want any evidence from your clothes.”
Tori shuddered. “They can have these clothes. I’ll never wear them again.” She took a deep breath. “He was trying to tear my blouse off.”
Brianne’s eyes were bright with unshed tears. “You’re going to be okay. The cops will catch this guy.”
“Ian’s got his hands full trying to catch the serial rapist. He’s trying to clear away work so we can go to The Estate tomorrow night. Oh, shit!”
Lisa reached for the water glass again. “What? Do you need something else to drink? I can pour you a shot of tequila.”
She shook her head. “No, can one of you go out and grab my shopping bag out of the garage? I was at the fetish-wear store today buying something to wear to the play party. I don’t need Hillsborough County’s finest finding my purchases and taking them into evidence.”
Brianne nodded. “I’m on it.”
Lisa patted her hand. “Just relax. The cavalry will be here soon.”
Tori put her head in her hands and closed her eyes, trying to block out the memories of those few frightening moments. She needed to fucking get ahold of herself before Ian showed up. She didn’t want him upset by all this. She needed to show him she was strong and capable of handling things.
The house seemed to fill with people all at once. Several police officers were there and they were asking her questions, which she was trying to answer, but her brain didn’t want to think about the details. It was only a few minutes later when Conor and Nate walked in the front door.
Brianne looked shocked. “Who’s watching the kids?”
Nate put his arm around her. “Our mother. The kids are fine. We left them watching the Lion King.”
Lisa was hugging Conor. “I’m glad you’re here. They’re asking Tori questions.”
Conor sat down next to her and held her hand, but he addressed the officers. “Ms. Cordell is my client. Has she been offered medical care?”
“I’m fine, Conor. More shaken up than anything. Lisa and Brianne scared him away.”
He patted her hand. “My wife can be intimidating.”
He was trying to get her to smile, and she tried. “She sure can.”
There was a commotion at the door and then Ian was there, kneeling on the floor and holding her hands. He looked shattered.
“Sweetheart, are you okay? Fuck, I was in South Tampa when Brianne called me. It took forever to get here.”
Considering he’d made the drive all the way to Westchase in less than thirty minutes, he must have broken a few traffic laws. His voice was urgent, and she could hear the worry and concern. She gave him her best “everything is okay” smile. “You got here pretty fast if you were in South Tampa. I’m fine, Ian. Brianne and Lisa scared the guy away. Is anyone looking for him? He ran down the street and disappeared between the houses.”
Ian nodded grimly. “I’ve got a couple of guys canvassing the neighborhood in case he hung around. He’s probably ten miles from here by now. I’d guess he’d have a car parked somewhere down the block.”
She took a shaky breath. “You didn’t have to come here. I know you have to work.”
An expression of anger crossed his face, but he hid it quickly. “You are more important than anything. And this is work. Can you answer our questions? Do you want something to drink or eat?”
Lisa headed for the kitchen. “I’m going to make some coffee. I think we could all use some.”
They all drank the coffee and Tori answered their questions, sometimes more than once if she needed to clarify something. Brianne and Lisa also made statements as to what they witnessed. It was exhausting, and Tori knew it wouldn’t make a fucking bit of difference. The guy was gone and he would probably never be found. All of this effort by the police was a complete waste of time.
The entire time Ian sat next to her and held her hand. She wasn’t ashamed she’d leaned on him during all the questions. He’d been a rock to cling to. When it was all over, he gently asked her to take off her shirt and pants so they could be put in evidence. She was happy to shed them and hopefully never see them again. She stood up to head into the bedroom and Ian followed, pulling on rubber gloves and holding a paper bag.
“Stay still and I’ll pull these clothes off of you.” He quickly and efficiently stripped her and bagged the clothes, then bagged the gloves. “I’ll give these to the officers. Lisa said you wanted a shower. Why don’t you go ahead while I get rid of everyone. I think you need some peace and quiet now.”
She did need some time to herself. Thanks to Ian, she was much calmer. She was also exhausted. The adrenaline from earlier had drained away, and she was sagging against the doorway of the bathroom. A shower seemed like too much effort. She turned on the faucets and poured some bath salts into the tub. She would take a bath and soak her sore muscles, and if she was lucky, she’d soon be asleep and this terrible day would be over.
Chapter Five
Ian gripped the edge of the dresser, his knuckles turning white. He needed to get control of emotions. His woman needed him to be strong. It was ironic. He saw all sorts of violence and suffering in his job, but when he’d received Brianne’s call about Tori…
He’d turned on his flashing lights, run every light, and broken every fucking speed law there was. Every protective instinct in him had welled up, and he’d needed to be there to protect her. His independent little sub was going to fight him and tell him she was fine, but he wouldn’t back down. She needed to understand she belonged to him now. He cared for and protected what was his.
He hadn’t done a very good job so far. She was in the bathroom, bruised and shaken. He pushed open the door and found her soaking in the bathtub. He knelt next to the bathtub and lifted her hand, twining his fingers with hers. She smiled but didn’t open her eyes. He kissed her knuckles, nibbling on her pinky. Finally, she lifted her lids and sighed.
“This night sucked. I was supposed to have fun with the girls. My luck is usually better than this.”
His jaw tightened. “I should have been with you instead of working.”
She shook her head. “No, you were doing what you needed to do. The people are depending on you to find the rapist.”
“My most important job is to protect and care for you, Tori. You come first.”
She nodded and sat up, for once uncaring she was nude. “I did come first tonight. You dropped everything and came for me. I’m guessing you drove like a bat out of hell. You can’t be with me every minute, and I can’t be with you every minute. Don’t you think I worry about you? You’re a cop.”
Ian snorted. “I’m a detective, not a street cop. I’m not in shootouts every day. My job i
s actually fairly routine. Some might even call it boring. It’s not very dangerous.”
She rested her chin on their entwined hands. “Do you think he was waiting for me? Do you think he’s been watching me?”
That’s exactly what he thought, but he wasn’t sure Tori was ready to hear it. Still, he’d kept the truth from Tori once. He wasn’t going to risk it again. A Dominant doesn’t lie to his submissive. Truth was everything.
“Yes, I do think he was waiting for you. He was probably waiting until dark, for an opportunity. It was bad luck that tonight you gave him the opportunity. I wish I had been with you. Where were you coming home from anyway, this late?”
Her cheeks turned a becoming shade of pink, the first sign of color in her face since he’d entered her house tonight. “I was at the fetish-wear store to buy something for the play party tomorrow night. I lost track of time and was running late. I wasn’t paying any attention when I got out of the car and was staring at my phone when he came up behind me. I know that’s a cardinal sin in self-defense.”
“It is. Attackers are waiting for distracted women, looking down at their phones or fumbling with their keys. Always look up, look around, and have a confident air about you. Although, in this case, I’m not sure it would have made any difference.”
“He came out of nowhere.” Her voice quivered and his heart twisted in his chest. Uncaring of his shirt sleeves, he pulled her into his arms, running a soothing hand up and down her back. She let him comfort her for a long time, drawing strength from him. Eventually, her hands wandered up his chest and she pulled his head down for a kiss. He tried to keep it light and sweet, but her tongue pressed against his lips for entrance. He pulled back with a grimace.
“Tori, honey, the last thing you need is that.”
She grabbed at his shirt. “I do need this. I need to feel your hands on me. I need you to take away the memory of his hands. Please, Master.”
Her voice was desperate and he couldn’t refuse. He understood what she needed now. He would always give her whatever she needed. He lifted her from the tub, her nipples rubbing against his chest, and gently set her feet on the floor. He grabbed a towel to dry her off, his stomach roiling when he saw the bruises on her hips and arms. He wanted to find this guy and slowly tear each of his limbs off of him, then beat him over the head with his own legs. Instead, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the bed.
“No Master and slave tonight. It’s the last thing you need. Just me and you making love, Tori.”
He was going to show her how gentle and tender he could be. He was going to chase the bad memories away for this amazing woman.
* * * *
“I need you, Ian.”
She held out her arms to him. She needed his warm, rough hands on her body to wipe out the memory of the other set of hands. The hands that had only wanted to hurt her. She wanted the blissful oblivion making love to Ian would provide.
He plucked at the buttons on his shirt and pushed it off his arms, revealing his tan, muscular chest with just a sprinkling of dark blond hair. Her fingers itched to run through it, testing its silky softness. If he were on top, it would tease her nipples, sending shivers of pleasure to her toes.
He popped the button on his trousers and lowered the zipper. It sounded loud in the quiet room, and her nipples and pussy reacted to the blatant sexuality. Her cunt clenched as he pushed his pants and boxers down his legs, revealing every mouthwatering inch he was going to gift her with. She sat up on the bed and reached for his impressive length, running her hands over the velvety flesh. The skin was so soft, but underneath was like steel. He groaned as her fingers traced the veins under the skin.
“God, Tori, it feels so good.”
She was fascinated by his cock, a pearly drop of pre-cum leaking from the purple-red mushroom head.
“You’re so beautiful. Your body, your cock. I’ve never thought a cock was beautiful before, but yours is.”
She leaned forward and licked at the head, the salty taste of him exploding on her tongue.
“Fuck, fuck. That’s your Master’s cock, naughty girl. If you make me come, we’ll have to wait awhile before we can make love tonight.”
She gave him a teasing smile. “So much for no Master and slave tonight.”
His features tightened. “Shit. Force of habit. I meant it about it just being us tonight. Forget what I said.”
She let her fingers slip down and caress his balls while she swiped at his cock with her tongue. He moaned in response, making her feel desired and powerful. Although she was servicing him, it was clear she was the one in control. Submission didn’t seem so scary all of the sudden. It seemed empowering.
“I know I belong to you, Ian. It doesn’t bother me or make me scared. I like it. I want it that way.”
She did. Ian treasured his possessions, and none more so than her. He would always see to her pleasure and safety. She knew it deep down inside, no doubts.
She sucked him into her mouth until he bumped the back of her throat. She moved her head up and down, flitting her tongue on the sensitive underside. His fingers tightened in her hair and his breathing became labored. She rolled his balls in her fingers and he bit off a filthy word. She almost smiled, but with his cock stretching her jaws wide she instead sucked at the head, running her tongue in the slit. He pulled back, lifting her chin with his finger.
“I’m going to come in your pussy tonight. Lie back and spread your legs. I want a taste first.”
His wide shoulders pushed her thighs apart, and she wriggled as his hot breath made contact with her creaming cunt. He ran his hands up her legs, and goose bumps broke out on her skin. Every touch of his hands sent fire licking along her veins, and honey dripping from her pussy. His first touch took her breath away.
She gulped air, and the room seemed fuzzy as his tongue traced her folds before tongue fucking her. She rained cream in his mouth and he licked up every drop and then made more. He scraped his teeth lightly on the sides of her clit, drawing a half scream and half moan from her.
“Please, please make me come.”
He didn’t make her wait. His mouth closed over her swollen nub and sucked, sending her straight into orbit, her body bowing as waves of pleasure made the room spin and her body shake. She came down to orbit as he rolled on a condom. She beckoned to him.
“Come fuck me, Ian.”
* * * *
Her voice was husky and filled with passion. He loved watching her come apart as she climaxed. Her eyes would darken and then close tightly, her lips parted and panting. Her skin flushed a rosy color, and her body would tighten and then tremble, her toes curling. It was a beautiful and humbling sight. Tori trusted him enough to let herself go, even after her attack. He would never betray that trust. It was sacred to him.
He moved on top of her, her nipples teasing his chest, her warm, wet pussy pressed against his belly, and captured her lips with his. Their tongues rubbed and tangled, her taste exquisite and arousing. He kissed a trail down the soft, fragrant skin of her neck to her full, round breasts. He would love to restrain her seeking hands and clamp her rosy nipples, but tonight wasn’t the night. There would be time enough for that another evening. Many other evenings. Tonight was about treating Tori like a goddess.
He ran his tongue around her nipples, and her back arched and her fingernails dug into his biceps. He blew on the wet peaks and watched them tighten further. Her eyes were closed, her teeth sunk into her bottom lip. He pulled a taut bud into his mouth and sucked, scraping his teeth gently. She reacted by grabbing his head and pulling him closer. He obliged and sucked at her nipple until she was twisting and moaning underneath him. He moved to the other nipple to make sure it received equal treatment. She was begging for his cock before he was done.
“Fuck me, Ian. Fuck me hard.”
He moved up her body and shook his head. “I’ll fuck you, sweetheart, but not hard. I’m going to fuck you slow and sweet tonight. We’re going to meld together
as if we’re one person.”
He lined up his cock and pressed forward slowly, her muscles giving way with her gasp of pleasure. Her pussy hugged him tightly, so hot and wet. It was heaven. Pure fucking nirvana. He wanted to be deep inside her as far as he possibly could, inside her skin. He groaned when he was in to the hilt, his cock bumping her cervix. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands clenching his shoulders.
He stayed there and looked deep into her green eyes. He wanted to see into her soul, and he wanted to bare his own. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d made himself this vulnerable to a woman, but tonight it seemed very right. He pulled out almost all the way and then slowly pushed back in, sparks of pleasure running from his cock straight to his balls and lower back. With each stroke, he could feel the pressure building in his lower body.
Tori’s nail raked his back and he gritted his teeth, trying to hold back. He could feel the ripples in her cunt. She was close. He reached down between them and rubbed circles around her swollen clit. She screamed his name, her pussy gripping his cock like a vise. Ecstasy ran through his veins like water, and he gave in, muttering an oath under his breath. The pleasure burst from him and seemed to shake his very core. He shot his seed into the condom, his cock jerking, his face buried in her neck. Both their bodies were covered with a sheen of sweat, and he bit into the flesh where her neck met her shoulder, marking her as his woman.
He lay on top of her, catching his breath and feeling the waves of aftershock from her cunt. He pushed her tangled hair back from her face and caught her lower lip with his mouth, nibbling and licking.
“You’re insatiable.” Her voice was soft and hushed in the afterglow.
“For you? Yes. But I think I need to take care of this condom before we even contemplate continuing this.” He pulled regretfully from her body and headed into the en suite bathroom. He paused to look into the mirror, expecting to somehow look different. He looked the same, but he didn’t feel the same. Tori had taken residence in his heart. When he’d received Brianne’s call tonight his world had tilted on its axis. Only seeing Tori, holding her in his arms, made it right.
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