The Bellator Saga: The First Trilogy (Dissident, Conscience, and Sojourn)

by Cecilia London

  If my words rattled her, she hid it well. “I expect you to, sir.”

  “I require complete obedience.”

  Ah, that got her cheeks to flush again. “I understand, sir.”

  “I like the ‘sirs,’” I said. “That is a very, very nice touch.”

  “I was told you expected proper behavior.”

  “I do.” I pressed a finger to her lips. “I’m also not paying you to talk.”

  She spoke only when I removed the digit and started stroking her chin. “I can stop,” she said softly. “Is there something else you’d rather I be doing?”

  I dipped my finger in the scotch and brought it to her lips. She sucked it into her mouth, slowly at first, then with a pressure that almost made me moan. She bit down on the pad of my finger, keeping her eyes locked on mine. Submission with a hint of defiance. I liked that.

  She smiled at my expression. “Would you like my lips to be somewhere else?”

  “There are many, many places I want your lips to be. But we have all night.”

  “We do,” she said, then lowered her head. “I’m sorry, you wanted me to stop talking.”

  She’d been paying attention. Good for her. I nipped at her throat. “I want to make you scream.”

  She shuddered. “What about your staff?”

  “I told you. They’re discreet. They know you’re here.”

  “And they won’t say anything?”

  I ran my tongue down to her collarbone. “They never do. No one has ever figured out any of my…habits on the campaign trail. I intend to fully utilize every minute I have with you.”

  She swallowed hard. “What does that mean?”

  I began to unzip her dress. “It means you need to be naked. Now.”

  “Everything?”

  I ran my hand up her thigh, exposing her garters. “Leave these on, but take off the bra.” My fingers reached her underwear. “You’re excited.”

  She smiled shakily as I teased her. “I am.”

  “I thought I told you not to wear panties.”

  “I know. I’m sorry.”

  “You can leave them on for now, but I might have to punish you for failing to follow orders.”

  She stiffened, and I pulled my hand away. “Is that a problem?”

  “No, sir,” she whispered.

  I was paying good money for this show. I better damn well be able to get anything I wanted out of it. I pulled the dress off her shoulders. “Be a good girl and slip this the rest of the way off.”

  She stood up and the dress slid down to the floor. I started to loosen my tie, standing up and moving closer to her.

  “Do you want my help?” she asked softly, unhooking her bra.

  I let my eyes drift downward and she quite perceptively dropped to her knees and unzipped my dress pants. She looked up at me and smiled, but I didn’t smile back.

  “I’ll make you feel good,” she said.

  I fisted her hair as she pulled my cock out of my boxers and took it in her mouth. “I’m sure you will,” I said.

  Fuck, she was good. It had been almost two weeks since I’d gotten laid and I needed the release. She intuitively knew what I liked, and it didn’t take long before I was close. So damn close. I looked down at her and stroked her cheek. She pulled back, gazing up at me.

  “You’re very good at this,” I said.

  She bit her lip. “So I’ve been told.”

  I tapped my finger against her chin. “I didn’t say to stop.”

  She took me in her mouth again, only this time…she looked straight into my eyes. Hell, I wasn’t even sure if she blinked. I tried not to get drawn into her gaze, but I failed. I smiled down at her, right before my eyes rolled back in my head and the spell was broken. I was tempted to put my hands on the back of her head and take the lead, but I wasn’t paying her to blow me. I wanted the whole show. I tugged on her hair.

  “Up,” I said.

  She stood up and wiped the corners of her mouth. “You didn’t let me finish.” She sounded disappointed.

  I pressed my thumb to her lips. “I didn’t say I was done.” I let one of my hands drift between her thighs, and she instantly parted them for me. There was a damp spot on her panties. Fuck, that was hot. “You’re wet,” I observed.

  Her color deepened yet again. It was cute. A little shy, nervous even. “Blow jobs get me excited.”

  “I can see that,” I said, yanking down the top of her underwear and sliding one finger inside her. She temporarily lost her balance, grabbing at my shirt.

  “Steady,” I said. “I want you to come for me. Will you do that?”

  Her voice caught. “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?”

  I could see her throat bobbing up and down as she swallowed. Her pupils were dilated. She was into this, much more than I had anticipated.

  “Yes, sir,” she whispered.

  I thrust two fingers inside her, using my thumb to stroke her clit. She grabbed onto my collar and buried her face in my neck.

  “Don’t bite,” I warned. “I have a speech to give tomorrow.”

  She bit my shoulder instead. Naughty little thing.

  “You’ll pay for that,” I whispered. “You like it when men touch you, don’t you?”

  Her fingernails dug into my shoulders and her cries intensified. Her knees buckled as I pushed her over the edge, and I hauled her back to her feet when she was finished.

  “Good girl,” I murmured. “That was very nice. What do we say?”

  She was trying to catch her breath, her eyes downcast. “Thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” I said. “Lay down on the bed and spread your legs.”

  I would have been thrilled with another “yes, sir” in response to that, but she seemed to know to keep her mouth shut for now. I shimmied out of my clothes as fast as I could. She stared at me, but I wasn’t doing it to put on a show. I needed to be inside her. Quickly.

  I smiled at her parted thighs. They were trembling, and her face was flushed. She was still excited. I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself over her, rubbing my cock over the wetness on her panties. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” she whispered.

  I crouched down and licked her clit through the material, and she gasped. Yeah, she liked that. A lot. But those panties had to come off. I slid them down her legs, tossing them on the floor, and then pressed inside her, ever so slightly. She whimpered, and I smiled.

  “Do you like that?” I asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Do you want more?”

  “Yes.”

  “Beg for it.”

  “Please,” she said.

  I pushed further inside her, smiling as she cried out.

  “You’re big,” she gasped.

  My cock was pretty decently sized, if I said so myself. And I sure as hell knew what to do with it. One of my greatest physical assets. “I know. Do you like it?”

  “Yes. More,” she whispered.

  “Whatever you say,” I said, and thrust inside her.

  She was good. She made all the right noises, purred as I moved inside her, sighed her pleasure. I pulled her legs up over my shoulders, wrapping my hands around her thighs. I knew I wouldn’t stop until she made the journey along with me. When I was younger I was a selfish bastard in the sack but I learned as I aged that getting a woman off was probably the most impressive thing a man could do. It made my orgasm that much more intense when I could feel the spasms that came after I made a woman lose control.

  She was sweating. She met me stroke for stroke as best she could, even though I’d almost rendered her immobile. I stared into her eyes, groaning with every thrust. Her eyes grew wider the deeper and harder I went, her hair a disheveled mess. She closed her eyes and cried out again as I moved faster, and I felt her tighten around me. Fuck, that was glorious.

  Her eyes flew open and her gaze met mine. It was unsettling, the way she looked at me.

  “Kiss me,” she w
hispered.

  I grunted and thrust again. “You know the rules.”

  “Please.”

  I tugged at her hair and she winced. “No,” I said. She closed her eyes again.

  I kept going. I loved rough sex but I very rarely took it as far as I wanted to. Mostly because I wanted to get laid more than once in a night, if the opportunity presented itself. But I’d paid for this shit. I was going to make it count. I slowed down a bit, wondering if I was hurting her, but when I looked down again her eyes were glazed and she was panting. She was in a good place. I wondered what it was like for a woman to fall into a state like that. I jerked as I came inside her, releasing her legs and resting my hands against the headboard before collapsing on top of the sheets beside her.

  “You’re pretty when you come,” I murmured.

  She was still gasping for air, and smiled at me in lieu of speaking.

  “Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked, trying not to smirk.

  She nodded. “You’re the only man who’s ever made me come that way.”

  “Oh, really?”

  She wiped some of the sweat off her face. “Yes, really.”

  I leaned in to tickle her. “Are you sure?”

  She tried not to giggle. “Yes,” she choked out. “What are you doing?”

  “Having my way with you.”

  She tried to push me away. “Stop,” she protested weakly, laughing.

  I kept teasing her. “No.”

  She looked down at my feet. “Oh my God, did you leave your socks on?”

  In my haste to get inside her, I’d forgotten to take them off. “Yes.” I tickled her neck. “You’re still wearing your jewelry. You don’t make a very convincing call girl when you have that much bling on your finger.” I kissed her hand, just above her engagement ring.

  “Should I have left them at home?” she asked.

  “Fuck no,” I said, laughing as she struggled to get away from my tricky fingers. She attempted to push me away, but I was a lot stronger than her. She tried a different approach, throwing her arms around my shoulders, cooing my name. I stopped tickling her.

  “Monty, stop being mean,” she murmured.

  I hugged her to me. “I’ll give you credit, sweetheart. You kept up a great performance longer than I thought. Usually you break out of character way before I actually get laid.”

  She tightened her grip around my shoulders. “Will you kiss me now?”

  I made it count. She was panting again by the time I was done. “I’m sorry I didn’t do that earlier,” I said. “The way you were looking at me…I was damn tempted.”

  “I knew how it would go,” she said. “Although I have to admit that was actually kind of fun.”

  “You’re a very convincing actress.”

  She tossed her head back nonchalantly. “I like your games.”

  “I like them too. But I’m a bit disappointed that you put those panties in between us.”

  She laughed. “I wasn’t about to go commando on a plane. It was hard enough changing into that dress in the airport bathroom.”

  “You changed at the airport?”

  “I sure as hell wasn’t going to do it in Greg’s hotel room. I slipped into a handicapped stall. That is a quite utilitarian location, let me tell you.”

  I chuckled. “What were you wearing before?”

  “A very well-tailored light gray suit.”

  “Next time you can wear that instead and I’ll rip it off of you.”

  She smiled. “That’s why I changed. I love that suit. And it doesn’t exactly scream ‘lady of the night.’”

  “If you’d worn your glasses and that suit you could have gone for the sexy librarian look.”

  “I know you love that but…we’ve talked about this for a while so I wanted to give it to you.”

  “You wanted it too.”

  She hugged me. “I know.”

  I bit her earlobe. “I meant what I said earlier,” I whispered. “About fucking you raw. Did I succeed?”

  Her fingers dug into my biceps. “You sure as hell did. I’m not sure if I can go again tonight. I’m glad those weren’t just empty words.”

  “I’ve missed you.”

  She sighed and slid down so that her head was resting on my chest. “I know. The last couple of weeks have been terrible.”

  “We’ll get through this,” I said, stroking her hair. “It’s almost over.”

  “Then can we have a month or so where we all just kick back and relax?”

  She sounded so weary. It made me feel guilty for forcing her to run all over Pennsylvania with me. Which was part of the reason I’d asked her to cut back and stay home with the girls instead.

  “I guess so,” I said. She sneakily ran one hand down my abdomen and I groaned. “If we’re done for the night, you’d better stop doing that.”

  “You’re easy to read. Plus, you’re a man. As long as I yank your dick you’ll be happy.”

  “I’m far more civilized than that.”

  She grinned at me. “I still get my ten grand, right? Even if we both fall asleep?”

  I laughed. “You spend all my money anyway.”

  She swatted me playfully. “I want my money.”

  I kissed her forehead. “We can negotiate later.” Then something occurred to me. “Why ‘Sable’?”

  This time she laughed harder. Caroline’s laughter was probably the most beautiful thing I’d ever heard. “I watched a lot of Dynasty as a kid. I had a girl crush on Stephanie Beacham.”

  “You don’t look a thing like her,” I said. “You’re much more beautiful.”

  She batted her eyelashes at me. “You sure know how to butter up your working girls. Is that the line you use right before you tear off our clothes?”

  “You’re already naked,” I pointed out.

  “I’m still wearing my garters.”

  “That’s naked enough.” An unsettling thought occurred to me. “Do you really think I’ve done anything like this before?”

  “Never.”

  She said it instantly. That meant she knew I wasn’t lying. “I might want to do it again,” I said. “With you, I mean.”

  “I’d be up for it.” She started laughing again as her feet made contact with mine. “Are you ever going to wear those socks I gave you?”

  Caroline kept trying to get me to replace my holey socks, and I never had. There were several unopened packages in my dresser at home. I shook my head back and forth. “No.”

  “Being frugal doesn’t mean you can never replace clothing, Jack.”

  “I know.”

  “You wear five thousand dollar suits and you won’t even break down and use those cheapo black dress socks I bought you at Target.”

  “These are still wearable,” I said.

  She nuzzled my neck. “Several hundred million dollars in the bank and you have the most disgusting socks I’ve ever seen.”

  “They’re not that bad.”

  “They belong in a Superfund site.”

  I kissed her forehead. “Caroline, you’re a constant source of entertainment.”

  “I live to give.” She yawned. “And now you get to cross one more fantasy off the list.”

  “I’ve got many, many more where this one came from.”

  “I know.” She closed her eyes. “I intend to help you fulfill every single one.”

  I held her closer. “I love you, sweetheart.” I could feel her grinning into my torso. She was in a genuinely good mood. That made me happy.

  “I love you too,” she whispered.

  “Where’s your luggage?”

  “Forget my suitcase. Where are my shoes? They flew off while you were fucking me into a frenzy.”

  “I assume they’re on the floor,” I said. “They weren’t expensive, were they?”

  “Nine West,” she said. “I’ll live.”

  “I feel badly that I’ve destroyed most of your clothes. Where’s your luggage?” I repeated.

  “Greg ha
s it in his room.” She pulled her head up to look at me. “The walls here are thick, right?”

  “I certainly hope so.”

  Caroline kissed my chest. “He must think we’re a couple of freaks.”

  I shrugged as best I could. “Probably. Did you tell him anything?”

  “I was wearing that coat when I got to his room. Didn’t take it off until I got in here.”

  “Good,” I said. “Because I think it’s a sin just to look at you in that red dress. Jesus Christ.”

  “I wouldn’t ever wear it in public,” she admitted.

  I didn’t want to think about that. She got ogled enough as it was, after we’d been caught making out in that elevator in Pittsburgh. No, that dress left far too much to the imagination. “Wearing it in public is absolutely verboten. That’s just for me. Where on earth did you get it?”

  “Do you really want to know? Believe me, it wasn’t from anywhere a respectable lady should frequent.”

  “Okay. I won’t pry.”

  “I thought about going full Pretty Woman and wearing a wig but I knew that would make our…escapade a little less inconspicuous,” she said.

  I pictured her walking down the halls of the hotel as a platinum blond. I’d hold onto that one for the next lonely night on the trail. “That might have gotten Twitter excited. This hotel is pretty crowded.”

  Caroline snuggled me again. “Remember the first time we tried something like this, and I tripped over my shoes?”

  I chuckled. “I thought you were going to die of embarrassment.”

  “Or pass out from laughing so hard.”

  “That too.” I kissed her forehead. “I’m glad you got right back on the horse the next time around.”

  “It took me a while to realize that you thought I was sexy no matter what I was doing.”

  “In a hoodie and jeans,” I agreed.

  “Did you like the ‘sirs’?” she asked.

  Thinking about those deferential words made me want to fuck her again. “Couldn’t you tell? You can work that into your daily vernacular, if you want.”

  “Like hell I will,” she said. “Although it is a huge turn-on to use it when we’re doing…whatever it is that we do.”

  “Have wild sex?”

  “Yes. That.”

  I gathered up her sweaty hair and wrapped it around one of my hands. “Do you know what it means to me that you have such a good attitude about our sex life?”