Buttons & Lace

by Penelope Sky

  He brushed his lips past mine. “No. We’ll take it easy.”

  Gratitude washed over me.

  “It’s just one button. I’ll use the others more wisely.”

  Three hundred and sixty-four more to go.

  “Your safe word is fire.”

  “Safe word?” I whispered.

  “If you want me to stop, just say that word, and I will.”

  I had the ability to stop?

  “But if you do, you don’t get a button for the night. It’s revoked.”

  I felt immense gratitude that he allowed me to have a safe word at all. Bones did horrific things to me, unspeakable things. I couldn’t have stopped them even if I wanted to. But I shouldn’t feel any loyalty to Crow either. After all, he manipulated me into doing this to begin with. “Okay.”

  He brushed his lips against mine again before he gave me a slow kiss. It was soft and sweet, containing the tenderness of young love. He kissed me with fragility, slowly coaxing me back to life. With every brush of his lips, I felt warmth flood into my body. It didn’t feel like a deal. It felt real.

  He breathed hard into my mouth before he pulled my shirt over my head. He looked down at me with wide eyes, treasuring my body like a chest full of gold. Old scars still marked my skin from Bones’s abuse, but Crow didn’t seem to care.

  He pressed his mouth against my neck and gave me a playful bite with enough pressure to make me wince but not enough to make me bleed. He unclasped my bra at the very same instant, making it slide down my arms.

  My nipples hardened as his mouth nipped my neck. He gave me soft kisses before he sucked the skin aggressively, bruising it with his excitement. My hands automatically moved to the crooks of his arms, where his biceps curled. I felt the muscles underneath my fingertips, loving how strong they were under my embrace.

  His mouth moved to my ear, and he nibbled on my earlobe, breathing hard into my ear canal. His arousal was amplified. I could feel how much he wanted me. I could feel his desperation in his quiet growls.

  His hands moved to my hips, and he undid my jeans before he yanked them off with a violent shove. He kneeled down to help me get them off. My hands moved to his shoulders, and I held on for balance, feeling the muscles shift under his perfect skin.

  He pulled my thong off as well, getting it past my ankles before he tossed it aside. When he rose to his feet, he eyed me with possession. I was entirely his because he’d paid me for the night. He could stare and gawk all he wanted. His hand moved to my leg and touched the old scar Cane had left. His fingers touched it lightly, silently apologizing that it happened at all.

  “It’s okay,” I whispered.

  My words brought him back to the moment, and he pulled his t-shirt over his head, revealing his perfectly chiseled body. He ran every morning and ate nothing but protein, but he still looked too good to be real. His body was ripped and toned, lines of muscle connecting to new lines of muscle. If he and I met in a different reality, perhaps on the subway during the morning commute, I’d feel much differently. I’d ask him out right on the spot and hope he wasn’t already taken.

  He removed his sweat pants and boxers next, proudly revealing his machinery. His cock was longer and thicker than Bones’s. I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

  I stared at it, unable to believe I was going to fit that inside me.

  His fingers moved to my chin, and he lifted my gaze, forcing my eyes to lock with his. “On your knees.” Power radiated in his voice. He’d taken full command of the evening. He was in full dominance, and I was in full submission. He won the sick game we’d been playing. “Now.”

  I lowered myself to my knees despite the pain of the hardwood floor and waited for him to shove his cock down my throat.

  He closed the gap between us, his hard dick right in my face. His hand scooped my hair, and he got a tight grip. “Suck me.” His eyes darkened as he waited for me to obey.

  I cleared my thoughts and just did as he asked. I grabbed the base of his cock then inserted his head into my mouth. The second it was inside me, I tasted the pre-come. It was salty and masculine. I ran my tongue along the base, feeling the bulging vein. I closed my eyes and took him into the back of my throat. I’d given Bones hundreds of blow jobs. Even though Crow was bigger, this was better. At least he was hot.

  Crow released a quiet moan of satisfaction when I picked up the pace. His fingers tightened on my hair, nicking my neck just a little. He thrust his hips toward my mouth, moving with me. “You give good head.”

  What a nice compliment.

  I swirled my warm saliva around him and kept him going, hoping he would just come in my mouth and it would count as one button. I thought it was fair to measure them by orgasms rather than evenings.

  The minutes trailed by, and I felt my core tighten. My thighs squeezed together, and I felt the warmth between my legs. It was the same sensation I felt last time we were together, and I hated myself for it. I hated the fact I was aroused by having his dick in my mouth. I hated the fact I got more turned on the more he enjoyed it. Whenever Bones violated me, I despised it. I didn’t want Crow to know how my body reacted to him. It was embarrassing, and it would just make his ego bigger than it already was.

  He gripped the back of my neck and pulled his dick out. The desire was brighter in his eyes than ever before. His cock dripped with my saliva, and he was ready to slip it inside me. “On the bed.”

  My knees ached as I got up and crawled on the bed, assuming he wanted me on my stomach. That’s how Bones wanted me. He never wanted to look at my face.

  Crow came behind me and grabbed me by the hips. He twisted me, turning me over until I was on my back. A piece of string was in his hand. It was yellow lace. I wasn’t sure why a criminal man owned a piece of yellow lace. He tied my wrists together before he secured me to the headboard. My body was displayed for him to enjoy, and I couldn’t move my hands even if I tried.

  He held himself over me and separated my thighs with his. His cock throbbed impatiently, wanting to slip inside me. I hadn’t had a man inside me in over a month, and I wasn’t sure how well my body would handle it. It preferred abstinence.

  Crow pressed his face close to mine, giving me a kiss completely different from the one he gave me earlier. This was fiery and hard. He crushed his mouth to mine, practically bruising me because he was so insistent. His fingers moved to my clit and rubbed it at the same time, giving me that same feeling he gave me last time.

  I hated the fact I liked it.

  He slipped two fingers inside me without warning.

  And I was soaked.

  Goddammit.

  He moaned against my lips when he felt how wet I was. When he slipped his fingers out, they were coated with my moisture. A string of stickiness formed when he separated his fingers. “You want me as much as I want you.”

  My immediate response was no, but I couldn’t say that. It would just be a lie, and we both knew it would be.

  He rubbed his wet fingers against my clit, creating stroking sounds as the moisture rubbed into me.

  I shivered because it felt so good. My hips automatically rocked because he elicited uncontrollable emotions within me. I loved it when he touched me like that. He did a better job than I did.

  He gave me a slow kiss. “You like that.”

  I breathed into his mouth, feeling my control slip away as the carnal side of me rose.

  He grabbed the base of his cock and slapped his length against my clit, every hit hurting but feeling so good. Then he rubbed it against me, moving through my slickness and applying the pressure of his throbbing dick at the same time.

  He positioned his arms behind my knees and kept his face above mine. Slowly, he pressed his head inside me, moving just as far as he did last time. He watched my expression carefully.

  The second I felt him, my arousal died. His cock reminded me of all the horrific things Bones did to me. Nothing he did ever felt good. It was always agonizing. And judging C
row’s immense size, this wouldn’t be any different.

  “No. Stop.” I felt him sink into me farther. I was soaking wet, and his entry was smooth, but I still didn’t want it. I didn’t want to feel that pain again. I thought I could handle it, but I couldn’t.

  “I’m not gonna stop unless you tell me the safe word.” He moved farther inside me, half of his length stretching me apart.

  That’s right. I forgot the safe word. “Fi—”

  “I’m not him.” He followed my thoughts as they left the room and returned to Bones. “I own you, not him. This will feel good. I promise.” He pressed his face to mine and inserted the rest of his length, balls deep. “Stay with me.”

  I didn’t want to stay. I wanted to run.

  “Button.” He cupped my face and looked me in the eye. “Don’t go.” He kissed the corner of my mouth.

  He’d never called me that before, and I hadn’t expected it to be my pet name. But it was. For some reason, it steadied me. His cock was entirely inside me, but I didn’t fight it. I kept my body relaxed, feeling him stretch me wide.

  Crow rocked into me slowly, his cock moving out until only his head remained inside. Then he pushed it back in, moving through my slickness. Our bodies made noises when they moved together, my wetness making smooth friction. “Fuck. You feel so damn good.” His hips wanted to move faster, but he kept his restraint.

  He had the most beautiful body and an even more perfect face. He would be the man I touched myself to in a fantasy. I tried to pretend this wasn’t real. It was just a dream. I wanted this. I wasn’t being forced to do this.

  He moved his hand to my clitoris, and he rubbed it the way he had earlier. He gave it circular strokes, applying the right amount of pleasure to pull me hard into the moment.

  He groaned when I grew wetter for him. “Fuck.”

  I pulled on my restraints, not to get away, but to arch my back. I wanted more of him. His throbbing dick felt enormous inside me, but it also felt intoxicating. It wasn’t abrasive and rough like it was with Bones, probably because I was always drier than a desert with that monster. But with Crow, we moved together perfectly.

  I started to really enjoy it.

  Crow pressed his face to mine and sucked my bottom lip. His hand moved to my tit and palmed it aggressively, pinching the nipple. It hurt, but in a good way. The sting made the sex feel even better. My pussy grew slicker. I felt it ooze down my crack and to the sheets beneath me.

  He thrust into me harder, smacking the headboard into the wall as he slammed into me. Sweat sprinkled his chest, and he looked so sexy when he exerted himself. He looked like a god of the underworld, powerful and dark.

  I pulled my legs farther apart because I wanted as much of him as I could handle. I wanted every inch of that cock. I wanted him to give it to me harder. He pulled his hand away from my tits and used his entire body to slam into me.

  It was coming. I could feel it build over the horizon. It was about to hook into me and pull me under. My thighs shook as the heat bubbled, and my stomach tensed in preparation for impact. I hated myself for what I felt, but I also wanted it to happen more than anything in the world.

  Crow knew I was about to explode. A victorious look was in his eyes, like he had me and was completely aware of it. “I’m going to give you so much of my come.” He thrust into me harder, his massive dick stretching my pussy wide and providing the right amount of friction for my clit.

  His words shouldn’t shatter me, but they did. My spine tightened and coiled as the euphoria washed over me. The pleasure was white-hot and blinding. I couldn’t do anything but feel the powerful sensation wash through me.

  I shut my mouth as tightly as possible because I refused to make a peep. I refused to tell him I was coming around his dick. The man who captured me and refused to let me go just made me come.

  And I hated him.

  I hated him so fucking much.

  Crow separated my lips with his while he pounded into me. His smooth balls slapped against my ass with every thrust. His tongue dug into my mouth, so I couldn’t keep my sounds from escaping.

  A moan came out, loud and clean.

  Dammit.

  He smiled against my lips, enjoying his victory. “Your cunt is so tight. I can’t wait to fill it.”

  I yanked on the lace because I wanted to be free. I wanted to grab those strong arms and hold on. I wanted to dig my nails into his skin until I drew blood. My orgasm still burned with power until it slowly started to fade. A whimper of pleasure escaped my lips because my pussy was still feeling the aftershocks.

  He groaned as he pumped into me, giving me a few final thrusts before he filled me like he claimed he would. He pressed his forehead to mine when he hit his trigger. He tensed on top of me, his dick getting even harder as he released inside me with a groan. “Take all of it.”

  I widened my legs because I wanted to be full of him. I was still high from my orgasm and in a different state of mind. Another moan escaped my lips because I felt even more satisfied with his cum sitting inside me.

  His eyes darkened as he finished, his hot seed trickling inside me. I could feel it because it was so heavy and warm. A pleasured sigh escaped his lips, deep and masculine from the back of his throat.

  He stayed inside me like he never wanted to leave. His cock slowly softened as the momentum passed. His mouth found mine and gave me soft kisses I didn’t think he was capable of giving. “I promised you would enjoy it.”

  My cheeks reddened in embarrassment. I couldn’t hide how much I enjoyed it. This man was keeping me captive against my will. I begged him to let me go, but he refused. And now I slept with him—and I liked it. He gave me the first orgasm I’d had in months.

  It was such a betrayal.

  He kissed the valley between my breasts before he slowly pulled his soft dick out of my pussy. It was smaller than it was earlier, but the size was still impressive. I couldn’t believe that fit inside me. And I couldn’t believe how much I enjoyed it.

  He leaned down and kissed my clit, giving me a kiss full of his tongue.

  I tensed because it felt even better than his fingers.

  He pulled away, his lips shiny from my slickness. “One button down.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Crow

  She liked it.

  She tried to hide the orgasm that rocked through her by shutting that pretty little mouth of hers, but it was no use. Her pussy constricted around me like an anaconda. It pleaded for my seed, trying to squeeze it out of me. She widened her legs because she wanted more of my cock. Her pathetic attempt to fool me was a waste of time.

  She loved it as much as I did.

  After I finally conquered her, I expected to return my focus to work. With a preoccupied mind, I wasn’t getting as much done. I fell behind on paperwork, shipments, and hiring more employees for the factory. My slave was stealing the spotlight with her soft brown hair and full hips.

  But now, I was even more distracted than before.

  I had her once, and I was immensely satisfied. But now, I wanted her again. Her cunt was so tight and slick. My cock was in womanly heaven when I glided in and out of her. She was soaked because of me, because of the heat between us.

  When I first laid eyes on her, I wasn’t impressed. She was beautiful, of course. But so were a lot of women. There was nothing spectacular about her, nothing that made me want to pin her to the sheets just so I could have her.

  But when I saw the fire inside her, I was drawn to her flames. She wasn’t submissive, not in the least. She was a challenge, a woman who could hold her own in a fight. After that moment, I was desperate to cage her, to overpower her and make her mine.

  And I loved every second of it.

  After I came home from work the following afternoon, I showered then sat down to dinner. She didn’t join me for breakfast that morning, but she came down now. She wore one of the dresses Lars picked out for her. It was strapless and pink, flowing out around her hips. She had
the elegance of a queen and the grace of a god.

  She sat across from me at the table without making eye contact. The bottle of wine was already sitting there, so she poured herself a glass and grabbed a piece of French bread from the basket.

  I watched every move she made.

  Lars brought the main entrees and set each plate in front of us. A pitcher of water and two glasses were placed next to the basket of bread. Sensing the tension in the room, he walked out without saying a word. He probably heard us fucking last night. His room was on the bottom floor.

  I broke the silence. “How was your day?”

  Her eyes were glued to her plate. “Good. Yours?”

  I knew why she wouldn’t look at me. She was ashamed of everything she felt last night. She was ashamed she gave herself to me—and liked it. She lost the battle and surrendered, and that didn’t leave a good taste in her mouth. “Fine. Had a lot of work to do.”

  She never asked me questions about my job. She either assumed I wouldn’t answer or didn’t care what I did outside the house.

  “What are you reading?”

  “A translator and some book in Italian.”

  I held my fork in my hand but didn’t press it into my food. “You’re teaching yourself Italian?”

  She nodded. “I’m trying to, at least.”

  Even though she’d be leaving in a year?

  “It’s a beautiful language.” She answered my question even though I never asked. “I like listening to it.”

  “I can teach you.”

  “You seem pretty busy...”

  “When we talk, I can speak Italian.”

  “But I wouldn’t know what you’re saying...”

  “You’ll figure it out.” I finally took a bite of my food. Lars used to be a chef in Vienna once upon a time and knew his way around the kitchen as well as the rest of the house. He was an irreplaceable member of the staff. If he ever wanted to leave, I’d have a hard time letting him go.

  She took a few bites before her eyes drifted to mine. They were pristine blue, clearer than the shores of a paradise island. “Is Crow your real name?”

  Interesting question. “Yes.”