Soul Deep (Triton Security Book 1)

by Ashley Lyn

  This little gold-toothed fucker screams in my face, blood pouring out of his nose, and I realize this is the little asshole who tripped down the stairs. His spindly arms barely reach around my neck, and it’s like being choked out by a two-year-old.

  Reaching back, I grasp him by his greasy hair and flip him over my shoulder on his back. Grasping him by his saggy britches, I jerk them fuckers up till they’re embedded in his colon.

  Flipping him on his front, I have him zip and hog tied in a matter of seconds. Out of the corner of my eye, I see someone jump out of the second story window.

  “Fucking slippery little bastard.” Glancing at Griff, I see that he saw Tremaine jump and head down the side street. Shaking my head, Griff and I both take off in pursuit, grinning at each other when we go full throttle.

  I knock him on the shoulder when we both slow down, and then my focus shatters like a baseball being thrown through safety glass.

  Tremaine’s running full tilt toward the open door of my truck, where Becca’s standing in front of the door with a shocked and pissed look on her face.

  “Move your fat ass, bitch!” Tremaine screams at her, after that comment, her expression settles into a high-octane rage.

  She grabs his arm as he tries to run around her and flips that fucker over her back, right into the door of the truck.

  “Motherfucker!” she screams, and it’s so fucking beautiful. “If I find out that you’ve harmed my fiancé in any way, shape, or form, I will castrate you with my bare hands! I will rip your tits off by shoving my hands up your ass and turning you inside fucking out!”

  She pulls her gun and shoves it in the back of his head, her legs braced wide. It’s a totally inappropriate time to have an erection, but fucking hell, she’s sexy like this.

  Clearing my throat, she looks at me and pure fucking joy spreads across her face when she looks down in shock. “Babe, do you really have an erection right now?” She smiles, then she looks nervous when I start walking in her direction. She smiles wider, but it’s a full-on fake smile, yet I keep advancing. I’m so overloaded with lust right now. A smiling Griff takes over for Becca, pulling Tremaine up and frog-marching him to his truck.

  I’m standing directly in front of her when she whispers, “I should have stayed in the truck.”

  “You most definitely should have stayed in the truck.”

  “Is there a reason my booty’s tingling?” I smile and pick her up by both butt cheeks. “Your ass is tingling because it knows the second we get home, I’m going to spank you. This will not be enjoyable for you,” I tell her. Reaching up, I open the truck door and slide her inside. Leaning forward, I get close to her ear, “I’m going to close the door, and when I do, I want you to unbutton and unzip your pants.”

  Her pale face looks at me in shock. Walking around the front of the truck, I wave to the guys who are all laughing, expect for Carter, whom I flip off.

  Jumping in the driver’s side, I start up the truck and look over to see Becca’s pants unbuttoned and unzipped, just as I’d asked. “Reach back and unclip your bra but leave it on.” Watching her maneuver her arms around back, and the way it pushes her breasts out, is intoxication.

  She finishes and sits there with trembling limbs. Her breasts are hanging down, the straps of her bra having slid down her arms.

  We have roughly ten minutes to my apartment, and I’m going to make sure that those ten minutes are pleasurable, and yet frustrating at the same time.

  BECCA

  Can you die from lust overload? I’m trying to pull oxygen into my starved lungs, but it’s like breathing in the deep end. I jerk when his voice pulls me out of my head. “Slide your hand in your panties and play with your pussy, baby.”

  Taking a deep breath, I comply, running my fingers over my tummy and down into my panties. Over my short and curlies, that are past due for a shave, I slide home through the heat and wetness.

  Leaning my head against the seat, I roll it to the left and look at Tristan. He may seem cool, calm, and collected, but the sweat running down the side of his head says something completely different.

  “One finger, baby. Slide it in as far as you can, let me hear it.”

  It’s the tail end of that statement that damn near makes me come, “Let me hear it.” It’s just so damn dirty.

  The radio is off, so the sounds I’m making—the whimpers, the moans, and…other noises—are like sitting in an IMAX theatre watching porn.

  I want to tell him to punch it, haul ass home because I think he’s driving under the speed limit.

  “Don’t come, Becca. That’s all mine.”

  I scream my frustration. “Tristan, please!”

  He just smiles. “Two fingers if you will, please.”

  I’m shaking my head. Any more stimulation and I’m going to go off like a rocket.

  “Slide your other hand up your shirt and play with your nipple. And Becca, I asked for two fingers.” Tears are falling as I look at him, as I slide another finger inside. It’s a damn good thing he’s stopped at a light.

  “So beautiful, Becca. My love, my heart.” He runs this thumb along my cheeks, catching my tears.

  He turns back to the front and starts driving. I’m beginning to think that I’ll make it home without coming in the truck, but then he starts talking.

  “Do you know what my truck smells like? Smells like your wet cunt, baby. I can hear how wet you are, and I cannot wait to get home, lay you out on the dining room table and fucking feast on that sweet pussy of yours. Tie your arms to the table legs and hold down your hips and eat you until you’re so hoarse from screaming, you won’t be able to talk for a week. Then, when you’re so wrung out, I’m going to flip you over and fuck you.”

  My eyes are closed imagining this, the flutters are starting deep I’m going to come, it’s right there and fucking hell it is going to be earth-shattering.

  My eyes fly open in outrage as Tristan grabs my wrist and pulls my hand out of my pants, licking my fucking fingers clean. Looking around, I see we’re in the apartment parking lot. I reach under, jerk my bra off and throw it on the floor before jumping out of the truck and taking off for the front door.

  My hands are shaking as I open the door and storm into the lobby of the apartment complex, while tears of sexual frustration slide down cheeks. I have never in my life been so horny. It’s like the adrenaline of the situation, combined with lust, has booted my booty into crazy land. We step into the elevator and I stand as far away from him as possible.

  Glancing at him, the smug bastard is smiling as he leans against the wall. “When we get inside the apartment, I want you to take off your clothes and get on the bed.” The hairs on my arms stand up at the tone of his voice. It’s a direct contrast to the easy-going body language.

  “I want you on your hands and knees.” I whimper and grip the sides of my pants. The elevator dings, signaling that we’re on the right floor, and the sound makes me jump. Every sound, even the feel of my clothes is amplified.

  Speed walking down the hallway, I get to the door and that A-hole is just sauntering like he’s on a casual stroll through the museum.

  It’s a modified pee pee dance, as I shift from foot to foot. It’s more of a ‘I need to come’ dance.

  He inserts the key in the lock and turns it so fucking slowly, I almost hit him. The second the door is open, I jerk my shirt over my head and kick off my shoes somewhere in the dining room. The cool air on my exposed breasts makes my already hard nipples contract even more. Ripping the button on my pants open, I hook my fingers in my panties and pants and jerk them down, damn near busting my ass when I try and step out of them as I keep on my path to the bedroom. I get one leg off and take off in a run, slamming the bedroom door open. I jump on the bed and kick my pants the rest of the way off and assume the position.

  Face down, ass up.

  I wait.

  And wait some more. I hear a tap on the door and look over my shoulder.

  He raises tha
t one cocky eyebrow, and my eyes watch as he grips his pants and pops the button before slowly gripping the zipper tab.

  The sound of his zipper lowering is fucking loud, louder than it should be.

  “Do you think I’m a pussy?” I’m confused at the turn of conversation.

  “No.”

  “Do you think when I give my men an order and they blatantly disregard it, I reward them?”

  “Tristan, I don’t care what kind of a fucking boss you are, I have a situation here and I need you to fucking fix it!”

  SMACK. All the breath is knocked out of my lungs when he delivers a good placed smack on my round ass.

  “Answer me.”

  “No, I don’t think you reward them. I also don’t think you fucking turn them on and spank them.”

  “You’re right, I don’t. You’re mine, my fucking fiancée. The situation was dangerous, and I told you to stay in the fucking truck and you didn’t. Get ready, baby, because I’m going to keep you on edge for a while. Next time I say stay, you fucking stay. I’m going to touch you, lick you, suck and fuck you, and you are not to move. The second you do, this stops and I go take a shower and we watch some TV.”

  Locking down my body, I focus on staying as still as possible. He starts moving around the room, pulling something from under the bed. Then off to the side, my world goes black when he ties something over my eyes.

  The second the darkness covers my vision, my other senses ratchet up. I hear him moving around more, and then a clank. I’m trying desperately to keep my arms locked and my chest off the bed, but that sounded like a chain of some kind.

  “Lower yourself down, put your cheek on the bed.” Breathing in relief, I lay my cheek down and slide my arms forward. He runs one finger from between my shoulder blades down my arm. Feeling his hand wrap around my wrist, my breathing turns to panting. “I bought this lovely contraption the other day. Sits between the mattress and box spring, has all kinds of straps and cuffs.”

  Hearing the sound Velcro being pulled apart, then being wrapped around my wrist is a sensation I never expected to experience. “Too tight?” he asks.

  “No.” One finger blazes a trail from my trapped wrist up to my arm and across my back, then down the other arm. He repeats the process again of attaching the cuff and asking me if it’s too tight.

  I hear clothes hitting the floor, shoes coming off, cell phone being placed on the dresser, keys and change.

  Then nothing, except my panting breaths, my heart pounding, and that’s it. I think for a second that he left until his hands grip my hips and yank me back, stretching my arms taut in front of me.

  In his hands I know I’m safe, that he would never hurt me, but fuck, this tied up business is doing something to me. A controlled terror, tightly leashed by my wrists and held secure by my hips.

  Giving myself over to him, I relax the rest of my body. “I love you, Tristan.”

  “I love you too, baby.”

  TRISTAN

  Until the day my body gives out and my soul leaves me, I will never forget this image. The feel of her gorgeous body, open, vulnerable, and ready under my hands.

  Running my hands from her ankles, up to the inside of her creamy thighs, I can’t help but be in awe of how fucking soft she is. “Such soft beautiful skin, baby.”

  Leaning forward, I kiss her back and run my hands up her sides and under, grabbing both plump breasts.

  Pulling on her nipples, her back arches like a cat, making me smile. Getting up on my knees, I cover her back, my cock sliding through the wetness at her center. I whisper in her ear, “I thought I told you not to move, Rebecca.”

  Her whimpers are music to my ears, and her pussy bathes my cock in fresh honey. I get off the bed and watch. He muscles twitch like she wants to move, but she stops herself. Walking softly, I bend down and kiss her pussy, causing her to jerk forward. I lick her opening, feeling her twitch and squeeze my tongue. She’s so close, it’s not even funny. One single thrust of my finger is all it would take to send her off.

  My plan was to make her wait, but I doubt that’s going to happen. She’s too close to the edge, so I decide to take her in the other direction.

  Laying down on my back, I jerk her hips down to my face and feast. She’s screaming and coming so hard, my chin and chest are soaked.

  Lapping at her entrance, I clean her up and get ready for round two. Latching onto her clit, I bring two fingers up and enter her slowly.

  “So fucking good.” Her body is undulating, so I bring my hand up and smack her on the side of her ass. “Hold still, Becca.”

  “Fuck me already.” Going back to her clit, I bite it in-between my teeth and she stills, every muscle locking down.

  Using the flat of my tongue, I push hard on her clit in small circles and alternate licks. Hooking my fingers and reaching her G-spot is fucking difficult in this position, so I concentrate on the first inch or so of her pussy.

  Within seconds, she reaches her second peak. Sliding out from under her, I kiss both ass cheeks and wet my fingers again, thrusting three in and rotating. Pulling out, I slide the moisture I gathered up to her puckered back opening and run my finger around her ass.

  “You going to give me this ass someday?”

  She gaps out a barely audible “yes,” and I smile as I slide my finger in her ass to the first knuckle. “Not today, baby, but soon.”

  Lining my cock up at her entrance, I start sliding home, one inch at a time. So achingly slow, I almost don’t make it.

  I take a moment to get myself under control and savor the feeling of her twitching under my hands and around my cock.

  I lean up and jerk the tie off her head and grip her hair in my hand, pulling her back up on her hands. “Look at me, Becca.” Her lust filled eyes meet mine, and I feel the pull of her gaze. Pulling back, I thrust back in and bump her cervix, loving the way her pupils blow out and contract. Her pouty fucking lips open as she gasps. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.” She nods as best she can, and I grip her hips and go to fucking town. Reaching down, I gather some more moisture and rub her clit in tight, hard circles. “Give me another one.”

  “I can’t, Tristan, it’s too much.”

  “Come for me, baby.” Covering her back, I grab the snaps at her wrists and release her. Wrapping my arm around her chest, I bring her up, her back to my front. Then, wrapping my hand around her slender neck, I slide my other hand down and pinch her nipple. “Come, Becca. Let me feel you squeeze my fucking cock. Give me another one.”

  She gasps and clamps down on my cock, giving me another one, screaming out her climax.

  “Yes, baby, that’s right.” Leaning back, I grab her shoulders and slam her down. She screams again and I smile. “Fuck me, Becca. Lean up and back on your knees.” I know she barely has any strength left, but I’ll be damned if she doesn’t lean up and slam herself back. My balls are fucking boiling at this point.

  “I love you, baby.” She leans up and I grab her hips, thrusting her up and down. I come so fucking hard, I damn near pass out. Grabbing both breasts, I catch my breath, rolling her nipples between my fingers. She leans her head back on my shoulder, her damp hair sticking to the side of her head and my neck.

  Pulling out carefully, she slips out of my arms and flops on the bed. Lying next to her, I wrap my arms around her and slip into a deep contented sleep.

  Confident in the fact that I have my soul mate, a connection soul deep in my arms.

  BECCA

  Cleaning up my station, I glance at the clock. I have a longer than normal lunch break since my one-thirty appointment canceled.

  “What are you doing for lunch?” Lindsey asks, plopping herself down in my chair.

  “I have a sandwich in my bag. I have to stop at Sexy Time get a new vibrator since I burned mine out a couple weeks ago. Tristan might be going out of town, and no way am I going to get carpal tunnel while he’s gone.”

  “Mind if I tag along?” She looks out of sorts, which isn’t normal for h
er.

  “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah, just a rough night.”

  Grabbing my purse, we head out and start walking down the street; Sexy Time is just two storefronts down from the shop.

  “Want to talk about it?”

  “Just a bad date.”

  “Like, how bad? Douche, pervert, asshole bad? Did he proposition you for anal sex?” Snorting, she hooks her arm with mine.

  “Just honest.”

  “And?”

  “How do you know there’s an ‘and?’”

  “Call it intuition.”

  “He was a repeat.”

  “Was this a Tinder date, or a date-date?”

  “I thought it was a hookup, but apparently he was there for more. I didn’t recognize him at first. I told him we could have some drinks first and then go back to my place. His face was so flushed, like super pissed, and then he called me Petal. I panicked because it was then I realized who it was that was sitting across from me.”

  I’m on the edge of my seat, waiting for the reveal. “Who?”

  “A blast from the past, the guy who popped my cherry in high school.”

  “No way!”

  “We were best friends, lived next door to each other since we were in diapers. After the cherry pie incident, it was just awkward. We were each other’s firsts, and then, just one week later, he came out of the gym, arm around my nemesis, Camilla Little, kissing her and shit.”

  “What happened?”

  “I flipped my shit and got into a fight with her. I’d never gotten into a fight before. I was invisible in school, expect to Cash and Camila.” The breath whooshes out of my lungs when she says Cash. What are the odds?

  “What?” she says.

  “What, what?” Walking faster I open the door to Sexy Time.

  “Becca the Babe!” Giving a high five to my favorite neighborhood adult store clerk.

  “Tito!”

  “Don’t you walk away from me, Bec!”

  “Okay, okay. So, I know someone named Cash.”