UNPLUGGED: a standalone novel

by LK Collins

  “Yeah, it is. You’d love Texas. Right now, it’s mid sixties at night.”

  “God, I’d love to feel that.”

  “Come visit me next weekend?”

  “No, I couldn’t.”

  “Sure you could.”

  His offer, as appealing as it is, should be easy to accept. We have fun together, and it seems I’m the happiest when I’m with him. But it also makes me worry about things; I don’t want us to jump too fast, too soon.

  Starting the engine to my Jeep, I turn on both of our seat warmers, and he asks me, “So are you coming?”

  “Let me look and see when flights are, and then I’ll decide.”

  “What’s it matter? Leave Friday and return Sunday. I’ll even pay for it,” he’s pushing me and the offer, as sweet as it is, makes me worry it’ll make him eventually resent me. It happened with my ex. He showered me with gifts, so many of them I couldn’t see straight. In the end, he used it against me, said I was only with him for his money, which is the farthest thing from the truth.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks me.

  “Nothing.”

  “Don’t lie. You can tell me anything; you know that, right?”

  “I know I can.”

  Walking inside my place, his hand is around mine, and he’s dropped the subject of me going to see him…for now. I flip on a few lights, and he says to me, “You really have a sick view.”

  “Thanks, I love my place.”

  While he observes the sights of downtown Denver, I pour us each a drink and then strip naked, doing what Merritt and I do best.

  Walking up to him, I can see his reflection in the glass. He’s lost in his own thoughts, and as I stand next to him, he slowly turns his head, a soft growl escaping from his throat.

  “Ohhh, you are so bad.”

  “You make me want to be bad,” I tell him and he finishes his drink in one gulp and then lifts me into his arms and cradles my body against his as he storms into my room, kicking the door all the way open and tossing me on the bed. I laugh falling against the soft fabric and watch him unbutton his tight, navy blue dress shirt. Then he takes his belt off and sets it on the bed, my heart beating faster, wondering if he’s gonna use it to spank me.

  Taking his pants off, his mouthwatering, huge cock makes me so wet, and he asks me, “Where’s the sash?”

  I point to my nightstand drawer. He pulls it out, the soft material resting comfortably in the palm of his hand. “How convenient.” Then he scoots my body up on the bed and stretches my arms high above me.

  Taking the sash, he knots it around one of the slats in my headboard and then secures my wrist to the other end of it. My eyes move from my hand to his eyes and he asks me, “Is this okay?” I nod quickly, never having been tied up before, but never wanting it more than I do with him right now.

  With my other hand fastened in place with the belt, he then takes me by the hips and pulls me as far down the bed as he can. My upper extremities are stretched to the max; I can’t move a single muscle. Everything inside of me is on overdrive. My heart is beating at Mach speed. And he says to me, “If you come visit me, I’ll tie you to my bed for the entire weekend,” and I have to ask, “What are you going to do to me now?”

  “What do you want?”

  “I want you to fuck me and come hard.”

  He takes his hand and begins to rub it over my clit. I arch off the bed from the mere touch of his fingers on me, and he says, “Like this?”

  “That’s good, but I really want your cock.”

  He begins to jerk himself, and I lick my lips.

  “You want to suck me?”

  “Please.” He hovers over me, holding on to the headboard and I open wide so he can stick himself all the way into my mouth. He pumps in and out of me, my hands are tied so I can’t move and my lips stretched so wide that I can’t say a word. Our eyes stay connected, the way they always do. “God, I love your mouth,” he tells me and grunts, moving even faster.

  My pussy is tingling, ready and willing to be played with. But this isn’t about me, it’s about him. As he fucks my mouth, I wait for his cum, but it doesn’t happen.

  Then he stops and slowly removes himself from me. Kneeling between my legs, I spread them wide as he connects our bodies. My body tenses from the fullness; his dick is so hard as he shoves into me.

  Holding his body up on either side of me with his fists balled, he asks me, “Why do you like it slow?”

  “‘Cause I don’t want it to end, so the slower we go, the longer it can last.”

  “That’s not true.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask him, and he pulls me towards him by the hips, pushing into me as deep as he can. I gasp out loud, a sensation unlike any other runs through me as his cock grinds so far into me.

  “Let me show you. I can make you come again and again,” he promises.

  A little hesitant, as I’ve never had a man make me come more than once, I nod, and he begins to move. His hands have a strong hold on my body and every time he slams into me, I cry out in pleasure. My tits bounce from the force of him slamming into me, hitting such a sensitive spot inside me, and as he picks up speed, I can’t control myself, letting go and coming hard.

  He controls my body, still holding on to me as he robs me of my first orgasm. I bow off the bed in his arms, fighting against the restraints, searching for some friction. However, I can’t find any, and now my pussy is so sensitive, I feel like I could lose it, but he keeps moving.

  “Stop,” I tell him, just needing a minute and he shakes his head, barreling faster. “Give in to it, Quinn, let go again.”

  Digging my heels into the mattress, I lose all focus on reality as another blissful orgasm runs through me. I scream loudly, shaking under his control and this time I figure he has to stop…but that’s not what he does.

  His eyes are carnal, his grunts are the loudest I’ve ever heard, and I look at him bewildered, trying to understand what he’s doing to my body. Then he says to me, “It’s okay, baby…let go again.”

  Closing my eyes, I trust in him. Zoning in on the noises in the room…my and Merritt’s moans along with the sound of his balls slapping my ass…pushes me close and as I feel a blast of warm cum fill me, it tips me over, and another orgasm takes over my body. He groans, digging his fingers into my sides.

  I don’t fight it or prepare for what is next. I give completely over to the orgasm, and as he pounds me, he comes again, and it won’t be long, soon I will too. Looking into his clear eyes, he’s got one hell of a smirk on his face, and I say to him, “Why didn’t you do that in Steamboat?”

  “Because you said you liked it slow.”

  He unties my hands, and I rub my wrists. “I thought I did. But had you done that, I might’ve change my mind about ending things after a week.”

  “Are you saying you’d stay with me for my cock?”

  “Maybe,” I smirk, and he begins to tickle me.

  “You’re so bad. Does that mean I can book your flight?”

  I thrash from side to side, fighting him to stop, but he doesn’t. The truth is, I don’t want him to…I never want him to stop. “Answer me,” he orders and the words roll off my tongue as if they aren’t my own, “Okay, I’ll come.”

  Chapter 26

  Merritt

  Lying in bed next to Quinn, she is peacefully asleep. It is barely light out, and I hope I don’t wake her, but my phone has been going off nonstop. My dad seems to be on a new level of craziness, now that I decided to stay in Denver for a few extra days. He doesn’t understand why and for some reason needs to know. He just keeps saying that we have so much work to do and he needs me back at the office.

  As I respond to his last text, I want to tell him to go fuck himself…but I don’t. I’ll be back later on tonight; there’s nothing that can’t wait until then.

  He doesn’t respond and looking at Quinn, she is so beautiful. An email comes through from Suzy distracting me from watching her. It contains Quinn�
�s flight info for Friday, and I couldn’t be happier that she agreed to come and visit me. I respond to her and say thank you, then I forward it to Quinn. I can’t wait to have her in my bed. I’ll make true to my promise and tie her there all weekend if she wants.

  Just as the sun begins to pop up over the horizon, I set my phone down, wanting to make the most of my last day with Quinn. Holding her body tightly, kissing the soft skin of her neck, she wakes slowly with a grin on her face, and when she looks at me like that, my heart melts.

  “You sleep okay?” I ask her.

  “Yeah, the best.”

  “Good, baby,” I tell her and hold her body close to mine. She holds me back, her hands atop mine as we watch the sun crest the morning sky.

  “Is this what you get to wake up to every day?”

  Rolling over in my arms, she says to me, “It is.” and she kisses me. Holding on to the back of her head, I kiss her back. “I don’t want you to go,” she tells me. Hearing her say the words, lets me know that we are headed down the right path, it’s just gonna take baby steps to get there.

  “I don’t want to leave.”

  “Skip work next week and stay here with me.”

  “Ha! I wish I could, beautiful, but my dad is already throwing a tantrum with me staying here longer.”

  “Screw your dad. He sounds like a real asshole, you know that?”

  “Oh, he is, but he’s the only father I got, and he holds the key to my future.”

  “You should call into work, fly home with me, and let me tie you to my bed all week. I’d make you come so many times, you’d never want to leave.”

  “If I miss work Monday, I’ll get fired. Remember the bribe I took so we could go to the Nuggets game? I still have work to do, and the client is coming tomorrow morning.”

  “I guess neither of us can take the time off of work, so we’re just going to have to make the most out of the day.”

  “That we are. What do you want to do?”

  “Oh, that’s up to you. This is your city.”

  She rolls me onto my back and lays her body along mine. “Let’s stay in and fuck.”

  “Okay,” I agree, knowing that’s all I really want to do anyway. We get lost kissing one another, then a knock on her door stops us. She looks at me wide-eyed, and I have no clue what to do.

  “Are you expecting someone?” I ask her, and she scurries to get dressed.

  “No!” She shakes her head and then slams the door, charging out of the room. Curious to see who’s here and a little worried it could be her crazy ex, I get dressed and then reach for the door handle. A man’s voice stops me from proceeding, and I listen to his words. “You look fine, baby, don’t be silly. Do you want this in here?”

  Rage consumes me, and I yank open the door, red-faced and on a mission to fuck up whoever is calling her “baby.”

  “You’re up,” she looks at me with a smile, and I ignore her, stalking towards the fridge. The guy is bent over looking inside of it, and before I can get to him, she jumps in front of me and says, “Merritt, this is my dad, Karl. Daddy, this is, Merritt.”

  Her dad turns around, clearly not expecting her to have company, much less a man. He’s on the defensive right away as he glares at me. After her last breakup, I understand; he doesn’t want to see her hurt again.

  “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” I say, changing my attitude, and extend my hand to him. Reluctantly he shakes it.

  “Is this the guy you told your mom about?” he asks her.

  “Yes, Daddy. Merritt is one of the good ones, though, so go easy on him.”

  “Ha!” he laughs far too loudly, and I’m a little offended. He doesn’t even know me.

  “We’ll see about that. Have dinner with us tonight, would you, son?”

  “I wish I could, sir, but I’m flying home to Texas.”

  “Lunch, then?”

  I glance at Quinn, and she nods, so I agree. Her father gives her a kiss on the cheek and me a stern look as he leaves her condo. “Wow!” I take a seat on the couch, and she sits next to me. “And I thought my old man was tough.”

  “Stop it. He’s really very sweet; he’s just looking out for me. After my last breakup, I was a mess, and he and my mom were there for me.”

  “I guess if I had a daughter and a guy fucked with her, I’d hate all men too.”

  “See? So you get it. Now before we have to spend the day with my dad, will you fuck me again?”

  “You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

  She nods, the cutest expression across her face, and I lift her t-shirt over her head. “What are you gonna do without me this week?”

  “We could have phone sex?”

  I like the idea and that she wants to talk to me during the week. But I don’t focus on it for long as I have her with me, my hands on her body, her eyes locked on mine, and her control relinquished over to me as I slide her panties down her sexy legs, loving her naked. And then I order her to do what I want.

  Chapter 27

  Quinn

  “Would you like more salad, Merritt?” my mom asks as I watch my dad still glaring at him.

  “No, thank you, ma’am.”

  “What is it that you do again, son?”

  “I’m in the oil and gas industry, sir.”

  “Just like the last one,” he mutters under his breath.

  “Excuse me?” Merritt says.

  “Dad, could I talk to you alone, please?” I finally ask him throwing my napkin down, so aggravated with how he’s been treating Merritt. Heading down the hall, I storm into my parents’ office, and he follows, closing the door behind him. “What is your problem with him?”

  “Nothing, I don’t even know him.”

  “Well, you’re sure acting like you do. You’d treat a homeless person on the street better than you’re treating him.”

  “I don’t like the way he stares at you, Quinn.”

  “What are you talking about, Dad?”

  “The look in his eye is a bit much. You two just met, right? And it’s as if you’re it for him.”

  “Then be happy for me, Dad, please? I’ve finally found a good guy. Don’t make this hard on me.”

  My dad steps closer to me, drawing my eyes to his and says, “Do you have any idea how hard that is for a father to do?”

  “I understand that, Dad. Just try…for me…please.”

  He kisses my forehead and then embraces me in a tight hug. As I hold on to him, I hope he can give Merritt a chance. My dad can be cold and closed off, but he is my father after all, and like Merritt said, we only get one.

  ***

  “Well, your mom is great, but I officially think your dad hates me.”

  “No, he doesn’t.” I glance at him as I drive him to the airport, so sad that his time in Denver has already come to an end. I really don’t want him to leave.

  “Why didn’t you tell me your ex was in oil and gas?” he asks me.

  “Because it wasn’t my place to tell and he’s a client…so I have to protect his privacy at all costs.”

  “Even against me?”

  “Especially you, silly. If you find out who he is, I’m sure you’ll send a pipe bomb to his doorstep.”

  “Oohhh, that’s a good idea.”

  Glaring at him, he leans over and kisses my cheek.

  He rests his hand on my thigh, and I can feel myself already getting emotional as we near the airport. “Can we not talk about him anymore?”

  “Of course, babe. I just always want to protect you.”

  “I appreciate that, Merritt, so much. You’re so good to me.” Looking over at him, I miss him already. “Can I walk you in?” I ask him.

  “If you want to, sure.”

  “We could find a bathroom and have a quickie?” I offer with a smirk but can see he is actually considering it. Following the signs to the short-term parking, I take the first spot that I see. When I turn the car off, the tears prick the back of my eyes, and I fight them to stop
. Merritt is oblivious as he kisses my neck, sucking and nipping on the skin and groping my breasts.

  I try and fight back the emotions, but it’s hard, and a sob creeps out of me.

  Alarmed, he pulls away, looking at me and once he can see that I’m visibly upset, he unlatches my seatbelt and pulls me over and onto his lap. Sitting comfortably in his hold, I stay in this moment for as long as I can.

  “It’s only four days, and then I’ll see you Friday,” he tells me, trying to reassure me.

  “It’s not that,” I say to him, choking back a sob.

  “What is it then?” He brushes the hair out of my face waiting for me to tell him, and I hate to admit what I’m feeling, but he forces me to. “Tell me, please?”

  “I’m just scared. This has all been so perfect, and I worry it won’t last.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “A guy like you can’t possibly be content long-term with a girl like me.”

  He’s so confused, looking at me with a bewildered expression across his face. “Why would you think that?”

  I shake my head, not wanting to elaborate any further. “Never mind.”

  “No, don’t brush this off like that, tell me.”

  “It’s my own insecurities getting the best of me, and it was stupid of me to let them out to begin with.”

  “Nothing you ever say or feel is stupid. Don’t you understand? Talk to me.”

  Gazing into his sexy eyes, he cups my cheek in the palm of his hand, his other arm still holding me tightly. “You need to understand how perfect you are in my eyes. I’ll never hurt you; that’s a promise you have to remember, okay?”

  Listening to his words, they resonate deep inside of me. I’m not sure why I believe him, but I do.

  “Thank you.”

  “For what?”

  “For understanding me and reassuring me.”

  “Of course. I wish I didn’t have to go.”

  “It’s only for a few days,” I say, trying to believe the words myself. And I’m stunned to realize how quickly I’ve gone from not wanting to see him, to dreading him leaving. Now to just make it through the week.

  Chapter 28