Shaking my head and trying to clear my thoughts, I turned the car off, stopping the song. At her door, I stopped, took a breath. Hit the button for her apartment. She buzzed me in without a word. That shit isn’t safe, little one. She opened the door to her apartment as I mounted the steps.
I waited for her to say something, but she just waited. Standing there, jeans and a long sleeve T-shirt, barefoot. Hair wild. Beautiful. I’m so fucked. I grabbed her around the waist and kissed her, deciding I was going to keep going until she gave me any indication that she didn’t want it, didn’t want me. She tensed at first then leaned into me, relaxed against me.
She smiled as the kiss ended, looking up at me, saying, “I made some lasagna and a salad. Hope that’s okay.” She gestured toward the couch, as she finished some things in the kitchen.
By all means, girlie. You can wait on me. I smiled, “Perfect. How was talking with June?”
She answered me from the kitchen, “Well, first of all she is a genius and secondly, she loves you.”
What the fuck was that? Did she really think that?
“She’s married.” We were on the cusp of when most girls in my past had gone all sideways, crazy as fuck.
“No! She loves you like a brother. She helped me process some things, but she was also protective of you. She’s a good friend. I’m glad you have her in your life.”
I was pleased with that, but…process things?
This was what I was worrying about. Confront it, Stone. “What did you need to process?”
“A bunch of stuff.”
She thought she was cute, thought I couldn’t tell that she was trying to fuck with me a bit. Not happening, little one. I felt the rumble in my chest before I knew I was making a disapproving sound.
I cut it off and tried to communicate like a human. “Little girl. I want to know. I don’t need to know your whole conversation, but I do want to talk about last night. How are you and did talking with her help?”
She disappeared below the counter as she took the lasagna out of the oven. She took too long to answer, and I started to tense my muscles to go get her. But she started speaking and I relaxed back into the couch. “Xander, it helped me fast forward through processing it, but I would have gotten to the same place either way.”
And that it is?
“It was incredibly hot.”
What? No really… What? “Hot?” My dick twitched a bit.
“Yeah, hot. You…you took my breath away. It was stunning to see you so raw, so pure. It scared me and it turned me on. I mean, you know how wet I was.” As she spoke, she put the oven mitts down and came into the living room. She knelt in front of me. Like she is fucking trained already. The voice screaming in my head was too loud. I sent a mental Xanax through my muscles. Slow the fuck down, boyo.
I kissed her forehead and tipped her head back with my thumb under her chin. “You didn’t feel jealous?”
She paused a beat and looked at me, her eyes not hiding anything.. “A little. But, I don’t know. I’m the one you fucked.”
Jesus Christ—sub jackpot!
“There was something sort of amazing about it. I don’t think I could ever handle that kind of thing, though. I’m sorry, I just don’t think I want that.”
She was apologizing for not wanting to get the shit beat out of her. I knew it was fucked up, but I thought her fucked up parts might match my fucked up parts. “You’re not a pain slut. And honestly, I don’t think I could do that to you.” My thoughts went back to standing over that slave, but seeing Leda, and the feeling that gave me. “A few times, I sort of saw you in her place, and it took me out of the moment.”
I leaned forward, kissing her hair and neck, wanting to protect her and knowing that, on some level, I wanted to protect her from me. Love was a serious mindfuck. “Leda.” I murmured her name and pulled her into my lap, straddling me so I could see her face. “I was so anxious about last night. What parts did you get jealous about?”
She was uncomfortable. Her gaze slipped away from mine as she answered, voice soft. “Grinding your dick in her face. I mean, it was a little much, right?”
If we were at a limit, I needed to know. But all I had wanted in that moment was to be grinding in her face. I let the dominance out a bit, and my voice had an edge when I answered. “Did you wish I was grinding my dick in your face, little girl?” I saw that flush in her cheeks and she dropped her gaze completely. Shame. I smiled as she nodded, small and embarrassed. I wanted her to lean into her shame, wanted her to admit that she wanted the things she wanted. “Say it.”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes… I wanted your dick in my face.” She mumbled it, and looked up at me, probably trying to gauge how much I was judging her. No, honey. You get good stuff when you debase yourself for me. My cock surged.
I stood, keeping her wrapped around me. “What else did you wish I was doing to you instead of her?” I carried her into her bedroom and tossed her down on her ridiculous little fairy tale bed, planning to do some evil there. She hadn’t answered, and I started pulling off my belt, thinking of wailing on her ass with it.
She knelt in the center of the bed, watching me, pupils widening, nipples just tightening enough to be visible. “Uhh…her nipples. You were pinching her. It seemed too…intimate. And I didn’t mind the wax”—her voiced softened with embarrassment—“but I think we could try that sometime, too.”
So fucking perfect. “Jesus, little girl. Are you just innocence incarnate?” I asked the air around me, not really expecting her to answer. I opened the fly of my jeans and pulled my cock out. “Get your mouth on my cock.”
She looked at me in want and I flexed my muscles, sort of preening, as I reached to pull my shirt over my head. She slipped to the floor and engulfed me in the warm wetness of her mouth. She knelt in front of me, working her throat around me, licking. She didn’t seem to ever mind getting drooly and messy when she sucked my cock and the sloppiness just made it hotter.
“Give me your hands.” My voice was strained, but she reached up, let me crush her little wrists in my fist. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” She had paused, waiting to see what I was doing. I pulled her arms against me, and she moved her face down my length, swallowing against any resistance in her throat. “That’s my good girl.” My voice was soft and she looked up at me, with my cock still half in her mouth.
I swallowed hard against the surge of wickedness that rushed through me at the look in her wide eyes, the shimmer of cock-drool on her chin. This wasn’t enough. I wanted her body under me, pressed down tight, I wanted to hold her down and make her take everything I gave her.
I let her work on me a little longer, but as I started to feel the pressure of my orgasm brewing in my balls, I stepped back—simultaneously pulling my cock out of her mouth and pulling her forward by her arms. She was left off balance, mouth wet and gaping. “Get naked.”
She regained her balance when I let go of her wrists and she stood, pulling her shirt over her head. Her plump tits bounced in a raw-red lace bra. Her nipples were visible, deep and rosy. She peeled out of her jeans. And was only wearing a tiny g-string, black. One of the super-low ones made for the ridiculous low cut jeans chicks wore now. The string cut into her hips a little as it dropped to the small triangle of fabric covering her.
I nodded at the bed. “Get up there.” She scrambled backward as I advanced, and I saw a little fear in her eyes. She knew what I could do…what I did. She knew I would do it. Her nipples tightened more. I shook my head at her. “You’re not fucking naked.”
Her eyebrows shot up on her face, even as a smile played over her lips. She was having fun. My heavy heart lightened a little. Could she really be willing to take me as I am? She reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall away. She held my gaze as she slipped her thumbs under the g-string. But I cut her off, “You took too long, little girl. Leave it.”
Confusion crossed her face and she slowly p
ulled her hands away, let them hang at her sides, as I crawled onto the bed. I pressed her back with a hand on her sternum. She took it, leaning back and maneuvering her legs around so my torso was between her knees.
I reached down and grabbed the wisp of cloth that was supposed to be panties. A resigned expression settled in her features, which was replaced with a little surprise, when I didn’t rip it off her. I pulled it aside and yanked up a little, knowing it was pulling tight in her ass and pussy. She gasped and before she recovered from that, I pushed my cock into her. Her gasp became a moan.
After we both came, we took a quick shower to rinse our skin, and went back to the kitchen for dinner. She was getting close to being completely unselfconscious around me. She had just put on a pair of tiny shorts that I hoped to God she only wore to bed and the same T-shirt. Her ass cheeks were visible, jiggling, cute and sexy. I wanted to put a handprint on her so bad.
I smiled at the thought. Smiled at the relative release of pressure from my heart. I knew she was mine.
“What?” She cocked her head to the side, smiling back at me.
“Hmm? Nothing.” I held the laugh in, but knew it was reflected in my face. She was fun to tease.
She threw her napkin at me. “Come on! What are you thinking over there?” I didn’t answer her, letting her clear the dishes. When she dropped them in the sink, she looked over the counter at me, trying to look hard and failing miserably. “You know what? No dessert till you tell me.”
Oh fuck no, girlie. “Number one, you’re dessert and I’ll have you whenever I want.” I smiled, lightening my tone. “Number two, I was thinking about how good I feel after last night. It definitely drained the aggression but…I can’t seem to get enough of you now.”
She held her breath a moment and her hands must have stilled because the clink of dishes paused before she answered, “What about you? How was it to have me there last night? Was it weird?”
Weird probably isn’t the right word. But not usual, I guess. Uncomfortable, yes. A total mindfuck, absolutely. “I was worried you might freak out a little.” Or a lot. I stood and cleared the rest of the dishes from the coffee table. When I stood behind her at the sink, I pressed my body against hers and put the dishes in the sink. I dropped my face to her neck, breathing her, tasting her again and again. These little shorts were the best and worst thing ever all at once. “But Goddamn, the look on your face and knowing you were there watching me with her—fuck, it got me so hard. I wanted you, on your knees, begging me, big eyes looking up at me.”
I skated my fingertips over her hip, under the shirt, felt the stagger in her breath. Digging my fingertips into her skin, I spun her to face me. I crowded her space, face just above hers, my hands gripping the counter on either side of her. “Leda. Can you take it?”
Her face blanked. She opened her lips to say something, but nothing came out. I drove my hand up the front of her body, between her breasts, to her face. I held her toward me, forced her to hold my gaze. “Can. You. Take. It? All of it? All of me?” My breath caught in my throat and a sick knot tightened in my gut.
She trembled, pupils dilating. “Yes.” She whispered it, but she didn’t look away. It was real.
“I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to fuck you.” I grabbed the hair on the back of her head. “I’m going to make you cry. I’m going to put you on your knees.” Her tremble was a full shudder now, as I started pulling her to her bedroom. “I’m going to stretch you open. I’m going to tie you down. I’m going to make you scream.”
There’s a place to grab a scalp that hurts without pulling too much hair out, at the base of the skull. I pulled her along and when we got to her bed, I threw her down. She panted, didn’t move otherwise, only waited for me to defile her.
I was absolutely in love with her.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Leda
Garbage, You Look So Fine
I kept my eyes closed and let myself get lost in it, in him. When he lay down on top of me, I wrapped my arms around him, clutching him to me. Waves and waves of happiness washed through me. He was everything, a whole world unto himself.
He murmured something to me as he ran his hands through my hair. I missed it, but the sweetness in the tone sounded so much like love. I was falling for him, falling into him.
Once we were naked, he pressed his body back down on mine. Our eyes locked in a close gaze. I had my hands resting on his shoulders and angled my legs around him. A look of awe crossed his face, almost incredulous. But whatever the thought was, he didn’t voice it. He just slipped into me, holding me. I trapped him against me, locking my ankles together.
Mine.
He shifted within the confines of my legs, no complaint at how tightly I grabbed him. He slid within me. The sensation of him dragging against my skin was overwhelming, distracting, and the joy that I had been feeling since acceptance had washed through me exploded in my chest. My smile cracked wide across my face.
He planted his elbows just above my shoulders and brushed my hair back from my face, smiling at me, kissing me. He pulled back in the midst of kissing me and I followed him up. He took the advantage and slipped his hands under my head, cradling me to him. I mewled a little sound of appreciation, licking his lips and shifting my hips to clench him.
It was a give and take. His move then mine. Then his reaction again. He ground his pelvis into me and the deep pressure made me gasp. I arched against him, pressing my breasts up toward him. I stretched back from him and his eyes glinted with something I couldn’t name. He kept at my pussy, stroking harder each time, until I gasped at the apex of each of his thrusts.
My fingers traced up his back, over ridges of the muscles in his arms. I wanted to make it better for him. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel. I closed my eyes for a moment and when I opened them, the cold stare was there. He was there. There was a pause, a moment when the world waited. I waited, breath held.
He half-growled and yanked my head back with a hand tangled in my hair. When my throat was bared to him, he dropped his lips on me, his teeth grazing me. Cold electric shocks fired through me and I spasmed involuntarily.
He shifted himself around and pressed his elbow onto the front of my shoulder, holding me down and still keeping a hand wrapped in my hair. With his other hand, he traced over my skin toward my nipple. The intermingled sensations contrasted against each other, overloading me.
My brain wasn’t working right. My thoughts piled on each other incoherently. I was just reaction and reaction and reaction to each thing he did. I twisted and twitched away from him, then back toward him. His fingertips traced my nipple. I shivered and arched my back to press into his hands. His made a low chuckle tinged with ownership.
He gave my nipple a small pinch, then brought his fingers to my lips. He watched me, concentrating on my response to him. The pads of his fingers traced over my lips and pushed them apart. I opened my mouth, but not wide enough. He hooked his fingers on my lower teeth and snagged them down, forcing my mouth open to its extreme.
He stroked my tongue before moving his fingertips to my jaw line, just holding my mouth open. “Just like that, little girl.” He murmured as he moved his lips over me. Licking my mouth.
And his hips, his cock kept pushing into me. Relentless. He seemed engrossed in my mouth, grazing my lips, watching my tongue struggling to find a place that wasn’t so exposed. I shifted and brushed my hand over his shoulder. It snapped him out of his wonderment about my mouth, and a look of pure aggression crossed his face.
He pushed himself up, so he was over me, swiping a hand between us to grab up my wrists. I was drowning in sensation, unable to get away from it, away from him. The impulse was there. It was too much, too intense. He was too close. I was too raw, too vulnerable. But he held my wrists there, pressed into the mattress right above my head. I couldn’t go anywhere. I was only where he held me. Kissing me.
I let it happen, didn’t even consider safewording. It was ter
rifying, but I wanted to be pushed wherever he was, wherever he wanted to push me. I wanted all of him. I let myself fall into him and the fear fell away. I stretched back and clamped my legs around him. I opened my eyes and met his gaze, refused the impulse to shrink away from him, away from how scary it was to be this open to someone.
He saw it, right away. He held my gaze, a slight sheen of sweat on his forehead. I wanted to hear him tell me he loved me. I wanted to know that I made him happy. That I was his and special and… I didn’t even know the words for it.
He held my gaze and whispered, gentle, soft. “You’re perfect, little girl. Everything about you makes me want more of you.”
“Then take more of me.”
His blank face melted to something warmer and he growled and pounded his hips against me. I moaned, letting my mouth fall open and his eyes dropped to my lips.
“Fuck. The sounds you make, Leda.” His breath was a low grunt at each thrust. He released my wrists and slipped his forearms under my shoulders so he could grip the back of my neck, pushing me down to meet him when he pushed into me. Harder, harder, harder.
And it felt so good, the nerves low in my pelvis were smothered in pleasure, no way away from it. Melting over my bones, melting onto him. My breath was ragged and I felt so close to coming, so close to him. My thoughts fired out of order, not making sense. Just flashes always shattered away by him, his overwhelming presence.
I put my fingertips on his chest and traced up to his throat. When he met my gaze again, I whispered, “Please.” Not knowing what I was asking for, and holding back against the instinct to call him Daddy.
He saw it there though, saw his little girl, right where she should be, under him, begging quietly. He groaned hard and came, pressing me down into the mattress. He was everything. The only thing that mattered to me at that moment.
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