Protected

by April Zyon

“Not until I say you can. Ride that edge, hold off.” He went back to sucking hard on her clit, scraping his teeth to the tight bud, tugging occasionally. He pressed another finger into her sheath, stretching her as he pumped in and out without pause.

  Her fingernails dug into the wood of the headboard. She was desperate to release. Sweat dotted her body as she kept from giving in to that delicious pull of release. The sounds that Jason made. The way he devoured her. It was erotic in a way that she hadn’t known existed.

  His other hand moved, rubbing at her anus, brushing the tight bud. “Have you ever had someone take you here?” he asked, his lips moving against her mound.

  “I’ve wanted it, but no one has ever been there before, Sir.” She gasped as he teased her, shivering in reaction. “I trust you.” She believed in him, trusted him and only him. She was his in all ways.

  “When we get back to the Mountain, we’ll work on getting you ready to take me here. Because I definitely want to slide my cock into this tight little hole.” With a smile, he put his mouth back onto her and flicked at her clit with his tongue some more.

  “Yes, Sir,” Vivian hissed and shook with the thought. She was nearly ready to explode.

  “It’s making you hot, isn’t it? The thought of my cock there, pushing deep inside that tight little hole where no other man has been or ever will be. My pussy free for me to do with as I want as you ride my cock hard. Vivian, sweetheart, come for me now,” he ordered.

  Her release came at the demand from his lips. She let go. Her screams tore through the air, and her body bowed as a pleasure she had never felt before swamped her. The tidal wave of her orgasm seemed to continue to feed itself, creating rushes of tsunami-like pleasure racing through her. Never once did she release the headboard. In fact, she held on to it for dear life as she came crashing back to earth.

  “There you go,” he cooed. Jason had moved at some point and was lying next to her, his arms around her torso as he stroked her cheek with light fingers. “Slow your breathing, Vivian. I have you, not letting go. Just slow your breathing and calm for me, sweetheart.”

  She used his voice to center herself and finally opened her eyes to look at him. “That was incredible.” She had never felt so good in all of her life. Never had an orgasm been as climactic as that one had. “Thank you, Sir. For knowing what I needed, even when I didn’t.” She was in awe of him. He amazed her.

  “I’m still figuring it out, Vivian. In time, I’ll know it all, at least in relation to you.” He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and rolled from the bed. Without a trace of self-consciousness, he walked to her bathroom and, moments later, came back with a damp cloth and a glass of water.

  Helping her to sit up, he sat behind her, cradling her in his arms as he handed her the glass. The cloth he used to wipe her face and arms, cooling her off slowly. “When we get into more intensive play, the aftercare is a huge part of it all. Even with endorphins running rampant in your body, you need to take time to come down from the high. So, even though we haven’t done a whole lot yet, we’ll practice the aftercare steps each and every time.”

  “Thank you.” She moved in closer to him. “I love you, Jason. And if I didn’t before, I love you even more now. I know, how strange, right? But you’ve given me the most pleasure and care that I’ve ever been shown in my life.”

  “This is nothing compared to all that’s going to come in our future. I love you, Vivian. I’ll always look out for you. It’s also why there are specific rules to what we do, safety measures we take. Because in the moment, when we’re both deeply involved, I may not always be aware of what all is going on. I’ll try to be, just like in every other situation, but I can’t promise you that I will be.” He was stroking his fingers up and down her arm. She was cocooned by his body.

  She took another sip of water, then set the glass aside. “Let me up. I need to wash up. ” She wanted to know what they would do next, couldn’t wait for it, actually.

  His arms slid away, and he helped her move to the edge. “Take your time,” he said, passing her the cloth. “When you come back, I want you up in the center, on your hands and knees, ass up in the air. I’ll be waiting for you.”

  “Yes, Sir,” Viv agreed softly and walked away. At the door, she turned. “I’ll be right back.” She disappeared into the bathroom.

  Five minutes later, she was back in the bedroom, on the center of the bed. On her hands and knees, with her ass in the air and shoulders to the mattress, she waited for him as instructed.

  He climbed up behind her, his hands stroking over the curve of her bottom. “Spread your legs a little more.” When she did as he asked, he squeezed her butt. “Good girl. You have a beautiful ass, Vivian.” With that said, he smacked her right cheek, then her left, his hands moving over them a moment later to rub at her burning skin. He repeated the process twice more, each smack a little harder than the one before. After each set, he rubbed to soothe the sting away.

  She loved the way that he warmed her bottom, the way he then massaged the stings away. She had never thought she would like it, but every single time that he swatted her had her close to coming. “Please, Sir. That feels so good.”

  The next smack landed harder than the ones previously. He spanked her right, left, then did each side again before pausing to stroke the sting away. “Would you like some more?”

  “Yes, please, Sir,” she begged him and shifted so that her butt was higher in the air. She was stunned by just how well he seemed to know her body, how well he was able to strum and play her, how perfectly he was able to ease her into that place of need and submission all at once.

  He gave her what she wanted, smacking her over and over. Every now and again, he’d pause and rub his palms over her heated flesh, letting the pain subside a little before starting again. He kept it up for a while, until the pain morphed into something more.

  He moved behind her, his cock rubbing against her wet folds. She bit her lower lip as the fat head of his cock brushed against her pussy. Then he smacked her bottom, hard, really hard. He rocked his hips, the head of his cock rubbing up and down her folds and over her clit.

  She had jolted, but felt her pussy creaming as he eased in a couple inches. Then, hands on her hips, he thrust into her hard. He only gave her a moment before he began to fuck her. Hard and fast, he took her over and over, never slowing. “Yes, gods, yes, Sir.” She fisted the sheets under her body as she moved with him, pleasure unlike anything she had ever known filling her completely. “Please, Sir.” She was close, but she wouldn’t go without him. Viv needed Jason with her when she finally gave in and came a second time.

  “Do not come until I tell you,” he demanded with a growl. His hands moved up her ribs to her armpits, and he lifted her up. One arm wrapped around her torso to hold her against his chest, and he cupped her breast. The other adjusted her legs so that she was straddling him better before moving to toy with her clit.

  She was so open there on his lap. Her head fell back to his shoulder, and she was once again amazed by the sheer strength of him. She licked her lips and shuddered. She was holding off her own orgasm, forcing it under control, because she could have easily went flying into screaming pleasure. “Please, Sir,” she gasped, her eyes wide. She bit her lower lip in concentration.

  “Not yet,” he growled against her ear. “You can hold it longer. I like how you’re squeezing me so tight. Every time I push my cock into your sweet little pussy, you clamp down so hard, trying to hold me there.” He pinched and rolled her clit slowly as he did the same with her nipple, never once pausing in his deep thrusts.

  “It’s because I was made for you. My pussy is welcoming you home, Sir.” She whimpered. “I’ll hold on for you. Always. I’m yours.” And she was, he knew it as well as she did. She was his. Forever.

  He laughed softly as he tugged on her clit. “I don’t want you to be in pain, sweetheart. So come for me, squeeze my cock, hard, as you take everything I have to give. Scream for me.” His teeth scraped
lightly over her neck as he thrust up into her and stilled, his hot seed filling her sheath.

  Vivian came, her eyes watering and vision wavering. She screamed his name. Her pussy clenched on his cock and milked him for every drop that he had to offer. Then she collapsed against him, her whole body going completely limp.

  “I love you, Jason,” she murmured before dropping off into sleep from the sheer exhaustion that caught her unawares and pulled her under with that orgasm. She passed out against his chest, her head against his shoulder, lolling to the side.

  Chapter Seven

  They were on the ferry to head back to the island as soon as it arrived at the docks. Jason had woken her up early with coffee and breakfast, and since then, had been watching her with a concerned expression on his face. He’d been coddling her the entire time, barely letting her even go to the bathroom by herself.

  Vivian looked up and caught him staring at her again. “Okay, out with it. Why are you looking at me that way? You’re scaring me.” She reached out and took his hand in hers, giving it a squeeze as she spoke to him. “I’m okay, Jase. I’m right here at your side, and I’m happier than I ever thought that I would be in life. I’m good, love, so why the looks of worry?”

  “You passed out on me last night. You had me freaking out for a long time. I was terrified I’d pushed you too far, Vivian. So, yeah, I’m worried and watching you.” He tugged her in close to hug her to his side as the wind pushed at them.

  “Jason.” She turned in his arms and moved so that they were chest to chest and she could wrap her arms around his middle. “I passed out last night because I had never felt so much pleasure before. I had never felt so good, so right, in all of my life. The feeling of you spilling so hard and so deep inside of me was perfect. All of it was perfect. You took care of me. You made sure that I was cleaned up and settled into bed with you.

  “I was covered and held in your arms last night. It was right, Jason. It was perfect. I couldn’t have asked for anything better in all of my life. I told you that I would tell you if I didn’t think I could handle anything, but what we did last night was perfect.” She was repeating herself, but she wanted him to see that she truly was happy and had loved everything they had done together.

  “Doesn’t mean I’m not going to worry about you,” he muttered. Cupping her head, he tugged her closer to tuck her under his chin. “You’re mine to worry about, Vivian. Especially when we’re doing something new. Besides, there’s really not much you can say to stop me.” He let out a sigh and squeezed her. “We’re almost to the island. We should get back to the truck so we can get moving as soon as we dock.”

  “You’re right, there’s nothing I can do to get you to stop worrying about me, so I’ll just keep assuring you that I’m fine.” She pulled back to look up at him and added, “I do love the way you hug me and hold me when you worry about me, after all.”

  Jason snorted at that and rolled his eyes. Pressing a kiss to her mouth, he bit her lower lip and tugged gently. “I love you, Vivian, but try not to be a thorn in my ass, okay?”

  “I’ll try.” She grinned. “You took care of me, Jason. Can’t you trust that?” She had enjoyed it the first time. Granted the second time she was dead to the world, but that was only because she’d come so hard that she was sure her entire soul had gone flying out the window, right along with her screams. “We’re good.” She kissed the underside of his chin and added, “I love you, too, Jason.”

  He gave her another squeeze before his arms dropped away from her. “Come on. Into the truck, woman. We haven’t heard from your sister or James since last night, which worries me. One of them should have called after the storm dissipated.” The storm had, according to Jason, blown through around one in the morning. He’d tried a number of times after that to call James, all with no answer.

  She sighed. “You’re right. We need to be sure they haven’t killed each other.” James should have at least called or texted Jason. He was, after all, the one who was demanding that they got there sooner rather than later.

  While they drove, Viv worried. She worried about the lack of communication from James and worried that maybe Sophia had gotten her feelings hurt again. It didn’t make sense why Sophia would be upset with James, but who knew?

  “We’ll be there soon,” Jason comforted. “Try not to bounce out of your seat.”

  When they arrived at the home, she looked at Jason and shrugged. “Well, the place is still standing.” She got out of the truck and headed for the door, chewing her lip as she walked. At the door, she didn’t knock. She simply grabbed the spare key from under the welcome mat and went inside.

  What Vivian saw shocked her. Completely. There on the floor, spooned together under blankets and in front of an obviously long-dead fire, were James and Sophia. Fi was facing James, her arms clearly around him, and James’s body was wrapped protectively around Sophia’s.

  “What in the bloody hell is going on here?” Vivian demanded, her voice loud. Then she squeaked in shock when James quickly woke and turned a gun her way. “Holy balls,” she whispered with wide eyes. She had never seen anyone move that fast before, ever.

  “Jesus H. Christ,” James muttered. His head dropped to the pillow, and he tucked the gun away somewhere. “Couldn’t you have knocked or something?” he grumbled around a yawn.

  Jason was at her side, looking about as shocked as she felt. He hadn’t even twitched when James had drawn the gun. “What the hell, James? Last time we talked, it sounded like Sophia was going to kill you. Now you’re snuggled up with her.”

  “Body heat,” he said, with a glare their way. “No power, no heat, and it was getting damn fucking cold here. So we did the smart thing and shared body heat in front of the fire to stay warm through the night.”

  “What about the generator?” Vivian asked, her mouth opening and closing like a guppy.

  Sophia didn’t wake, but she did shift when Vivian spoke. Vivian frowned when she heard Fia saying, “Calm down, Billy. Everything is okay.”

  Vivian looked at James and cocked her head to the side. “Why is she calling you Billy? Isn’t your name James?” Suddenly, she remembered the name of the man that Fia had been convinced was hers and that was just not good. At all. Just seeing them there as they were had Viv terrified for her sister’s heart.

  “My legal name is James Butler Hickok, but my moniker in the day was Wild Bill,” he answered, shooting her a glare. “Bill, Billy, same thing,” he grumbled. “Gods, I really wish she’d stop calling me that. Bad memories.”

  Jason appeared to be choking and began to cough. He turned slightly, and she could see that he was grinning behind the hand he was using to shield his face.

  Vivian moved into the room and glared at James. It was dawning on her now why Fia had been so upset with the man. “Bugger off,” she muttered. “I need to try to wake Fi. Damn woman sleeps like the dead.” She stroked her sister’s long, dark hair. “Go. Get coffee or something. Just leave.” Jesus. The sooner that Viv could get Sophia away from James, the better. No wonder Sophia was heartbroken and upset with the damn man.

  “I would, but she’s holding on pretty tight. Considering when we finally fell asleep, why don’t the two of you bugger off,” James answered. He put his head down then and drew Sophia closer, to which the other woman let out a sigh and snuggled in.

  Jason was laughing straight out behind her now, no longer bothering to hide the fact that he was amused. “Vivian, come on, sweetheart. Let’s go and start the coffee. I have a feeling we’ll need it to get through today.”

  “I think you’re right.” Viv sighed and walked toward Jason. She led him to the kitchen, and as soon as the door closed, she looked at him. “He has no clue, does he? He has no clue who he’s holding?” She felt intensely sad at that thought but knew it was true.

  She didn’t think that James realized who Sophia was to him, and even this morning he didn’t seem to know. He acted more like a man used to having a woman in his arms and
treated Sophia like that. It broke her heart—the thought of what pain Fia would go through when they left and James went back to his womanizing ways.

  “Hey,” Jason whispered. Gathering her in his arms, he held her close, rocking her back and forth. “I warned you it was a possibility. He’ll figure it out in time, but you can’t interfere with any of it. None of us can. He’ll feel the pull to be with her, just as she feels the pull to be with him. The universe, the gods, the Fates … whoever put this into place knew what they were doing, Vivian.

  “We’ll be there for Sophia if she needs us, but we can’t screw around in something that has nothing to do with us. And their relationship, or non-relationship, has absolutely nothing to do with us.”

  Viv nodded and held on to Jason. She took the time to focus and center herself. “Okay. I think I’m together. I won’t say anything to them. I promise. I just hope Fia doesn’t demand that James pull his head out of his ass. Ya know?”

  “No interference, Vivian,” he said again. He hugged her tight. “Why don’t you get the coffee on while I see what I can put together to potentially feed us all?”

  “We’ll all stick together, and we can leave as soon as you want to. Could we possibly just fly out as soon as we get back to the mainland?”

  “Yeah, we can. James came on one of the jets we have for our use, so I know it’s still at the airport,” he told her. “We’ll just have to give the pilots two hours heads-up to get everything prepped. Which should give us time to go back to your place for Sophia to pack up anything and everything she needs for the immediate future. Once you’re both safe, we’ll arrange a moving company to pack up your house and her studio, if she’s feeling trusting enough, to bring it all down to the Mountain.”

  “Sounds good to me.” Vivian moved so that she could rub her cheek to Jason’s and smiled. “Have I mentioned to you just how much I adore having you like this? How much I love having you holding on to me? If not, I should.”