by L. J. Dee
Lucas didn’t make a move to fuck me, just lying beside me as I basked in euphoria, smiling down at me, kissing me gently and trailing soft fingers up and down my arm. I doubted I’d have had the strength anyway, warmed by the knowledge he had taken me to the heights of pleasure without demanding any sexual release for himself. It was novel, unique and utterly selfless as I curled into him, trying to mutter the occasional sentence, but most of the time it was pretty incoherent as he laughed softly.
I wondered whether this is what taking drugs felt like. If it was I had a whole new sympathy for addicts. I could get used to this way too easily, my blood felt somehow lighter and filled with a buzzing electricity it was difficult to compare to anything I’d felt before. My worries had dissipated, fears and anxieties far from my mind as he moved me eventually, dressing me tenderly. I didn’t want to move, glad that he’d taken charge of getting me home, left to my own devices I’d have stayed here all night.
We were in the car before I knew what was happening as Lucas dialled Chas over the telephone system. “We’re coming for Dex and taking him to my place. Can you pack him an overnight bag?” Lucas asked, turning to smile at me.
“Sure. I need to be out of here in about an hour, will you be back by then?” she asked.
“Yes,” Lucas answered, smiling as he glanced and the clock and then at me.
“Where’s Jess, Lucas?” she asked as he glanced at me again, smiling back as my head lolled peacefully against the seat.
“Right here,” he said, laughing gently as he hung up the phone and we drove in silence before he pulled up to the apartment.
“Stay there, baby, I’ll get him,” he smiled and I was grateful, unsure whether my limbs were actually operational yet. I don’t know what the hell he’d done to me tonight, but it felt blissful.
He was only gone a few minutes before he was running back to the car with Dexter at his side, an overnight Disney bag slung across his shoulder as he lifted him into the back seat and told him to “Belt up.”
“Hey, Mummy,” he quipped as I turned to smile at him.
“Hey, Dex, have you had a good day, Buddy?” I asked on autopilot as he nodded excitedly and I jumped at the tap on the side of the window, turning to see Chas frowning at me.
“Why didn’t you come up?” she asked as Lucas pressed a button to open the window.
“I’m just a bit tired,” I said which she seemed to find odd, fixing a steely glare on Lucas before waving enthusiastically at Dex.
“Have a good night, squirt,” she said, blowing him a kiss as Lucas pulled out into the traffic.
Dexter chattered all the way to his apartment as Lucas listed the numerous films he had to choose from and I closed my eyes, listening to them.
“Mummy won’t let me watch that,” I heard every now and again, thinking as long as it was appropriate I couldn’t care less what we watched, I’d most likely be asleep at this rate. By the time we arrived they’d compromised on some film about talking dogs. According to Lucas it was a classic, and from the way that Dexter was watching him in absolute awe I imagined he’d have gone along with anything he said.
“Wow,” Dexter said over and over as we entered the apartment and I couldn’t help but smile. I’d never been anywhere like it and Dexter certainly hadn’t. An older lady who I assumed to be his housekeeper was waiting in the kitchen, smiling broadly at all three of us.
“Jess, Dexter, this is Mrs Kilbride my housekeeper,” Lucas smiled as I looked into her kind eyes, smiling broadly. She was in her late fifties, with dark hair that was greying at the sides and roots, homely looking with soft, grey eyes and I warmed to her immediately.
“What would you like to drink, Dexter?” she asked as he stared up at her wide eyed. “Come and choose,” she smiled, pulling open a huge refrigerator reserved just for soft drinks as he stared between me and Lucas, gasping and smiling in sheer astonishment at the bottles lined up on the shelves. I hoped he didn’t expect this at home, we only ever had squash.
“Can I have a lemonade, Mummy?” he asked as I nodded, leaning against Lucas who put his arm around my shoulders, smiling as Mrs Kilbride poured his drink into a tall glass.
“What are you doing for food, Lucas?” she asked as he looked at me, pulling me closely against him.
“I’ll send out for pizza, you can get off home now,” he said as she ruffled Dexter’s hair and I got the feeling she liked having him here.
“What’s your favourite pizza, Dexter?” she asked , taking off her pinny and folding it neatly before popping it in one of the incredible pull out cupboards.
“Hawaiian,” he smiled as she laughed softly, muttering something about hot fruit being a strange choice for a child. I couldn’t argue; it was.
“I’ll order and wait for it to be delivered before I go. You take Dexter to set the film up,” she smiled as Lucas pulled out a chair for me and I sat, smiling up at him as he leaned to kiss my lips. I looked down to see Dexter staring at us.
I couldn’t decide if he was ecstatic, embarrassed or somewhere in between as Lucas took him off to sort out the film, running back minutes later, red faced and totally out of breath. “A cinema,” he was panting, my bemused frown betraying I had no idea what he was talking about as I heard Lucas’s low chuckle behind me.
“I think he’s trying to tell you I have a cinema room.” I looked up at him laughing and shaking my head. Why the hell did that not surprise me?
“What pizza do you like, Jess?” Mrs Kilbride asked as I thought about it for a second. It was clear I wasn’t firing on all cylinders right now, and I hoped the kind housekeeper wouldn’t get the wrong impression, trying to sit up straighter in my seat.
“Spicy chicken if they have it,” I smiled as she nodded.
“And I know what you’ll want, my boy,” she grinned at Lucas as he laughed. My boy? I couldn’t imagine anyone else calling Lucas Hunter ‘my boy’ and I failed to suppress my giggle.
“Meat feast, heavy on the chilli, hold the mushrooms” they said together as I looked between them, glancing down at Dexter who seemed absolutely mesmerised. I wondered for a second if he’d done this on purpose to persuade me to re-think. I was certainly enjoying his particular brand of ‘normal’ and so was my son – although there was nothing normal about Lucas Hunter.
I’d never meet anyone with a housekeeper and a cinema.
It was a small room with a huge screen, about twenty large, comfortable cinema seats as the film flickered to life and Lucas sat in the middle of us both at Dexter’s insistence, putting the box of pizza on my knee and handing me a slice. I smiled broadly, taking a few bites before returning it to the box and resting my head against his shoulder. I didn’t even see the end of the title sequence.
I felt slightly more coherent when I came around, covered in a soft, blue blanket and completely alone, wondering how long I’d been asleep, turning as the door opened and Lucas walked in, smiling.
“Hey, sleepyhead. I’ve just put Dexter to bed. He fell asleep too,” he smiled as I looked up at him wide eyed.
“What time is it?” I asked, surprised.
“Eleven o-clock. He made me watch the first three and I didn’t want to leave you or wake you,” he smiled, sitting down next to me and pulling my head against his chest.
“I’m sorry, Lucas, I don’t know what happened,” I said as he chuckled gently.
“It’s me who should be sorry. It looks like you hit subspace today. There was no way I could leave you alone.” My puzzled frown betrayed the fact that I had absolutely no clue what he was talking about.
“It’s quite common after an intense scene, but you hit it early. It can happen when you give your body and your trust completely, a mental state as well as a physical one. It makes you feel a bit high.” he explained as I nodded.
“It did,” I smiled as he kissed the top of my head.
“It also means that you shouldn’t be left alone and you need rest afterwards to let the hormones settle. It’s why
I brought you here. You’re not necessarily as in control of things as you should be. I’ll be more careful next time, you surprised me,” he smiled as I stood up, stretching and wanting to go to bed. We were obviously staying here, and the thought of spending all night in Lucas’s bed was utterly intoxicating.
“You still tired?” he asked, chuckling gently as I nodded and he scooped me into his arms and carried me through to the bedroom, laying me on his bed as he started to undress.
“Do you have a spare toothbrush?”
“I got a few things in, just in case,” he grinned as I stared at him wide eyed. He hadn’t done this tonight. He wouldn’t have had the chance, and a flood of warmth washed through me. He’d told me it would happen, and he was in no doubt and already prepared. Yet again, Lucas was one step ahead of me.
I stood, making my way through to his beautiful, tasteful marble bathroom as he passed me a toiletry bag that was infinitely better stocked than my own.
“Wow, I could get use to this,” I smiled as he kissed my cheek, brushing his teeth as I rifled excitedly through the contents.
“That’s the plan,” he winked through the mirror and I knew for certain he’d done this on purpose as a broad grin broke across my face. Whatever I might be telling myself; there was no doubt that thought delighted me.
I wasn’t wasting time, washing up quickly and climbing into bed beside him as I started to giggle.
“This is really weird, it’s far too normal,” I smiled as he bent to kiss me, holding my gaze, relaxed and open and I wondered if it might be a good time to get to know a little more about my wonderful Dom. I still knew surprisingly little.
“Since you’ve obviously done this on purpose tonight to barge your way into my life because I said no, I think you should tell me a little more about yourself,” I said, aiming for haughty while trying not to laugh as I snuggled up against him.
“For a sub, you’re too demanding and your attitude is all wrong,” he said with an unmistakeable humour in his voice as I elbowed him playfully in the ribs. “See what I mean,” he laughed as I looked up at him, determined to get the information I wanted.
“Yeah, I bet Roberta wasn’t pissy. I’m sure she must have been all ‘Yes, Sir, no, Sir” I said, failing to conceal my irritation when he laughed.
“Roberta wasn’t my sub” he said as I sighed. I wasn’t sure why but that made me feel even worse.
“Of course she wasn’t, she was your fiancée.” I said as Lucas sighed deeply, pulling my chin towards him and holding my gaze.
“She wasn’t my sub because I wasn’t a Dom then, at least not in the same way I am now, if you must know,” he said as I stared at him wide eyed.
“You were born a Dom, Lucas,” I replied quickly, the words rolling out before I could stop them.
“Maybe, but I hadn’t been into the lifestyle then. I didn’t have anything this special with Roberta, Jess, and my other subs have been just that. I have never been in a position where I wanted to combine the two things before now,” he said as I stared at him, my heart warming instantly at the admission, and I wanted to know more about why he’d become a Dom.
“What got you started?” I asked as he smiled. “I met Zac. He was investing in a project I was working on and we were chatting casually. I can’t even remember how it came about, but he said he wasn’t sure which circles I moved in, but I should definitely try his club, that I’d like it.”
“Wow, that’s a brave thing to say in polite company,” I said as he laughed.
“Yeah I know. Discretion is paramount in this lifestyle and Zac knows that more than anyone. He just assumed I was a Dom without question, it never crossed his mind that I wasn’t. When I started to ask questions it became clear what he was talking about and I was curious. He was really apologetic. It was pretty funny,” he said as I laughed.
“When I learned that there were women who were willing and eager to submit sexually, it was like a light bulb moment. I wasn’t happy with Roberta, Jess, there was always something missing, not just with the sex but in every way. In many ways our relationship was like an extension of our business partnership. I respected her, but romantically, on my part anyway, it was always lacking. Some of our business is so deeply entrenched that it was difficult to end it and I put it off. She wasn’t demanding of my time and her expectations were low. I decided I wanted out and then the pregnancy thing complicated things a whole lot further. Tyler and Roman were always satisfied picking girls up – doing the whole fuck ‘em and forget ‘em routine. So was Charlie until he met Scarlett and I’m guessing he’s back to that now, but I was never fulfilled; not even close. When I joined the club I discovered why.”
I was eager to know more about Scarlett, but even keener to find out as much as I could about Lucas while he was being uncharacteristically open.
“So you found that fulfilment at the club?” I asked as a sudden stab of jealousy pierced my gut and I wasn’t sure why. It seemed like the thought of Lucas being with anyone, ever, gripped with me envy. It was crazy and illogical, flashing through me and I knew it was written on my face as Lucas watched me closely.
“More than been blown off by some gold-digging stranger with an easy mouth, but true fulfilment I’m only just beginning to understand,” he smiled, cupping my face and bringing his full soft lips to mine as my heart somersaulted in my chest.
“Me?” I asked as he nodded seriously, gazing into my eyes.
“Yeah, it’s a freaky fucking thing. One minute I want to debase you, then I want to date you,” he chuckled as I grinned broadly, wanting to somersault around the room and trying to rein in my surging joy. I was trying to hold something back, but every cell in my brain was screaming this was what I wanted. Even the green eyed monster was now firmly back in its ugly cage.
“So maybe you’re not untouchable then,” I smiled as he threw me a puzzled frown, pulling me even closer.
“How do you mean?”
“Chas has this theory about the guys she tries to land because they’re smokin’ hot, loaded and unobtainable. She figures it’s better to get one of those kinds of men to commit because they don’t date everyone they meet. If they do, it means you’re special. You get the picture,” I said, thinking my explanation was falling short, but he nodded knowingly.
“She wants a successful husband who isn’t going to leave her stranded in poverty with a kid. She isn’t shallow, just determined not to be like me or my mother,” I said as he frowned, stroking my hair.
“Anyway, she described you as untouchable when I first told her you were my boss. I hadn’t heard the term before – basically it means aloof and unapproachable and you don’t let just anyone wiggle their tits in your face. She probably tried,” I said as he laughed.
“I wouldn’t have noticed. Your tits, however, were a whole different story. That silver bikini top, Mmmmmm,” he purred seductively, running his fingers over the curves of my breasts as I flushed and laughed, loving that he’d remembered what I was wearing although I doubted his reaction had been quite as intense as mine.
“I remember thinking that night how I’d never seen anyone quite so beautiful, Lucas. I was elated for a second when I found out you were my boss, until I saw the look on your face. You looked horrified,” I said as he laughed.
“I know. I’d spent all fucking day trying to figure out how to get rid of Jessica Evangelista, and then you turned around and I spent the next few weeks wondering how the hell I was supposed to keep my damn cock under control,” he laughed as I stared at him wide eyed.
“Really” I giggled, gazing at him as he blew out in a deep exaggerated sigh and nodded.
“Really” he said seriously, shaking his head and sending a giddy, jubilant rush the entire length of my body.
“I rarely lose it, Jess, but that morning of the New York trip, it took everything I had not to haul you over that desk, spank you and screw you until you couldn’t walk. I don’t think I’ve ever been as livid... or as fucking horny. It�
�s fair to say when it comes to you, Miss Evangelista that I am not untouchable, far from it,” he laughed softly as I grinned broadly, floating in the knowledge that even then when I thought he hated me, Lucas was as affected by me as I’d been by him.
I was ecstatic and it was hard to get my head in the game now, but I needed to. I still had more questions.
“Why do you do so much business with Roberta?”I asked and the look on his face was suddenly pensive.
“I made a couple of rash decisions when I took over Hunter Industries,” he sighed. “I like control as you know, and I didn’t have a lot growing up, so when I got it, it kind of went to my head. I was young and impetuous and I wanted to make my mark. I didn’t take the advice I was offered and the business paid for it.”
“Why didn’t you have a lot of control?”
“My father,” he laughed. “He was a good dad, but he was a driver. I was his eldest son and he wanted me to be the best. He was on my back constantly, determining everything I did – captain of the football team, cricket team, rugby team, debating team, rowing team - you name it. Second wasn’t an option. He demanded perfection. I’m not complaining because it served me well, but at times it was unrelenting,” he said as I smiled. No wonder he was so damned good at everything.
“He made choices he felt were the best for me. I had no say in the matter. From the second I was born it was determined I’d run the family business and I was groomed for that. At least now I make sure I run it my way,” he winked, smiling warmly.
“Was he the same with all of you?” I asked as he shook his head gently.
“He was with Charlie, but to less of an extent. He controlled his academic choices, but there could only be one captain of every school team, and I wanted it just as bad as my father did. There was no way Charlie was going to beat me,” he said, flashing his eyebrows at me. The competitive element of Lucas’s character came as absolutely no surprise. “So he got some pressure, but not as much. Roman rebelled over everything. Jesus, he was a revelation, a real bad ass. If he wasn’t fighting or smoking he was fucking women. Not girls, Jess, grown women,” he laughed and his face lit up at the memory.