by Riley Murphy
The misty drops made the patio lights glow in a hazy golden shine against all the darkness. Fortunately it was light enough to see her because he wanted to see all of her. He’d be dying to get his hands on her and finally bury his cock inside her.
“Up against the wall.” He didn’t wait for her to move. Instead he pushed her back, using his splayed hand to cushion her spine against the concrete.
“But there are people over on the other side of the patio. They’re standing at the doors.”
He dragged his chin from her cheek to her temple and asked, “Do you want to know what I’m standing in front of?”
“What?”
“A beautiful woman.”
“Where?” When she pretended to look around, he caught her jaw until their gazes locked.
“Don’t worry, we’ll find her. Are you ready?”
He felt her sink a little against him, but then she stiffened. “What about the guests?”
He curled down and breathed, “There are two kinds of people. Those that like to watch and those that don’t.” He rimmed the shell of her ear with his tongue, loving the warm silken feel of it. “My guess is that the ones who don’t like to watch will leave. The ones that do? They’ll stay right there. Getting horny and being turned on by two people who are enjoying each other. In the end though, they’ll leave before we turn around and it will be as if they were never there.”
He kissed her slow and deep. Slipping his tongue into her mouth and swirling it over hers while he tasted raw need. There was tension there though, he could feel it. Using his free hand he fisted his hand in her damp hair and tilted her head to the side as he spoke against her cheek. “Open your legs. Spread them. Good. Now I’m going to move my hand at your back. I’m going to bring it down to your thighs and then I’m going to lift up your dress.”
He bit her earlobe and she whimpered, “David...”
That got him rock-hard. “I’m going to drag these down—” He hooked two fingers through the lace that stretched across her hip and tugged. “Not all the way. Not yet. Just to the knees while I push your dress up to bunch around your waist so the best part of you is uncovered for me while I get another taste of your mouth. Open that for me. Now.”
Lacy forgot everything but how to breathe. Her heart and pulse raced while lust and adrenaline coursed through her. He tasted like the dessert they’d eaten. Hot cinnamon and warm honey. Delicious. She couldn’t get enough as she devoured and moaned. Feeling more naked than she’d ever felt in her life, exposed as she was. The chilled, rain-dampened air settling on her skin in the most intimate places got her shivering. Aching and trembling until she didn’t care who looked on. All she cared about was him. Letting her head drop back against the stone she closed her eyes and sighed, “David…”
He lifted her left leg, causing the scrap of material around her knees to fall. Freed from that binding, she tried to readjust but he wouldn’t let her. Instead he forced her leg back down and gave her outer thigh a squeeze, “Spread them wide now. Do it.” Her eyes fluttered open while she studied him. He wasn’t looking at her. He was looking down. Waiting for her to do as he’d directed. Watching while she opened her stance for him. It gave her the wickedest thrill to please him. To beg him without words to take what he wanted. He liked when she taunted and she knew she’d done a good job when his fiery gaze stroked her from center to chest, where he stopped to study her.
“You’ve got the nicest fucking nipples. Always hard.” He lifted a hand and placed it over the fullness of one breast. Touching her in such a way her heart hammered against her rib cage and her knees went weak. “Yeah, hard and desperate.” His eyes shot up. The sizzling heat in their depths entrancing her. “For me.”
“Yes.”
“Are you wet?”
She tried not to quiver, but the commanding tone of his voice nearly made her come. “Yes.”
“I hope you are, angel, because otherwise I’m going to have to wait. I want you very, very wet when I slide my cock inside your heat.”
She didn’t try to stop the quivering now when he curled down and sucked on her neck. All she could do was grab hold of his shoulders and hang on for fear of falling. The sensations that roiled through her were harsh and overwhelming. Stunning until his hand cupped her sex. Possessive and demanding. Claiming and forcing her to give up. Give over. Let him own that part of her until she offered the rest even though he didn’t ask for it.
“David…” She slipped her hands down his chest, his stomach and abdomen. Latching onto his belt with pulse-pounding need, she fought to get it undone. The slap of the leather beating against her skin as it whipped and smacked while she hastily loosened the stubborn prong from the buckle was of no consequence to her. She made short work of freeing him and by the time she got her hands on his hardness she was shaking. Wanting.
“Is this what you’re after?” He lifted her off the floor and pinned her against the wall with his weight. Hips grinding while she clung to him. Anchoring herself by wrapping her legs around his waist. Fitting her hands in his hair. Tugging and pulling. Pressing into the hot and solid feel of him even as he shifted to crush her against the concrete.
“Yes…please.”
“Put my cock inside you.”
She reached between them and did as he told her. Forcing the hot steel of him against her entrance. Flexing forward. Inviting him in. Begging with movement. Opening. Impaling. Breathless and needy. Why wasn’t he moving? She bit her lip and tilted her head so she could gauge the look in his eyes. It was sexy. Lethal. Breathlessly overwhelming.
“You’re wet and tight.” The deep, but soft timbre of his voice rocked her to the core as he slowly shifted, causing more of his length to penetrate her. “I like a good fit. Snug and sultry.”
God, the burn. It tore her up. Knitted her together. She heard a sound. Did that hungry little moan come from her?
“Deep breath.”
He slammed into her. His full length opening her up. Filling her. Consuming her. This time when she cried out there was no little about it.
“That’s more like it,” he growled against her neck, before he fit his hand in her hair and fucked her. All the way in for a toe curling press until her tailbone kissed the brick. Then nearly all the way out before he slammed back home, again and again. Friction building and burning. Stimulating parts of her she’d never met. Maybe it was the idea that someone remained watching them or maybe it was knowing that David watched her. Either way it lit a lust-fueled fire within her that had her bucking, begging and moaning for more. A lot more until he let go of her hair and readjusted. Grabbing her ass cheeks with determined hands as he pulled the globes apart. Opening them as the cooler air swept over the intimate recesses and took her breath away.
“Yes! Please…”
With her spread this way he found her G-spot and worked his cock over it. Back and forth he shifted. Diving in, rocking them to and fro… “Oh.” Heart pounding. “Oh!” Adrenaline building. Pulsing. Racing. Pushing as her inner muscles tightened around him for one breath-catching second—quivering hotly—until in a rush all the tightness let go. “Y-e-s!”
Through the heavy spasms of her climax a split second later she felt his grip tighten on her ass before he huskily whispered, “I’m going to love fucking you here. I’m going to make you beg for it. Cry for it. Want it so bad you’ll do anything for me.”
“David…”
“Give me your mouth.”
He kissed her so deep, fucked her so hard and consumed her so fully, she thought she’d pass out. Then when he thrust one last time and spilled his warmth into her all she could do was hold on tight and hope he did the same. If he didn’t she was sure she’d wilt right down the wall.
“Please…please don’t let go.”
“Not a chance.” His stubble-roughened jaw felt like satin against her neck as he told her, “You’re my brat, angel, and what’s mine I keep.”
***
Once again David woke up i
n a cold sweat. This time he stared at the clock. 4:20. He sat up and raked a hand through his hair thinking about his dream. The same one, only different in that the woman on his doorstep turned out to be Lacy. She was the woman who made the choice to leave him. This was straight up shit. A fear of rejection. He knew it, so why couldn’t he shake it off?
He repeated the mantra that Elaina and Lacy were nothing alike. Nothing. When that didn’t work to convince him, he threw off the covers and got up. So he’d have an early start to his day. Once he’d finished showering and got dressed he figured it was a little too early to wake up the whole household, but not too early for a certain someone.
Lacy snuggled into the warm blankets and swatted away whatever was tickling her cheek. “Fuck off.”
“Tsk, tsk. Did I call you an angel?”
She was so warm she didn’t want to open her eyes, but when a hand clamped around her upper arm she panicked and snapped her head to the side.
“Whoa, Lacy, it’s me.”
“David?”
He leaned forward in the upholstered chair beside the bed and brushed her hair back from her face. “What’s the matter? Were you having a bad dream?”
If only it was that simple.
“No. No, what’s wrong?” She blinked the sleep from her eyes and was glad she did when she got a load of his naked chest and washboard abs. Allowing her gaze to travel up, she drank in his strong neck and the dark stubble covering his jaw and cheeks. He was any girl’s dream. “I thought you were taking Phil to boot camp in the country?”
“I will be, but there’s something I want to do before I go.” He leaned back and relaxed in the chair. Looking all bed-sexy and gruff.
“If you woke me up to remind me, don’t worry, I remember you explaining about the notes. I wasn’t that tired last night.”
“That’s not why I’m here.”
“No?” It was kind of chilly so she hunkered up to sit Indian style on the bed. Taking a minute to draw the duvet around her like a teepee with her head poking through the top.
“I’m here because of you.”
She frowned. Maybe she wasn’t quite awake because this wasn’t computing. “Me?”
“You’re the only reason.”
“What did I do?”
“It’s not what you did. It’s what you’re going to do. You see,” He leaned forward and the sizzle in his eyes heated her up so bad she probably didn’t need the duvet. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Your taste. The feel of my cock buried inside you. The way you clung to me. How you cried out when you came.” He brushed the hair off her forehead and whispered, “The feel of your legs squeezing my waist while I fucked you. So good. I want all that again.”
“David…”
“Come here.” He spread his knees.
Not that she wasn’t going to do it, but she figured she tell him, “I’m naked.”
“I know. Come on.”
When she threw aside the covers and crawled off the bed ready to kneel between his legs he reached out and stopped her. “No, on my lap.”
Quickly she nodded and straddled his thighs. Each bent knee hugging the sides of his hips as she brought her arms up over her breasts, more to stave off the cold than for modesty. “It’s chilly in here.”
“I’ll keep you warm.”
There was no need for her to move. No adjustment to be made, because that whispered promise did the trick. She was warm now and getting warmer by the second as his gaze drilled into her. All she wanted to do was fall forward against his chest and let his strong arms embrace her, but something held her back. Fear? Or maybe the lack of it that had her more worried.
“You ‘re so pretty when you look at me like that.”
No one had ever called her that. Cute? Sure. Gorgeous? Yup. Beautiful even, but not pretty. She didn’t know if that term was an upgraded compliment, but it felt like one coming from him. So when he brought his palm up and cupped the side of her face, she angled her cheek into it. “When I look at you like what?”
“Like you’re a lonely child watching at all the other kids having fun on the playground. I see you yearning for something when you look at me. You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll play with you.”
She searched his eyes and all she saw was honesty and truth.
“You can trust me. Remember, out of all those other people in the park, I chose you. I want you to be my playmate. Don’t hold back.”
She didn’t hesitate when he opened his arms. She dove in and crushed herself against his bare chest. Squeezing her eyes shut and praying she wasn’t making a mistake in trusting him. There was only one thing bothering her. That stupid story. Captivating Z. It had such a sad ending she had no idea how it could be his favorite book. “Can I ask you something?”
He rubbed her bottom and back with his splayed palm. Nice. “Yes.”
Leaning back, she looked him in the eyes. “Why was Captivating Z your favorite story? The Dom in that book was horrible.”
He angled to look down at her. “Was that the book you were reading yesterday?”
“How did you—Yes and it wasn’t very romantic. Z made one mistake and Maurice cut her out of his life.”
David inclined his head as though in thought and then said, “You could look at it like that, but the way I look at is like this. It wasn’t a mistake, it was a decision. She left him because she had no faith in him. She’d made mistakes all over the place and he handled each one accordingly until the last one. There is no handling desertion.”
“But she came back. She wanted to apologize.”
“Some things you can’t apologize for. I speak from experience. I was burned once and I suppose that’s why I connect on some level with that book. The Dom in the story had the guts to do what I didn’t when I needed to.”
“Oh. Did she…break your heart?”
He gathered her in and sighed. “I could have lived with the broken heart. It wasn’t the first, as I take being a Dom personally. Comes with the territory.”
She snuggled in. “I’m sorry about that. But as for Maurice? He was an asshole. After everything they had together and all they’d been to each other he wouldn’t take her back.”
“If we were talking real people here, I’m sure she would have gotten over it. At least she got something from the exchange. By the end she was more confident, wasn’t she?”
“But she loved him.”
“Clearly not enough. Remind me again why we’re talking about that book now?”
She looked at him and didn’t know what to say. David wasn’t like the Dom in that book. Sometimes he is. “I was worried.”
“About what?”
She settled back against him. “Good things ending for me. They always do.”
“Maybe that’s because you don’t commit to them.”
“Or maybe I got tired of losing the battles. I’m not a very good soldier.”
He gathered her in. “I think you have to start concentrating on what you are instead of all the things you aren’t.”
“Hm…I’ll think about it.”
“All right enough talking and if you’re going to be thinking about anything right now I want you thinking about me.” He grabbed her hair and tugged until her neck arched. “Think about how hard my cock is when it’s inside you as you ride me. How hot my come is when I drench you with it.”
Lacy melted and sometime later in the quiet darkness, wrapped in the strength of his arms she did think about all those things. Each of them as they happened until he finally let her go clean up.
“Okay, back in bed.” David held up the duvet as she came out of the bathroom. She hurried and practically dove between the chilly sheets.
“It’s cold.” She pulled the blankets around her and spying the locked door through her bathroom she remembered. “Hey, what’s behind that door in the bathroom? Is it a room?”
David stopped and turned. “Why do you ask?”
She pointed. “The door is locked and there’s a l
ight on. I can see it under the jam.”
“A light?” He went to the bathroom and looked in. “So there is. I’ll turn it off.”
He started to leave and she got up on her knees and bounced impatiently. “David. Is it a room?”
His head dropped back as though he was silently saying, lord give me strength, and then he turned. “Yes, it’s a room.” He came to the bed and looked down. “It’s my dungeon if you must know.”
“Really? And you have to go through a bathroom to get to it?” She wasn’t going to say it outright, but the thought was kind of tacky.
“No. The main door to it is behind the bookcase in my bedroom. As for that entrance?” He hiked his thumb in the direction of the bathroom without looking. “It’s wise to have access to water or, ah, other things you’d find in a bathroom.”
“Like what? A first aid kit?” She was joking, but she knew he wasn’t when he solemnly answered.
“Yes. Now get some rest.”
And how was she supposed to do that now that she knew there was a secret room so close by?
“Lacy?” She saw him standing in the entranceway. His back was to her and he didn’t turn around when he said, “I don’t want you in there. Not until I take you myself, you understand?”
“Yes.”
“Go back to sleep for a few hours. When I return this afternoon, I’ll have a surprise for you.”
Now she really wished he wasn’t going. With him out of the house the temptation to see what his dungeon looked like would kill her. Absolutely kill her…
But she’d have to suffer as she wasn’t going in there.
She snuggled under the warm covers and had almost dropped off to sleep when another thought materialized. Not only did she open her eyes when it resonated, but she sat up as well. Staring into the blackness of the bathroom, where beyond his “off limits” room was, she pondered. Sneaking into that room was the potential catastrophe waiting to happen to her. Correction. Her sneaking in and him catching her afterward.