Rook's Control

by Rook's Control [Evernight] (mobi)

  “He’ll never touch you,” Rook said with conviction, his anger monumental right now.

  “How can you guarantee that? He was in the fucking bathroom, Rook.” She shook her head and wiped her tears away. “I don’t want to fight, not with you, and not about some psycho.”

  He clenched his hands at his sides, his anger full, taking control of him. He was going to find this fucker, take him out, and he was going to make sure Bobbie didn’t have to worry about this shit ever again. “I’ll find him, baby.” He moved closer to her. She didn’t move and had stopped crying. “I’ll find him, rip his throat out, and watch him bleed on the ground.”

  She stopped breathing.

  “I’ll make sure he suffers for even looking at you, thinking he could use you as a pawn to get to me.” He moved closer to her. When he was right in front of her, he reached out, cupped the back of her head, and pulled her so she slammed into his body. “I will never let anything happen to you, Bobbie.” He cupped her cheek. “You understand me?”

  She licked her lips, but then nodded. “This is serious shit, Rook. Whatever you did he’ll do whatever it takes to make you see him.”

  He cupped the back of her head so she rested it on his chest, and stared at the wall.

  “I want to make sure you’re safe. Go to the club after work tomorrow. I’ll make sure one of the guys is at your job to follow you, and make sure shit stays cool.”

  She nodded, and the silence descended.

  “Do you know who it could be?” she asked softly.

  He stroked her hair, smelled the lemony scent that came from the strands, and tried to keep himself under control for her. “No, baby, but I’ll fucking find out.”

  Chapter Twelve

  Maybe Bobbie shouldn’t have felt the desire she did right now, but the longer Rook held her, the more she inhaled the scent of his leather cut, the cologne he wore, and the intensity that surrounded him, the more she wanted to forget about the asshole in the bathroom, and about the danger that Rook was involved with.

  Pulling back, holding onto his cut, and staring into his dark eyes, she wanted to only focus on here and now, worry about them being together. God, she didn’t want to think about him getting hurt, but it wasn’t something she could ignore.

  “Rook,” she said his name softly, on the verge of crying because she felt like she’d lose him, had this horrible feeling in the pit of her gut.

  Rook cupped the side of her face, looked down at her, and although he always kept his composure, always made sure to put on the strong face, these stoic expressions, and not let anyone in, she saw the worry he had for her and this situation written clearly on his face.

  “What are you doing?” he said in an almost pained voice, and although he was smart enough to know what she wanted, he was probably confused as to why she’d pick right now to want this.

  She held onto his cut tighter, her fingers digging into the smooth, worn leather, feeling desperate all of a sudden, like this may be it, the last time she’d see him.

  “Oh, my sweet Bobbie.” He leaned down and kissed her softly, so softly it went again the very grain and make-up of Rook. “I’m not going anywhere.”

  She didn’t want to cry, but she felt as though she were splitting in two, that her world was falling apart.

  “The club gets involved in dangerous shit all the time. I’m not leaving you, Bobbie. You understand?”

  She nodded, and although she understood him just fine, that didn’t mean it eased her worry.

  “Help me forget about it all, Rook. Help me remember that this doesn’t mean anything, that things will work out.” She rose on her toes and kissed him, and felt like she was screaming inside. God, why did she feel this way?

  “Baby, I think you’re just in shock or something,” he said softly, and gently pushed her away.

  She was shaking her head, on the verge of crying, and knew he was probably right about the shock of the evening and her thoughts playing havoc on her, but she didn’t want to think anymore. “Please, Rook, be with me.” She pressed herself to him, and the worry on his face escalated. “I need this, need this and you to feel stable, like everything isn’t spiraling out of control.”

  God, she felt like she was losing it, and she hated that.

  For a second all they did was look at each other, and she could tell by the glint in his eyes, by the way he held onto her, that he wouldn’t deny her.

  In the next second he had her in his arms, turned them around, and had her back pressed to the wall. Their breathing was rising faster and harder.

  “Everything will be okay, baby, I swear to you.” He pressed his body to hers, and she felt his hard cock dig into her belly. He cupped her ass with one hand, and with the other held a chunk of her hair in his fist. He kissed her raw and hard, sweeping his tongue inside and giving her exactly what she needed right now … him.

  A moan left her when he sucked her tongue in his mouth and gently dragged his teeth along it. The hand in her hair tightened, sending a sting of pleasurable pain through her scalp, to her breasts, and straight to the center of her pussy.

  She broke the kiss, breathing heavily and staring into his onyx colored eyes. “I don’t know why I feel like my skin is ripping from me, that my heart is going to burst through my chest.” She said out roughly, so on edge with her arousal and everything going on that she didn’t want to focus on reality. “I love you, Rook,” she said against his mouth.

  “Bobbie, baby.” Rook cupped the side of her face and stared into her eyes. “I fucking love you so much, and there isn’t anything in this world that will come between us.” He kissed her again, making her feel possessed, loved, and so damn owned that for this moment she could pretend things were okay. And when he lifted her off the ground fully, his strength impressive, she held onto him with everything she was. He deepened the kiss, and she told herself that life was so very fragile that every moment needed to be cherished.

  She tightened her legs around his waist and ground herself on his erection, needing this, needing to feel Rook right here with her. He grunted out and moved his hand away from her hair to grab her wrists. Rook placed them above her head, keeping her restrained for his ministrations. With her neck arched he dragged his tongue up her neck.

  “Is this what you wanted?”

  She moaned and nodded.

  He ran his scruff covered jaw on her cheek. She felt his teeth as he scraped them over her sensitive flesh, and she knew his Dom had come out.

  She loved this, loved him.

  His hold on her wrists was painful, but she loved that, because it had her pleasure soaring higher. All too soon he let go of her wrists and cupped her ass cheeks, clenching the mounds, making the pain noticeable, pleasurable.

  “Tell me you want this. Fucking beg me for it.”

  “I want you, want your cock stretching me, making me cry for more.”

  He grunted.

  They’d had “regular” sex before, vanilla where they didn’t have the D/s interaction. And although she loved being dominated by him, Bobbie also just loved the fact he touched her, was gentle with her in his own way. It didn’t matter if one day they were just a normal couple that didn’t enjoy the extreme side of things, that didn’t want the pleasure and pain. Of course those feelings, needs, didn’t just disappear, but as long as she was with Rook she didn’t care.

  When he slipped his hand under the hem of her shirt she felt every roughened inch of his fingers on her skin, every scorch of heat that came from him. It felt good to be touched by him, to be able to control this. And right now she was in control. In fact, whenever they were together she was in control, even if she was the submissive. She may not physically dominate him, but allowing him to take her, touch her, to do all the things he wanted to her—because she wanted them, too—gave her an enormous amount of power over him.

  He ran his teeth up and down her neck, nipped at her flesh, and thrust his erection against her. She didn’t want to wait any longer to f
eel him inside of her, didn’t want to prolong this. As it was she felt lost without Rook.

  Bobbie was feverish, excited, and all she could think about was how it would feel for him to thrust all those hard inches into her, to make her forget about everything. She knew Rook needed this as much as she needed him.

  “Mmm,” Rook murmured against her neck. “I like this frantic need in you, but I hate this situation has brought it out, baby.”

  She didn’t respond, just moved her hands between their bodies as she fumbled to get his jeans off. But in the next instant she was being turned around in the air and set on her feet. The cold, smooth wall was her anchor, and the heat from Rook’s body behind her had the dual temperatures playing havoc on her arousal.

  In a fast move Rook pulled her shirt from her, and then tore her bra off. His actions were frantic in their intensity. She loved it all.

  A small sound escaped her at the fact he was so worked up that he had torn the material right off of her. He had her pants and underwear off next, and the feel of his warm, humid breath against the cheeks of her ass told her he was behind her, barely holding on. Maybe he felt like he was breaking in two, as well?

  He grabbed her bottom, massaging the globes in hard, almost painful motions. But she loved it, craved every second of that biting pain that left her breathless, on the verge of coming. Bobbie had no doubts he saw her wetness, knew she was primed, soaked for him.

  “God, this feels different, Bobbie. This night feels different.”

  She knew what he meant, knew he wasn’t referring to the fact some bastard was after him. This experience, between them, was desperate, emotional. It was so different from what they’d shared in the past. But that wasn’t necessarily bad. Maybe it was the love they had, the rising emotions: fear, anger, lust? Maybe it was all of those and life in general that made right now feel so electrically charged she didn’t know if she’d survive once it was all said and done.

  He groaned and palmed her ass right before he ran his nose up and down the crease of her bottom, the rough sounds a harsh timbre that vibrated her entire body.

  “I’m going to make you come around me, scream out my name, and know you’re mine, baby.”

  She was scared, and right now she didn’t want to feel anything but pleasure.

  He curled his fingers into her hips and groaned, and she bit her lip and closed her eyes. The air left her when he used his other hand to spread her ass open and proceeded to run his tongue down the slit of her pussy. He sucked, licked, and nipped along her swollen, heated flesh. She was going to orgasm from this alone, but it wouldn’t be enough.

  “Come for me. Come all over my mouth.” He sucked her clit into his mouth with hard, pulling motions. When he hummed around the bundle of nerves she bit her lip hard enough she tasted blood.

  “Come on, Bobbie. Give it to me, give me that sweet pussy cream of yours.”

  The orgasm that tore through her was so intense she panted for breath and felt sweat line her spine and forehead.

  He groaned out against her. “You want my cock in your cunt, baby?”

  “Oh, Rook.”

  “Yes.” His rough pants moved along her back, but then the chilled air wafted over her body when she sensed him move away. Bobbie looked over her shoulder and saw him shed his clothing. All she could do was look at his hard body, at the tattoos and muscles. She could even feel the strength that poured from him.

  Taking hold of the root of his cock, he stroked himself a few times, and all Bobbie could do was stand there as he jerked off. His focus was on her ass, on her pussy, and she could see a dot of pre-cum line the tip of his shaft.

  “Place your hands on the wall, and widen your legs. I want to see your pussy spread.”

  Her heart started pounding so hard it hurt, felt like it might burst through her chest. Doing as he ordered, she curled her nails against the hard wall, and braced her legs apart even more. The chilled air moved along her labia and asshole, and she shivered.

  This was obscene, but so hot that she wanted more, so much more. Bobbie didn’t want to think, didn’t want to have to worry about anything aside from what he commanded of her.

  He moved closer, and then in a move she hadn’t anticipated, but desperately needed, Rook slapped her ass hard. “You are mine.” He smoothed his hand over the sting he’d caused on her cheek. “This ass is mine.” Rook clenched his fingers around the flesh of her ass, grunting from the act. “And this cunt is mine,” he said as he slipped his hand from her ass and moved it right between her thighs.

  He spanked her over and over again, his hand making contact with her sensitive pussy lips every time he spanked her. The pain was intense, but that brought about her own pleasure, her own longing. Rook dug his fingers into her ass cheek, his blunt nails causing a sting to travel up her body. She knew there would be bruises come morning, and that had her even more aroused.

  She gasped at the electricity that moved through her as his fingers touched her clit and the very center of her.

  “Say it.”

  “I’m yours. Every part of me is yours, Rook.”

  He ran his finger down her slit and pushed the digit into her pussy. It was instant, and her body had a mind of its own as she clamped down on that long, thick finger.

  He removed his finger far too soon, but had his now naked body pressed right to her. Rook’s length was between her pussy lips, her inner muscles cupping him erotically, obscenely. A groan spilled from both of them.

  “You ready for this?”

  She nodded.

  “Good, because you wanted it, and now I’m going to give it to you, Bobbie.”

  That first touch of his cockhead to her pussy sent a thrill up her spine that had her pussy clenching and her nipples hardening. She had her mouth open, trying to gasp air into her lungs. He rubbed himself over and over against her, up and down, faster and harder until she was moving her ass back against him, begging him without words that she wanted his cock buried inside of her pussy.

  “Mmm, you greedy little thing.” His words were strained, heated.

  “I’m only greedy for you, Sir.” She was still looking at him, their focus locked on each other. The only warning she got before he fucked her was his nails digging into her flesh hard, demanding, with purpose. He shoved all of those stiff, thick inches into her, and she cried out in pleasure and pain, wanting so much more, and knew she’d get it. Her inner muscles clenched along his length, and he grunted.

  “I’m going to explode inside of you before this even starts, Bobbie,” he gritted out. “You can’t clench your cunt on my cock like that.” He let go of her waist and spread her ass cheeks so wide she knew he was watching his dick move in and out of her body. “Yeah, baby. This is about you and me.” He picked up speed and slammed harder into her. “I want you to come so many times you can’t even see straight, can’t even sit comfortably.” He slammed into her again and again until she couldn’t suck enough air into her lungs, until she was forced to rest her head on the wall for support. “You’re so fucking tight, so sloppy wet for me. I love it.”

  Sweat formed on her body, and she felt her orgasm start to climb higher inside of her, threatening to explode and claim her. Rook worked his dick inside of her in deep, long strokes, and she curled her hands into her palms.

  “I’m going to come.” Bobbie gasped out, not wanting it to end, but also not able to stop herself from the inevitable. She arched her back, her breasts brushing the cold wall. Rook was making these animalistic sounds behind her, cursing and saying filthy thing intermittently, and she wanted his cum filling her, soaking her.

  “Come with me, Rook.”

  He groaned and tightened his nails into her ass. “I want my marks covering your body because I own you, Bobbie.” He continued to thrust into her, pulling her back onto his cock with the hold he had on her. She forced herself to hold off from climaxing. He pumped three more times into her and then pulled out. Before disappointment could fill her he had her turned a
round to face him.

  “Wipe that look off your face, baby girl. I’m not nearly done with you yet.” He lifted her off the ground and into his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. Rook positioned his cock at her entrance again, and in one thrust buried his shaft into her body.

  God, she was so wet for him, sloppy wet, as he’d put it.

  Rook bit base of her neck, and she begged, pleaded that he fuck her senseless. He turned with her in his arms, licking, sucking at her throat, and then started walking down the hallway. He never pulled out of her body, never stopped abrading her flesh in the best of ways.

  Curling her nails into his biceps, she bit her bottom lip. In a few quick strides he was in the bedroom with the door slammed shut behind them. While he kissed her, she fumbled along the wall with her hand for the light switch, finally flipping it on. She didn’t want to have sex in the dark. She wanted Rook to be able to see himself fucking her, claiming her.

  He had her in the center of the mattress only a second later, and was back to thrusting in and out of her. Holding her hands down beside her head with his, he looked into her eyes. Sweat covered his forehead, the short strands of his dark hair damp around his skull.

  “I love you so fucking much, Bobbie.” He pumped into her slowly this time.

  “I love you, too,” she gasped out the words.

  He retreated from her pussy, but thrust back inside only a second later. He took her hands and lifted them above her head, holding them together with one of his big, strong ones. Rook wasn’t the type of man to make love, and she wasn’t the type of woman that wanted sweet and gentle.

  “Rook, God, fuck me,” she breathed out.

  “I fucking love that you’re all mine.” He slammed into her over and over again. Rook was all hard and fast, dominating and controlling. “Yeah.” It sounded like he said it to himself. His massive chest rose and fell from the force of his breathing. The sting of pain from his fingers from his free hand digging into the sensitive flesh of her hip had her pleasure increasing. “I am going to tear you up, baby, make you know who owns you.” He spoke filthy, dirty.