Buttons and Shame

by Penelope Sky

  My cock was so goddamn hard.

  I moved my mouth to hers again even though I could explore the rest of her body. I loved that mouth, loved those lips. This time, I moved my tongue inside and met hers.

  She took a deep breath then moved her tongue with mine. Her hands slid up my chest until they reached my shoulders. She dug her fingers into me, pressing her digits deep into my skin. Her hips rocked slightly, her pussy grinding over my hard cock through my jeans. She gave herself a slight amount of friction.

  Turned me on like crazy.

  I kissed her harder, feeling my tongue dance with hers. We breathed together as the perspiration accumulated on our bodies. I’d never worked up such a sweat just from kissing a woman. But with this one, I gave her my all. I actually growled against her mouth because my mind was in the clouds.

  Her hands slowly inched up the back of my neck and into my hair. She explored my body just the way I explored hers, taking her time and getting to know me in an intimate way. Sometimes I thought I heard a silent moan escape her lips.

  But that could have been just wishful thinking.

  My hands moved to her ass, and I gripped her perkiness, loving that feature just as much as the rest of her. My hands shook as I held her, my cock eager to be inside her right this second. I didn’t want to stop kissing her, touching her like this, but I still wanted more.

  I grabbed her hips and guided her pussy across my length. I wanted to stimulate her clit, to give her a glimpse of what my impressive cock could do to her. A part of me wanted to hurt her just the way Tristan did, but another part of me wanted to make her feel good. I wanted to give her an orgasm she’d never forget. I suspected she hadn’t gotten much pleasure during her captivity. I could change her whole outlook on sex. I could show her it was the most incredible experience she’d ever know.

  She began to moan into my mouth, her hips rocking on their own. Her hands locked around my wrists as I gripped her hips, squeezing me harder than I squeezed her. She slid down my length, from top to bottom, over and over again. Her lips quivered against mine as her moans dissolved on my tongue.

  Shit, I wanted to come.

  I wasn’t gonna come in my boxers like a teenager. I was coming in her mouth, pussy, or ass—preferably all three.

  Once she approached the precipice of her climax, she visibly pulled away from me. She stopped rocking her hips, and her hands loosened on my arms. Her mouth was no longer hungry for mine. I could feel her slipping away. She knew this was wrong. The only reason she straddled my lap in the first place was because she was trying to save herself from Tristan’s wrath. But now she enjoyed it—and that was unsettling.

  “Don’t pull away from me.” I took control of her hips and dragged her across my length, forcing her to feel the hardness of my cock. I stopped our kiss just to look her in the eye, to command her with my stare. Her face was about to light up in joy, glow beet red and beautiful. Her nipples would turn into points sharper than darts. “You want me to keep you?” I spoke against her mouth, my lips pressing against hers as I spoke. “Then come for me.” I would know if it was real or fake, and right now, I wasn’t the least bit worried about a disingenuous performance.

  I kissed her again, my lips moving against hers with purposeful precision. My mouth wanted to feel hers, to feel every tiny line and groove. I wanted to memorize her kiss so I could feel it in my dreams. My cock wanted to memorize her body’s dimensions for lonely nights. It was an introduction to my arrangement with this woman—my slave.

  She couldn’t hold back any longer. Her hips began to buckle as the spasms took over. With one deep breath after another, she slowly approached the moment she’d been postponing. Her body couldn’t betray her now. I could feel her moisture leak through her underwear and into my jeans. Her arousal was permanently stained on my clothes, her undeniable confession. All I should care about was getting off, but the idea of her pleasure was a new turn-on for me.

  She looked into my eyes, arousal and self-loathing etched into her expression. She pressed her lips tightly together as she tried to downplay the powerful emotions erupting through her body. But her hips jerked, and she dragged across my dick harder, giving her the friction that made her experience a new realm of pleasure.

  Her lips unlocked, and she let out a beautiful moan, a scream that sounded like a song. Her eyes widened in surprise, and her head rolled back. She tried so hard to stop her body from betraying her, but now it seemed like it was the first time she’d experienced this form of heaven. Her moans morphed into screams. Sometimes it seemed like she was trying to say words, but everything was an incoherent mess. It was like she’d never had an orgasm before—at least with a man.

  Now I really wanted to come. Nothing sexier than watching a woman come all over my dick.

  Her hands loosened from my wrists, and she caught her breath once the euphoria was over. She closed her eyes like she couldn’t handle the truth of my gaze. I was a man keeping her as collateral—and she just came for me.

  Nothing to be ashamed of.

  I undid the top of my jeans and felt the moisture from her pussy. My fingers shook slightly when I felt the soaked fabric of my clothes. No woman could put on a show like that—unless she really liked it.

  Now I was gonna fuck her—so damn hard.

  She unzipped my jeans the rest of the way then took over, yanking my jeans and boxers down so my cock could come free. She stumbled for a moment, her eyes on my nine-inch length. She’d seen it before, but under the circumstance, she may not have truly looked at it. I was probably bigger than the other men she’d been with—which might be a bad thing.

  She tugged on my bottoms until my clothing reached my knees. Instead of pulling her panties off and straddling my hips, she lowered herself to the floor and got on her knees.

  My cock twitched in anticipation.

  She pulled my clothes to my ankles then leaned forward on my thighs. Her tits rested against my skin, looking perkier since they were pushed up. Like a pro, she wrapped her fingers tightly around my base and gave a good squeeze.

  I kept my hands at my sides, letting her take the wheel so I could sit back and enjoy. I’d pictured this moment many times, but it was never as hot as this. I watched her with smoldering eyes, seeing the fire dance behind her in the hearth.

  She didn’t hesitate before she pressed her tongue to the base of my cock and dragged it to the head. Her tongue was warm and textured, feeling incredible against my rock-hard length. When she got to the top, her tongue swiped across my head and collected the drop that formed there.

  Jesus Christ.

  She flattened her tongue before she craned her neck and took my length into her mouth. She tried to move far on her first go, but she immediately recoiled once the head of my cock nearly initiated her gag reflex. She took a deep breath then did it again, this time warier of my length. I could tell I was the biggest she’d ever taken by her naïveté.

  But she didn’t give up.

  She moved her hand at the same time as her mouth moved up and down. Her saliva dripped all the way to my balls and to the cushion underneath me. She craned her neck harder and worked my cock at a greater pace.

  Fuck, this was incredible.

  I couldn’t keep my hands to myself anymore, so I dug my fingers into her hair and guided her down my length the way I preferred. I wanted it hard, fast, and deep. My fingers got a hold of the back of her neck, and I moved my hips up at the same time, my feet pushing against the hardwood floor.

  Tears formed in her eyes until they were large enough to streak down her cheeks. They weren’t tears from her sobs, but tears from the discomfort in her throat. She kept hitting her gag reflex over and over, but she stopped herself from coughing over my length.

  I loved her tears. I knew that made me an ass, but whatever.

  I was an ass.

  “You have no idea how sexy you look right now.” I’d received a lot of great head from talented women, but none of them looked as perfect a
s she did. She was definitely the most stunning one, beautiful despite her bruises and scars. Her hair kept coming loose from my hand, but that didn’t stop her from sucking my dick as best she could.

  I wondered if she liked it.

  My cock thickened a little more, telling me I was about to explode. I wanted to come on her face or her tits, but right now, I wanted to pump myself down her throat. I wanted my come to sit in her stomach all night while she slept. I wanted her to taste me, to know what a real man tasted like.

  “I’m gonna come.” I gripped her neck and pulled her tighter, wanting it harder and fast.

  She worked harder and jerked me off with her hand. She breathed hard through her nose and sometimes panted through her mouth. Her tits shook with the effort, and her nipples were hard.

  “Don’t swallow.” I gritted my teeth as I felt my body tense. I was about to come—hard. “You’re gonna show me.” I thrust up and hit her in the back of the throat, fucking her mouth like a toy. I owned this woman, and I enjoyed reminding her of that fact.

  I wanted to close my eyes and enjoy the high, but I didn’t want to miss this glorious sight. I wanted to watch her struggle to take all of me, to feel my hot seed pile up in her mouth. A quiet groan escaped my lips followed by a louder grunt.

  Then I came.

  I shoved myself completely inside her, making her choke as I filled her mouth with everything I had. I knew I dumped mounds deep inside her, more than she’d ever taken before. It was probably more than I’d ever produced.

  My orgasm seemed to stretch forever, powerful both in capacity and duration. She didn’t pull away even though she must have been struggling to breathe. Like an obedient slave, she put my comfort before her own.

  I finally finished after nearly a minute, giving my final squirts until I was depleted. My cock slowly began to soften, satisfied. “Show me.”

  With wet eyes, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. Globular mounds sat on the surface, thick and white. I was proud of my deposit—and proud of the woman who received it.

  My fingers moved under her chin then gently pushed up, telling her to close her mouth. “Swallow.”

  She did as I asked, and her throat shifted as she took everything down.

  My thumb brushed along her bottom lip, and my eyes narrowed in satisfaction. The fire danced in the background, matching the heat in my veins. That was one of the best orgasms I’d ever had, and I knew she had something to do with it.

  Instead of being satisfied with what she’d given me, I wanted more. I wanted more of her.

  All of her.

  Until there was nothing left.

  12

  Cane

  I couldn’t avoid my brother forever. He was going to track me down and demand an explanation about the agreement with Tristan. He wouldn’t be happy that I bent the rules when we operated by a strict policy.

  And he would be pissed when he found out I accepted a woman as currency.

  Not to mention Pearl… She’d be even more ticked.

  I wished there were a way I could keep my guest a secret, but I didn’t see how that was possible. And when Crow asked for a straight answer, I couldn’t dodge or lie. My brother and I were always honest with each other—sometimes too honest.

  I woke up early that morning and hit the weights in the gym downstairs. Now that I’d had my cock in her mouth, I was eager to explore the rest of her body. Her pussy would be even better. I couldn’t imagine how tight her ass would be around my cock.

  She stayed in her room, and I stayed in mine. She didn’t try to sleep with me, which was something neither one of us wanted. I needed that king bed all to myself. Cuddling wasn’t my thing. The only time I had a woman sleep over was when there were two of them.

  Because I got to fuck both of them again in the morning.

  But in this case, she was going to be around for a long time, so it was unnecessary. Besides, I couldn’t expect her to put on a brave face every hour around the clock. Like everyone else, she needed a break.

  My phone rang, and Tristan’s name appeared on the screen. I walked into my office to take the call, aware I had someone who could eavesdrop on my conversations—for better or worse. “Hello, Tristan.” I put my feet on the desk and crossed my ankles. My t-shirt was warm from my sweat and stuck to my skin.

  “Cane, it’s been too long,” he said with a sarcastic chuckle. “How’s my little slave working out for you?”

  I didn’t like to discuss my personal life so openly. It was strange. Crow didn’t even know half the things I did. “I think you overpaid.”

  When he chuckled into the phone, it was a real laugh. “You have no idea how much I miss her. The whores…they’re all the same. They’re desensitized to everything. Don’t even flinch when they’re spanked.”

  I looked out the window to the garden outside. The pink roses were in full bloom. They shifted in the gentle breeze, and one petal came loose and drifted to the earth.

  “I miss her tears. I miss listening to her cry. You’re a lucky man, Cane. Come to think of it…it really wasn’t a fair trade.”

  I thought he was a psychopath for being obsessed with her tears, but when I remembered how hard I was when tears streaked down her cheeks when she was sucking me off, I knew we weren’t that different.

  We were both monsters. “I put a tracker in her. Hope you don’t mind. I moved into the country, so I didn’t want her to take off.”

  “That bitch won’t run,” he said with certainty. “Not unless she wants blood on her hands.”

  This woman didn’t mean anything to me. I hadn’t even bothered to ask for her name. But when he referred to her as a bitch, I didn’t care for it. She was just a woman who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. She was demoralized on a daily basis. Even when he wasn’t with her, he insulted her.

  It annoyed me.

  “Why are you sure?” So far, it didn’t seem like escape was on her mind at all. But that didn’t make any sense because she had some serious spunk.

  “She was taken with a friend of hers. I threatened to kill her friend, or worse, if she tried anything. It’s worked pretty well.”

  “Where is her friend?”

  “You don’t need to worry about that,” he said coldly. “She’s not nearly as attractive, so no one wants her. I’ve kept her around just to get Adelina to cooperate. She’ll do anything for that ugly friend of hers.”

  Adelina.

  That’s her name.

  I liked it.

  “Good to know, I suppose.” Her hands were tied, and there was nothing she could do. She had to submit to daily torture. Otherwise, her friend would be beheaded.

  I actually felt bad for her.

  “Did you call for any other reason?”

  “Where’s my shipment?”

  “It’s on the way.” It was ignorant of him to assume transportation of this magnitude would happen instantly. Moving weapons through different channels and avoiding government involvement was no easy task. “Don’t worry about it. Barsettis always deliver.”

  “I have no doubt of that. But can I get an ETA?”

  I eyed my calendar on my phone. “Probably tomorrow afternoon.”

  “Good.” He gave me a cold dismissal. “Enjoy her while you can. That bitch will be mine soon enough.”

  It annoyed me again. “Make sure you have the money.”

  “Don’t you worry about that.” He hung up.

  I tossed my phone on the table and looked outside again. The rose petal that fell had disappeared, swept off with the breeze like it’d never fallen in the first place.

  13

  Adelina

  What the hell am I doing?

  I sat on the floor of the shower and let the warm water run down my body. Like I’d never been captured in the first place, I’d gotten used to having access to showers, food, and a warm bed. I forgot how it felt to have that chain wrapped around my ankle. Tristan knew I couldn’t run, but yet he subjected me to the in
dignity anyway.

  Now I treasured every moment under that warm water.

  I treasured every moment of feeling clean.

  I tried to block out what happened the night before, but the image was still stained in my mind. Cane sat on the couch like a king, his knees spread and his enormous cock lying against his stomach. He stared at me with eyes that were both beautiful and terrifying. He never asked me to suck his dick.

  I did that all on my own.

  I didn’t want to sleep with him. I would do whatever was necessary to stay away from Tristan, but I didn’t want to cross that bridge just yet. I loved having the freedom to say no. I loved having the ability to control the outcome of my evening with Cane.

  I wasn’t ready to give that up yet.

  But when I kissed him, I felt something. It didn’t happen right away. It was a slow burn. First, my lips were infected. Then the warmth moved to my extremities, heating me from the inside out. It migrated to my core, my heart, and my lungs. Then it plummeted deep between my legs, right where the ache thudded.

  My panties were soaked.

  My clit was throbbing.

  I couldn’t catch my breath.

  I tried to fight the tension that started in my gut. I knew what it was even though I hadn’t been sure at the time. The stronger it got, the more certain I was. But I refused to let it happen, refused to allow my body to give in to what Cane did to me.

  But he forced me to feel it. Forced me to experience it.

  And then there was no going back.

  Being with Cane wasn’t the same as with the others. Those men never kissed me. Their idea of foreplay was slapping me across the face until I couldn’t stop the tears from coming. Cane kissed me like I was the only woman who mattered.

  I knew I didn’t mean anything to him. That wasn’t a mistake I would ever make.