Blyssfully Undone: The Blyss Trilogy - book 3

by CLIFF, J. C.

  At the time, Blyss was on the brink of becoming something, and I needed investors. I heard through the grapevine that Lance Oakley was my man, and apparently, he was indeed.

  I suppose I was so thick with greed and blinded by lust for her I didn’t stop to consider the many facets of his motives. Maybe because I’m just as fucked up in the head as he is, but at least I love her, something he would know nothing about.

  I shake myself from my daze, noticing she’s settled into the library. It’s a room I had made specifically for her, because I know how much she loves to read books. I have a small fortune wrapped up in all the hardbacks.

  She begins exploring the multitude of books on the shelves as she runs her fingertips randomly along some of the spines, but she surprises me when she doesn’t pick one up out of interest. Soon, she gives up and ventures down the hallway.

  When she comes across a closed door, she stops to try the handle. “That’s right, sweetheart. It’s locked,” I say aloud to no one. That’s the door to my playground.

  I remembered the promise I made to myself, that if I were to ever get her back, I would try to win her over, come at her from a completely different angle, and I refuse to lose my temper again. I don’t plan on showing her that room anytime soon, but once she gets acclimated here, and with the continued dosages of Blyss, I have no doubt she will be begging to get into my kink soon enough.

  I perch on the edge of my seat, giving her my full attention on the monitor in anticipation when she stops outside my office door. I’ve already shown her my office, making sure she knows where I might keep important papers and electronics. She saunters slowly into the room, her light golden hair shimmering against the natural sunlight streaming in through the windows. I’ve only locked but a few drawers, and purposely left the majority of them open to see if she’ll rummage through them and snoop. Again, she surprises me and does none of that. She doesn’t even give pause to stare at the laptop I left out. She settles herself in my leather chair, sitting behind my desk, looking sweet and innocent.

  My heart pounds against my chest when she stares longingly at my office phone. I pull up the computer program that can cut her off from the outside world with the click of a mouse as I wait in suspense as to what she’s going to do. She used to be so predictable, but now I’m not so sure. She bites at her thumbnail as she contemplates something in that brain of hers.

  She reaches behind herself, slipping her fingers into the pocket of her jean shorts, and pulls out the piece of paper I gave her with my phone number on it. I’m fucking flabbergasted. She slowly reaches for the phone, and then lifts the receiver as she lays the piece of paper flat on the desk in front her. I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I’m simply astounded. She’s actually going to call me.

  When my phone rings in my side belt clip, I jump. I was so lost in what she was doing I didn’t anticipate the vibration. An indescribable feeling washes over me from her wanting to call me. I pull the phone from its clip and answer with a husky voice.

  “Hey, baby, are you okay?”

  A long-winded breath escapes her before she speaks with uncertainty. “Umm, is it okay that I called you? I mean…I know you’re busy, but I just wanted to hear your voice.”

  I close my eyes, not believing my ears. “I’m never too busy for you. How has your morning been?”

  “Well, I went exploring through the house some, just like you said I could, but honestly, I’m lonely here without you. I miss you.”

  “You do, do you?” I ask, just so I can hear her say it again.

  “Uh-huh,” she says as she twirls a lock of hair around her index finger. “When are you coming home?” she inquires as she leans back in the chair, propping her bare feet on the leather seat. My lips twitch with mirth as I watch her make herself comfortable.

  “That depends on how fast I can finish all my work.” I pause to regard her as she bites her thumbnail again. “What are you doing right now?”

  “I’m sitting in your office. It’s the only room that smells like you.” She stiffens in the chair, suddenly concerned. “I hope you don’t mind that I’m in here.”

  “No, baby,” I reassure her, “I told you before when I left the house this morning. What’s mine is yours.” She slumps back into the chair and relaxes.

  “Why aren’t you passing the time with your paints?” I ask curiously. She hasn’t touched them since she’s been here.

  She shrugs her shoulders, and then draws an imaginary line on top of the desk’s surface, wearing a frown. “I’m not in the mood right now. I guess I still feel a little out of sorts. I wish you were here.”

  “Are you ready for me to come home?”

  Her eyes widen in hope. “Really?”

  “I might be able to work something out.” Then I pause to consider a question. “Are you bored, or lonely?”

  I watch her bite her lower lip and then slowly release it as she hesitates to answer. “Julianna?”

  “I’m horny,” she whispers shyly. I lay my head back in my chair and mentally sigh. It’s about fucking time.

  “Is that right?” I ask in a gravelly voice.

  “Yeah,” she replies huskily.

  “What do you want to do about it?

  “I want you to come home and make love to me.” My dick swells immediately, and I shift myself behind my zipper.

  “Mmm, you don’t sound like a woman who’s turned on and needy,” I tease.

  Her pink tongue slips out as she licks her lips and grows bolder. “I’ve been dreaming about your thick cock between my legs.”

  “Just between your legs?”

  She reaches to her breast and begins to rub a small circle over her nipple, and I stifle a groan. “Uh-huh, maybe between my lips at first, so I can use my tongue to taste the very tip of your dick. I’d then swirl my tongue over your soft head as you swell, and then I’d lick your slit so I can swallow your pre-cum.”

  I let out an exhale, hissing through my clenched teeth. I squeeze my hard length in the palm of my hand, trying to relieve the pressure building there, but it doesn’t work.

  “And then after that?” I rasp.

  “By then, my pussy would be soaking wet, and it’d have your name on it,” she whispers as she slips her hand into the front of her shorts.

  “Oh, woman,” I growl, imagining myself sliding into her wet heat. “I’ll come home now, only on one condition.”

  “Oh?”

  “Take off your clothes,” I softly command.

  “What? Now?” She removes her hand from her shorts, suddenly looking mortified, and I grin.

  “You heard me. Now be a good girl, and do what I say.”

  “Okaaay,” she whispers, looking around the room. “Hang on a second. Let me shut the office door.”

  “No,” I quickly blurt out, and she freezes with a puzzled look on her face, her eyes big and round.

  “But someone could walk by and see me,” she softly retorts.

  “That’s half the fun, isn’t it? Wondering if you’re going to get caught in the act.” I arch a brow, challenging her, watching to see what she’ll do. “Do it,” I demand.

  “Okay,” she whispers, and her submission makes me smile.

  I grin to myself as I quickly make my way downstairs toward my office. Watching her strip naked for me, and then having her compliantly spread herself out on display for my eyes only was a real treat. As I walk into the office, I shut the door behind me with a soft click. The noise causes her to flinch, but she doesn’t move, remembering to obey my commands.

  My gaze remains on her beautiful form splayed out across the surface of my desk as I slowly approach her. It’s nice to be able to appreciate her up close and personal like this, and the icing on the cake is she instigated this. Her breasts are a perfect handful, and my mouth waters at the sight of her pink nipples jutting out on display. Her long blonde hair has spilled out over the edges of my desk, and a tie of mine I had her pull out of my desk drawer has been tied around her h
ead, covering her eyes.

  “I think someone’s been a good girl for me today,” I purr as I approach.

  When I reach her side, I lean down and breathe in her sultry scent. She’s wearing the exotic perfume I bought her. I then exhale warm air against her neck, and whisper low and husky in her ear, “Are you wet for me?” She sucks in a sharp breath, and then shivers in reply. She lays across my desk like a masterpiece, a piece of art on display. My dick throbs with impatience as it strains against the confines of my dress pants.

  I rest my hands on the edge of the desk, purposely not touching her, wanting her to be filled with carnal need.

  I lean over her body and run my tongue around the pinkness surrounding her hard nipples. Oh, God, she tastes like sin. When I capture her nipple in my mouth and suck, she exhales the breath she was holding and arches her back. “Hold still,” I gruffly command, and leave her nipple to run my tongue leisurely over her creamy skin. I make a warm, wet, seductive trail down across her flat abdomen, and pause at her belly button to make a slow, sensual swirl, ending it with a kiss. This close, I can smell her arousal, and my nostrils flare with unadulterated lust.

  I step back and unhurriedly peel off my clothes, savoring her nervous anticipation. When I’ve shed my clothes, I stalk her like prey, and climb on the table between her legs. I slide the heels of her feet up to her butt, and then rest my palms against her inner thighs, pushing downward to spread her legs wide open.

  I growl at the sight before me, as if I’ve just unveiled a long awaited treasure. She shaved herself smooth and bare for me this morning, except for a little patch of hair on her mound. Movement catches my eye, and I flick my gaze to her chest. Her breathing has turned labored, her breasts rising and falling with excitement. Her chest is flushed, and her nipples are pink and hard. Damn, she’s a beautiful sight.

  My eyes cascade over her every feminine curve, and when I glance down at her opening, I can see her wetness seeping from her core. As much as I want to fuck her this very second, I need to taste her first. I want to know what it feels like when she writhes herself against my tongue.

  I lean down and press the warmth of my tongue into her opening, and receive the most erotic taste of my life. Her sweet juices flow over my tongue like honey as I lap her up like a hungry lion. She gasps aloud as I suck her into my mouth, eating her out with a furious passion. I graze upward, flattening my tongue against her clit, and then swirl it around her hard nub using firm pressure. Her lower extremities begin to shake, and then she grasps onto the edge of the desk with white knuckles, panting heavily. I insert two fingers, slipping them past her soaked folds while I suck with heavy pressure on her clit. Her hips grind onto my hand as she whimpers.

  “I’ve been waiting forever to taste you like this,” I whisper over her hard nub, and then blow a cool breath across her overheated skin. I swirl my tongue back over her clit with a new vengeance while curving my fingers deep inside her wet heat, plunging in and out of her.

  Her mouth falls open as she arches her back, throwing those perfect tits in the air. “That’s it, baby.” I reach up with my free hand to gently squeeze her breast before I firmly roll her nipple between my fingers.

  My dick is screaming with need, and I want nothing more than to slam into her tight pussy. Her hips lift as she rides my fingers with urgency, and I know I have her right where I want her. Now, I want to hear her beg me for it.

  “Do you want my dick, baby?” I ask, giving her permission to speak.

  A whoosh of air leaves her lungs as she frantically breathes, “Oh, God, Nick, you feel so good. Yes…I need you.”

  “Do you now?” I tease. “How do you want it?”

  “Please,” she begs, lifting that sexy pussy in the air, searching for my cock. “Hard and fast.”

  “That’s it, baby. Show me what you want,” I rasp as I sit up and grab ahold of my dick. I use the tip of my cock to dip into her slick sex, and then I spread her juices back over her clit, rubbing myself back and forth, asking, “Is this what you want?”

  Writhing her mound against my dick, she struggles, trying to get me to slip into her wet and waiting entrance. “Yes, Sir. I need your cock inside me now.”

  Her words have me lunging forward, and I watch myself disappear into the depths of her warm pussy in one quick stroke. She lets out a strangled cry as I bury myself deep into her soul. When I pull out and see my dick lathered in her creamy juices, creating a high sheen, I groan and pound back into her hard and fast.

  I grasp the underside of her ass, holding her hips up to meet my cock thrust for thrust. I watch myself disappear into her tight opening over and over again. Her cries spur me on, making me pump faster and harder. Her pussy clenches around my length with an ungodly amount of strength, her silky muscles creating a suction that screws up my rhythm as she sucks me back in.

  “Fuck.” I stop moving and squeeze her ass, holding her hips still while I try to regain my composure.

  “Nick,” she gasps, out of breath. “Don’t stop.” She squirms her fine little ass as I hold the weight of it in my hands, and I squeeze her flesh harder, willing her to hold still. I watch her lick those plump lips of hers as she pants for air. “Kiss me, Nick, please. I want to feel your hard body on top of mine.”

  “Hold still, babe,” I choke out. “I’m not going to last if you keep that up. Give me a sec.”

  I close my eyes and throw my head back, trying to focus on my breathing. Once I’m back in control of myself, I let go of her hips, giving in to her request. Gripping the edges of the desk on either side of her, I lay myself over her body.

  I begin to pump and roll my hips into her while taking her mouth in a passionate kiss.

  “Oh, God…yes!” she gasps. “Please, don’t stop.”

  I make sure to grind my pelvis over her clit each time I power into her, stretching and filling her with my fullness. It’s been too long; I’m not going to make it. The familiar tingling grabs hold low in my groin, and I pray to God she’s close.

  “Come for me, baby,” I demand, and in a few more strokes, I feel her legs begin to quake and her kisses grow sloppy. “That’s it; let go.”

  She breaks away from my lips and throws her head back, screaming out her release. I grit my teeth and growl as I come deep inside her at the same time, her pussy milking every last drop from me.

  “Fuck.” I work to catch my breath, keeping my eyes closed as I savor the last of my spasms. Damn, this feels so good. A fine sheen of sweat coats my body, my heartbeat still fighting to return to normal. I look down and shake my head, wondering how long I have to do this. I frown at the mess I’ve made. Weeks’ worth of pent up semen coats my fingers and cock. I glance to the monitor screen and find Julianna in the library, snuggled underneath a blanket taking an afternoon nap. I’m sick of just fantasizing about her initiating the first move. I don’t know how much longer I can keep from fucking her.

  Jules

  A few days ago, I became an empty vessel, hungry, looking for an emotion to devour. I can tell I’m on the fast track to being the world’s number one, Grade-A, fucked-up psychopath. Since my consciousness has been obliterated, I find myself having morphed into a dark, twisted, and disturbed soul. I’m ensconced in darkness, becoming one with it. As hard as it was to kill Nick’s man in cold blood, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt I have the strength and will to do it again.

  I’ve been taking Blyss twice a day without fail. Nick sees to that personally, and in all actuality, I’ve come to embrace it. I believe this drug has become a blessing in disguise. Within a few short days, it has allowed me to swallow the bitter pill of my circumstances, and give me the strength I need to endure them. It’s futile to fight against the drugs anymore; everything in my life previous to Blyss has been in vain anyway. Amazingly, Jared was right. It does have a lot of feel-good properties to it, allowing me to push past the pain and tortured soul I’m living with, and actually smile some.

  Nick looks at me skeptically for a moment,
staying silent as he tries to read me. “What are you grinning at, sweetheart?

  I peer up at him, batting my eyelashes, and the corners of my lips lift into a small grin. “Just the fact that this isn’t necessary. Don’t you already know you have my devotion?” I question in a soft tone. “There's no place I would rather be than here with you.”

  He arches a brow, and hands me the bottled water along with my morning dose of pills anyway. I take them and comply with indifference, even though I am thankful for them. I wouldn’t have been able to bounce back as quickly as I have without these drugs, but I would never tell him that. Finished, I set the water bottle down, and then Nick leans forward, his hands coming to rest on either side of the armchair, caging me in.

  “And why would that be, Princess?” he challenges.

  I lose all playfulness as a quiet somberness washes over me, and I frown. “When my dad betrayed me the way he did, it cut me deep. Real deep. I admit at first I was disoriented, scared, and confused when I woke up in your arms. Then to top it off, I was traveling to another unknown destination.” My stomach twists at the memory. “The way you took care of me that first night here, I quickly came to realize that you have been the only one who doesn’t want to hurt me.” My forehead wrinkles as I try to convey my thoughts into words. “All you have ever wanted is to just love me, whereas everyone else has done nothing but feed me lies, and then betray me. You’ve shown me love at every turn by watching over me for years, protecting and caring for me in ways I can’t even begin to comprehend…all before I even knew you existed.” His eyes glisten as I continue expressing my gratitude for him. “You’ve had my back since day one, and I’m so sorry I ever doubted you.”