And why didn’t I say “yes” to her? Maeve had been needing him, wanting him.
Because she’s not ready, asshole.
And since when did you develop a conscience?
Christ. Now, I’m arguing with myself.
Unfortunately, his dick hadn’t gotten the message.
Getting his hands-on Maeve had been devastating, delicious. And he wanted to do it again. And again.
Visions of Maeve danced in his head, beckoning him with her swaying hips and open arms, and, well, legs.
He rolled onto his back. Nox always slept naked, and his unruly cock had risen to the image of her in his mind. He envisioned her in the bed with him, sprawled between his legs.
He’d have her lick his cock with her little pink tongue and wet lips. All the while, he’d thread his hands in her hair and guide her until she drained him of all his come.
Or maybe he’d push himself deep inside her. She had a neatly trimmed cunt, just the way he liked.
He wondered if she would be wet for him? Would her legs quake as he played with her little clit? Would she beg him to take her, fuck her into submission?
Hell yes, she would.
Somehow, without even realizing it, Nox was on his feet and heading down the hall.
When he opened the door to Maeve’s room, he found her curled on her side, looking out the window, bathed in silvery moonlight, and she was wide awake.
He cleared his throat.
Gasping, Maeve glanced at him.
"I can't stop thinkin’ about you. God knows I've tried."
“Me too.”
"We can't do this. No matter how much I want it. You aren’t ready.”
And yet, he swooped her up in his arms and pressed her back against the wall, and placed his hands against it, pinning her.
“Then why are you here?”
“Stayin’ away from you hurts.”
Nox wanted to bury his face in her hair and inhale her scent. No, he wanted to touch her, and he didn’t mean sexually. He wanted to trace the planes of her face, explore the twin points of her collarbones.
And then I want to taste her trembling mouth.
“If you don’t want to do this, tell me now, and I’ll go back to my room.” Somehow, he’d find the will to walk away from her.
Instead, she turned her head, exposing her throat. It was a gesture of surrender.
And he was lost.
Maeve wasn’t the obedient type. Not naturally. Like Nox, she was an alpha, ready to lead. And yet it seemed Maeve craved his control.
Every now and then, he loved a struggle, demanding a submissive’s capitulation to his whims and desires, but this was delicious. In his darkest fantasies, a submissive obeyed his every whim, giving herself to him completely.
Nox owned her body and soul and she never left him alone. He owned her, possessed her.
He kissed her throat, nipped the skin. “Strip.”
Maeve undressed slowly, while he watched her like a hawk. They hadn’t brought any overnight clothes with them. She’d slid out of her skirt earlier, along with her bra and the white button-down shirt.
Right now, she shimmied out of her panties and folded them, before placing the undies on the end of the bed. Then Maeve peeled off the tank top and stood naked before him.
She was incredible from head to toe, luscious breasts capped with pink nipples, long legs, a spankable ass, and a trimmed pussy.
Maeve swallowed, her gaze dipping below his waist. “Your cock is huge.”
“I know.” He grinned. He was standing at full attention, throbbing.
“And pierced.”
“That too.”
He’d gotten the head pierced on a whim. It had been excruciatingly painful, but once the ache had eased, the piercing was erotic. A slight tug on the ring got a rise out of him.
“Can I…?” She reached for him, but he shook his head.
“Not yet. For now.” He sank to his knees in front of her. “Open your legs.”
Maeve complied, and he lifted one leg, throwing it over his shoulder. Maeve balanced against the wall.
Her silken sex lay open to him, like a ripe fig. In the Middle East, he’d often ordered them for breakfast when he’d been on assignment. They’d been poached, served over yogurt, drizzled with honey.
Like the fruit, Maeve was also hot and pink and even more delicious. Her folds were moist, coated in a silky moisture. I want another taste.
And he drank from her pussy, lapping it.
Maeve shivered, clutching the wall for support.
He stroked her clitoris. The tiny bud was already swollen. It stood at attention for him, like a recruit before a commanding officer.
She moaned a long, gasping cry.
He leaned back to get a better look at her. Maeve closed her eyes, face screwed up.
And then Nox stroked hard. One finger. Two fingers. Three. He stretched her, getting Maeve ready for his cock.
When she was sleek and swollen, and her pussy gripped his fingers, Nox carefully extricated himself and stood once more.
She was panting, mouth open, nipples hard, and thighs wet. Eager. Wanton.
“Come here.” He crooked a finger, and she stepped to the center of the room to stand in front of him.
"Goddamn, but you’re a sight to behold. Clasp your hands behind your back and square your shoulders.”
She did as he asked, met his gaze evenly.
He circled her, inspecting his prize. Nox ran a hand down her back, over her ass. When he reached the front, he cupped a tit for a moment, weighing the softness in his palm. He gently smacked the flesh, turning it pink and then pinched the nipple between his fingers.
Maeve mewled.
A touch of pain put a submissive on the knife’s edge of pleasure. It was almost a symbiotic relationship, and they fed one another like twin desires.
"I’d love to take you to a fetish club naked, just like this, maybe with a collar around your neck.”
Maeve didn’t respond, so Nox slid a finger beneath her chin and lifted it.
"Would you let me?” He toyed with her other nipple, stroking it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Yes. No.” Maeve bit her trembling lower lip. “I want to say ‘yes’ now, but I wouldn’t later on.”
“Your pussy is answering me.”
Sometimes hormones had a way of leading subs astray. They could get lost in the sensuality of being under someone’s control.
And then he cupped her face, tilted her head back and almost kissed her. Her lips parted for him, and Nox considered plundering her mouth, but he stopped.
Something told him, if he tasted Maeve’s lips, he’d be lost.
Instead, Nox cupped her tits, kneading them.
He wondered how far he could push her. Nox had a thing for public play. He dreamed of taking a sub to a sex club and having her any way he damn well pleased, while other men panted for her.
Of course, Nox didn’t share his toys. Ever.
They could look all they wanted, but Nox would never let them touch her.
When he forced himself to step back, Maeve swayed toward him as though she didn’t have a will of her own.
Excellent. Now, we’re gettin’ somewhere.
Nox padded over to the bed and crooked a finger. “Get over here.”
Maeve obeyed, and he laid a hand on the small of her back, bending her over. Her eager compliance made his cock ache, twitch, weep with need. He was already stiff, standing up against his belly.
Her ass was high in the air. It was round and firm, and oh-so-spankable. He’d brought along some sex toys in the duffel bag, he intended to use on her. But not just yet. She’d look glorious with a plug in her tight hole.
He walked a tight, half circle around Maeve, admiring the view. Her cunt was swollen and slick.
Nox bent over, pressing his cock against the side of her hip, showing Maeve exactly how aroused he was. He slapped her bottom, and she squealed.
“T
ell me, has anyone fucked your ass?”
“I’ve had fingers there, but never a cock.” Her voice was scarcely above a whisper.
“Hmm. A virgin. Interesting. Where do you want my cock? In your ass, mouth, or cunt? Unless you use the safe word, all three of them are a possibility."
Eventually, he intended to penetrate her everywhere, fill Maeve to the brim with his dick. And if she’d permit it, his come. He wanted to spatter her with it, watch his seed glistening against her skin and push it deep inside her.
However, he wouldn’t be able to last tonight. Nox was too worked up, to give Maeve a thorough seeing to.
She quaked but didn’t speak.
“Do you want to say the safe word? Speak it now or forever hold your peace.”
She gasped a breath. “You can take me wherever you want.”
Nox groaned. “Fuck me. I love that answer.”
Nox rubbed his cock against her tight little asshole, and she tensed. Fucking her there would be so fucking amazing. She’d be tight and velvety hot, like a glove around his dick, but he had to introduce her to anal slowly. It took women time to grow accustomed to the sensation.
“I’m in the mood to take both your mouth and your cunt tonight.” And he’d claim her ass later.
She moaned again.
“Do you like the word cunt, Maeve?” It was earthy, dirty, and sexy as hell.
“Mmm, yes.”
“Thought you might.” Nox swatted her ass. After all, it was his for the taking. “Before I take what’s mine, I’ve got a couple of questions. Any diseases I should know about? Issues?”
“I’m clean.”
“Me too. I get tested all the time. Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent, but I’m not going to come in your pussy.”
“No?”
“No, I want it in your mouth.”
Patiently, Nox removed the ring and set it on the nightstand. If he fucked her with it on, the piercing might draw blood.
And then he lunged inside her luscious cunt, as deep as his prick could go. Nox set a ferocious pace, seizing her hips, slamming into Maeve. She took him all in and whined for more. His balls slapped against her ass as Nox rode her hard.
There was no need to be quiet.
Not that he gave a fuck if anyone heard them anyway. Nox placed no limits on himself, colored far outside the lines, and did whatever he damned well pleased. More people should live that way.
Nox rode her to the very edge, slamming his pubic bone into her, grazing Maeve’s clit with every thrust. Her gasping pants were harsher, and her knees wobbled.
She’s close.
He abruptly stopped, and Maeve wailed in protest.
“No, I’m not finished with you yet.”
Nox went around the side of the bed and grasped her long hair, twining it around his hand like a rope.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth now. Slowly.”
Maeve nodded.
And then he pushed his dick into her mouth, letting Maeve taste herself. Maeve relaxed her jaw, and he glided in and out slowly, letting her get used to his size.
He groaned.
“Okay?” he asked.
She nodded.
And then he pushed his cock deeper into her throat. Not enough to gag her, but Nox wanted to fill her up. Eventually, she relaxed enough to let him lead, and he fucked her mouth, driving into her.
When he couldn’t take it anymore, he switched positions and slammed into her pussy again.
Maeve went down on her elbows, groaning beneath him.
“Nox…?”
“Need somethin’?”
“God, yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I need to come.”
“Is that right?” Nox slapped her ass.
“Yes. I can’t even…” Maeve trailed off, struggling for the words.
Nox knew exactly how she felt. He’d never felt so primal before, possessive, on the fucking edge.
He grazed her clit again, just barely. "You wanna come bad enough to beg me?"
“Yes, please, I need it.”
Nox slammed into her harder, faster.
Maeve wailed through her release, shuddering beneath him. He let the orgasm rush through her.
Nox stilled, gritted his teeth. He tried to relax, cool off, so he could enjoy the way her cunt clamped down on him.
After she’d finished, Nox took her mouth again. It didn’t take him long. After a few thrusts, he came, exploding into her velvet mouth.
Afterward, she curled up naked beside him on the bed. He wrapped an arm around her and pulled the sheets over them.
Aftercare was important as the act itself.
When submissives offered themselves, they became vulnerable. It was important to care for them afterward, let them come down from the high slowly.
“That was intense. I felt like I was drifting.” She sounded sleepy, uncertain. “Just for a while, I wasn’t me. There were no responsibilities. No worry.”
“It’s called subspace. And was it a relief?”
“Yes. Thank you, but you don’t have to stay with me, I’m fine.”
Yeah? Well, I’m not.
Nox didn’t know what the fuck had just happened. It was never this intense, this incredible. Maeve was the perfect sub. Somehow, they both intuited each other’s needs. And it was about a lot more than his dick. He liked Maeve. And he wanted to bring her sister home safely.
“I can stay here if you like. It’s not a big deal. Even if this isn’t a romance, we can still be intimate.” Nox wanted to stay for some reason, but he wouldn’t plead with her. “Besides, submittin’ to someone can be exhausting, both mentally and physically and I wanna make sure you’re no worse for the, uh, wear.”
“Okay.” Her teeth sank into her lower lip.
And then she settled back against the pillow. He kept an arm around her, needing the physical contact.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Chapter 6
I never stay the night. It’s my first rule.
Sleeping beside someone implied a deeper connection. At least in my book.
Maeve never cuddled either. It was rule number two. Cuddling leads to a toxic hormonal response which lends itself to picking out slow cookers for a wedding registry and sensible shoes.
So why am I laying next to Nox?
They’d screwed around last night, and it had been epic, the best sex of her life.
And it was something else, too. Inexplicably, Nox had been tender. He’d opened up a bit about his past, held her as she slept. And she’d babbled to him about Reggie and her sister.
This seemed to be much more complicated than a cheap fling. Which is a real problem.
And yet, she couldn’t seem to move. Instead, she lounged beside Nox, enjoying the warmth of his body.
Maybe her hormones had gotten the best of her. Maeve hadn’t slept with anyone in a long time. She and Nox were intensely sexually compatible, and the hormones were making her a little nuts.
Yeah, that had to be it.
Or maybe this was about letting go.
She’d been in charge of the company for a year, and in a powerful position for six years. Maeve was always the one making decisions. With Nox, all she had to do was lay back and let him take charge.
Yeah, right. Excuses, excuses.
Her phone buzzed with an incoming call, and she picked it up before Nox woke up.
It was Jim. “How’s the search going?”
“We hit a brick wall. No one has seen Amy.” Maeve gingerly slid out of bed and lowered her voice, so she wouldn’t wake Nox.
He sighed. “I’m sure she’ll turn up in a day or two with a great tan and a story to tell.”
Really? Because I’m not.
Some sixth sense told her this wasn’t a simple case of irresponsibility. What if Amy was hurt? Lying in a ditch somewhere? What if she’d gone off on a wild bender? All sorts of scenarios flooded her mind, eac
h one was more terrible than the last.
“I hope so.”
Maeve picked her tank top off the floor and quickly slid it over her head. Then she grabbed the rest of her clothing and laid it on the end of the bed. She wouldn’t get fully dressed until she’d cleaned up a bit.
“Why are you whispering?”
“Um, no reason.” It was none of his business where she was, or what she was doing.
“Do you need anything?”
“No, I’m fine.” It was a lie.
Maeve had expense reports to sort through, and a new marketing proposal to create, and countless other tasks to finish, but she couldn’t concentrate. Every time she settled down to work, Maeve’s thoughts kept drifting back to Amy.
The phone line crackled. “Come on, Maeve, don’t lie to me. There’s at least a hundred things to do. Let me help you.”
“It isn’t fair to dump this on you.”
Since she was failing as a CEO, Maeve needed to buckle down and spend more time in the office, not less. She needed to be perceived as a competent leader, not someone who was vulnerable and needed assistance from her underlings.
“Don’t be silly, it’s what I’m here for. Come on, I’m here to make your job easier. Let me take care of everything.”
Maeve didn’t have the energy to argue with him, and she did need his help, even if she didn’t want it. When this was over, and her position with the company was secure once more, they’d have a performance meeting, and she’d recommend a huge raise to the board. He couldn’t climb any higher without unseating Maeve, but she wanted to show her appreciation for his service.
“If you’re sure…”
“I am. You can hand off everything to me if you like.”
“Thank you, Jim. I really appreciate it.”
If she didn’t have to worry about all these routine tasks, Maeve could give the Amy situation her full attention.
She sighed. “Okay, I’ll send you an email tonight, with some attachments.”
“I’ll be looking for it.”
“And Jim?”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
He chuckled. “You’ll never have to wonder.”
“Who are you talking to?” Maeve whirled to see Nox who watched her from across the room. His arms were folded over his chest.
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