Stockholm Syndromance: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 4)

by Ada Scott

  He kissed me while I parted my knees, and one finger slipped inside me. I moaned into his mouth and bucked my hips to rub my clit against his hand.

  “So what should we do all day since we can’t steal a car and hit the road yet?”

  “Well, I’ve got a meeting with Jace at noon, so we don’t have all day, but we’ve got enough time.”

  “For what?”

  “You’ve been keeping something from me. Something that’s mine.” He cupped my sex and I gasped.

  “What is it?”

  He ignored my question. “These high-end hotels are used to celebrities dropping in and making insane requests. For people paying twenty-kay a night, their policy is ‘no questions asked and it never happened.’”

  “Right…” I drew the word out suspiciously.

  “So I ordered some stuff last night, and had it brought up when I woke up this morning.”

  “What is it?” I repeated.

  “You’ll be saying ‘fuzzy duck’ before the morning is through, Princess.”

  Eliana

  Eric dried me while I was squealing with excitement inside, then pulled my hair into a ponytail and wrapped it around his hand a couple of times to march me out of the bathroom. I told him it was practical.

  My eye was drawn to the splash of color on the bed, two handcuffs attached to the headboard, with bright padding on them instead of the standard-issue ones I’d spent so much of the last week wearing. The next thing I saw was a box opened on a table, but I couldn’t see what was in it, so I looked back at the bed.

  Eric followed my line of sight and then put his hand on my throat. “That’s right. That’s where you’re gonna get fucked. But first I’m going to put that mouth of yours to good use. Get down on your knees.”

  I half went down by myself and was half forced down by Eric, but down I went either way. Waiting, I looked up at him expectantly.

  He tapped my cheek with the palm of his hand. “Suck. Cock.”

  I untucked the towel and watched happily as it fell away from his body. Having had his hands on me for a while now, his manhood had grown a little, but I still had plenty of work to do.

  When I reached for it, he gave my head a little shake. “Hands off. Just use your mouth.”

  I licked my lips and then stuck my tongue out to help draw his cock into my mouth as I had done with the strawberries in the bath. Once I had my lips around the head, I sucked it in and felt it twitch immediately as Eric gripped my hair tighter and hissed his appreciation.

  His thickness swelled with every passing moment while I swirled my tongue around his girth, and it wasn’t long before it was hard enough for me to bob my head and slide it deeper into my mouth. Eric started thrusting his hips forward to meet each bobbing motion as well as pushing my head from the back with his grip on my hair.

  “Good girl,” he said. “You know what those lips are for.”

  My heart was pounding with excitement and I reached up to squeeze my own breasts while sucking like my life depended on it. Eric’s hard cock squelched against the back of my throat a few times and then, with one sustained push, he forced himself in.

  I squeezed my eyes shut and braced myself with my hands on his thighs, but didn’t fight him. When I felt my lips around the base of his cock, I fluttered them open and looked up at him.

  “Fucking picture perfect,” he said.

  Cradling my head with one hand and keeping his grip on my hair, he started thrusting in and out of my throat harder and harder, without letting me breathe. My face went red and I felt a trickle of what might have been water from the bath but was more likely to be my own juices tickling my labia.

  Finally, after what felt like a world-record, he let me breathe. I let him hold my head up by my hair as I gasped for oxygen, and reached between my legs. He’d made me a slippery mess again, and so soon after my bath too.

  Smack!

  “Hands off. That’s mine. Don’t you dare.”

  I looked up at him with every bit of frustration I could pack into a single pout but placed my shaking hands on my own thighs. Eric stroked the cheek he had just struck and my hyper-sensitive skin prickled with his touch.

  “You think I’m going to let you cum that easily? No. I’m not going to let you until you’ve lost your fucking mind. Not until you’ve earned it by being my good little slut. Now, lick those balls. Fucking worship them.”

  Eric stroked his cock over my face as I took his balls into my mouth one at a time and lavished them with tender loving care. I did it slow, I took my time to explore them with my tongue, feel their weight and move them around to better adore them while that tower of cock loomed over me.

  I could see every twitch and throb of his manhood as I showered affection on his balls. Every lick and suck had an effect on him and I found myself wondering what it would be like if he came like this.

  Some of it would fly into the air and land on my face, while some of it would spill down over his hand and I could lick it up off his balls. A jolt of pleasure between my legs made me wiggle happily.

  I felt him tense up and he stopped stroking himself, pulling me away by the hair. It felt like a small victory, so I looked up at him mischievously and licked my lips with calculated slowness.

  “Think you’ve got the better of me, huh?” he asked.

  Eric pulled me to my feet and shoved me in the direction of the bed. I landed on my stomach and he straddled my back, easily overpowering each of my arms to connect them to the handcuffs.

  With me going nowhere fast, he shuffled towards the bottom of the bed until he was over the back of my knees.

  Smack! Smack!

  His hand came down hard on each of my ass cheeks and I screamed in pain and surprise, then moaned at another jolt of pleasure between my legs. I’d be wearing his handprint for days if the sting was anything to go by.

  “Now that is a perfect ass,” he said, leaving the bed entirely and heading over to the table with the box.

  I craned my neck to watch and saw him pull something metallic and undeniably phallic with one hand, as well as something I couldn’t see in the other. He twisted the base of the vibrator and a deep buzzing sound came from it.

  Eric came back and placed it and a small bottle of something near the bottom of the bed and then pulled a couple of pillows out from the top, stuffing them under my hips so my ass was raised in the air. He picked up the vibrator again and sat next to me on the bed, leaning over my back sideways and facing away from my head so my ass was right in front of him.

  When he touched the side of the vibrator to my ass cheek, I gasped. Maybe it was because my freshly-spanked ass was sensitive, but that thing felt powerful beyond what should have been possible for something that size.

  Slowly, and even more deliberately than I had licked my lips, he moved it down my ass to the crease in my skin at the top of my thigh, then moved it inwards in the direction of my pussy. Long before it came close to my sex, I could feel the vibrations in my clit and I squealed in excitement.

  “Holy shit!”

  I could almost see the devilish smirk on his face when he cruelly moved the vibrator away, along my inner thigh. The feel of it gave me restless leg syndrome, I couldn’t keep still, but Eric leaned more weight on me and kept me in the same position, ass up.

  Before he reached my knee, he moved the vibrator over to my other inner thigh and started heading back to where I wanted it. The closer it came, the more still I was in anticipation.

  The vibrations grew and grew until he touched the tip against my labia and I buried my face against the mattress to muffle my squeal. The feeling was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. I didn’t know whether to try to struggle away or try to grind myself against it.

  In all likelihood, it was a moot point, because no matter what I did, Eric decided where it went and how hard it pressed against me. Now he moved down my thigh again, but soon brought it back and pressed the side of the vibrator along the length of my slit.

>   “Oh fuuuuuuck!” I screamed.

  The feeling against my folds was intense enough, but the way it buzzed against my clit had me feeling like a pressure cooker with the needle quickly edging into the red zone. My pussy was absolutely dribbling with excitement, I could feel it when Eric rubbed the smooth surface along my opening.

  Sweat was starting to stand out on my forehead when he pulled it away from me entirely. I tried to say something, beg him to put it back maybe, but found myself temporarily robbed of language.

  “I can feel how hot you’re getting.”

  Eric leaned over and blew on my pussy and I welcomed it like a breeze on a scorching summer day as his breath cooled my wet sex. He squeezed one ass cheek and kissed the other before bringing the vibrator back and starting to build my climax up again.

  My hard nipples rubbed against the covers and I kept turning my head from side to side as if I couldn’t decide which way to look while the relentless humming assaulted me. Time and again Eric took it away and let my orgasm recede from the edge of explosion until I was begging him to let me cum.

  “Not until I’m inside you,” he said.

  Instead of putting me out of my misery and fucking me senseless, he slipped the vibrator into my pussy in one fell swoop. It wasn’t as big as him and was completely smooth, so it went in with no problem at all, including a slight swelling near the base that seemed to keep it in position.

  With that thrumming inside of me, I started panting against the covers as electricity arced between my clit and my belly, building up my pleasure. Some cool liquid spilled along the crack of my ass and dribbled down towards my pussy and I gasped, but didn’t look around to see what Eric was doing.

  I felt him changing positions to straddle my legs again and then his cock was nudging against my asshole. My head shot up and I looked around wild-eyed as the vibrator continued to melt my mind.

  “I’ve… I’ve never… never h-had…”

  “I know. You’ve been saving it for me and now I’m gonna fuck your ass as hard as I damn well can.”

  He pushed forward and the pressure increased until I buried my face against the covers again and moaned. Finally, the pressure and the lubricant he’d poured on were too much for my ass to fight against and the head of his cock sunk into my tight hole.

  Much like the first time I’d taken him inside of me, it was hard to believe that the cock just kept on coming. Not only that, but the vibrator never stopped, masking the fiery pain of this anal invasion and combining with his cock to make me feel more full than I would have thought one woman could ever feel.

  Eventually, I felt his pelvis come to rest on my ass cheeks and he leaned forward, putting all his weight on me to force his cock even deeper into my back passage while the pillows kept me in prime fucking-position. His hand came around and squeezed my throat, lifting my head off the mattress again.

  “Where’s my cock, Eliana? Let me hear you say it.”

  “It’s… in my ass,” I panted.

  “When I saw that sexy little untouchable princess on TV, I never thought that one day I’d be here fucking her in the ass. Ain’t life grand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Eric started thrusting in and out of me, the pillows making my ass bounce up to meet him every time. Our bodies slapped together and under it all was the steady hum of the vibrator.

  My world was burning fire and pleasure, twisted together beyond recognition until they were the same thing. Eric held on to me tightly, and fucked me as hard as ever he had, rocking my body with his power and driving that cock into my depths over and over again.

  He was fucking me so hard that every impact of his pelvis on my ass was like a spank and my ass cheeks must have been bright red. My eyes rolled back in my head as my orgasm grew bigger than I could ever hope to control and I screamed my ecstasy.

  Electric bliss cramped every muscle in my body, freezing me in what was probably a less than flattering pose as Eric kept on fucking me and the pleasure dominated my world. My breath creaked out of a throat that was clamped shut and my pussy gripped the vibrator almost as tightly as my ass gripped his cock.

  The whole world, what little I could see of it through my narrowed eyes, was shaking to the point of becoming a blur as Eric continued his eager assault on my ass. My orgasm was just beginning to fade when, with one deep thrust, the world went still and the utterly unique sensation of a huge load of cum splashing up my ass reignited it.

  Eric made me crane my neck to kiss him as he emptied his well-licked balls into my ass and the vibrator hummed-on unabated. When he was still again and my orgasm had truly passed on, I couldn’t take any more of that wonderful machine, my sex was too sensitive.

  “Fuck he does... I mean does he fuck… I mean fuzzy duck.”

  Eric pulled himself and the vibrator out of me so quickly that I gasped at the sudden emptiness. It took a bit longer to get the handcuffs off, but I was free and in his arms again soon enough.

  “How do you feel?” he asked.

  “Like I got fucked in the ass and I need another bath,” I laughed. “And like I love you.”

  “Love you too.”

  After a shower together instead of a bath and a thorough exploration of the food, I was feeling like all was right in the universe. Except Eric was leaving.

  “Don’t forget me, OK?” I said.

  “No problem. Listen, I’ve got something for you. Somethings.” He headed back to the box.

  “The box of tricks isn’t done yet?”

  “Nope.” Eric pulled out a couple phones and entered their numbers into each other, then handed me one. “I should be back by dinner, but you can contact me as often as you want.”

  I took the phone. “Thanks.”

  “And this is for you too.” He pulled a handgun and a leg-holster out of the box and gave it to me.

  I raised an eyebrow. “What are you thinking I might need this for this afternoon?”

  Eric held up his hands and shrugged. “Home defense? If you don’t like the show on the TV? I don’t know. I’ll just feel a lot better if you have it on you, OK?”

  “OK. Not worried anymore that I’m going to shoot you and make good my escape?”

  Eric gave me a one-sided smile. “If you want to escape now, I’d rather you did shoot me.”

  “Aw, that’s so sweet.”

  “So, this is already loaded, but if you need to use it, all y-”

  “Hi, I’m Eliana Mondalo. My father was a hitman and I grew up surrounded by an army of criminals.”

  “You know how to use it.”

  “I know how to use it.”

  “Good. Just keep it on you. The ‘Do Not Disturb’ thing is on the door handle and you should have everything you need here, so don’t go anywhere or let anybody see you. Now kiss me quick because the car is probably already waiting.”

  I kissed him quick.

  Eric

  It wasn’t easy reassuring Eliana about her safety when I’d been having so many doubts myself. This was Jace Barlow I was dealing with, after all.

  Back when I worked for the Picollis, before he tore them apart from the inside, he already had a reputation for brutality and for getting the job done no matter what. This wasn’t a guy you imposed your own plan upon lightly.

  He’d mellowed out since those days and although his path may have bulldozed through regular society’s laws and conventions, he had at least never strayed from that path. That’s why I trusted him.

  When he met people he wanted to work with, he told them that if they didn’t fuck him around, they’d be treated with the respect their skills commanded. I had never seen him betray that trust.

  This was still an unusual situation though. If Vito killed Jace’s parents and Jace had found out about that somehow, would he lose control? His acceptance of Eliana staying with me was a little too easy.

  The official purpose of this meeting was debriefing about what had happened since last Friday, but my main goal was to bury this hat
chet one way or another. If Jace did mean any harm to Eliana, I would have to put him down now. Today.

  With his resources, financial, human and personal, he’d be more impossible to hide from than the Picollis. We couldn’t run from him, so I had to face him man to man.

  When I entered his office, I was relieved to see that Kendall wasn’t there. She’d defend him to the death and fucked if I wanted to orphan their kids.

  Even better, his hacker, Dan, was here. He was one guy whose skills were difficult for me to fully grasp, and one of the main reasons it would be so tough to hide from Barlow.

  I kept calm on the outside despite the turmoil going on inside me as I crossed the room towards the seat waiting for me. Jace watched me closely, making me feel like my head was in the crosshairs of a sniper. Could I really betray such a man? For a woman I’d known for seven days?

  For Eliana… I could. After unbuttoning my jacket, I sat down opposite Jace. It wasn’t lost on me that he kept his hands under his desk.

  “So, why is it that you’ve got this look on your face like you’re going to kill me?” Jace asked, cutting through all the bullshit.

  Dan tore his eyes away from his laptop and looked to either side of him at the two of us, as if he’d suddenly woken up in the middle of no-man’s-land with no idea how he got there.

  “I’m worried about your intentions for Eliana,” I said. “I can’t have you hurting her.”

  “I told you I wasn’t going to, didn’t I? Since when has my word not been good enough for you?”

  “It always has been. Always. But you’ve got a special kind of hate for Vito.”

  “I do,” he said.

  “So what if he was the one that killed your parents? Is your word still good to me? Is it still good to yourself?”

  I could see the thunderclouds forming behind Jace’s eyes at the mention of his parents. “Listen to what I’m saying. Vito did kill my parents. And Eliana is safe. From me, anyway.”