RockYourSoul

by Sara Brooks

  Forgetting her hesitancy, she stepped forward. The steel of the cipher lock was cold and smooth under her trembling fingers. He’d changed the locks to something sturdier. More secure.

  For her.

  She hauled in a breath, fighting the ache spreading through her chest. “Thank you.”

  He came to stand next to her, the heat of his body flowing into her. “Allison insisted. In fact, she didn’t even ask Patrick—just called me yesterday and said she needed my assistance since I’m the only one with all the keys.” Heat pricked the back of Beth’s eyes as tears started to fall. “Go on, open it.”

  “I don’t know the code.” She sniffed, wiping at her tears so she could see.

  “Sure you do. Zero, zero, four, two.”

  No way. “Are you kidding? The door lock code is forty-two?”

  “Sure, why not? It is the meaning of life, the universe and—”

  “Everything else,” she finished. “I never took you for a Hitchhiker’s Guide man.”

  “I still have to have a few surprises, right?” He snaked a hand around her and punched the code in. “You can thank my older brother for my knowledge on the subject. Sam would be thrilled to know of his influence, so let’s keep this between us. Don’t think I can handle his gloating.”

  As the door swung open she realized she was holding her breath and exhaled slowly. Most of the implements Ryan kept in the room had been pushed against the wall, leaving the center of the large room empty.

  Except for her motorcycle.

  She forgot about the incident with Murdock and all the tension she’d been holding released as she turned to face Ryan. “I don’t think I want to know how you got this in here.”

  A smile teased the corners of his mouth as he walked toward her, shutting the door behind him and locking the robust mechanism. “Good. Because I wasn’t going to tell you anyway.”

  “Decided it was time to make good on the little scene you talked about on moving day?” The image that formed in her mind now was one of her draped over the curves of the motorcycle, Ryan’s ropes binding her hands against the vinyl grips. Exactly as he’d described the moment he’d found out she had the motorcycle in the first place.

  He stepped close to her again, his hot breath drifting over her skin. “Couldn’t let a perfectly good fantasy go to waste, could I? Besides, you won’t get to ride her for a little bit while we’re gallivanting around the globe. Seemed like a good place to store her. Especially because it seems so special to you.”

  His hands closed over her shoulders, his fingers massaging her tight muscles. She groaned softly. Long hours at the station had started to take its toll. “So your intentions are totally altruistic?”

  “Oh hell no.” His light touch smoothed over her shoulders, skimming down her arms before his fingers circled her wrists. A shiver raced up her spine, the very last threads of the horrible memory of Murdock fading away. “I have every intention of spreading you out and indulging my fetish.”

  He turned her face toward his. His mouth slid over hers, a rush of heat flooding her body. Hunger bit into her hard as his tongue invaded her mouth. The velvet strokes made her tremble with need as the heat inside her ratcheted to dangerous levels.

  Pure lust and desire roared through her, a meltdown of her core imminent if she didn’t do something to quench the fire. She tore her mouth from his, her lips tingling where they’d broken contact. She realized everything was tingling. From her aching nipples to her already dripping wet pussy.

  This was what she needed. What she wanted.

  She decided she was done hiding because the specter of a dead man haunted this room. He’d controlled her life once. She wouldn’t allow him to do it again. She loved Ryan too much and simply wanted to get on with her life.

  He wanted to marry her.

  She was the only one who could set her recovery into motion. Much as she’d done once she’d made the decision to seek out Ryan and his expertise. Now he was all hers and damn her for allowing it to go to waste by thinking about Murdock.

  “Tied to the motorcycle it is then.”

  Ryan spun her around, releasing her wrists as he grasped the hem of his shirt. He lifted the cotton slowly, revealing the broad expanse of his chest in minute increments. Her hands itched to smooth over his wide chest and flat stomach, tracing the line of blond hairs that arrowed down the center of his abdomen and dipped under his waistband.

  He toed off his boots, catching the heavy buckle of his belt to unfasten the top button of his jeans. Her heart started to race with unadulterated appreciation as he popped another button and the tip of his magnificent cock peeked out. The barbell piercing in the crown sparked in the light, her toes curling at the thought of sucking him into her mouth.

  She had a little worshipping of her own she’d like to indulge in.

  He let out a soft laugh. “There’s that look I love so much again.” He crooked a finger toward her and she stepped into his embrace, loving the feel of all that naked skin. She missed enjoying the feel of his solid body molding against her, cradling her close.

  He tugged on the hem of her shirt, taking his time by drawing it up similar to the way he had with his. His mouth captured hers again as he tossed the shirt away and welcomed her back into the shelter of his arms. Warm fingers dragged the straps of her bra away, discarding it as well. Her heart skipped a beat when those fingers brushed against the collar he’d made for her.

  The kiss deepened as his hands traveled over her body, mapping the planes and lines. She hissed against his lips when he captured one of her nipples and pinched. His hand moved away much too soon, but her reward was the sweet tension coiling in her belly as his fingers slid down her torso.

  Ryan’s hand moved over the wet flesh between her legs, parting her to tap a finger gently against her clit. When she arched into his touch, he slid a finger inside her, pressing the heel of his hand hard against her clit. She tilted her pelvis, rocking against his hand as he started to fuck her with his finger.

  She held on to his shoulders, desperate for a release to eradicate her ability to think. When he continued the slow, maddening pace which only drew out her pleasure, she lifted one of her legs, wrapping it around his hip.

  “In a rush?’ He drove his finger deep, stroking her.

  “Yes. Please. Oh please.”

  “I don’t think so.” He moved away, smoothing his fingers over her ass as he scooped her up into his arms. She whined as he spun them both, desperate to put an end to the achy need swamping her body. He swung his leg over the seat of the bike, settling into the soft, leather cushion. She faced him, her thighs straddling his as he pushed her gently back to curve over the gas tank.

  The position spread her legs, baring her pussy. His eyes flashed as he stared between her legs. “Getting you off so quickly would be too easy because you’d be done. I’m finished with easy, California. And I am mostly certainly not done with you. God, the scent of your cunt is driving me crazy.”

  Need knifed through her.

  He leaned forward, snagging a length of rope hanging over the handlebar. Twining his fingers with hers, he lifted her hand to his mouth, his lips pressing hot against the scars darkening the flesh at her wrists. The new marks were healing, but the old scars remained. Once she’d told him the reason for the cuffs, he wouldn’t allow her to hide behind them any longer. She’d even thrown them away so she wouldn’t be tempted to cover them again.

  The knife scars were enough of a reminder about her strength.

  Not her weakness.

  She’d survived and overcome. She’d found Ryan. More importantly, they’d found each other.

  He started winding the rope around her slender wrist and she swallowed hard as her pussy throbbed. He hummed softly as he worked, a habit that had just manifested recently. She recognized the tune even though she’d only heard it for the first time an hour ago.

  Cold metal pressed against the back of her hand as he fastened her wrist to the gentle cu
rve of the handlebar. He repeated the same process with her other wrist, settling into the seat when he was finished. His gaze traced her curves, lust darkening his eyes as he stared down at her.

  “Just as gorgeous as I thought. But do you taste as good as you look?”

  He shifted back on the seat, bending so her legs straddled his shoulders. Moist heat enveloped her clit as his mouth surrounded the nub. She lifted against his mouth, silently urging him to keep going. His tongue slid through her wetness, a long slow lick as his gaze met hers.

  “Do you like when I eat you?”

  She swallowed, realizing her throat had gone dry as she’d watched him suck her pussy. She moaned as she nodded, wriggling against his tongue. “Yes.” Shocks of pleasure spread through her as his teeth nipped at her clit. “I need you, Master.”

  “You have me, California. You will always have me.”

  He rose slightly, tucking two fingers into her cunt. She whimpered as she tugged on the bindings surrounding her wrists. Pressure built, blinding her with the intensity that speared through her whenever he drove his fingers deep inside her.

  Ryan sucked on her clit again, humming against her flesh. She shuddered, a wave of pleasure flourishing with each note. She trembled against his hold, clenching for what seemed like forever until the orgasm finally exploded through her with an intensity that stole her breath. She catapulted higher when he sucked on her again, slowly stroking a small bundle of nerves high in her vagina.

  Tension and pressure clawed at her insides as she continued to shake from his onslaught. His fingers were persistent, pushing and sliding against her flesh. Her body was a living flame, burning with a need that only Ryan would be able to extinguish.

  “Stop. It hurts. It’s too much.”

  “Ah, that means it’s just right.” His fingers were ruthless, rubbing her inside while his tongue played over her clit. He mercilessly pushed her further, quicker, harder until the tightness only enhanced her building arousal.

  Her head spun, her mind whirling as he moved faster and faster. Her entire body tightened for what seemed like an eternity. She trembled as a delicious pain slammed hard into her. The orgasm broke deep inside, washing over her so swiftly and painfully, her scream filled the room. She came and came, unable to stop as the wetness spread between her legs. She bucked against Ryan’s mouth, crying out again in a harsh, guttural moan as she fractured over and over.

  As she continued to ride the high, she was dimly aware of Ryan rising over her.

  He took her mouth, his lips and face slick with her desire. She could smell and taste the sweetness of her pussy on his tongue. His hands skimmed possessively over her breasts and down the flat of her stomach to come to rest gently against her pulsing clit. She mewled against his lips as a new wave of sensation assaulted her. He swallowed each breathless pant, wrapping his tongue around hers until she squirmed against him again.

  She gasped as he pushed away and stood. She shook her head in an effort to regain her bearings. His hands skimmed over her torso, pinching each of her nipples in turn until her mind fuzzed again.

  “I think we ruined the seat.” He dipped between her legs before pressing his hand over her cunt again, painting her pussy lips with the very visible signs of her arousal.

  “I don’t care, just make me yours, Master. Please, please just fuck me already.”

  Ryan gave a deep, rolling laugh as he bent to capture her mouth. “How can I ignore such a plea?” He draped her legs over his thighs again, pushing down the waistband of his jeans. His thumb skimmed over her clit as he shifted her hips and plunged into her pussy.

  His head fell back, a satisfying groan filling the air as his cock slipped deeper. “You feel so amazing. You are so amazing.”

  As he moved, the piercing brushed against her muscles deep inside, adding another layer of sensation onto her already oversaturated system. The bike jerked under her as he drove hard against her.

  Ryan leaned forward, reaching up to undo the knots binding her wrists. Hands free, she wrapped her hands around his nape, molding her body to his. He lifted her, holding her against him as he swung his leg over the seat. The movement pressed her onto his shaft, forcing a happy sigh from her.

  His eyes glowed with wicked intent as he spun them around. All the passion and need she’d been holding back since the night of the attack unleashed as he held her tightly against him when he thrust slowly up into her. His hands molded to her ass as he stepped forward and laid her out on a flat surface.

  When she recognized the waffle pattern of the wire under her back, fear clutched at her throat, cutting off her air supply. He’d placed her on top of the cage. Suddenly, the sweat coating her skin wasn’t sexy anymore. It felt more like a poison tainting the moment.

  “Easy, California. Stay with me. Just breathe a few times, slow and steady.” He continued to move inside her when she inhaled and exhaled as he instructed. Even his measured strokes didn’t sway her mind from the last moment she’d be around the cage. To the fear that had invaded her entire body as she’d been locked inside. “You are so hot. So tight. I want to keep fucking you, just like you want me to, but you have to stay with me.” She nodded, biting her lip as she fought back the wave of debilitating memories threatening to ruin their moment. “Don’t think. Don’t concentrate. Just relax and feel me inside you. Feel that, feel how hard I am for you?”

  His mouth came down on hers again, teasing her lips as he buried himself as far as he could inside her. His hips rolled against hers, sensation growing in a tight ball of pleasure. The memory of the last time she’d been near the cage started to fade a little, the pain in her chest easing.

  Instead, she remembered Ryan barreling through the door to come to her rescue. He’d saved her. In more ways than one. He’d forced her to face memories that had darkened her doorstep for years. He cared enough to help her through, to have her well and whole again. To be his wholly.

  “Open your legs a little wider for me, that’s a girl.” He cupped a hand under her butt, bringing her closer so the base of his shaft brushed against her clit each time he thrust. “He doesn’t deserve to be a focal point of your thoughts anymore, baby. Just so you know, I intend to take you on every single piece of equipment in this room in order to imprint the memory of us on them for you. Backward, forward, upside down, I don’t fucking care. Whatever it takes. Then we can go on our honeymoon.

  “We’re going to be so good together, Beth. So goddamn good.” The hard ridges of his cock stroked the walls of her pussy, pulling feelings from her she didn’t know she possessed. As those horrible memories began to fade, passion and need poured from Ryan, flowing into her. He pounded against her hard, his cock sinking into her cunt over and over with ragged strokes. He fucked her with a reverent tenderness, demanding and sweet all at the same time.

  “You are my life, my love. This building isn’t my sanctuary, you are.” Her breath hitched, sounding shaky as her pleasure spiraled higher. His gaze bored into hers, raw emotion reading clear in his expression. “You’re written on my soul, Beth. Forever and always.”

  She swallowed once, twice, three times in a desperate attempt to find her voice. She’d done everything she could to bandage her soul and instead, Ryan had ripped those coverings away to strip her down to her core. A sob filled the air as she buried her face in his neck and breathed him in. He’d healed her in his own way just as she’d healed him. Ryan was right. Allowing Murdock to enter her mind here in their special place gave him power.

  A power he didn’t deserve.

  The last remaining threads of Murdock faded from her mind, never to be thought of again.

  “He’s gone now.” She eased back against the cage, smiling as she realized there was no panic from the hard metal pressed against her skin. Love darkened Ryan’s blue eyes, highlighting the fierce determination he possessed to do whatever necessary in order to see she wasn’t disturbed by those images again.

  She stared up at him, those big, broad shoul
ders rippling each time he slid into her. Her heart slammed hard against her chest, but not from fear. From acceptance. She reached up, sliding her hand over his smooth jaw. “He’s gone and I belong to you. Forever and always, Master.”

  “I belong to you as well, California.” One side of Ryan’s mouth curled up in a smile. His hands hooked around her shoulders as he pressed his body against hers. His thrusts found a steady rhythm, taking her deep and hard as he raced them both toward orgasm.

  Her climax started slow, churning faster as it burned brighter. Every cell in her body ignited as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Beth surrendered to the sensation of his cock plunging into her while listening to his breath hitch and change as he approached his own release.

  As Beth held onto the man who’d rescued her from the abyss she’d lived in for so long, they spilled over the edge together and into each other’s hearts.

  About Sara Brookes

  Sara Brookes is a multi-published author who has always been fascinated by the strange, the unusual, the twisted and the lost (tortured heroes are her personal favorite). She is an action movie junkie, addicted to coffee and has been known to stay up until the wee hours of the morning playing RPG video games. Despite all this, she is a romantic at heart and is always a sucker for an excellent love story. Born and bred in Virginia, Sara still lives there with her husband and daughter. The entire family is owned by two cats, Galahad and Loki, who graciously allow the family to cater to their every desire.

  Sara welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.

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