A Soul Redeemed

by Dakota Black

  Camden fingered the file and studied the records for a few additional minutes. Then he placed the file on the coffee table. “What the hell. I do so love a game of cat and mouse.”

  “I thought you would. Let’s rock this.”

  Chapter 7

  Veronica studied her reflection for the fifth time then checked her watch for the fourth. Nervous? She laughed and eased the tip of her finger under her eye, wiping away a tiny smudge of eyeliner. She was out of her mind for even considering this.

  But she was going.

  She’d convinced herself that sex with a basic stranger was okay in this atmosphere, as if she were still living in the middle of the jungle. There wasn’t a single man during the year she would have considered spending the night with, let alone submitting to. Gripping the edge of the sink, she swallowed hard and controlled her breathing. Submission. “Ugh.” The word echoed in the tight space. She brushed both hands down the only feminine attire she’d brought and sighed. This would have to do.

  Nash hadn’t determined a time, but he was waiting. There was no doubt in her mind. And he’d be angry if she didn’t follow his orders and very soon. She nodded to the girl standing with shaking legs and turned out the light. The half-finished glass of wine remained on the small table. Would he care if she had alcohol on her breath? Would he even notice she was ready to jump out of her skin? Then again, did it even matter?

  She swirled the glass, doing her best not to spill the remaining liquid, and took a gulp. Medicinal. Yes, she’d convinced herself she needed a calming effect.

  Bip! Clang!

  The noise came from above. She froze and lifted her head before sighing. Yep. She was nervous as a cat. Work continued on the rig and every man she’d seen during the day had been almost too eager to get back to work. Some would be leaving soon, taking time with family and friends. Perhaps they were working overtime in order to get production back to the required amounts. What did she know?

  A nervous laugh escaped her lips and she eased the glass back down. She could wait no longer. The man would dole out punishment. Of that she was certain.

  After closing the door, she stood in the hallway, listening for any telltale sounds. No one could see her actions or know she was going into Nash’s quarters. She’d already had enough leers and condescending remarks to file complaints. As if she would. She slunk along the hallway, every step cautious, until she reached his door. Once there, she remained outside, making certain her decision was sound. She wanted him, every part of the man who embroiled her senses, awakening the woman lost deep inside.

  The words, his words lingered. She would become his.

  Tap. Tap.

  The footsteps were powerful, just like the man. She took a step back and held her breath.

  Nash opened the door and raised a single eyebrow as he studied her face. Then his gaze slid down her body to her toes. The man was hungry.

  He remained silent as he ushered her inside, closing and locking the door as he’d done before. He didn’t offer her a drink or a seat for comfort. Instead, he handed her a glass, the liquid inside a rich mahogany. Their fingers touched. The glancing brush of skin to skin was enough to make him growl. Inhaling, he inched closer.

  She could detect a musky scent, giving her a new series of tingles. Her lower lip quivered as he lowered his head, strands of his hair floating across her face and neck. She shuddered, a single husky moan slipping past her lips. Her eyes were unfocused, her pulse racing. No man had ever garnered such a reaction.

  Using the tip of his index finger, he drew a line down from her cheekbone to her jawbone, his whisper hoarse. “Tonight, you will do exactly as I say.”

  This wasn’t a request or a question, but a direct command and she knew the consequences if she didn’t obey completely.

  Nash lifted her chin until he could look into her eyes. His were little more than blackened pools, haunting. Commanding. “You’ll learn to obey my every desire.”

  “Yes.”

  He raised a single eyebrow, the finger now pushing into her skin.

  “Yes, sir.” She heard her answer, knew she’d uttered two words, but they remained ringing in her ears as if she was far away.

  The pressure eased, and he took a step back, lifting his glass. “Enjoy, while I learn more about you.”

  Veronica bit her lower lip before easing the lip of the glass to her lips. She licked the rim before taking a sip. The cognac was exquisite, warm and comforting.

  Nash used the same finger as he moved, dragging the tip down from her neck to her shoulder. He took calculated steps, moving behind her, his touch remaining the same, controlling. He continued his exploration, his finger sliding inches down her arm then across to her back. He intertwined his fingers in her hair, tugging back to expose her neck. Again, he lowered his head until his lips brushed across her heated skin. He bit down, grunting as he took her tender flesh into his mouth.

  Biting back a gasp, she closed her eyes as his rough tongue moved back and forth in slow motion. Pain swept down to the base of her neck, tingling sensations extraordinary. She felt her body swaying back and forth.

  He licked around the bite and removed his hand from her hair, this time allowing his nail to drag down the length of her arm and back up.

  She was glad she’d left her hair long, flowing free. With every swipe of his finger she breathed out, almost light headed, swimming in her own intense longing.

  There was no sense of time as he traced a pattern on her skin, moving only an inch every so often. When he was finally back in front of her, he nodded. “Remove your clothes.” He sat down, ever so slowly, and crossed his legs, dangling one arm over his knee.

  Again, the command was simple, yet laced with such demand that she was taken aback. She reminded her inner voice that this wasn’t about romance, and the passion would be dark, even angry given his particular brand of ownership. She managed to slide the glass onto the table and stood straight, stiff. Risking punishment, she allowed herself to admire the man. Wearing dark pants and a white shirt opened halfway down his chest, he appeared as the dark soldier, a man who would take what he wanted.

  His eyes danced in the very dim light and he savored the cognac as she tugged at the thin hem of her blouse. Her fingers remained stiff as she freed the material from the confines of her skirt. Unbuttoning slowly, she could tell he concentrated his gaze on her fingers as they fumbled, moving in a stilted manner.

  Once the shirt was opened she exhaled, the sound raspy, full of fear.

  Nash nodded in appreciation as she eased the material off her shoulders, allowing gravity to take it to the floor.

  Smiling, she reached behind her, unfastening the single button and zipper then wiggled the skirt down her hips. She kicked out of the simple black piece of attire and once she stood in only her thong and lace bra, she’d never felt more naked. Her arms moved to cover her bodice but a single finger lifting from his relaxed hand made her stop. She panted before easing one side of her bra strap down then the other. Struggling to reach the clasp, she bit back another moan as a bead of perspiration trickled down from the edge of her forehead. What he must think of her.

  He inhaled, allowing the sound to become exaggerated and shifted in his chair.

  She knew he was becoming irritable, unused to waiting so long for his commands to be satisfied. Once the bra was on the floor she waited to see if there would be any additional requirements. There were none. She kicked off her shoes and proceeded to slide her thumbs under the thin elastic of her panties. Her little voice, the one screaming deep inside, was reciting happy words that she’d shaved that morning. All men in power preferred a bald pussy. The thought made her blink several times as she stood naked. Waiting. Wanting.

  Nash took a deep gulp of his drink then swished the remaining liquid in his glass. “Turn around.”

  Obeying, she shuffled until she faced the other way. Her mouth was dry, her eyes watering and she clenched her fists by her side. She was being inspected
, her worth determined.

  “Come here.”

  Veronica allowed a single whimper, one soft and almost inaudible, before turning back to face him then walking in his direction. When she was mere inches from the man, the way he was looking at her was telling. He would devour every inch of her body.

  He never moved his stance or allowed his facial expressions to give away what he was thinking. He merely pointed to the floor. “On your knees.”

  Every cell in her body was alive, on fire as she dropped down, trying her best to remain graceful. What if anyone saw them? What would they think of her?

  Uncrossing his legs, he opened them wide then leaned over, moving the glass back and forth from hand to hand. Once again, he rubbed the tip of his finger down the side of her face to her neck, then further to her breasts. He circled her right nipple, taking his time to flick back and forth.

  She licked her lips as her nipple hardened and she could tell just how turned on he was. The bulge between his legs was thick, throbbing. She wanted nothing more than to take his cock into her mouth, suck until he spewed cum down her throat.

  Nash used his thumb and forefinger to pinch her hardened bud as he took another sip of his drink, studying her reaction.

  Groaning, she rose further onto her knees, her arms flitting across her legs.

  “Arms on your legs, your palms toward the ceiling.”

  Instantly she obeyed. She wouldn’t be allowed to touch.

  He eased the glass down and rubbed his hand across her cheek, his thumb moving back and forth across her mouth. The pressure became greater until he was pushing hard against her face. Cupping her breast, he squeezed until she winced then motioned for her to crawl between his legs. He fondled the other breast, exhaling as he inched his head closer. He dragged his tongue across the seam of her mouth before crushing his lips over hers then slid one hand around to grip the base of her neck.

  Light and dark speckles of light formed in front of her eyes both from the pressure and the building desire. He was reminding her of her complete submission, her gift to a man she barely knew. The kiss was desperate, hungry in a carnal manner. His tongue gnashed against hers, his breath skipping into her mouth, growls pushing up from his belly. She kept her hands in their required position, but she longed to be able to touch him. Stroke him.

  Dragging her up by her neck, he bent down, engulfing her nipple and biting down.

  “Oh!” Anguish and pleasure mixed together in a wild dichotomy until she was left breathless, her pulse off the charts.

  He shoved his hand between her legs, rubbing the edge down the length of her pussy. After a few seconds, he drove three fingers inside her cunt, plunging in and out in wild abandon.

  As her head lolled back, she did her best to keep her required stance, remaining a good girl. Nothing would have prepared her for his savage actions as three fingers became four, his thumb drilling into her clit, his other hand twisting her breast. But she wanted more. Craved every bit of his total control.

  Just then he let go, the sound of the chair squeaking. “Open your mouth.”

  Opening her eyes, she blinked several times, attempting to focus, and offered a smile. She did as she was told and the moment he slipped his fingers inside, goose bumps popped along every inch of her skin.

  He narrowed his eyes as he pumped his fingers into her mouth. The thrusts became harder, faster. “Perfect.” Sighing, he pulled back his arm and sat back, a satisfied look on his face.

  She watched him, his long fingers as he wrapped his hand around his drink, pulling the glass to his lips. They were red and full, perfect for kissing. The thought made her bite down on her lip, resisting issuing any level of noise. She could tell he wanted her quiet until she was told she could talk.

  Nash cocked his head, his expression remaining lurid and sipped on his drink. When he spoke, his words were husky, full of desire. “Suck me.”

  She scooted closer and reached out, allowing her hands to travel up from his inner thighs. He didn’t seem to mind the sensual touch as she lifted her hands until only the tips of her fingers rubbed against his trousers. Hunkering over, she caressed his legs, her fingers kneading, and inched closer to his crotch.

  His face held a look of amusement but he allowed her to play, to tease as she reached for his belt.

  Veronica’s breathing remained shallow as she tried to maneuver the buckle, cringing inside given the time length. He didn’t say a word as she continued to fumble until her fingers tugged on the metal clasp, finally able to pull the belt through the single loop. Now more in control, she unbuttoned and unzipped, pulling the edges of his pants aside.

  Nash twirled his finger in the single strand of hair falling into her face before pushing it aside and behind her ear. “You’re beautiful.”

  The compliment was unexpected, and she could feel heat rising form the swell of her breasts, creeping up to her face. On this night, with this man, she felt beautiful. Sensual. Offering another smile, she freed his cock from the tight confines and blew a swath of hot air across the tip.

  “Mmm…” He eased his head back and sighed, his lip curling, his arm relaxing.

  She lowered her head until her lips were just above his cockhead. Darting out her tongue, she licked across his sensitive slit once, then gave his face a quick look. He was enthralled, happy. Satisfied, she slid her hand under his balls, cupping and squeezing. She remained tingling as she licked around the head, savoring the taste, the smell of his testosterone.

  He settled further into the seat, widening his legs even further and sliding down. “Don’t tease or I’ll whip your ass.”

  Her legs trembled as she rolled his testicles between her fingers, the touch just enough he grunted. Taking the tip of his shaft into her mouth, she sucked, using her strong jaw muscles to clamp around his thickness. The taste of him was sweet, almost exotic and she closed her eyes as she took him down another inch, her tongue swirling in a zigzag pattern. The touch of him was hot, wet and the concept of what she was doing filtered into her mind.

  As if having no control, he placed his hand on her head, then his grip became tighter, more controlling. He wanted her to take every inch, to savor every last drop of his cum.

  Relaxing her throat, she took him down an inch at a time, moving her hand to pump the base. She twisted around and back, sensing the friction building. When her mouth was halfway down his dick, she stopped and held him in her mouth.

  He shifted again, his legs tensing. A short laugh escaped his lips. “You’re begging for a belt whipping. That, I can tell.”

  She eased his cock out of her mouth then licked down the underside until she reached his balls. Taking one into her mouth, she drew his ball in as far as possible as she ran her finger down the length of his shaft, using just the tip of her nail.

  His grip became tighter, his fingers intertwining in her hair. “Suck. Me.”

  Moaning around the invasion, she licked and sucked then moved to his other ball before licking back up until she reached the tip. She blew again, this time forcing the giggle to cease before taking half of his dick into her wet mouth. Crowding even closer, she kept her lips around the thick shaft before moving down, slowing as her throat relaxed. There was nothing more she loved than sucking a man, tasting his tangy cum.

  Nash huffed, his head tossing back and forth. “Show me how good your mouth is.” The command guttural, his body stiffened as she clamped down. He pushed her head just enough she was forced to take almost every inch.

  Her eyes watering, she continued to will her body to relax as she twisted her hand around the base over and over again. Moving up and down, he allowed the orchestrated rhythm as she sucked, her tongue swishing back and forth.

  “Shit!” The exclamation filtered toward the ceiling and he exhaled, his breath sounds scattered.

  She clenched her eyes closed and allowed the rhythm to take her until the sounds of her slurping mixed with her moans, excited whimpers. He was long and thick, larger than any man
she’d ever given head to. And she had to taste him. With every long plunge, every self-imposed drive into her mouth, she wanted nothing more than to crawl into his lap, have him shove his cock deep inside.

  As she continued, Nash jerked up from the chair, his change in position shoving his dick further into the back of her throat.

  A strangled sound pushed past her lips, but she continued sucking him harder, faster, wanting to make him come. She watched his expression, his face pinching as she squeezed and clamped his balls.

  “Fuck!” The sound more of a roar, he dropped his head and gripped the side of her face. “No more. Not like this.”

  Veronica allowed his dick to fall from her mouth and licked around her lips, immediately dropping her hands to her thighs.

  Nash laughed and polished off his drink before patting his lap. “I want more. I want all of you. First, we take care of discipline. Hand me your panties.”

  Discipline. She shrank back, a trickle of fear washing through every cell. Her hands were clammy, her heart racing.

  “I said. Hand. Me. Your. Panties. I won’t ask again; I’ll pull out my belt.” His expression was stern, controlling.

  She reached over, grabbing her thong and balling the slip of silk in her hand, straightening her arm.

  Nodding, he took them into his hand, bringing them to his face, inhaling as he closed his eyes. “Very good.” When he gazed down at her, he beckoned her closer. “Open your mouth.”

  Her lower lip continued trembling as she parted her lips.

  “Wider.”

  Now, open wide, she realized her eyes were watering, tears forming.

  Nash shoved the panties into her mouth. “We must remain quiet. Come.”

  His words were imploring. She curled her arms inward, feeling like a small child, then rose to her feet. She clenched her mouth around the invasion, breathing in her own pussy juice.

  He patted his lap again as he set down his glass. “What every woman needs, a firm hand, strong discipline.”

  Her ears were ringing from the words as she was pulled over his lap. She placed her hands on the floor and sucked in her breath. This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be her future.