Slade

by Adriane Leigh

  “Don’t think tonight, Dillon. Just let me have you.” His thick voice vibrated across my nerve endings.

  I sighed and relaxed into the king bed, felt my body turn to liquid and seep into the fibers. This was my mechanism. My coping, escaping, surviving.

  “Slade!” I shrieked as a fiery cold cube of ice ran across my ass. Water dripped between my cheeks as I squirmed and giggled to escape it.

  “Stay still and the water won’t move.” His comforting voice whispered in my ear.

  “Mmm…” I half moaned before settling again.

  “Good girl.” He trailed the cube across the hollow of my back and along either side of my spine.

  Up, up, up, before he pulled my hair to one side and swirled the icy cube at my nape. Water pooled and warmed. Melted to drizzle across my skin and land between my breasts before soaking into the comforter.

  “I want all of you tonight.”

  “Slade,” I whispered, shaking my head with the last vestiges of shaky defiance.

  “That’s the deal, Dillon. Your body, your mind, your sweet smile, and your eyes.” His palm snaked over my arm to turn my chin to him.

  Searing cornflower eyes captured mine.

  “You have me,” I murmured. I wasn’t sure if I meant it, or if I was just trying to appease him. It didn’t matter. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He was as stubborn as they came.

  “Don’t lie to me.” He caressed my chin with the pad of his thumb.

  “Never.” I shook my head softly.

  “Good,” he murmured before turning me in his arms. My naked body pressed to his fully clothed one.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist instinctively, my pelvis lifting and searching to meet his.

  “So beautiful, so responsive. You want this, Dillon. From the moment we were together, I knew we would be here.” His hand snaked between us to run through my soaking wet lips. I groaned and arched, my eyes drifting closed.

  “There’s one rule tonight.”

  “Mm-hmm?” I hummed with pleasure.

  “Your eyes, I want them. Always.”

  Shaken from my pleasure bubble, my gaze shot open to meet his. We spoke a thousand words without uttering a single one. My lips held between my teeth, I finally turned, my eyes falling closed.

  The goddamn tears burned again.

  I was usually so expert at compartmentalizing.

  I’d always been able to keep my life then and now separate.

  My life here and there apart.

  But he was smashing it all to bits.

  Tearing down the walls I’d constructed with a few needy words.

  “I don’t know if I can.” I shook my head and clenched my eyes tighter, refusing to let him see.

  “I know you can.” His hands trailed along my cheeks, cheekbones. Fingertips feathering over eyebrows, brushing across the delicate whispers of eyelash and temple. “You’re strong. You can take anything.”

  The lump lodged in my throat started to ease, the burning doused with his words.

  I sucked in long breaths to fill my lungs as if it was the only sustenance I needed.

  “Let’s try again. Eyes, Dillon.” His words burned in the air that hung thick between us.

  Deep breath in.

  Deep breath out.

  In.

  Out.

  Open.

  I licked my lips and clutched at the forearms he held strong and steady on either side of me. “There, you’ve got them. You’ve got me,” I said with false confidence. My eyes burned into his as he watched me.

  I hated this. Hated the intimacy. Being wide open and vulnerable, the idea of locking eyes with him while he was inside me terrified me.

  “Beautiful. I knew you had it. I knew you could.” His voice dripped over me like melted chocolate. Warm taffy and sugary caramel. He made me beautiful. Strong, sexy, sure. “Next time I want you to mean it.”

  I ground my jaw painfully. He’d known. While I may have performed the action of catching his gaze, he didn’t have me. I hadn’t given behind my eyes, myself, to him.

  “Are you going to fuck me?” I whispered, eyes challenging him, my hips grinding, ankles locked around his waist.

  “Easy, baby.” He chuckled and ran hands through my hair, pulling it above my head and fanning it across the pillow.

  “I want you,” I released before snaking my hand between us to palm his steely erection.

  His eyes fell closed as a feral moan vibrated from his throat.

  “Eyes, stranger.” I grinned and squeezed. His beautiful blues opened and a cocky grin lifted his lips. “This is a two-way street, buddy.” I smiled as I went to work pulling the button of his jeans from its loop.

  “Give me your hands.” He yanked at my wrists and thrust them above my head. My muscles fought the control without thinking.

  “What now?” I whined as my limbs fell limp.

  “Thought that was it?” He chuckled before reaching for something from the side of the bed.

  “What?” I squirmed but his looming form was too strong to break.

  “Shh…just your apron, beautiful.” He wrapped the worn strings around my wrists and tied it in a few quick loops. “Loose enough you can get out if you want. But you won’t.” He placed a kiss at the underside of my wrist before dropping my arms against the pillow.

  I groaned and wiggled as his hands trailed down my sides, feeling the dips and hollows of my rib cage, chasing lazy circles around my belly button before his tongue dipped and he delved in, tasting my cool skin.

  I moaned and ran my feet up his denim covered calves, urging him on.

  “Told ya,” he mused against my belly before dropping further. He pushed between my legs, nuzzled his nose across the neatly trimmed hair of my pelvic area, before flicking his tongue at my clit.

  I arched and groaned in surprise. He pushed his mouth to my pussy and swirled his tongue, lips sucking, teeth nipping as I rocked against his rhythm.

  I wanted my hands loose.

  I wanted to run my hands in his short hair and pull. Push. Scream.

  My nipples ached while I arched. Soft moans filled the small room as he slowly and steadily worked me to orgasm. My nerves blew apart. My legs turned to jelly and moans turned to pleading shrieks as the arousal flooding between my legs had my eyes drifting closed on soft pleasurable whimpers.

  “Rule number one, Dillon.”

  “Fuck,” I breathed as my eyes shot open, hardly seeing in the dim light. Only his bright and shining blues stared back at me, a smile on his face as his thumbs ran lazy circles on my hip bones.

  “You’re a goddess when you cum.”

  “Slade,” I groaned.

  “It’s true.”

  “It’s ridiculous.”

  “Not if it’s true.”

  “You’re stubborn.” I stretched and twisted my wrists in their unnatural binds.

  “Mmm, thank god because you just creamed all over my face thanks to my determination to get you right here, right now. If being stubborn is wrong…”

  My laugh filled the room around us.

  “Now turn over.” My laugh was cut short when he yanked me over on my knees and hoisted my ass in the air.

  “Slade!”

  “The night’s only young.” He swatted my bottom before I was dry humping air and begging for his talented tongue again.

  I had her. I knew I would. There was a moment, a brief tick of time where I thought I’d fucked it all up. That weekend in Portland, I was afraid she’d run, no turning back.

  But some place down deep in my gut I knew she’d be into it, she’d just never had anyone to teach her before now.

  Enter me.

  Slade Michael Thomas.

  Giver of pleasure and discipline in the form of multiple orgasms.

  I was a confident guy, and I’d had practice. I knew Dillon’s body, been getting the formal introduction for months now.

  All for this moment. This night.

  Right here.


  Right now.

  “Slade,” her long arm curled around my neck, fingers digging into my shoulder blade. I pushed my jeans down my thighs and kicked them off in a heap on the floor with my shirt. I teased at her arousal-soaked folds, the tip of my cock aching to plunge in. Take her, own her, make her mine.

  But I was drawing this out. Making her ache for it.

  I wanted Dillon dizzy with desire.

  “Shh…baby.” I stroked through her folds, coating my cock in her thick juices before pulling out and nudging at her back entrance.

  “Slade, please. God, please fuck me.” She arched, chasing my dick, begging for it seated deep inside her.

  “Deep breaths, my beautiful whore.” I kissed along the hollow of her neck, chased nips across her collarbone, and sucked at the flesh beneath her ear.

  “You’re driving me insane.”

  “For what?” I smiled into her neck.

  “You.”

  “What do you want? Tell me.” I urged as I moved between her legs.

  “Your cock. Slade, fuck me,” she begged.

  “Mmm, good girl.” I eased away, feeling cool air rush between sensitive organs. “Should I take you here…” I pressed my cock at her opening. “Or here?” My dick slid between her ass cheeks to probe at her entrance. “Maybe in that dirty mouth of yours?” I hooked my index finger between her lips and pulled at her cheek. Her eyes flashed as a raging inferno exploded between us. Anger, lust, need.

  “Anywhere, take me anywhere.” Her head thrust back into soft down as I eased my cock between her slick lips.

  “Mmm…turn over.” I turned her beneath me and reached to make quick work of tying her wrists to the rung of the headboard with the strings of her apron.

  A low groan tickled her vocal cords as she squirmed beneath me.

  “Ass up.” I propped her in the air and devoured with my eyes. “Ready, baby?”

  “Fuck yes,” she muttered and twisted at her makeshift bindings.

  Her fight or flight response was kicking in. Her body’s response to potential danger. I couldn’t wait to break her of that.

  “Good.” I landed a swift smack on her ass. She squealed and pulled her hips away. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” I smoothed my palm over her warm cheek before hitting her again. She yelped and pulled at the restraints.

  “See how your pussy likes me spanking you?” I ran a finger through soaking wet lips and leaned to thrust it into her mouth. She sucked and pulled at the flesh until my fingers were clean. “Mmm…such a surprise.” I glided my hands over her curves, erasing the sting of my hand. “Your pussy loves when I treat you like my slut.”

  She huffed just before I landed a swift smack across glistening pink lips.

  A low moan echoed between us and her elbows collapsed beneath her body. “Your pussy loves when I hit you. When I take you. Say it.” I ran fingers through her wet lips, teasing while I waited.

  Her head thrashed yet she remained silent.

  “Say it, slut.” I smacked her pussy again and she whimpered, hips fucking the down comforter she lay on. “Say thank you.”

  “Mmm…thank you.” She turned and a soft, sated smile lifted her lips. “Asshole.” And gone was the soft smile, replaced with a challenge.

  “Nasty girl.” My cock pulsed between my legs. I was done playing games, done making her beg, I needed it. Needed her. Needed to get off inside her soft body.

  “I’m not using a condom tonight. I want you bare.” We’d always used a condom, despite the fact that I knew she was on birth control.

  “Good. Wanna feel me? Feel my pussy pulsing around your cock? Wonder how many guys have been there before you? Who I’ve had, where I’ve had them? If they took me bare?” Her eyes sparked and then burst into raging blue flame. I gritted my teeth together. This girl was dangerous.

  Every guy craved a challenge and I was no different.

  I wanted to claim her, shut that dirty mouth of hers, and make her forget every other poor bastard that came before me.

  Make her a slave to the orgasms only I could give her.

  “Love that mouth of yours.” I clenched at her ass cheeks and seated myself between her thighs.

  Hot, silky heaven.

  I was home wrapped around Dillon.

  She moaned and mumbled incoherently as I fisted one hand at her hip, the other fingers working deftly at her back entrance. Slamming in and out of her, her hips reaching back to meet me as we chased simultaneous orgasms. I pressed one fingertip at her ass and watched her body tense before relaxing and allowing me entrance. I was filling her from both ends, showing her that this body was for my pleasure.

  I released her from her bindings and flipped her over, throwing her creamy legs above my shoulders. Leaning her off the bed, one hand gripping her waist to hold her suspended, I thrust into her sweet body as her nails scratched at the wood floor of her small bedroom. Her hands fisted in her hair as I rode her like my life depended on it.

  I gave her four orgasms by the time it was all said and done.

  I came twice. Once in her pussy, and finally on her beautiful tits.

  Dillon was mine. I was claiming her. And the claiming had only just begun.

  “Mmm…what time is it?” She stretched and yawned before curling herself around my body.

  “Two thirty,” I murmured as I checked the clock on my phone.

  “What? Shit, I gotta go.” She leapt out of bed, all naked smooth curves and determination.

  “Where ya off to?” I asked, propping a head on my elbow to watch her rush around the room.

  “Lunch.” She pushed through the hangers of clothes in her closet before pulling out a black shirt. “I wonder if I have time for a quick shower,” she mused.

  “No shower. I want you smelling like me.”

  “That’s gross.” Her face contorted in distaste.

  “It’s hot as fuck. And wear the red one.” I nodded towards the pop of blood red I saw hanging. She wore it to the bar some nights. High neckline but snug. Showed off her curves; understated yet sexy as fuck.

  “What? Why?” She frowned and spun, holding the black fabric against her body. “Don’t like this one?” She waved it, playing peekaboo with her breasts.

  “Because I said so,” I delivered without expression.

  Her nose scrunched up, eyes searching mine.

  They’d find nothing.

  I didn’t give two fucks what she wore, as long as she wasn’t flashing her tits all over town. My picking out her outfit was part of the game. The one that established that I was in charge. I owned her orgasms. Owned her body, and she wasn’t to forget that.

  “What if I don’t want to wear the red one?” she simpered and tugged it off the hanger, dangling it in one hand, switching it between the red and black. “What if I’m in the mood for the black one?” She sauntered to me, sashaying her hips, engaging me with her eyes.

  “Too bad. Wear the red, Dillon. I want to think of you wearing the red, want to think of your pussy wet when you sit at lunch because I picked it out, because you obeyed me. Because I own you.” I snagged the black one out of her grip and tossed it behind me on the floor.

  “You’re such a pig. I don’t like the new Slade.” She narrowed her eyes before she slipped the red shirt over her shoulders and tugged it down.

  “Jesus, Dillon, put on a fucking bra.” I adjusted my growing erection as I took in the roundness of her breasts, hardened nipples peeking through soft knit.

  “Mmm…if I have to wear the red, I want you thinking of me, my tits jiggling, nipples hard for everyone to see. You may think you’re in control, Slade, but you’re only in control as much as I let you be.” She wiggled and then turned on a giggle. I made a swat for her ass but she dashed out of my reach.

  I grunted and lunged out of bed, following her back to the closet.

  “Grab the bar, you dick tease.”

  She grinned back at me before thrusting her ass out and gripping at the clothing rod. She wiggle
d and I groaned, running my hands over her silky cheeks, up her waist, and inside her shirt. My palms found her breasts and I kneaded, massaging and plucking at her nipples until she was moaning and begging for my cock.

  “Nah, you’ve got lunch.” I pulled away and smacked her ass.

  “And I’m the dick tease,” she murmured before taking a pair of jeans off a hanger and pulling them up her legs.

  “No panties either?” I huffed and pulled my own jeans up my legs, careful to tuck my erection in without snagging it on the zipper.

  “Control, I’ve got it. You think you’ve got it, but it’s all right here.” She dusted her hands up her body, cupped her tits and squeezed.

  “We’ll see about that,” I grumbled and tossed my shirt over my shoulders. “What time will you be home tonight?” I asked just as her phone buzzed with an incoming message.

  “Not sure,” she muttered as her eyes darted over the screen.

  “Slut.” I landed a swift slap on her ass to get her attention.

  “Asshole.” She shot back as she typed quickly on her phone before tossing it in her bag. I swiped my keys off the nightstand and we hustled through her house and onto the front porch. She turned to lock the door behind her.

  “Surprised you’re locking it,” I mumbled as I bent to stroke the shiny fur of a black cat. He swiped for my hand, claws out with an angry hiss. “Hey!” I pulled my arm away with a grin.

  “Spook doesn’t like people. You’ve just had your warning.” She winked as her phone rattled in the depths of her bag again.

  “He’ll warm up to me.”

  “Doubt it,” she said as she bent to pat the growling beast on the head.

  “Gonna get that?” I referenced her noisy phone.

  “Nope.”

  “Maybe it’s important.”

  “It’s not.” She stroked the purring cat with a soft smile.

  “Sure?” My curiosity was piqued about the buzzing emanating from her purse.

  “Just the person I’m meeting for lunch wondering if I’ve left yet.” She stood and pecked me on the lips.

  “Tell them you’re right here with me, sore from the fucking I gave you last night.” I wrapped her in my arms and pressed her against my body.

  “Mmm, always staking your claim.” She shook her head, flaxen hair falling around her shoulders.