Beyond Forever

by Kit Rocha

  She arched into his touch with a shiver. “I thought you might appreciate it.”

  He grasped the zipper on the left and tugged, easing it down until the fabric gaped open, revealing the curve of her breast and the tight peak of one nipple. The soft stir of air against it made her ache for a stronger touch, but he just switched to the right side and did the same thing, leaving her breasts exposed.

  Then he reached for the bottom zippers on both sides, his fingers stroking her thighs as he started to edge them up. When his knuckles brushed her crossed legs, he pushed them open, the movement rough enough to drag her ass forward and tighten the slack in the chain.

  “I used to imagine this, you know,” he murmured in a low voice as she squirmed there, almost completely exposed. “Usually after we had one of those moments where we almost fucked but ended up fighting instead.”

  “There were a lot of those.” She tried to brace the heels of her boots on the safe, but they only skidded down the banged-up surface. “Tell me more.”

  He swatted the outside of one thigh in gentle warning as he stepped closer. His shirt abraded her nipples just enough to turn the vague ache into sharp hunger, but his fingers were exquisitely gentle on her chin. “You stole something from me.”

  “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

  “A credit stick.” He ran a hand down her leg to grip her boot.

  Dark, familiar longing welled inside her. Years ago—in another life, as Noelle would say—she’d walked out of his warehouse with that precious credit stick tucked into her boot. Impossible to imagine now, how she’d almost overlooked the most precious thing in the room.

  Almost. Thank fuck she’d realized her mistake in time. But if Dallas wanted to relive that night, erase the years of thwarted desire that had kept them apart, she was in. One hundred percent.

  She looked up at him, batting her eyes in a knowing parody of innocence. “How important is it to you, this credit stick?”

  “You think you’re in any position to bargain?” His fingers tightened on her chin with a delicious edge of roughness. “You’re going to tell me where it is.”

  “Can’t.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because...” She rubbed her leg up his, then poked him in the calf with her stiletto heel. “I gave it to this guy—super hot, ridiculously fuckable. Smolder for days. Just thinking about him makes me wet.”

  His expression stayed dark and dangerous, but warm humor filled his eyes, as if he, too, was remembering the day she’d strolled back into his life to return his stolen property. “That’s too bad for you,” he murmured, running his hand up the inside of her thigh. The backs of his fingers brushed her pussy, sliding over slick, aroused flesh. “Too bad for him, too. He let you go. I’m not making that mistake.”

  “No?” The chains rattled as she stretched slowly. Languidly. “Not even if I beg?”

  “Especially not then.” He turned his wrist and slowly stroked one finger into her. “I don’t think you want to go anywhere. I think you want this. Need this.” A second finger joined the first, wide and broad, working into her with a delicious stretch. Dallas braced his other hand against the wall and leaned over her, his words tickling her lips. “I think you want to be my toy, and I think you want me to play rough.”

  The words aroused her just as much as his thrusting fingers. In the early years of their relationship, she would have fought such a claim, no matter how true it was in her secret, innermost thoughts.

  But she trusted him now—completely, utterly—and she couldn’t stifle her eager moan. “Yes.”

  “That’s right.” His teeth closed on her lower lip, a sharp, bright shock of pain before his tongue swept across the tender flesh. The heel of his hand bumped her clit as his fingers thrust deep, but he carefully kept the contact light, just enough to torment. “I’ll keep you here for weeks. Make you come once for every credit you stole from me.”

  “I don’t know...” She gasped as heat rolled up her spine. “It was a lot of money.”

  “Fine.” He nipped at her again—at her lower lip. Her chin. The line of her jaw. He bit her earlobe hard as his thumb slicked over her clit and retreated, leaving her arching her hips to chase the fleeting touch. “I’ll keep you here for months, then.”

  “What—” Her voice broke on another moan. “What will you do when you’re finished with me?”

  His dark laughter made her shiver. “Oh, darling. I’ll never be finished with you. I love how you moan. How you give in.” His thumb returned with a rough, knowing pressure that delivered a shuddering shock of pleasure. “How your pussy is wet for me before I even touch you, and how tight you clench around my fingers when I make it hurt a little.”

  His teeth closed on her throat with savage, possessive force. She tugged against the chains just enough to tangle her fingers in his hair, and she pulled hard, using the leverage to ride his hand.

  “Hungry for it, aren’t you?” He straightened, tearing free of her grasp. He gripped her chin with his free hand and pressed his thumb commandingly against her lips. “Open.”

  She snapped her teeth at him.

  He growled and pulled his fingers out of her, leaving her empty and aching, trembling close to the edge but with no relief in sight. His grip tightened on her jaw as he lifted his slick fingers. Without looking away, he dragged his tongue up one, licking her arousal from his skin.

  Oh, fuck. “You’re dangerous,” she whispered, “but so am I. You might want to keep that in mind.” With that warning, she obediently opened her mouth.

  Dallas smiled and traced his wet fingertips over her lips, leaving the taste of her behind. “I never, ever forget it.”

  She licked her lips. “And you love me this way.” It wasn’t a question. It didn’t need to be.

  He answered her with a kiss. Deep, hungry. Endless. He thrust his fingers inside her again, fucking her fast and hard as he devoured her mouth. It hurt, and it was so good that pleasure buzzed in her ears. He knew exactly how to touch her, knowledge gleaned from endless hours of dedicated study. Of endless craving.

  She came with a shudder and a hoarse cry, wrenched from her throat and lost to his kiss. But Dallas wouldn’t be satisfied with easy. His fingers rode her pleasure, dragging it along, committing to it the way he did everything—relentlessly, absolutely, ruthlessly.

  What should have been languid aftershocks twisted into fresh waves of tension that kept her toes curled. “Have a little fucking mercy, Declan.”

  “No mercy for thieves,” he growled. But his mouth gentled on hers, the soft, coaxing kisses a dizzying contrast to the demanding thrust of his fingers. “I’ve got you, Alexa. Stop fighting it.”

  She sobbed in a breath. He was after something tonight, that point where fighting wasn’t even a thing that existed anymore, and all she could do was come, over and over, and she wouldn’t be able to stop until he let her.

  His fingers drove deep. Curled. Stroked over her G-spot with a pressure that took on a life of its own, thundering through her. He touched her, his free hand and mouth skating over her skin, and Lex writhed in his arms. The noise from the thrashing chains heightened it all, because she knew this sound like she knew her own name. It was a vow, a promise.

  If she surrendered, he’d give her everything.

  Pleasure peaked again, and this time it didn’t stop. It gripped her tighter with each passing throb, until her whole body was on fire and her throat ached from screaming. Only then did his touch subside, his fingers easing from her body as he stroked her hair and her cheek, murmuring soothing words against her ear.

  She rested her forehead on his shoulder and tried to catch her breath. “You stole from me too, you know.”

  “Did I?”

  “Mm-hmm. Something vital.” Lex tipped her head back to meet his gaze. “My heart.”

  A smile curved his lips as his eyes softened in that way they only did for her. “That wasn’t stealing. That was survival. You’d already snatched mine right out of m
y chest.”

  “Well, then. I guess fair is fair.”

  “Mmm.” He traced a finger over her lips before edging it into her mouth. “Still feeling bitey, or are you a good girl now?”

  Instead of teeth, she gave him her tongue, gliding it over his finger before sucking him deeper into her mouth. She was rewarded with a hissed breath as he stroked his finger in and out and then added a second. “Making you come on this safe until you can’t take it anymore is only the top item on a very long list of things I’ve imagined. You want to hear more?”

  As if he needed to ask. But she answered with a low groan, the kind that vibrated around his fingers.

  He used his other hand to work the zippers on her disheveled dress, guiding them slowly so the soft rasp formed a counterpoint to his low words. “Sometimes I think about bending you over it and spanking you until you’re so twisted up you’ll come with the first touch.”

  The zippers finally gave way completely, and her dress fell away, leaving her naked on the safe. Dallas stroked back up to her breast, his thumbs tracing slow circles around her nipples. “I wouldn’t always be that patient, though. Sometimes I’d just bend you over it and be balls deep before you could catch your breath.”

  Yet he kept looking at her mouth. “I think I know what you want this time.”

  “Yeah, you do.” He slid his hands along her arms and up, all the way to where the chain was hooked to the wall. With a deft twist, he freed her, then grabbed her by the waist and hoisted her into the air.

  When the world stopped spinning, he was perched on the edge of the safe with her between his widespread legs. As soon as she had her balance, he guided her hands to his belt. “Let me feel that mouth around my cock.”

  She curled her fingers around the buckle. “I have a few fantasies of my own that start like this.”

  “Oh yeah? Tell me one.”

  He’d made most of them happen over the years, whether he’d meant to or not. “This is a big one. You think you have the upper hand when you put me on my knees.” The belt fell open, and she sank to the floor. “But the minute I get my tongue on you, we both know the truth.”

  His eyes narrowed as he plunged both hands into her hair, tangling the strands around his fingers until it pulled just the way she liked. “Yeah, we do.”

  The ink on his wrists almost matched her own, and it called to her. She turned her head to lick it lightly as she opened his pants. With shaking fingers, she gripped his cock. “Say it.”

  “I’ll be anything you want me to be, darling.” The fists in her hair tightened. “As long as I’m yours.”

  He groaned at the first touch of her tongue, and she closed her mouth around him. Her need had been sated for the moment, but his still raged, evident in the hardness of his pulsing erection. In the tensing of his muscles.

  In the sounds. Rough and abrupt at first, like each one was being torn from him against his will. His fingertips pressed against the back of her head, almost pushing her head down, almost forcing her to take him deeper.

  But not yet.

  She pulled back, ignoring the soft noise of protest that faded as she met his eyes. Spellbound, she held his gaze as she began to lick him, gliding her tongue over his rigid length and around the head of his cock until it was wet and slick.

  “Alexa.” He rumbled the warning.

  She hummed and blew gently on his glistening flesh.

  His hips flexed, pushing the head of his cock against her lips. When she didn’t take the hint, his growled and dragged her head back. “Is this what you want to do with the upper hand?” he rasped. “Destroy my self-control?”

  “How uncharitable.” She licked her lips as hunger stirred inside her again, heavy and demanding. “The longer I make you wait, the hotter it’ll be.”

  He stared at her lips, breathing hard, and she knew it was coming.

  It still happened so fast.

  He surged to his feet, dragging her up with him. His boot collided with the wheeled chair behind his desk, sending it spinning across the room to tip over with a crash.

  Before the sound faded, she was on his desk.

  There wasn’t time to catch her breath. The chain between her cuffs slithered over her skin as Dallas grabbed her hips and dragged her to the edge of the desk, spilling her back onto all of the reports Noelle had prepared for him about the opening night plans.

  Oblivious to all of it, he gripped his cock, giving her one dizzy moment of anticipation as he teased the head against her slick outer lips and over her clit.

  Then he drove into her. Hard.

  Hard enough to spark fire along every nerve ending. Hard enough to shove her across the desk. She scrambled for purchase, but it was Dallas who hauled her back to him, lifting one leg over his shoulder and wrapping his hand around her thigh. Another vicious thrust stole what was left of her breath, leaving her with nothing but naked need and the sheer possession of his touch.

  “Fuck, you feel good.” His movements slowed. He withdrew from her inch by inch, as if he hated not being as deep inside her as he could go. But just when she was mourning the loss of him, his hips snapped forward, the slap of skin on skin an erotic accompaniment to his hoarse groan. “Look at me.”

  He was fucking her rough, but the look in his eyes was soft, warm. Safe. He cupped her cheek with his free hand, his fingers cradling her head, holding her steady for his next hard, merciless thrust. His thumb brushed her lips. “I hate every day we wasted not fucking each other brainless.”

  “Not wasted. Getting here.” She kept her gaze fixed on his as she arched her hips to meet his. “Becoming us.”

  “Us.” He growled it with another thrust. And another. And then he lifted her hips higher with a grip that would bruise in all the best ways and fucked her harder.

  She reached for him, scratching her nails over his arms and chest as the first orgasm seized her. It wrenched another cry from her throat, one that had him grinding against her as she shuddered. Pleasure surged and receded like waves, until it stopped receding altogether and all she knew was the melting heat of release.

  Her leg slipped from his shoulder. Dallas hauled her upright, crushing her to his chest as his mouth descended on hers. He swallowed her cries and ground into her, riding her clenching pleasure until he stiffened and groaned in relief.

  The chains and cuffs bit into their skin, but Dallas just held her there, clutched to his chest as they both panted for breath.

  “Damn,” he muttered finally, brushing a kiss to her temple. “I had this all planned out, woman. It was gonna take hours.”

  She’d been fucking up all his carefully laid plans since that first night. “That’s just how I roll, O’Kane. You sure you want to spend the rest of your life like this?”

  “I can’t imagine wanting to spend it any other way.”

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  Beyond Forever

  Copyright © 2017 by Kit Rocha

  This novella is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical articles and reviews.