Anything He Needs: Serve and Obey (#2) (Anything For Him)

by Cross, Carmen

  Danny heard the jingling and clattering at his door and he turned his chair away from the desk as he looked up. His mouth literally fell open when he saw Meghan, a gesture that made her heart leap happily. His eyes raked her form head to toe as she swayed toward him, using the slinky strutting walk that was a hallmark of the dance.

  Halfway there she realized she had forgotten music but it was too late to try to fix that so she simply played through 1001 Nights in her head as she shimmied and shook her hips, making the fringe sway and fly. She used her zils, performing the right, left, right right, left pattern she had been taught and Danny, caught up in watching her did not even notice that the only music was coming from her costume.

  Meghan layered a figure eight into her shimmy then walked toward him. She kept her knees moving in order to keep the shimmy as she walked and Danny swallowed loudly as he tracked those movements. She used her thighs to drive her hip into her ribs, performing lifts and drops that kept his eyes glued to her hips before she went back to the undulations that gave her arms a snake-like appearance and moved her taut belly and breasts up and then back down like a slow rolling wave.

  A few hip accents and thrusts later and Danny could feel the rock hard erection nudging impatiently at his zipper. Meghan swayed closer, her magnificent eyes rimmed with dark makeup, giving her a smoky and exotic appearance that turned him on even more.

  “I want to serve you,” Meghan said softly as she dropped to her knees in front of him. “Master.”

  She added the Master as an afterthought but it hung in the air between them. The bracelets clattered against her cuffs and the clash made Danny’s eyes drop to those silver circles. The word master had caused a fire in him that he had never felt before and he grabbed her by her hair, pulling her roughly closer.

  He didn’t have to say anything; Meghan’s eyes had already gone to the large bulge in his trousers. Her fingers plucked nimbly at his zipper and the sound of it going down was very loud. She let his thick and hard cock loose, it sprang out and she smiled as she ran one finger across the already purple head, using the thin and clear drops of pre-come that already wet that surface to gloss it and lubricate it as Danny raised his hips and shoved his pants and black silk boxers to the floor below. Her fingers flicked back and forth across the helmet before they slid down to the belly. Danny hitched in a hard breath as she bent her head to his lap, her tongue flickered across his sensitive prick; she ran it up and down the span of it, wetting it and exciting him to nearly the breaking point.

  She licked along the head, using her tongue to tickle the sensitive point where his foreskin had once been, that tiny ridge of scar was incredibly erogenous and Danny squirmed, his ass cheeks clenching and his fingers tangling into her hair.

  “Deep throat my cock,” he ordered, “I want to feel your mouth all the way at the base of my dick.”

  Meghan plunged her head forward, her tongue swirling as she went. Her fingers tickled the area between his asshole and balls and Danny shifted, his ass moving forward off the chair in order to give her better access.

  He shuddered as her hot wet mouth formed a tight O and swallowed him within. Her tongue teased and tickled while she applied pressure, slurping and sighing as she came back up. Danny used her own hair to turn her head, he wanted to see her while she sucked his cock, he wanted to see her beautiful face as she pleasured him.

  Meghan seemed to sense his unspoken need, she turned her head slightly sideways and looked up at him, the one eye he could see was filled with trust and the need to serve him, even if that meant allowing him to fuck her mouth. Or seducing him.

  Danny saw that emotion and it made his prick twitch and jump. Hot come flooded into Meghan’s throat and she swallowed hard trying to take it all in but Danny pushed her head back and then squirted long streamers of his come onto her breasts.

  “Take that bra off,” he ordered hoarsely.

  Meghan did, and quickly, while Danny used his own fist to keep his cock hard. When the bra was off he added, “Wrap your breasts around my cock.”

  Meghan did as instructed. She pushed her come-splattered breasts together and Danny slid his dick easily between them. Looking down Meghan felt desire erupting into her belly at the sight of his heavily veined penis vanishing and reappearing between the white globes of her tits. She wanted to see that cock moving within, it was a desire so sharp she cried out and bent her head, licking at the pearly white come that still beaded his head and her own chest.

  “Oh fuck,” Danny groaned. Meghan had always turned him on and her current actions were so sexy he could not bear it.

  Meghan spread her legs automatically as Danny picked her up and parked her on his desk. He pushed her backwards and bent his head to her bare pussy, shoving her skirt up to her waist rudely in his haste.

  He licked the swollen and slick folds of her pussy, using first one finger and then two, then three, to add friction to his lovemaking. His tongue danced across her clit, eliciting growls of pleasure from her. He pressed down more firmly as he licked and nuzzled that hard bud and worked his fingers deeper inside her.

  Meghan could feel her walls clenching down in his fingers and she strained upward, her heels scrabbling for purchase she her muscles went locked and rigid. Her belly tightened and her thighs squeezed as the first wave of an orgasm slammed into her, spilling a flood of come into Danny’s eager mouth.

  Neither of them was finished however. Danny stood, knocking the chair he had been sitting in aside and he drove into her slick channel with a hard and powerful thrust that made Meghan scream with pleasure.

  The two of them worked together, she shifted her hips and pelvis, allowing him to penetrate her even more deeply and he leaned forward, his hands caressing and kneading her sticky tits, his fingers gently pinching and clamping down on them just enough to cause a small and brief pain that gave way to a larger pleasure almost immediately.

  “May I come now please?” Meghan beseeched Danny and he responded with a growled out yes. He rocked his hips harder, bringing her to orgasm once more before his own rocketed through him and he had to lean against the desk, bracing himself on his powerful forearms to keep from simply falling over on top of her.

  They lay there for long minutes, enjoying the aftershocks and the glow. Neither of them spoke and neither wanted to. Danny was all too aware that Meghan had needed some reassurance and he felt badly for having caused her to feel that way. Meghan just wanted to lay there with him inside her, she wanted to feel a part of him, connected to him and when he did finally move out of her she felt a keen sense of loss.

  “I guess I should redo those papers,” Danny said in an attempt at lightness, “We can’t have them smelling our sex at the board meeting, although, to be fair, it might actually do a few of them some good to have some sex in any form.”

  Meghan smiled but the heaviness in her heart was returning and she knew Danny knew that too. He helped her up and added, “After you change, we need to talk.”

  Apprehension instantly struck her. Danny’s face looked pensive and she opened her mouth but only a dry and dusty croak emerged instead of the reply she had tried to form. She got off of the desk, her legs trembled like those of a newborn calf and she stood there, licking her lips and trying to make the words come out of her mouth. She was desperately frightened, she was positive he was going to tell her he had had a change of heart and that while he liked to fuck her he was not at all ready to have a long-term relationship with her.

  Danny could see the dread in her face but he could barely speak himself, he knew he had to and he had to get his own nerve up. He didn’t know how to comfort her and so he let her head off to change without speaking.

  Meghan was so preoccupied with her own thoughts it did not register the danger until it was too late. She saw that the living room light was off, it had been on before and she paused to stare toward the dim room, unable to comprehend what it meant. Her senses prickled a warning yet again and she finally saw past her worry over Da
nny to understand that something was seriously amiss just a figure stepped out of the guest bathroom and a rough voice said, “Well look at what we have here, the fat rich bastard has his own geisha girl. Ain’t that sweet?”

  Danny heard her strangled scream. He felt his heart sink and he knew instantly that the thing he had feared had come to pass. Greg was in the apartment.

  He opened a drawer in his desk, a drawer he had hoped he would never have to open. The gun fit into his hand like the old friend that it was. He hefted it and then flattened himself against one wall, using the small mirror on the opposite wall to see down the hallway. There was nobody there but he could hear the sound of a struggle from farther down, closer to the kitchen.

  He headed down the hall, his senses lit up and his eyes shooting to all sides. The rattle of pans and a yell alerted him to the fact that they were indeed in the kitchen and that Meghan was fighting back and fighting hard. He abandoned stealth and raced to help her.

  In the kitchen Meghan had grabbed a large knife. The man who had dragged her kicking and clawing down the hallway just laughed, his teeth shining against the greasepaint that covered his broad face. “”Oh look, the little girl has a knife,” he chanted in a sing song voice.

  Meghan could see madness in his eyes. The pure boiling hatred in those orbs made her want to kill him, it was evil and it was insane and she wanted to stab him, to plunge the knife into him.

  “Did my parents send you?” She asked in an effort to buy time, she skirted the long island, trying to keep it between the two of them but he leaped across it and she stabbed the knife down but it met the countertop instead of flesh.

  She had no idea of where Danny was, she wondered if there were other intruders in the apartment, and if they had killed him. The man who was laughing at her as she tried to wrest the knife back out of the counter was going to kill her, she knew that with a cold and clear certainty that left her no room for terror or hope. She found, in that moment, that more than anything else, she wanted to live. She wanted to live, to have children and to see them grow up. Her hands spread across her belly in a protective gesture toward the secret she had been keeping from Danny.

  Danny burst into the kitchen. Copper bottomed pots and pans had been knocked down from above the island where they normally hung. They gleamed dully from the floor and countertops. Broken glass littered the floor and a large butcher knife was stuck, pint down, into a counter, its handle still quivering.

  Meghan was backed against the counter, her hands low over her belly and his first thought was that she had been stabbed. Adrenaline and rage burst through him, demanding that he act but his brain took over, closing down and demanding cool and calculated action.

  “Hello Greg,” he said softly. He too could see the insanity written on the other man’s face, “It’s been a long time.”

  The diversion worked, Peak instantly turned away from Meghan. “Go ahead, shoot. But mark my words: before you get a rub off on that pistol, your girlfriend will be dead on the floor.” Greg shook his head in disgust. “You were always such a little pussy.”

  “Pussy? I wasn’t the prick that needed my father and a half dozen boys to pile on top of a twelve year old kid, now was I?” Danny asked coolly. He knew he had one chance to draw Peak closer to him and he had to use it right then, “You were the pussy, Greg. Hell, you never fought me on your own; always having to get help. Your mother hit harder than you did. By the way, how is she doing these days? I hear she’s coked out of her head half the time and when she’s not high she’s selling her ass for the next fix.”

  “Shut up!” Peak screeched, “Don’t you dare speak of my mother, you fucking piece of shit!”

  “Okay,” Danny said in a congenial voice, “How’s the dad doing?’

  That did it. Peak rushed at him, his fingers outstretched and rage swelling his features. “You’re a dead man!” Peak howled.

  Danny moved swiftly out of his way, pushing him to the ground as Greg lost his footing. “Oh you don’t like talking about your ‘Daddy’? The twisted son of a bitch that used to lock kids in a root cellar, beating us every single fucking night for his own sick pleasure?”

  Meghan began to cry silently. Pieces of the puzzle fell into place and she stared at Danny, thinking of the scars he had on his back and the fact that he hated small dark places. She knew his parents were dead and that he had spent time as a foster kid but nothing more than that. Compassion and love filled her and her fingers groped along the counter. She touched a heavy cast iron skillet and she brought it up over her head, swinging hard. Before she had hated him because he exuded darkness and sickness, then she hated him because he had hurt Danny.

  Peak was highly trained and he heard the whoosh long before he felt the air that accompanied the skillet swinging at him, he darted left and right, Danny kept his eyes on him and while he wished Meghan would have stayed out of it, he admired her courage. He met her eyes for a moment and smiled. She smiled back but he had no time for anything else, Peak had regained the wits that Danny had caused him to lose and he was moving across the kitchen with a deadly intent.

  His hands closed tightly as he neared Danny and he swung hard, Danny barely stepped back in time to avoid the blow. It still grazed the points of his jaw and he knew if it had connected solidly he would have been knocked out cold.

  The gun felt warm and friendly. He tried not to think of the times he had to use one. He had never killed anyone but he had fired one more than once, one time he had done so to wound a pimp who had been trying to kill one of his former girls. He had never wanted to have to pick one up ever again and he didn’t want to use it then but he was growing more certain with each second that he was going to have to.

  Peak feinted right and Danny waited for it then slid to one side, trying to keep as much distance between Meghan and peak as possible. Peak’s teeth glinted as he sneered, “After I kill you I am going to fuck your little whore, you fucking dirt bag.”

  Danny knew Peak was trying to push his buttons and it was working. He wanted the bastard dead. He closed down all emotion and advanced, watching as Peak came at him yet again.

  “That’s right,” Peak crooned, “Bring it.”

  Danny shifted and brought the gun up but he didn’t fire. If Peak reached for Meghan he would but as long as he could fight him without it, he needed to. Instead, he used it to crack open Peak’s cheekbone. A long vertical line appeared there, blood rapidly filling it in. Danny shouted at Meghan, “Get the hell out of here!”

  Meghan wanted to run, but refused. She was not going to let Danny go it alone against the madman in their kitchen. She shook her head and reached for the knife as Peak rushed in yet again.

  Peak didn’t see the blade; but he heard the music of the bells wrapped around her slender ankles as she shimmed up to reach. It was so odd and out of place that he paused and looked left instead of down, which was his mistake. He felt the burn of the metal against his Achilles heel and went down hard.

  Danny instantly moved in, his fist smashing hard against Peak’s jaw. Peak’s eyes rolled up and he slurred out, “My father killed himself because of you.”

  “And my father died because of someone else’s greed,” Danny said harshly. “I was not responsible for what happened to your father; he killed himself to avoid having charges pressed against him. I read the whole thing, Greg. He was going to face criminal charges because they found a couple of the other boys beaten and starving in that damn cellar he liked to lock us up in when they came to investigate my reasons for running away.”

  “You weren’t man enough to stay,” Peak muttered.

  “No, you were too cowardly to leave.” Meghan said firmly as she came to stand beside Danny. He put his arms around her and she continued, “It takes a lot more guts to leave a bad place than it does to stay in one.”

  “Oh fuck you.” Peak groaned, and Danny hit him again, a solid right hook that shut him up.

  “Call the security guys,” Danny said to Meghan.
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  She went to the box on the wall and Danny knelt beside Peak. “If you ever come after me again, or anyone who belongs to me, I will kill you. I am not going to allow you to hurt the ones I love. You ever fuck with me again and I will have you buried right beside your dad, do you understand?”

  Peak read truth in the other man’s eyes. He had a lot of experience with hard asses and killers and looking at Danny he knew he had met someone who meant what he said. The fight went out of him.

  “You are going away for a very long time,” Danny added. “And you’ll stay there for as long as I can keep you there. When you’re lying in that cold, dark cell at night, think about what it was like for those of us who were held prisoner in your father’s cellar.”

  Meghan came back over and stood beside him. Her hands were warm and Danny looked at her, wondering if she thought less of him because of the emotional words he had slung at Peak.

  “I called the security team. Is there anything I can do for you Sir?”

  “Yes,” Danny said. “You can stay right here.”

  “Yes Sir,” Meghan said with a long and relieved smile. “I will be happy to.”

  “Tomorrow we are going to have a long talk, we can’t keep dealing with this kind of craziness.”

  Meghan spread her fingers across her belly and said, “Oh I totally agree.”

  ~ * ~ * ~

  Danny woke up slowly and rolled over on his side, relishing the warmth of Meghan’s body against his own. A stray bar of sunlight caressed the pillows, causing her red hair to flame with life. Her thick lashes lay on her cheeks and a small flush of color rose against that porcelain flesh. He let his eyes follow the soft curve of her lips and the delicate blue veins that traced her temples.

  It was Sunday and since they had spent most of the weekend dealing with Peak’s craziness and the aftermath, he decided to let her sleep in, and to allow himself a rare moment of quiet as well. He reached for his phone and called downstairs to arrange for fresh pastries and coffee to be brought up, when he hung up he found himself marveling at the good fortune that had seen him so far from his humble roots.