Shattered by Love

by Dani René

  I have always thought my home would be a house, or a country, city, but it’s not, it’s him. It always has been.

  “Jayce is a handful.” As I say it I realize how it must sound and another fit of giggles tumbles between us. It feels good to laugh and relax with someone that isn’t Bryce.

  “Oh I am sure he is darling.”

  “He told me, you know.” I sneak a glance at her and when she turns to me, she smiles and nods.

  “I thought he would, if there’s one thing I’ve learned about your man, it’s that he can be brutally honest. Yes, we were together, but that’s in my past, and his. He loves you so much, there was pain etched in those baby blues, I saw it every time I looked at him. Now, there’s an emotion I didn’t think I would ever see, happiness. It’s how I feel about Luke.” I nod, the twinge of jealousy I had dissipates and I recognize the truth in her eyes.

  “Thank you Cassandra. I haven’t been happy in a long time and I didn’t think life would afford me the luxury of love again. Or, maybe the better way to describe it is, it’s been too long since I felt like I was…”

  “Home.” She finishes my sentence and I nod. “I know the feeling. That green eyed man drives me insane, but he’s my home.” I glance down at her belly, she’s rubbing slow circles over the soft pink tank top she’s wearing. It’s still a small baby bump, and she looks adorable.

  “How far along are you?”

  “Sixteen weeks.” Her smile is filled with adoration, and I remember feeling the same when I had Ben in my belly. “Anyway, let’s get dinner ready for those two.” She turns to the stove and lifts the lid and the scent of something delectable hits my nose. Cassie pours a glass of wine for me and juice for her, giving me a wink. “To the future.”

  For the first time I can agree to that statement. Being with Jayce, Luke, and Cassie feels different, and being in their home is calming. I have always felt unsure of myself. That uncertainty only grew as I got older, now though, I feel comfortable with who I am.

  I am a mother, a soon to be wife, and a friend.

  “Have you decided if you want to stay in Los Angeles?” She turns while I’m watching Ben, but when I meet her inquisitive gaze I nod.

  “Yes, we spoke about moving to Chicago, and I haven’t told Jay yet, but seeing you and Luke, and the life he’s built here, I realize I can’t ask him to give that up. I don’t want to. The job I have is something I can walk out of easily and not think twice about. And as for my monster over there…” I gesture to my little man. “He only starts kindergarten this year so I have time to find a school out here in Cali.”

  “Good timing, it’s as if fate has stepped in and given you a happy ending. When are you going to tell him?”

  “I’m not sure. We’re here for two months because he has to train his replacement at Verán Publishers. There is never a perfect time, but I want it to be a surprise, you know?”

  She nods deep in thought, then she glances back at me. “Why not do it on the Fourth of July? That’s just under two months away. You can keep him sated for a while and you’ll be here for dinner. Luke and I can keep Ben for the night, and you two love birds can spend the evening celebrating.” She winks and I can’t stop the bubble of excitement escaping as a giggle.

  “You’re a genius. He said that we’d need a few weeks to settle everything here before moving. I would love to find a house close by.” The thrill whirls in my belly and the butterflies dance along with my rapid heartbeat.

  * * *

  Walking into Jayce’s apartment I immediately feel like I’m home. He leans in and whispers. “This is it.” My gaze darts around the modern, yet warm and inviting living area. “I will put Ben down in the second bedroom.”

  “Do you need a hand?”

  “After I put him down, I will make sure your hands are put to good use.” With a cheeky wink, he heads down the hallway with our sleeping son and I can feel the heat burning my cheeks. I know the blush he loves to see is clear on my pale skin.

  Making my way into the living room, I find the small fireplace that sits in one corner and I remember when we were younger that Jayce always wanted one. He wanted to make love to me next to the flames. He always said that our love burned brighter and hotter than any flame.

  I would agree because I have never felt heat like the way my skin is scorched by his touch. “You’d look incredible on the floor, naked, bound by rope while I finger fuck that tight little pussy.” His hands on my hips hold me in place, my back to his chest.

  The words he whispers in my ear stoke the fire in my belly, turning my desire into a raging inferno. “And just when were you planning on doing that, Flash?” Desire drips from my tone like thick syrup drizzled on pancakes and images of Jayce covered in the sweet liquid while I lick it off invade my mind.

  “Do you want me, Firefly? With all the filthy things I want to do to you, you’re going to need a fucking ball gag to keep you quiet.” The gasp that escapes my lips is soft, and my body thrums while my clit throbs between my legs and I have to squeeze my thighs together to dull the ache.

  “Jayce…”

  “I want to fuck you, Firefly. You need to feel my hard dick taking you, owning, and fucking claiming you, again and again.” My knees buckle and his grip on my hips tighten, holding me up, because God knows I cannot stand any more.

  “Where?” Without another word, he scoops me up and turns to the black door I didn’t notice earlier, the gold doorknob is shiny in the dim light.

  “Open.” I reach for the handle and twist it and as soon as it swings in the opposite direction, Jayce sets me on my feet. It’s a vast space, with only a sofa, a few easels, and the faint smell of paint and turpentine that invades my senses.

  “This is my studio.” His explanation is obvious, but there is a nervous edge to his tone. One large canvas on an easel in the center of the room catches my attention, the blues and greens seem almost messy as if the colors have been splattered on it haphazardly. The eyes are haunting and the same color as the sky in the background and the long hair the same shade as the sand. There is no mistaking who the figure is.

  “This… it’s… beautiful... me.”

  He doesn’t answer me; instead he closes the door, then turns to the left corner of the room that has a black leather sofa and an enormous white rug which seems out of place in the mess. “Come over here, get undressed, but leave your panties on.”

  Without arguing, I pad over to him and toe off my ballet flats. Slowly, I pull off my tank top and push my bottoms down. I can feel his gaze because his stare sears my skin.

  My blood heats and my body comes alive under his scrutiny. The second my bra hits the floor; he spins me around so I am facing the window. “Tonight, you will do as I say. Do you understand, Firefly?” I nod quickly. “Words.”

  “Yes, Flash.” He pulls me to the empty wall behind the sofa and it’s only when he tugs the curtains do I see what’s hidden behind. The anticipation of what’s coming makes me gasp.

  “Is your pussy wet for me? Because I can smell you, sweet girl.” He holds me against his rock hard body and I nod. “Words. I will not ask again.” With a swat his hand comes down hard on my ass.

  “Yes!” My response is raspy and I have to clear my throat. It’s quiet in the room, my breathing is ragged and I know he can hear every single inhale and exhale.

  “Hands up.” I do as he says. My back flush against the St Andrews cross as he works the cuffs on either side. When I am secure, he continues to lock my ankles in place. When he steps backward to survey his handiwork, my heart thuds loudly in my ears. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, Firefly.”

  I react instinctively, blushing from his compliment.

  “Thank you.” Even though his dominant streak would entice the need in me to call him Sir, I knew better. He preferred the nickname I had given him.

  “Are you ready baby?”

  “I am.” He stalks over to the cabinet in the corner and comes back with two objects that has my heart kick
ing in my ribcage.

  His mouth quirks when he turns to me with a blood-red satin blindfold and covers my eyes. He then grabs the ball gag which goes in my mouth as he ties it around my head.

  I feel him retreat because I am cold and a shiver runs over my body. The shuffling alerts me that he’s taken his clothes off and it’s not long when I hear a click and a few other sounds. I listen carefully trying to figure out what he’s doing, but I can’t.

  Then I hear the buzz and I’m sure it’s a vibrator. “This is your punishment for leaving me.” His words envelop me in the dark, and suddenly I feel a tingle on my neck. It’s a soft vibration that sends electric currents over my skin.

  It moves down to my chest and when he reaches my nipples, I whimper loudly into the gag, the sounds I make are inhuman. I am so turned on, but I can’t do anything. I am at his mercy as I always am. He tortures each nipple with the vibrator, in slow, sensual circles.

  My back arches, but I can only move so far. Tugging on my restraints, I try to cower, but it’s useless. My legs tense and my thighs tremble and I feel my pussy soaking my panties. My clit is aching and throbbing for release.

  The vibration lowers toward my bellybutton and then stops and I beg through the gag. I need release. “What’s that baby? Did you want an orgasm? Does that sweet little pussy want to come for me? Not until I tell you to.” I hear an inhale and his raspy tone has my core pulsing. “My dirty girl dripping for my cock.” His filthy words have me pleading, but he can’t hear me. He can’t hear the words.

  Without warning the buzzing is back, and it’s on my smooth skin just above my sensitive bud. Teasing. There’s no relief when he moves it to my inner thighs and inches down my legs.

  “Your skin is so beautifully pink, Firefly.” The hot breath of his words hold me hostage with waves of emotion running rampant. It tickles and sends a pang of agony through me. It’s an exquisite anguish I have missed and that only he could give me. Sensations move up again and slowly tease my quivering lips.

  He doesn’t go near my clit, but as soon as I move my hips, he stops. “My little one needs relief doesn’t she? You want to coat my dick with your cum baby? You need me inside you because only I control you, Ivy. Forever. That’s why we’re meant to be. Because I have ruined every part of you for any other man.”

  A loud thud and I know he’s dropped the vibrator. His fingers slide up my legs and I am squirming and fighting against the cuffs. “Shh, baby.” My panties get ripped form my body so swiftly I hardly feel it. His fingertips tease my pussy open, and his mouth latches on as he sucks my clit hard, biting down sending me crashing into a dark abyss of pleasure I never knew existed. My orgasm rips through every fiber of my being and my whimpers are feral.

  His movements slow and his mouth leaves me cold and needy. Silence surrounds us again and I hear his feet on the hard wood floor. A drawer and then he’s next to me. “Now you’re getting a spanking. But not like you’re used to.” The blindfold comes off and I blink at the sudden brightness. “You going to be a good girl? Can I take the gag out?” I nod and mewl at him. He unties the black strap and my jaw works to get feeling back in it.

  “Flash, I need you.” I beg because I can’t not have him inside me.

  “Soon, baby.” He steps away and I notice the crop in his hand. “First, we have to play.” The soft leather falls on my mouth, teasing its way lower over my breasts. With a rapid movement, Jayce lifts it, swatting my pebbled nipple, and then the other sending a lick of pain to every nerve-ending in me and sets my body on fire, electrified by the pleasure he’s giving me.

  The crop drops to my mound and my heart jumps into my throat. “Flash, please?” I know what he’s about to do and my whole body is fully alert. Without warning, he spanks my pussy and the sound that is ripped from my throat is animalistic, filled with lust as the leather nips at my clit making it throb.

  “So pretty. Look at that pussy all wet for me. It makes me so hard when you’re dripping, Firefly, only for my fucking dick.” His smile is dark, filthy, and fuck I love it so much. Another swat and my head drops back. A second, third, and fourth, which has me yelping.

  “Flash, please, please, fuck, I need to feel you.” Suddenly three fingers plunge into me and my body locks as a second earth shattering orgasm rocks through me. Tears run down my cheeks as I bite my inner cheek to keep from crying out.

  “My perfect girl loves to come on my hand, see how wet you’ve made them, glistening with your sweet cum.” He pulls both digits from my core. “I said look at me.” My gaze snaps to his and I watch those full lips suck my arousal off his fingers. “I love you, Firefly. Your body is mine.” He drops the crop and unlocks the cuffs from my ankles, then unlocks my wrists and I fall into his embrace and he holds me against him.

  Strong arms encircle me and his erection presses against my stomach. Big hands slide down my body as he grips my ass and lifts me and my thighs wrap around his waist, fitting around him like they’re meant to be there. Shamelessly, I rub myself against him. Needy, like a wanton slut. “I love you, Flash. Forever.”

  He walks us to the sofa and places me down. Kneeling before me, he grasps my hands, kissing my wrists. Thin red welts from being bound dot both wrists. “Did I hurt you love?”

  “No. I loved every moment.” A devilish smirk tugs at his mouth and he rises.

  “I want you on your knees, hold on to the sofa, baby.” My obedience earns me a sexy growl. I kneel on the soft leather and look out the window that overlooks the city, I can just about make out the silver lakes of LA.

  My body is still humming from the pleasure that Jayce unleashed on me moments ago. But when I feel his hot breath on my thighs, I know there is a lot more orgasms in store. Rough thumbs massage my sensitive skin as he teases his way up towards my pussy. “So fucking sexy.” A flat tongue licks its way from my clit to my ass and I can’t help, but cry out. “Shh, baby.”

  His tongue teases my hardened bud, flicking, suckling and biting, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

  My body is alive for the first time in years. As I push back against his mouth, my grip on the sofa tightens and my teeth bite down on my lip to keep from screaming.

  As quickly as it started, Jayce stops, and I feel him rise behind me. The crown of his hard cock is at my entrance in an instant, sliding between my quivering folds. “Please, Flash. I need you inside me?”

  “Say it, tell me what you want, baby?” He growls, and it further intensifies my ache for this man. He wants my dirty, filthy words.

  “Fuck me, please. Make me come all over your cock.” Without warning, his hand comes around, covering my mouth as he drives into me suddenly. The feeling of being filled is intense, with every inch of him deep inside me. My cries are muffled by his hand as the salty emotions stream down my cheeks from the intensity of our connection.

  Two shattered shards of glass.

  Two broken pieces of a puzzle.

  Two flames of one fire.

  My Flash. His Firefly. Forever.

  My orgasm coils in my gut, tightening my pussy as he slips out, and back in, again, and again. My body accepting the brutal way he fucks me. The elicit punishment I ache for and crave. Our bodies move in an erotic dance, joined as one.

  I push back against him, taking him faster. “Touch yourself, Firefly. Rub your clit for me and come on my dick, baby. Feel how wet that cunt is for my cock.” My hand flies to my hardened bud, circling it with my fingers.

  My nerves are live wires, and the electricity courses through my blood. His finger slides down my spine sending new waves through me. I am on the precipice of the base and animalistic release that’s igniting every inch of me.

  “Do it. Now.” My fingers pinch my clit the way he would and it sends me barreling over into the sinful darkness as his hands come down with loud slaps on my ass. His body locks behind me, filling me with his hot cum. The primal growl that echoes through the room, sounds far away as my orgasm shatters me.

  The only sound i
s our breathing as I recover from the high of my orgasm. I glance behind me and notice that Jayce is staring at me. His torso has a light sheen of sweat and he looks delicious. “Are you okay, baby?” I wince at the loss of him when he slips out of me.

  I nod. “More than okay.” He helps me up on shaky legs, holding me against him.

  “I can’t wait to make you Mrs. Alexander.” His lips brush mine in the lightest of kisses. The taste of him is intoxicating. It’s so warm and calming.

  “Forever.” My response is a whisper, but he heard it.

  * * *

  Almost two months later

  Walking into Cassandra and Luke’s kitchen, I grab the glass of wine. “The boys have added the steaks to the BBQ.” I inform her.

  Cassie, and I have become easy friends and we’ve fallen into a routine since I have been here. I have enjoyed every moment getting to know her, which makes my choice to move to California is an easy one.

  “That’s great, I finished up the sauce since Luke loves this as a side to his steak.” I pad over to the stove as she lifts the lid of the pot my stomach turns. Bile rises in my throat and the nausea that’s hit me over the past few days threatens me now. My gaze darts up to hers in horror, turning I place the glass on the counter, just about choking the word out. “Shit.”

  Her eyebrows shoot up and I bolt down the corridor. I can hear her follow me, but I don’t stop and push into the guest bathroom, dropping to my knees, I throw up violently. Cassie drops beside me and with slow circles, she rubs my back as my body calms.

  “Are you okay? Was it something you ate? I will get you water.” She hands me a small towel and pushes up. My gaze drags up to her, and I shake my head. I sit back and a bubble of laughter falls from my lips.

  “I think your little bun may have a cousin on the way.” Her eyes widen, they’re as round as saucers as she regards me with a huge grin.