by Breena Wilde
I shudder as thoughts of some of the ways he’s had me flash in front of my eyes. “Okay.”
“Be right back,” he says, and smirks.
***
The nurse comes in, takes out the IV, and tells me I can take a quick shower if I want. I go into the bathroom. It’s fancy. If I hadn’t seen the doctors and nurses I might think I was somewhere other than a hospital. Another hunger pang strikes my stomach and I decide not to worry about it. I turn on the water and get into the shower. There are bandages over the cuts Cruze gave me, but I don’t care. The water feels amazing and works out kinks I hadn’t even realized were in my shoulders. When I’m done I step out and peel off the soaked bandages. They don’t look that bad. I’ll have scabs, but I doubt I’ll have scars.
There’s a robe hanging on the door. I lift it off and put it on. When the door to the bathroom opens, steam fills the room. I notice the bedding has been changed and all of the machines are gone. There’s a plate of covered food next to my bed. It smells heavenly.
I climb back into the bed and pull the over and take off the lid. It’s French toast, eggs, bacon, syrup, butter, strawberries, and hot tea. “He remembered,” I whisper. I take the fork and dig in. d p g.
When I’m about half done there’s a knock on the door. Zane comes in. He’s changed clothes. He’s wearing a short-sleeved blue camp shirt and khaki shorts. On his feet are flip-flops. He looks relaxed and better than he did just a few minutes ago.
“How’s the food?” he asks, sitting next to me on the bed.
“So good,” I say, trying not to stare. I can’t help myself, though. I reach out and touch his lightly hairy knee.
He laughs. “What?”
“That’s what I want to know. Am I dead? Is this Heaven? Because I’ve never seen you dressed so casual. We’re at a hospital.”
He chuckles heartily. “Well aren’t you Miss Prim and Proper.” He reaches out a hand to my wet hair.
I snort just to prove how not prim and proper I am.
“Can I tell you a secret?” he asks, his eyes dancing.
“Sure,” I say, popping a strawberry in my mouth.
“You aren’t in a hospital.”
I freeze and set my fork down. I casually reach over and pinch my arm. “Ouch.”
Zane laughs again. He seems different. Happier. “We’re at my home.” He walks over to the window and twists the honeysuckle shudders. Before my eyes appear a hugs stretch of sand and the bluest water I’ve ever seen.
Tears threaten to spill over again, but I hold them back. “Wow,” is all I can say.
There’s another knock on the door. I look at Zane when I hear whispering and giggling.
“Who is it?”
He face turns somber. “Are you up to meeting my children? I told them you were sick but are now feeling better.”
I can’t help the smile that breaks across my face. I push the food on the tray away and sit up, fixing my robe. “Do I look okay?” I ask.
Zane comes to sit beside me. “You look perfect.” He kisses my cheek. I lean into him and my skin tingles.
Then he jumps up and goes to the door. “Drew. Evie. What do you want?” His tone is severe, but he’s obviously joking and the kids know it.
They laugh harder. “We want to see the Cay-Dee bug.” They sing Cay and hold it out before going to Dee and holding that out as well... then bug.
Zane pushes open the door. “Oh, alright.”
Chapter 25
Cadence
Two of the most adorable kids I’ve ever seen rush into the room. The boy looks like a kid version of his dad while the girl has darker hair and greener eyes. She’s beautiful, and I wonder if she takes after her mom.
Zane stands between their wiggling bodies and says, “Cay-Dee Bug, I’d like to introduce you to my daughter, Evie, and my son, Drew.”
They walk toward me, and each takes a hand. “Hi,” I say, a little freaked out by how forward they are.
“Daddy, you’re right: her skin is as soft as chinchilla fur.” Evie looks at Zane in wonder as she pets my skin.
I can’t help but get embarrassed. “Well, I don’t know about that,” I say.
Drew is staring at my face. “My dad really likes you, Cadence.”
I smile. I’m glad to know they actually know my real name. “He does?” I ask, returning Drew’s serious gaze.
“Yes,” he replies, running a hand through his hair.
I glance at Zane. He has the biggest, goofiest grin on his face. Who is this man? I think, unable to help the fizzies of giddiness that bubble in my chest.
“I like him too,” I tell Drew. His serious demeanor immediately changes.
“You do?” he asks, squeezing my hand.
My heart clenches. What had these children been through since the death of their mother? I couldn’t even imagine how hard it must’ve been on them and on Zane.
“Very much,” I say.
Zane has taken a step closer to me. I see the burning desire in his eyes.
Lincoln is suddenly at the door. “There’s an ice cream cone with your name on it,” he says in his deep voice.
“Hi Lincoln,” I say, happy to see him. He still has his arm in a sling.
“Miss Norton,” he says.
Evie walks over and places her hand in Lincoln’s. It’s tiny compared to his large one. She looks up. “It’s okay, Linky, she says she likes Daddy so we can like her too.”
Lincoln raises his eyebrows. “Really?”
Drew comes to stand next to him. “Yes, it’s good.”
He smiles, the first full-blown smile I’ve ever seen from him. It’s megawatt. Blinding, even. “Excellent.”
When Lincoln and the kids are gone, Zane shuts the door and locks it. “So you like me?” he asks, a devilish grin on his face.
I suck in a breath, dazzled by him. “At least a little bit,” I reply.
He comes over to the bed. I slide back. He puts a knee between my legs. “Only a little?” he asks, his voice oozing sexuality. He leans down and kisses me. The whole world seems to open up and I fill with more happiness than I’ve ever known.
He trails kisses along my neck as he unties my robe, pushing it off my shoulders. He kisses between each breast, taking my nipples between his fingers, then kissing them. I moan, desperate for his hands to be on me, his cock to be inside my pussy.
I’m wet. Ready for him. It’s unlikely I’ll ever tire of him. And I want him now. To make myself clear, I begin unbuttoning his shirt.
He pauses and smiles. “You sure?”
I nod.
His face gets dark, lustful. Usually I’d get some pain for not telling him what I want. Instead he kisses me hard.
I sigh, knowing he’s being careful with me and appreciating his effort. As long as he fucks me good, I think.
He seems to sense my needs and undoes his pants, sliding off his shoes. He’s already hard.
When he’s naked, he climbs on the bed.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I say grabbing his cock and sliding my hand up and down the shaft. I sit up, moving to get my mouth on him.
He growls deep in his throat and pushes me back. “Today is all about pleasing you, my love.”
I stick out my lip, pouting. I’m not breakable. Not a doll as Cruze believed, but a woman bound and determined to get what I want when I want it. And I’m about to tell him as much, but his hot tongue licks my clit. I moan with pleasure and decide I’ll wait to berate him until after he’s done.
“Do that again,” I say.
I feel him smile against me, but he does as I ask. Swirling. Licking. Suckling. I’m gone. Lost to the ecstasy.
His tongue moves between my lips to the wetness and he pushes his tongue inside while massaging my clip with his thumb.
“Fuck.” My hands tangle in his hair.
He moves faster and faster. The tension builds until I’m racked with an overpowering orgasm.
Finished, he smirks, then trails kisses a
long my stomach, between my breasts, and to my lips.
I spread my thighs wide. Zane rocks into me.
“I’ve missed you,” he says, moving in and out.
I grab hold of his shoulders, run my hands down his arms. They’re so defined, so strong. “Thank you for coming back for me.”
“Always,” he says, his eyes blazing.
Chapter 26
Cadence
It’s been a six weeks since my run in with John Cruze. He’s in jail awaiting trial. I actually feel bad for him, but I’m glad he’s in a place where he can’t hurt any other girls. The movie, The Supernatural Client List, is still set to release next year. Scarlett is getting oodles of attention. She’s playing the “poor me” card to its fullest and she’s getting the sympathy and recognition she deserves. I’m glad. I hope she finds love and some happiness.
I'm back in L.A. with Zane. His children and I are staying at Zane’s house. Rita is so happy to have all of us under one roof together.
She’s adorable with the girls and has been baking up a storm.
Zane and I are doing better than ever. My love for him has grown stronger than I believed possible.
We’ve been taking it easy sexually. He was worried I might not be ready for kink after what Cruze did. So it’s been straight laced, straight up sex. Still once a day at least because I can’t get enough of him, but now I’m ready for my kinky Zane. I’ve missed him.
Last night I told him as much, and his face lit up like a Christmas tree.
So we made a plan. Meet at the warehouse. In the Blue Room. Eight o’clock. That’s where I’m heading. Lincoln is driving me in the limo.
“Seems like old times,” I tell Lincoln.
“Yes, Cadence. It does.” He keeps his face forward.
“Are you going to throw me over your shoulder when we arrive at our destination?”
I see a ghost of a smile cross Lincoln’s face. “Mr. Zane didn’t suggest that, but I can if you’d like.”
I pour myself a drink. “Maybe next time.” I gulp the entire contents and set my glass down. Nervous excitement bubbles in my insides.
“Sounds good,” he says as he pulls to a stop in front of the warehouse. The Blue Room, I think as butterflies dance happily in my lower belly. I’m wearing a black dress with navy satin and black underclothes. I have on black thigh highs, black heels. And I’m wearing panties because I know he doesn’t like them. I’m hoping he’ll spank me for disobeying. At the thought my pussy gets wet.
Lincoln opens the door. I quickly climb out.
“Did you need to me help you find your way?” Lincoln asks.
“I’m good.” I walk up the stairs and yank open the door. Images of the last several months flash through my mind. I’d hated Zane when I first met him, even though I’d loved what he could make my body feel. Those emotions changed over time. I lusted after him, but never in a million years did I imagine myself falling in love with the twisted, mysterious man known as John Zane.
As I walk down the hall I think about our time together. It had been a whirlwind, but I wouldn’t trade any of it.
When I get to the door to the Blue Room, I pull it open. The bedding is the exact colors of my panties and bra. I can’t help but wonder if Zane somehow knows what I’m wearing. He can’t.
“Zane?” I call out.
No one answers.
I walk over to the bed and see the pearls he gave me sitting on top of a piece of paper. I pick up the pearls. Cling to them. Zane always saw past the hooker and into my heart.
I pick up the paper and read: Take off your dress and put on the pearls, my little PFA.
I look around, searching the corners for any sign of him. He isn’t here. I pull the dress off and drape in on a chair near the makeshift bathroom. At the mirror, I hook the pearl necklace around my neck and check my reflection. The pearls look good against my collarbones. I check my face for wayward makeup. It’s heavier than usual, but not overly done. I'd also straightened my hair. It hangs like a curtain down my back. Satisfied with the way I look, I turn away and freeze.
Zane is standing at the door. He’s breathtakingly gorgeous. He’s wearing only a pair of jeans. They sit low on his tapered hips. The top is button undone giving me a glimpse of the trail of hair leading down to one of my favorite places. His feet are bare, as is his chest. His hair is perfectly mussed and there’s a bit of stubble on his face.
God, he’s fucking handsome.
My pussy gets wetter and my knees go weak. I can’t even speak. My mouth is dry. I swallow.
In his hands is a riding crop like the one he used the first night we met. His eyes are full of lust. He wants me. He wants to do things to me. And holy fuck, I want him to do them. Whatever he wants. This man. This man I love and lust after.
He walks toward me. I meet him halfway so that we’re at the bed. He gently pushes me onto it. “Move so that your head rests against the pillows.”
I do as he commands.
When I’m in position, he pulls a leather strap from a bedpost and wraps my wrist in it. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he asks.
His tender worry makes me even hotter. “Yes,” I whisper hoarsely.
He searches my face for any sign I’m lying. Then he grabs the leather strap from the other bedpost and locks my wrist. When he’s finished, he kisses me deeply. His lips press mine open, his tongue claiming my mouth. I moan. I’m hungry for this—for him. He told me when we first started that I’d always want to fuck with pleasure and pain. He’d been right.
After several long minutes, he pulls back and looks at my body. “I see you’re wearing panties, Cadence. I don’t like them. It takes more time to get to your delicious pussy.” He rips the tiny strings that hold my panties together and tosses them to the floor.
I nod, knowing he wants me to speak and defying him.
His eyes grow dark. He slaps my clit with the riding crop.
I let out a scream. “Fuck!”
Zane watches my face, checking to see if I still want it.
“Goddammit, if you don’t fucking give me all the pleasure and the pain you promised I’m going to lose it. I’m going to make your life miserable.” I love him more than ever, knowing that he cares, that he’s worried. But I need this. I need him the way he is, and I know he needs it too.
“Fine,” he says, and smacks my lower belly with the crop.
I smirk. “That all you got, Zane?”
“You testing me?”
“God, yes.” I say and smile.
He slaps my pussy again.
I moan. “So good.”
“Spread your thighs, my little PFA.”
I slowly do as he commands.
“You’re always so fucking wet,” he says, sliding a finger down my slit and into my pussy. He pulls it out and presses it to my lips. I suckle his finger, licking it with my tongue and sucking the tip like I would his cock. He moves between my thighs, lowering his warm mouth over my clit. He flicks the sensitive tip, suckles it, then runs his tongue deliberately down my slit and presses his tongue inside my pussy. I moan, tilting my hips. He grabs my ass and slides a finger inside, and then another, moving in and out as he teases my clit.
“Fuck, Zane.”
He reaches up and unhooks my bra, grabs a nipple and squeezes.
I gasp, wishing I could run my fingers through his glorious hair. He knows it and squeezes my other nipple. then slides another finger inside me and moves slowly. I’m so wet and his fingers inside me feel so good. He slides in another, and then the fourth.
“Fuck,” I cry, feeling my orgasm building and building. He swirls his hand deep inside my pussy.
My orgasm rocks through me and I come all over his hand. He stops and looks up, then unhooks my hands from their restraints. “Roll over, Cadence.”
I do as he as asks, my movements unhurried, like a cat stretching after a long nap.
“Get on your knees. “
My legs are shaky from the orgasm
still racking through my body, but I comply.
“Stick your ass in the air.”
I do, arching my back. He smacks my ass with the crop, then my pussy. I cry out. It intensifies my orgasm. “Do it again,” I say.
He does, smacking my pussy harder.
“Fuck.”
He leaves the bed and I hear him unzipping his pants. When he climbs back on the bed, he shifts my hips and spreads my ass, then slides his cock deep inside my pussy.
“God, you feel good, Cadence. So fucking good.” He rocks into me again and again, gently at first, burying his cock deep inside with each thrust. He slaps my ass with his bare hand and grasps my hip with the other. I shove my ass against him, loving the pleasure and the pain. He spanks me over and over until my ass burns red. I moan as another orgasm builds.
He stops just as I’m about to come and pulls out. “Roll on your back. I want to see your face.”
When I’m facing him, he lays on top on me. I love the feel of his weight on my body. His cock presses against my thigh. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me. Our tongues move in a slow and passionate dance. I can taste myself on him. He moves to enter and I wrap my legs around his hips, giving him easy access. He slides in. I moan, loving the fullness of him.
With each thrust of his cock, he deepens the kiss.
I move my hands along his shoulders, up his neck and into his hair. He groans. His thrusts come faster and I meet him. He raises up so that he can watch our lovemaking. I can’t help but be mesmerized by his face.
My orgasm is building, the tension tightening my muscles. “Fuck,” I whisper. “I love you, John Zane.”
He looks at me and presses deep inside one more time. I feel him come and I come with him.
He lies on top of me. I wrap my arms around him, hugging him close. “I love you,” I whisper again. “So much.”
His eyes meet mine.
“I’m so glad Fileze the Sleaze picked me to be your kinky love slave.” I smirk, caressing his face.
He kisses my hand. “Kinky love slave?”
I nod.