by Lily Freeman
“Please, Master, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please lick me.”
“Lick you where?”
Really, did he think she was that desperate? Fuck, she actually was. “Lick my—” and her words turned into a whimper as a finger slipped inside her, thrusting gently.
“Say it!”
Chapter 18
“Please lick my pussy … Master.”
Finally Luke touched her, really touched her, and PJ almost cried it felt so good. His tongue swept through her, the tip speared inside, twisting, probing, up to her clit, then down again. With a kiss that was fierce, he lashed over her flesh until she was trembling, shuddering under the onslaught. The man was torturing her, drawing her so close only to pull away again and again. She was dizzy with want, delirious with need, but it didn’t stop him, if anything it only urged him on.
“Ahhh, God, please, please may I come?”
Through the hazy lights—No, not the hazy lights, just her vision faltering in and out of focus, she saw him rise above her. His smile was beautiful, like that of a fallen angel—or the devil.
“Do you hurt? Shall I make it better for you?”
“Yes, fuck yes.” Oh, she sounded like a tart.
“Yes, who?”
“Master, yes, Master.” A professional tart.
With his eyes locked on her face Luke leaned back, his hands running lightly over her thighs before he grabbed her, hauling her down the bed until she was splayed over his legs with the blunt head of his cock pressed against her core.
“You know the requirements for being a club member, PJ, I have a current medical and so do you, but are you safe?” His expression was tense and given their current position, his question very relevant.
“I’m safe, Master, I’m on birth control.” Those words earned her a spectacular grin.
“Oh, you please me so much. Are you ready?”
PJ doubted she’d ever be ready for him, but that didn’t stop her. “Yes.”
Time slowed, every second dragging out as he swirled the head of his cock through her wetness. She gasped, struggling to breathe as her Master took over her world.
It was only a tiny pang of guilt Luke felt when he reached under the duvet to retrieve the pink vibrator he’d found in the bedside cabinet. He’d never invade PJ’s privacy, but the drawer had been open, the toy just lying there begging to be played with. And he really didn’t want to hurt her tonight, but he was a big man and she was tight, incredibly so. She was also responsive, her body softening as he teased her, and getting wet, a glossy trickle of moisture already running down the inside of her thigh. If he could keep her there, right on the edge of orgasm, she’d accept his size so much easier.
Slowly he raised the vibrator, bringing it level with her face. Her lips parted, like she was about to say something then she just smiled.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I really wanted to see you come with this.”
“Not at all, Master.”
With a grin Luke switched it on, easing it under the two leather straps crossing her hips so that the ribbed head sat right above her clit. Within seconds she was undulating continually, yet it wasn’t enough. He wanted her so wild that the pleasure he was about to give her and the pain would blend together. With a firm grip on her knees, he pushed them flat to the mattress then lined his cock up with her sweet little slit. Slick, hot wetness covered him as he nudged against her, rocking back and forth until she met his gaze.
“I’ll be as gentle as I can, PJ, I promise.”
She nodded, her hips grinding against the bed as she tried to capitalise on the vibrations which were without a doubt starting to drive her crazy.
Luke pressed forward, instantly hitting resistance. It was going to be like taking her virginity, but he simply had to do it. There was a small part of him that was dragged back, right to that second before the whip lashed across flesh, the power surging through his veins, his chest, hands, cock. He felt it now, knowing he was causing her pain, but it was different, somehow darker because he honestly didn’t want to. Rocking his hips, he claimed another inch of her. She sobbed, a soft little noise before her eyes slammed shut.
“No, Baby, don’t shut me out.”
She was such a good girl, her eyes opened straight away, finding his as he pulled out only to push back in.
“Oh God, Luke, ahhh.”
Something inside him slid into place for the very first time because she was looking at the man, not the master. She’d met them both yet she’d chosen—him. Nothing had ever felt so right and then he thrust inside. She quivered around him, her body locking tight as he pulled out only to drive back in. Again and again he worked her, stretching her muscles until he was almost delirious from the pressure building in his balls.
“Fuck!”
Too big, too thick, too long, everything was too much as a million different sensations stormed up and down PJ’s body. Pain was the one that eclipsed all the others. Luke was everywhere; there was no part of her that wasn’t being consumed by him. His kiss was stealing her air, leaving her giddy as he thrust into her mouth like he was thrusting into her body, slow and steady, but building, always building. It hurt less now that she relaxed around him yet the constant buzz of the vibrator was starting to wreak havoc over her clit. Even the ache in her thighs from being bound so wide seemed to disappear under the heat of the arousal burning through her body.
As she gazed up at the exquisite man above her, she wanted to tell him, to ease the concern she could see so clearly in his face.
“Mast … ahh.” She lost it completely as he drove over her G-spot, but she wasn’t the only one.
“Again, do that again.”
Slowly he eased out, his cock teasing her stretched flesh before he thrust back in, pulled out—in. Grabbing her ass, he tilted her, a curious look passing over his face. Out again, in—deeper, another tilt then something happened so deep inside, she was helpless against its euphoric pull. His fingers curled at her hip, pinching her, but she didn’t care, the intensity of her arousal was all consuming. Flesh slapped flesh at a frantic pace. She felt each and every penetration; ecstasy laced with agony and the combination was phenomenal. Meeting him thrust for thrust, she struggled against her bonds so much that it hurt yet nothing had ever felt so good, then he changed his angle ever so slightly.
“Ahhh, fuck … gonna come.”
“No, not yet.” Luke grabbed her chin. “Together, PJ, together.” To reiterate his point, he hammered into her again, catching the exact same spot perfectly. Her eyes rolled, darkness stealing her away, but only until he drew her back.
Out, in, out, in—she’d never been fucked so hard or so fast. Her muscles contracted, flexed, contracted again as her body prepared for a release that was going to shatter her. Tugging her arms, she tried to fight it, to hold off for him, but he was relentless. Fast, slow, deep, shallow, he kept changing and the pressure kept building, surging through her like wildfire. All it took was one final twist of her nipple, the sharp blast of pain blending perfectly with all her pleasure and PJ fell headlong into everything Luke had given her.
Christ, she felt phenomenal, so fucking tight. Luke drove into PJ again and again, his own rigid control slipping, but he refused to come before her.
Beneath him, she writhed desperately. Her low moans filled the room as her thighs bucked around his hips with a surprising amount of strength. Closing his fingertips around her nipples, he pinched her again just as the next wave of pleasure struck.
Her moan became a cry, her body strung so tight then she was gone, tumbling over the edge into absolute rapture.
Grinding his hips down, Luke forced the vibrator hard against her clit. She screamed, trembling with such intensity that he had to clamp his jaw shut to stop from joining her. Her muscles continued to spasm, her shoulders bowing off the bed while she was locked in her moment of ecstasy and he was locked in her.
Luke leaned back, taking in her beau
tiful face, her gorgeous sweat moistened body, the look of awestruck wonder in her eyes. He still couldn’t believe he was here with her. Fuck, he was in her, right to the balls. His own arousal spiked, demanding release. He started to pump his hips again—in, out, faster, harder. She moaned, he thrust, retreated, thrust again and again till all he could hear was his own deafening roar as he buried himself in her body, coming so fucking hard, he never wanted it to end.
Chapter 19
The soft whisper of running water coaxed PJ awake. She ached so much and in so many places that the idea of a bath was heaven. Tentatively she lifted her arm, not surprised at all to see the faded marks around her wrists. Being bound the way she was, while Luke had fucked her the way he had, the marks were a very small price to pay. She never knew, even after all the years she’d been with Sam, what it felt like to actually be fucked by a man who knew what he was doing. Luke had been incredible, so dominant yet concerned and playful at the same time. Yes, there’d been an element of pain, several if she were honest, but he was a huge man and he’d taken her hard, not just once, but twice more during the night.
He’d woken her gently the first time by rolling her onto her hands and knees then he’d buried himself inside her from behind, his hand clamped across the back of her neck, holding her down. She’d come hard and fast, collapsing in a heap only to be woken again, with him already inside her, his hands once again pinning her to the bed. That time it had hurt, plain and simple. She’d been tender and sore yet he’d still managed to coax an orgasm out of her that had left her trembling and boneless.
PJ could hear him now, heading back across the bathroom. With every step, her heartbeat increased, thudding in her chest. She wanted him so much, even though the ache between her thighs and inside her was intense.
Slowly the door opened, Luke glancing around the side, all tousled hair and sleepy blue eyes, gorgeous in his morning glory.
“Hey, Baby, did I wake you?” He was already moving, prowling towards her.
“No, my very tender body did that.”
Taking a seat on the bed, he kissed her before gently easing the sheet back.
“Did I mark you? Your skin, it’s so pale.” His fingers traced lightly over her breasts and the kisses followed, but when he moved lower, nudging her thighs apart, she tensed.
“It’s okay, I just want to check that I didn’t hurt you.”
She was tempted to tell him it was his immense size that had, but his ego was already pumped up enough after the way she’d responded to him so she didn’t. Instead, she let him examine her, inside and out. When he was satisfied and she was blushing, he scooped her up and carried her into the bathroom.
“It was always going to hurt the first time, but we’ll work on it, okay?”
Luke’s wink was as sexy as his smirk, and his smile, his frown—she was yet to find a facial expression that didn’t make him look like a GQ model. “That’s very generous of you.”
“Thank you. I’m a very generous man.”
She melted against him as he climbed into the bath, lowering them both until she lay between his legs in the hot, bubbly water.
“Talk to me, PJ, tell me how you’re feeling.”
Lethargic, sleepy, still drunk on everything he’d done to her yet she couldn’t think of a way to convey that heady mix of feelings. “I … I don’t know. Last night was the most intense experience I’ve ever had and I think I’m a bit shell-shocked.”
He chuckled, his hand sliding around to cup her breast, his fingers caressing her nipples, which were embarrassingly hard.
“What we can have together, what we can do is endless as long as we’re honest with each other. I need to know if I’m pushing you too fast or too far because I won’t risk losing you, not now.”
There was something about Luke in these moments when he was being so honest and open that touched her. He was such a proud, confident man yet he seemed so lost, so desperate to be found.
“Luke, I’m not going anywhere. If we have problems, we’ll fix them like normal couples do.”
“What if I don’t know how, what if I fuck it up?”
“You won’t because I’ll teach you while you teach me and we’ll learn together.”
“Really?” His fingers were moving, drawing little circles around her nipples before heading lower.
“Really.”
“What will you teach me first?”
It was every girl’s fantasy, a drop-dead gorgeous man with no relationship baggage asking her to mould him into her perfect partner. After everything that had happened with Sam, PJ wasn’t even sure what she wanted anymore. Honesty; definitely, but Luke had already given her that and then there was trust; he wanted that as much as she did. Commitment and the ability to communicate, he was as desperate for that as she was. Incredible sex, yep, he ticked that box too.
Indy’s comment from weeks ago popped into her head. Did she want a man who had the ability to completely dominate her? When she’d chosen to let him, Luke had managed it far too easily. PJ had loved it, but she wouldn’t always. She wanted a partner, someone who’d change the sheets without her having to ask or cook dinner if she was running late. Would that ever be enough for a man like Luke? He thought so now, but when the reality of normal sank in, what then? She didn’t want to think about that right now, not when they were both so relaxed and so connected, so she decided to play with him instead.
“The most important thing of all, Luke,” leaning back, she kissed him, teasing his lips apart with a flick of her tongue, “is how to use my new coffee machine.”
He grabbed her, lifting her up and turning her around before he eased her parted thighs over his. His erection was like velvet steel as it pressed hard against her tummy.
“Do you want to know what I’m going to teach you first?”
“What?” It was going to be filthy, she could tell by the wicked little smile on his lips.
“To deep throat.”
“Oh.”
“Hmmm, so how about we start now?”
After her first somewhat successful lesson in the art of extreme oral pleasure, PJ and Luke made breakfast together, and then to her absolute delight, they’d taken some photos, beautiful photos that had captured the connection between them perfectly. She didn’t have a word for what she was feeling yet, but with every moment that passed between them, it strengthened; especially after he stripped her naked, spending at least an hour worshipping every inch of her body with some massage oil he’d found in the bathroom.
Through the entire process, he’d questioned her about her childhood, her interests, her education, subtly filling in the gaps of her life. The only thing she held back was the millions sitting in her bank account. The omission left her feeling odd, dishonest almost because Luke had been so open with her, talking about things that he clearly found uncomfortable, but when it came to be her turn, she’d just seized up.
Upstairs, Luke’s phone had beeped several times throughout their conversation and eventually he’d headed up to check it. He hadn’t gone into detail, but she could tell he was distracted, stressed even, when he’d come back down, yet it was he who suggested they go out for lunch.
As PJ wedged her arms into her coat, she could hear gruff male voices out in the hallway where Luke had just gone. Somehow the idea of him and Elliot having a polite conversation had her grabbing her phone and bolting for the door. She didn’t know much about her new neighbors, but she could hazard a guess that Mika would be talking and Elliot would be scowling, and what do you know? She was right on the money. With his back to her, Luke was an imposing figure standing in the center of the hall, his broad shoulders square under his long black coat. Mika stood opposite him, his hand outstretched making introductions, while Elliot stood well out of reach over by the wall, his huge arms crossed over his chest. As soon as she appeared, his gaze fell on her. She recognized the cold, stoic look on his face, having seen it a lot over the past few weeks. For some reason Elliot was pissed of
f again, not that she cared.
“Morning, Elliot, Mika.” One of them gave her a dazzling smile, the other gave her nothing.
“Morning, Tesorino, you look well.”
“I am.” Mika raised a brow, shooting a sideways look at Luke, who didn’t notice because he was far too busy eyeing up Elliot. There was suddenly a very strange atmosphere surrounding them and she wasn’t the only one to feel it. Luke took her hand, bringing it up to his lips before he spoke.
“You ready to go?” Clearly he was.
“I am.” With a smile, PJ turned to Mika, said her goodbyes, then headed down the hall.
It was bitterly cold outside as the weak winter’s sun hung low on the horizon. She snuggled closer to Luke and straight away, his arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders.
“So, your new neighbors are … nice.”
PJ knew sarcasm, was pretty good at it herself and Luke’s tone was oozing with it, but she wasn’t quite ready to jump into battle to defend Mika and Elliot. At some point in the future though, she might have to. Both of them, in their own unique way, had been good to her when they didn’t have to be, although telling Luke that wasn’t going to help. She had a feeling he was going to be territorial and maybe a little possessive where she was concerned. It wasn’t something she had experienced herself, quite the opposite really. Fiancés tended to be more relaxed about those sorts of things when they were screwing around. So having a man who actually cared where she was or who she was with would be novel.
“They are nice, well Mika is and …” Elliot, what the hell was Elliot? Overbearing, broody, arrogant, blah, blah, blah, the list was endless. “Elliot’s quiet.” Beside her Luke tensed, his arm tightening before he relaxed again.
“Well, that’s good then isn’t it? Considering how close they live.”
Yes, definitely territorial!