Lucas pressed on my lower back and then shoved my cheek deeper into the sheets. His tip played at the edge of my velvety hot lips.
He slowly pushed in.
I thought I would be ready. I was not ready. Not even close to ready for Lucas.
His cock throbbed. Swollen and pumping, he eased his way in through my grasping hole. I clutched him, wrapping around him tightly, instinctively wanting to caress him. The first thrust shoved me open. The first thrust punished me.
I screamed. I pounded my fists against the firm mattress.
"So damn tight."
He hit the end of me. I managed to fit him inside until his balls surged against my ass, his pubes tickling my clit. The sensation overwhelmed and I jerked and attempted to crawl off, to take a little less each time because my God, every inch of Lucas was a life changing experience, and he had a lot of inches.
Lucas pulled back out. I gasped for air. He'd expelled all of it out of my lungs on the first thrust.
Wrapping my hair in his hands again, he pulled a fistful back, bending me to each swing of his powerful cock. He drove into me, stretching me to my limit. The first orgasm he'd given me with his tongue paled in comparison to the one building, and the first had destroyed me.
"So good," I screamed.
"Open for more," Lucas growled. His other hand smacked my rear. I buckled and gave him what he wanted as I wiggled Lucas all the way in. He loved to see me unravel.
"You’re going to make me come again,” I warned him. It almost sounded like a plea to stop.
"Come then, I want to watch.”
As I wrapped around him, I kept him snug while trying to get him even closer, like we were playing a game of tug of war. We both knew who would win in the end.
I didn’t know he had been holding back. Lucas drove into me.
"Hold me," I called to him. "Keep holding me." My voice hit its highest and then became an incomprehensible scream.
I bent to take him even deeper. Then I shattered, the orgasm ripping through me, leaving me a happy, mindless mess. I would've jolted off the bed if not for the bondage keeping my orgasm pinned inside of me, releasing at its peak.
When I came back from the blinding experience, the orgasm still simmered, aftershocks rocking my body.
I was too lost in my myself to concentrate on Lucas. He reminded me that he was still there when his warm cum spurted over my back, the heat a wonderful finish to the ravaging. I never knew that could feel so great.
He kept spurting. I was completely blind to what he was doing behind me, but his warmth drizzled over my ass. He let it drip down my curves. I almost wiggled to get it down to my pussy.
Unconsciously, I wanted the trails to reach down to my pounding pussy. I badly wanted Lucas to finish inside of me, but that was crazy, so I kept myself planted to the mattress, not able to wiggle much in my bondage anyway.
"Fuck, that was spectacular."
Lucas undid my blindfold. My sight returned, I saw him grinning wide with a confident stare at my ass splattered with his seed. His cock was still straight and hard, semen pearling at the tip.
"Mind if you stay here for the rest of the week?"
I chuckled wearily. "Do I have a choice?"
He dipped in and cemented the evening with a lingering kiss. Once he pulled away, stars burst behind my eyelids.
Lucas unbound me. I flopped onto my back and heaved for air. Flickering flames from the fireplace licked my falling and rising chest. My nipples still tightened as the fire cascaded over them in an enticing trance. He stared at my chest held high on the bed with my back arched.
Coming had given him some clarity. "I'm going to tell everyone that you're my choice," he said. He shook his head as if disgusted with himself. "I should've done it earlier."
All of those complicated issues seemed far away now. I settled my head back on the curled up sheets I'd braced myself upon before. With my legs spread, heat still pooled there, reminding me how he'd used me.
I tried to quiet that part of me. I did have work tomorrow. I wasn't going to ask my mom if I could borrow her walker because I couldn’t walk.
"This is about more than keeping the company. There's a lot of history." He shook it off again with a shrug. I wanted to run myself through his blond streaks then pull him into my lips. Let him forget all his troubles and thank him for sex so good I cried.
"It's okay. Don't worry about it right now." I called him closer. "Get on top of me."
His weight pressed on me, I sank deeper into the mattress. He settled between my thighs while my neck rocked back and I moaned, only to receive more. Lucas nudged my chin with his, then peppered my jawline with hot, fluttering kisses.
"You were my choice in the beginning. Now everyone is going to know it. If they don't like it, too bad."
"I'm not going anywhere. Especially since you like to keep me bound to your bed." I laughed. Missionary was what I was used to with men who couldn't power their way through a cup of jello.
"Since you like my commands so much, I have another one. Spend the night with me."
"I think I'll have to. You leveled me." I kicked and my legs barely moved.
"Sleep in my bed with me. I don't want you to leave like some mistress in the night.”
“Why thank you. I’m not sure if being your mistress is quite a bad thing right now, but still...I’m not like that.”
“It's not like that. When you were asking me if I was serious, I knew why. You were concerned that this was only about sex."
He tilted my chin toward his serious expression. "I'm serious about this. Which is why I'm going to gather everyone and let them know." He added, "Don't get me wrong, the sex is great. I'll make that hot pussy of yours come as much as I can, but it's not the only way I intend on romancing you."
I cocked an eyebrow at him. I smiled like a fool. "Oh, you're going to romance me now? Lucas, do you always get this lovey dovey after you paddle someone?"
"No, just with you." He ruffled his blond streaks. "To be honest, I'm just as surprised as you are, but I won’t run. I've learned a long time ago not to take people for granted.”
Lucas referred to some history with his family. I began to think that there was some darker part to Lucas that he wasn't telling me. It wasn't the time or place for me to ask. Stringing together a comprehensible sentence at this point seemed like an impossible task.
"Take me back home with you.”
He switched the fireplace off. As I tried to stand, but failed miserably, he turned more lights off. He let me lean against him. Then he took me back to his house.
I would spend the rest of the night with Lucas. I curled up against him in his bed, my new home.
For once, it seemed like we would make it. Life had been stuck for me.
Lucas taught me that life was still full of surprises.
Chapter 11
Lucas
"I've made my choice," I told Brent.
"You don't have to tell me," he said. He unbuttoned his suit, even shown a little of his pale stomach. I argued with him to change to something that didn't require black dress shoes in sand. He had been soaking in the cresting waves on my private beach rather than the girls in their skimpy bikinis.
"Tia," I interrupted him.
"I said you didn't have to tell me."
"I heard you. I didn't have to tell you, but I did anyway.”
He sighed and turned back to the sun. "Excuse me, smart ass, I should've said you shouldn't tell me, but I'm glad she's your choice." He kicked back, stretched, then looked at me, either with scrutiny or because the sun was so bright.
"Are you sure?"
Sure? There was no doubt in my mind. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been so sure about anything. Tia was what I wanted. After fucking her with little restraint yesterday, I realized I wanted her again. Right after. I’d never tire of her.
"She's had a tough life. You realize?" He kicked sand off his black shoe and flicked a glare my way.
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sp; "I won't mess this up. She's not like any other woman I've met."
"That doesn't scare you?"
"Why are you trying to freak me out?"
"They're only questions." He turned away from me. I read Brent pretty well, unlike others.
"You're protecting her, I get it, because you introduced her to me. So you're afraid I'm going to self destruct and ruin it. I'm not. You don't have to protect her from me. I'll do the protecting from now on."
"Your father won't be happy." Brent wouldn't look at me. He was still concerned with watching over the girls or else he wanted to hear what I had to say without his influence.
My father would definitely not be pleased with my choice. His clear choice was Jayne. His last choice was Tia. If he even knew she was there. Something told me that Brent hadn't told him. Possibly my father's spies had said something. He would not approve of Tia. Tia, who had no money to her name. Tia, who lived in a terrible neighborhood. Tia, who would be my bride. No matter what my father said.
It crossed my mind then he might try to stop me, but my determination remained unfazed.
"He asked me to find a bride. I've fulfilled that obligation."
Brent stood up now. He wiped the sand off his pant legs. He buttoned up his suit jacket as beads of sweat rolled down his bald head.
"You're going to marry her now? Does she know this?"
"No," I started. Brent had a point. Didn't Tia say she didn't want to be chosen as a bride, just that she wanted to get to know me better? How was this ever going to work?
"You don't tell a girl you will marry her. You're supposed to surprise them."
"Uh huh. And how are you going to surprise her?" Brent smirked at me now.
My jaw slackened. The hot sun seemed to bear down on me now. He called my bluff. I had no plans, only to tell Tia that she would be the chosen girl. So far, she'd seemed okay with it since she agreed to take off work for the evening with the explanation that her bosses were getting suspicious.
"I can't tell you that."
Brent tapped a finger against my shoulder. He rounded me and puffed his stomach out as he stared at the coastline.
"You're full of shit."
"You’re right. But I'm not bullshitting about one thing...Tia is the one."
"As long as you're prepared, Lucas. I’m on your side, you know, but I’m hoping that you have everything in order."
A warning. Brent was full of warnings. I didn't take heed.
"He asked for a bride and a baby. He should be happy I've actually found someone. Who knew it was possible? He'll have his grandchildren soon enough...heirs to run the family fortune in his name."
Fear gripped me when I wondered if I would rush into marrying and having children with Tia. A few months ago, I would’ve thought I’d be a bachelor for life. My only chance of having a child was a broken condom.
I turned back toward my home. "Watch them. I need to work. Imagine that? Actual work, instead of this."
Brent grumbled as I left. My main task was organizing computer systems that kept our workers and business partners updated, along with creating the front facing website for all of our smaller branches. An assortment of managers divided up my workload, but I didn’t like leaving it completely up to them.
I headed to the top floor to my office where no one else could go. That room was off limits. It was an oval space with high ceilings and windows. I frequently paced around the wooden floors. There was a circular, black desk in the back of the room with my bonsai gardens around it. I dropped onto one of the most comfortable chairs in the world and logged into my computer. There wouldn't be time for me to handle specifics, but at least I’d catch up on emails. Sometimes they’d reach the thousands if I didn't log in for a few days.
It was at two hundred and thirty six unread. On the top of the list there was an email from Rick Holland, the investigator I'd put on Tia's case. "Case Update," it read. I'd been ignoring him for a while.
Who needed an investigator when you were balls deep in the person you were keeping track of?
I clicked it.
"Please call me. I haven't heard from you and I'd like feedback. Thanks - Rick."
I picked up the landline phone and dialed Rick's number. He answered right away. As he did, I noticed his prior emails had attachments and I downloaded a PDF to see a vast amount of information collected about Tia. It wasn't what I was looking for. I was looking for something like...what her favorite color was, her first dog’s name, stuff like that. Something also told me she might need my help...she was involved in a twisted, rich game, and was not used to their underhanded tactics like I was.
"Hey Lucas, haven't heard from you. Everything okay?" Rick asked, startling me, since I forgot I was on the phone.
"I'm just looking over this report—”
"Oh, have you read it? What did you think? Was the information satisfactory?"
"Uhm, yeah, sure. I wasn't looking for this much. This looks like all the materials for a college course on Tia Daniels."
"Thank you," he said.
That wasn't a compliment. Continuing, I told him, "That will be enough. I am happy with your service."
"Should we remove the security detail?"
I straightened in my leather chair. I thought about it. "No, don't do that." I wasn't convinced that she would be out of trouble. She'd gotten into a fight with one of the girls. My father was a powerful man, and I didn't entirely trust him. I needed to make sure she was safe...I was a little controlling, a little paranoid, but she knew that from the beginning, didn't she?
"Sure, glad you were pleased with our service. Oh, and one more thing. I would be careful. Tread carefully. Someone who has already sued you might sue you again."
"Thanks," I said. Then I stopped. I pressed the phone against my jaw as my stomach dropped and I asked him, "Wait, what did you say? Sue?"
It must've been a mistake. Except Rick wasn’t the type to make mistakes.
Rick chuckled. Then shut up when he noticed my silence. "Shit, you didn't read that part? Go to page fifteen. Right now."
I flipped to page fifteen and scanned swiftly, so fast I almost didn't comprehend what I was reading. I backed away from the phone and rubbed my pounding temples. This new knowledge tore me apart.
"Thank you,” I muttered, my mind elsewhere. This conversation ran its course. "I’m going now. Keep that security detail on."
"No problem. Have a good day, Mr. Moore."
A long time before I met her, our company had intruded on Tia’s life. One of my family members had been the cause of the crash that put Tia’s mom in a coma. It was an uncle of mine, Larry, a known alcoholic who I hardly knew. I learned of the accident in passing. At the time, I cared little about it. Larry was an asshole. He’d always been an asshole. What did I care?
The report was painful. All of the pain her mother went through and Tia had to be there the whole time...it broke my heart to know what she must’ve experienced by her side. We paid for some of the damages, but Uncle Larry avoided prison time, since our company had powerful lawyers on retainer. One time while out for drinks, one of my cousins joked that he could go all Patrick Bateman, murdering whoever he wanted, and all he'd get was a slap on the wrist.
It scared me because it was most likely true. We could get away with a lot. Uncle Larry pretty much got away with attempted murder.
They tried to sue for more money for her rehabilitation bills, but the judge ruled against them. There was even a note that Larry would think about suing for lawyer fees. That fucking scoundrel.
I smashed the phone against the edge of my desk. It popped off and hung loosely by the chord. I thought about strangling Larry with it, watching him go from pink to blue. That wouldn’t be happening, but it sure sounded like a great idea.
It worried me what Tia would think of me once I told her I knew the truth.
Or did she know the whole time, but didn't tell me?
I wished for it to be the case. Something told me that she
didn't realize that he was my uncle. Or that my horrible company was involved.
The final event, the declaration of my choice, seemed even more important now. I wouldn’t screw this up. I shut down my computer and headed out to the pool, where everyone would congregate to learn who I had chosen as my bride.
I would make sure everything was perfect for Tia.
Chapter 12
Tia
At work, physically I was there, but mentally, I was still with Lucas. Work didn't bother me like it used to. I'd always been a hopeless romantic. Now I let myself be a hopeful one. Being in the ticket booth instead of the games also helped. Time seemed to fly by when you were ripping tickets like a machine.
Adventure Zone didn't seem like my prison now. Adventure Zone seemed like a small, forgettable stepping stone in my life.
Would I move in with him? Would we move? Space of my own would be welcome. It was amazing my mom and I were still able to talk...we’d been sharing the same home for far too long.
Speaking of Mom, she texted me as I was about to clock out.
Mom: Hope your date goes well tonight! Glad you're getting your groove back.
My reply was a brief, “Thanks.” Mom didn’t need to get involved more than she already was. I didn’t need to talk to my mom about any grooves, thank you very much.
Brandon also didn’t seem to care about my dismissal. He never responded to my first text. I guessed the newest video game had probably come out.
It was nice to have my evening off. That meant my makeup would be how I wanted it, and my hair would be, too. I would take my time, not be in a rush, and really floor Lucas. If he thought he was excited last night, oh baby, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands off me tonight.
Which kind of frightened me a little...I would keep it classy. Classy, but still sexy. Lucas certainly didn't need a nudge in the horny department. He ran around like there was Viagra in his drinking water. The thought got me smiling as I approached the parking lot. I crossed the seven row lot to the roadside, where I would wait for the bus.
The bus picked me up and in twenty minutes I was home, which surprised my mother. She thought I was going right to Lucas dressed like a carny? Hell no. Not happening. This was the night when Lucas would proclaim his love for me. I needed to be on top of my game.
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