Lost In Mr. Parks (Park #3)

by Lilly James

  I knocked the damn door, feeling like an outsider, and waited. After a couple of minutes, I told myself I was his damn fiancée and yanked down the handle and entered.

  He was sitting behind the desk, laptop open, gaze studying the screen, and his fingers working tirelessly. Until he heard me shut the door behind me. He glanced up, and his green gaze landed on me. If he was trying to hide his surprise and supress the lust and desire his eyes were brimming with, then he didn’t succeed. I had to keep myself from doing a victory dance.

  “I just wanted to know if you wanted anything to drink?” I could I have slapped myself. A drink? No, Mr. Parks, I came in to see if you wanted to fuck me—that was the damn reason.

  He raised his brow humorously, then slowly pushed down his laptop lid, sat back in his chair, and crossed his arms. “A drink?” he toyed. Why did he make me feel small? Make me feel timid, like a mouse who was going to get eaten by a lion? I’d never felt like this around him. Maybe this was his game, his punishment. Bastard.

  “Yes. Maybe a drink…of me?” My voice was low, not confident at all. Normally I knew where I stood with him. He made me feel sexy, wanted, and adored, and that made my confidence soar. When I was in that mood, I had no problem talking dirty. Parks was playing a game, though. A good game, where he knew if he acted offish towards me, I wouldn’t know where I stood. I would feel uneasy and feel like I had to beg for his cock. Well, it was bloody working. And I actually loved it.

  The tiniest rise of his lips showed me he was smirking, and I blushed, not sure whether it was the right thing to say or not. My head was in a damn spin. He was so controlling, confident, and was hotter than Satan. And there was me, shaking in my heels, fumbling with the tie on the dressing gown, feeling pathetic because of what I had on underneath, and praying for his approval.

  “A drink of you?” he questioned as his gaze swept over my body. “What do you have to offer me?” I gulped as he moved his fingers to his shirt buttons. He opened the first three, then left me waiting for more. More never came. Oh God, I was salivating.

  “Where is your tongue now, Evelyn? Lost its bite?” He was talking about me arguing with him and Jasmine, and this proved he had every intention of making me a mute. A whimpering, horny mute. “No. I’m afraid I wouldn’t like a drink. Thank you.” He lifted up his laptop lid and resumed his tapping. Feeling rejected, I remained on the spot. Motionless. Gobsmacked. He just rejected me? What a tosser. I expected him to dash out of his chair, pull off the gown, expose what I was wearing underneath, and take me. Hard. Well, I didn’t put the damn rope thing on for nothing.

  I straightened out my backbone, took a gulp, and sashayed towards him. His gaze remained focused on his laptop. I rounded the desk and spun his wheeled chair around just enough to climb onto his lap. I sat across him, both legs swung to the side, and wrapped my arm around his neck. I felt how hard he was beneath me and thanked Christ I still affected him.

  “I want to fuck you,” I whispered in his ear, even though he was leaning over, still trying to type, forcing himself to ignore me. Feeling him shift beneath me had me smirking, so I pulled down his loose shirt, exposing his shoulder, and traced my lips softly along the blade. “Don’t you want to?” I teased before drawing circles on his skin with my tongue. Glancing upwards through my lashes, I saw his eyes close quickly, as if ignoring me for this punishment was killing him. I licked across his collarbone, slightly shifting in his lap so my backside rubbed against his cock. His hands stilled on his keyboard and clenched, itching to touch me.

  “Just touch me, Wade.” I purred his name in his ear, then brushed my lips against his cheek. Inhaling, I got a heady mix of his scent—fresh, intoxicating, and all mine. I kissed his cheek, purposely missing his lips, but I sorely, desperately desired them. He was good at this game, of course he was, and he kept his hands off me. Taking it upon myself, I took his hand and pressed it to my breast over my gown. “Don’t you say how much you love my tits, Wade?”

  He didn’t touch them, and the expression on his face as he tried to avoid looking at me was one of torment. He may have started the game as a punishment for me, but I had quickly made it a punishment for him. He was just too damn stubborn to give up, though. He released my breast and let his hand fall to his side, so I got up and brushed my breast across his face.

  “I guess you don’t want to.” I walked around him, knowing he was watching me hungrily, and made it to the door. Once I was positioned, I twirled to face him. He sat back in his chair, watching me, wondering. It was time to show the bondage ropes. I inhaled and exhaled, and then pulled the tie from my waist, allowing my dressing gown to fall from my shoulders and elegantly pool around my feet. I was exposed and his for the taking. Goose bumps flew across my skin when the cool air hit me. My nipples tightened with arousal, and the ache between my legs was excruciating. I was wet and needed his pretty head between them. His anything between them.

  I watched as possession and greed burned in the depth of his eyes as his gaze ran across my body. The silence switched from being uneasy and cold to sizzling hot.

  “Jesus, Evelyn.” Parks pushed back his chair, and on the way towards me, he pulled off his shirt and haphazardly threw it aside. I walked backwards out of the room as he strode towards me, until my back hit the stair railing. He cupped my breasts, and my knees buckled. My moan got shut down as his mouth covered mine. The low rumble he made as we kissed vibrated on my lips, urging me to kiss him even harder. We swept up each other’s tongues, and our hands flew aimlessly across one another’s bodies, caressing body parts, pulling at hair.

  “Talk to me,” I breathed when I had the chance, needing his skilled, smooth, and erotic words hitting me from all angles.

  “I don’t want to talk,” he growled, pulling off his trousers and boxers swiftly, and aimlessly throwing them over the stair rail. “I just want to fuck you.” He licked into my mouth hard and possessive, showing the power he had over me. My body would obey his commands. “I don’t know how you do this to me, Evelyn, but I can’t get enough.” Fisting my hair, he held me close, capturing me and telling me without words that I was going nowhere. I was his prisoner for the night. My body pleaded guilty as sin, just to be punished. Just to be controlled and dominated. Submitting to Parks came easily to me. I trusted him. I loved him. I was lost in him.

  “Don’t ever change.” It was a breathless demand, and the way he licked down my throat until he came to my breast had my back arching, my chest rising up in an offering. Taking the bait, he wrapped his warm, wet lips around my nipple and sucked, even tugging with his teeth. I came instantly. My mind was blown by how easily he tightened me up, then loosened my whole body within seconds.

  “Wade,” I whimpered as he kissed down my chest until his mouth was at the inside of my thigh. He bit at my skin, moaning at how close he was to my middle, then he was there. His tongue entered my centre, and I bowed my head back, letting out a cry of the utmost pleasure. Delicious stroke after stroke forced my body to weaken, and the pleasure between my legs meant I was about to convulse around his masterful tongue.

  “I think I’ll have that drink after all.” I felt his smirk against my sensitive flesh, and I was undone.

  “Yes…” I wailed, trying my best to close my legs to try and support my climax, but Parks kept them apart. His tongue spiralled, and his mouth sucked me up. I fisted a clump of his hair, unable to move, just able to cry out in delight and wish the feeling would never end. He licked up my stomach when he was satisfied I was wrung out, then greedily found my lips again. I lapped my tongue in his mouth, greedy for the taste of him and myself on his lips.

  “I’d give that drink five stars,” he said between kissing me and nipping at my lips.

  “I’d give that tongue five stars.” I gasped as Parks pushed two fingers into me, forcing me onto tiptoes. “Do…ah…you…ah.” Every time I attempted to talk, he would thrust his fingers harder, gaining pleasure from hearing me moan this way. “Like…hmm…what I’m wea
ring?” I blurted out as quickly as I could.

  “Baby…” Parks moaned into my mouth, continuing to finger-fuck me and take delight from my muffled moans. “I fucking love what you’re wearing. I get to see these…” He cupped my breast, “And this…” He moved his hand to my backside, which the straps didn’t cover. “My favourite things.” He slipped his fingers out of me, moved his hand to his cock, and both our heads fell, focusing on the hard rigidness of it. “He especially loves what you’re wearing.”

  “You think?” I bit my lip, my eyes still stalking what I wanted inside of me.

  “You want this?” he asked, effortlessly picking me up and placing me on the stair rail. My initial reaction was to slip straight back down, not feeling comfortable resting on something so high from the ground. “Princess.” He frowned, letting go of his cock and keeping me still by my hips. “Trust me. I would never let you go…or fall…the only falling you’ll ever be doing is for me.” He smiled adorably and rested his head against my forehead.

  “I’ve already fallen, and now I’m lost.” I kissed his cheek.

  “Good. Now I asked you a question. Do you want this?” He wrapped his fingers around his erection again, and his other hand kept me safe.

  “I thought you would never—” My words were abruptly cut off as he thrust himself into me. Mightily, forcefully. I didn’t deny the scream that fell from my lips from the intense pleasure, mixed with just a little pain until I adjusted. When I did, our bodies bonded as one, fitting perfectly together and rejecting separation.

  “Is this what you want?” he asked the rhetorical question as he pushed into me again. My head fell back languidly, and I knew he was smiling. “Thought so,” he admitted proudly, then immersed himself into me again. I battled to catch my breath as his delicious and impressive cock pummelled me. My head was in a daze, and my body shook like a leaf. His strikes were driven, precise, and extremely hard to fault. Just as it was extremely hard not to moan in delight. Cry out in pleasure. Claw at his back in delectable pain.

  “Evelyn.” He pushed in and pulled out on small moans, and the way he assured me I felt as good for him as he did for me made my confidence soar. I was dying to climb down from the rail and pounce on him. But I was too wrapped up tight and bound by the pleasure he was gifting that I couldn’t move.

  My gaze sailed over his heavenly face, his perfect, green, heavy-lidded eyes, and his glorious, tight, and defined upper body. He was the ultimate god. Ultimate alpha. Ultimate fiancé. “You’re beautiful,” I praised him, utterly out of breath.

  His knowing smirk was cocky, and I loved every inch of it. “I know.” He leaned in and thrust over and over while he turned his attention to my nipples. Quick slices of his tongue across my breasts had me moaning even more. My cries got even louder. I began to rock, and he caught my hips, urging me faster.

  “Princess, kiss me,” he pleaded. I leaned over immediately, finding his mouth and plunging my tongue in. The deep, sexual moans he made into my mouth made me a quivering mess. All at once, I was begging for release, begging to get even closer to him, and begging for it to never end. In the midst of my thoughts, I realised I was being picked up. I wrapped my legs around his waist like a vine and pressed my lips tighter to his as he carried me into the bedroom.

  We fell onto the bed, and our bodies tangled, our hands frantically finding each other’s bodies and lips and tongues dancing wildly.

  “I love you,” Parks breathed out, quickly climbing on top of me and filling me hastily. His lips ravished my flustered face as he repeated, “I love you.”

  “I—” he pushed into me again, knocking my words out of me, “—love you too.”

  Smirking against my neck, he said, “Not as much as I love you.” I rolled my eyes, grinning, then dug my nails into his arse. A great arse, may I add.

  “Are you trying to be demanding, baby?” His sexy-as-sin grin and arched brow had me laughing back. I nodded hastily, in desperate need for him to keep moving. “You want me deeper? Is that why you’re pushing me?” He bowed his head and licked across my nipple, then came back up to meet my lips.

  “Yes,” I snapped out, getting ever so frustrated. “Why have you stopped?”

  Parks ran his nose up my neck, then nipped at my skin. “Because I’m the boss, Princess. What I have told you about being patient?”

  Thrusting up my hips sent him deeper into me, and I gasped, then whimpered pitifully. Why was he torturing me? “Haven’t I told you I have no patience?”

  “That’s why I love you.” He concentrated on kissing me slowly, his tongue erotically slow-dancing with mine.

  “Then give it to me.” I moaned.

  He pulled back, looking down on me like I was a little, helpless being. “Give you what?”

  I pushed my head back into the pillow childishly, losing the will to live. “Don’t wind me up, Parks.” The moment his name was out of my mouth, he flipped me onto my back and sharply slapped me across my arse. I relished the sting and needed more of it.

  “Is that all you got, Parks?” I knew it would rile him, and I was right. I received another assault upon my arse, then he fisted my hair and angled my head to where he wanted.

  “Carry on speaking like that, Princess, and I will gag you.”

  “You wouldn’t gag me.” I pushed my luck. “You love me calling out your name too much.”

  “Is that so?” His question was cryptic, and I regretted challenging him the instant he left the bed. Automatically, I turned and sat up and watched him disappear into his walk-in wardrobe. Anticipating, I bit my lip, driven, turned on, and already missing him being inside me. My legs were shaking. My mind sharpening. When he reentered the room, my gaze travelled from his bare, padding feet, up his firm thighs, past his overly impressive erection, then across to what he was holding. I identified it immediately because I’d seen one in Steph’s bedroom. A ball gag.

  “You’re really going to gag me?”

  He nodded, and a smile was firmly etched on his face. “If you refuse to call me by my first name, I will gag you. You have called me Parks to piss me off, and I don’t like being pissed off.”

  “Clearly. Where do you keep all this stuff?” I pushed my luck again, so he came to the edge of the bed, the ball gag firmly in his grasp.

  “Do you want to continue to sass me, Evelyn?”

  “Well, I won’t be able to when you put that thing on me, will I?” I reached over and touched the black ball. It was harder than I thought.

  Parks tilted his head. “No, you won’t. Turn around.”

  I tilted my head, acting all innocent. “What if I don’t want to?”

  He shrugged. “Then don’t.”

  I swallowed hard. I didn’t expect him to say that, and his answer dropped me down a peg or two. He knelt on the bed, came towards me, and bent down to whisper in my ear, “But we both know you’re too curious to know exactly what it feels like to be gagged. So be a good girl and turn around.”

  I did exactly what he demanded. Turning around, I allowed the submissive side of me to come out to play and accepted every ounce of his dominant side. The light touch of his fingertips on my shoulders as he pulled my hair back sent an instant shiver down my spine. Then he brought the gag around to my mouth. “Open.”

  I opened up, and he placed the ball just inside my lips. It had holes in it to allow me to breathe, thank the Lord. He brought the red-and-black straps across my head and buckled them in place, tight and secure. The suspense was heightening, and I wasn’t sure why I was breathing so heavily. I was profoundly turned on but worried from feeling helpless and not knowing what would come next. But I trusted him. Explicitly.

  I tried to swallow, an automatic reflex, but Parks eased my concerns. “Just relax, Princess.” He kissed the back of my head, then was gone again. I didn’t look to see what he was doing, but when he came back out and took hold of my wrists, I knew what I was in for.

  “Gagged, handcuffed, and a sweet body that is mine to do with
as I please.” His words were devilish, and as he cuffed my hands in front of me, I closed my eyes, hugely excited at being defenceless. His hand cracked against my arse, and my body arched, my skin stinging. “Just because…” he said. “Lie across the bed, Princess.” I did as I was told, rolling onto my back against the mattress. Parks hovered over me and pulled me down a little so my arse was on the edge of the bed, my feet parallel to the floor. I remained on my back, and he placed a pillow under my head, then positioned himself between my legs, crouching down. His pelvis was aligned with mine, and he glanced down between us. I looked down too and saw him holding himself just before my sex.

  “I can fill you until you scream, do you know that?” I was about to agree, but the gag stopped my words. Instead I nodded.

  “Of course,” he teased, rubbing the head of his erection against me, causing delicious friction. “You can’t scream.” He pushed the tip inside me just a little, bracing his hands on my hips. I was well aware of staring at him feebly while he stared back powerfully. Desperately, I wanted to beg for more. But all I could do was lift my hips and wrap my thighs around him, but he shook his head and placed my legs back into position.

  “Keep your feet on the floor,” he commanded as he pinned my cuffed wrists above my head. “Or I will strap down your entire body.” I was willing to surrender and stay still.

  Parks crouched back into position and pushed into me so deep and hard, I felt his cock hit a place where he hadn’t gone before. It was a feeling of deep satisfaction that fell beyond physical, and I wanted so desperately to cry out, to call his name, but the gag muffled my moans. His hands were under my thighs, pulling me into his cock, taking control, directing our bodies perfectly. He knew what spots to hit. He knew what position he had to be in to go deeper. He also knew it was driving me crazy that I couldn’t moan. Couldn’t talk. Couldn’t tell him how good he felt. The way my words were suppressed drove me deeper into frustration. Especially when I was about to come.