For the Night - Complete Box Set

by C. J. Fallowfield

  ‘No!’ she cried, in a panic.

  ‘Yes!’ I shot back. ‘That’s another two spanks, and just because you infuriate me by denying me something I want so badly you’ll get another one. As I can’t take you there without your permission, I’m not going to hold back anymore when it comes to my palm connecting with your soft flesh. I’m going to spank you so damn hard, you may wish you’d let me fuck you there, angel.’ I stepped back, my body trembling with excitement as I tore my clothes off. I could hear her breathing really fast, she was nervous. I wasn’t going to bruise her, but neither was I holding anything back like I had before. I’d take her right to the limit. I used one of my palms to caress the delicate blue lace, before making her scream as I grasped them, ripping them off her. I rubbed the remains of the crotch between my forefinger and thumb and smirked, they were saturated with her arousal. I held them in front of her face, letting her breath the aroma in. ‘See what I do to you? See how badly you need me, angel? Can you smell yourself coating these? It’s such a fucking turn on. I love how you taste and I can’t wait to bury my face in your pretty, wet little cunt later and drink you dry. First I’m going to punish you, for making me miss you, for making me go without coming for four fucking weeks and because it will turn me on even more to do it.’

  She nodded with a slight whimper as I tossed her ruined knickers to the side and went to my desk, where I’d left the bottle of heated oil out ready. I massaged plenty into the cheeks of her arse, loving how the soft candlelight in here made them luminous, then coated my hands and slowly circled her flesh. I heard her taking long, slow, deep breaths, remembering that she needed to relax her muscles to make this easier on herself. I groaned at the first crack of my palm, her yelp of surprise turning me on even more. I did another three in quick succession, delighting in the satisfying noise of both my hand on her wet skin and the confused moan of pleasure and indignation that escaped her mouth. She told me that she felt degraded when I did this, that she only did it for me, because I loved it so much, but I’d told her she was lying to herself and to me. The fact that her labia swelled so much and were coated in such slickness said exactly how much she loved this. I did another four and had to bite my lower lip between my teeth and pace the room for a moment. Her cheeks were hot pink and I was on the verge of losing my load again.

  ‘Quitting, angel?’ I asked as she wriggled, her restraints giving her no freedom of movement.

  ‘No, Sir,’ she replied quietly, on a breathless sigh.

  ‘Excellent, four more, then you’ll be rewarded my beautiful girl. Would you like to know how I’ll reward you?’

  ‘Yes, Sir,’ she nodded vigorously. I pressed up behind her again, reaching around her body to squeeze her breasts firmly, making her gasp.

  ‘I’m going to ram my solid, painfully swollen, cock into your warmth and fuck you until one of us passes out from exhaustion. If I was a gambling man, I’d say that it will be you first, angel. You’re going to come so many times, you’ll think you died and went to Heaven. How good does that sound?’

  ‘Amazing, Sir,’ she choked as a sob escaped her lips. I reached up to tuck my fingers under her chin, tilting her head as I kissed her hungrily, our tongues tangling like warriors going into battle, no way was she overpowering me, I was the one in charge, I was always the one in charge. I turned on the playlist I’d selected especially for this moment, as she trembled, spread and eager for me, starting off with Fleetwood Mac’s Tusk, slow and gritty enough with a good beat to start off to, before we started the climb to the summit. Plus I needed something to drown out the screams she was about to start producing. I cracked my knuckles and flexed my neck as I went to the bathroom to wipe the oil off my hands and take a deep breath. This was what I trained so hard for, as well as to make sure I looked my best for her, to be fit enough for power fucks that lasted. The sight of her, arms and legs spread with her spank heated backside, had me growl with carnal appreciation. I’d never wanted her more.

  ‘Ready, angel?’ I whispered in her ear, tugging at her lobe with my teeth.

  ‘I was ready the moment that you left me for America. I’ve dreamed of nothing else. Fuck me, please fuck me, don’t make me wait any longer, Sir,’ she pleaded. I positioned myself behind her and guided my needy cock to her desperately clenching soaked cunt and waited for a moment, letting them reacquaint as I curled my fingers around her hips.

  ‘Hold on tight,’ I snarled, as I thrust my hips forward and roared as I speared her, bliss saturating my body to be surrounded by her tight warmth again, her scream of pleasure making my chest swell. I started with some long slow teasing strokes, making her sob and start to beg for more, as the tracks changed and increased in tempo to deep pounding bass beats, so I adjusted, my hands roving all over her stomach, breasts and clit, clutching, stroking, kneading, as my lips worked on her neck kissing, biting and sucking. I was on sense overload, touch, taste, smell, the visual of her mouth ajar as she panted, the screams and noise of my name escaping her sweet lips, along with a very unexpected load of expletives. Coming from her angelic mouth made it even hotter. Damn it, I could die happy right now, reunited with my woman and buried inside her, making her happy again. Even if I couldn’t ever climax again myself, I’d be content just to make her. She was my fucking world.

  I finally let myself release when she needed me to support her body weight, to stop her hanging from her wrists as her legs gave out on her. I held her against me, her head flopping back onto my shoulder, as I gently kissed her and appreciated the calm after the tornado. Damn it, I was knackered myself after that. I was so proud that she hadn’t even used her safe words, she’d taken everything I’d given her, giving me back so much more in return. She let out a murmur of protest as I slid out of her and quickly undid her ankle cuffs and then the ones around her wrists, catching her as she slumped and hauling her up into my arms.

  ‘I love you, you animal,’ she moaned.

  ‘I love you, too. More than you’ll ever know, angel. Are you ok?’ I asked, concerned at the look of utter exhaustion written all over her face as she looked up at me, making my stomach twist in delicious agony.

  ‘Lucas overdose,’ she nodded, as she struggled to keep her beautiful clear blue eyes open.

  ‘I could never overdose on you, Summer Beresford. I’ll never get enough of you, every time just leaves me longing for more.’

  ‘Already?’ she whimpered. I chuckled and dipped my head, kissing her forehead gently.

  ‘Not tonight, you did so well, I’m so proud of you. Come on, let’s get you to bed to sleep.’

  ‘Don’t leave me,’ she whispered, her lips brushing against my pec.

  ‘I’m not going anywhere, not without you. Sleep, I’ll be here when you wake up.’ I carried her into my bedroom, lay her on the bed and smiled, she was completely out for the count already. That had been the fuck of the century! Much to my surprise, I actually enjoyed soft and tender with her, but a fuck like that, the way I’d wanted her from the moment I saw her, had been a long time coming. I carefully rolled her onto her front, making sure her cheek was resting on the pillow and her hair was swept off her face. Gazing down at her pink and cream mottled backside had me curse as my cock stiffened again. What fucking hold did she have over me? I thought I’d unloaded my entire supply in the last few hours. No one made me respond the way she did, sexually or emotionally. She was the God damn love of my life, compatible on every single level. I just hoped that I was hers. I went to the en-suite and had a cold shower to try and calm me down, she was done in, sexually we were done for the night, but the thought of holding her in my arms and watching her sleeping soon had me smiling again.

  I rubbed myself down vigorously with the towel, then quickly dried my hair with another and stood in front of the mirror as I looked at the smile tattooed on my face, at my seriously toned masculine body. A body I hadn’t even let her touch yet, we had time for that, hopefully we had all the time in the world, as I never planned on being apart from he
r again. I found the bottle of witch hazel and some cotton wool and headed back to find her still asleep on her stomach. She let out a small murmur as I dabbed it on her hot cheeks and mumbled incoherently as she nestled her head further into the pillow. I carefully covered her up and just sat on the edge of the bed watching her for a while. Four weeks without her had been hell. I ran my fingers through her soft hair and sighed, wondering how she was going to handle the next part of my surprise tomorrow.

  She had a load of film offers to choose from now, some in America and some in the UK, but I was stuck in LA for the next six months, at least. No way was I returning there without her after Christmas. There were rumours that she might be nominated for a Golden Globe for her performance in the last of the Broken Promises Trilogy, if she was, she’d be even more in demand in America. It was only a matter of time before it made sense for us to move over there, for most of the year anyway. We were virtually living together already and I hardly ever used this place anymore, in fact I’d had to organise for my old housekeeper to come and clean it from top to bottom, as well as to sort out fresh bedding so we could use it tonight. It would make sense to sell it and put the money towards a home in LA, keeping her place over here. I could only hope that she agreed, when I hit her with my proposition tomorrow. I grabbed myself a glass of water, pouring her one to put on her bedside table as well, cursing the fact that I’d not thought to ask James to bring some limes with him. I rummaged in the food hamper I’d asked him to leave and made myself a four egg omelette with ham and cheese and polished it off, then had two bananas and an apple and went to check on Summer. I smiled, she wasn’t going to wake up until the morning, but I had a feeling she’d be ravenous herself then. I cleaned my teeth and got into bed with her, rolling her onto her side and hitching myself across so I could lay her back down against me. God I’d missed this. I even slept with my arms around the spare bloody pillow in the hotel, trying to placate myself, but nothing compared to her warm body or the scent of her honey shampoo filling my nostrils. ‘Night, angel. Sleep tight. I love you.’

  The Verdict

  Summer

  ‘Angel,’ came a mumbled voice, rousing me from my happy dream. I stretched in bed, then moaned to feel my muscles screaming their protest as I did, but I still had a stupid smile on my face to hear my man’s voice. I opened my eyes and bit my bottom lip as my smile threatened to reach my eyes to see him standing at the bottom of the bed, wearing a tight pair of bright white boxers, with a red rose clutched between his teeth and a breakfast tray in his hands, from which the most delicious aromas were wafting.

  ‘Lucas,’ I sighed, my heart swelling with love.

  ‘Sit up,’ he managed to utter without dropping the beautiful flower. I did and moaned again as the sheets rubbed against my deliciously sore bottom. He chuckled and walked around, putting the tray on my lap and whipping the rose from his mouth, handing it to me with a flourish as his lips met mine for the sweetest tender morning kiss.

  ‘I’ve missed this,’ I sighed happily.

  ‘Too lazy to get out of bed and make your own breakfast while I was gone?’ he asked, a teasing sexy eyebrow raised.

  ‘Not breakfast,’ I laughed, as I reached up to run the tip of my finger over the scar he’d incurred running up the stairs of the hotel in Paris. ‘Waking up to see your gorgeous face and that sexy as hell smile.’

  ‘What’s wrong with my sexy as hell body?’

  ‘Absolutely nothing at all,’ I nodded as my eyes skimmed it in appreciation.

  ‘Food,’ he laughed, pointing at the plate. ‘I’ve slaved over a hot stove doing your pancakes and bacon for you.’

  ‘When did you get home?’ I asked, as I picked up my coffee and virtually inhaled it.

  ‘About an hour before James came to pick you up from set. He took me to the apartment to leave the note and earrings, before dropping me here. I wanted to surprise you.’

  ‘O it was a surprise alright,’ I nodded with a smile. ‘When do you have to go? Please tell me you can at least stay until tomorrow?’

  ‘No, the flight’s in about three hours,’ he replied. I felt my face fall, disappointment hitting me right in the gut.

  ‘Lucas! You came all the way back just for one night?’

  ‘No, I came back for you. Eat your breakfast, then you’d better get showered and ready as you’re coming back with me.’

  ‘I am?’ I looked at him surprised.

  ‘We’re shutting down on Friday, so you can come and stay with me for the week before we return back to England together for Christmas.’

  ‘How do you know I’m not working next week?’ I asked, as I started to tuck into my breakfast, feeling famished.

  ‘Please, this is me you’re talking to, I make it my job to know. I’d already planned to come back and take you back with me today, thinking you were working on Monday, so I was going to fly you back on Sunday night, now I don’t have to.’

  ‘You’re crazy,’ I laughed. ‘A thirteen hour flight each way, for both of us, to get one night together in each country.’

  ‘I am crazy, about you,’ he grinned, tugging on my lower lip. ‘I want to show you something out there and it needed to happen before you come over in January.’

  ‘I wasn’t planning on going over in January.’

  ‘Right, because you’re so sure you’re not going to be nominated for a Golden Globe. You’ll be coming out in January to pick up that damn prize, Summer.’

  ‘Don’t get all excited, I’m still relatively new, there’s loads of better established and frankly better actresses than me out there.’

  ‘Don’t make me take you over my knee and spank your bottom pink again,’ he warned. ‘You’re amazing. Now hurry up and eat, as I’d like to fit in some tender and gentle sex before you shower.’

  ‘I also need to go home and pack.’

  ‘No you don’t, I already purchased everything that you need over there. James will be here in an hour.’

  ‘O my God,’ I uttered as I ate faster. ‘You and your planning, Lucas Steel.’

  ‘Morning, James,’ he beamed, as they did a man hug.

  ‘Morning, James,’ I smiled, back in last night’s outfit, but with a pair of new knickers that Lucas had brought from our apartment.

  ‘I trust you had an enjoyable reunion?’ he asked, with a wink at Lucas, as I climbed into the car and shook my head.

  ‘Exceedingly good, the best reunion in the history of reunions, James.’

  ‘Very pleased to hear it. Though I shall be suing you for compensation for post traumatic stress, over being physically and verbally assaulted last night by Miss Beresford.’

  ‘What?’ Lucas laughed, looking at me as James shut the door.

  ‘Well it’s not my fault. He only blindfolded me before he got in the car to bring me to you. He could have been anyone, so I took appropriate action.’

  ‘What appropriate action?’ he demanded, his shoulders still shaking with laugher as he took my hand in his, our fingers slotting together and squeezing tightly in a reassuringly familiar way.

  ‘She tried to garrotte me with her freakishly strong right arm and puncture the back of my skull with a six inch weapon of lethal destruction,’ James uttered, as he positioned himself behind the steering wheel.

  ‘You’re carrying a knife?’ Lucas gasped, looking at me horrified. I burst out laughing as James winked at me in the mirror.

  ‘No, of course not. It was the heel of one of my shoes, which is only five inches tall for the record.’

  ‘Still a lethal weapon,’ scoffed James as he pulled out.

  ‘Well it’s nice to see that the two of you have bonded so well while I’ve been gone,’ Lucas chuckled, as he lifted our joined hands and kissed mine.

  ‘We’re firm friends, I’m very fond of James,’ I smiled.

  ‘Very platonic friends, Sir,’ James uttered quickly.

  ‘I trust you,’ Lucas replied. ‘Both of you. Besides, why would she want your fat old lardy
arse when she has my young toned muscular one?’

  ‘I don’t know which of fat or lardy to be most insulted at, Sir,’ James exclaimed, as I laughed. I’d missed the two of them bantering and winding each other up.

  ‘Personally I’d have gone with old, but you’re obviously not disputing that fact, are you, James?’

  ‘I’m not too old to take you to the mat, I told Miss Beresford so last night.’

  ‘He did,’ I nodded. ‘In fact he thinks that we ought to have a showdown, James, you, me, Bailey and Wayne and find out once and for all who’s the strongest.’

  ‘I think we’d need to have a number of winning categories to be fair,’ James pointed out, his face turning serious, which made me giggle. Men and their competitiveness really tickled me. ‘Strength, endurance, flexibility, speed and cunning. In fact I vote we have a day at the army training base, they run boot camps and finish off the day with escape and evade while paintballing.’

  ‘O you’re so on, oldie,’ nodded Lucas.

  ‘I’ll make you eat your words, Sir, just like I made you scream like a girl.’

  ‘You’re never going to let that go are you?’ he sighed with a shake of his head and a roll of his eyes at me.

  ‘It was very funny,’ I laughed.

  ‘How would you know?’ Lucas shot back. I grimaced at James in the mirror and felt my cheeks go red. James covered his mouth with his hand and coughed, before focussing back on the road. ‘Summer?’

  ‘Shit, it appears the game’s up,’ uttered James, as he reached forward and inserted a CD into his media system. I couldn’t stop giggling at the look on Lucas’s face as the sound of the powerful Lotus Elise roaring around the track filled the car, swiftly followed by his voice cursing and telling James to slow down, then a loud scream filled the air as James pulled on the handbrake making the Lotus spin. I laughed even harder when Lucas realised that James had mastered the recording to put it on repeat a number of times. He had a big grin on his face as he kept his eyes on the road ahead.