Broken Desires (Broken Series)

by Boone, Azure

  He avoided the whole what the hell are you doing with her question. He didn’t know anymore. He only knew he had to do what he was doing. He was too far gone and he honestly had no clue where it would end and prayed whatever happened, she wouldn’t get hurt.

  It was only Tuesday and he resisted calling Sofia again. Four times was enough, ridiculous even. What he wanted was to leave work every hour, go home and let her play therapist on him. God she was so fucking sweet with that. But no way in hell could he let her know the things in his head. She’d run and never come back. He’d rather be a fake forever than let that happen.

  She was jealous too. And he’d never found anything so fucking sexy. He smiled to himself remembering how she’d broached the sex class subject. Sooooo, when do you start those classes? She didn’t realize how utterly transparent she was to him. And like with everything else about her, he found that sexy. Even the way she pushed the hair behind her ears, and pouted her lips until the upper one actually touched her nose…it all made him want to drop what he was doing and fuck her till she screamed his name like she did so very well.

  She was definitely a new addiction. And God help him, he was having a hard time keeping his perverted addictions separate from his Sofia addiction. Especially with her playing the sweet therapist and trying to find a way for him to have what he wanted.

  ****

  “So, we’re shopping together,” Daniel said as they walked arm and arm into the supermarket. “I’ve fantasized about this.”

  Sofia glanced up at him. “Really?”

  “Mmm. I ate your pussy among the produce.”

  Sofia’s heart skipped a beat as she gasped a laugh. “You pervert.” At the baskets she said, “Would you like me to push?”

  “No. I’d like you to walk ahead of me. So I can watch you.”

  She lifted seductive eyes at him with a secret smile. “You like my butt in these jeans?”

  He lowered his eyes to the topic and then met her gaze with one hell of a ravenous look. “I do. Very much.” He grinned. “Get moving.”

  “Yes sir.” She walked ahead of him. “Just be sure and not run over my feet, or I’ll be pissed.” She led the way, loving that he was eyeing her ass.

  “You know where I’m headed, don’t you,” he said.

  “Hell yes I do. You know how many times I’ve stalked you in the produce aisle?”

  “Oh my God, seriously?”

  “Oh my God, yes. I was always so envious of the vegetables, you practically made love to them with your eyes and hands.

  “Oh shit, that bad?”

  She threw a giggle over her shoulder. “I might be exaggerating a little.”

  “Probably not. I’m a sick fuck when it comes to awesome food.”

  “Daniel, the terms sick and fuck hardly go together in my mind with you.”

  He choked out a chuckle. “That’s only because I behave with you.”

  “K, I’m stopping.” She held out her hand to keep the basket from hitting her. “What first?”

  “Brussels.”

  She turned to him and ewwwed.

  “You’ve never had mine,” he reminded.

  She rolled her eyes with a sigh then made a whiny sound. “I hate Brussels! What about Asparagus? I hate that too, but not as much.”

  He eyed her body. “I could use Asparagus.”

  “Use?” She walked back to him and got close enough to whisper. “What are you planning to do with this produce Daniel?”

  He looked down into her upturned face and seemed to be brainstorming ideas. “Following my beautiful therapist’s advice.”

  Sofia’s heart raced as she eyed the tic in his jaw that said he wanted to follow that advice right now.

  “I can see you’re going to have a hard time doing this shopping thing.”

  He held her gaze. “A very. Very hard time.”

  The entire shopping was one huge erotic session. He taught her all about produce, how to handle it, what was so awesome about each fruit and vegetable, what he’d like to do to her with it. And this accompanied with intermittent whispers like: Are you wet? And: I can see your beautiful nipples. Or: My cock is so hard for you. But it was the I’m going to tie you up in the kitchen and let you play doctor when we get home… that made her wish they’d hurry up and finish already.

  “Sofia?”

  Sofia turned in the checkout line toward the deep masculine voice. She found herself staring at a six foot sandy blond hunk with forest green eyes, a rugged handsomeness, and a body to swoon for.

  He grinned with perfect teeth. “Eleventh grade? Romeo and Juliet?”

  She sucked in a breath. “Ohhh my gosh, Jason?”

  He broke out in a deep laugh, sounding or looking nothing like the pretty boy man she’d been in love with in high school, so much that it was thought scattering. “Love is heavy and light, hot and cold, sick and healthy, asleep and awake…it’s everything except what it is.”

  Sofia recited the last line with him and they both laughed. “Act one, scene one! Wow, you remember.”

  “We practiced long enough, it’s forgetting that’s proving to be impossible. You look amazing,” he said, not bothering to hide he meant the hot kind of amazing. He suddenly regarded Daniel and extended his hand for a shake. “Hey man, how’s it going.”

  Daniel shook it. “Good. Real good.”

  “Oh heck,” Sofia said, “This is Daniel…a good friend of mine.” Shit, what else was she supposed to call him! For some reason she cringed inside at the pathetic relationship status. “And this is Jason, a friend from high school. As you’ve probably gathered by now.” Gaspy laugh.

  She turned to Jason feeling completely awkward. “Sooo, what do you do now?”

  “Put out fires.”

  “Oh! A fireman?”

  He smiled sheepishly, cute left dimple showing. “Every boy’s child hood dream.”

  “That’s fantastic.” My God, if he didn’t look exactly like one of the men in the pictures her friends posted in the group under INFERNO STUDS.

  “What about you, where has life taken you?” he asked, eyes smiling.

  “Oh, well… I… I plan to hopefully open a bakery.” She nodded. “I take care of my grandmother right now.”

  “Really, that’s sweet. The bakery and the grandmother thing, I mean.” He flicked a gaze at Daniel. “I don’t want to intrude on anything, but…I’d like to keep in touch. I mean unless you two are…”

  Sofia held her breath and looked at Daniel. “She’s available.”

  Pain stabbed her chest at his dismissive tone. Like she was no more than an item in the buggy to him. She looked at Jason and realized she’d failed to hide how much it’d hurt.

  “Good,” Jason said, the word a low timbre as he locked eyes with her, seeming to want to say something to make it better.

  “Do you have a cell phone?” Sofia asked. “I can give you my number.”

  He pulled it out of his back pocket and turned it on. “Go.”

  Sofia recited her number and smiled when he gave her a you’ve made my day thank you.

  Anger stung in her nose and pricked her skin. “It was so nice to see you. Really,” she said. “And I forgot to say you look amazing.”

  He grinned and lowered his head a little. “Yeah, I try to keep fit and eat my Wheaties.”

  The remaining fifteen minutes in the store was excruciatingly awkward. As was the ride back, until Daniel broke the silence with, “I think you forgot to mention him.”

  She knew what he meant and she was still so fucking pissed at how he’d dismissed her. “He wasn’t a boyfriend.”

  “I don’t know, he was your Romeo.” Mock lilted his tone.

  “He was a Romeo, not mine.”

  “You sound disappointed.”

  “I used to be.”

  “Because?”

  Sofia snorted a light laugh, staring at the familiar houses in their neighborhood. “Everybody wanted him.”

  “Did you have him?
”

  “Did I mention him in my boyfriend’s list?”

  He pulled into the driveway and put the car in park. “No. No, you didn’t mention Romeo.”

  “Because he wasn’t a boyfriend.”

  He took her hand and brought it to his lips and kissed it. “I’m sorry. You’re right. Guess I’m…I was caught off guard. That’s all.” He kissed her fingers, his warm breath making her forget what they were even talking about, reminding her of what he’d planned to do when they got home. Did he still want to? As though he read her mind he whispered against her fingers, “Will you still let me pleasure you?” He turned his gaze toward her, keeping his lips on her skin. “Please?”

  That was a check mate. “Yes,” she whispered, desire croaking the word.

  ****

  Daniel struggled to hide his rage. A rage that made little sense. He fought for justification, anything to make it okay. He didn’t know enough. And he would wait till she was nice and tied up before he pushed the issue further. But he was surely pushing it. To the nitty gritty end. Like a good friend should.

  Sofia insisted on bathing before therapy. That was perfect, he’d get everything ready. She came into the kitchen after and Daniel’s breath snagged in his chest. She wore one of his button up shirts. Unbuttoned. God, she was breathtaking. He needed to tie her up quick before he got too excited. Or thought about that prick at the store for too long.

  “Come here,” he said, his tone firm.

  She walked over, sneaking a glance at the counter full of produce before bravely meeting his gaze. Sweet Sofia. So untainted. So willing to give herself.

  She stopped before him and he let his gaze lower over her while she stood there like a good girl. He slid the shirt open slowly, revealing both her breasts. “You’re nipples are very hard.” He rolled his gaze back up to her face. She was so hot already. And nervous. And she really should be.

  He went stand behind the chair of his choice. “Sit.” The small high back chair would give him easy access to her after he tied her legs open.

  She sat.

  “I want you naked.”

  She sat there and stared up at him. Not moving. “You didn’t say the magic word,” she whispered.

  Daniel stared at her and reached for the hem of his t-shirt. “Sofia.”

  She devoured his body with her blue gaze, her full lips parting with open hunger. She slid out of the shirt, her movements slow…seductive. She held the shirt out next to her, then dropped it on the floor.

  “Open your legs.” He slowly raised his gaze from her sex, to her eyes. “Sofia,” he added in a hungry whisper.

  It was more than she could handle. Her cheeks turned pink and she lowered her eyes. Then her legs opened slowly.

  “Sit at the edge of the chair. Sofia.”

  She slowly scooted till she perched on the edge.

  “Grab hold of the back of the chair.”

  She looked up at him and reached behind her, wrapping her hands around the outer edge of the chair back. The position jutted her tits just the way he imagined.

  “What about…a safe word?”

  Daniel paused in tying her second leg with the broad black silk strap, hiding his smile. “A safe word?”

  “Yeah…a word I say if…if I get scared or want to stop. When I say it, you…stop?”

  He knelt before her, hands on her thighs, meeting her timid gaze. “Okay. What is your safe word?”

  She licked her lips and it was soon clear to him she hadn’t thought of one. “Jesus,” she whispered.

  His brows raised. “Jesus?” She was fucking priceless.

  She nodded. “It’s…pretty safe. Don’t you think?”

  He grinned and lowered his head, loving how she thought she could just wing anything. “It’s perfect.”

  Daniel finished tying her, asking if the restraints were too tight as he went. When he was done, he stood behind her, clenching his eyes. The anticipation alone was pure ecstasy. He gripped the chair back as the barbaric needs swept through him. To make her scream and beg.

  He came around and knelt before her, taking in the final result up close. He leaned in and drew a slow breath through his nose, letting the smell of her sex fill him while staring at her hard nipples inches away. Her perky breasts jutted toward him, and the nipples begged sweetly.

  He allowed himself to taste them, feel them with his tongue and lips in lazy motions. His cock strained painfully as he brushed his lips all over the fat buds then opening his mouth wide and sucking as much of her as he could get.

  “You like that, Sofia?” He lifted his head and met her gaze head on, his fingers gliding like a breath over her open sex. She whimpered and held his hot stare. He barely stroked over her swollen clit and she bit her lower lip and drew her brows together. “You want more.”

  She nodded.

  He stroked her inner thighs with eager fingers. “You look very pretty spread wide like this.” He squeezed her nipple between his fingers until her mouth opened with gasps. “Your pussy is delicate. So perfect for sucking and licking.” She added a little cry to her gasps. “I love watching you when you’re hot.”

  He teased her this way for a minute more then leaned into her ear. “Bright…and dark.” He pressed his lips into her temple then removed his touch from her. He remained still until her eyes fluttered open and she asked, “What…does that mean?”

  “Romeo and Juliet,” he whispered, holding her liquid gaze. “Your Jason missed some of his lines.”

  She tensed up, a frown forming on her forehead as she stared at him for several seconds. “He’s not… my Jason.”

  Daniel slid his hands along her outer thighs, thinking how good they looked while on her. “Do you like him?”

  “No. Liked. As in past tense, Daniel…”

  “But you gave him your phone number.” He watched next how amazing his hands looked on her waist.

  “Daniel.”

  He paused and placed his hands on her knees. “What?” His tone caressed.

  “Why are you doing this now?”

  Chapter Twelve

  Sofia stared at him, her heart racing. Here she was tied up by a sick man who was now asking her jealous boyfriend questions. Not good.

  “I’m just curious, Sofia.”

  Bullshit. He was more than curious. “Okay. Ask your questions until your satisfied, then.”

  He studied her face briefly. “Why did you like him?”

  “Everybody liked him.”

  “You Sofia. Why did you like him.”

  “Because…” shit. She chewed her lip briefly. Fuck it. “Because he was cute and I liked cute guys.”

  “Did he like you?”

  “No. I was nobody.”

  “You were Juliet.”

  Her retort froze in her mouth.

  “He seemed quite fond of the memory…of your memory. Did you do anything with him?”

  She chewed her lower lip again. “We kissed. Once.”

  Daniel stood and raked his hand through his hair. Shit, not a good sign. “What kind of kiss.”

  She watched him pace and forced the words, the truth. “A French kiss.”

  “How old were you.” His voice was hard.

  “Seventeen.”

  “Fffffuck.”

  “Daniel…it was a long time ago.”

  “Did you like it?”

  She swallowed. “Daniel. Untie me please.”

  “Did. You. Like it.”

  She stared up at him, trying to be tough and not show how scared she was. “Yes.”

  He held her gaze, his handsome face so tormented now. Sofia felt like a freak show, naked and wide open. “Why did you give him your number?”

  Anger stiffened her spine. “Because I was so available, thanks to you.”

  He pursed his lips and lowered his head. “Was I supposed to say I was your boyfriend?”

  He asked that so damn sincerely. “I don’t know Daniel. You’ve eaten my pussy, you’ve fucked me, but you hav
e yet to kiss me…I’d say that pretty much qualifies as a boyfriend, at least in my book.”

  “He’s kissed you, does that make him…”

  “No. It doesn’t. It was one kiss.”

  “That you liked. And if he’d wanted more, which he clearly does now, you would certainly like that. And now he has your phone number.” Daniel paced, running his hand through his hair again.

  “I gave it to him because you offered me up like a piece of pie instead of…”

  He stopped and looked at her, waiting.

  “Instead of…” She grit her teeth, unable to say it.

  “Instead of what?”

  “Instead of treating me like I’m somebody to you. Un. Tie. Me.” The pain of what he’d done cut fresh and her voice quivered from it.

  Two strides and Daniel was on his knees before her. His arms went around her waist and he pressed his face into her jutting breasts. “I’m sorry Sofia,” he whispered. “I can’t untie you, not yet. I need you.” His lips found her nipple, sucking and tugging gently. “I need to make you scream my name.” He moved to the other breasts and did the exact same. “I need you to beg.” His fingers were at her sex again, stroking softly before he slid one inside her deep. “Beg me to fuck you.” He flicked her g-spot rapidly and she gasped and let her head fall back. “Beg me to fuck you so good and hard, Sofia.”

  She forgot all about her fear and anger when he buried his mouth right on her pussy and kissed it with a slow tenderness, his tongue gliding in and out of her, licking her clit with lazy circles. She watched him between her legs, watched his lips buried in her folds, watched him suck one petal, then the other before brushing his mouth side to side, feeling her lips with his. She croaked out his name and he groaned, his kiss on her privates turning passionate with hungry sounds. He sucked her clit into his mouth and her body bucked. “Oh Jesus,” she cried. “Shit, not Jesus.” She pumped her hips and moaned, “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.” She was desperate for the fire he built so perfectly.

  ****

  Daniel was losing control. But not in the way he’d expected. Sofia orgasmed so beautifully on his mouth but it felt all wrong. Incomplete. He needed to touch her. No, fuck, he needed her to touch him, he realized. His hands trembled as he untied her. As soon as she was free, she lunged up and embraced him. He caught her and helped her climb onto his waist. “I need you Daniel.”