For that brief moment, she popped out of role-playing. What does he think? Does he find me sexy? Am I pretty enough? Why did she care? She’d never once wondered about her sex-play partners. But this stranger—this alluring, breathtaking man—was different.
When he kissed her bare shoulder, she trembled in anticipation.
“Touch my cock.” His deep voice, coupled with that commanding tone, sent zings of energy straight to her pussy.
As she caressed his thick, hard shaft, wetness trickled out and she thumbed the head with its juices.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he bit out.
She wanted him to throw her on the bed and take her. Being with him was the ultimate escape, but also the ultimate illusion.
Through the silky bra, he caressed her breast, then lowered his face to bite her other nipple through the thin material. She cried out. A few tender strokes to her swollen clit and she’d come undone, shattering into a million pieces.
“I like that,” she murmured, but her voice didn’t sound like hers. It came out in a whoosh of breath, raw and unfiltered.
He slid the straps over her shoulders and with one flick of his hand, unhooked the bra. The garment fell away, exposing her breasts. Though her jagged breath came fast, his remained slow and controlled.
His gravelly groan ripped through her and she fought the urge to drop to her knees and suck him. Even in her heightened erotic state, she would never break that rule. His cock, thick and hard, strained against her soft touch.
His mouth found her nipple and, while he sucked and bit her sensitive flesh, he snaked his arm around her ass and pulled her close. Then he laved and nibbled the other. Whimpering, she rolled her head back, exposing her neck. Pleasure cascaded down her like a waterfall and she bathed in it.
And then, he stepped away. Her eyes flew open, her hand dropped, and she wondered if she’d done something wrong.
“Get in bed,” he said. “Lie on your back. I’m going to fuck you.”
Relief washed over her and she gave him a saucy grin. “Hard, I hope.”
“Very hard.”
Yes. Pivoting slowly, she sashayed to the sleigh bed. Crawling in, she remained on all fours. He ran his hand over her round ass, then slapped it. She yelped. “So good.”
“Naughty Electra. Picking up a stranger in a hotel bar. I’m going to enjoy driving myself inside you.”
“Me, too.”
“Fuck,” he growled as he cupped her sex. “You’re dripping wet. I bet you taste so damn good.”
A moan shot from her throat at the thought of him eating her. “Finger-fuck me.”
“No, you’ll come,” he said as he caressed her bottom. “It’s too soon. You need to wait for it.”
A thrill ran through her. Who is this man? My deliciously sinful addiction.
She lay down on her back and shot him a smirk. One by one he placed nipple clamps, a black leather flogger, his tie, and a three-pack of condoms on the purple satin sheet.
When he straddled her, his cock stood erect and proud. “Arms over your head, wrists together.”
After complying, she studied his face while he bound her with his silk tie. Though desire flamed in his eyes, his touch was gentle. And suddenly, she was back to wondering who he was and what he looked like without the mask. Blinking rapidly, she pushed away the intimate thought and focused on the reason she was there. Sex with a stranger.
Eyeing his long, thick erection, she couldn’t wait for him to bury himself deep inside her until he fucked her sore. Pain kept things real…and in perspective.
His every stroke, his every caress heightened her state of anticipation until she begged him to relieve her suffering. Each time his fingers reached the apex between her legs, they brushed the edge of her unshaven pussy. Squirming and panting, she clamped down on her lower lip hoping the pain would slow the build. “Your long, sexy legs stay unbound so you can wrap them around my back while I fuck you into tomorrow.”
First with his fingertips, then with the leather strands of the leather flogger, he caressed her breasts and stomach. Back and forth over her sensitive skin until her breathing became erratic and her coos and whimpers thundered in her ears. And when he attached the nipple clamps, she cried out.
“Pleasure and pain.” His husky voice rumbled through her. “You control how much of each you receive. Your words guide my actions. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she said, steadying her breathing to help manage the pain.
After rolling on a condom, he slipped on a cock ring that featured a pleasure nib for her, but didn’t enter her. He ran his fingers over her smooth sex, then slid two fingers inside. “A beautiful woman inside and out.” He thrust, slowly, sending euphoric shock waves pounding through her. Unable to hold still, she writhed on the bed fighting against the release.
“Fuck. Me. Now.” She bent her legs.
“You dictate my pace,” he said, planking over her.
When he plunged inside, she arched and cried out, the intensity of that initial thrust sending waves of pleasure through her tight core. “Hard and fast.”
Again and again he slammed into her, the clit stimulator on the ring titillating her sensitive pearl. With every move, the nipple clips sent delicious pain straight to her sex.
Intoxicated from all the feels, her eyes rolled back in her head. She didn’t want to block him out, she wanted to watch him watching her, but she couldn’t keep them open.
The heightened pleasure of his thick cock expanded her insides. The musky smell of his skin and the raw sounds he made as he moved over her had her speeding toward orgasm.
He must have felt her tightening around him because he stilled. Frustration crashed through her. Was he going to deny her this release?
While supporting his weight with one hand, he removed the nipple clamps. Again, she whimpered, this time from sheer relief. With his mouth over one nipple, then the other, he laved her nibs with his warm tongue. When finished, he said, “Wrap your legs around my back.”
She did as instructed and he stared into her eyes. A darkness fell over his handsome face. “You come when I give you permission. Do you understand?”
Mesmerized by his need to control her, she nodded her agreement.
“I’m going to fuck you slowly for my pleasure. If you start to come without telling me, I’m going to punish you. Is that clear?”
“Very. And what about you?” she asked.
“Ladies first.”
A brief smile crossed her lips. Ready to begin again, she arched into him. He rewarded her by moving inside her. Supporting his weight on one arm, he slid his other beneath the small of her back and continued to thrust slowly. Each time he rubbed the cock ring over her clit, she moaned. The way he suckled her nipples had her bucking beneath him, but when she tightened her legs around his back, he let out a long, luxurious groan.
“You’re going to squeeze the orgasm out of me,” he ground out. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
Just hearing his throaty voice and knowing she could bring him the ultimate pleasure, triggered the start of her release, low and deep in her belly. Between pants and cries, she fought against the urge to close her eyes. She wanted to watch him while she came. He slipped his large hand beneath her ass, pulled her even closer and thrust fast—but not deep. The cock ring teased her clit and she imagined his tongue licking her folds and penetrating her core. As she gazed at him, the orgasm tore through her with such intensity she couldn’t see, couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Crying out, she stared into the eyes of the sexiest kink partner she’d ever been with. While convulsing and shuddering beneath him, the only thing she missed was his mouth on hers and their tongues tangling in an erotic dance of their own.
When finished, she relaxed into the mattress, boneless.
He withdrew so quickly she winced. “You didn’t tell me you were coming, Electra. I’m going to punish you while I come inside you. Roll over.”
The incendiary look in his eyes sent a
rush of heat through her. His unexpected aggression aroused her. She could understand the sting from a crop or the pinch of a nipple clamp. But she’d never made peace with the heartache of abandonment. She didn’t want a man’s love. Love hurt in a way that fucking never did. Fucking was a reliable way to quiet the hedonistic monster that lived inside her.
With her wrists still bound, she rolled onto her knees and presented her ass to him. To her surprise, he kissed her back so tenderly emotion tugged at her heart and she closed her eyes to block it out. With his lips pressed to her skin, he whispered, “You are beyond breathtaking.”
She didn’t know what to say or how to react. His kind nature seemed out of context. Did his true nature accidentally slip out?
With a soft caress between her legs, he found her opening. The head of his penis replaced his fingers and he slipped back inside but without the cock ring. Slowly he began thrusting until he reached her end. And then, whack! He smacked her bottom, the sting shocking her back to reality.
“Yeah, baby, you feel good. Now I’m going to fuck you my way.”
As he thrust faster, his soft kiss and gentle caress became a mirage in her rear view mirror. She’d not felt a man’s tender touch in a long, long time. Eleven years to be exact. The farther west the plane had flown, the harder she’d forced herself to forget. By the time she’d landed on California soil, she’d convinced herself that she no longer cared. But in her heart of hearts, she knew the truth. Neither time nor distance could sever true love.
Another sharp sting of his hand on her ass smacked her back to the present. But he caressed her skin to soothe the sting. With firm hands on her hips, he thrust hard. Again and again. “Fuck,” he growled.
Even though he was taking her for his own pleasure, the strength in which he gripped her hips and controlled her movement aroused the hell out of her. Between moans, she inhaled the thick aroma of sex. She craved his hard fucking, his commands, and his punishments. Her erotic stranger doled out so much glorious pain. But his relentless fucking didn’t feel like a scolding.
“Yeah,” he said and went balls deep.
Moaning through his orgasm, he shuddered as her core clenched around him and she came again, relishing in the ecstasy that replaced her never-ending loneliness.
7
The Shocking Truth
No one would guess Crockett was running on two hours of sleep, having returned home after three in the morning. Normally he’d be dragging, especially after a full day at work. But he was energized, thanks to Electra—his very seductive and addictive kink partner.
But his workday wasn’t without its frustration. He’d spent the last two hours trying to get Moth to replicate her failed flight, but like she’d done with Decker, she’d responded to his every command with flawless precision.
As he wound his way up Colton’s long driveway, his thoughts turned to Alexandra. Though Kimberly had showed him every demo tape she’d sent home over the years, he hadn’t seen her in over a decade. Not because he hadn’t tried. Alexandra was a Mitus and they were a stubborn lot.
He parked in the driveway, cut the engine. Carrying a bottle of champagne and a vibrant holiday bouquet, he admired the lit wreaths hanging from the windows of Colton’s beautiful Great Falls mansion as he headed toward the front door. Time to celebrate his best friend’s engagement. Smile. Show time.
The therapist who had counseled his family after his sister’s abduction had explained that there would be times when they’d have to act as if. As if they were happy, as if they gave a damn, as if life mattered. She taught them constructive ways to release their anger so they wouldn’t take it out on some numbskull who cut them off in traffic, or a spouse during a disagreement, or a coworker who needed mentoring and not a harsh reprimand. He and his parents had stuck with therapy for a year, but when it became apparent Sophia wouldn’t be found anytime soon, they stopped going. Managing their anger and frustration became their new norm while they limped forward a broken family. In the end, martial arts had saved Crockett. No one got hurt when he beat the hell out of a punching bag.
On occasion, something would make him happy. Fleeting, yes, but real. Those moments were not without conflict. How could he feel joy when his little sister’s whereabouts were still unknown? How dare he have fun when she could be buried in some shallow grave after meeting a horrific death, or in some third-world country serving some drug lord? And even though he could hear her sweet voice telling him that she’d want him to be happy for her sake, the frustration that lived in the pit of his stomach never left. He’d feel joy the day Sophia returned safely home and not one day sooner.
Tonight, however, he’d get to see Alexandra. My Goth Girl. Eleven years ago, he’d ended their relationship with a heavy heart. For her sake. Hoping they could start anew, he rang the doorbell, then let himself into the foyer, thick with people. “Merry Christmas!”
Colton slapped him on the back. “Glad you could make it.” With a smile, he added, “You look good, bro. Showering helps.”
Best friends since their freshman year at Harvard, the two men couldn’t be more different. Colton had long, wild hair while Crockett kept his short. Colton had found his way to kink years ago and that seemed to quiet his raging soul. Crockett released his aggression in the dojo. The one commonality they shared was their intense passion for business and for success. If Crockett could have chosen a brother, Colton would be that man.
Chuckling, Crockett extended the bottle of Dom Perignon. “For toasting or to share with the fiancée. Congratulations on the big news.”
“Thanks. Great vintage.” Colton grasped the bottle. “I never thought about marriage until I met Brigit. It’s all about finding the right woman. You next?”
“Hell, no.”
“For me?” Colton asked, pointing to the bouquet.
“You’re a smart ass, you know that? Where’s Brigit?”
“Consoling my sister.”
The knot between Crockett’s brows deepened. “Did something happen with your mom?”
“All things considered, Kimberly’s doing well. She’s reviewing her will.” Colton’s voice cracked and he cleared his throat. “That upset Alexandra.”
“Totally understandable. I’m sorry.”
“Thanks.” Colton threw an arm around Crockett and the two men headed toward the kitchen. “So, how often do you talk to my mom?”
“Every week.”
“No wonder she calls you her favorite.”
“Not me.” Crockett glanced around for Alexandra. “That baby sister of yours has always been her golden child.”
As Colton set the champagne on the island, Crockett said hello to the kitchen staff. Movement on the screened porch caught his eye. Alexandra and Colton’s fiancée rose from the sofa and hugged. Though the women had been sitting in the dark, he recognized Alex right away.
And he couldn’t look away.
“How long has it been since you’ve seen Alexandra?” Colton asked.
“Eleven years. She’d just graduated high school.”
The two women scooted inside. “Too cold.” Brigit’s teeth chattered and Colton pulled her close.
Crockett had liked Brigit immediately. Petite, blonde and crazy smart, she was Colton’s equal in every way that mattered. But more than that, she made him happy.
Alexandra’s eyes grew wide. “Crockett.” Her blue lips quivered.
Blood pounded through his veins. She’s gorgeous. Large, caramel eyes blinked up at him. Dark brown hair flowed over her bare shoulders. Her elegant red holiday dress showed off her womanly curves, but her breathtaking beauty captured his heart.
“Hello, Goth Girl.” As they stared into each other’s eyes, he felt like he’d come home. And eleven long years compressed into mere minutes. He remembered how her eyes sparkled when she smiled at him, or that her sweet kisses could soothe his karate injuries. And how she’d undo him with her passion.
He smiled. Her gaze slid from his eyes to his mouth, then back
into his eyes. The corners of her lips lifted. Then, a flash of anger shadowed her pretty face.
She flicked her head and squared her shoulders. Alexandra Mitus in defense mode. His heart tightened. That rigid posture had been his last image of her. Goddammit. She’s still pissed at me.
“Thanks for talking, Brigit,” she said, her attention still locked on Crockett. “Excuse me, I’m going to check on Mom.” She walked away. Before vanishing around the corner, she glanced back at him.
He grinned. Not that pissed.
Safely out of view, Alexandra heaved in a shaky breath while trying to appear nonchalant. But she was on fire. Crockett Wilde had shorted her mind. She hated the power he had over her. Always had. My god, he’s gorgeous.
From the moment she’d laid eyes on him, at fourteen, he’d rocked her world. The summer after she’d graduated high school, they’d fallen crazy in love, or so she’d thought.
Seeing him now had awakened the best memories and the worst feelings. Clearly, time had been good to Crockett Wilde. Gangly no more, his massive, sculpted body was eye candy for her lonely soul. She’d always found him handsome, but when he’d pinned her with those baby blues she knew she was in trouble. His chiseled cheekbones and strong jawline made looking away impossible. Like years ago, his undeniably sexy accent wove a ribbon around her heart.
Stop!
Pasting on a cheery smile, she bypassed Colton’s mingling guests, then scooted down the hallway in search of her mom. She’d not anticipated the depth of her emotion when coming face-to-face with Crockett. Breaking into a cold sweat, she ducked into her brother’s office, sank onto the plush sofa, and gripped the cushions until her fingers turned ghost-white.
Even though Colton and Crockett were best friends, and Crockett like a second son to her mom, she’d managed to avoid him—for years. Even Houdini would have been proud of her vanishing act. When she traveled home, Kimberly would invite Crockett to swing by. Alexandra would scramble to come up with a lame excuse as to why she’d have to leave. Once, he dropped in seemingly unannounced. As soon as she heard that Texan lilt, she’d hightailed it upstairs. Her excuse? A sudden and violent case of food poisoning. Her mother had given her a piece of her mind when he’d left. But she could not see him. The excruciating pain from their breakup had been worse than when her beloved daddy had walked out after the death of her brother, Cain. Daddy had broken her heart, but Crockett had ripped it beating from her chest and stomped it. Never, ever again.
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