Dominating Victoria

by Kitty DuCane

  Hayden bent and licked her neck. “You're mine.” He growled. “You belong to me and only me.” Then he bit her as his release followed. She felt his hot semen spurt into her with every thrust. She thought she heard a growl, but decided she must be mistaken.

  * * * * *

  “Spend the day with me?”

  She was on her back beside Hayden, his heavy leg draped across her thighs. He fingered a lock of her hair he'd curled around his finger.

  “I promise not to ask your name or anything about your mission.”

  “Why?” she asked.

  “Because I want to spend time with you. Shove all this mess out of the way and just be together.”

  “Like a date?” He wanted to date her? Not just fuck her?

  “Yes. A date. Is that so hard to believe?”

  Yeah, it was.

  That wasn't what this relationship was about. It was about outwitting each other during the day and fucking at night. It was cut-and-dried. Roles defined. She was used to one-night stands, and this relationship they had was only a series of one-night stands.

  “I don't know,” she said. “It will feel kind of weird.”

  “Well, how can I make it unweird?”

  Victoria searched his face for answers but found none. She'd actually have to behave herself, tone it down a notch. She wouldn't know how to act. She usually picked up guys in clubs or met them at a hotel for sex. She didn't remember any of their names and barely remembered their faces. Conversation was usually limited. What Hayden proposed would go way beyond anything she'd ever done before.

  Hayden rolled on top of her and cupped her face in his hands. “I want to be with you. I want to know if you like vanilla or chocolate. Burgers or hot dogs. Baseball or football. Cream and sugar or black.”

  Her heart stilled. He was serious. “Chocolate, burgers, baseball, black,” she answered, then held her breath.

  No one had ever asked her what she liked or disliked. She was always too busy training. Training kept her focused. Getting too close to someone kept her off balance.

  “Good. I have tickets to the Marlins' game this afternoon. We'll stop by your place and pick up some shorts for you. Cargo pants aren't allowed.” He grinned. “I know this for a fact.”

  Was he trying to find out where she lived, or was he merely trying to make their date comfortable for her? Either way, it was a problem. She didn't own any shorts, only cargo pants. And there was no way in hell she was taking him to the shelter. Luckily for her, she'd gotten some cash from one of the bus-station lockers.

  She put on her poker face and prayed she could pull off the lie. “Let's go buy me some clothes. It will be quicker.”

  He studied her face a moment. “Okay.”

  He either believed her, which she didn't believe, or he was staying true to his word and wasn't going to question her. A twinge of guilt eased over her. Well, it was partly true. It would be quicker.

  He placed a big, wet kiss on her lips and then rolled off her onto his back. “Go take a shower, or we'll never get out of this bed today.”

  She grinned as she eyed his erection. She could look at his body for hours. He was built like a god, massive chest, narrow hips, and washboard abs. She rolled toward him and grabbed his cock. She kissed his mouth as her hand did a slow slide over his member. “You're right,” she said. “I need to take a shower.”

  He laughed and cradled her face in his hands. Something flitted across his face, and then it was gone. “You're a tease,” he finally said.

  “Uh-huh.”

  His hand found her nipple, and he gave it a hard squeeze.

  “And you're horny.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Then slick me up and ride me.” He placed his hands behind his head.

  She grinned as she groped the nightstand for the lube. She filled her hand with gel and then slowly coated his rod. It jumped in her hand, and his stomach muscles contracted as she worked him. She pumped him hard, twice, and then slowed her hand.

  “Now, sugar.”

  She smiled. Control. She had had some control over him, and that pleased her a great deal. He wanted her as much as she wanted him. She straddled his hips and eased herself down. Slowly. She watched his face as she took him inch by inch; his eyes lowered to half-mast. His hips flexed, and she wiggled down some more. She wanted him wild for her, unable to do anything but seek his release. She rose slowly, slid back down, and noted his sharp intake of breath. She did it again, but slower still.

  His face said it all; he didn't want it slow, he wanted it fast. She shifted forward and slid up and down again.

  “You're killing me.”

  She grinned. “Not fast enough for you?”

  He shook his head as his hips rose to meet her slide. She feathered the backsides of her fingers over his taut belly. She wanted to see his abs bunch when he came; she wanted to see the pleasure on his face. He stilled, and then she felt his cock jump inside her. She returned the favor by squeezing her muscles around him.

  “Please, sugar. I'm begging.”

  She pouted. “I don't know. I don't think you're sincere with your begging.”

  “Oh, this is begging. My other option is to roll you over, pin you to the bed, and have my way with you.”

  “No. You can't use your superior strength over me.”

  He pulsed against her. “That's why I'm begging.” He pulsed again. “Get your butt plug.”

  Her brow hitched, but she did as he asked.

  “Now lube it up.”

  She applied a generous amount.

  “Lean down and put it in.”

  She lay on his warm chest and reached behind her, found her anus, and slid it in. He heard her breath catch as a shiver rolled through her. Then her pussy contracted around him.

  “Now sit up straight up and be very still.”

  She did as he said as he grabbed the remote. Her hips were straight now so that his cock was about a third of the way out.

  “Don't move. I want to feel your butt plug against my cock.”

  He pressed the On button and watched her face as the sensations vibrated against her anus. He felt the vibrations against his cock as well. Damn, but he liked the sensation. “Sit up straighter. I want to feel the vibrations under the head.”

  He clenched his teeth together as she did as he said, and the sensations pulsed against his glans. Her tight, warm channel pulsed too. God, she felt so good.

  Her head rolled back, and she touched the bite mark on her neck. The one Hayden had given her when he bit her last night. Her other hand found her clit, and her hips jerked. Her hand ground against her clit as her hips flexed and her belly contracted.

  “Ride me hard, sugar.”

  She opened her eyes briefly before they closed again as she slammed down hard on him. He watched her hair bounce as she rode him, and her hand rode her clit. He resisted grabbing her and pounding into her. He was going to let her work him, milk him.

  He felt her muscles contract around his cock, and she threw her head back. Her hair danced, her hips bucked as she ground against him and her hand. God, he could watch her come a million times, and it wouldn't be enough.

  She kept riding him, her gaze locked with his. She leaned forward, still rocking against him, and captured his nipple.

  “Bite me,” he said.

  She licked his bud before she took it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue over it, and then she sank her teeth into flesh.

  Pain mixed with pleasure soared through him. He couldn't stop himself from slamming his hips into her hers as his orgasm exploded like hot, molten lava.

  He relaxed as his body shivered with little aftershocks, the plug still vibrating against his member. He smiled. She was definitely his equal.

  * * * * *

  It was Saturday afternoon, and she was on a date at a Marlins baseball game. A week ago, if someone had told her she'd be on a date, she'd have declared them insane. Sure, she'd had a normal childhood, with dance classes
that she hated and Girl Scouts that she hated only because of the crafts they had to do. Piano was a disaster, but she had liked the gymnastics and softball.

  And when they hadn't been trekking through the forest on some training mission, she'd loved sitting with her dad and watching sports when they were home. But she'd never been to a real game, and it was fantastic. Hayden had bought her a Marlins cap, so she looked like she belonged here, even if she didn't really feel like she did.

  Being with Hayden on a date was easier than she'd imagined. Once or twice, she'd felt compelled to tell him about her life, but she'd stopped herself. She couldn't do that. The less he knew about her, the better off he'd be.

  Chapter Ten

  The bag-lady disguise worked great for surveillance, as most of Manuel and Julio's property was on the rim of the city. She had three disguises that she rotated when she was on recon. A shopping cart was a great place to hide her weapons, especially her dad's rifle, since Hayden still had hers. She'd leave a note to Hayden and tell him to sell it and donate the money to charity. She wouldn't need it in hell, and hell was coming up fast.

  She winced at the pain that shot through her arm. It hurt like a son of a bitch. Who knew that being shot was so painful? She'd had cracked ribs and lacerations, but damn, this hurt. A definite lapse in training.

  She had plenty of time on her hands to think, and all her thinking was about Hayden. Her womb quaked every time thoughts of him eased their way into her mind. She remembered how his naked cock felt wonderful inside her and was glad that she was on the pill. She took the pill to shut down her period, because being on the rag during a mission was the pits.

  She closed her mind on Hayden and focused herself on her mission. Manuel's routine was simple. In by eight in the morning, lunch brought in, golf at two, pick out tonight's female entertainment, and then home for the evening.

  Victoria glanced down at today's disguise. Her blonde wig, colored contacts, and short skirt got her into the members-only clubhouse. Bag lady in the morning, uptown hooker in the afternoon. She smiled. Gotta love it.

  Julio and Manuel both picked up a different girl every day, and that was going to be their ticket to death. And today was the day to make her move. Julio had left early with his pick, and Manuel hadn't decided yet from the two bimbos drooling over him. Victoria's stomach churned. Suck it up. She might hate Manuel, but she'd have to put on a star performance and hope she didn't barf.

  She applied more whore red lipstick, stood, and sashayed herself over to Manuel's table. She could barely contain her laughter at her twitching butt. She wasn't a girlie-girl; she was all tomboy, and the twitching thing took some concentration on the three-inch killer heels from hell. Where were her boots when she needed them?

  She stopped in front of Manuel's table, cocked her hip out, and raised her eyebrows. Two of Manuel's men immediately flanked her, and one grabbed her purse.

  “I don't like your dogs pawing in my personal things.” She spoke casually, forcing an air of confidence that she was finding to be a little shaky.

  Manuel took a swallow of wine. “What did you expect? You have a threatening…stance about you.”

  “It's called determination, sweetie.”

  He nodded. “I see. And what are you determined to get?”

  “A drink, for starters.”

  “As you can see, I already have companionship.”

  She shrugged. “Suit yourself.” She snatched her purse from the dog, turned to leave, and was stopped by the other dog.

  She glanced at the hand on her arm, resting inches below her wound, and then slid her gaze to Manuel.

  He spoke to the two women clinging to him. “Good day, ladies. Your companionship is no longer required.”

  The two got up, their eyes spitting daggers, and she glared back. She slid in beside Manuel so that her wounded arm was between them. That way, if he draped his arm around her and she managed not to puke, he wouldn't feel the bandage.

  “What's your name?” he asked.

  “Chastity.” Her code name. Big deal. She'd never need it after tonight.

  He smiled. “I hope that name doesn't suit you.”

  “It doesn't. But it's always good for a laugh or two.”

  “I'll bet it is.”

  “So, you gonna buy me a drink or not?”

  “Sure, what is your pleasure?”

  “How about a screaming orgasm?” Or maybe kill you?

  He smiled, showing her his perfect white teeth. “Do you even know what's in that drink?”

  A test. She loved tests. “Of course I do. Bailey's Irish Cream, Kahlua, and vodka.”

  He nodded for one of his dogs to fetch her drink.

  “He'd better not drool in it,” she said.

  “You have a nasty disposition, Chastity. So what do you really want from me?”

  Her body revolted at being so close to a monster. Her hate threatened to overpower her brain. She need to stay calm, focused, not whip out a knife and slit his throat. “It's not what I want that matters. It's what you want.”

  “What if I told you that I like it rough?”

  “I can give you rough.”

  He threw his head back and roared with laughter. “I meant that I like to give rough.”

  “I knew what you meant. That's fine.” But we're never going to get that far.

  “And what do you get in return?” he asked.

  “A bunch of bruises and one thousand dollars.”

  “My, that's expensive.”

  “Yeah.” She rubbed her finger on his chin. “Tell me. Do you want me in a black bustier complete with a garter and thigh-highs, or do you have another preference?”

  His eyes narrowed, and he swallowed hard. “Black would be nice on your delicate skin.”

  Yeah, men were always suckers for fancy lingerie.

  She sucked in a deep breath before she reached under the table, grabbed his penis through his trousers, and gave it a hard squeeze. She swallowed the bile rising in her throat. His cock was hard, but small compared to…

  “I see we both have a need,” she managed to say.

  And I need to throw up.

  “The only need you're gonna fill, sugar, is the need to be in jail for solicitation.”

  Dread filled her right down to her bones. She slowly turned her gaze from Manuel and locked her eyes on Hayden. Shit. Damn and double fuck. She removed her hand. “Friend of yours?” she asked Manuel.

  “Definitely not.”

  “Come on, sugar. I'm running you in for prostitution.” Hayden motioned to her with his fingers, fingers she wanted to bite off.

  She looked at Manuel. “You're a cop?”

  Manuel raised his hands. “Not me. I hate them.”

  She noted Hayden's stiff stance and angry expression, along with the partner who stood behind him.

  “Listen, Mister. If you want some of this, you'll have to wait your turn. But don't worry.” She smiled her best slutty smile at Hayden. “I'll make it good for you.”

  “I'm sure you will, sugar.” His endearment for her slid over her like silk and lace, and she cursed. Damn, but she loved his drawl.

  Hayden pulled his cuffs out. “Now haul your ass over here.”

  She knew Hayden enough to know that he would physically snatch her butt from behind the table if she didn't cooperate.

  She scooted to the end and stood. “You just cost me one grand.”

  “You need to keep your mouth shut,” he said, his voice no-nonsense. “Everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.”

  “You bastard.” And then she drove the heel of her killer shoe right into Hayden's instep.

  * * * * *

  Her heel dug in at his ankle and continued shredding skin on the way down. But that pain wasn't anything compared to seeing her dressed like a whore with her hands on Manuel's cock. He was a hairbreadth away from doing the dirty work for her and killing Manuel right where he sat. His anger raged. His wolf raged. Didn't she kn
ow that she was bound to him? He'd bit her during the mating ritual, for Christ's sake. To touch another man after such an act of bonding was forbidden. In fact, she should have been violently ill instead of sitting here trying to get into Manuel's pants.

  “We'll add assault on an officer,” said Hayden's partner.

  She looked at Hayden's partner. “If you'll loan me your weapon, you can add murder to the charges.”

  “And communicating threats,” said the man.

  “Sugar,” said Hayden, his teeth clenched. “You're digging a hole you can't get out of.” He turned her around and cuffed her hands, then laid a hand on her arm. His thumb swirled over her skin, and instantly, just like that, she wanted to lean into him.

  She shook her head to get back into the game. She smiled a lazy-cat smile. “I've never been in a hole that I didn't get out of, and that includes yo—this one.”

  Hayden was past listening to her saucy mouth. All he wanted to do was kiss it and stop it from flapping insults.

  He hauled her out to the truck and all but shoved her into the back. He buckled her in and couldn't help but take a big whiff as he leaned across her. Irritation, borderline hate, all woman, his woman.

  He drove in silence to the station and whipped into the no-parking zone. He looked across at his partner, Wayne. “Get out.”

  Wayne's eyes grew big as saucers. “What? You're not going to book her?”

  “No.”

  “And why not?”

  Hayden stared hard at the man he had worked with for eight years. “This is personal.”

  “I see.” Wayne sighed but opened the door. “I hope the hell you know what you're doing.”

  * * * * *

  “Listed, bud,” Victoria appealed from the backseat. “Do not let him take me. You need to demand that I be booked for prostitution.”

  Wayne turned and looked at her, confusion evident in his face. “What woman wants to be booked instead of going home with the stud?”

  She sneered. “Stud?”

  “Yeah. He's the stud of the department. He's had three women at one time and wore them all out. You'd be in for the ride of your life.” Wayne shook his head, clearly perplexed. “But instead, you're asking to be booked.”