Rust

by J. M. Walker

  Sweat coated her brow, her lips dry from the lack of breath I took from her very lungs.

  “Sir,” she whispered, her eyes glossing over.

  Undoing the rope from around her wrists, I curled my fingers in hers and held her hands above her head. I kissed her cheek and spread her legs wider. “Feel me fucking your beautiful cunt, pet?”

  “Yes,” she mumbled, her pupils dilating.

  “Can you taste your sweet honey on my tongue?” I licked along her bottom lip.

  She moaned. “Yes.”

  “Good.” I cupped her jaw, sliding my thumb between her lips. “Break for me, pet, and let me take you out of your head.”

  “Yes, take me away, Sir.” She groaned. “Take me far away.”

  ***

  (Creena)

  I woke a while later to Stone wrapped around me. His heavy body was on top of mine. His fingers curled in my hair, his hand cupping my breast.

  I shivered, the cool air sending goose bumps over my skin at the blankets having shifted down our bodies.

  Stone pulled me further against him, covering me with half his body. He was heavy, his legs scratchy, the stickiness of what we had shared still coating our skin. But it was perfect. It was heaven. And it was all mine.

  I shifted, the heavy weight riding on my shoulders for the past couple of days, finally lifting some.

  “Morning’, beautiful girl.” Stone kissed the back of my neck and let out a soft purr. He pulled a blanket up to my shoulders.

  I turned to face him and crushed my mouth against his.

  He groaned, deepening the kiss. When his tongue slid between my lips, I knew this was something I could wake up to every day for the rest of my life. But it was too soon. There was too much shit still going on for me to make a rash decision like that.

  “Thank you for last night,” I said, cupping his cheek and trying hard to force my feelings for him to the back of my mind.

  “No thanks needed.” He stroked a hand over my hair and kissed my nose. “How are you feeling?”

  “Better.” My heart jumped at the concern in his voice. “So much better.”

  “Good.” His eyes twinkled. “I’m glad.”

  “How did you know I needed some pain?” I asked, running my fingers over the scruff on his jaw. My gaze moved to the deep red marks on my wrists, a flush of heat spreading throughout my body.

  “I guessed.” He kissed my inner wrist. “Pain and pleasure mixing together can be highly erotic. But I knew the two senses could pull you out of your head as well.”

  “Is that how you really are? In bed?”

  “I’m however you need me to be. I can be your Dom. Your Master. Your damn slave. As long as you are happy and satisfied, that’s all I care about.”

  “You mean that, don’t you?”

  “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it. I knew you needed me to control you. I wasn’t sure how bad, that’s why I inflicted pain on you. But really, Creena” —he kissed me softly on the mouth— “you were the one who was in control the whole time.”

  “I’ve never come that hard. Not like that.” My cheeks heated, remembering my body squirting. God, even thinking it made me blush.

  “You’re blushing.” He grinned, placing a peck on my forehead. “Don’t be embarrassed. It’s natural. It’s also a huge ego boost I was able to make your body do that.”

  “Yeah?” I asked, the embarrassment simmering.

  “Fuck yes.” He kissed my neck. “Not every woman can ejaculate like that and not everyone can give them an orgasm that hard where they explode. It’s hot as fuck and I plan on making you do it over and over again.”

  “It’s so damn messy,” I purred, tilting my head to the side to give him better access to my throat. “But I loved it.”

  He chuckled. “I know you did. I still smell like you.”

  “I’ve never been into domination or submission and ... stuff, but growing up the way I did, submitting was a form of meditation in a way.”

  “Tell me about the marks on your back.”

  I sat up, ringing my hands in my lap and looked everywhere but at him.

  “Tell me, Creena,” he demanded, sitting up beside me. “I’ve let you have your space but we’ve been sleeping together long enough now that I need you to tell me. I’m a patient man but not when it comes to your health.”

  “It was a long time ago, I tend to forget about them.” I took a deep breath, meeting his gaze. “While my brother and I went through training, if we didn’t do it right, we were whipped. It was to break us down so we could endure any sort of pain.” I shrugged. “Most would think it’s a form of abuse. Maybe it was. But it helped me become strong. I was also considered the weaker sex because I’m a female. So, I endured more pain then he did. A part of me wonders if I have issues because it doesn’t bother me it happened. I only got out of the business because I ...”

  “What?”

  “I took an innocent life.” Memories of that night still haunted me. The guy had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. I didn’t know who he was. My brother wouldn’t tell me and I didn’t want to know. But I did know he wasn’t who I was supposed to kill. “There was a contract out on a man. He had stolen some money from my family. It went as far back as his great grandfather screwing over my own. They had a long history of death and war. One night, shit went down. I was told to kill this guy but it was dark. I was off my game. That’s how I knew I needed out of the business. I couldn’t concentrate, and I took an innocent life because of it. He was still an evil bastard but it doesn’t make it right.”

  “Who’s your family, Creena?”

  I hesitated. “My family is part of the Yakuza.”

  “The Japanese mob?”

  I nodded slowly.

  “Fuck.” Stone blew out a slow breath. “You’re a contract killer. Aren’t you?”

  Hitman. Contract killer. Someone who needed death and destruction because they were so mentally gone it was the only thing keeping them sane. No biggie.

  “I was,” I mumbled. “That’s what my brother has been on my ass about. He needs my help. It went so far as him flying here.”

  “Shit.” Stone grabbed my hand, linking our fingers. “That’s some heavy business right there.”

  “You’re not judging me? You don’t want to leave and run as far from me as possible?”

  “Fuck no.” He shook his head and kissed my knuckles. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

  “Who are you?” I asked him, glancing down at our joined hands. I realized then that I could fall in love with this man. I could fall in love fast and hard. But I refused to allow those feelings to come to light knowing he could also break me in return.

  “I’m just me, baby.” He kissed my forehead, letting his lips linger. “Just me,” he repeated on a whisper.

  I swallowed hard. “Stone, I ...” The tightness in my chest returned, but it came back for different reasons. I had feelings for him. I knew that but I wasn’t sure how he felt about me. Was it just sex? Delicious, life-altering sex?

  “Don’t think about shit, Creena.” He laid back on the bed, pulling me onto his lap. “Don’t think about anything.”

  “I need to.” The sheet fell around my waist. “I don’t know what we’re doing but I need this. I need you. Yes, I have fun controlling you but it’s not really who I am.”

  “I know, pet.” He kissed my cheek. “I know.”

  “You practice BDSM, bondage and sadism, whatever you want to call it, don’t you?”

  “No.” His fingers brushed down the center of my chest. “Not like you think. Yes, I need to be in control but I don’t need whips and chains and all that shit. I’d rather restrain you with my body but the rope last night was needed. You were too inside your head for anything else.”

  “Where you surprised when you found the rope?”

  He smirked. “If I was with any other woman? Yes, I would be surprised but not you.”

  I laughed. “W
hy not?”

  “Because I’ve met that kinky little whore inside you.” He kissed my neck. “And when she comes out to play, all bets are fucking off.”

  Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I placed a soft peck on his collarbone. “I like this.”

  “I like this too.” His hands brushed down my back before cupping my ass. “I like this a whole fucking lot.”

  “Spend the day with me.” I leaned back, staring intently into his eyes. “Please. I need this. I need you.”

  “You have me.” His rough calloused hands gripped my thighs. “You will have me for however long you need.”

  “I like you, Stone.” My cheeks heated at my outburst. “I mean ... obviously I like you. God.” I smacked my forehead. “I’m such a dork.”

  A cheesy grin spread onto his face. “I like you too.”

  I let out a soft sigh. My fingers grazed over the intricate designs on his torso. “I want more. Once this human trafficking shit is done, I want you.”

  “I want you too, Creena.” Stone kissed my nose and then my mouth. “I want you for however long you will have me.”

  His words sent butterflies fluttering through my stomach.

  “I’m not an easy person to be with.” I cupped his face. “I have ... I have issues.” And my brother wants to kill you. I swallowed hard, wishing I could just come out and tell him.

  “So do I.” His gaze took on a faraway look like he was remembering something from his past. “Listen ...” His hands rubbed up and down my arms. “Once all of this shit is over, I want to take you far from here.”

  “Oh?” I smiled softly. “And where’s that, baby boy?”

  He pushed me back onto the bed and pulled the sheets from my body. Turning me onto my stomach, he kissed my nape. “It will be somewhere that it’s just you and I.” His lips brushed over my shoulder blades, his teeth sinking gently into the skin. “Somewhere both of us can be ourselves.” He trailed gentle pecks down the length of my spine. “Somewhere we can take each other out of our heads.”

  He had no idea how much I needed that. “I like the sound of that.”

  ***

  “There’s security cameras in this place,” Stone pointed out, his gaze flicking to each of the corners in the large room. It had been a couple of hours since we woke up in my bed together. Stone had cooked me breakfast and then came up with the bright idea of me giving him a tattoo.

  So, there I was, an hour later and I was etching his daughter’s name onto his wrist.

  “Of course there are security cameras,” I said, the buzzing of the tattoo gun whirling around us. “You think Angel would let Jay go without them?”

  “True.” Stone pushed a strand of hair behind my ear, a low purr leaving his mouth.

  “I’m almost done.” I smiled up at him. “But you need to stop distracting me with that delicious sound you always make.”

  “What sound, pet?” He kissed just below my ear. “The sound I make letting you know just how fucking hard I always am for you?”

  “God, Stone, seriously.” I shivered. “You’re going to make me screw up this tattoo.”

  He chuckled, brushing my hair off the back of my neck. “You’re a natural. I don’t think you could ever screw up a tattoo even if you tried.”

  My cheeks burned at the compliment. “Thank you.” Just as I was about to finish up the tattoo on his wrist, my gaze fell to the bulge between his legs. My body heated. We had been going at it for the past couple of weeks, not giving each other room to breathe. You would also think he needed to give his dick a break after he had already fucked me in the very tattoo chair he was sitting in.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked, running his fingers down my arm. Never in my life had I met a guy who actually cared about what I was thinking.

  “How hot it is that you wanted me to give you a tattoo.” It was hot as hell. It was like I was branding him in a way. My touch on his skin, my tattoo gun marring his flesh. I shivered.

  “Hmm ...” He cupped himself.

  “Stone,” I cleared my throat, nodding toward his hand in his lap. “Problem?”

  “Yeah.” His fingers trailed down the length of my jaw before pinching my chin. “A thick ten-inch one.”

  “Shit.” I shivered and went back to finishing his tattoo. “Let me do this up and then you can do whatever you want to me.” I winked. “Again.”

  “I will, but first you have to tell me something,” he said, his voice coming out husky.

  “What?” I asked, ignoring the effect it had on my body.

  “The security footage.” He cupped my nape. “It’s recording twenty-four seven?”

  “Obviously. Why wouldn’t—” My eyes widened. “Oh.”

  He grinned. “We need to watch it.”

  “Um.” My cheeks burned. I had never been shy. Exhibitionism was exciting. Doing it anywhere after the passion took full control was intoxicating. But I had never been filmed before. “Jay’s going to kill me.”

  “Not if you can get that footage first. She’s not dumb. I’m sure she’ll figure it out when she sees that it’s deleted but I know she’ll appreciate you removing it so she doesn’t accidentally stumble onto it.”

  “Right.” I placed salve on his tattoo. “How’s this look?”

  “Fucking perfect,” he growled but he wasn’t looking at the tattoo and at me instead.

  My heart jumped. I wrapped the tattoo and jumped off the stool. “Security set up is back here.”

  Stone chuckled.

  “You think this is funny?” I spun on him.

  “No.” His eyes darkened. “I think it’s hot as hell knowing I’m about to watch myself fuck that tight body of yours.”

  “That explains your large” —I licked my lips, glancing at his waist— “issue.”

  “Fuck,” he groaned, smacking my ass. “You say the sweetest things.”

  I laughed, taking his hand, and led him to the office at the back. Once we had arrived at the shop, Stone wouldn’t leave me alone. One touch from him and I completely forgot about the security cameras.

  My heart raced, my palms became sweaty. The idea of watching myself having sex with him heated my skin and made me want to do it all over again.

  Unlocking the door, I took a step forward when thick arms pulled me back against a hard body.

  Stone brushed his nose into the side of my neck, inhaling deep and landed another smack on my ass.

  “Do you want to see the footage or not?” I pulled away from him and moved around the desk.

  “Fine,” he grumbled and sat in the chair. Pulling me onto his lap, he cupped my inner thigh.

  That small touch sent shivers down my spine. Every damn time.

  “You’re distracting me,” I told him, kissing his head.

  He winked.

  Before I got lost in his dark eyes, I cleared my throat and looked away. My heart pitter pattered. My stomach did leaps and bounds. I was falling for him. Shit.

  Stone ran his hand up my back. “I’m getting impatient.” He reiterated his statement by sliding his fingers over my collarbone beneath the top of my dress. He cupped my breast, his thumb running back and forth over the hardened nipple. “I love how you’re not too big but are still perfect enough to fill my hands.” He gripped my hair, tugging my head back. “And perfect enough for me to fuck.”

  Desire coiled in my lower belly. I licked my lips, remembering the soft sensations of his cock thrusting between my tits not too long ago. “You’re distracting me again, Stone. Do you want to watch me riding you or not?”

  “Shit, baby girl.” He pinched my nipple. “I can’t stop touching you.”

  My pussy clenched, his words striking a part of me I tried to ignore.

  Taking a breath, I wiggled the mouse to bring the computer to life and went in search of our impromptu sex video.

  “Wait.” Stone grabbed my hand, stopping me from clicking on today’s date. “Is there sound?”

  I swallowed hard. “Yes
.”

  “Turn it up.”

  My stomach flipped at the demand and I did as I was told.

  When I clicked on the date, a screen popped up. Angel made sure to get us the best security system thanks to Coby’s friend being a computer genius. The footage was in color and you could see every damn detail that would make these big security companies twist with envy.

  “Holy fuck.” Stone sat forward, resting his chin on my shoulder. “Look at that detail,” he said in awe, taking the thought right out of my head. With his hand still cupping my breast, he gave me a wink and looked back at the screen.

  “It’s a nerd’s wet dream,” I said, squirming against him.

  “Damn fucking straight.” He took the mouse from me, fast forwarding the video to an hour before. “You can see everything. Can you zoom in on this thing?”

  I nodded, showing him how.

  “I can see your freckles,” he whispered.

  My heart picked up speed.

  Stone’s deep voice came through the speakers, sending a flush of heat racing through my body.

  “Your voice sounds deeper.” I shivered, gripping his knee.

  “You like that.” He kissed my neck, fast forwarding the video to just before he pulled me onto his lap.

  The video moved quickly. His mouth was on mine. I straddled his lap. His hands cupped my ass. And that was when I started moving, riding him over his clothes.

  We both sat in silence and watched.

  “Fuck me,” my voice pleaded through the speakers.

  I realized then it never took me long before I was begging. Stone was good. He was damn good.

  I watched as Stone’s hands roamed beneath my dress. It didn’t show on the video but that was when he had thrust a finger into my body. Not even knowing if I was wet or not. He didn’t have to check because he knew. He knew my body well, it was like I was a part of him.

  “Shit, baby girl,” Stone’s desperate plea for me rumbled through the speakers.

  I clenched my thighs together. The tingle of pleasure at watching us was not something I expected.

  “Watching us turns you on,” Stone whispered in my ear, tightening his arm around my waist.