by Brandi Evans
With a grin, he placed the vibrator on her lower belly before dipping his head to give her sex a thorough kiss. By the time he pulled back, she could scarcely breathe.
"Put your hands in mine," he instructed.
She obeyed.
"Take this." He positioned her hands at her mons and placed the vibrator between her trembling fingers. "Now, my sweet kitten, start fucking yourself."
"My pleasure, Sir."
She worked the dildo through her folds. Her grip was awkward because of the binding, but she managed to get the head into position. Forcing herself to relax, she released a slow breath and slid the thick shaft into her channel.
"Ahh…"
The device was still vibrating, but thankfully, the vibrations were low. Even that made her eyes roll back. In and out, in and out, she worked the shaft until it was as deep as it could go.
"Shit!" She jerked as the front piece hit her clit, and Maddox increased the intensity. "Oh god." Her eyes rolled back and—
"No, you don't. Eyes on me, kitten, and keep your thrusts nice and slow."
"Yes, Sir." She answered automatically, but her body fought her actions. The first tendrils of orgasm were already unfurling. If he'd let her be, she'd be screaming her pleasure in about four seconds.
Through blurry eyes, she watched him unfasten his pants and push them down his hips. His underwear went next. With one hand, he stroked his cock; with the other, he lifted the controller. A grin on his face, he increased the speed.
"Sir!" Pressure built in her belly, an explosive with a faulty detonator. Any moment, she'd blow. "Sir, please. I want to come. Please let me come."
"No, kitten. Not yet. I'm having too much fun watching." He placed the controller on the bed beside her, removed a condom from the nightstand, and rolled it into place.
"Sir. Now. Please." She was dying.
"Almost there, kitten. Almost. Be patient."
She had no patience left; she was incapable of feeling or doing. The weight in her belly was near to bursting. He made her want too much for her body to bear.
"I should have thought to angle you so you could see yourself in the mirror. Your pussy is so pink and wet. God, it's going to feel damn good when I fuck it."
He retrieved the controller, and the vibrations immediately increased. Light exploded behind her eyes in tiny bursts. She was pretty sure she'd just had an aneurism.
Suddenly, Sir was beside her on the bed. In a simultaneous movement, he pinned her tied hands above her head while taking the vibrator with his other hand. He fucked her at a brutal pace.
"Eyes on me, kitten. Eyes on me."
She did her best to obey, but she could see two of him. Two Sirs. It was too much. He was too much.
The vibrations reached a fever-pitch as he murmured, "Come now, kitten."
She was already there, soaring into the stratosphere as pleasure ripped through her. Sir worked her body to exhaustion and then took her up again. With masterful manipulation, he had her climaxes cycling between bliss and delirium with no time in between to catch her breath.
She wasn't sure how long he kept up his brutal pleasure, but she was sure it was fifteen years. She couldn't breathe. She could scarcely move. She wasn't sure if a person could die from multiple orgasms, but she thought she was close when he finally eased the vibrator from her abused sex. And then, he was on top of her, inside her, filling her heart, body, and soul.
Katlyn didn't want to wake, but the alarm made a convincing counterargument.
Maddox unwrapped one arm from around her as he grabbed his phone from the nightstand and silenced the alarm, but his other arm stayed wrapped protectively around her, his fingers playing softly over her back. She'd woken beside him for a month, but being skin to skin after a long night of lovemaking? Mmm, a girl could get used to this.
Because she could, she turned her face up and nipped at his stubbled jawline. "Good morning, Sir."
"Good morning to you, too, kitten." He brushed his lips over the top of her head. "Sleep well?"
"Like the dead." Grinning like an idiot, she pillowed her arms over his chest and rested her chin on her forearms so she could look at him. "I forgot how wonderful and exhausting a scene with a good Dom could be. Thank you for reminding me."
"It was, quite literally, my pleasure."
The left side of his mouth tipped up, so she indulged herself by taking a quick nip of those sexy lips. And then a little longer one.
"I'm glad I don't have to keep pretending I didn't want to do that every time I woke up with you," she admitted. "Or pretending I didn't want to do this, either."
She pressed her palm slowly down his torso and then, after taking a moment to linger over the hard muscles of his abdomen, wrapped her fingers around his gloriously hard cock. Her gaze never leaving his, she stroked his length.
His nostrils flared, and he covered her hand with his, slowing her movements. "So, I guess I don't need to ask how you felt about last night? Any regrets?"
"Only that I didn't get to give you pleasure, Sir."
"You gave me plenty of pleasure, kitten. Don't you worry about that."
"You know what kind of pleasure I meant, Sir." She nibbled on his earlobe. "I could give you that kind of pleasure now." She swirled her tongue over the shell of his ear. "How long before you have to start getting dressed for work?"
"Not long enough, unfortunately."
"Then, I guess I'll just have to be fast, Sir. How quickly do you think it would take me to taste your cum on my lips?"
He chuckled, the sound dark and just a tad foreboding. "If you keep talking like that, not very long at all."
"Then what are we waiting for?"
"In that case…" Sir buried his fingers in her hair and tugged until their gazes matched. "Get on your back, kitten."
"Yes, Sir!"
God, she felt giddy. It had been a long time since the idea of giving a blowjob had been this exhilarating. She'd barely managed to roll over when Sir grabbed her and dragged her until her head hung off the mattress, and she found herself looking directly up at his entire package.
My, my, what an excellent package it was, too!
"Spread those lovely legs, kitten. I want your heels up near your ass and your knees to fall as wide as possible. That way, I'll have a pretty visual to look at—and something to play with—while my dick is in your mouth."
Mutual pleasure. She could handle that.
"Beautiful." He gave her labia a soft slap. "Now, open up."
She willingly obeyed.
Gripping himself at the base of his cock, he angled his erection and slid between her waiting and parted lips. His plunges were slow and gentle. With each thrust into her mouth, he pushed deeper, as if testing just how far he could take her, trying to find the spot where he couldn't push her anymore, and she didn't want to disappoint him.
She suctioned her lips around him and forced herself to relax as much as she could, but god, she was too excited to relax. She lavished Sir's hard length with her tongue. She wasn't sure if it was the position of having her head hanging off the bed, the man, or a combination of both, but it didn't take long before she felt disoriented and dizzy and so fucking needy that she could barely stand it.
"Well, well, what do we have here." Sir fisted both her breasts and shifted his weight forward, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. "Your pussy's getting wet as fuck, kitten. Your labia are glistening. It's almost like you enjoy having my dick in your mouth."
"Mmm-hmm."
"In that case, I'd better give you more cock."
He increased his speed, pushed in deeper. She had to swallow constantly, the back of her throat collapsing around his head as she fought her body's gag reflex. She wouldn't disappoint her Sir.
She reached behind her, careful to keep from hitting something that might send the moment to a screeching halt, and cupped his balls.
"That's it, kitten. That's it. Take me deeper. Just like that." Even as he urged her on, he pushed tw
o fingers into her sex.
Oh god.
Tears stung her eyes, and she all but screamed around his cock.
She couldn't breathe.
She couldn't relax.
She lost control of her own body.
"Come for me, kitten. Come for me now. Don't make me wait."
His movements were frantic, both his cock and his fingers. He hammered into her from two angles, taking his pleasure from her while giving her pleasure in return. She fractured into a million pieces as he called out her name, and his cum spilled over her tongue.
"You screwed up, Mr. Harris, and Mr. Smith doesn't like it when his associates screw up."
"I didn't screw up!" Jeff slammed a fist against the steering wheel of the car he'd picked up at that fucking fleabag motel on the outskirts of Chicago. "Mr. Smith wanted the family dead, and I made the family fucking dead, didn't I? That was the job, and I did it."
He'd followed the instructions; he just hadn't been ready for that fucking baby. That one had gotten to him. He hadn't expected that, and he'd lost his lunch. He'd tried to clean up the vomit, but he must have missed something. He must have taken off his gloves at some point, too, even though he didn't remember doing it.
"Getting in and out unseen and unheard is always part of the assignment, Mr. Harris," said the faceless voice on the other end of the line. "You know that. Leaving evidence and connections behind puts a light on the organization, and Mr. Smith doesn't like it when cops start looking at the organization, which is exactly what happened after this botched job."
"What're you talking about?" He shifted lanes and drove around some idiot blonde bitch who didn't know how to fucking drive.
"Two Dallas detectives have begun making inquiries into the Group. A newly acquired asset in the Henderson PD informed us of this just today."
"Fuck!" Jeff beat the steering wheel again. The voice on the phone didn't need to tell him which two Dallas detectives were digging on them. It had to be his wife's fuck buddy and his partner. They were always fucking things up for Jeff.
"I'll happily take care of the two cops," Jeff assured him. "I'm already on my way to Dallas. You just have to keep up your end of the bargain once the job's done and make the arrangements so my wife and I can disappear."
"Do not touch the cops without authorization. Killing cops is… tricky. They can be particularly tenacious when pursuing those who kill their own. These things must be planned well to minimize fallout. The organization will, however, honor our original agreement."
Yeah, they fucking would. Jeff had too much information on them, and he could do them a lot of damage if he set his mind to it. They fucking knew it, too.
"As the situation currently stands, it will be difficult for you to get near enough to Ms. Matthews to—"
"Who the fuck is that?" Jeff hit his blinker and changed lanes again.
"Your ex-wife."
"Excuse me? She is not my ex-wife. I didn't sign nothing. That bitch is still mine."
"Not according to the paperwork that was recently brought to my attention. The judge granted her request for an emergency divorce decree."
"Fucking bitch!" Jeff punched the accelerator. He needed to get to Dallas yesterday, but he couldn't risk being pulled over. And if he went flying down I-90 like this, pulled over was precisely what would happen. And then, they'd arrest him, and he couldn't get arrested. He had to teach his bitch of a wife a lesson. He'd warned her what would happen if she ever left him and divorcing him was ten degrees worse than leaving him. This was a betrayal of the highest magnitude and would be dealt with accordingly.
She was a dead woman walking.
"As I was saying, Ms. Matthews is still too well insulated. The cops protecting her have seen to that. However, there is another in her circle who is much less protected. Taking her should be simple enough. Once you do, the cops will do whatever they can to get her back, including turning over Ms. Matthews."
"Perfect. Just give me the bitch's name, and I'll take care of the rest."
"Her name, Mr. Harris, is Genny Malek."
Chapter 15
"I want to re-take my nursing exams."
Maddox looked up from where he studied one of his case-boards. After sharing a meal, some conversation, and some kisses with Kat, he'd retreated to his home office to go over one of his current cases. Working a little bit tonight would allow him and Carter to hit the ground running tomorrow. It was a habit he'd gotten into years before; it was also a habit he'd lived by during the month Kat had been missing. There'd been no break then, only constant work and fear.
"Your nursing exams?" he asked.
She nodded, standing just inside his office, and staring at him with a mixture of bravado and apprehension. She'd come such a long way from the frightened mouse he'd brought home from the hospital in Montana. Then, she'd burst into tears if anyone did the slightest kind thing for her, but look at her now, standing her ground and asking for something she wanted. She was well on her way to not needing him anymore; he was both proud of her and terrified she'd outgrow him much sooner than he'd like.
"I've been talking with Carrie during my sessions, and she thinks it's a good idea, too. And she's willing to help me. I can do most of my studying here online, and it will give me something to do, a goal to work toward. Don't get me wrong, Maddox, I will absolutely stay locked up here indefinitely if that's what you think I need to do until Jeff is caught, but—"
"But you're starting to feel boxed in."
"Yeah." She shrugged, and the left side of her cheek turned upward. "And like I'm a leech."
She held a hand up when he opened his mouth to counter her "leech" comment. She was far from being a leech. Yes, he was supporting her financially, but it wasn't as if she weren't doing her share. His place had never been cleaner, his pantries and closets more organized, his taste buds satisfied, or his sex life more vibrant. He'd also never been happier, so, no, she was not a leech.
"Jeff wouldn't let me do the CEUs required to keep my licensure current, and so, I lost it."
"CEUs?"
"Oh, sorry." She ran a hand through her hair, laughing. "It stands for Continuing Education Unit, and for me to keep my licensure current, I have to take a certain number per year."
"Oh." And that asshole hadn't let her keep her hard-earned credentials up to date? As if Maddox needed another reason to despise the monster.
"Looking back," she added, "I know not letting me keep my licensure was by design, so I had no choice but to depend on Jeff. And I don't want to have to depend on anyone, Maddox, and before you respond, please understand that I'm not trying to imply me staying here for my safety is anything like what Jeff did do me. Not even a little bit. But that doesn't mean I don't feel like a burden to you."
"You're not a burden, Kat. You never could be." He closed the distance between them and pressed a hand to her cheek. "I like having you here when I wake up. I like having you here when I get home from work. I especially like having you in my bed at night. Not one iota of that makes you feel like a burden to me."
"And I like being here. I do. You have no idea how thankful I am every day to be here with you, but that doesn't negate my need to figure out who Katlyn Matthews is."
She was emerging from her chrysalis. She may not realize it yet, but he did. Every damn day, she was getting stronger. She had massive pools of resilience and strength inside her, and all too soon, she'd stretch out her brand-new wings and, quite possibly, fly away to the brighter future she deserved. He wanted to be a part of that future, but given his link to her painful past, he wasn't sure they could ever last.
She was a butterfly; he was a bridge.
Butterflies and bridges: a tale of heartbreak.
"What all does this testing entail?" he asked, and she rewarded him with one of her nose-wrinkling smiles.
"Come on. I've got everything laid out on the table."
She wasn't kidding, either. His kitchen table hadn't been this covered with papers since he'
d been searching for her. She directed him to sit at the head of the table, where she had all the documents oriented, and pointed to an Excel spreadsheet. Column after column of figures filled the page: test dates, testing cost, study material cost, and more. She'd even put together a very reasonable draft of why she needed a dedicated laptop or tablet. She also had a way to pay for everything herself—sort of.
"Raven said she'd give me a loan for anything grants don't cover. Carrie's helping me with grants, by the way, so between her and Raven, I think I could put the funds together that I need. I've also been thinking about going back to school to get my APRN. If the numbers I looked at on the student loan website are right, I could get enough loans on my first semester to cover tuition and the cost of my exam and prep."
"Do you want to get your APRN?"
"If you'd have asked me after I graduated, my answer would have been a definite yes. Getting my APRN was the next level of my career ladder, but then, life got screwed up."
He took her hand and chose his next words carefully. He scrubbed a hand over the back of his neck. She'd put a lot of thought into this, and he didn't want her to think he was shitting on her plans. "Okay, how about this as an immediate plan? Don't jump into getting your APRN yet. It's a lot of work and expensive, and if it's not something you're positive you want, why go through the hassle until you are?"
"Yeah, you're right. I should probably just focus on getting my nursing licensure back first."
"This isn't about me being right; it's about what's right for you. If you want to jump headlong into APRN school, I'll support you. If you want to just focus on getting your nursing license back, I'll support you. If you want to stay here and cook and clean, I'll support that, too. Bottom line, Kat, no matter what you choose, I'll support you because that's my choice."
"Oh, Maddox…" She brought her hands to his cheek. "I loved being a nurse, loved helping people, but now, given everything I've been through, I feel more compelled than ever to help others. I know what it's like to hurt. If I could help one other person come to terms with whatever tragedy they're facing, like you did for me, I think all the pain I went through wouldn't be for nothing."