11. Hotaru
I’m pretty damn good at calculating. Like the best in the state for sure and probably the East Coast. I’ve been contracted by NASA, several medical institutions, and a handful of multibillion-dollar industries that don’t compete with my head of forensic accounting job at Judge Conglomerate. Yet I’m finding it nearly impossible to tabulate what Hailey is saying to me.
While my brain seemingly takes a hiatus, my body and instincts work overtime, clocking Hailey as she shoves open the door. My hand shoots forward, fully encapsulating her wrist. Hell, my fingers touch. She’s a tall, regal woman. Even so, she’s no match for a guy my size.
A gasp escapes her parted lips. The hint of fear in her reaction revs my blood. I yank her to me with a snarl.
Her back hits my front, and I close the door without a sound. God, she’s warm and soft. The desire to strip her bare and mark her flesh blooms in the crisp air.
I release her wrist, then flatten my left hand over her belly.
“Not so fast, sunshine.” I move us both back to the alcove and shove her against the wall once more.
Her fingers splay on the cold stone. A choked whimper wedges in her throat. Suddenly, my dick is harder than it’s been since I watched Arlo rail her on the coffee table in one of Crave’s private suites.
I wait for her to protest, to shove back, to scramble away. Only, she’s completely pliant. The pert globes of her ass nuzzle into my thighs, and her chest heaves against my abdomen.
“You forgot the dirty thing you want.” I lean forward, pressing her against the wall until her cheek meets the smoothly carved rock. My free hand coasts around the swell of her hip, over her ass, and then down her skirt-covered leg.
She arches into my touch like a perfect pussy. A sinister smile tugs at my furious lips. It makes me think of what she called me earlier. Pretty panther.
Hailey nicknamed me. It’s just words, yet somehow it seems like a raw and bubbled-skin brand.
I reach the edge of her boot and run my palm up the inside of her thigh. She’s not wearing any tights or leggings. It’s just skin on skin.
“You’re so warm.” I groan. “And greedy.”
Fuck, her skin is smoother than I remember.
It’s been so long since I’ve been with anyone, touched them, enjoyed their heat. Yes, I had my face buried in her cunt a few weeks ago, but only for a couple of minutes and only for Arlo’s pleasure. Obviously, I enjoyed every second, but this is different.
This is me taking what I want, consequences be damned.
My fingers curl into the weighty flesh of her inner thigh. Hailey pants, and her whole body shivers in my hold.
“If I touch your perfect pussy, will you be wet for me?”
“Find out,” she challenges. Her bravado has returned in full force. Oddly, it spikes my need higher than her shock and fear.
With the people I play with at Crave, I’ve needed to dominate them. My excitement is predicated on their anxiety and pain.
All except Arlo. His gaze and pleasure are all I’ve ever needed.
I’m pretty sure that's why I became a dominant.
I always like control and needed it to feel safe, but the fear and pain made the encounters less intimate. It separated sex from affection. It separated Arlo from everyone else. I treated them with respect and gave them what they wanted without giving away any part of me.
All I ever needed was Arlo.
Could it be the case with Hailey too? Could her pleasure mean more to me than her fear and pain?
“Sassy little sunshine.” I nip the edge of her jaw, increasing the pressure of each bite until she hisses.
“I’m not scared of you, Hota.”
“Maybe you should be.” I soothe the bite marks with my lips and tongue. “Unlike your lover, who gives you pleasure on pleasure, I give pain with mine.”
“You can’t give me anything I can’t handle. I know panthers bite.”
I flatten my hand over her pubic bone and ram my hips forward, pressing my heavy dick between her full cheeks. Her head lolls back onto my chest, and she works her hips side to side on my girth.
“Fuck.” I brush my cheek over the top of her head and then skate my fingers into her panties. The damp silk fabric molds to my fingers, along with her slick and hot skin.
“Once upon a time.” Hailey pants as she welcomes my finger with glorious hospitality. Her slick cunt is tight and wet as fuck. “I used to only take it from behind and only from strangers.”
A knot forms in my stomach, imagining her partaking in such wildly unsafe activities. So, of course, I add another finger and snarl into her ear. “That’s bad behavior.”
“I know, but it was the only way for a while.” She works her hips, riding my fingers like her next breath depends upon every thrust. “Eventually, I found sex clubs, then Crave, where I could get what I needed in a safer way.”
“What did you need, sunshine?” I press my thumb onto her clit with more pressure than most women like. My other hand pulls her shirt free and slips up her torso to the swell of her breasts.
“A blindfold and to be bound to a bondage bench where any Dom who would…could.” When I pinch her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger, she moans. It’s heady and music to my ears. I twist, and she bucks.
“Could what?” I bark, working my fingers in and out of her at a frantic pace. Her warmth glides slick and sweet over my skin, making my mouth water.
“Could,” she gasps, “whatever. Blood and scat play were my only hard limits.”
Imagining the Doms I know at Crave having their way with the precious woman in my arms makes me want to burn the place to the ground and roast their most treasured body parts on spits over its embers.
“Goddamn.” I release the pressure on her clit.
“Yes, Hota.” Hailey thrashes in my grip. “Please.”
My soaked fingers slide from her heat and circle that spiked bundle of nerves, careful not to touch it until she whimpers.
“What do you need now?”
“Touch me, please.”
I pinch her clit like I have her nipple and tweak them both. She dances in my arms. It doesn’t take long, just twenty more seconds until she’s chanting and pleading and soaking my fingers. I release the hold and stroke her how she wants.
Hailey shivers in my arms. Her hips hump erratically as breaths saw in and out of her lungs. The puffs of hot air look like a smoldering dragon’s breath. That makes me think of Arlo watching us together. Between the conjured image, Haley’s frantic mews and moans, and the rhythmic brush of her backside on my dick, I’m set to cream my fucking pants like a freshly minted teen.
She goes taut for several heartbeats, then sags against me. It’s misery and relief at the same time. Her pleasure is a currency I can’t afford. No matter what they say, I feel as if I’m stealing like a common thief.
I breathe through my nose and out my mouth for a full minute before I can drag myself back from the edge.
Her weight is perfect against me. I shove my fingers deep inside her and feel the aftermath of her orgasm flutter around me.
“Perfect, sunshine. You are fucking perfect.”
When the quivering of her cunt finally stops, I withdraw my hand, right her clothes, and turn her in my arms to face me. “You don’t need those things anymore?”
“Not since Arlo,” she whispers.
“Good.” I brace her chin in my clean hand and steady her gaze on me, feeling interestingly possessive of my best friend’s woman. “I don’t want any other Dom touching you. Not ever.”
“But Arlo?—”
“Is a pleasure Dom. There’s a big difference.”
Her brows draw together. She bites her swollen lips that I haven’t plowed with my dick yet or even kissed, not really. “What are you?”
“I’m a Dom, and a switch for Arlo alone. He has always been my weakness. Whatever he needs, he gets.” I can’t stop from running my thumb over her mouth. Her lips are cold to the touch. “If you consent, I’ll mark you, I’ll edge you until you hate me, and I’ll push you until you cry. I’ll never hurt you.”
I don’t wait for her to say anything in response. I don’t want her answer now, in her post-orgasmic haze. I need her clearheaded to consent. “Has anyone ever hurt you?”
“After years of therapy, I learned to pick better partners,” she hedges.
“So, yes?” I snarl.
“Only a couple and only a little.” She shrugs. “Did you know you could get a broken rib from sneezing?”
It’s not the lightening of the blow she thinks it is. My vision goes red around the edges and narrows. “Someone broke your fucking rib?”
Anger washes over me in a way I haven’t felt in years.
“More than a year ago. Almost two,” she explains.
I grab her hand, input the code, drag her inside, and slam the door.
“Back here, you two,” Arlo hollers as we hang up our coats.
I pull her through to the kitchen, where the scent of culinary artistry assaults me. The delicious scent won’t derail me. Not even the infamous cat, Plink that lounges on the windowsill behind the breakfast nook can. I stop in front of Arlo, whose gaze slides back and forth between me and Hailey several times.
“Open up,” I demand, looking directly at Arlo’s lips.
To my utter surprise, his lips part without question.
I stick my two Hailey-soaked fingers into his mouth. “Clean them.”
Slowly, his lips close around my fingers. His hot tongue skates up my pads and between the seams of my digits. His eyes hood as his throat works, drinking down Hailey’s cum. They stay locked on me for so long I squirm. I’m second-, third-, and fourth-guessing what I’ve done.
And still, my need roars. It’s ferocious enough to consume me.
All the neat parameters I’ve relied on when I’m around Arlo are blurring, cracking, and crumbling. The foundation of everything we are and have been shakes under my feet. I know what I should do. It’s nothing close to what I want to do.
I want to challenge him and Hailey.