Chapter 25
ONYX
After a night of hard work, I had to admit the truth.
It felt good to be home. The way Lucero clung onto me, his scent, that stupid smile, every crazy word out of his mouth?
It soothed me. I’d had a hell of a time tonight taking down my target.
He was a brick house of a man. Thank God I had met Lucero, because now?
I was always prepared with multiple doses.
No way was I going to take extra chances.
I gazed over my shoulder. Sure enough, there was Lucero, his big, hulking form crawling after me. I’d seen the man duck underneath doorframes to be able to fit. And yet here he was, trailing me, that look on his face, his eyes wide like a puppy waiting for a treat.
Seriously, he was perfect. I was the problem these days. He couldn’t love a thing like me, not really. Even if he said he could. I knew who I was: a loner through and through. Eventually, I would get sick of domesticity and want something of my own again. And he would get caught in the crossfire.
It wasn’t fair to him, but no matter how I tried to say it, he looked at me with those big, dumb eyes and refused to comprehend it.
And I was sure he understood every word, he just chose to play dumb about it.
About me. What I was. How important my mission was to wipe scum off the Earth and make it at least a little bit better and me a little bit richer.
When we reached the room, I turned on my heels sharply. He stumbled back, nearly toppling. A smile tugged at my lips. How was someone so big so afraid of me when I was so tiny? It made my heart pound faster in my chest.
“Stay,” I said as I pointed down to the floor near my feet. “I have a present for you.”
God, if Lucero had a tail, it would be wagging. He sat on the floor, hands planted perfectly on the wood as he stared up at me expectantly. I couldn’t leave without pushing my fingers through his hair. The moment I did, he leaned into my touch.
“Shit,” I groaned. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
“No, I’ll be the life of you. Master.”
My cock shot to attention. What was half hard before was ramrod straight and it was all his fault.
Goddamn him. I huffed, turned on my heels, and retreated into my walk-in closet to hide the embarrassment on my face.
Why did he have to say it like that? If I was turned on before, I was a five-alarm fire now.
“Take off your clothes,” I called out to the bedroom. “Slowly.”
I’d heard him stripping out of everything as soon as I spoke those words.
Chuckling softly, I tugged off my black heels, the black dress with the plunging neckline, and put away my needles in their safe.
Once I was left in nothing but a frilly white pair of panties, and a matching bra that was just flat lace with holes at my nipples, and the garters that connected to white stockings, I walked back out of the closet again.
Lucero gasped. The man didn’t have to say a word. His face alone was the biggest compliment I could ever receive. It wasn’t steeped in bullshit or in artificial nonsense. It was just Lucero being Lucero. Admiring me in every single way.
“My bella,” he moaned, his hands pressed over his heart. “You’re so beautiful.”
I stilled. Shit, what was I even doing? One minute I was moving and sure, the next that expression and those stunned words tried to take me off my feet. I sucked in a shaky breath and moved forward, regaining my confidence with every step.
“Here,” I said, holding out the box wrapped in purple paper. “Open it.”
Lucero’s eyes lit up. “You really brought me something?” he whispered, almost reverently as if it was something holy. When he opened the box, his eyes widened. “Really?” He perked up. “Please put it on me, Master.”
Master. Fuck. Where the hell had he gotten that from? I would admit my porn history was iffy and definitely not all that secured, but my God. Is that where he’d seen it? What I liked?
“If you don’t like it, you don’t have to wear it,” I said, suddenly feeling self-conscious. “I thought you would look nice in it.”
Lucero’s brow furrowed. “Please put it on me,” he asked before he crawled toward me, nudging the box along with one of his big hands. “Please, bella.”
That look on his face said he was anything but innocent.
Sweet, naive, crazy, yes. But far from innocent.
I reached into the box and pulled out the black collar and leash.
The collar was expensive, real leather etched with his name, with silver spikes on it.
The leash had my name stitched onto it in red thread.
“Do you really like it?” I asked as I opened the clasp.
He smiled so bright I was nearly blinded. “I love it.”
I groaned. “Of course you would. Damn crazy person,” I muttered, but now I couldn’t wipe the smile from my face either. “Tilt your head up.”
When he did, I wrapped the collar around his massive throat. Carefully, I slipped the buckle closed and tested it with my fingers. Tight, but not so much he would choke. Comfortable. The inside was lined with soft fur. I stroked my fingers up his jaw.
“You look so good like this,” I admitted. “My giant toy.”
I clicked the leash onto the O-ring. The moment I did, Lucero was a moaning, hip thrusting mess. He panted, his body tight as he stared up at me with those intense eyes as if he could see right through me. As if he wanted all of me.
My mind reeled. I wrapped the leash around my hand, tugged it taut, and he whimpered as he fell forward toward me. The heady rush that flushed my body was nothing short of beautiful. He groaned, his cock already thick, long, and impossibly hard. My mouth watered from just staring at it.
“Pick me up,” I said. “You’re going to fuck me right there.” I pointed to the floor-to-ceiling mirror across the room. “I want to see every minute of it.”
Lucero moaned. “Yes, Master.”
A thrill shot through me as he stood up, towering above me. That was the best part, honestly. He was so much bigger than me. Stronger than me. And he still bowed as if I never needed to do anything other than to say the word “drop.” Lucero was an addictive problem to have.
He yanked me into his arms, and I cried out from surprise.
I always forgot how quick he was too. My legs wrapped around his big body on instinct.
He carried me over to the wall and ripped the mirror from it like it was nothing.
The screws ripped the drywall, but he positioned it just so that I could see every single second of my own ruin.
I looked at us in the mirror. My body pressed against his before he wrapped an arm around my back and braced me against it instead of the wall. His gaze ran over my skin, and I shivered. When my eyes moved to his, I smirked.
“What?” I asked.
“You look so good,” he moaned. “Like you’re glowing. Fuck, I need you so bad.”
My heart skipped a beat. What a stupid thing to say. What a sweet thing to say. As those emotions warred inside of me, I squeezed my legs around him more tightly and pushed my fingers through his hair.
“Yeah?” I moaned. “Why don’t you show me how much you need me? I’ll give you five minutes to turn me on.”
“Yes, Master,” he groaned.
Such a lie. He didn’t need five minutes.
The truth was that these days, as soon as I saw him, I was a mess.
But he lowered his head and coaxed one of my nipples out through the bra.
He sucked it in, his moans vibrating against my flesh.
His tongue flicked out, soft at first, and then more insistent, harder.
“Shit,” I whispered, my hand tightening around his leash. “Good boy.”
That just spurred him on. Before I could comprehend what was happening, he had shifted me up the wall.
My legs wrapped around his neck as he swallowed my cock in one go.
He bobbed his head up and down, his hands gripping me tight as my mouth opened in both shock and unadulterated pleasure.
I leaned forward, my hips jerking as I thrust into his mouth.
“Fuck, Lucero. God, that feels so good,” I admitted. “Your mouth is lethal.”
He grunted, and I saw the beam of pride on his face.
That just inspired him to work even harder.
By the time he pulled back, my cock was covered in saliva.
It connected to his lips, and I shuddered all over.
I was about to order him to give me his dick when he lifted and angled my body.
My shoulders pressed against the wall and he attacked my asshole.
Lucero’s tongue swiped over the puckered ring of muscle before he sucked it.
Licked. Nipped. Every single time his tongue moved, I was pretty damn sure I was going to die.
My hands couldn’t even reach him, but I kept the leash on my fist, my thighs trembling as he made eye contact. And then he buried his face in my ass.
I cried out as he shoved his tongue right inside.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “You taste so good,” he moaned against my hole. “Like really good, bella.”
Before I could say anything, he dove right back in. He swirled his tongue inside of me until I saw fucking stars. I shifted slightly, chasing that feeling, chasing his tongue. He pinned me against the wall and growled.
The fucker growled at me.
“Hey,” I snapped. “Who are you growling at?”
When I looked down, he glared at me. That look was evil as fuck.
I’d never seen it on his face before. For a moment, I lost the thread and stuttered over my words.
He pinched one of my nipples and licked inside of me harder, deeper, that same snarl on his lips.
My eyes fluttered up as he kept up the pressure, the wetness, the swirl of his tongue.
“Shit!”
My back arched and he held me in place as I came without him touching my cock. As I spurted into the air, I cried out and squirmed. My eyes finally focused on Lucero again, and his face and hair wore the evidence of my release. He licked his lips with a smirk.
“Delicious.”
My jaw dropped. “You are in so much trouble,” I snapped, still panting. “Get the lube. Now. Before I kick you out.”
Lucero’s smirk dropped right away. He knew I was all business. Quickly, he tugged me against his body. I clung to him as he fumbled to get the lube from the nightstand. Without me having to ask, he lubed up his shaft, a whimper on his lips.
“I’m sorry, bella. Please don’t be upset.”
I had to hide my smile. Sometimes he was so naive. I wasn’t really mad, but I had to remind him of his place so he wouldn’t get too much of a big head. The head of his cock was huge enough; I didn’t have time to deal with another.
“You don’t want me upset? Do what I asked. Fuck me in front of the mirror.” I yanked the leash. “Now.”
“Yes, Master!” he said quickly.
Lucero juggled me with care in his arms. He got me into position, and I spread myself open for him.
Two of his fingers plunged into my hole, stretching, opening.
When he was sure he wouldn’t hurt me, he pressed against me.
His big cock stretched me wider than his fingers ever could. And rewired my fucking brain.
“Slow,” I demanded. I wanted anything but that, but it was good for him. “Take your time. Don’t rush.”
He whimpered. “Yes, bella.”
Lucero pressed the head of his cock in deeper. The more he moved, the more I moaned. He sank into me inch by beautifully brutal inch. I grabbed his hair and turned his head.
“Look at yourself while you do it,” I demanded. “See how you’re forcing my ass open? Look at it, stretched and pink around you.”
He groaned, his hands shaking. “Onyx, please.”
I yanked his leash again. “Shut up. Do it,” I moaned. I opened my cheeks more. “Look at how deep you are. More. Come on. All of it.”
Lucero lost whatever self-restraint he had left and growled as he slammed inside of me. I screamed. My toes curled. And it was the best thing I had ever felt in my life. My nails dug into his scalp, his neck, his back.
“That’s it,” I moaned. “Come on, watch us in the mirror. Just like that. Look how hard you’re holding onto my thigh. Your dick is so big, so purple.” I laughed. “You’re so desperate for me. Say it. Say you’re desperate.”
“I am,” he choked out. “I need you, Master. Need you to breathe,” he whispered, his eyes suddenly shining. Wet. “Need you so fucking bad, Onyx.”
Shit. I stilled. Was he crying? Lucero thrusted inside of me again and stole my thoughts from my head for a moment. When I regained them, I reached out and touched his cheek. Sure enough, they were wet.
“Y-you are insane,” I whispered.
That’s not what I wanted to say. I wanted to scream at him to run, to get away from me. All I would ever do was hurt him. I didn’t know how to love things without breaking them. Not that I had ever been in love before.
Shit, no. That’s not what this is. Right? No, it can’t be.
My chest tightened. “Hold me closer,” I whispered.
“Watch us. Look how you move inside me.” I held onto him as he buried his head against mine and fucked me roughly and slowly all at once.
Every thrust dragged against my walls before he punched up inside of me viciously at the end.
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Lucero, yes. Good boy. Come on,” I begged. “More. I need to feel you.”
He was the desperate one? I was just as bad right now. My nails bit into his shoulders, my toes curling, my platinum blond hair falling into my face. I choked on a scream as he slammed right into my spot.
“Need to cum,” he grunted. “Let me cum, please,” he begged as he watched our reflection, his eyes only on me. They were only ever on me. “Please, Master.”
My cock twitched.
“Jerk me off,” I whispered. “And fill my hole up.”
Lucero lit up. His big hand engulfed my cock.
As he stroked and tugged and toyed, I leaned my head back against the wall once more and came apart.
Heat flooded my hole. I groaned as Lucero grunted, low and deep.
I was right behind him as I spilled small spurts onto my own chest and tummy this time.
Panting, sweating, I gazed at him with my eyes half-lidded.
My body slumped against his as I held on.
Lucero dragged me closer, his nose nuzzled into my hair, taking in the scent of coconut shampoo and exhaustion.
He carried me to bed without a word. Carefully, he laid me down.
I watched as he disappeared, came back with a cloth and washed every inch of me making multiple trips to the bathroom in between so the washcloth stayed warm.
“You don’t have to?—”
“Yes, I do,” he said gently. “It’s my job, bella. I want to be the best husband you’ve ever had.”
My heart clenched. Of course he did.
And I was falling in love with the idiot.