Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Lucinda
Break my heart. We were beyond heartbreak. I was enraged.
And confused.
“I know you have a lot of emotions running through your pretty head and all of them are valid, but I think we owe it to each other to work through them and see where we end up.”
“End up?”
“Yes, Lucinda.” I reached for her hand. She flinched and dropped her feet back onto the floor.
“Despite what war you’ve got going on in your head the one thing that these last five days proved was how much we belong together.” I let the weight of my words sink in, giving her a few minutes to work the inevitable conclusion in her mind.
I had no doubt Lucinda was mine. I just had to allow her to reach the same conclusion.
“We belong together?” She stood back up. “I don’t know why I don’t call the cops right now and have you arrested for assault.”
Getting her on board might take a little more convincing than I thought.
“Assault?”
“You touched me without permission.”
“I had full consent, in writing, to touch you and do other things to you.” I stood up. “You said it yourself at the end of our first scene. Everything’s on the table.”
“But that’s when I thought you were Marcus.”
“True, but who is Marcus to you?”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s just some nameless, faceless man you met on a BDSM-themed cruise.”
I stepped forward. “Everything we did was negotiated and you had safewords and fully knew how to make the scene stop.”
“Would you have stopped?”
“Of course.” I tugged at my collar. “I abided by your consent, your limits and your safewords, just like we agreed upon.”
She retreated into the living room. I followed.
“I agreed to all of those things with Marcus, not you.”
“The first scene, maybe.” I nodded. “But I venture to say it wasn’t much different than a random scene you’ve had as a house sub. The next two scenes where very much negotiated with me.” I held my hand over my heart.
“I…”
I stood in front of her.
“I suspect your confusion comes from how much your body enjoys our scenes. How you gave yourself over to me so freely.” I pushed a stray hair out of her face. “You went into subspace much quicker in our first scene then I would have predicted. Beautiful.”
She crossed her arms over her chest.
“The way you came so freely and openly with me.” I cupped her cheek. “Deep down you craved it. My touch. You wanted more. You asked me for more.”
“Then why didn’t you give me what I wanted?” she whispered.
“I wanted to.” I uncrossed her arms and leaned in. “I wanted so much to fuck you. Hear you, feel you, taste you, but I did hold back.”
“Why?”
“Because when I fuck you, the first time I slid my cock into your sweet tight pussy, I want to stare into your beautiful eyes.” I cupped her cheek.
“I want to see your eyes grow wide as you feel me deep inside you. I want to take in the desire, pleasure, pain and fear in your eyes as I take what’s always belonged to me.
I want to see the tears spring to your eyes and fall down your checks as you come around my cock.
I want to come inside you or pull out and mark you with my seed. ”
“Stop.” She pushed me back and stepped around me and across to the other side of the room. A couch between us wouldn’t keep me from her.
“You are mine, Lucinda.” I sat on the edge of the couch, my arms crossed over my chest.
“I was yours.” Her nostrils flared and the rage had returned. “I was completely yours. On my eighteenth birthday I was ready to give myself to you.”
“And I was more than willing to take you.” I chuckled. “Fuck Lucinda, why do you think I stopped coming around so often back then?” I dropped my arms. “I didn’t trust myself around you. You tempted me and tested my resolve without even trying.”
I spotted the tiny hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth.
“Hell, every time you got yourself into trouble I came running.”
“And, why do you think I got into so much trouble?” She tilted her head.
“Because you knew I would always be there for you.”
“Until you weren’t.” The pain in her eyes returned.
She dropped onto the couch. I slide off the edge and sat next to her.
“My dad told me about why you left.”
“What did he tell you?”
“That’s you had to leave because of the money you stole and staying could have put me in danger and he didn’t want that for me.” She picked at the couch cushion.
“The money I stole?” What had Jack told her?
“Yeah, you had some business deal with a Columbian cartel that went bad and the FBI made you work with them to shut the cartel down.”
“Lucinda.” I shifted to face her. “I understand your father wanting to protect you, but whatever story he spun to appease you is just not true.”
“What do you mean?”
“I didn’t steal any money from the company. He did.”
She blinked a few times.
“The cartel wasn’t dealing with me, it was him.” Fuck. I hated to shatter her image of her perfect father, but I was done taking the blame for his sins.
“It was my connections with the FBI that allowed the issues to resolve the way they did. I was so pissed off, still am, at your father for putting your life and future in jeopardy. I came to him when you were seventeen and told him I would help him but that I was taking you away. He agreed to my demands, but he asked me to wait until you were eighteen. It was the hardest year of my life.”
“If what you’re saying is true,” She turned to look at me. “I get why you left, but I don’t understand why you never came back.”