Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Lucinda
His version of events rang truer than my dad’s spin. My dad loved me, but he had made decisions before without my well-being in mind. The way he’d taken me from my mother had never been about what was best for me and all about what looked better for him.
The hurt in Zach’s voice hit me in the gut. He felt betrayed by my father—his best friend—all over again.
“You’re right.” Zach stood up and paced in front of me.
“Staying away wasn’t about protecting you from your father and his sins.
I wanted you to have a life. I was thirty-five at time.
You were so young and had your whole life ahead of you.
I wanted you to do things and have experiences you wouldn’t have had a chance to have while being tied to me. ”
“What? Once I’m yours I’ll no longer have a life of my own?”
“Well.” He smirked. “I am a possessive Dom, Lucinda.” He chuckled. “If you didn’t understand it back then, you certainly know it now.”
Fuck him for being so fucking gorgeous.
“I’m not as sweet and innocent as I was when I was eighteen.” I stood in front of him. “I’m not the same person you left. You don’t know me.”
“Lulu.” He placed a hand behind my neck and squeezed. “I know you.”
My knees went weak. “But I wasn’t into BDSM back then. I wasn’t a submissive.”
“And, yet, here we are.” He shrugged. “Thank god we have those things in common.”
“You were in the community back then?”
“I was.”
“Did my dad know?” I covered my mouth. “My dad wasn’t…”
He opened his mouth to answer.
“Never mind. I don’t want to know.”
“Okay, but in reference to how much you have changed,” Zach tilted his head, “back then you were just as submissive, you just didn’t know what to call it.
Your submissive spirit was one of the many things that drew me to you.
It’s not a surprise you found your way to a BDSM club.
You were seeking someone to make you feel the way I made you feel.
Someone to reward you for your submission.
It was a high you sought after time and time again and it brought you back to me. ”
We stood in silence for a while. The sexy Dominant was now giving me a choice to make.
“I need time, Zach.”
“You are mine, Lucinda.” His demanding tone sent a chill through me. But then his face softened. “But I can give you time.” His hands dropped to his side.
Disappointment flooded my system.
“But, first.” Zach stepped into my space. I stumbled back and he caught me. “I just have to—Oh, fuck it.”
He placed his hands on either side of my head and drew me toward him.
His lips landed on mine. The kiss was hot and hard and demanding.
My instinct was to fight. I pushed at his chest. I didn’t want him.
This man of questionable morals demanding blind devotion.
He’d had his chance and been too scared to take it.
Then when he did take it, it was on terms he’d invented, in his own mind, to justify his actions.
No, this was not the man who’d looked out for me and protected me, even from myself. Back then we’d made sense, but too much time had passed, and the events of the last few days were wrong on so many levels.
No, I didn’t want him.
The lie lived in my head for a millisecond before my rational side shut down and gave way to my submissive side who always responded to her Dom in the only way she knew how.
I stopped fighting and instead wanted to please him. My Zach, my Dom. The kiss was just the beginning.
Zach’s muscles tensed as she scooped me into his arms, my fingers already clawing at the fabric of his shirt, desperate to feel skin. The leather couch creaked beneath us as he lowered us down. My hands fumbled for his belt buckle, but his palm slid between my thighs and I froze.
The possessive hold made me melt into the couch. I had fantasied this moment so many times. Visions of Zach hovering over me before sliding inside of me, making me scream his name.
“I am sure in your mind you envisioned our first time would be some sensual romantic fantasy where I make love to you, taking my time to give you exactly what you deserve. Cherishing you. My precious Lulu.”
He cupped my chin. It sounded nice. All of it sounded sweet and he was right, it was what I’d fantasied at one point in my life.
“But, right now, I need to be inside of you.” He pushed my panties to the side and plunged two fingers inside of me. “You’re so wet for me already, Lucinda.”
I threw my head back, grinding on his fingers. He rubbed my clit in tiny circles. My insides seized and I cried out as I came all over his hand.
“That’s my girl.” He removed his fingers and worked on releasing himself. “Next time, ask for permission.”
I barely registered what he said before he took his cock out and stroked it. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He was beautiful.
“I want to take you bare.”
“I’m clean. I was tested before the boat and the only one who’s touched me is you.”
“I’m clean too.”
He stroked himself a few more times and leaned down to rub his cock through my wetness, coating himself in my juices. He settled at my entrance. I closed my eyes, waiting for him to slide inside of me. But he didn’t.
“Lucinda.”
“Yes, Sir.” My eyes popped open.
“Did you forget already?” He tsked. “My sub needs to work on her memory. Eyes on me, Lucinda. Watch me fuck you. My precious sub.”
Zachariah
Lucinda’s lip quivered. She let out a whimper and her eyes watered. My sweet Lulu.
While her body responded to my dominant words, her brain was having a hard time catching up.
“Oh, Lulu.” I rubbed my cock through her folds, tapping on her clit to bring her back to the brink of pleasure. She arched into me, but her arms remained by her side. She had yet to reach out for me. To touch me. Was my sweet Lulu afraid or me?
I released myself, leaned back and flopped on the couch. I loved that hint of fear in a sub’s eyes, trepidation typically got me off. With Lucinda, it made me second-guess everything.
She was a sub, and she would do her duty, but it wasn’t the same as on the boat. I didn’t want to take anything from her; I wanted to give her what she needed. And at the moment, she needed my understanding.
“W-what’s wrong?” She pushed herself up. “Why did you stop?”
“Lucinda.” I caressed her cheek, and she leaned into it. It was a good sign. “I missed you.”
She blinked and stared.
“And, I did show up for your birthday, you just didn’t see me.” I tapped her nose laid my hand on her thigh. “You looked stunning in that purple dress.”
“You could have seen photos on Insta.”
“No, Lucinda.” I squeezed. “I thought you would feel me watching you. You stood outside with your father discussing me, I assumed. You were shivering and he took his jacket off and placed it on your shoulders. I so wanted to be the one to keep my Lulu warm.”
“Then why did you leave?” She leaned forward. “You didn’t even say goodbye.”
“I knew if I spoke to you, I’d never be able to leave.” I slid my hand up her thigh. “Not without having you for myself, and once I had a taste of your sweetness, I wouldn’t be able to let you go.”
“Why didn’t you ask?”
“Ask what, sweetheart?”
“For me to come with you.”
It had occurred to me. Of course it had, but then I would be taking her away from everything she knew. It had been better I didn’t.
“I couldn’t have asked you to come with me.”
“Why not?” she huffed.
“Because you would have said yes.”
She pushed my hand away and stood up. I wrapped an arm around her waist and sat her back down.
“Leave.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?” She pushed her hair out of her face.
“I already told you. Once I had a taste, I wouldn’t be able to let you go.” I leaned in to kiss her and stiffened. “I can’t let you go, Lucinda. Not now. Not ever.”
I plunged my tongue in her mouth and explored. Slow, but firm. By sheer will, I coaxed her to let me in.
And she did.
I pulled back a little to make sure I wasn’t pushing her too hard. If I had to prove myself to Lucinda all over again, I was willing to do it. Whatever she needed. She chased me, crawling onto my lap, straddling me and lifting herself to take control of the kiss.
Her hand went to the side of my face, tilting my head. She nibbled on my bottom lip as her hand explored down my neck to my chest. She reached one hand between us and gripped my shaft. It was still hard. She lifted herself, then kissed me deeply as she sank onto my hardness.
She growled in my mouth, lifted herself and dropped back down.
God, she felt so tight. So good.
I lifted my arms to help, but she pushed them down and held them as she bounced on my cock. Her face scrunched as she took her pleasure from me. She bit down on my bottom lip and then pulled back. I licked my lip and tasted blood. She grinned and continued riding me.
“Lucinda.” I groaned.
She covered my mouth with her hand. I bit her palm. She pulled it back and stared at it and then back up at me.
“Ask for permission first.”
The anger in her voice made my chest tighten. I had hurt her. She wanted permission to forgive me or even the score.
“Before I come?”
“Before you do anything to me.” She lifted and sat down hard.
“Fuck. Lucinda.” Jesus, this girl was going to kill me.
“Before you touch me.” She rocked her hips in a steady rhythm. “Before you taste me.” She slid her fingers between us and wiped her juicing across my lips. I sucked on my bottom lip. “You want my submission, you need to ask for it first. It’s not yours to take!”
Oh, fuck if this new Lucinda wasn’t the epitome of perfection. She lulled me into a trance. My head dropped back on the couch.
“No.” She smacked me across the face. “Eyes on me.”
The whole world stopped. I stared into her eyes. She tried to remain brave. But I saw it. The moment she was about to run.
I was one step ahead of her. I grabbed her arms and sat up. She pushed back, but I was faster and stronger and she was no match for me. I kicked the coffee table, and it slid across the carpet. I fell to the ground with her still impaled on my cock.
She cried out from the jolt and then came at the same time, her pussy spasming around my member.
I covered her mouth and pressed down on her throat.
Heryou ha eyes grew wide. The fear, I could taste it and smell it.
I pounded into her, hitting her deep and hard with all I had.
She met each thrust. Through her muffled screams of pleasure, she cried out and came again.
In the violent way I took her, she found her pleasure.
I couldn’t have been prouder.
I felt the tingle in my spine and knew I was close. But something held me back. My release remained just out of reach.
I removed my hand from her neck, moving it to cover her heart.
“I’m asking for it.”
Her eyes blinked and searched around as if finally seeing me for the first time in forever.
“I want it all, Lucinda.” I leaned down and laid a soft kiss on her lips. “But only when you are ready to give it to me.”
“If,” she whispered.
“When.” I was putting the ball back in Lucinda’s court, but she had no option, she was mine.
I meant it. I was never letting her go.
She covered my hand with hers and stared into my eyes.
My hips rocked on their own. Our bodies smacked together.
“Can you give me one more, Lucinda?”
“Was that a question?”
The hint of amusement made my dick twitch.
“I missed playing with my sweet Lulu,” I said in a cheeky voice I knew she’d remember.
Her throat constricted.
I pulled all the way out and pressed back into her, slow and steady. I pinned her down, fucking her through the floor to get deep inside of her. I wanted her to remember. I wanted to leave my mark on her, give her all of me. I expected nothing less from her.
“Now, Lucinda.” I grunted and released inside of her.
She screamed through her own orgasm, her eyes confused before they closed.
Her body spasmed and squeezed me, her energy focused on where we connected.
I collapsed on her side and wrapped myself around her.
We were both fully clothed, a tangled mess.
I couldn’t hold her close enough. She ripped open my shirt and placed her cheek on my bare chest.
I cradled the back of her head and kissed her.
“I’ve got you, Lulu.” I kissed her again.
She answered me in the most appropriate way by whispering, “Thank you, Sir.”