Chapter Four
Boudreaux
She smelled divine.
With the love of his life captured in his arms, everything felt right again.
Even the desecration of his ass earlier seemed…
necessary. Exposing vulnerability and his willingness to submit might have played a part in being here now, but he needed to believe the biggest influence in their present situation was Violet’s own hibernating desire.
There was no doubt she was more than ready for him—hot, so fucking wet, and ridiculously tight.
If he was a fanciful man, he’d almost believe there’d been no other men in her life during their separation, but that was just wishful thinking; younger Violet had been alluring, but this mature, curvaceous version of her?
Downright irresistible.
If the men in Denver hadn’t bedded her, there was something wrong with them.
Running his nose up the side of her neck, he chuckled as a shiver rippled through her body, inside and out.
The muscles cradling his cock sucked at his length, desperate and greedy.
He licked the bite mark he’d left only minutes ago, pleased with the indents and rising bruise, then sealed his mouth over it, mimicking the action of her cunt.
He felt the cry gather inside her, suckled harder when she repressed it.
Once, he’d spent hours edging her. Teasing her over and over, bringing her to the very peak of orgasm only to let it fall out of reach.
By the time he finally bent her over the sawhorse and fucked her, she’d been breathless, babbling…
an incoherent, sweaty, floppy mess that came as soon as he rammed to the hilt inside her silken pussy.
He got those same frantic vibes now even though she was concealing her need.
There were going to be consequences for what happened here; he wasn’t fool enough to believe one rough fuck against the wall was going to be sufficient to bridge the chasm between them.
In all likelihood, once they were done, she’d return to her bitchy, ice queen persona for the rest of the damn month.
All he could hope for was that some of the ice thawed.
“Hard, Mistress?” he asked, barely lifting his mouth from her skin. “Soft? Slow?”
When she didn’t give him an answer, he rolled his hips, pulling his cock out only to slam it back in. A choked-off yelp made his lips curve. “I’m trying to be compliant with your wishes, Bennie. How does my Mistress want to be fucked?”
Her beautiful ass jerked back at him. Her voice was tight, controlled, with an unmistakable edge when she uttered five glorious little words. “Like a bitch in heat.”
“Wish granted.” Banding the arm around her waist tighter, he brought their joined hands across her torso to pin her back to his chest as he spun around and carted her to the couch.
Draping her over the arm, he released her hand to gather her hair in his fist, wrapping the dark length around his wrist until it pulled taut at the roots.
Violet gasped, head tilting back to alleviate the sting.
“Breeding you was always at the top of my list,” he told her, rocking into her, building momentum. “Filling you with my cum, waiting for it to take root, for your belly to swell and blossom. A kink, yes, but I’ve wanted to make a family with you more than anything else.”
“Never,” she ground out.
Reaux didn’t bother to correct her aloud; it would only start an argument, and he was drowning in heaven right now. They could bicker over it later, when her frozen mask was back in place as a defense. “I want a brood, Bennie. Five, maybe six. All as beautiful as their mama.”
Her pussy clenched hard around him as he thrust. “You’re delusional.”
Not bothering to deny it—it was yet another argument for later—he let the rhythm of his hips take over, pounding her into couch. The sweet sound of flesh smacking flesh filled the room, battling with the wet, sloppy sounds of her grateful pussy welcoming him home with every punch of his pelvis.
Letting him come earlier was going to bite her in the ass, he mused, biting back a smile. Perhaps she was under the assumption his stamina wasn’t as lasting as it had been, or maybe she’d just forgotten that, when it came to her, he was a fucking machine—literally, figuratively, metaphorically.
When Violet was near him, he felt like a teenager again, raring to go just from a whiff of her scent, the briefest brush of her hand, a scathing glance from those gorgeous eyes.
Little moans were starting to sneak through her panting breaths, encouraging his hips to thrust faster, his fist to tighten in her hair. There was no love here, he understood that. Raw, primal fucking was the demand, and he was happy to fulfil it to the best of his ability.
It didn’t take him long to realize that while she was experiencing pleasure, she wasn’t coming apart. Before, railing her this way ensured she orgasmed prolifically, but so far… a little internal quiver, an intense spasm, nothing overwhelming.
Her back was tense, her fingers curling against the couch cushions.
Slowly, Reaux wound down his pace until he was barely moving inside her. What was throwing her off kilter? Loosening his grip on her hair, he let it unwind, then stroked his hand down the tight muscles along her spine.
“Did I tell you to stop?” she demanded, lifting her head to glower at him over her shoulder.
He glared right back. “Something’s wrong.”
A flash of truth flashed in her eyes before she rolled them and huffed out a disgusted breath. She tried to push up and wriggle out from under him, but he had her sufficiently pinned. “Your standards have dropped, Boudreaux. Let me up, I need a shower.”
No, he decided, they needed a bed. Casual sex was all well and good; this used to be their kind of rendezvous, unless they were in a scene.
Did she need more than that for their first time together after such a long break?
Could she be hiding insecurities beneath the perfection of her Mistress mask?
Well, there was only one way to find out.
Easing out of her, pleased with her sharp hiss of breath and the way her pussy clung to his shaft, he scooped her up before she made a break for it and delayed the inevitable.
He ignored her cute little growl of admonishment and, applying the room map of his own accommodations, headed to where he hoped he’d find the bedroom.
“I’m not in the mood anymore, Fontenot.”
“Tell that to your pussy,” he replied easily. “She’s leaking juices all over the damn place.”
“Crass,” she muttered. “Put me down.”
Luckily, he managed to find his destination without too much effort; her fragrance lured him there from the hallway like a cartoon dog following the scent of a freshly baked pie.
He strode over to the bed, dropped Violet down on her back, then gripped her left thigh and pushed it up and to the side, opening her wide.
Pinning her hands to the bedspread above her head in his free one—without much of a fight from her—Reaux notched his cock back against the entrance to heaven and rammed home in one brutal thrust.
No tension in her back now, he thought smugly as she arched beneath him with a scream.
No restraint, no self-control holding her back.
He hammered into her, changing the angle of his penetration until he felt her leg kick straight and she fought to free her wrists.
“Good job, Bennie. Tell me where you want it to hurt.”
“Goddamn you, Boudreaux.”
When she averted her eyes, he tsked sternly. “What is my rule?”
Her fingers curled into claws. “You’ve got one job—”
Steel edged his tone. “I’ll fuck you how I see fit, Violet.
I know you, don’t forget. Know how you like it, what it takes to make you come.
” He bent his head and swiped his tongue over the hollow of her throat, tasting the sweat starting to slicken her skin.
“We can stay here all day until you answer the question.”
She wanted to hurt him; he felt the violence bubbling inside her, the resentment that he could reduce her back to submissiveness without too much persuasion. The fear that he was going to ruin her perfectly crafted life here in the middle of fucking nowhere.
Feeling his own anger rise, Reaux pounded into her harder, driving his hips at a furious pace.
She was his queen, for fuck’s sake. The one woman put on this earth specifically for him, the only woman who deserved to stand beside him and bask in the glow of adoration from the empire he’d built for her.
He hitched her thigh higher, plundering her pussy deeply enough to strike the sensitive end, and growled, “Answer me.”
Barely able to catch her breath through the brutal volley of thrusts, Violet’s gaze flicked to his, full of fire and brazen emotions. “Eyes.”
“Good girl.” It was a snarl. “Keep them on me.”
“F-Fuck—”
“Me. Yes, I know.” Now she’d given him those dark gifts, he made sure to hold her gaze, even as that fire burned into his brain, flooding his veins with heat. It throbbed through them, searing his arteries, scorching his blood, setting his body alight.
Fuck, he’d missed her.
Shifting his hips again and again, he pounded into her until he found the right angle.
She cried out, trying to twist her pelvis to avoid the pleasure, but she roused an insane obsession within him when she attempted to deny what he was giving her.
When her pussy spasmed, the muscles rippling around his cock, he rode her harder, focusing on that one beautiful spot designed to make her fall apart at the seams.
He plunged into her again and again, hammering his cock back and forth over that trigger point until she clamped down on him and broke. Her neck arched, the pulse in her slender neck bouncing beneath her skin, and the orgasm ripped through her like lightning, powerful and cruel.