Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Shane
Carrie reads my mind too well as she brushes her thumb over my cheekbone. “Shane, we started out as adversaries, but we aren’t anymore. It took a while for me to come around, but I get it now. This is where I’m supposed to be, and I have no reason to lie about that.”
“Are you sure?”
Her chin jerks back. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Nothing.” I shake my head.
“No, it means something. You wouldn’t have said it if it didn’t. What’s that supposed to mean, Shane? Do you think I’m leading you on because I’ve changed my target to your family? Do you think this is the same act I pulled with Bartlomiej?”
I study her for only a second before I speak with resolve. “No, I don’t believe that, and I don’t believe you want my help just because you have nowhere else to turn. I believe this is real, but you can’t fault me for the questions running through my mind. We’re still getting to know each other, and this is a rocky way to begin a relationship. You could just as easily wonder if I’m using you to gain information about the feds’ plans for my family. But I think you know I’m not, so I know you’re not using me, either. I’m sorry I had even a second of doubt.’”
“It’s all right. I admit I’ve had a moment or two of the same fear, so I can’t hold it against you that you do, too. I’d wonder why neither of us doubted this relationship if it didn’t happen at least once. I want you to know the few things I did with him weren’t exactly under duress, but I knew if I didn’t, I risked his temper. I risked blowing the entire mission. I never enjoyed it.”
I want to ask her if he made her come, but I might lose my mind if the answer is yes.
“Shane, I don’t know if other people read your thoughts, but I’m pretty sure I’m reading them. I faked it every time. I know you and Bartlomiej do similar things, but nothing about your personality reminds me of him. Just the opposite. You couldn’t be further apart, and that’s why I have feelings for you and never did for him.”
She leans in for a kiss, and I give it to her. It’s a quick, gentle peck, and then I’m back to the promised land. She scoots even closer to the edge, so it’s basically just her tailbone on the dresser, and her hands brace herself once again. I lick her with tantalizingly slow motion. She tries to dig her heels into my back, but I tighten my hold on her thighs, warning her I decide, just like I’ve said so many times. There will be opportunities for her to lead the way, but this isn’t one of them. It’s not because I’m a complete control freak. I still want this to be for her. Yeah, I want to get off, but not before she does a few times.
I suck on her clit, flicking it over and over with the tip of my tongue. From her moans, I discover this is something she likes. I’m tucking that away for later and making it part of my arsenal. I ease a finger into her, knowing it won’t be nearly enough to satisfy her, but that’s not the goal. The goal right now is to torment her, and I can tell it’s working. She rocks her hips, and the dresser vibrates, clacking against the wall.
It’s a good thing I don’t have neighbors with an adjoining wall; otherwise, there’d be no doubt what’s going on here.
“Daddy, may I come?”
“Yes, cailín. Come on my tongue.”
With a long moan, she can’t help but press her calves against my back as her thighs squeeze the sides of my head. It’s obvious she’s a runner from the strength. It’s like she puts my head in a vise, but I don’t mind. Knowing she’s getting off is everything to me.
When she sighs, and I know her orgasm’s done, I thrust three fingers into her. When she gasps and clutches my shoulders, she leans forward. It’s an involuntary reaction. Her right hand goes to the back of my head, pressing me closer as my lips go back to her clit, but I pull away.
“Hands behind you, no touching.”
“Please, just let me touch some part of you.”
“Oh, you are, little one. My tongue and my fingers are definitely touching you.”
“That’s not what I mean, and you know it. Shane, I really need this right now.”
I shift my focus and meet her imploring gaze. This is a different type of connection she needs between us. It’s not just about receiving physical pleasure, and I get it because this is so much more than just that. I reach my free hand out to her, grasping her wrist and giving it a gentle tug. When she brings it forward, I entwine our fingers together.
I observe her the entire time, and I know this is exactly what she needs. I didn’t realize how much I needed it, too. A sense of calm settles over me, and I’ve never felt more like I have a partner in all of this. I continue to work her pussy, rubbing my thumb over her clit as the three fingers stroke her g spot. I continue to lock gazes with her.
It’s intoxicating watching the different expressions flash across her face in a way I never cared about in my past. Before Carrie, it was about getting a woman off and getting myself off. Yeah, I wanted them to enjoy every moment, and BDSM—which is what I always preferred—is about far more than just orgasms. There’s a give and take—but in the end—in my situation—it boiled down to domination and submission, not romance or lasting emotional connections. This is exactly what I want with Carrie. I want our connection to last well beyond me finger fucking her.
“Daddy, may I come again?”
“So soon, little one?”
“Yes, Daddy. I can’t help it. Too much pent-up lust for you.”
She smiles, but I know she’s concentrating on not coming until she gets my permission. I wait and count to ten before I agree.
“Come for me, Carrie.” She’s quick to follow my instructions. She squeezes my fingers, pushing my wrist into an awkward position, but I know she doesn’t realize it. Once again, her heels dig into my back as her entire body trembles.
“Yes, Daddy.”
The dresser bangs rhythmically, a harmony to her moans. When she’s done, her head tilts back, and I watch her chest rise and fall with each inhale. I let her catch that breath before I lift her with her legs still over my shoulders high enough for me to kiss her pussy. Then I guide one leg down to my waist, then the other.
It proves flexibility I didn’t realize she had. It conjures images of Kamasutra poses that have always intrigued me, but I’ve never successfully tried. A bunch of them I’ve never tried at all. These are things I’ll share only with Carrie. It’s a novel idea. I’m no man whore, but I’m certainly experienced.
“I have more planned, little one. Catch your breath.” I wink.
My brothers, cousins, and I realized all the men of our generation in the Four Families have similar predilections and proclivities. We’re all into BDSM. When the guys and I figured that out, we had a moment of fear the other families could exploit it as our weakness. That’s the last thing we wanted. So, all of us invested and became silent partners in the best sex clubs in the city.
We don’t need our names on the letterheads or anything, but we have the membership lists. We know where all the influential people in New York go to get their rocks off. We know who likes to spank and who likes to be spanked. We’ve bribed more than one government official or investor with those little nuggets of information. They don’t know how we know since our investments are so tangled in the stratosphere nobody can track them back to us. Finn is an amazing accountant. He works miracles down to the last penny. The guy flips if he can’t reconcile an account down to the last five cents.
“I’m guessing I can’t ask what’s next.”
I carry the woman I’ve fallen for to the bed. I put her down on the side where her clothes still are. It’s purposely the side away from the door. She knows I have a gun on me. I haven’t hidden it from her because there’s no point. Not when she usually carries one herself and not when she knows exactly who and what I am.
But even though I know she can defend herself, and even if she had her gun with her, I’d still take her to the far side of the room where I can guard her against anybody who comes in. She will never sleep closer to the door. I will always make myself the target before her. I will always position myself to shoot without her being in the way.
“You can, but you won’t get an answer besides this.”
I snag her bra and give her a devilish smile. I put her hands over her head. I use the straps to bind her wrists above her head and around the bar in the headboard. I’d always liked this bed’s style. I didn’t choose it because I thought about binding a woman to it. That’s just a pleasant benefit.
Some guys in my family have taken women back to their places, and some who’ve had established contracts with subs have gotten apartments for them to meet away from a club and on a neutral ground that wasn’t either person’s primary residence.
I’ve been one who goes to women’s homes I’m involved with. I’ve had steady agreements with two women at the club I belong to, but in no way are they dating or even strictly monogamous. If I go to the club, and they’re there, terrific. If they want to arrange something in advance, wonderful. But they’re free to do as they please, and I’m free to do as I please. Those arrangements ended, but I need to let the women know. Carrie’s the only one I want.
I’m past the age of fucking random women, and I always make sure I take every precaution not to get any of them pregnant and keep myself healthy. So, everything I do here with Carrie is a first time for both of us.
She tilts her head back and looks up at what I’m doing. I wonder if she’s checking for notches in the headboard.
“Carrie, I’ve brought no one home.”
Surprise registers on her face, and I don’t blame her. I’m thirty-two-years-old now, so it must seem odd to her.
“I’ve dated no one seriously since college. Not more than a handful of dates here and there. You can guess my life isn’t conducive to that type of relationship.”
“Yeah, I can see why.
“I want this to be something I only share with you.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
I brush my lips against hers before I pull her legs apart.
“Spread them as wide as you can. I’m going to have to get some toys for us.”
“What?”
“Think about what you’d like.”
“Oh, I already have a list in mind. I’ve had plenty of time for my fantasies, Shane.”
“You’ll have to tell me each and every one, little girl.
“I’ll show you mine if you’ll share yours.”
“Of course. I plan to act out each and every one of them.”
“Promise, Daddy?”
“Promise, cailín . It’s going to take us a long, long time just to get through mine.”
She assesses me for a moment before she nods. Does she understand what I’m implying? That I still believe we have a chance, or at least I want to see if we do.
“Shane, do you really think we can? I want to know before we go any further that if I leave the agency, we’re in this for good. If I give up everything I’ve worked for, for a future with you, do you see the same thing I do?”
“Yes, and I haven’t wanted to suggest that, but you know it’s the only way. You understand why I can’t be the one to leave.”
“I do, and that’s why I’m willing to walk away, even if I didn’t want to at the start. The moment it comes out I’ve had any involvement with you, I’ll lose my job. I’d rather it be on my terms than theirs. We can discuss the details later, Shane, but that’s what I’m leaning toward.”
I sweep my gaze over the beauty in my bed, and I know I would sacrifice anything I could for her without hesitation. There’s something elemental drawing us together. The ideas I had a moment ago seep away. Instead, I no longer want to torment her and make her beg. I think I might be the one begging soon. I tap her pussy before I back up and strip.
My balls and cock thank me. I stroke myself three times before I step closer to the bed. I’m about to climb on when she opens her mouth wide in the only invitation there is.
“You want to suck me off, cailín ?”
“Yes, Daddy. So much.”
“And you think I want it to be over, and that I want to come down your throat?”
“You could.”
“Yes, I could, but I’m not going to. I know how wet you already are. I don’t need you to get my cock wet.
“But you might want me to.” Her smile tells me she knows full well what she’s doing with her seductive words and smile.
The look in her eyes is enough to drive any man wild. She’s close enough to the edge that when she turns her head farther toward me, I slide my cock into her mouth. Her tongue runs the length of it before flicking the tip. She pulls back enough that my cock is still between her lips, but not down her throat. She licks all sides of it, curling her tongue around it in a way that practically makes it look like her tongue’s a bed my cock was always meant to lay on. Then she’s working me for real.
Holy fucking shite.
Nothing has felt like this.
It’s a recurring phrase when I’m with Carrie. Not only do we fit together and are sexually compatible, but the emotions…
At least the ones I feel are so new to me that nothing else compares. I have no frame of reference for anything similar to it. I can only tell how different it is from everything else. I want this feeling to never end. I want this between us.
She sucks me, and my mind goes blank over and over again. She draws me in, and all I concentrate on is the fight not to come. I don’t want it over this soon. Maybe next time I’ll come down her throat, but not this time.
“Carrie, let go.”
She shakes her head and sucks me practically down her throat. I feel her gag reflex, but she doesn’t make a sound. She tries to relax and take me farther. But she can’t before I pull out, and she shoots me a dirty look. She clearly doesn’t agree that I shouldn’t come down her throat.
Instead, I ease her onto her back and climb over her. She spreads her legs again, not having noticed she’d closed them. Her knees bracket my hips as she arches her back, offering me her glorious tits. I gladly suck each one, tugging her nipples between my lips. I give them a quick bite each, making her gasp before my tongue soothes them each time. Then I push up onto my hands and knees, guiding my cock into her. I thrust hard as she lifts her hips higher for me.
I lower myself onto my forearms as I kiss her. We both marvel at the feel as we adjust to each other.
“Shane, that moment when you enter me—it’s nearly enough to make me come.”
I get it, but she looks like she regrets sharing her thoughts. I brush hair away from her temple with my left thumb.
“You can always tell me anything.” I know I can’t say the same for me, but I want her to know I’ll always listen to her.
“It’s always—well, almost always—feels good that moment when it starts. But with you, it’s different. Everything about being with you is different. Everything’s so much—more.”
“I know, little one. I feel the same way, and I have since the start.”
“Me too.”
With a quick kiss, we’re back to moving together. We’re so in sync she’s soon begging to come, but I’m not ready for this first one just yet. I want to keep her working for it.
“You will wait until I tell you, you may come. If you don’t, it will be your last one for today.”
She mewls and shakes her head. “You’re taunting me, and I don’t know if I can last. I’ll try, but my body is not listening to my mind.”
“Then we’ll just have to wait and see what happens.” I smile mischievously at her.
“I think I know exactly what you must have looked like when you were a little boy getting in trouble.”
“Yeah, apparently I haven’t changed.” I waggle my eyebrows.
I thrust into her over and over until I’m on the brink.
“Come, cailín , right now.”
She strains against the bra still around her wrists as her heels press into the bed, lifting her hips to meet each of my thrusts. I surge into her as hard as I dare.
“I’m coming, Daddy. I’m coming.”
I steel myself against blowing my load. I want her to get off at least once more before I do. I keep thrusting even after her hips settle back against the mattress. She looks at me with a fathomless expression.
It makes me want to be the perfect man for her, whatever that means and whatever that takes. I slide my arms beneath her shoulders, my hands hooking over them as I thrust faster.
“Yeah, just like this, Shane. Rough. Really, really rough. Please, I need it.”
“So do I. You’re mine.”
“Are you mine too, Shane?”
“Absolutely. There’s no other way about it.”
Again and again, we move. I know my weight pins her to the bed, but she does her best to move along with me. It’s intoxicating knowing I can make her come repeatedly.
“Daddy, please, may I come again?”
“Yes, whenever you can.”
I thrust in one last time, grinding my pubic bone against her clit. She explodes, her hands fisting and un-fisting. I pull out, and she screams. I don’t even stroke myself before my cum squirts across her tits, giving her a pearl necklace. Before I’m done, I surge into her again, spilling the rest of my cum inside her. I’ve marked her as thoroughly as I can. But one of these days, I’ll fuck her in the arse too, and she’ll truly know she’s mine.
“Carrie, that was remarkable. I can’t describe the experience because my mind is blank. You wiped every coherent thought from it.”
We pant as we gaze at one another. As rough as that was a moment ago, now there’s tenderness. I never imagined I had a tender bone in my body. Maybe I’m a changed man.