18. Skye
“Give me your keys.”
After I was calm enough to leave the clubhouse, Rogue insisted on bringing me home. I argued that I’d prefer Jez drive me, but he wasn’t having that. My stomach is no longer in knots, and my secret is out. There’s no more hiding.
Rogue unlocks my door, and I lead him into my small apartment. I head to the fridge while Rogue locks the door.
“Do you want a beer?”
“Um… sure.”
After popping the top of the bottle with my opener, I slide it across the counter to him. Rumbling breaks the awkward silence while we drink.
“Interrogation and thoughts of my untimely death have obviously made me famished. Are you hungry? I’m sure torture and mayhem work up an appetite.” I chuckle nervously.
Rogue grimaces. “About that… I?—”
“I get it.” I hold up my hand. “Didn’t like it, but I get it. If someone were stealing from me, I’d want the asshole, too.”
Rogue’s eyes narrow. “We’ll figure out who’s fucking stealing one way or another.”
“So… are you hungry? I can make dinner if you want to stick around for a while.” I pull out all the fixings to make tacos.
“Do you want me to stick around? After what happened?”
“Wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t want you here.” I grab the skillet from the cupboard. “Like I said, I get why you did it. Tacos?”
“One of my favorites.” Rogue walks around the small peninsula to come fully into the kitchen. “What can I do to help?”
“You cook?”
“I know my way around the kitchen,” he jokes, picking up a knife.
I shove the onions toward him, and lucky for me, he obliges and begins chopping. That allows me to avoid red, stingy, watery eyes which I appreciate. We work in comfortable silence, but every once in a while, Rogue’s hand brushes against mine. Shivers rack my body, and I silently pray he doesn’t notice the effect he’s having on me. A knowing smile tugs at his lips, but he doesn’t say anything.
Busted.
As soon as everything is ready, we make our plates and sit down at my small dining table. We eat quietly, not bothering with small talk. After dinner, Rogue takes both of our plates and places them in the sink.
I take a couple more beers out of the fridge and gesture for him to join me on the couch. “I’ll do the dishes later.”
Rogue sits next to me and takes the drink I offer. Instead of taking a sip, he puts it on the end table and wraps his fingers around my wrist to pull me toward him. I tumble forward, my hand landing on his chest.
“Rogue,” I say breathlessly.
He grips my chin and lifts my head up a split-second before his lips descend on mine. All the shit from earlier disappears as I lose myself in his kiss. Rogue’s tongue demands entry, and I gladly open up for him. His mouth dominates me, and I feel at peace for the first time in a long time.
Too bad the feeling doesn’t last long.
Oh, no! Shit… He’s my boss!
I push away from Rogue and scramble to my feet. I pace the length of the living room as Rogues watches me curiously.
“Never got that reaction before.”
“I can’t… we can’t,” I mumble. “He’s the boss. What will people think?”
“Skye, stop,” Rogue commands and I immediately halt my movements and dip my chin. “Come here.”
I inch toward him slowly, and when I’m within reach, he grabs my waist and tugs me onto his lap. “Oompf.”
“Skye, look at me,” Rogue demands when I refuse to meet his eyes. I peek through my lashes, heat spreading across my face from embarrassment. “I’ve been wanting to do that since the first fucking time you walked through my office door.”
“You have?” I ask, surprised.
“When are you gonna learn that I don’t say shit I don’t mean?”
“Sorry.” I lower my head and slowly raise it up until my eyes meet his. “If it’s any consolation, I’ve been wanting to kiss you like that for a long time, too.”
“Good.”
That’s the only warning I get before he attacks my mouth again. Rogue’s fingers trace the side of my breast, and a moan escapes my throat. Feeling brave, I grind down on his hardening cock. Rogue’s eyes snap open.
“Bedroom?” he asks.
“Down the hall, first door on the right.”
He easily rises from the couch, holding me tight in his arms. My legs wrap around his waist as he hurries to find my room. Once we’re inside, I slide down his body and step away from him, my body shaking with nerves. It’s been so long since the last time I had sex. What if I built up this idea of being with Rogue and it’s a disappointment?
I want this man…but can he give me what I crave?
Rogue must sense my hesitancy because he moves slowly until we’re standing toe to toe.
“I want you,” he admits. “I want you so fucking bad, but I need you to know something about me.”
I hold my breath, waiting for him to continue, and my mind races with possibilities. He’s a biker so I highly doubt he’s about to tell me he’s looking for a relationship. Can I handle a one-night stand?
“I don’t want a one-night stand.”
Fuck.
“Didn’t mean to say that out loud,” I mutter.
“I’m a dom, Skye.” His eyes meet mine, and I get lost in their depths. “And you’re a sub.”
I gasp. “How do you kn?—”
“Little things,” he says matter-of-factly. “You dip your head whenever I speak and hold your eyes downcast. And a couple weeks ago, when I told you never to go on a ladder alone again, what did you say?”
“Yes, sir,” I respond automatically.
“Yes, sir,” he repeats, and his pupils dilate. “You like to be dominated… give up control?”
Without thinking, I dip my chin and fold my hands in front of me. “Only in the bedroom, and only with a man I trust.”
“Do you trust me?”
Even after everything that’s happened tonight, I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”
“Good.” He raises his brow. “Safe word?”
“Red.”
“Red?”
“It’s not very original, I know,” I say. “But red means stop so it works.”
“Red is perfectly fine,” he tells me. “Any hard limits?”
“Not really.”
“None at all?”
I think about it for a moment, and a memory surfaces. “No degradation.”
Rogue’s face turns to stone. “Never, and I want the name of any other fucker that thought he could do that to you and get away with it.”
My head whips back and forth. “Only happened once. Thought I’d be okay with it, but I wasn’t. I guess I’m the only one who’s allowed to be hard on myself.”
“That’s fifteen.”
“Fifteen what?”
“Before I answer your question, do you have any more?” When I stare at him with confusion, he clarifies. “Hard limits. Anything else completely off the table?”
“No blood, no needles, no fire, and definitely no sharing or voyeurism.” I pause and take a deep breath. “Can we see how it goes, and if anything bothers me, I can tell you?”
Rogue nods. “Absolutely. Communication is key. If I do something you’re not sure about, say yellow, and we can discuss it. If you absolutely hate it, say red, and we stop. You’re in charge.”
“Okay.”
Rogue’s Clark Kent persona disappears in a flash, and standing before me is a different man. “Take off your clothes,” he orders, his voice deep and his eyes dark with lust.
I start carefully stripping off my shirt and my ripped jeans while Rogue sits on the edge of my bed and removes his boots. Once I’m in nothing more than my lacy bra and matching thong, I cover myself with my hands in an effort to hide any imperfections from his view.
“Stop,” he growls, tugging my hands away from my body. “You never hide from me, got it?” I nod. “Now, take off your bra and panties.”
“Yes, sir.”
Rogue’s breath hitches. “Good girl.”
My insides tingle at the praise. It’s been too long since I’ve felt good about myself, but when he looks at me like he is now, I do. I slide my panties down my legs, stepping out of them. Then I unhook my bra and let the straps fall down my arms before I toss it to the floor. Goosebumps break out all over my body… not from a chill but from the intense way Rogue’s gaze dances across my body. He stands and crooks his finger, beckoning me, and I silently obey.
“Unbuckle my belt and lay it on the bed.”
With shaky fingers, I do as instructed and carefully slide it out of the loops of his jeans before gently laying it down. I eye it cautiously, but Rogue grips my chin softly and drags my attention back to him.
“Remember, you’re in charge. You say ‘red’, and we stop. Now, unbutton my jeans and slide my pants off.”
Following his command, I flick the button, unzip his pants, and tug them down slowly. While I’m occupied with his lower half, he whips off his shirt. The dreams I’ve had about Rogue didn’t do him justice. In his tight black boxer briefs, he could be a replica of a Greek God. His six-pack is well-defined, and the infamous V that some men have, the one that leads to the happy zone, is calling to me like a beacon.
Rogue smirks. “Like what you see?”
“Yes, sir.”
Rogue sits back down on the bed. “Lay on your stomach across my lap.”
“Why?”
Rogue’s brow raises. “Now, Skye.”
I scoot over to him quickly and throw myself over his thighs.
“Wrap your arms around my legs, and do not move them, or I start over.”
“What are you gonna do?” My voice is filled with uncertainty.
“Ssshh,” he whispers, and his breath caresses my back. “I’ve been keeping track in my head. And since you weren’t aware of the punishment, I’ll go easy on you… for now.”
“Punishment?”
“I owe you fifteen spankings.”
I try to sit up, but he holds me in place. “You can’t spank me!”
“Are you gonna say your safe word?’’
Will I? I don’t know. My experience with doms is limited.
“Why does the punishment have to be you hitting me?”
“Not hitting… spanking,” he corrects. “And because you’ve put yourself down multiple times today, and I don’t like it. Keep it up, and you’ll end up over my knee.”
“I haven’t been spanked since I was a kid.”
“This will be different,” he says huskily. “Trust me.”
“Fine.” The word barely leaves my mouth before his hand lands on my ass. I cry out, but it’s from the shock more than anything.
“One,” Rogue says calmly. “How are you doing?”
“Okay, I guess. It wasn’t so bad,” I sass. Three more whacks in quick fluid succession follow. “Ow!”
Tender hands lightly glide over my burning flesh before more slaps rain down. By the time Rogue calls out ten, tears are streaking down my cheeks, but something is building inside me. He pushes my legs open and runs his finger up and down my slit. I shift my hips, trying to get relief, but before I can get the ache satisfied, he rains down the last five. The stress of the past few weeks begins to seep from my bones. Rogue sits me up and holds me gently.
“You did great. How do you feel?” he asks softly.
“Good, real good.” In fact, I feel freer than I have in a long time. Need is bubbling up inside me, and I rub myself over his length.
He swats my ass again. “Do you need to come, Skye?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Soon enough. On your knees,” he commands, and I obey without thought. “Take out my cock and put your hands behind your back when you’re done.” I carefully release him from the confines of his boxers before clasping my hands behind my back. “I’m gonna feed you my dick, and you’re gonna take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”
I nod enthusiastically. He coats my lips with his precum.
“Open.”
Even my mouth obeys his every command. He thrusts inside my mouth quickly and wraps his hands in my hair as his hips move with precision. Luckily, I don’t have a gag reflex, and I swallow him down the back of my throat.
“You’re made for sin,” he groans.
I moan around his length in appreciation as I feel him swell.
“I’m gonna come. Do you wanna swallow me down, or do you want me to pull out?”
With my mouth full, I can’t speak, so I suck him harder in response. He coats my tongue, and I gulp down everything he gives me. Before he pulls out, I lick him clean.
Rogue helps me to my feet and urges me toward the bed. When the back of my legs hit the mattress, I sit. He grabs his belt and wraps it around my wrists until they’re secure. Rogue picks me up bridal style and lays me back down in the middle of the bed.
“Arms over your head and don’t move, or I stop.” He teases my nipple with his tongue until it’s a stiff peak and then moves to the other, applying the same torture.
I throw my arms over my head, not wanting to give him a reason to stop. I hum as he trails a path to my neck and nibbles on my flesh. His hands roam over my body but never touch my core. Rogue knows where I want him, where I need him, but he takes his sweet time touching me any and everywhere else.
“Rogue, please,” I beg, and immediately, he stops.
“Who’s in charge?”
“You are, sir.”
“That’s right,” he agrees. “Now let me feast on my prize.”
Rogue sucks and nibbles all the way down my body, slowly nudging my legs apart as he goes. He slides his shoulders in between my knees to hold them open. I’m fully exposed and squirm from the intensity of his stare.
Crack!
A stinging sensation spreads across my inner thigh.
What the fuck?
“Ouch!”
“Quit fidgeting.”
I will myself to hold still, but it feels like an eternity until his face dips down, and his hot breath dances across my pussy. I’m panting so hard I think I’m gonna pass out. Rogue’s tongue jets out, and he licks my slit. I groan and almost come from that alone.
A man possessed, he feasts on my clit while simultaneously pushing two fingers inside me. I explode, drenching his fingers.
“You’re so responsive. But you weren’t supposed to come until I said you could.”
“That wasn’t in the rules,” I pant.
“You’re right it wasn’t.” He grins and attacks me again.
He pulls away right before I can detonate again and sits back on his calves. He grabs his jeans and pulls out a condom before slipping it on quickly.
“Tell me you want this,” he growls, his voice pleading. “If we do this, you’re mine—no one else’s. I’m the only one who will bring you pleasure.”
“I want this,” I say with conviction, and I really do. I’ve wanted this man from afar for two years.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast,” he says with finality. “This is my pussy.”
That’s the only warning I get before he slams into me, not giving me time to adjust to his size. Rogue is the biggest man I’ve had, but the pain mixed with pleasure has me meeting him thrust for thrust.
The only sounds in the room are our groans of pleasure and the slapping of flesh on flesh. Sweat slicks our skin which only adds to the explosion building between us.
I feel the loss immediately when he suddenly pulls out, but it’s short-lived because I’m suddenly flipped onto my stomach and pulled up onto my knees. Rogue plunges himself to the hilt, and I swear he’s deeper than before. He reaches around and pulls me into his chest before massaging my clit.
He uses his free hand to wrap his fingers around my throat, and my breath comes in shallow bursts. Haze clouds my vision, and blackness threatens to take me under.
“Come, Skye!” he shouts. “Come, now.”
Rogue grips my neck tighter, and that’s all it takes for my body to follow his command. I detonate around his cock as I shout out my release. He moves both hands to my hips, and his fingers dig into my flesh. I’m sure I’ll be bruised tomorrow, but it’ll be worth it. He picks up speed, and with one last brutal thrust, he holds me close as he grunts out his orgasm.
When we’re both spent, Rogue falls on top of me, his weight crushing me. He rolls onto his side, taking me with him. He unfastens my hands from their binds before getting up and disposing of the condom. As soon as he returns, he scoops me back into his arms.
“We’re definitely doing that again.”
Rogue has officially ruined me for all other men, so I hope he meant it when he said I was his.