Chapter 25
CHAPTER 25
Diesel and Viper showed up two hours later, coming in behind Hank, Warcloud, Catori, and Jace. They dealt with the two want to be killers and got them identified.
Jace took the liberty of calling his grandfather who stated he’d never seen either man in his life. Catori stated she recognized one of them as someone that ran with Anam, which confirmed Diesel, Viper and Hank’s theory that the women pushed a huge button with the Alberty’s, and they were taking them out for threatening his plans.
“How much further out is our guests?” Hank asked, looking between Diesel and Viper.
Diesel pulled out her phone and looked at the message that had just come in. “They should be here in the next thirty minutes. Gives me time to run up and grab a quick shower.”
“Guests?” Warcloud asked, looking between Hank and Diesel in confusion.
“Yes. The rest of their team is enroute. They state they have some intel for the team that couldn’t be relayed over the phone,” Hank haphazardly explained to Warcloud.
“What intel?” Jace asked, going to attention quickly.
“We don’t know yet. I know my Sgt. If it’s important enough they can’t relay over the phone, then it’s serious,” Diesel advised over her shoulder as she walked away from the group.
Diesel walked into the room and started grabbing the things she needed out of her suitcase for her shower. When she turned around, she noticed Viper was standing in the doorway, his eyes closed as he regained his emotions from the day they had.
She knew today shook him badly. Today his control had been tested more than normal.
While he knew her job could be dangerous with what they did, he wasn’t normally privy to what was going on until it was too late and by then, she was standing in front of him. By then, he was able to see and know she was ok and unharmed in those situations.
This one, like LA, was too close to home for him. She knew he would have blamed himself if she had been harmed.
Diesel knew that Viper needed the control. He craved it.
She loved to please him, but she also loved displeasing him more. She loved it when he would growl and get bossy even more.
Diesel dropped to her knees, bowing her head. “Is this what you want, Dean? My submission?”
He slowly approached her and didn’t say anything. The silence thick between them as he traced the lines of her shoulders before finally tilting her head up so their eyes met, “I want you to want this. I’m not going to take it. You understand that’s how this relationship works?”
She nodded but he gripped her chin. “Words, Cheryl. I need your words.”
“Yes,” She managed to breathe, her thighs clenching together.
She loved every part of Viper, but when he got into his domineering mode, there was something extra hot when he had control.
His large hands trained down her shirt to the valley of her breasts, feeling the heavy beating of her heart. “You’re excited, Cheryl, but I need you to listen. Since you’re still new to this, you need to use the color system. Green means go. Yellow means slow down. Red is full stop. Do you understand?”
Her nipples peaked, he was so close to where she wanted him, just another brush of his fingers. “I understand.”
She always thought a normal love life meant dinner, movies and that sort of thing. But with each domineering step he took, his footfalls heavy as he traced the lines of her shoulders, she grew more and more wet between her thighs.
Knowing this was exactly what she needed. He was what she needed.
“Strip down and kneel on the bed for me,” Viper commanded, his hands abruptly off her shoulders, but his dark eyes bore into her as if he could will Diesel to do what he commanded just with that look.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, quickly shaking off her clothes and then climbing to the bed.
Her whole body prickled with goosebumps as she kneeled, looking up at Viper’s form. He was still fully clothed, looking powerful and strong as he leaned over the bed, placing the lightest kiss on her lips and pulling away.
“You’re such a good girl, Cheryl,” he murmured, putting his hand forward, but didn’t touch her.
Instead, he pulled a rope from the overnight bag he had beside the bed. “Hands.”
She obeyed, sitting back on her knees and putting her wrists together in front of her chest. She watched as he expertly wound the rope around her wrists, securing it tightly.
“Color,” he commanded.
“Green,” she breathed heavily.
“Good girl,” he growled, “now lean back toward the headboard.”
She did as she was told as he helped her move so that she was laying on her back. Her hands rested above her head as he tied the rope securely to the headboard.
His body was so close, his cock already hard beneath his pants. She wanted badly to lean forward and take a taste of him, but she knew better, and she knew he’d give her the chance if she asked for it.
But right now, she wanted him to take control. She wanted to give into his desires.
He didn’t say anything as he covered her eyes with one hand. The darkness overtaking her so all she could do was feel his hot breath as his kisses trailed down her neck, collarbone and then to her breasts.
She moaned as he sucked each hardened nipple, then released them, blowing his hot breath over each pebbled skin. She wanted to see him, to know what he was going to do next, but the anticipation also had her growing incredibly wet between her legs.