#2
Devi’s ass felt like it was on fire, and she liked it. Her captain didn’t play around. He went for it. So often she had to coax a Dom into going hard, but Zach seemed to know exactly what she needed. She’d longed for someone who would push her boundaries, but what she’d found was she was constantly pushing theirs, and it didn’t work. Not so for Zach Reed. He didn’t hold back, and that did something for her.
Except when he stopped stroking her clit right as she thought she would come. Shitty timing. Or perfect timing given he was a Dom and they liked to fuck with a sub. He lifted her up and kind of tossed her lightly in the air, turning her over and catching her in strong arms. Her sore ass landed against his forearm. His muscular forearm that she kind of wanted to lick, but then she wanted to lick every inch of this man.
She was naked in his arms, and it felt fucking perfect. There was no awkwardness. She should feel awkward, right? It wasn’t like she hadn’t had sex or even some fairly kinky sex before. She’d had boyfriends over the years, but she’d never once felt this spark, this instant connection. They’d been in each other’s circles for two years, but it was like someone flicked a switch on and the world was brighter, better, more exciting. This was what she heard about, read about in romances. It might not be true love, but it was chemistry, and she was here for it.
And he wanted more than a night. She could do that.
He laid her out on the big bed that dominated this privacy room. It was one of the more masculine rooms, done in dark colors and on the Spartan side, but all that mattered was the man in the room with her.
The whole night had been weird and wild, and she kind of loved it. She knew it wasn’t like any night she’d ever had before. Probably wouldn’t again.
He stood over her, all six foot four inches of hot Dom staring down. If she was dressing him, she would put him in clingy shirts and tailored trousers that would show off how toned and masculine his body was. She would use dark colors but with pops of greens and yellows and baby blues to bring out his eyes and hair and skin tone.
“You’re gorgeous, sweetness,”
he said, his voice husky.
He made her feel gorgeous. She’d told her besties that this was about stress relief, but there was a confidence boost in there, too. It was hard to get rejected. Especially when it was her work. Her life’s work.
She wasn’t thinking about that tonight. Nope. She wasn’t going to think about the fact that she might soon be a whole adult living with her parents, and that the money her parents and uncles had spent putting her through a private Manhattan college and paying for her life during several low paid but highly sought after internships seemed to mostly have gone to waste. She only had another six weeks on the apartment she rented. She hadn’t signed a long-term lease because she was going to be in LA or New York.
She was going to have to move back in with her parents.
A brow rose over Zach’s dark eyes, and a commanding look came into them.
“Stop thinking whatever you’re thinking or we can start again. I wouldn’t mind tying you up and torturing you for a while. My dick would, but I’m not being led by him.”
He put his big hands around her ankles and pulled her to the end of the bed before dropping to his knees.
Oh, fuck. He was going to do it. He was going to put that dirty, sexy mouth on her and she wouldn’t be able to breathe.
“You can tell me to stop, Devi,”
he said as he ran his palms up her legs. He bent them, placing her ankles not on the edge of the bed, but on his shoulders, spread wide. Her pussy was on full display, and all the reasons that was a bad idea flew out of her head.
Nothing mattered except the way that hot Dom was looking at her pussy. Like it was a magical thing and he wanted to be a wizard really bad. She was sure Bri would make this super romantic and emotional if she was writing this scene, but all Devi could think about was sex and how good she would feel when this man put his mouth on her.
“Just because I do this for you doesn’t mean you owe me sex,”
he said in a serious tone.
He was going to be that Dom.
“I know my safe word, Zach. I want the sex. I want more than your tongue on me, though I want that. Unless I say that safe word, you need to understand that I am enthusiastically consenting to sex. Take me. Make me forget all the shitty stuff that’s happened lately. Be the good thing that happened to me.”
“Your fucking wish, sweetness.”
He lowered his head and covered her with his mouth.
She damn near came off the bed. Might have if he wasn’t holding her down. He was so strong. She couldn’t fight him if she wanted to, and a thousand kinky fantasies went through her head. Things she shouldn’t think about. Dark, dirty scenarios played through her brain. How she could play with this man.
He licked at her delicately, playing around her labia and teasing her mercilessly.
When she looked down, his eyes were up, and a feral look came into them before he speared his tongue inside her.
Her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head. She let herself fall to the bed, let her eyes close as he fucked her with his tongue and mouth and fingers.
The first orgasm rolled over her and she clutched the comforter, twisting it in her hands as she fought not to scream. It had been so long since she’d felt this way, sexy and vibrant and alive. Sometimes the only way she felt alive was when she was working. Now she felt that confidence pouring into her along with the pleasure.
Zach stood, her arousal still on his lips. He dragged his vest off and tossed it aside before going to work on the ties of his leathers.
“You sure, sweetness? Because I don’t think I’m going to want to let you go. We don’t have a contract, but I’m already thinking about what I would put in one.”
She could barely see straight. Her whole body was suffused with pleasure, but still his words were sweet.
“You should know I don’t sign any contracts without my attorney. Even D/s ones. You wanna be my Dom, you’ll have to go through my cousin. It’s okay. He sometimes falls asleep during negotiations. He was negotiating the rental agreement between the twins and Brianna, and he fell asleep on the couch. Apparently Colton had an ear infection and kept him up all night.”
A brilliant smile came over his face. He was a little fallen angel-like most of the time. Gorgeous and a bit brooding, but when he really smiled it was like the sun came out.
“I love your weird family. So much better than mine. There’s never a dull moment. Well, then I’ll have to make sure Travis is tired because I want to take serious advantage of you, gorgeous. Come here and kiss me. Touch me.”
She could do that. Mostly. Her limbs were still noodley, but he was wrong. She did owe him. He’d done everything he promised, and she wanted to give him some payback. Of course that payback would almost certainly lead to another orgasm for her. She sat up and rolled to her knees. He stood at the end of the bed, his body on full display. Damn, she was with Zach Reed. She might wake up in a couple of minutes and she would be back in the locker room helping Daisy study for whatever test she was about to take and talking plot lines with Brianna.
She put a hand on his chest. It was sculpted beautifully, the skin warm and soft under her hand. He had the lightest dusting of hair over his chest, coming to a V at his six-pack abs and trailing down to… That was a gorgeous cock. Long and thick and already weeping with arousal.
“Yeah, you do that to me, sweetness.”
His tone was low and guttural, as though he was forcing himself to stay calm and not throw her down and fuck her hard.
They would get to that. Eventually. He would discover she liked to role-play. A lot. She let her hand move down his body as she tilted her head up and he devoured her lips. His tongue invaded, stroking against hers even as she found his cock and wrapped her hand around it. He was so fucking hard, and she gently caressed his cock with one hand and wrapped the other around his strong, broad shoulders.
She could kiss this man forever. If this was some desperate dream she was having, she didn’t want to wake up.
He eased her back, spreading her legs and making a place for himself there. He stared down at her as he managed to rip the condom wrapper open and start sheathing his cock.
“You are too gorgeous for me. Say it again, Devi. Tell me you want me. I’m nothing but a soldier in the end. I don’t have much to offer you, but I promise if you let me, I’ll worship the damn ground you walk on.”
It sounded perfect to her, and she was surprised he was so romantic. It made her heart flutter, but she didn’t want this to move so fast he got scared off. He was in the heat of the moment. He didn’t mean it.
“I think you have a lot to offer, Sir. I think it’s going to be lovely to be your sub.”
He moved over her, and then that big dick of his was pressed to her pussy.
“You’re going to be my sweet sub. I’m going to take care of you.”
He thrust inside her, and she gasped at the fullness. She was so wet there was no pain at all, but he was big and filled her up in a way she’d never been before. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed inside her again.
“You feel so fucking good,”
Zach groaned. He stared into her eyes.
“So right.”
She let her arms drift around his neck, looking back up at him. He was so lovely. If he wasn’t in the military, she would talk him into letting that jet black hair grow out so it would be slightly shaggy and she could run her fingers through it.
“Back at you, Sir.”
He fucked her in earnest now, his big body working over hers. He let himself go, and it was feral and wild and everything she hadn’t known she needed. She held on while he pushed her higher and higher. This time she’d didn’t hold back. When his cock hit the right place deep inside her, she let out a shout. She let her nails bite into him, and he simply growled and fucked her harder.
She came twice before he gave over and let himself go. His hands tangled in her hair as he held himself deep inside her, giving up everything he had.
That big body came down on hers, his head finding the crook of her neck.
“That did not suck.”
Oh, but he had, and it was glorious.
“It did not suck, Sir.”
She smoothed her hands down his back.
He lay there for a moment and then another, and a feeling of peace settled on Devi. He was correct. This felt different. It felt right. How could she fit so effortlessly with this man when most of her other relationships had been awkward, at least in the beginning?
Were they starting a relationship? Or had that been play, too? They hadn’t set parameters.
He sighed and shifted off her.
“Be right back. Whatever is going through your head now, stop.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
He stood and pulled the condom off, tying it neatly.
“Sweetness, it means you are easy to read and while you were perfectly happy for a couple of minutes there, you got stiff, and I could feel the distance. Stop it. I don’t like it. I know it’s fast, but I don’t like you pulling away from me, especially when I don’t know why.”
He walked into the bathroom. She heard him turn on the sink.
Well, he didn’t hold back.
And he didn’t like distance between them.
She sat up but didn’t bother covering herself. She wasn’t going to fuck this up with her insecurities. When he walked back in, she let him pull her into his arms and lie back.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Devi.”
She let herself listen to the strong beat of his heart for a second.
“I was wondering if all the contract talk was just play.”
He squeezed her tight, like he didn’t want to think about letting her go.
“No. And I know it was too soon. I knew it the moment I said it. I don’t want to scare you off. We don’t have to have a contract. We don’t have to be anything but friendly, if that’s what you want. I would really like to see you again. Not in the club. I mean I want to see you in the club, too, but I want to… I don’t know, be out in the world with you. My life is a series of scenes. At least that’s what it feels like at times. I’m always playing a role. I don’t want to do that with you.”
Or she was completely wrong and he was being honest and vulnerable with her.
“I like a contract, Sir. I don’t think I need wholesome dates to know I would like to sub for you.”
“But I want the dates, too.”
He sounded a bit hollow now.
“Unless you don’t want anyone to know.”
She sat up, breaking his hold on her. She needed to look at him, make him believe. His back was against the headboard of the bed, so she straddled him and felt his cock start to come back to life against her inner thigh. She put her hands on either side of his face and looked him in the eyes.
“I love my family. They do not have any say in who I see or date or sub for. TJ and I are close, but we stay out of each other’s dating lives. Otherwise, he would have gotten many a lecture from me over how he treated Lou. Of course now that they’re finally together, he’s so into her I doubt he’ll even notice I’m dating someone. My father, on the other hand, will be twelve kinds of up your ass, and not the way you think.”
“I think he’ll probably want to know what I’m doing with his daughter. He’ll likely want to know why a spy is hanging out in his baby girl’s bed,”
Zach replied.
“He’s a Taggart. He’ll be overly protective and probably sarcastic about it.”
Oh, it was nice that he didn’t know everything.
“Haven’t spent much time with my dad, have you? No. That’s my mom. She’s the one who’ll ask how this whole thing works since you’re playing the spy game. My dad will want to know when the wedding is and what’s your favorite Taylor Swift song.”
Zach winced. “Really?”
She nodded.
“Oh, yeah. You’ll love Mom. She’ll growl a lot and threaten to bury you alive if you hurt me. She means that, but she’s pretty reasonable about what constitutes hurt. The torture and death thing only applies in the most dire circumstances. But my dad is serious about wedding planning, and he’s not getting a lot from TJ and Lou. They seem happy to wait for a while.”
“All your brother needs to be happy is Lou and a never-ending supply of snacks.”
His lips had curled up.
“But your mom would be right about the spy thing. I’m gone a lot, but I want to see you when I’m here. I’ll be here more often if I have my way. And honestly, this is not a job I plan on doing forever. At some point I want to put down roots and enjoy a life that doesn’t include people shooting at me.”
“Well, then you should rethink seeing me, Sir, because that seems to be a theme lately.”
She frowned.
“I don’t like being kidnapped and threatened with death all to get my bestie’s attention.”
He flipped her over and loomed above her. “What?”
She thought everyone knew about her dance with death.
“A couple of weeks back Daisy got into some trouble with a cartel, and they ended up doing the whole gun to my head thing because I wanted some fresh air. I was babysitting that night for Sanctum, and I don’t know if you have been informed but sometimes babies make a lot of poop. I needed the fresh air because Michael and Vanessa’s baby girl recently started solids. It was a lot. A lot, Zach. But not like so much I would be willing to be kidnapped to not have to change another diaper.”
He was perfectly still. “What?”
He did not seem to be following her.
“It was cool. Daisy distracted the bad guys with her boobs, or maybe it was her hootch since she was full-on unclothed, if you know what I mean. Then Nate killed a bunch of people and my uncle laughed his ass off and my mom yelled at me about something called situational awareness and my dad brought me a glass of wine and everything was okay.”
Zach rolled off her, his arm going over his eyes as though he couldn’t stand to see the world for a moment.
“We’re not going to do that again. I can’t take it, sweetness. No one’s after Bri, right?”
“I think Bri is safe. She’s like a nun. That’s what they call us. The nuns of The Hideout.”
She hated that nickname.
His arm came down, and the sexiest smirk hit his face.
“You are not a nun. Let me prove it to you and then we’ll go get dressed and I’ll take you out for waffles. I heard it’s what a bunch of the Doms do.”
And he wanted to be normal. It was clear to her that he wanted a break from the dangers of his life. He wanted her to be a safe place for him.
“I think that sounds lovely. Both ideas.”
He was on top of her again. He moved with the grace and quickness of a predator in his prime.
“But first, you’re going to tell me the whole story. All of it. Except you can skip the poop part. And then when we go out you’re going to tell me why I might be the one good thing. I want to know everything about you, Devi. Everything.”
He leaned down and kissed her, and she was pretty sure he was too good to be true.