~Chapter 25~
I have no idea why I initiated such an intimate gesture with someone I barely know but… it feels so friggin’ right.
His lips against mine are like the ying to my yang and I swear I feel a piece of my soul click into place.
It feels overwhelming, freeing, intoxicating.
With a moan I deepen the kiss, swiping my tongue across his lips before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. He groans in response and I can’t help but smile at my ability to rile him up.
Surging forward, I move to plunge my tongue into his mouth before he abruptly pulls away.
As embarrassment overcomes me, I feel my eyes widen with shock as I fight against the tears that threaten to fill my eyes.
“No, no, My Flower,” He whispers sweetly, rubbing away an errant tear with his thumb and palming the back of my neck with his other hand. “I would love to kiss you all night long, but I promised you a date and, I think kissing happens when I drop you off at your door.”
A giggle escapes me as my body floods with relief. Dang, he’s good.
I lean over his lap, pushing my boobs out enough that I graze his chest as I reach for the furthest food item. A sexy growl vibrates through his body as I slowly return to my spot, still brushing up against him, with a little club sandwich tucked between my fingers. I send him a cheeky grin and wink right as I take a bite.
I suddenly can’t focus on him as the sweet Hawaiian bread mixes with the honey ham and roasted turkey in the sandwich. A low moan escapes me and my eyes flutter almost orgasmically.
“Beatrice,” Danny’s feral growl is so not what I expected to hear from him. Not that I’m complaining; my panties are now wet.
“Y-yes?” My stuttered response is breathy and there’s no dang way he doesn’t catch the desire in it.
He grabs my wrist, just tight enough that I couldn’t slip away if I tried, and brings my hand towards him. With a low rumble, he states, “If you don’t stop with those types of noises, this entire picnic will go to waste because I’ll have to run upstairs and beg Even to get me off.”
He takes the rest of my sandwich and slides it off my fingers with his mouth; licking every crumb as he moves. “Mmmm, so tasty.”
Holy. Forking. Shells. That should not have been so hot.
My pussy clenches tightly, and I whimper as he slowly moves away.
Clearing his throat, he turns around, grabs another sandwich, and hands it to me.
“Ok, first date question one: Favorite color.” I smile so wide that my cheeks hurt and shake my head before allowing him to control the date he so beautifully orchestrated.
And, for the first time in a long time, I feel content. Happy. Completely at peace.
Danny only lasted fifteen minutes through our date-night conversation before he hopped up and began excitedly rubbing his hands together. “Ok, Flower. Time to move on to the next part.”
His smile is infuriatingly adorable and I chuckle at his antics.
His hand reaches out for me and I slide mine into his, allowing him to carefully pull me up. Linking our hands together, he bounds off toward the house; forcing me to laugh as I hobble along behind him.
Butterflies gather in my belly as I consider the possibility that he’s hoping to have sex with me. Biting my lip nervously, I realize that Stu is the only one I’ve allowed myself to be truly intimate within, well, a long freakin’ time. Years!
Now that the others have made their own declarations about getting to know me, do they expect sex right away? Crap. Am I ready for that? It took me years and a near-death experience to let my walls down with Stu.
Danny releases my hand, forcing me back to reality. I was so lost in my head that I didn’t realize we had made it back inside. Or that we’re standing in front of a door I assumed was a storage closet in the kitchen. Danny’s eyes are boring into mine and my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“I, I’m sorry. I was in my head. Did you say something?” Of course, my blush deepens as his mouth tilts up into a playful grin.
He chortles, shaking his head, and looks at the door, then back at me. “No. Um, I want to show you something. Well, I want, um…” He trails off, releasing my hands and looking all kinds of bashful.
Wanting to put the poor man out of his misery, I reach for his collar, tug him to me, and press my mouth to his. Breaking away, I nip his lip once more before smiling up at him and whispering, “Show me, Danny. I’m not going anywhere.”
His deep inhale, and firm nod, confirm that he just needed reassurance that I wasn’t going to run.
Turning from me, he opens the inconspicuous-looking white door and walks into a strange room. It’s small, with grey walls and slate floors, and can fit maybe four people. A lone light hangs from the low ceiling but is high enough that the guys don’t hit their heads.
Other than that, nothing is in here. Just a round, boring, bland room.
“What is this place?” I am more than curious what he wants to show me.
With a brilliant, smirk, he pushes a small grey section on the wall to my right. It’s almost completely flush with the wall and, had I not watched him push it, I wouldn’t have known it was there.
He presses his hand against a biometric hand scanner. Three seconds later, a green light flashes from the light above, and a loud whirring sound stirs from behind the wall across from where we entered.
Suddenly, the door swings open and I see a set of concrete stairs. “Holy crackerballs,” I whisper in awe.
He chuckles and leads me down the stairs, twisting underneath the house. It takes me longer than I’d like since the stupid cast prevents me from being balanced. That and the curvature of the staircase. But once we reach the bottom, my mouth drops in shock at the sight before me.
A caverneous dungeon fills the space. On one side is a row of four cells. On another is a ridiculous amount of tools hung with black hooks. And, not just tools, but weapons too. Some I’ve only seen in movies. How does one get a bazooka? Is that even legal?
A snort pulls my attention to the middle of the room where a stupidly handsome man is bound, and gagged, to a surgical table. Danny has a remote in one hand and something too small for me to see in the other.
Pressing a button on the remote, Freak by Sub Urban begins to play right before Danny walks over and runs his hand beneath the man’s nose.
I shakily take a step forward, eyes wide with a mixture of fear and curiosity. They said they were mercenaries, right?
“Alright, Shitbag,” Danny announces. “Time to wake the fuck up.” The man on the table snaps to attention, his eyes wide and bloodshot. A wet patch forms around his crotch area and Danny scrunches his nose in disgust. “Really, dude? Not in front of the lady.”
He chuffs in annoyance before turning to me. “Beatrice, I’d like to introduce you to um… Hmmm. I don’t remember. Let’s just call him Jackass.”
I look between the two of them before concentrating on Danny. Biting my lip, I contemplate my next question. “So, what’s he here for?” I go for nonchalant but my voice still wavers. I’m still not totally sure these guys aren’t complete psychos but, I’m here now. And, maybe this is why Stu didn’t bat an eye when helping me.
“Danny pats the man, roughly, on top of his face as he explains. “This man," he says with a sneer; his eyes truning almost completely black. "And his recently departed friend, like to pretend to be submissive trainers, claim to be Doms, then blow through women’s safewords and torture them like sadistic pricks."
He turns toward me, eyes filled with vulnerability as he shows me the beast within. "You see love, I want you to know me. I, too, am a sadistic prick. But, only to those who deserve it. I want you to see me, all of me, and that includes this part, too.”
A gentle smile and nod are all I can muster before wobbling over to him and pulling him in for a sweet kiss. “Still not going anywhere,” I whisper.
His smile is breathtaking and blindingly beautiful as he scoops me up and kisses me again. This time, though, I feel it all the way deep into my core.
Breaking away, our breaths mingle together before he steps back, pulls a knife from his back pocket, and flips it over; angling the handle toward me. “Shall we?”
The question catches me off-guard, but it also fills me with so many emotions that I can do nothing else but gently take the knife from him, and plunge it into the guy’s crotch.
“We shall.”