Chapter Nine #2
There was no question what was about to happen and yet when
his big hand came down on her cheeks, she couldn’t help but shout out as the
pain exploded against her aroused skin, heightening the sensation and giving it
depth. She was bent over and contorted as he maneuvered her into the position
he wanted, over one knee, his big leg acting like a brace, folding her in two
as he slapped her ass without mercy.
She held on to his ankle, letting every smack flow over her,
driving her higher and higher to a place she hadn’t thought she would be. A
place she’d wanted to hide from him.
The physical pain shoved against the events of the day and
suddenly she was crying.
She hadn’t realized how much she’d bottled up, how much
she’d shoved down over the last several days. Weeks. Months. She’d been so
fucking alone.
The sobs began, and then she was lifted up into the air.
Nate managed to get her skirt and underwear off and cradled her naked body
against his chest. She felt warm and safe, and it was okay to cry with him. He
wanted her emotions. He wasn’t going to tell her she had fucking crazy eyes and
she should see a therapist.
He’d wanted her here because he wanted to share the burden
of what she’d been through.
Nate carried her through the dungeon, carried her up the
stairs. She barely recognized they were moving, she held on to him so tightly.
She’d lost another job, been the one who worried her
parents, who couldn’t do a simple fucking task, and now she might lose her
family over the only good thing that had happened to her in forever. It wasn’t
fair. It wasn’t fucking fair.
Nate kicked open the first door, and she found herself in a
large, luxurious bedroom. She barely saw anything as Nate strode to the massive
bed. She thought he’d toss her on it, but he wrapped his arms tight around her
and sat down, maneuvering her so she was straddling him.
“Tell me,” he commanded, his hand tangling in her hair.
She shook her head. “Later. Not now, Nate.”
“Then take what you want, sub. Take what you need.”
She knew what she wanted. To drown in him. Her ass ached as
she slid off his lap, fitting herself between his legs. He hissed above her as
she worked the fly of his jeans, easing the zipper down.
“Damn, me,” he said as she pulled at the waistband of his
boxers and freed his cock.
This was what she needed. He’d given her the emotional
release she’d required to be open to him. Now she could show him she was
exactly the storm he wanted.
She stared at his gorgeous cock, wrapped her hand around it,
and felt his groan in her pussy. She was probably the biggest mess. She was
sure her mascara was everywhere, and he was still looking at her like she was
the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Daisy stroked his cock, watching as a pearly bead pulsed
from the head.
“You’re killing me,” he whispered. His hand came out to
smooth her hair back. “And I’ll die happy.”
She lowered her head, giving him a lick. They hadn’t gotten
to this part the first time. He’d been too into tying her up and torturing her.
It was time for some sweet payback. She kept her eyes on him as she sucked his
cockhead past her lips.
Nate’s chest hitched, his head falling forward and then back
as he gave over to her.
He tasted so perfect. Salty and masculine, the scent of his
arousal filling her senses. She took him deeper, rolling her tongue over his
dick. He filled her mouth like he filled her pussy—to overflowing. He was
almost too much.
Like she was.
Too much might be just enough to build something real.
“That’s right. Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” he said, his
eyes on her, watching where his cock disappeared into her mouth.
She ran her tongue over and around him, fighting to take as
much as she could.
“Daisy, I don’t want to come in your mouth. Please, love. I
want to look in your eyes this time,” he said, his hands on her hair, but he
didn’t force the issue, merely gave her the choice.
She went back on her knees and watched as he managed to
shove his jeans down. There were condoms on the nightstand and she picked one
up, a solemn feeling spreading through her because while it had started out as
a hot game, she felt so connected to this man. His pull drew her in, and she
couldn’t help it. A moth to his flame. It didn’t matter if she burned. Her path
was set.
She eased the condom on and then straddled him again, not
even giving him a chance to kick his pants off. He didn’t need to. Nathan
Carter was right where she wanted him.
“Daisy,” he began.
She shook her head and lowered her lips to his even as she
felt his cock at her pussy. Pure pleasure threatened to drown her as she slid
onto his cock. Her tongue tangled with his, arms wrapping around each other
until she wasn’t sure where she ended and he began. She tilted her hips, taking
him inside. She loved how fucking big he was, stretching her, but she could
handle him.
She worked her way down his cock in little passes until she
finally had the whole of him filling her up.
“Fuck. You feel so good, and it’s not just about how perfect
you fit me.” Nate’s hands gripped her hips.
It was more than sex. It scared her but maybe that was a
good thing.
She started to move, her eyes held by his as he shifted with
her. She found the perfect spot and worked his cock over and over until she
couldn’t stand it a second more and then held herself tight against him, riding
the wave of her orgasm. The second she was limp against him, he rolled them
over on the bed, bringing his weight down on her.
She loved the way he pressed her into the mattress, adored
how he didn’t pretend she was fragile and he was worried he would break her. He
simply took her because she was his and he was hers and this was natural.
She wrapped her legs around him, watching his gorgeous face
as he thrust in over and over. Then he stiffened, and his eyes were on her as
he went over the edge.
Pure satisfaction filled her soul as Nate fell to the bed
beside her, and for a moment, everything felt right with Daisy’s world.
* * * *
Nate stretched on the big bed and watched as Daisy walked
out of the bathroom, her hair wrapped in a towel and an oversized robe around
her body. He’d taken a shower with her, slowly making love to her again. He’d
pressed her against the tile and filled her with him.
Fuck, she was beautiful. And he’d meant what he’d said. She
was his. Oh, he was absolutely certain she was thinking this was all play, but
it wasn’t. If this was a game, it was the most important one of his life, and
he intended to win.
“You don’t need the robe.”
A brow arched over her emerald eyes. “What if I’m cold?”
He pulled the covers down. “Then I’ll keep you warm. I’ve
been told I’m a furnace. It’s sad for you, but you’ll get used to it.”
She wrinkled her nose, an expression he was learning meant
she was going along with something but she wasn’t totally sold on an idea. The
robe came off, and she crawled into bed with him. “What do you think that’s
about?”
He glanced over and frowned. How the hell had he missed the
floor-to-ceiling, velvet painted rock-star portrait? Well, his mind had been
full of her, but it was a detail he was certain would have registered at any
other time. “Someone really likes old music. I’m not sure. He looks familiar,
but in a classic rock way. Though I’m not supposed to call it classic rock
because my father then does some math and bemoans his age.”
Daisy sat next to him, her back against the headboard. He
noticed she didn’t pull the covers up, preferring to leave her gorgeous body on
display. Yeah, that was why the blond dude in the bandana hadn’t made an
impression. “I have never actually been in the club part of this building.
There’s a daycare in the building next door. I spent a lot of time there, but I
never came in here. I finally get why Uncle Ian calls The Hideout a dump. We
don’t have anything like this. It kind of makes me wonder how much all this
cost. Da complains about the price of raspberries. I wonder how much the
obviously custom-built spanking bench cost. I bet it’s a lot of raspberries.”
“Well, from what I understand, this place started out a lot
like The Hideout.” He shifted so he was facing her. So it was easy to lean over
and brush his lips against her shoulder.
Her family had put a wall up between them, and he had to
find a way to break it down. He’d been certain crying would help shake those
walls, but he worried she’d rebuilt them.
“Well, it’s beautiful now. I suppose that’s what matters,”
she said. “It’s just weird to be here. Like something forbidden.”
“I’ve been to this club, though I don’t remember it.”
She looked his way finally, curiosity in her green eyes. “I
didn’t know you spent much time in Dallas. I mean I know you came to visit over
the years, but we mostly visited you.”
He’d been told the story, though it wasn’t one he shared
often. It felt right to share it with her. He eased down so he could lay his
head on her lap, feel her soft skin against his cheek. “My mum got into a spot
of trouble. A bit like you have. She was trying to help someone and it caught
the attention of some very bad blokes. I was only a few months old. Mum went on
the run and came to the place where she felt safest.”
Her hand came to his head, fingers starting to play in his
hair as though she couldn’t stop herself from touching him. “She went to my
mom.”
“She did,” Nate replied. “She came to Dallas looking for
help, and a day or two later my father showed up. He was standing in the
daycare room at the McKay-Taggart building when he found out I existed.”
“Really?” The hand on his head moved in soothing strokes.
“He didn’t know? He wasn’t there when you were born?”
He felt like a big tiger being utterly tamed by a kitten.
“Nope. He’d been a dumb arse who decided he wasn’t good enough for my mum, and
so they had a one-night stand and he left. She tried to contact him, but he