Chapter 28
BLAKE
Although the kiss had been so overwhelming, so incredible, so out-of-this-goddamn-world it blocked out everything else, now that I’d put Lucy back on the bed and was in the bathroom patching myself up, the pain came back. My hand hurt like a bitch.
But then, I’d been a real bitch.
I’d made a decision the night before, to protect myself and Lucy from scandal—and it had backfired spectacularly.
When I found her in that dark hallway at that bar, helpless and hurt, anger like I’d never felt took over until any semblance of control was gone and all I saw was red.
I’d beat those men so violently and forcefully, I’d almost killed them.
And then I had gone back and actually killed them.
I’d probably be in a cell right now if I hadn’t called Micah Feldman, who said he and his brother Marcus would “take care of it,” whatever that meant.
I didn’t worry about it, all my attention on getting back to Lucy.
And I’d introduced myself as her partner because from now on, that’s what I was.
From the moment she’d walked away from me after the hockey game to rescuing her, all the doubts and fears had…well, they hadn’t entirely gone away, but they stopped mattering. She mattered. I loved her. And I wasn’t letting her go.
I thought I’d delivered the punishment to both of us well enough, the lesson had been learned, her kiss had set me on fire, and all I wanted—other than some goddamn Advil for my hand—was to get my cock so deep inside of Lucy’s pussy, we both forgot that we’d ever been two separate people.
As I cleaned my hand and applied salve to it in the bathroom, I glanced over at her.
She lay on her back on the bed, legs frog tied open so her rose-pink pussy was visible, arms at her sides, rope wound round and around to protect her wrist from further damage.
The position pushed her heaving chest forward, nipples pointing up at the ceiling.
She might still be pissed at me—and herself—but she was turned on by all of this. And she’d come in my lap from kissing me alone, the single hottest thing that had ever happened in my whole goddamn life, including the other times I’d fucked her.
Fuck, that kiss.
I’d be replaying it in my head for the rest of my life. And I bet, even when I was old and gray and Lucy was pushing me around in a wheelchair, I’d still get hard thinking about it.
Once my hand was taken care of—the second time I’d had to clean and bandage my hand because of Lucy—I rummaged through the shopping bag. I’d gone on a little expedition this morning to a sex shop and grabbed some necessary provisions.
Pulling out lube, nipple clamps, a clit sucking vibrator in the shape of a flower, and a vibrating butt plug, I paused at the dildo-shaped gag.
Lucy had been a virgin only a couple weeks ago, and I was springing all sorts of shit on her.
Was I throwing her into the deep end too quickly?
What’s more, with her tied up and gagged, she’d have no way to use her safe word.
Who the fuck was I?
The guilt spiral started right on time when she sweetly called, “Blake, are you going to leave me here like this forever, you asshole?”
Well, slightly sweetly.
But it pulled me out of my spiral.
Lucy was an adult. She needed me, needed someone to call the shots and make it clear how much she was wanted. I’d make it good for her. And we’d figure out the rest later.
I entered the bedroom and dropped everything I’d bought on her stomach.
“Lucy,” I said, trying to sound easy about what I needed to know, “I’m about to ask you a question, and I need you to answer me completely honestly. I will not be upset, whatever you say, and I need you to understand that, okay?”
She looked up at me, lifting her head to glance at what I’d bought.
“Oh, shit,” she gasped. “Did you hack my Kindle or something?”
I processed that sentence.
“What do you mean?”
A blush rose across her body, completely captivating me. Fuck me, she was pink everywhere.
“This is the…I fantasize about this stuff a lot when I get off,” she said, and I could tell that even though she was trying to be nonchalant, saying it out loud embarrassed her.
“Is that so?” I stroked a small, light circle around her belly button, pleased when she writhed underneath me.
Even more pleased that we were on the same page, sexually.
It was like she’d been made for me, like I’d dreamed her up one day, and the universe decided to make her real.
I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve her, but I was keeping her, regardless. No take backs.
“Yeah, although I wasn’t hogtied in those fantasies…”
“Do you not want to be?”
She swallowed, staring me in the eye. “I want everything with you.”
My heart thumped, hard.
I want everything with you, too, I thought, but didn’t—couldn’t—tell her.
Not yet.
Not until I’d figured out how to keep her and still give her everything she wanted.
“Lucy, I want you completely under my control. I want to tie you up and gag you and force you to come until it hurts, and then fuck you until it hurts some more. But that means you won’t be able to say your safe word.
That means you’re going to have to completely trust me, and I’m going to have to trust myself to not fuck up. ”
“Fuck,” she whimpered, and I watched, riveted, as her hips pumped the air at my words alone, wetness appearing and coating her thighs.
“Is that ‘fuck’ a ‘yes?’”
“Yes. Take away my control, Coach—I never had it around you to begin with, anyway.”
My cock went hard at her words.
“Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. I want to see them the whole time.”
She nodded, and I leaned over her.
“Open your mouth. Like you would for my cock.”
She opened her mouth, licking her lips, and I slowly slid the dildo gag in. It wasn’t as long or thick as me, so it wouldn’t choke her, but it would keep her mouth busy and full while I went to work on the rest of her.
Carefully, I buckled the rubber straps around her head, gently pulling her hair loose so it rested in a beautiful golden mess on the pillow.
The night I’d brought her home, her hair had been that same shining chaos, bringing light to my dark life, and god, I wanted it back. I wanted it—her—there, forever.
Lost in that image, I absently stroked her cheek, picturing what it would be like to have Lucy in my life.
Her pink everything everywhere, messy closet, noise and laughter, that sunshine-and-sex smell permeating every inch of my house.
I’d never wanted anything like I wanted that, and I was determined to have it.
How, I wasn’t sure yet. So I chose to ignore that worry, focusing on my fingers brushing over her silky soft cheek, watching as she shivered, pressing a kiss to her forehead and then concentrating on what came next.
Lifting the nipple clamps, I rained kisses down her face and to her neck, focusing on the tender spot between her neck and shoulder—the one that made her chest rise fast and the pink on her chest turn a brighter, deeper hue, then turned my attention to her nipples.
I drew small circles on one, then the other, first with my thumb, then with my tongue, taking my time until they were pointy and so sensitive her whole body jerked when I gently bit down.
“This is going to hurt a hell of a lot worse, little troublemaker,” I warned as I brought the little nipple clamps to her chest, fixing one on, then the other. They had little bells that rang as she moved and shrieked at the shock of pain.
“Shhh,” I crooned to her. “Shh. I know it hurts but you can handle it. I know you can. The pain will settle.”
She sighed, and so did I, stroking her areolas, listening to her tits as they jingled as delightfully as her laugh.
Kissing my way down her body, I focused on her inner thighs, biting both, but ignoring her wet pussy. I was pretty damn heroic for being able to manage that, especially because I could smell her, sunshine and sex and pussy. She was everything I’d ever wanted and never dreamed I could have.
And then I opened the bottle of lube.
Lucy’s eyes got big and she tried to say something, muffled by the rubber dick in her mouth.
I paused, scanning her to make sure she wasn’t saying no.
“Okay?” I asked tenderly. “I’m not going to fuck that gorgeous ass—yet—but I want to fill you up there, too. It will feel good, I promise.”
It would feel good for me too, with a vibrating plug in her ass and my cock in her pussy. My dick jerked in my pants in anticipation.
A small nod.
Good.
Flicking open the top of the bottle, I squeezed a liberal amount onto my fingers, slowly rimming her asshole with them. She writhed.
“Oh, sweetheart, shhh…I’m just getting started,” I promised, before pushing one finger inside her tight, tiny little hole, just up to the knuckle.
She jerked, and I shushed her, soothing her as I slowly worked one finger in and out, marveling at the way she clamped on me, the heat there.
“Almost makes me want to fuck your ass today instead,” I growled to myself, setting off a litany of muffled mewls. “No, no, don’t worry, little troublemaker. I have at least that much control.”
For now.
But I kept that to myself.
Instead, I withdrew my finger, applying more lube, and then pushed two fingers in slowly but inexorably until they were deep inside, then scissoring them. With my free hand, I traced small circles on her inner thighs. Lucy trembled, clenching, and moaned around the gag.
“That’s right, sweetheart. You’re being such a good girl for daddy, aren’t you?”
She nodded, eyes on mine, heating my whole body with her trust and submission.
Pulling them free, I lubed up the vibrating plug, then pushed it in, watching the way her gorgeous ass swallowed it up, all the way to the base.
I tapped the end of it, and she jumped.
Just to be a dick, I tapped the end of it again.
She jumped again.
“That feel good, sweetheart? You’re about to feel much, much, better.”
Bending down, I captured her little clit in my mouth, licking circles around it to coax it out from behind its hood. Lucy’s little clit was a good girl—better behaved than the person she belonged to—because it only took a few circles with my tongue until she was out in the open…and vulnerable.
“Perfect,” I said, meaning so much more than her hard clit, as I picked up the little flower toy.
“Do you know what this is?” I asked conversationally.
She nodded, looking like her heart was in her throat.
God, I wanted my cock to be in her throat. But there would be time for that later.
On that thought, I picked up the last thing—a vial of Vice, popped it open, and poured it down my own throat.
“Oh that’s right, little troublemaker,” I told her shocked gaze. “I have plans for your pussy, and they require a shorter refractory period than usual.”
Remembering the little flower toy, I attached it to her protruding clit…and grabbed my phone, opening the app and setting both the butt plug and the flower toy to vibrate. And then, unzipping my pants, I pulled out my cock and sat down next to Lucy to watch the show.