Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Iona
Yawning, I unpack my claes in the master suite in Diran’s elegant Georgian townhouse in Belgravia, which he leant us for our honeymoon. Leith sits at a desk by the window doing something work-related on his laptop.
I sneak a keek at his gorgeous profile, admiring the thoughtful crease above his brows and his deep-set, unsettling eyes. His onyx hair gleams in the morning light, and his large, shapely hands fly over the keyboard.
Leith is a devil in dashing disguise with a tongue that could melt a glacier. I know because I dissolved on it several times last night. He used me as if this were our last day on earth.
Now I hurt all over. First there’s my core, which feels completely shattered.
Then my abs, which are so sore I minimize bending in any direction.
Then my legs and shoulders, which got more of a workout last night than in all my gym visits over the last year combined.
Everything he used so thoroughly last night—especially my pussy—aches. I’m a broken-down mess.
I knelt at his feet because he was so commanding, I couldn’t disobey him. And I remembered how I’d promised to follow any orders he gave. Now I know beyond a doubt I wanted to have sex with Leith. I wanted it to be him who took my virginity because I trusted him to make it good.
I didn’t want him to go gentle on me or treat me like fragile glass, so I omitted the fact that it was my first time.
Leith is the only man I could ever get close to and come for. I came on his fingers, and I came while sucking him off in the Club Car. He may have tricked me into the latter, but it worked.
Kneeling before him naked with my pussy exposed made it impossible not to answer him truthfully about That Night. I’ve been looking over my shoulder for four years, and I need to get some peace at last. I used to think he might use this vulnerability against me, but now I don’t think he would.
The masterful way he managed to force me to have sex without forcing me was perfect, especially given my past.
When he told me why he tried to kill me—that I put his best pal in prison—I stuck firm to my beliefs, still bide firm. Letting one of our assailants go was bad enough. At least we caught Grizel’s.
Oddly, even as Leith punished me for causing Aaron’s death, I was still turned on. The whole time he choked me and didn’t let me come, I was deathly afraid, but part of me was aroused to a fever pitch. Aroused because of, not despite, my fear.
I’m still afraid of him and have no idea what he’ll do next.
He unfolds himself from his chair, turns, and skulks over to where I hang up a dress. He wraps an arm about me from behind, bathing me in his intoxicating scent. “Come to bed.”
“We’re gaun to sleep?”
Brushing hair away from my neck, he plants a torrid kiss on my neck. “All day. We need our eight hours.”
Heat sluices through me from where his lips burned my skin. “Then what?”
“We have dinner reservations at a rooftop restaurant nearby. After that, we’ll see.” He turns my face and smashes my lips to his, claiming me in a kiss that rocks me like the ocean waves.
When he lets me go, I pant for air. “Are we vampires while in London?”
He rolls his thumb along my lower lip, locking me in his bottomless gaze. “Tonight we are.” Taking my hand, he leads me to the bed. “Strip.”
As he darkens the shades with a remote, I take everything off. “But we are sleeping, right?”
A dangerous glint sparks in his eyes. “Mibay.”
He spoons me from behind as I lie on my side, and I fall asleep almost instantly.
I awaken some time later to feel something harder than a gun prodding my opening.
Warmth, solidity, and a mountain fragrance encompass me.
Leith coasts a callused palm over my belly to my heat, swirling his fingers over my swollen clit.
I’m soaking, pulsating, and ready to receive him.
I rock back into him as if he belongs inside me at all times.
“Such a naughty girl,” he chides in deep, sleep-drenched tones, biting my ear. “You want my cock?”
“Please,” I murmur drowsily, despite the cloud of exhaustion hanging over me.
Who have I become? In one day I’ve transformed into a nympho.
He teases my slit with his tip, then in one rough thrust buries himself deep. I cry out, feeling the burn more acutely for having rested a few hours. Everything from my furnace outward is a raging wildfire.
Pressing his lips to my ear, he pours his sinful voice in my ear. “If you come, I’ll punish you. Don’t come.”
My thighs quiver, and my breaths come fast and shallow. “Please, Leith?—”
“Shh.” He covers my mouth with one hand, pulling my uppermost thigh up to get an even deeper angle as he speeds up his strokes.
He feels so good, and I’m so helpless against his powerful attack, I don’t see how I can control it.
I mutter garbled sounds beneath his palm, but he shows me no mercy.
Spearing me over and over with fierce, animalistic urgency, he pulls me higher and higher toward an inevitable peak. How do I shut it off?
In answer to that, my pussy clamps on his cock, and I scream into his hand as stars explode before my eyes. An entire firework display dances in front of me as his thrusts continue and he grows bigger inside me. With a groan he releases his hot seed in my depths and tenses against my back.
“Bad girl,” he scolds, popping out and giving my pussy a sharp slap. I jump and whine. “Now you have three punishments coming. I won’t go easy on you.”
He rolls over onto his back, and I turn over to rest my head on his chest. “It’s impossible to keep from coming when you’re inside me.”
The trace of a smile teases his lips. “I’ll start your training tonight. Now go back to sleep. You’ll need it.”
Nestled in the crook of his arm, I drift off right away.
* * *
I wake up when the sun is low in the sky, which I know because Leith has opened the shades. My stomach rumbles loudly as I sit up and push hair off my face.
“Evening,” Leith greets from where he fixes his bow-tie in front of an eighteenth-century standing mirror.
I give a low whistle. “Wow, you look foxy.”
That’s an understatement. With his suave, Bond-like tux and killer body Leith could slay all London’s women with a single glance.
“Wear what I’ve set out,” he directs, making my ovaries fire on all cylinders.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and pad to the chair, where he’s draped a little black dress and set out nude stilettos to go with it.
It’s not just any LBD, though. Diamond-studded sequins bedeck it.
Close-fitting with a halter neck, it reaches to mid-thigh and leaves the entire back exposed.
Holding it up, I suck in a breath. “It’s exquisite. Where did you find it?”
“I had it specially made.” He shrugs on his jacket.
“For me?” My jaw drops as I pull it over my head and fasten the neck closure. “Thank you.”
I slip into the stilettos and walk over to the mirror. Holy fuck, I look hot. As he holds my hips from behind I can feel his erection stabbing my bahookie.?1
“Leave your hair down, and don’t use makeup.” He drops kisses along my shoulder to my arm. “Come into the bathroom.”
I follow him in, and he presses me into the counter so my arse is in the air and I can see him towering above me.
He pushes my dress up to my waist, reaches in his pocket, and takes out what looks like a black chess bishop made of silicone. Instantly my pussy leaks arousal.
He slicks two fingers over my dripping folds and collects my juices, then screws his fingers into my tight hole. I’m so surprised I cry out and clench tight.
“Relax and take it like a good girl,” he soothes, stretching me inside with his digits.
“I’m going to claim all your holes, this one included.
To prepare for that, and to punish you for coming earlier, tonight you’re going to wear this”—he holds up the bishop—“and you’ll focus on not coming.
” His steely eyes meet mine in our reflection. “If you come, worse punishment awaits.”
Determined not to let him down, I sniffle and nod. Before I register what’s happening, he’s easing what I now realize is an anal plug past my rim, seating it snugly inside me. I feel so full, it’s a wonder my breaths don’t force it out.
Satisfied with his work, he smirks and pulls down my dress, giving my buttock a swat.
“What about panties?” I squeak.
An evil grin slides up his lips. “None tonight. I want easy access in case I decide to take you.”
“While we’re out?”
He pulls my hips back into his hard girth. “Anywhere, anytime, anyhow. You’re mine to use as I see fit. Come. Draven is waiting downstairs.”
He takes my hand and leads me out.
This is going to be one hellish night.
In the car, I squirm in my seat, trying to get comfortable.
Leith’s lips twitch as he watches me, the bastard.
Curse my body for finding this arousing, this whole state of being at his disposal.
My nipples ache from rubbing against the dress’s fabric, and my clit has been thumping since he settled next to me.
We draw up to a hotel, and Leith hands me out of the car, nodding at Draven. They seem to speak some silent language from years of working together.
Up on the roof of the hotel, spectacular views open out—three hundred sixty degrees of London sights.
The Eye, Buckingham Palace, Big Ben, St. Paul’s Cathedral, the works.
Leith lays a hand on the small of my back and leads me around all the windows.
Since I have the feeling he’s showing me off as much as taking in the scenery, I’m giddy and flattered.
As he points out the Shard, Westminster Abbey, and the Royal Albert Hall, his hand drifts to the curve of my backside, as though he’s taking possession of me in front of the world.
His palm makes my skin tingle and heat rush up my spine.