Chapter Thirty-four
I pull my glasses off and rub at my eyes as I take the stairs up from the basement.
I managed to stop the attack, but I’ve no idea how much data the malware stole or what.
There’s a lot with extra encryption that a simple malware can’t access, but there are other bits that hadn’t been protected.
I have some software running which’ll tell me what’s been compromised, but that takes time.
There’s a shit ton of data to go through.
I’ve done what I can, and right now, all I want to do is hold my woman.
I input the code to the automatic lock on the basement door and step back into the house, finding it entirely too quiet.
The under-counter lights have been left on, but the main light is off, and the kitchen is empty.
I quickly check in the living room for her, but that, too, is vacant.
She’s gone to bed then. I mean, it is past two in the morning, so I’m not sure I expected her to still be awake.
Heading back through to the kitchen for my cell, I spot the note on the counter beside it.
I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to click it.
I know there probably isn’t anything I can do, but let me know if there is anything.
I’ve made you dinner. It’s in the oven, hopefully it’s still warm by the time you come up.
See you in the morning.
Sloane
I know it wasn’t her fault, and I don’t blame her. Heading to the oven, I pull out the foil covered plate. The food is still hot, and even though I’ve no appetite and want to go to fucking bed, I eat it because she made it for me.
When it’s finished and I’ve cleaned up, I turn out the lights, double check the locks, and head up, knowing she won’t be in my room.
We’ll have to move over, I think, as I turn the lights off as I go.
I’ve got a bigger and comfier bed, more room to move, more space for her things, and an ensuite.
She’d be more comfortable in my room with me.
There’s no way she leaves after all of this, no way she walks out the door and we become nothing more than boss and employee.
I find her curled on her side, her back to the door when I walk in, ashy hair spread across the pillow.
She shifts, turning. “Dean?”
“You’re awake,” I stop at the side of the bed.
“I couldn’t sleep.” She turns onto her back and lifts her arms above her head, resting them on her pillow. “Are you okay?”
“It’s nothing that I can’t fix, Butterfly,” I assure her.
Her face softens, “I am sorry.”
I’m spread across her in the next breath, capturing her mouth with mine. I didn’t even think, didn’t stop to realize what this does to her.
“Shit,” I hiss, moving to get off her, but her hands capture my arms, holding me to her.
“Stay.”
“Sloane,” I warn.
“I’m okay,” She assures me, “I know I’m safe.”
My eyes bounce between hers, my breath lodged somewhere in my throat as I wait for her to change her mind. Instead, she gives me a soft smile, “I want to know what it feels like.”
“What do you want to know?” I kiss the corner of her mouth.
“How it feels to be owned by you,” Her neon blues dip to my mouth, “How it feels to have you working inside of me.”
My cock jerks, “Sloane.” I give her another warning.
“I trust you, Dean.” She breathes, “More than I have ever trusted anyone else.”
“Are you sure?” I ask because I’ll never forgive myself if I hurt her.
“Yes,” She lifts one of her hands and cups the side of my face, prompting me to turn so I can kiss her palm.
There’s no hesitancy, no anxiety, her surety is written all over her face.
Lowering, I capture her mouth, sliding my tongue between her lips and feel her melt beneath me, her body softening, her neck tilting to allow me the access I crave.
She’s pliant and giving, her thighs cradling my hips, hard cock pressing into the soft center of her.
I grind forward a little, letting her feel what she does to me, and her whimper lands against my tongue.
She chases me as I pull away from her mouth, rising to my knees between her legs and looking down on her.
Lust hazed eyes watch me as I untie the sling to free my arm and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor.
“Sit up for me,” I command her gently, and she rises. “Arms up.”
She doesn’t question me as she lifts her arms above her head, and I reach for the thin cami covering her, pulling it off so it can join my shirt on the floor.
I take a good look at her, the mounds of her breasts, rosy nipples peaked, the curves and dips of her body, the edge of the scar on her hip that I can just about see at this angle.
“So damn pretty, Sloane,” I praise her, “Lay down and take off your shorts.”
She does as she is told until she is lying there, completely naked, her legs spread, showing me how wet she is for me. My cock jerks behind my zipper, and her muscles jump as I begin to slide my hands down her inner thighs. Her eyes dip to where there’s a bulge in my pants, and she reaches for me.
“Needy little thing,” I grab her wrist to stop her motion, but when she licks her lips, turning those heavy eyes to me, I almost snap. “There are too many things I want to do to you, Sloane.”
“Then do them,” She challenges.
My mouth cocks up into a smirk as I climb from the bed and reach into one of the drawers for a silk tie. She follows me with her eyes, watching, but when I don’t immediately go back to her, she frowns.
“Here,” I point to the carpet, “I want you on your knees.”
Sloane slips off the bed and crosses to me, but before she can lower, I slide my hand to the nape of her neck, pulling her in for a kiss.
Her body presses to mine, the warmth of her skin a brand that burns me to my bones.
Not enough time, not enough minutes or hours or seconds to worship her the way she should be.
Letting her go, she immediately gets to her knees, placing her hands on her thighs. Her blind trust blooming something in my chest.
“Unbutton my pants and take them down,” I tell her.
She lifts her fingers and follows instructions, pulling my pants and boxers off until I can kick them off my legs to join the other items of discarded clothing.
The air in the room is warm, and in this light, her hair appears more blonde than the ashy color it is.
She’s cast in a golden hue, her skin glowing, the light touching her in a kiss that gives her a halo.
“Now swallow me down, Butterfly,” I nudge the tip of me against her plump lips, “Suck me. I want to fuck your mouth.”
Her eyes on me, she parts her lips and sucks the crown of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the piercing before she takes me as far back as she can.
A groan rumbles from my throat, but I can’t stop watching.
Her blue eyes hold mine as she goes, her hand wrapped around my shaft as she bobs her head, her warm, wet tongue teasing the sensitive spot beneath.
“Fuck,” I groan — damn, I’m pretty sure it was more of a fucking whimper. “You feel so good, baby.”
She hums around my cock, and my knees practically buckle.
Grasping my shaft, I pull from her mouth, her lips letting go with a wet pop, and then help her up, grasping her chin as I whisper my lips on hers and walk her back toward the bed.
Her knees hit the mattress, and she falls back, my body following as my cock nudges at her pussy, and her legs come around me. I bring the silk tie up.
“Do you trust me?” I ask her.
“Yes,” She answers immediately.
“You tell me to stop, and I stop, you understand?”
She nods, her body stiffening just a touch as I bring the tie over her eyes, leaving it loose so light can still get in.
“Okay?” I breathe, my restraint at a boiling point and ready to snap.
“Y-yes,” She stutters.
“You’re being so brave, Butterfly,” I praise her, “So good.”
“Fuck,” She whimpers.
“You like that, hm?” I lift her head to bring the two ends of the tie together, “You blush so pretty when I praise you, Sloane.”
Her body shivers.
“Dulling one sense heightens another,” I explain, “I’m taking your vision, so you feel. ”
“Okay,” She whispers, and I secure the tie, blinding her.
“Remember what I said,” I come away from her body, leaving her on the edge of the mattress. “You say stop, and I will.”
She nods but remains silent, so I grasp her ankle and bring her leg up, letting my teeth graze over her ankle bone, “Words, Sloane. I need them.”
“Yes,” She replies quickly, her skin pebbling. “I understand.”
“That’s my good girl,” Stroking a hand down her leg, I stop at her inner thigh, whispering tight circles there, close to where she needs me the most. “What do you feel?”
Her teeth tug at her bottom lip as her skin pebbles, “Your hand.”
“And what do you need?”
“I want you to touch me,” Her voice shakes, “Please, Dean.”
“Such pretty manners,” I praise, allowing my fingers to slide through her pussy, parting her so I can rub tight circles against her clit. “Like this?”
“Yes,” She hisses, head tilting back as her spine bows off the bed.
“I love the way your body responds to me, Sloane,” I tell her, leaning down to run the flat edge of my tongue from her hole to clit.
She cries out, the sound like damn music to my ears.
Lowering my fingers, I gently insert one of them, fucking her with a single finger as I suck her clit into my mouth.
Her hand grips my hair, tugging on the strands as her legs clamp around my head.
Her orgasm is quick and sudden. I wasn’t expecting it to happen so soon, but her pussy contracts around my finger, pulses on my tongue, and she screams out my name.
I help her through it, drawing out her pleasure with soft strokes of my tongue. She’s soaked, leaving a little wet patch on the bed, my mouth and hand covered in her. Her breaths come out fast and hard, but if she thinks I’m done with her…
I’m just getting started.