Chapter 10
MAREN
Lucas didn’t say a word as he guided me out of the compound’s clinic space. His hand wrapped around my waist and stayed there all the way to his room, which was good because I was trembling. Not for the reason I probably should’ve been after everything that happened outside the diner, though.
I wasn’t scared. This was a confusing mix of adrenaline and sensual need. The kind that I only experienced with Lucas.
He didn’t look down at me while we walked, and his shoulders were rigid beneath his cut. A muscle ticked at the corner of his jaw, and I worried that he was angry with me for leaving the compound. The thought made my stomach twist in knots. But his threat of punishment had also intrigued me.
After watching Lucas take down two armed men like it was nothing, all I could think about was how badly I wanted his hands on me again. How badly I wanted him to touch me the way he had last night. To go even further this time.
My chest tightened as we walked up the stairs, and my pulse echoed in my ears when we finally stopped at the door to his room.
He opened it slowly, stepped inside, and turned toward me. Watching me as I followed him inside without speaking.
The soft click of the lock sliding into place made my entire body go still.
Lucas crossed his arms over his broad chest, the leather of his cut creaking faintly.
The look on his face was pure command when he finally rasped, “Strip for me, baby.”
I didn’t hesitate to do as he said. My fingers trembled as they reached for the hem of my shirt. I pulled it over my head, letting it drop to the floor. My black pants followed, then my bra.
He didn’t speak again until I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties and paused, suddenly shy.
“All of it. I want nothing between us tonight.”
Wetting my lips with my tongue, I slid the lace down my legs. Then I stood in front of him completely naked while he was still fully dressed, my heart hammering so loudly I was sure he could hear it.
“Good girl.” His eyes darkened as his gaze raked over me, like every inch I had revealed belonged to him already. That was fair because it felt like I did after last night. “No one takes what’s mine. And you are fucking mine, Maren.”
Goose bumps popped up along my bare skin as I gasped, “Lucas.”
“Stay there for a second, baby.” He disappeared into the bathroom and quickly returned with two bath towels folded over his forearm. “Turn around. Hands behind your back.”
I knew he’d stop if I asked, but as nervous as I was, it didn’t even cross my mind to protest. Instead, I complied, my pulse racing.
I crossed my wrists at the small of my back, and he stepped close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him.
He wrapped the first towel around them, knotting it firmly but gently.
Then he used the second towel to bind my elbows closer together, forcing my shoulders back and my breasts forward.
The position left me vulnerable, but I still felt safe. Lucas would never hurt me.
“Eyes on me.” He caught my chin and tilted my face up. “I need to see every expression. Every time you bite your lip and when your lashes flutter. Understand?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Good girl.” His thumb brushed my lower lip before he guided me toward the foot of the bed. “Over my lap.”
He kept his hands on my waist as he sat, guiding me as I lowered myself across his thighs. My bound arms rested awkwardly along my spine, and my cheek pressed into the comforter. The position left me completely at his mercy, and I didn’t understand why, but I loved it.
His big palm smoothed over one cheek. “You scared the hell out of me tonight, Maren. You could’ve been taken. Or worse.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t—”
His fingers flexed against my skin, breaking off my words. “You don’t get to put yourself in danger like that. Not ever again.”
The first spank cracked across my right cheek. Heat bloomed instantly, but it wasn’t too painful.
“That’s for not staying put like I told you.”
The second landed on the left and was just a little harder. I gasped, my thighs clenching involuntarily.
“And for scaring the fuck out of me.”
My skin felt hot and sensitive all over. I squirmed, embarrassed by my slickness and how my hips rocked down toward his thigh, seeking friction.
His voice was thick when he murmured, “Look at you, all pink and wet after your spanking. You liked your punishment, didn’t you, baby?”
“Mm-hmm,” I panted.
He carefully flipped me onto my back, placing me in the middle of the mattress before settling between my spread thighs. “Are you gonna stay put the next time I tell you?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“You better.” He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking hard enough to make my back bow and leave a red mark on my breast. His fingers found the other peak, rolling and tugging in time with his mouth until both nipples pebbled.
Each tug sent pleasure directly to my core. I writhed, my hips lifting, desperate for more.
“Stay still,” he warned, gripping my hip. “You take what I give you, baby.”
I stilled on the mattress, and he rewarded me by switching sides and lavishing the neglected breast with the same attention while his hand teased the first. I was shaking and covered in small bite marks by the time he finally kissed lower, trailing fire down my stomach.
When he settled fully between my thighs, he spread me wide with his thumbs. “Been dying for another taste of this pretty pussy all day.”
The first long lick from the entrance to clit stole my breath. I cried out, my hips jerking again, but he pinned me down with one forearm across my lower belly and went to work at making me come.
He devoured me, his lips sealing over my clit, sucking gently, then harder.
His tongue plunged inside me with slow, deep strokes, then returned to circle my clit in tight, relentless patterns.
He was quieter than he’d been when he made me come with his mouth last night, but he didn’t give me the chance to miss his dirty talk.
After pushing me over the edge, two thick fingers slid in, curling against that perfect spot while his mouth worked me mercilessly for a second release.
“Lucas, please,” I pleaded.
He lifted his head, his lips wet and swollen. “Not yet, baby. I want you soaked and desperate before I take you.”
He built me up again, but slower this time. There was more sensual teasing, drawing out every whimper and plea until another orgasm crashed over me. I shattered hard, screaming his name as pleasure ripped through me in violent waves.
“Yes! Oh yes, Lucas!”
Only then did he rise, shoving his jeans and boxers down just enough to free himself. His dick was hard and already leaking. He notched the head at my entrance, his eyes locked on mine.
“I’ll do my best to go slow,” he promised, his voice strained. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
I wiggled, my fists pushing against the small of my back. “Um…maybe you could untie my hands first? It’s a little uncomfortable now.”
“Shit, baby. Yeah.” He flipped me onto my side and undid the knotted towels, freeing my arms. Then he rubbed them for a moment, making sure the blood was flowing properly, before he rolled me onto my back again. “Better?”
“Yeah.” I smiled up at him. “But we may need to try it that way some other time, when you’re not taking my virginity.”
His answering grin was wolfish, easing the harsh planes of his face. “Something to look forward to.”
He pushed in carefully, inch by inch. There was pressure and a stretching fullness. Even a faint burn, but no blinding pain. My body was so relaxed and drenched from the orgasms he’d already given me that the discomfort was manageable.
When he finally seated himself fully, he stilled, letting me adjust, his forehead pressed to mine. “You okay?”
I nodded, then managed words. “It didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.”
“Thank fuck.”
He began to move with long, measured strokes that dragged over every sensitive place inside me. Each thrust built the pleasure higher. I wrapped my legs around his waist and clutched at his shoulders, pulling him deeper.
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “This tight little pussy was made for me. Feel how deep I am?”
“Yes,” I gasped. “So good.”
My words spurred him on, and his rhythm quickened. He went harder and faster until the bed creaked beneath us.
“You’re going to take me like you were made for it. And you’re gonna feel me for days.”
My inner walls fluttered at his dirty talk, and his hand slipped between our bodies, his thumb circling my clit in perfect time with his thrusts.
“Come again,” he demanded. “Let me feel you milk my cock while I fill you up.”
The command pushed me over. I shattered, my inner walls pulsing around him as my vision darkened. He followed with a guttural groan, slamming deep and pulsing inside me. The hot, endless jets seemed to go on forever.
When the aftershocks faded, he eased out carefully and rolled us so I was tucked against his chest. “You’re mine. From this moment, you fucking breathe for me.”