Chapter 7 #2
“Could do the zipper, but it’s a bugger,” she mutters, and I chuckle again watching her antics. Her arse is striped and pink from my belt, her thighs as well. She’s got the perfect hour-glass figure. I could dive between those curves and get lost forever.
Her breasts jiggle as she wriggles, and my already-hard cock stirs. Jesus.
Beautiful.
She balls up the entirety of the pretty little dress and flings it straight at me. I catch it with one hand and nod with approval.
“Feisty. I like it.” She stands, watching me, her hands on her hips. “Have you ever had really rough sex, darlin’?”
She blinks. “Really rough? Like what we did up there?”
“Ah ah,” I say, shaking my head. “I dominated you up there and gave you a little taste of punishment. It wasn’t what I’d call rough sex, though.”
She squirms and bites her lip, swallowing before she answers. She stands wearing nothing but knickers, a wee lacy bra, and the marks from my belt. When she continues, her voice is a little husky and wobbly. “No, but I’m… game to try, though.”
Excellent. We will.
“Leave the knickers,” I tell her, gesturing toward the little silky pair she wears. “Those will be mine.”
She nods and shifts, and I wonder if she’s getting excited again. I sure as fuck am. “Now, Bryn. Take down your hair.”
Her eyes are on me as she removes a little clip that holds the golden loops and curls in place. It’s come loose from our romp on the roof, but still, when she fully releases it, it swings down in fragrant waves I want to run my fingers through.
“Beautiful,” I murmur, crooking a finger at her. “Come here.”
She walks to me as if on tenterhooks, her eyes on me. She prowls like she’s the queen of the fucking jungle.
“I like when you look at me like that,” she whispers. “I feel so beautiful. So attractive.”
“You ought to.” I reach for her as she reaches me. “You’re a stunner.”
She smiles. “Thank you. That’s very sweet of you.”
“Now sit,” I say, tugging her onto my lap. She smells so good, with that faintly spicy, floral scent that makes me mad.
She reaches for a fork, but I shake my head at her. “No you won’t.”
“Won’t what?” Her brows furrow in confusion.
“Feed yourself. I’ll be the one that feeds you.”
She looks keenly at the two forks. “Why two, then?”
“In case I drop one on the floor.”
“Oh,” she says with a laugh. “Then in that case, why use forks at all?”
I smile. “I like the way you think.” I take the chocolate trifle out of the box. It’s in a small plastic bowl with fluted edges, decorated with shaved chocolate and billows of whipped cream.
I place the flat of my palm against her back, holding her in place, while I offer her the trifle on the palm of my right hand. “Would you like to try some?”
She nods.
“Have at it, then. No need to waste any time. It looks delicious.” It does look delicious, but nowhere near as much as she does.
“Just… eat it?”
I swallow hard, my dick poking against her arse. “Yeah, darlin’. Just… eat it.”
She licks a pretty tendril of fluffy whipped cream, then I watch as the pink tip of her tongue laps at a little chocolate shaving. She sighs and takes a bite. “So yummy.”
I kiss her, tasting the rich, creamy sweetness.
“Yes, you are.”
She smiles.
“Another bite, then?”
She takes another lick, until she gets to the layers of chocolate cake with chocolate cream, and she bites it. Her lip’s coated in the creamy concoction when she looks at me. We’re so close, her breath warms my cheek. I lick the chocolate off her lip, suckling the chocolate right off her.
She sighs, moaning into me as I lean in to give her a kiss.
We play this game for a while until the trifle’s half gone.
“Next, the mousse.”
“Mmm,” she whispers. “The mousse.”
I nestle the half-eaten trifle back in the box, then remove the white paper flute of mousse.
“Lick this, too?” she asks.
“Oh aye,” I whisper. “I want to see you do it.”
I’ve forgotten who we are, or why we’re here, and anything that is going to happen next. All that I can think about is watching her tongue dart out and lick the decadent treat. All I can think about is where else that tongue could be.
I’m not breathing when she laps her tongue around the very edge of the swirls of mousse, the tip dragging along while she releases a moan. Oh fuck is that hot. I’m shaking my head, watching her as she laps at the treat, the fluffy dessert on her lips, and at the corner of her mouth.
I take it away from her, and she blinks in surprise.
“Hey! I wasn’t quite done with—”
I silence her while I lay her out on her back, my mouth on hers capturing the sweet, rich flavor of chocolate mingled with the soft, sensual touch of her tongue against mine. I run both of my hands up and down the length of her body, pressing my erection hard against her belly.
I fucked her not half an hour ago and I’m ready to go again, to lay her down and make her come in every fucking way possible. My tongue between her legs, my fingers in her pussy, fucking her perfect, pert little arse until she screams.
Her hands are around the back of my neck, scrambling for purchase as we drown in this kiss, the dessert forgotten, when her bag starts to buzz.
Fuck.
I know exactly what call she's going to get. I know what’s going to have to happen next, what I have to do.
But I already fucking regret it. I don't like knowing that I'm manipulating the situation.
I don't like knowing that I'm responsible for even the tiniest bit of fear she's going to feel.
I don't like knowing that I'm going to be the one that rescues her, because I don’t want it to be a farce when I do.
Her hands on the back of my neck still, and she pulls away with a groan.
“I have to get that. Fuck.”
I force a sigh of reluctant agreement, even though the reluctance bit isn’t part of the routine at all.
“It’s alright,” I say, gesturing to the phone. A part of me hopes that I'm wrong, that this isn't the phone call I'm anticipating. A part of me hopes that she misses it, that we can go back to being who I want to be when I'm with her. Both of us, together, fucking enjoying ourselves for once.
But when she picks up the phone, I know that every hope is in vain.
She stares at the text, her hand wrapping around her chest as if to cover herself. I don’t even know if she does it on purpose, or if there’s something about the reminder of her father that makes her feel as if she needs to hide.
“I have to call him,” she says on a sigh. “I’m so sorry, Mac, he says it’s urgent. And if my mum’s hurt again—”
She dials, and I steel myself for what has to happen next.
I watch as that sweet pucker forms between her brows again, her lips pressed in a thin line of worry. “Hello? Aye, Dad, I’m fine, are you?”
Her face is steely, her body wound tight as she waits for him to deliver the news.
“Oh. Oh, dear,” she whispers. “My bodyguard? Aye, he’s nearby.
” She bites her lip and gives me a panicked look.
I reach for her hand, giving her a little squeeze, playing the part of the supportive bloke…
but Jesus, that’s exactly what she needs right now, exactly what I do too.
“Is everyone alright?” She’s nodding, even though he can’t see. She shakes her head from side to side, and for some reason turns away from me. She rises, and reaches for a folded blanket, gray velour, that hangs on the back of the couch. “Just a minute, Dad.”
She hits mute and turns to me, her face stricken. “I’ll be right back, promise, I have to take this privately.”
“Of course,” I say, feeling guiltier than I ever have in my entire fucking life. “Go. Bedroom?”
She nods, trots up the stairs, and a second later, a door shuts.
I take the opportunity to clean up the dessert, packing away the ones we haven’t eaten yet. I toss the dishes in the dishwasher and check the messages on my burner phone.
William: Everything set into motion, boss.
I shove it back in the pocket of my jacket, as I hear the bedroom door upstairs open. I look up with concern as she descends the stairs. She gives me a wan smile.
“Mac.”
“Aye, lassie? Everything alright, is it?”
She shrugs. “Not so sure about that. Seems just a short time ago, there was a threat against my family home. Anonymous. No one knows where or how, but everyone’s evacuated.
My father’s concerned that I’m not safe.
I lied and told him I was with my bodyguard, and I’ll have to make sure we get in touch to make sure we corroborate that lie. ”
I nod. This is what I wanted, exactly what I wanted.
Then why does it feel so wrong?
“But I can’t…” she furrows her brows. “I can’t go home tonight.
They’re doing a bomb sweep, making sure everyone’s alright.
I lied… well, sort of. And told my dad I was out with a friend and would spend the night at her house.
He just doesn’t want me coming home tonight, or putting myself in danger, and he’s so distracted by Mum I don’t think he’s paying attention to details. ”
She’s reached me, so I put my arms around her back and draw her to me.
“I’m so sorry to hear that. Anywhere I need to take you?”
It’s a setup. I won’t take her anywhere but back to my own family home, but I want to pretend I’ll do what she needs me to.
She shakes her head. “No, thank you. I just…” she smiles sheepishly, “need a place to stay tonight?”
“Of course. Do you know what danger you’re in, though?”
She frowns. “I don’t know who or what’s after my family, just that it’s the worst possible timing.” She blows out a breath and rolls her eyes. “I hate this.”
I smile at her, dropping the act and speaking the truth. “I’m not. I fucking love spending time with you, lass. And I love that we’ve an excuse for you not to go home.” I place my hand under her chin to hold her gaze. “I’ll tell you this, though, love.”
She nods. “Aye?”
“If your family is in danger, I want you far removed from it.”
“Do you know my family, Mac?”
“I know who they are, yes, but I can’t say we’ve had anything to do with them for some time.”
Lies, lies, fucking lies.