Chapter 14
Vissarian
“With my heart racing, I swirled my tongue, fighting tears of frustration burning my eyes. If I didn’t perform well enough, I’d be punished.
His face twisted as every muscle in his body tensed. I noticed the moment he grabbed the thick leather strap, tensing from anticipation.
‘You need training, baby girl. That’s alright.’
The single crack of the belt jarred my senses, yet my pussy was on fire, the ache becoming intense.”
I had to clear my throat. Holy crap. There were authors who wrote this kind of… stuff for their careers? I certainly wasn’t a prude, but Jesus Christ. As I wiped sweat from my brow, I noticed the way her cute little nose was wrinkled.
Then again, the book had provided me with some pretty tasty and highly indulgent ideas.
“What’s wrong? Can’t a strong, alpha male handle the heat?” The lilt in Fallon’s voice was far too mischievous.
“It’s not the heat I’m worried about.”
What the fuck had I just read? Out loud.
As soon as I stopped reading, I lifted my head, scratching my jaw while glancing at my companion. We were on the bed, Bella lying across two of the four pillows, the exhausted pup fast asleep.
Fallon laughed. “Keep reading. You’re just getting to the good part.”
I’d tormented her for thirty minutes about her choice of reading materials, getting under her skin enough she’d grabbed my shirt and nothing else, walking out the door in her bare feet, returning a few minutes later with the book in her hand.
And something else that she thought I hadn’t seen. My thoughts turned even more primal than before.
“You’re sure,” I said while brushing my knuckle across her cheek. Her slight wince raised my hackles for a second time.
Her smile faded when she noticed my concern. “I’m sure. You make the pages come to life. Did anyone ever tell you that you’d make a fabulous audio book performer?”
“Performer?”
“Duh,” she said “That’s because much like you, narrators use emotion to bring out the depth to a piece. You do that very well. So yes, please keep reading?”
I sucked in my breath, finding my place in the book. Why was it that reading something full of domination and passion seemed… out of place or perhaps slightly embarrassing? When did that ever happen to me?
Clearing my throat for a second time, I started again.
“Alessandro was my master, a man I’d fallen hard for, yet a part of him terrified me. With his dark eyes and haunting demeanor, I was both electrified and fearful of what I’d become from his touch and training. Yet the moment he brought the thick strap down, my core erupted in fire.”
I lifted my gaze and a single brow.
Fallon was doing her best not to laugh, biting her lower lip.
It had been a hell of a long time since I’d had a picnic on a bed while a beautiful woman sat only a few inches away.
She was an utter temptation. While she tried to keep the sheet covering her delicious body, I was at the point of ripping it off completely.
The evil thought remained in the forefront of my mind as I returned to my performer duties.
“I wanted to please him in every way, longing to have my lips wrapped around his big. Thick. Cock.”
“Laying it on a little thick, aren’t you?” she teased and had the nerve to position her lips in a perfect ‘o.’ Fuck me, I was hard as a rock.
I lifted the book, acting like I wasn’t paying any attention.
“He continued the spanking, taking his time to mark every inch of my bottom. When he’d finished, he tossed the belt aside, yet I knew he wasn’t finished with me yet. As he lifted my chin with a single finger, I could see such adoration in his eyes. His next words thrilled me.
‘You did great, baby girl. Now, you’ll be rewarded.’”
Fallon shifted on the bed and the sheet fell by a few inches, exposing her breasts and taut nipples. They were rosy, her areoles swollen from where I’d sucked on them relentlessly.
Why not mix it up a little? I adjusted the book so she couldn’t see what I was reading. As she reached for her glass of wine, I allowed myself a dark smile.
With her fingers wrapped around the glass, she closed her eyes. All the better for what I had in mind.
“‘Now, you’re going to please me in another way,’ he said in a commanding voice. ‘Lie back on the bed and open your legs. Be a good girl for me.’”
I was staring at her and not the book.
“Hmm…” she said, popping one eye open. “There was no shift in scenes.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that she was kneeling on the floor. How did she suddenly end up in bed?”
I tossed the book aside, immediately crawling toward her. As soon as I took the glass from her hand, she bent back while pushing her hand against my chest.
“Okay. You got me, but why not play along?”
She kneaded my muscles and sighed. “What are you doing?”
“Since I’m your master, you will do as I say with no questions asked. Do you understand?”
After narrowing her eyes, she wrinkled that cute nose of hers.
When she opened her mouth, I placed a single finger across her lips. “Be careful what you say to your master. If you continue to be disobedient, you will be punished.”
“You won’t do that.”
“Lie down or you’ll find out, only I won’t be nearly as easygoing as the man in the book.”
She batted her long eyelashes, but did as I said, nestling her head next to Bella’s. They looked too damn cute, almost more than I could handle for the filth I had in mind.
“Close your eyes. No peeking.”
“Yes, sir.”
As soon as she’d obeyed me, I ripped down the sheet.
“What are you doing?” When she dared open one eye, I pinched her right nipple.
“Obedience. I will teach you.”
She closed her eyes, pretending like she was settling in.
Before I eased back, I quietly opened the small nightstand drawer where she’d hidden the vibrator.
I had to admit the moment I’d seen what she had stored away in her luggage, my mind had spun to dirty stories of my own.
Why not play them all out while I had the time?
With the sex toy in my line of sight, but not hers, I lifted and spread her legs. “Keep them this way.”
“Why, yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir. As your captain, I aim to please.”
I hadn’t grinned so much in freaking months, but I was doing so right now. I toyed with her, brushing the rough pads of my fingers along the slick insides of her thighs. I’d fucked her again in between the cheese plate appetizer and the rich rare steak.
Now she was covered with my scent, but in my mind, it wasn’t enough.
She pressed the back of her hand across her face, turning her head away as if embarrassed, pointing her toes. I took a few seconds to admire her bare, pretty pussy. Her lips were glistening and my mouth watered all over again.
I took my time caressing her until goosebumps appeared on her arms and legs. When I blew across her wetness, she shuddered audibly. A kiss of rose crisscrossed her jaw and her breath had become more labored.
If only I had a feather to tease her with relentlessly. The vibrator would need to do. With her in the perfect position, I studied the purple rubber piece, marveling in its design, including the ribs on the length of the shaft.
I quickly glanced down at my semi aroused cock, daring to compare the size. I was much bigger. Much, much bigger.
Still grinning, I flicked on the switch.
Immediately she jerked up, but I’d give her an ounce of credit. She kept her eyes closed.
“Good girl. Maybe you can learn. What’s the saying? Teaching an old dog new tricks?” My tease brought a snarl from Fallon’s lips and a slight growl from Bella’s throat.
Even though the dog was still asleep.
“Don’t be an ass. What are you doing?”
“Giving you what you think you want. Isn’t that why you brought a sex toy with you?”
Her face fully flushed and she tried to roll onto her side.
I refused to allow her, pinching her clit until she spread her legs nice and wide for me. “Be a very good girl and I’ll teach you the difference in a dense piece of rubber and a thick, all-male cock.”
“Mmm… Yes, please.”
I held up the vibrating toy, twisting it in the light. Such evil thoughts were running through my mind. What a bad man I was. When I touched the tip against her clit, I thought for certain she’d jump from the bed.
Her howl was adorable and I repeated the action, now rewarded with a series of moans. She was nervous, keeping her hand over her face as I toyed with her, rubbing the tip up and down her slickness several times.
“You’re so bad. Just so very bad,” she murmured.
“I was just saying that to myself. At least I can be honest.”
“Ugh.”
Just watching the way her eyes rolled back and forth in her head kept my attention. Now I was fully aroused, my cock aching. I’d need to fuck her again. To hell with the toy.
I pressed the entire length against her sweet pussy and she almost convulsed. Yes, watching her could become a hobby. She was just so beautiful, every inch. Every curve.
The perfect body for a man like me.
A ravenous man.
She pressed one hand against her knee, holding her leg open. Did she have any idea how vulnerable she was?
I couldn’t help myself, continuing to toy with her as she writhed on the bed.
“So bad,” she moaned, her hand slipping from her knee. She pounded her fist on the bed until Bella snuffled in her ear. Then she smiled, flexing and fisting her hand as she remained trembling.
After watching her for an exorbitant amount of time, I slipped the tip of the toy into her pussy.
“Fuck. Oh, fuck.” Her eyelashes skimmed across her cheeks and I almost punished her for her slight disobedience, but I just couldn’t do it.
I held back a chuckle and twisted the toy as I slipped another inch inside. Then another. Her muscles were quick to clamp around the toy and the vibrating whir added a moment of sexual tension.
She dug her heels into the bed, fighting to remain in position. The moment I plunged the remainder inside, she arched her back to a deep concave.
I was at the point of being driven crazy, my balls aching and my stiff cock getting in the way of what I was trying to do.
Every movement she made grabbed my attention. I twirled the toy, allowing the thick nubs to work their magic. Within a few seconds, I could tell by her ragged pants and the tossing of her head that she was close to being swept into ecstasy.
As I pumped in and out, she lost it, slapping her hand over her mouth as soon as a scream erupted from her voluptuous lips. I refused to stop, thrusting as brutally as I’d done with my cock, enjoying the show more than I should. But what the heck? The night was still young.
When she finally started to come down from the rafters, I pulled the toy out, keeping it whirling for a few seconds as I inhaled her sweet scent. She moaned several times, drawing my attention.
“You are incredibly alluring when you climax. Did you know that?” I rolled the tip of the toy down her leg, tickling her.
She laughed, bending her knees and rolling over onto her side. “Did anyone ever tell you that you’re a terrible man?”
“Plenty of people. You have no idea.”
“Well, you are.” Yawning, she nuzzled against the pillow and as she did, several strands of hair fell across her face. “Just terrible. Arrogant. Powerful. Maybe too much so. You walk into a room and you think everyone should just… part ways like… like you’re the king.”
As her words faded off, I finally turned off the vibrator. Within seconds, I could tell she’d fallen asleep. Leaning over, I gently brushed the strands of hair from her eyes. Immediately, my chest tightened.
We’d played roughly enough that our actions had rubbed makeup off her face. With the light over the bed aimed perfectly on the side of her face, I was forced to take a deep breath.
My fucking God. I’d never felt this level or type of anger in my life.
I’d been around a hell of a lot of violence in my world. Some I’d inflicted where I’d seen others take the brunt. That meant I knew exactly what a bruise from a horrific punch to the face looked like. I also knew the various stages of coloration on the skin.
An area just under her eye had a yellowish color, which likely meant whoever had hit her had done so ten days or so before. If Jeffrey had done this, I would kill the motherfucker with my bare hands. There was no excuse acceptable. Not one.
I took a deep breath, caressing her face. The punch had been savage and if I had to guess, done by a man. She was lucky it hadn’t done damage to her eye.
When she shifted, I curled my fingers, rising off the bed.
She was a stranger, not someone I should even consider seeing again after returning to Vegas. There were various reasons including that I wasn’t good for anyone. Yet I could not just let this pass. And I’d know if she was lying.
One thing was certain. I needed to learn more about her. Who she was. Who she had associations with.
As I’d already told her before, everyone had secrets and given the look of fear I’d seen in her eyes, I’d say hers would come back to haunt her.
At that moment, I knew how I’d react.
Over my goddamn dead body.