Around the World in 80 Men Series: Boxed Set 21-30 (91 page)

Morgan
couldn't hide her smile as she did what she was told. She slowly
flipped from her stomach to her back, feeling his eyes watching her
every move. With darkness shielding her view, Morgan was left to
explore her other senses. The sounds she heard; her own heart beat,
the soft inhale and exhale of breath, the ticking of the clock on
the bedside table. The scent of Eryk, his soap, his cologne, his
manly pheromones...it was enough to give Morgan chills. With her eyes
still concealed behind the cloth, she tried sitting up on her elbows,
but two firm hands came down on her shoulders and pushed her back to
the bed.

“I
told you to roll over, that was it.” She could hear the
amusement in Eryk's voice and could tell that he enjoyed the dominant
role, but he was far more care free than some of her other
dominant
clients. Morgan's small hands clenched into fists on either side
of her body as Eryk's tongue swept the length of her jaw to her
collarbone. Feeling his tongue across her skin, but unable to see him
do it, unable to touch him, unable to grab his hair and guide
him...Morgan wasn't sure how much she would be able to handle, but
Eryk wasn't going to give her an option. “Put your hands over
your head.”

Morgan
slowly unclenched her hands, and began to move them toward the
headboard, but she wasn't moving at his pace. He, once again,
straddled her middle, and grabbed both of her wrists, placing them
above her head for her. In what seemed like a second, Morgan felt
something smooth slide over her wrists, then she felt it tighten. Her
arms stretched over her head, and she knew she had been secured to
the bed.

“Blindfold
and restraints? You are a...”

“Don't
speak, beautiful.” Morgan shivered as his words vibrated
against the nape of her neck. She felt his hands move to the bed, on
either side of her body, then felt his cock slide between her legs.
Without hesitation, Morgan's legs came up to his waist, urging him to
enter her body. The torture of not seeing the man, nor touching the
man was enough. She needed to
feel
him inside of her. Eryk's
hands gripped her thighs as he pushed her legs back to the bed.
“I've been nice long enough, Morgan. Do as you're told or
you'll get nothing at all.” She let out a long hot breath and
held her body still, quelling the ache that was almost impossible to
contain. “Arch your back, baby doll.” Morgan pulled her
ass up and pushed her breasts forward. Eryk watched her small pink
nipples tighten as he leaned forward and softly blew cool air over
her skin. Morgan's head fell to the side and she managed to stifle
the sounds that began to rise from her chest.

Did
he shave at work? His face is so smooth...nice....
Morgan's plan
to detach her mind from her body worked, but for only a few seconds.
“Eryk...”

“I
warned you.” He took the blindfold off and released her
wrists. “Goodnight, Morgan.” Her mouth fell open as she
watched his naked backside tighten with each step he took toward the
bedroom door.

“Aren't
you sleeping in here?” It was her only thought since rejection
wasn't something she intended to feel at the moment. He shook his
head but never turned around. The last sound she heard was Eryk
telling Boomer to get ready for a run together. Morgan fell back to
the bed and clenched her hands at her sides.

To
the empty room, she finally spoke through the rejection that had
seeped in. “You have jokes, Eryk. Well, my friend, you have
no idea what kind of ammunition I have in the
jokes
department.”
With that, she jumped from the bed and grabbed her phone. Angel's
skills in game playing would come in handy, and she clicked his name
and waited for her best friend to answer.

Chapter
Ten

“You
just need to turn the tables around, Stick. You're the one with the
goodies and
you're
the one who controls when he gets to play
hide the mothafuckin' sausage. Right here, GiGi...” The last
words were more of a whisper, and clearly not meant for Morgan. She
could actually picture the face Gio was probably making in the back
of the limo, with the vulgarities flying out of Angel's lips. “I
need to go check G-Wizzle in, but I just have a few more words for
you. Where are you?”

Morgan
didn't know if the question was meant for her, but through her
laughter, she asked. “Me?”

“Yes,
you! Where is your ass?”

“Uh,
my ass is somewhere near Warsaw.”

“War
what?” Angel smacked his lips into the phone.

“Warsaw.”

“Right.
Well, you tell Eryka that he needs to get you up out of Wally Wally
Bing Bang and get out to see some shit.”

“Eryk,
not Eryka, Angel. And it's Warsaw.”

“Whatever.
And wear something that shows off them big boobies and that bubble
ass. I know you have those clothes. I've got to go. Kiss, kiss.”
With that, Angel didn't even wait for a reply and hung up, to check
Gio into the restaurant.

Morgan
was still in a fit of giggles when she brought her phone down to the
bed beside her. Angel had given her a great idea. She was going to
make him pay for what he'd done to her, and she was going to have fun
doing it. It was probably good that her client had gone for a run,
because within minutes of her brushing her hair and teeth, Morgan was
sound asleep in Eryk's large bed.

*****

Morgan
awoke to the touch of Eryk's fingertips, moving down the center of
her bare back. She was also very aware of the hard object poking
against the top of her ass. At some point during the night, Eryk had
returned and it was obvious he was ready to
forgive
Morgan for
disobeying his orders.

They
were facing the same way, her back to his stomach. For a moment,
Morgan enjoyed the soft touching, keeping her eyes closed and taking
in the sweet scent of a freshly washed man behind her. After she felt
the hard
object
bury itself deeper into her back though, she
knew the game was about to begin.

She
rolled to her stomach, away from Eryk, and stretched out without even
looking in his direction, then sat up on the side of the bed and
stretched again. “Hi, Boomer Baby!” Morgan stood and
walked over to the far wall of the room to greet the large dog.
Feeling Eryk's eyes on her, Morgan bent over, revealing her most
secret place to the man who wanted it.

“Really?”
Morgan heard him groan, then slam his hands down on the bed, but she
didn't reply. Instead, after giving the dog a kiss on his head, she
walked right out of the room and down the stairs. Even as she walked
toward the kitchen, she could hear the man yell from his room.
“Morgan? Come back.”

Boomer
had followed her down the steps and she looked at the big boy with a
smile. “Is your daddy crying? Does he have some tears? Oh, yes,
I think he does.”

“Are
you mad about last night?” His voice was getting closer, but
she still wasn't going to reply.

“He's
still crying,” she whispered to the dog, but would not respond
to Eryk. When she heard him coming down the stairs, Morgan jumped up
on the counter, crossing one leg over the other.

“Do
you seriously have your naked ass on my counter top?” He had
finally made it into the kitchen, and with one brow raised, he
questioned Morgan. When she only raised a brow in return, he spoke
again and took a few steps closer. “How about you come down
from there, and I bend you over this counter instead.” By the
time he finished his sentence, the words were being spoken in
Morgan's ear. Her head automatically tilted slightly toward his
mouth, but she caught herself before he noticed. With a smile, she
was all too happy to explain her intentions for the day.

“My
naked ass,” she looked behind her for dramatic flair, then back
at Eryk who had only moved enough to stand right in front of her,
“would like to venture out today, if that's alright with you?”
Her quickly fluttering eyelashes were a bit much, but it still
worked. Eryk nodded.

“And
where would you like to go? Lunch? A walk? General sightseeing?”

“Yes.”
Morgan giggled and jumped from the counter then turned enough to get
by Eryk without touching him. He laughed and took a swipe at
grabbing her arm on the way, but he was too slow, and Morgan, along
with Boomer, ran back up the stairs.

“Traitor!”
Boomer didn't look back. Morgan laughed and answered for him.

“He's
coming with us, by the way.” She didn't care at the moment
that she was there to please him, nor did she care that he may have
already had plans for them that day, all she cared about was enjoying
herself and enjoying the handsome man that obviously needed a little
fun for the week. “Easy, handsome. You weigh more than most
grown men.” She grabbed the wall to stop from falling as they
both tried to squeeze through Eryk's bedroom door together. “You
have no idea how big you are, do you?” Morgan dropped to the
floor on her knees and hugged the thick neck of the dog. It was
comforting to feel his heavy head drop to her shoulder with a sweet
hug in return. With a kiss to his cheek and another squeeze, Morgan
stood up and made her way to the bathroom. “I'll shower alone,
thank you.” Her words were spoken over her shoulder, and
Boomer jumped up on Eryk's bed to wait for his new friend to return.

Eryk
remained in the kitchen and spent his time making coffee and
breakfast for the two of them. He didn't quite know what to make of
Morgan, but he was enjoying her nonetheless. She was different than
Julianne's other girls, and his only regret was knowing that if he
used the service again in the future, he would never get a woman like
Morgan again.

Twenty
minutes later, Morgan returned to the kitchen fully dressed and ready
to take on her day. Eyrk watched her walk to the table, her long
black sweater and dark jeans hugged her body perfectly, and his
physical response would have been evident if he were standing. “You
didn't have to get dressed, I thought you looked just fine earlier.”
He reached over and pulled the chair out that was next to him, but
Morgan sat quickly in the chair across from the smiling man. “It's
like that?” Morgan smiled and picked up her cup of coffee that
he had waiting. Eryk shook his head and picked up his own cup.
“It's going to be an....interesting week, huh?” Morgan
nodded slowly, and they both laughed as they began to enjoy their
breakfast.

*****

“Boomer!
No!” It was no use, the big dog couldn't hear the shouts of
Morgan, and even if he could, the Mastiff was going to do what he
wanted. There it was, in the middle of the alley in front of them, a
small gray and white kitten and Boomer had his sights set on the tiny
animal. With one tug, Morgan let go of his leash.

She
couldn't move. There was no time to chase after him, and she knew he
wouldn't listen. The only thing she could do was close her eyes as
tightly as possible, so she wouldn't have to see the horror. “Shit,
shit, shit! How am I going to tell your dad you ate...”

“Morgan?
Tell dad what? What's the big boy eating now?” Eryk came of the
sandwich shop, hearing Morgan's words. His voice was filled with
humor, but in the split second it had been since she'd released
Boomer's leash, tears had already filled Morgan's eyes, and she met
Eryk's eyes as one tear fell down her cheek.

“I
couldn't hold him, he went after the kitten and I...” She knew,
by then, the poor thing was probably dead. Another tear fell.

“Morgan...look.”
He turned her body around, to face the scene, and what she saw was
the last thing she had expected to see. “The only danger that
cat's in, is being drowned in drool.”

“Oh!”
The huge dog looked like an overgrown puppy. His front legs were
against the street, and the muscular behind was up in the air, his
tail wagging madly. The kitten gave Boomer's nose a swat and rolled
to its back, and the dog returned the gesture with a big, wet, kiss
on top of the cat's head.

“He
fucking loves cats.” Eryk shook his head and gave Morgan a
nudge with his elbow, then grabbed her hand so they could walk
together to break up the love fest in front of them.

“He
scared me! I knew he was strong, but holy shit!” Both of them
laughed and Eryk agreed.