Campaign of Desire (CSA Case Files 4) (33 page)

P
hoebe awoke in the middle of the night to the secure warmth of Lach’s arms. She snuggled deeper and tried to fall back into the peaceful slumber she’d had before, but as usual, once her mind started racing she couldn’t get it to stop. Her back was to his chest and they were both encased by the heavy comforter, but her need to touch him had her pulling the fabric back slightly so that she could stroke his arm.

After a scene that had left her exhausted, Lach had released her cuffs and carried her into the bathroom and wrapped her up in his robe while he’d filled his bathtub with hot water. They didn’t exchange a lot of words until they were both soaking beneath the surface of the bubbles he’d added, the comfortable silence almost palpable. He’d made her talk about the scene towards the end though, driving her to admit the pleasure she’d received.

Phoebe had felt his hardened cock behind her the entire time he gently washed her with a soft sea foam sponge, and when she tried to reciprocate he threatened to tie her to his bed for the night. She felt guilty that he hadn’t received his pleasure too, although he claimed seeing her attain hers was more than enough for this night. He’d dried her off and tucked her into bed, although she didn’t fall asleep until he was holding her in his arms. Now she was awake and regretting the week ahead, knowing she wouldn’t be here to enjoy his company.

“Close your eyes and go back to sleep,” Lach said, his deep voice vibrating within his chest. Phoebe smiled at the order, as she knew she wouldn’t be able to follow it. Besides, they weren’t technically in a scene. “You have to be up early.”

“I know, which is why we should spend the rest of our time awake.” Phoebe rolled over, though it was a struggle with the weight of the blankets, until she was facing him. It was dark, but he’d left some type of light on in the bathroom that cast out into the bedroom. She had a feeling that it wasn’t what he normally did, but had done it for her in case she needed to use the bathroom at night. It was a sweet gesture that warmed her heart. “Besides, I couldn’t fall back asleep if I tried.”

“Something bothering you?” Lach shifted slightly away, rising up on his elbow.

“Just the thought of having to be away so much the next couple of weeks.” Phoebe could make out his features, but not enough to distinguish any emotions. Did he feel the same? She wasn’t about to become a wilting lily now, so she spoke her mind. “This…us…is just so new. I don’t want to muddle things up after it took so long for us to get here.”

“You have a habit of starting conversations after we’re intimate that I end up fucking up,” Lach responded with a throaty laugh. As if his comforter weighed no more than an ounce, he had no problem pulling her on top of him. The blankets slipped in the process, revealing her back to the cool air of the bedroom indicating the temperature outside must have plummeted. She was hoping the same wouldn’t happen between them. “If I say I like how we’re handling this one day at a time, you’ll take it that I only want something casual. That isn’t true. On the other hand, I don’t have a crystal ball that gives me an inside track into the future. You’re certainly not the average woman with a normal daily routine.”

Phoebe was trying not to have an immediate reaction to what he was saying. Rather, she pressed her cheek against his warm chest and listened to his steady heartbeat to give her time to process his words. She acknowledged she did have a tendency to overthink things, but that’s how she’d been trained to handle business. It had always carried over to her personal life and now was no exception.

“This isn’t casual to me, Phoebe.” Lach’s body stilled after he’d wrapped his large arms around her and held her securely to his body. “There is something between us that I think is worth exploring. We’re doing that within the parameters your life has at the moment. It’s definitely confined, but we’ll make do. I don’t want you adding more stress to your life thinking I won’t be here when you come home. I might be a man of few words upon an average day and with an average person, but you’ll always know where I stand and be given a reason why.”

“I guess that makes me a special case,” Phoebe quipped, not knowing why his words had caused her to feel as if she wanted to cry. He’d finally said all the right ones. She casually ran a hand over her face to wipe away a tear that had formed and was making its way over her cheek. “I didn’t mean to wake you. You can go back to sleep.”

“I can, can I?” Lach loosened his hold, and though she tried to move to prevent him from seeing any tears that she may have missed, his hands were able to cradle her face. His thumb brushed against her cheek facing the bathroom and to her mortification she knew that light must have reflected off of her tears. “It’s okay to feel like this.”

Phoebe felt anger stir for no apparent reason and she tried to move off of him, but his hold was too strong. She was able to pull her head back and she quickly sat up, cradling him between her thighs. It was then that she realized he was hard as his cock nestled with her pussy. Her thoughts took another spin and she wanted nothing more than to ride him.

“You’re dropping.” Lach said the words as if it were something Phoebe would understand. She wanted to ask what he meant, but when she’d repositioned herself, her cream made itself known and now his cock felt like pure silk. “Phoebe? It’s call subdrop. We spoke about it before. It’ll pass with time, but the endorphins you released during your scene are causing you to feel off balance. It’s normal.”

“And what if I want to make love to you? No scene,” Phoebe announced, rocking herself against his shaft as she placed her palms on his hard chest. Her composure was finally put back in place, although she was appreciative of him explaining the definition of sub drop. She’d take time tomorrow to do a little more research, but right now she wanted to feel closer to him. “Or maybe I do want a scene. I want that feeling back. Is that normal?”

“Normal is whatever you want to make it,” Lach said, his voice a little strangled and causing a rush of adrenaline to shoot through her. Phoebe ran her palms over his skin, liking the textured feel of his chest hair. “There is no right or wrong. You have five minutes before I roll you over and take you the way I want to take you.”

The challenge within his deep voice was enough to spur Phoebe into action. Using her hands, she pushed herself down his body and tucked her legs in between his. She took at least one minute of her allotted time to run her hands over his rock hard abs and down the strong cords of his thighs, coming up in between his legs to cup his large sac. Enveloping his hefty balls within her palm got a guttural response from deep within him.

“Four minutes, Phoebe.”

She ran her other hand up and over his still wet cock that was covered with her juices, using the natural lubricant to rub her fingers up and down his shaft. He was wide…wider than her grasp and she now knew why it had taken him so long the other night to work his way inside of her. Phoebe felt her pussy respond at the memory, but she wanted to finally taste him the way he’d tasted her.

Phoebe ran her tongue up the outer part of his cock finally forming her lips around the mushroom head and savoring his musky taste. If someone asked her to describe it, she would only be able to say it was Lach. His taste and no other. She couldn’t get enough and licked at his slit some more.

“One minute.”

Phoebe couldn’t prevent the smile that broke the seal her mouth had created around him, knowing full well he’d just cheated her out of at least a full minute if not more. She felt his fingers slide into her hair, which had come out of the band she’d had in earlier. When his hands tightened and pulled her hair taut, a shiver ran through her at the picture that appeared in her mind of what they looked like. She lowered her head and slowly took him to the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” Lach whispered into the dark, a desperation attached to it. Phoebe felt her chest swell at the thought of being the one to make him feel like this. She needed leverage and finally placed her hands on either side of his body. Pulling back up until he almost slipped out of her mouth, she worked her way back down. “You are fucking killing me.”

As Phoebe continued to lick and suck his cock, she came to understand that she wasn’t the one with control. He was the one moving her head over his member and he was the one with total and complete power. She felt immersed in his dominance and had never felt more alive. Before she could even come close to having her fill, he had her beneath him before she could utter a protest. What surprised her most was he encased her wrists above her head with something she didn’t even know was there, leaving her bound.

“That’s not fair,” Phoebe pouted, not sure if he could even see her expression. The pillow to her right had blocked out the light streaming in from the bedroom. “I wasn’t done.”

“What’s not fair is that you can undo me within minutes,” Lach replied, already rolling on a condom. His body she was able to see just fine. She didn’t feel so cheated now. “This
will
last, especially since you’ll be gone most of this week. We’ll take the morning to spend some time together before you leave for your trips. Having two scenes will be potent. Just remember the rule about calling me if you’re feeling emotional.”

Lach parted Phoebe’s legs and separated them, holding them high up by the ankles. Without using his hands, he allowed his cock to lead the way as he placed his tip at her entrance. It took several times, but each time he pushed forward, his cock inched its way inside of her. The way he was holding her legs made her feel every movement and she’d lost her ability to speak when he finally sunk all the way home. When he didn’t move, Phoebe tried unsuccessfully to move her legs. His fingers tightened on her ankles and she knew what he wanted. She wanted it too.

“Sir.”

*   *   *   *

Lach knew the way Phoebe said his title would never grow old. He closed his eyes to give himself another minute, wanting to keep his promise that this wouldn’t be quick. He wanted her to remember this night while she lay in her hotel room thinking of him. He wanted to imprint this into her memory so that it would carry her through the long absences they were about to face. He was glad that he’d prepared the bed earlier that morning.

“Do you like being restrained?” Lach asked, needing to speak before he changed his mind and gave them both the instant gratification that would in the end seem hollow.

“Yes, Sir,” Phoebe answered, her breath hitching as he pulled the long strap from the headboard and wrapped the Velcro cuff to her left ankle. He did the same to her right before pulling his cock out of her to make sure her legs were separated enough for what he had planned. “I do.”

“Do you like handing your pleasure over to me?” Lach reached into the drawer by his bedside for some of the toys that he’d placed in there earlier. “Do you trust that I will give it to you?”

“Y-yes, Sir,” Phoebe replied once more, although he could see that she was lifting her head trying to make out what he had in his hand. “I need it now though, Sir.”

Lach would have smiled if he hadn’t been in such pain from having to pull out of her. Needing to see a little better than the sliver of light allowed from the bathroom, he reached over once more and turned on the side lamp. He was glad that it was golden hued so that it didn’t hurt their eyes. He finally sat back on his heels, viewing what he knew would be an image forever entrenched in his mind. Her legs were held straight back, giving him wide access to her pussy. He intended to enjoy this moment to the fullest and make sure she did as well.

“That’s good to know, Phoebe, but I think we’ve established that you handed me that decision a while ago.” Lach separated her folds with his index finger and thumb, spreading her lips far enough so that her clit was vulnerable to what he had in his hand. He held up a clear vial with a small rubber bulb into the air for her to see. “This is a suction cup that will expose your clit to the pleasure I want it to receive.”

Phoebe’s breathing deepened and he loved watching her breasts rise and fall with each pant. Her lips parted and she tried to lift her head even farther to watch as he placed the round rim around her clit, making sure not to touch it in any way. There would be enough of that in a few moments and he didn’t want to set her off prematurely. When he allowed her to come, it would be together.

“How many draws do you think you can stand without begging me to take you?”

“One, Sir,” Phoebe replied, letting her head fall against the mattress as if she’d accepted her fate. “I’m begging you now. Please take me, Sir.”

Lach could feel his cock pumping with blood, and with each pulse his body commanded him to do as she asked. He refused to give in and maneuvered his fingers down her folds slightly to keep the glass tube in place. With his other hand, he squeezed the bulb twice, ensuring that it created a vacuum around her nub.

“Oh, my—” Phoebe lifted her hips, almost undoing what he’d just put into place. She even struggled against her bonds. Fortunately, he knew how she would react and had planned for it. “I can’t take any more, Sir.”

“You can take whatever I give you, Phoebe.” Lach pressed the bulb once more and was fascinated when her clit rose just slightly. The pink tissue had turned darker in color, as if wanting to let him know there was more to be revealed. “I want to see the beauty of your clit.”

“It’s too much, Sir,” Phoebe replied in a half scream as he squeezed the rubber again. Her clit extended, but nowhere near the length he knew it could. Lach got into position on his knees and let go of the suction device, knowing full well that it would stay in place now. “Sir!”

Phoebe knew what Lach was about to do and he watched in fascination as cream leaked out of her pussy. He was in awe that she was so responsive and receptive to his administrations. Holding the base of his cock, he eased his tip inside of her stretched opening, loving the fact that her legs were out of the way and that she was secured to his bedpost for what he had planned.

Lach was finally inside of her and slowly pumped in and out, watching as her pussy strained to accommodate him. The color of her clit was turning a beautiful shade of red and he looked forward to Phoebe’s reaction when he stroked the overly sensitive tissue with the pad of his thumb. She wasn’t quite ready for that.