Craving HIM (Serving HIM Vol. 7) (22 page)

“Good girl.” I left the handle inside her as I moved up to where her head was. “You move when I tell you, you come when I say. Now, you’re going to apologize for jumping ahead by sucking my cock.”

My cock bobbed in front of her, eager to be inside that amazing wet heat. Her tongue slid out and I caught her chin, pressing my thumb to her lips. She lightly nipped the pad of my thumb and I could barely contain a moan.

“You’ll lick me. You’ll suck me. And if you do a good job, I’ll let you come as much as you want.”

That said, I used my fisted hold on her hair to guide her mouth to my cock.

It was the hottest sight I could imagine, bound in front of me, her ass glowing, while her mouth closed around the head of my cock. Shifting my weight around, I eased my hips closer to her and thrust deeper. She shuddered, her throat tightening up as the head nudged against it. “Don’t pull away.”

Her nostrils flared as she tried to suck in a breath.

“Swallow me.”

She made a low keening sound under her breath, but did as she was commanded and I shuddered at the feel of her lush mouth, at the tiny muscles that gripped and relaxed around my dick as she took me deep, deep, deep inside.

“Good girl,” I breathed as my balls bumped against her chin.

I pulled out and then did it again, keeping the strokes slow and smooth. The inside of her mouth was so soft, so hot, that I just wanted to bury myself in it, to take her mouth as hard and fast as I did her pussy.

Suddenly, her teeth scraped against my cock and I pulled out, using my grip on her hair to force her head up to look at me.

“Biting, Aleena?” I slid my free hand underneath her to cup her uninjured breast. I pinched her nipple and she squirmed. I did it again. “Well?”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” The words came out in a pant.

“Good girl.”

I put her head back down and moved back to her legs, kneeling on either side of her thighs. The handle of the crop was still inside her and I took a moment to appreciate the sight.

“You're already so tight, but fucking like this, with your legs pressed together is going to be so much more.” I kissed the dip in her spine as I opened a bottle of lubricant. “What do you say we keep that handle in there for a bit longer?”

I pressed my thumb against the tight hole between her cheeks. She gasped, trying to push back on my hand. I gave one cheek a firm smack and she stilled. I worked my finger into her ass even as my free hand began to stroke my cock. Her entire body jerked as I rubbed the handle of the crop through the thin membrane that separated her ass from her pussy, causing the handle to shift inside her.

Fuck that was hot.

I glanced up and saw her watching me in the mirror, saw her eyes following the movements of my hand. I tightened my fist and dragged it back down to the base of my cock, then back up again.

“One day, I want us to watch each other pleasure ourselves. Would you like that?”

Her tongue came out to wet her lips as she nodded.

“Where do you want me?” I asked. I eased the handle out of her and she made a strangled sound as it slid free. “You get to choose. Where do you want me to take you?”

In our reflection, I could see her thinking it over. It was going to be tight either way and her pussy was definitely more stretched than her ass, but that initial penetration was going to be a bit painful either way. Her eyes met mine.

“Whatever you want, Sir. I trust you.”

A sigh escaped me.

I'd taken her pussy last night, her mouth just minutes ago. I wanted her ass this time. I bent back over her, one hand gripping my dick, the other at the base of her spine. I pressed against her, rippling hot pleasure twisting in me as she yielded, the mouth of her ass stretching wide to take me. She was so wet, I could feel it against my balls. The sheets were going to be soaked.

“Tell me you like it,” I demanded as I began to thrust into her ass. The muscles gripped me, squeezed me, with every stroke.

“I like it, Dominic. Please...oh, please...” Her voice rose higher when I drove into her again, harder this time.

“Tell me you want to come.”

“I want to come. Please, Sir, please let me come.”

I tugged on the rope holding her elbows and pulled her up so she was on her knees, her back against my chest. I tugged on the knot and it fell free so she could move her arms. I caught her hand and pressed it between her legs.

“You do it. If you want to come, you have to do it yourself. You’re such a big, strong woman. You want an orgasm? Take it.”

She started to rub her clit and I thrust up inside her, pausing each time to nudge deeper. Then I felt her slide a finger into her pussy and I groaned. My eyes found the mirror and I watched as she fucked herself with her finger, as she used the palm of her hand to rub her clit. She was so fucking gorgeous.

She broke the fifth time I drove up into her and I felt the wetness of her orgasm running down her thighs. And still, I didn't let up. I couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t mark her deeply enough. Her head fell forward, lips touching my forearm where it was pressed against her upper torso. Without warning, she sank her teeth into my flesh and pushed back against me.

I came. An unending, hot flow spilled out of me to flood her.

For the first time in too long, peace reigned in my head.

Chapter 19

Aleena

If there was ever a way to wake up, it was like this.

Dominic’s mouth brushed along my hipbone, my belly, then lower. When he started to move lower still, I caught my breath. Slowly, hesitantly, I reached out my hands and curled them in his hair.

He didn’t stop me. Instead, he flicked his tongue against my clit and I whimpered, lifting up to meet those tempting, taunting brushes. I looked down and saw him watching me over the lines of my body. I wanted to say something, beg, plead…but the words wouldn’t come and all I managed was a moan.

He scraped his teeth against my clit and the sensation was like having lightning poured inside my body.

“Please!” It tore out of me in a broken sob and then I was saying it over and over again as he pushed two fingers inside my pussy and twisted them.

He scissored his fingers and dragged them out slowly, driving me crazy in a dozen different ways. He brought me to a shuddering climax and when my breathing calmed, he settled between my thighs.

“One more,” Dominic said.

I wrapped my legs around him as he sank inside, inch by slow inch.

The demand, the command that I had grown so used to hearing from him—that I loved hearing from him—was gone and all he had for me that morning was gentleness and slow, lazy sex. He worked me towards another climax, this one less an explosion and more like a smoldering fire, heat licking along my skin as it spread through me and over me and around me.

When it ended, he rolled to his back, taking me with him and pressing my head to his chest.

“I love you,” he said roughly.

I kissed the flat circle of his nipple. “I know. I love you too.”

***

I had to talk to the police again. They had questions about my attack and they were kind even if they did push me hard. And even if they did think I'd been foolish. Not that they said anything, but I recognized the look in Alvarez’s eyes.

He was a decent cop, I’d bet. He went from being nice and understanding to a nosy ass bastard I wanted to hit within the blink of an eye. I was glad he was on my side.

“I take it there was no love lost between you and Ms. Rittenour.”

I bared my teeth at him in a bitter smile. “None at all. She’s a shrewish, egotistical bitch.”

Immediately after those words left my mouth, I clapped my hand over my face in horror. I never said things like that. I might think them, but I’d learned there was a time and place for…well. This wasn’t the time or place.

But Alvarez didn’t look fazed. “I’ve heard the word bitch before.” Then he grinned, catching me off-guard. “Afraid your mama will wash your mouth out with soap?”

I gave him a look. “No. My mama’s dead.”

“Sorry.” He seemed sincere, but he didn't ask how long or what had happened. I appreciated that.

I started to add something and stopped, a yawn cracking my jaw. “I’m sorry,” I said, flushing. I hadn’t been sleeping well for the past week—actually, a bit longer, and everything going on now made it worse.

“Let's wrap this up so you can get home.”

As he bent back over his notes, I asked, “Will this be the last time I have to come in over this?”

“Not enjoying our lovely station?” He flashed a smile at me and shrugged. “I can’t say if I’ll need you back in or not, but I have to make sure all the t’s are crossed, the i’s dotted. Being an assistant to a guy like Dominic Snow, I imagine you know all about covering the little details.”

Did I ever. Nodding, I settled back as he went over the same things we’d covered three days ago. I had a feeling he wasn't just making sure he had everything, but that my story hadn't changed. That was the good thing about telling the truth. I didn't have to try to remember what I'd said before. When the questioning ended, he held out his hand.

I shook it and glanced around. “Lovely station or not, I am kinda tired of being here. I hope you don’t need me again.”

“Well…” His eyes strayed past my shoulder and I looked back, almost stumbling in surprise.

It was Penelope. Her eyes widened at the sight of me and blood slowly drained out of her face. I could see myriad emotions flashing across her features. Anger. Loathing. Humiliation.

“Seeing as how the DA is pressing charges against both her and Mitchell Pence, it’s possible you’ll have to talk to more cops in the future. Maybe even testify if they aren't willing to take a plea.”

Penelope’s eyes were jerking and darting around, looking at everything and everybody but me. A man in a suit came up to stand next to her and when he touched her shoulder, she flinched.

“You knew she’d be here,” I said softly.

“She was due in for interview,” Alvarez said easily. “Funny. She kept insisting this was all a mistake, that even if we tried to take it to court, it wouldn’t work. You’re too much of a mouse, she said. A bit of a bumpkin. And your guy is still in love with her, or so she claims.”

I continued to stare at Penelope, feeling some of the tension in my shoulders relax. “Timid? No. I think she’s confusing me with somebody else.”

***

I fell asleep before nine that night and the next morning, I woke to smell eggs and bacon, along with coffee. Some of my favorite things to smell in the morning.

And it sent me hurtling to the bathroom to empty my stomach.

“Stress,” I told myself, staring at my reflection after I finished washing my face and brushing my teeth.

It was just stress, that was all. I told myself that every morning when I spent the first hour up bent over the toilet and gagging at the mere thought of food.

It was harder to keep trying to pretend as the week wore on and by the time we arrived at the Hamptons for a weekend of doing absolutely nothing, I knew I couldn't put it off any longer. I had to know.

While Dominic was swimming laps in the pool, I took the car and drove to the small market we’d passed on our way in, blithely grabbing a couple of blue boxes along with a few items that we didn't really need but would be enough of an excuse for my trip.

I'd intended to do it after Dominic had fallen asleep, but I was too tired, so it was nearly two in the morning when I woke up, curled next to Dominic.

He must have carried me to bed.

My gut started clenching and I thought I might be sick as I hunted my purse down and carried it into the bathroom. A few minutes later, I had confirmation of why I'd been so sick and so tired recently.

Pregnant.

For a few brief seconds, elation flooded me.

A baby. Wondering, I pressed my hand to the flat of my belly and closed my eyes, picturing it. A baby with the warm smooth gold of my skin...and Dominic’s blue eyes.

I came crashing down to earth.

A baby. Memories from months ago rose up and clogged my throat. Dominic, always so careful when it came to protection. So controlling over every aspect of his personal life, wanting everything perfectly planned and scheduled.

He wouldn’t be happy.

Tears burned my eyes now and I braced my back against the wall, slipping down to stare at the counter in front of me.

I was pregnant.

Delight warred with misery. I wanted this baby. It wasn't even a question.

But keeping it might mean losing the only man I'd ever loved.

Chapter 20

Dominic

Aleena wasn’t feeling well. Coming up here to the Hamptons for the weekend had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now I had to wonder. The long drive had exhausted her and she had hardly eaten dinner the night before.

She’d gone into town with Vincent earlier in the afternoon and she’d been quieter than normal, not talking or teasing me the way she normally did. After we finished eating, she’d gone up to our bedroom and I’d found her on the bed, still dressed, an hour later. She only made a few groggy mutters at me when I’d slid her shoes and jeans off, leaving her to sleep in her shirt and panties. When I had slipped into bed next to her a few hours later, she hadn’t even stirred.