Authors: Kaylee Feagans
“You don’t need those to prove you’re sexy, but damn they make me harder than hell.” He leaned down and spread her outer lips with one hand as he slid his tongue through her wet slit. “Fuck, you taste so good, sweetness,” he moaned against her clit, “so fucking good.”
She couldn’t stop from moving her hands. They settled in on his head as she tried to push his face against her clit. She whimpered and arched her hips with each swipe of his long, wet tongue.
He stopped abruptly. “No! Don’t stop, Dallas. Please don’t stop,” she begged.
“I told you not to move your hands, didn’t I?”
“Um, yes, sir, I’m sorry!” She flung her hands over her head, but it was already too late.
“I see that I’m going to have to bind you next time.”
She nodded her head in agreement. Oh hell yes, he could bind her any time he wanted to. He pushed two thick fingers into her wet depths. His fingers were so much thicker than her small purple friend, and the stinging pleasure sent her over the edge, and she gave a keening wail as she drenched his fingers in her juices.
He brought that hand to his cock and used her natural lubrication to stroke his cock. His eyes were half-closed as he worked it. “If I had something with me, I’d be buried in your tight pussy right now. I’d fuck you till you couldn’t fucking walk tomorrow,” he stated from between clenched teeth.
She let her hand fall to her pussy. She dipped one finger inside, then brought it up to her swollen clit. She smiled up at him as she lightly stroked over the hard kernel. “You’d shove that big cock into my pussy. You want to feel me coming around your dick?” She watched as his hand started moving faster, sweeping over the glans before sliding back down. One of his hands cupped his testicles, and he gently squeezed.
“Are you going to come on me, Dallas?” His nostrils flared as he watched her teasing her clit. “I’d rather have you come in my mouth. I want to feel your cock against my tongue.” She whimpered as she came close to climaxing again.
He moved over her until he was straddling her shoulders. His cock pressed against her lips. “Taste me,” he ordered roughly then watched as her tongue brushed against the small pool of pre-cum.
“Mmm,” she moaned as he pushed his cock into her mouth. His fingers dug into her hair as he watched his cock ease in and out of her sucking mouth. The pressure of his fingers caused her to moan even more. He pulled out until the glans was resting against her lips again. “Dallas? Please fuck my mouth.”
“What?” He knew he was going to wake up any minute. After all, it was all another dream, just like the others he’d had since he’d told her to stay away from him.
“I need you to fuck my mouth hard.” Her tongue swabbed his cock, teasing him again.
“You don’t want that, sweetness,” he moaned as he tried to hold back.
“If you don’t want me, then get the hell off of me. I can get…” His cock thrust deeply into her mouth, cutting off whatever she had planned to say. Her eyes watered, but she didn’t try to pull away. Her fingers gripped the sheets as pleasure washed over her.
“I fucking told you.” His thrusts were getting faster and faster, barely pulling out to let her catch a breath before he was pushing back in. All control was gone as he hammered into her. “You like me fucking your mouth, CC?” She couldn’t talk—she didn’t even try, but her eyes held his, and they let him see all the desires that she’d had. “You’ve wanted this since you were fifteen fucking years old, and I’ve wanted to give it to you.” He thrust one last time, his body taut against her as his cock flexed and spurted deep into her throat, and his fingers knotted in her hair as he shuddered against her.
He pulled out of her mouth and lay down beside her. Damn, she just sucked the fucking life out of me, he thought as he settled her against him.
She was alone when she woke up the next day. The smell of hot coffee had her walking through the house naked in search of the hot brew. She was one of the few people in the world who couldn’t function without two cups of coffee every morning. She took the cup with her to the living room where she could relax without the sliding glass door showing anyone who showed up that she was naked.
Hell, what if he brought another brother back with him? She went back to her room and threw on a pair of jeans and an old T-shirt she’d stolen from her brother years ago. While she was in there, her cell began to sing. She touched the screen and spoke. “Hello?”
“Cristal, this is Dave.” It was one of her coworkers. He’d started there about the same time she had.
“Hey, what’s up?” She walked slowly back into the living room, vaguely uneasy but with no reason why.
“Are you okay?”
“Craig was up at Shady’s last night. He said that he was going to take care of you. You need to be careful!”
“Dave, I’m sure that he’s just trying to blow smoke up everyone’s ass.”
“And I’m sure he’s not! Honey, you didn’t see him last night. He’s pissed because that write-up got his ass canned.”
“Okay,” she sighed. She still didn’t think that anything would come of it, but she didn’t want to be rude. “Thanks for letting me know. I’ll be careful.”
She hung up the phone, but as soon as she did, the damned thing rang again as well as her house phone. It was more of her coworkers, giving her the same warning. What the hell? She began deleting messages on both phones. If Dallas heard those, he’d never get out of her house.
She and her third cup of coffee went to the computer so she could begin sending her reports off to the office. In the process, she began reading her e-mails. After deleting the ones she knew were junk, she began to sift through the work ones. There was an e-mail from Craig at the top of the list. Dammit. She had to open it and read it quickly in case Dallas came back.
You fucking bitch! If it’s the last thing I ever do, I’ll see you burn in hell. I can’t believe you made me lose my fucking job. You won’t see it coming, but I will kill you.
“What the fuck is that?” Oh shit! How had he snuck up on her like that? She moved the mouse to delete the message but was stopped. “Don’t you dare!”
“Dallas? What are you doing here? I thought you’d left.” She was going to assume her racing heart was because of the letter, not his presence.
He dropped a plastic pharmacy bag on the desk as he read over the message again. “You still don’t think he means you any harm?”
“I think he’s trying to scare me.”
“Apparently not well enough if you’re not willing to take this shit seriously.” He took the laptop away from her and forwarded the message to Reno and Ry with a note to call him if there were any questions.
“Go pack a bag.” He didn’t plan on listening to her shit this time. He’d thought about it a lot since he’d left that morning. She’d shown a lot of submissive tendencies last night, and he was glad. He wouldn’t have to bullshit her with a normal façade.
“I’ve told you,” she began, but wasn’t able to finish her statement. He pinned her to the swivel chair.
“I’m not asking you if you want to go. I’m telling you to get your shit together, or I can take you with just the clothes on your back. Your choice.”
“Bastard!” She hissed as she ducked under his arm and headed to her bedroom. She didn’t want to leave the safety of her home. She didn’t want to be in his home. She grabbed her overnight bag and brought just enough clothes for a day or two, and nothing that he would consider sexy. After tossing some toiletries into the bag, she met him in the kitchen where he was washing her coffee cup and coffee pot.
“If I don’t get a choice in the matter, I guess so.”
“You don’t.” He had set his overnight bag on the kitchen table along with the pharmacy bag. “I took the bike home this morning and brought my truck.”
“Oh goody.” He swatted her ass as he pushed her toward the sliding glass door. “I’ll make sure the house is locked up. Do you need your laptop?”
“Yes, let me go get it.”
He brushed a kiss onto her head. “I’ll get it. Wait in here.” Within a couple of minutes he was back with laptop and charger. He took their bags and led her to his truck before driving them into Kansas City to Hell’s Place.
“You might want to bring your laptop because I’ve got a lot of paperwork to catch up on,” he informed her as he helped her out of his old truck.
“Yes, sir,” she replied smartly as she clutched her things to her chest. As they went inside, she looked for a quiet corner where she could work but was dragged behind him into his office.
“Have a seat.” He directed her to a small bare desk in the corner of his office adjacent to his desk. While he got engrossed in his work, she decided to finish hers up. Within twenty minutes, she was done. She slowly slipped out of his office and went to the bar area.
It might have been early in the afternoon, but there were still people trickling in. The same bartender was there from the other night. She sauntered up to the bar. “Hi.”
“Hey, glad to see you back, darlin’. What can I get you?”
“I need something to do while Dallas is in the office doing paperwork. I just don’t handle boredom well.” She smiled at him. He really was an attractive man—too bad her heart had always belonged to Dallas.
“I’d rather not get fired.” He flashed those brilliant white teeth at her as he filled a mug of beer.
“McCajah, right?” At his nod, she went on. “I don’t want your job. I just need something to do.”
He tossed her a rag. “Wipe off the tables then.”
He was giving her a look as if she thought she was too good to wipe tables. What a load of crap! “Cool.” She took the rag and a bottle of cleaner and got busy.
Dallas wasn’t sure how long he’d been bent over his computer, but when he looked outside his office window it was dark outside. It was then that he noticed that he was also alone in the office. He was going to kill her.
The place was packed as he scanned the floor. Both bartenders and the waitresses were swamped. Great for business, but bad when looking for the honey-haired pain in his ass. He spotted her a couple of minutes later, on the dance floor with two young men grinding on her as they “danced.” It looked more like they were fucking her, and he saw red.
He stormed onto the dance floor and jerked them both off of her. Her beautiful smile faded as he snatched her hand. Before she knew what he was doing, she found herself handcuffed—to him.
“What the hell are you doing, Dallas?” she screamed as she tried to make her voice rise above the band.
“I’m trying to keep you safe, and where do I find you? Out shaking your ass for two boys?” he snarled before he dragged her with him off the dance floor.
“Why does it matter who I’m ‘shaking my ass’ for?” That sounded suspiciously like a growl as he brought her up close to him. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. Erase, erase, erase, she thought as she breathed in his scent. Damn, he smelled so good.
“You really want to ask me that question after last night?”
“Nothing really happened last night. And even if it had, it was just a chance thing. Nothing we’d be repeating.”
“Want to fucking bet?” He pulled her into his soundproofed office. Her back was against the solid oak door.
“Quit acting like a badass, Dallas. I’m not impressed. And this territorial crap—please, Ry will be glad enough that you’re watching out for me without all the extra acting.”
At first, he really thought she was just trying to piss him off, but as he looked at her, he realized that she really believed those words. He was about to instruct her when his phone went off.
Shit. He was needed in the dungeon. Well, it’s about time that she learned about my fetishes, he thought as he pulled her out of the room and led her through a maze as they made their way down to the dungeon level.
“Where are we going, Dallas?”
“You don’t have to be a smartass. You could just tell me the truth!”
He rolled his eyes. It was easier to show her than it would be to tell her. As he opened the heavy oak and steel door, their senses were assaulted with the cries of subs. The sounds of flesh being struck intermittently called to them. His cock got even harder as he took in the pleasures of the dungeon.
Her eyes were bugging out of her head. What the hell? She’d never known there was a place like this in Kansas City, much less anywhere else. He pulled her over to one of the bouncers, a big man with huge muscles.
They talked, but she didn’t bother to listen. There were naked people everywhere! Some man was crawling around on his hands and knees as some woman led him by a chain around the room. There was someone attached to a cross as a woman whipped her with a cane.
As she looked around the room, tall, dark, and Dom spotted her. The man smiled as he walked up to her. “Hi, precious, would you like a tour? I just love…introducing people to our world.” The man was attractive, but not nearly as handsome as Dallas.
She didn’t get the chance to turn him down. Dallas raised their hands in the air, showing the handcuffs that kept them bound together. “Mine,” he stated bluntly as he glared at the other man.