Descended (The Red Blindfold Book 3) (8 page)

“Hold on tight,” I
said, and stroked into her. Our gazes locked as I pistoned in and
out, giving her every inch and hitting her hard.
Those
blue eyes.
If anything was going to make me explode, it
was the way she was looking at me. Dark, totally focused, totally
intense. Gorgeous beyond anything I’d ever seen.

“I love your cock,”
she said. “It feels incredible.”

“In that case, you
need to come for me,” I said.

“This is enough,”
she said, sweat glistening on her neck. “I don’t want anything
else.”

“Shush. No argument.”

Her clit was like a
slick little pearl under my fingertips. As soon as I touched it she
quivered and moaned, a sign that I had her just where I wanted her.

“You sure you don’t
want anything else?” I said, rubbing softly. “Or is this changing
your mind?”

She answered with a
little whimper.

“So, you don’t want
me to stop?” I asked in a soothing voice.

Her cheeks were dark
pink, her skin glistening. “Never,” she whispered.

I stroked in and out of
her, teasing her clit as I did, building the rhythm until she was
panting in short breaths. With my free hand, I reached for her chin
and made her look at me.

“That’s right,” I
said. “Look at the man who’s about to blow your world apart.”

She blinked slowly, her
eyes fiery and unafraid. As my strokes got faster, her lips parted.
She bit the lower one, moaned, and clenched my cock for all she was
worth.

“Come,” I demanded.

She shook her head
once. “It’s too soon,” she whispered.

“It isn’t too soon.
Come for me. Now.”

“But –”

Our eyes connected like
a magnet and steel. Her clit was swollen and slippery, the sweetest
bud of flesh I’d ever touched.

“Come,” I said. “I
want to feel it all over me.”

“No, Drex…”

I felt her pulsing
around me as she started to let go. She stretched her arms above her
head and arched, slim and cat-like. The way those full lips trembled,
the sounds she made – it was all I could do not to erupt inside
her.

“Oh,” she breathed,
her legs flexing. I couldn’t tear my eyes from her face. I’d
never seen an orgasm look so beautiful. And it felt even better,
tightening and releasing, squeezing me with quick throbs that felt
like a heartbeat. Making a woman come was usually pretty easy for me,
but this one made me particularly proud.

Because it was her.

Because if she was
coming for me, it meant she wanted me, at least at this moment. And
for some reason I couldn’t figure out, that mattered way too much.

“Take it all,” I
said, driving deeply into her. “Good girl.”

She spread her legs
wider and licked her lower lip as I gave her my full, hard length.
“Too big?” I asked.

“Yes,” she
whispered. “Don’t stop.”

“I don’t intend
to.”

Her orgasm rolled on
like a never-ending wave. She shuddered and clamped around me,
bringing me to the brink and beyond. I was the kind of guy who could
last for hours, shut it down at will and come when I was damned good
and ready, but not tonight. I had all the physical power, but she had
the power to make me weak where it counted.

I leaned over her and
covered her mouth with mine. As our tongues met, a rush of pure
possessiveness shook me to the core. I sure didn’t feel like this
with the college girls and airheads I dated back home. Lying before
me on the table was a real woman. An honest-to-God, bright-as-hell,
hard-headed woman, with a body like an addictive drug.

I was a goner.

When I exploded, I saw
flashes of light and heard myself groan like an animal. Nothing
mattered but the pleasure raging through me and the woman causing it
all.

Her eyes – big, blue,
and stunning – were the only things keeping me grounded to the
earth. Holy shit, this was
scary
intense. I filled her pussy again and again, feeling nothing but the
primitive desire to make her mine.

And she
was
mine, for no other reason than I wanted her to be.

I lay on top of her,
face buried in her neck, for maybe five minutes before I could move.
Her velvety hands stroked over my back and her lips pressed against
my temple. I wasn’t usually one for what women wanted after sex,
but Blue Eyes was special. And special scared me.

Marshalling every ounce
of testosterone and willpower, I pushed myself up and put my pants
back on. Jane raised herself on her elbows and ran her tongue over
her kiss-swollen lips. Somehow, she managed to be even hotter after
sex than before. Her skin was glazed with a silken sheen of sweat and
her tousled hair gave new, heart-twisting meaning to the words “bed
head.” If I wasn’t careful, I was going to be hard again in
thirty seconds.

“Won’t your friend
be upset about his broken dishes?” she asked, standing up with
lithe grace. Maybe I’d been wrong about her. A frank question about
smashed plates wasn’t exactly pillow talk.

“Not when I tell him
why I broke them. Are you kidding? He’ll be psyched.”

“You’re going to
tell him?”

“Don’t worry. The
names will be changed to protect the innocent.”

She smiled. “Jane Doe
isn’t exactly easy to Google.”

She looked around for
something to cover herself, but there wasn’t even a tablecloth. As
much as I liked seeing her beauty exposed, she’d had enough
enforced nakedness for one day.

“Here,” I said,
grabbing my torn, discarded shirt off the floor just inside the
kitchen.

“Thank you,” she
said, slipping her arms into the sleeves.

She pulled the plackets
together, gave me a smile that was part little girl, part vixen, and
tiptoed around a pile of porcelain shards as she headed toward the
living room.

“Wait a minute,” I
said.

She stopped and looked
at me over her shoulder. “What is it?”

“We’re not done
here.”

I folded my arms,
knowing how easy it would be to pick her up and carry her right back.
But letting her come to me on her own would be even better.

“What do you mean?”
she asked, giving me a look of innocent confusion. So genuine, so
damn tempting.

I tilted my head toward
the disaster on the floor. “See this?”

“Of course. How could
I miss it?”

“Exactly,” I said.
“Go put on that maid’s uniform. We made a big mess here and
somebody’s got to clean it up.”

He was serious. He
really was.

I wasn’t sure if I
felt humiliated or aroused – or both – but I found the uniform in
the maid’s room across the house and put it on. Thigh-length flared
skirt, short-sleeved top with a plunging neckline, white apron – it
was a perfect fit. Sexy, too, if you didn’t count my flip flops.

Drex sat in his boxer
briefs in a chair and watched me sweep up broken china with a broom
and dustpan.

“Still no panties?”
he said, making a
tsk tsk
sound when I bent over to pick up a napkin ring. “Shame. We’ll
have to buy you some pretty ones tomorrow.”

So the dominance thing
wasn’t just an act to turn me on and make me put out. This was
Drex. If I didn’t want to be on my knees reaching for a stray fork,
I shouldn’t have begged to earn my keep. I shouldn’t have
rewarded him by getting wetter with every brusque command.

It was too late now.

I was getting what I’d
asked for, and even if my mind wasn’t so sure about it, my body was
loving every submissive minute. I was hot for him, feeling a sultry
flush of excitement whenever I gave him a view of my naked backside
and braless breasts.

“You missed a spoon,”
he said, pointing toward the credenza. “Over there.”

“Thanks,” I said. I
scowled even as my pussy began to throb.

“You’re pretty good
at this,” he said. “You probably don’t do it very much in real
life, but you’re not too bad.”

I frowned. “Is that
supposed to be a compliment?”

“Call it an
observation,” he said, and smiled.

Damn this man. The more
demanding he was, the sexier he got.

After I’d finished
cleaning the floor and mopping it for good measure, Drex stood up and
gave me a long, soft kiss. “Thank you,” he said. “You look
stunning in that uniform. I love watching you.”

“Anything else I can
do?” I asked, brushing back my hair with my forearm. “Dust the
rafters? Scrub the bathroom tile with a toothbrush?”

“All right, smart
ass,” he said. “You’ve had a hell of a day. I think it’s time
for bed.”

As soon as he said the
word “bed,” I realized how heavy I felt, my limbs almost numb
with exhaustion.

“Where do you sleep?”
I asked.

“In the master
bedroom. And that’s where you’re going to sleep, too.” I hadn’t
dared to hope he’d ask – or in this case, demand – but now I
could finally let myself smile.

Drex closed the terrace
doors, fed Diesel, and put her in her kennel. “Now look at that,”
he said as she turned around twice on her bed. “Have you ever seen
a more docile dog in your life? At this moment, anyway.”

My memory of dogs was
as empty as all the others. “I wouldn’t know,” I said.

He grimaced and shook
his head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean –”

“It’s okay,” I
said. “It’s not every day you talk to somebody with no memory.”

“Or fuck them,” he
said. He slipped his arm around my waist and we headed down the
hallway. “I hope you don’t think I took advantage of you.”

“I can take care of
myself,” I said. “As you’ve seen.”

“And felt. You know
my ear still hurts from this afternoon?”

“Poor baby,” I
said, elbowing him lightly. “That’s what you get for throwing a
strange woman in your truck.”

“And I’d do it
again. Ten times.”

The master bedroom was
three times the size of the guest room, with glossy white marble
floors, dark blue walls, and a huge bed carved from mahogany. Four
arched doors led to the terrace. There was a separate sitting room
with a flat-screen television, and a dramatic limestone fireplace
with ornate columns on either side.

I’d graduated from
bus station benches to outrageous affluence. These had been three
very strange days.

“I’d go get your
luggage but you don’t have any,” Drex said.

I untied my apron and
laid it over a brown velvet chaise. “The bright side of traveling
extremely light.”

“We’ve been busy
with other things the last few hours,” he said, sitting on the bed.
“I don’t mean to ignore the obvious.”

“It was nice to
escape it for a little while,” I said. “I needed that.”

“So did I.” He
watched me take off the rest of the uniform, then gestured for me to
come to him.

I lay in his arms on
top of the covers. I couldn’t imagine anything feeling softer, or
safer, or more secure. I’d known him less than half a day, but he
was my only friend.

“We can’t avoid
what’s coming,” he said, his tone quiet but firm. “We need to
find out what’s going on and who you are.”

That was all I’d
wanted to know since waking up, but now I just wanted to stop time.
“Can’t I be Jane for a couple of days?” I asked. “Do we have
to rush it?”

His strong arms held me
tightly. “I don’t want to rush anything, believe me. But you have
a family somewhere. Do you want them to go crazy worrying?”

Guilt washing over me,
I closed my eyes. “No. I just wonder where they were when I was
waking up alone.”

“It doesn’t make
sense,” he said. “I get that.”

“I just met you and I
want to stay here with you,” I said. “That doesn’t make sense,
either.”

“After the last
couple of hours, I’d say you know me better than a lot of people.”

I slid a foot away so I
could look at him. “I feel like I hardly know anything about you.
I’d like to know more.”

His lips curved into a
reassuring smile. “Ask me anything.”

“Okay,” I said.
“What’s your real life like, when you’re not here with me?”

He slid a hand behind
his head. “Well, I work a lot. I travel and go out when I can, but
my company comes first. I have about three hundred employees. I
started the company six years ago and it’s really taken off. These
aren’t pool halls for cowboys and rednecks. They’re upscale, with
a wealthier clientele. They’ve done very well.”

That a man like Drex
had been in Chimayo, and stopped for me, were back-to-back miracles
I’d never understand. “Wow,” I said. “I’m impressed.”

“Thank you. I haven’t
accomplished half of what I want to, but I’m pretty lucky
considering how I started. This shouldn’t have happened to me, but
it did.”

“You must have worked
hard,” I said.

“I worked hard, and
did what was necessary. It wasn’t pretty sometimes, but you can’t
always play by the rules.” He stroked my hair back from my
forehead. “I wish I could ask about your life. It must be
frustrating not to know.”

“It’s weird,” I
said. “This feels normal to me. I didn’t know I should remember
anything until people kept asking my name and where I was from. I
figured out something was wrong pretty fast.”

He rubbed my shoulder
again and again in a hypnotic circle. “You said you did some
things…do you want to talk about it?”

“Talk about not
playing by the rules,” I said, forcing myself to smile. I might not
remember much, but I knew I’d broken laws. Lots of them, probably.

“You don’t have to
tell me,” he said, slipping his hand around my cheek. “Either
way, I understand you. I want you to know that.”

He leaned forward to
kiss me, and the whole complicated world disappeared. As our lips
touched, I pressed myself against him and wound my bare legs around
his. I was wet again, my muscles tightly-strung and my heart
throbbing hard. It had only been an hour since he was inside me, and
I wanted him again. Badly.