Forever Yours, Sir (19 page)

“You need to lean on one of these guys, find out what they know.”

Stanson
nodded. “These fucking bastards are going down. But I need you to ease off. We can’t tip our hand. I could get a warrant and go in now, but I want to get whoever is running this operation.”

Hunter’s jaw tensed but he nodded. “Fine, it wasn’t getting us
very far. But, I’m not letting this go. I can’t.”

“I under
stand. I’d feel the same way if it was my sister. But you will share what you find out and you won’t do anything stupid, understand?”

Hunter stood, putting his hands on his hips.
The tension was so thick in the room Cady could barely breathe. She reached up and squeezed Hunter’s wrist.

“We just want to find out what happened to Angie,” she said to Stanson. “Don’t keep us out of the loop and we
won’t keep you out either.”

Stanson looked at them before nodding and leaving. Hunter
shut the door and turned the deadbolt. He turned around and looked at her. “What the hell did Angie stumble on and why didn’t she tell me?”

“Maybe she didn’t know. Maybe she was trying to protect you.” She stood and went to him, wrapping her arms around him. She nuzzled her face against his chest. “Sometimes you’re so busy protecting everyone else that you forget that someone might want to protect you too.”

He glanced down at her in surprise. She winked at him. Cady needed to do something to wipe that haunted look off his face. Stepping back, she stripped off her hoodie and t-shirt. Then she undid her jeans, pulling them down her legs. She slipped off her shoes, flinging them away, standing before him in just her underwear.

“What are you doing?”
he asked.

“I need you
. Take me to bed, Hunter.”

“I can’t be gentle.”

“I don’t want you to be.”

“I’m in a very dominant mood, Cady.”

“When aren’t you?” she replied with a smile.

“I’m
feeling more dominant than usual.”

“I can take anything you want to throw at me.”

He stalked forward, his gaze intense. “Really? And if I want to tie you to the bed, to drive you to the edge over and over without release? If I want to spank you for daring to put yourself in danger by challenging a professional wrestler? Can you take that? Can you handle me taking your ass, your pussy, your mouth? Because I want all of you.”

Her heart beat faster as her mouth grew dry. Trepidation mixed with arousal as she sta
red at him.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I want all of that.”

He reached behind her, undoing her bra and pulling it free. Then he knelt, pulling off her panties. He moved slowly, gently, but she saw the need in his eyes.

“Your safe
word is red. Use it if you need to. Spread your legs.”

She blushed, but moved her legs apart.

“Further,” he said gruffly.

She moved her right foot further along.
Hunter spread her pussy lips and just stared at her for a long moment.

“Like what you see?” she said finally, unable to stand the silence as he just stared at her.

“Yes,” he replied then he reached around and smacked her ass sharply.

“Ow, what was that for?”

“No speaking unless I ask you a question or you need to say your safe word.”

Pushy
bastard. She sent him a disgruntled look but kept her mouth closed.

Leaning in, he took a long, slow lick of her pussy. She gasped, barely able to keep herself from falling back as he continued to lap at her.

“Feel free to whimper, cry out or scream though,” he said as he rose to his feet. Moving to the sofa he pulled off one of the large cushions and brought it back, throwing it on the floor.

“Kneel here. Hands clasped behind your back, knees spread wide.” She moved into position and he stood there, just staring down at her.

She was beginning to feel like a freak show in a carnival when he reached down with one hand and tucked a curl behind her ear. “Good girl. So beautiful.”

A warm feeling built inside her as she relaxed slightly.

“I need to go get some things ready. Did you bring your vibrator with you?”

Her mouth dropped open as her cheeks heated. “What makes you think I have a vibrator
?”

He grinned, the darkness in his face lifting. “You told me.” His voice grew stern. “Now, answer the question, did you bring your vibrator?”

“N-no,” she stuttered.

“All right, luckily I made a stop at the store. Stay there.”

She watched him leave, aware that she was still staring.

When the hell had she told him about her vibrator?

***

Hunter stepped back into the living room once he’d gotten everything prepared. He’d stripped off his t-shirt, but left his jeans on. It would be too tempting to
just lay her back and fuck her if he was naked.

Plus
, he knew it would make her feel even more submissive to be naked while he was still half-dressed. He needed her to submit to him, to surrender.

He stalked toward
her. She was just as he’d left her and satisfaction filled him.

She was his. All his.

“Good girl,” he told her, watching her eyes light up. She needed reassurance, particularly with things so new between them. He needed to build up her confidence and trust in herself, in him. He knew it hadn’t been easy for her to wait, wondering what he was doing and he wanted to let her know how pleased he was that she’d obeyed him.

He was under no illusion it would always be this easy.

Reaching down, he cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb across her nipple. He moved to her other breast, playing with her nipple as he tipped her chin up with his free hand so he could stare down in her eyes. “Thank you for doing this, for trusting me.”

“I think I’m going to enjoy it just as much as you.”

“Oh, you can bet on it. I’ll make sure of that,” he promised her.

He took half a step back and held out his hands. She placed her slight hands in his. They were cold.

“You should have said you were cold,” he scolded. With a frown, he moved over to the thermostat and raised the temperature.

“I’m fine,” she protested. He sent her a look that had her rolling her eyes.

Brat.

He made sure no hint of amusement showed on his face as he strode back to her. Her gaze widened as she watched him. Good. A little trepidation wasn’t a bad thing.

“Besides, you said I couldn’t talk unless you asked me a question.”

“
If you need to ask a question or tell me that you’re uncomfortable then you can ask for permission to speak first.”

Her jaw dropped and this time he had to turn away so he could smile. Damn, no matter how intense or dark his mood she seemed to have the ability to make him smile.

“Permission, my ass,” she muttered.

“What was that?” he growled, putting plenty of Dom into his
voice. She watched him warily.

“Nothing, Sir.”

“I didn’t think so.” He didn’t mention that she’d called him Sir, although his cock had certainly stood at attention.

“If you need my immediate attention then you say red, understand?” He wanted to be certain she wouldn’t hesi
tate to use her safe word.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Good.” He took her lips in a ravishing kiss, taking complete control of her mouth until need throbbed through his veins. When he pulled back, she swayed slightly, her eyes dazed as she stared up at him.

“Come,” he commanded.

Holy hell the man could kiss.

She was pretty sure a few brain cells had exploded with that scorcher. She followed him blindly into the bedroom, coming to a stop as the sight that greeted her. He had pulled off the covers so there was only a bottom sheet on top of the mattress.

Leather handcuffs were attached to the bed at each corner with long strips of webbing. At the bottom of the mattress he’d laid out a bottle of lube, a butt plug and vibrator with attached clit tickler.

“Look at me.” She glanced up at him.

“Scared?”

She firmed her shoulders. “No,” she lied.

Disapproval filled his face and she immediately wished she hadn’t
lied.

“Maybe a little,” she whispered.

“Good. A little fear is natural. Being terrified is not. If you become terrified then say your safe word.”

What was he planning on doing to her?

He chuckled and shook his head. “You should see your face. I know you’re not into a lot of pain, I’m not either, remember?”

She relaxed slightly.

“But that doesn’t mean I won’t push you a bit. I’m a Dom.”

As if that explained anything.

“Bend yourself over the end of the bed, ass up, legs spread.”

Moving slowly, she positioned herself as he’d demanded. He grasped hold of her hips, pulling her back so her hips were completely off the mattress. He cupped one butt cheek, squeezing tightly.

“Has anyone ever taken your ass before, sugar?”

“Yes, an old boyfrie
nd.”

“
Did he use a butt plug to get you ready? How long ago was this?”

“No
, and it was four years ago. He wasn’t in the lifestyle.”

“No? How’d he prepare you then, with just his fingers?”
Hunter asked.

“No, he was grossed out by the idea. We wouldn’t have had anal sex if I hadn’t had my period at the time and he wasn’t horny.”

There was complete silence behind her. She glanced over her shoulder to find him staring down at her. His face was cold but there was anger in his gaze.

“He forced you?”

“No.” She shook her head, starting to feel really stupid having this conversation in her current position. “I mean, I wanted to try it. I’d always been curious. Afterwards, well, I’ve never really had a desire to repeat the experience.”

Hunter
ran his hand up and down her buttocks. “But you’re not saying no to me.”

“No, I’m not
.” She was willing to try again. For him.

“Thank you, baby. I promise you’ll be well prepped before I take this ass.”

“I hope so. You’re quite a bit bigger than he was.”

He squeezed her ass with both hands. Her clit immediately throbbed in response.

“You like having your ass played with,” he said in a low voice.

Heat filled her cheeks, but there was no denying it. He lowered h
is hand to her pussy. As he continued to mold one buttock with his other hand, he thrust a finger deep inside her. Driving it back and forth.

Cady gasped.

“I love how responsive you are.” He drew his finger away from her pussy and grabbing both butt cheeks, one in each hand, he pulled them slowly apart. She clenched, not sure how she felt about him staring at her there.

“Stay relaxed,” he growled.

“Easy for you to say. I’d like to see how relaxed you’d be if I was about to stick something up your ass.”

“I’ve had a butt plug in my ass before,” he replied calmly.

She turned to look at him in surprise.

“You have?”

“Yes, I’d never ask my sub to do something I hadn’t done first. Now turn back around. Next time you move without permission I’m going to turn this ass a pretty shade of pink.”

Cady whipped her head back around.

He ran a finger down the slit of her ass, pressing briefly against her asshole. There was a squirting noise then his finger returned to her asshole, swirling lube around it. Arousal bubbled in her stomach, making her legs quiver as she buried her head in the mattress.

“Relax and push out,” he ordered.

Relax? Was he crazy? But she obediently pushed out and he slid his finger inside her. It was slightly embarrassing and weird, but also incredibly hot.

He thrust his finger in and out of her ass as he played with her clit with his free hand. She moaned, wiggling her ass, trying to demand more.

Slap!

His hand landed on her ass.

“What was that for?” she asked, turning her head to glare at him.

“For wriggling and this,” he smacked her
four more times, while keeping his finger buried deep in her ass, “is for turning around when I told you not to.”

She turned back with a groan just as he landed five more smacks.

“Those were just because I felt like it.” He rubbed her ass, easing the sting, and sending her pleasure soaring.

Cady whimpered, desperately trying not to move even as
she longed to pump her hips, to beg him for more.