Hudson (14 page)

“Round, firm, bitable.”  Nudging stray hairs out of the way,
he kissed her neck and ground his cock against her ass.  “You have a perfect
ass, Brie.  It leads into curvy hips just the right size for my hands.” 

He demonstrated and she put down the knife. 

“Which leads to these beautiful, silky thighs that let me
fuck you hard without worrying about bruising your bones.”  His palms slid
between her legs and pressed her thighs until she stepped out.  “All of which
frames this perfect pussy that sucked my ability to think out through my cock.”

When his fingers slid beneath the line of her panties and
stroked her, Brie dropped her head back on his shoulder.  Two fingers worked
into her pussy while his thumb circled over her clit.  He took his time,
kissing her neck and talking to her. 

“Give me another sample.  Soak my fingers.”

It didn’t take long and she worried about remaining standing
when she started to come. 

“That’s it.  You come so pretty.”  Reaching up to grip her
chin, he turned her face to the side and held her in place while he ate at her
mouth. 

When her muscles relaxed, he pulled his fingers from inside
her and gave her clit a light tap.  He used the tips to paint her lips before
he licked them clean.  He broke the kiss and locked his eyes on hers.  She couldn’t
fight the shiver that worked over her body. 

He used his thumb and forefinger to open her mouth and
rubbed the pads of two fingers over her tongue.  “Suck them.”  Brie closed her
lips, drew on them, and stroked her tongue around the length.  “Jesus.  I can
feel that in the root of my cock.”

She turned her body and stroked her hand down his torso. 
Before she could take him in her hand, he stopped her and pulled his fingers
from between her lips. 

“I shouldn’t have distracted you.  I’ll behave.”  She
quirked her brow and he rephrased with a small laugh.  “Alright…for now.” 

He gave her ass a sharp smack and she licked her lips as he
turned her back to the counter.  His hands settled on her shoulders.  She
couldn’t help but sigh when he began to massage her again.

“You’ll let me hire someone to help you in addition to the
teenager.”

Glancing up and back, she shook her head.  “Hudson…”

“It wasn’t a question.  You’re having major surgery and
recovery is no joke.  I’d feel better knowing you had someone checking your
bandages and making sure you don’t overdo it.”

A small sigh whispered between her lips.  “I’ll hire someone
then.  I promise.”

“Hmm.  I’m ignoring you.”  He continued massaging her and
relieved the pressure again between her shoulder blades.  “May I ask why the
fuck your parents didn’t have this surgery done years ago?  I can’t imagine it
hurt less as a teenager.”

“More actually since I was still growing.  They didn’t do it
because they’re devout Catholics who don’t believe in cosmetic surgery.  What
God gives is a
gift
…no matter that it’s a gag gift.” 

She went back to dicing tomatoes.  “I was fourteen when they
grew to this point.  Just over five feet tall and the butt of every locker room
joke in my school.” 

Tossing ingredients into a large wooden bowl, she rinsed and
dried her hands. 

“My parents love me, Hudson but they will never understand
the person I am on the inside and I’m tired of pretending to be something I’m
not.”

She moved around the kitchen getting plates and made a
dipping sauce for the bread. 

“It’s the main reason I’ve worked and saved so hard.  I have
a trust fund but I will never see a dime.  No matter their love for me, they
will be livid when they see I’ve had the surgery done.  The money means nothing
compared to my need for a single day without back and neck pain.”

“The investigation could take years and you may never get back
what was stolen from you, Brie.  Let me write you a check.”

She laughed loudly.  “No, Hudson.”  She stretched up on
tiptoes to get wine glasses.  “You’ve already tried that.”  He said nothing and
she gave him a soft smile. 

“I knew it was you when the detective told me people never
get their stolen property back in cases like mine.  You didn’t have to do
that.  It wasn’t your fault and it’s only money.  I live simply and I really
will
be just fine.” 

She tilted her head.  “I appreciate it but it isn’t your
responsibility to help me.”  Walking past him into the living room, she took the
envelope from her desk drawer and handed it to him. 

He opened it, his eyes went wide, and he stared at her.  “You
didn’t deposit it.”  She shook her head.  “Why won’t you take help from me?”

With her hands on her hips, her answer was cheerful.  “Because
I’m not a whore, Hudson.”

He went still, everything inside him rebelling at the use of
the word in regards to this woman.  “That wouldn’t make you a whore, Brie.”

“Hudson, if we’re having sex – which I fully expected to
happen eventually – and I take substantial amounts of money from you…yes, that
makes me your whore.  I don’t need jewelry.  I don’t need fancy vacations or
designer clothes.  I don’t want your money.  I am, however, partial to Reese’s peanut
butter cups when I’m on my period.”

She leaned against her counter and he blocked her in. 

“Do not ever…
ever
…refer to yourself as a whore again,
Brie.  I will make sure you can’t sit for a week.”  He reached up and gripped a
fistful of hair at the back of her neck to hold her still. 

“I should spank your ass red for even daring to
suggest
you could ever
be
that.  Let me make this very clear, pretty girl – if I
buy you jewelry and clothes and take you places – that
still
does not
make you my whore.  That makes you my
woman
.”

“I’m not…”

“Don’t.  Do not lie to either of us.”  He stared down at
her, letting her glimpse the animal that lived inside him.  “Who do you belong
to?”

“I don’t…”

“Brie, I will put you over my lap.”  She fidgeted on her
feet and he watched as she pressed her thighs together.  “I will never hurt
you, Brie.  I can be hard but I know you need gentle as well.  I’ll work on
it.” 

His other hand moved between her legs, massaging her through
her panties.  Her response was immediate.  “Don’t pretend you don’t know. 
Don’t pretend this soft, wet pussy isn’t mine to eat and play with and fuck.” 

Sliding under the fabric, he rubbed her slow and easy until
her legs opened and she began to shake.  “Now.  Who do you belong to, Brie?”

“You, Hudson.” 

He let her come and held her close to him, bringing her down
slowly, until her breathing steadied.  She held herself up with the counter and
he went to her bathroom.  He returned to find her in the exact position he’d
left her in.  Using a warm washcloth, he tugged her panties down, wiped away the
evidence of her orgasms, and settled them back in place. 

Lifting her chin with the side of his hand, he stared into
her eyes.  “Sleepy?”

“A little.  I’m hungry though.”  He kissed her forehead and
she hugged him.  “Let me get the food done.”  Twenty minutes later, they sat at
her small dinette in front of the large window. 

“This is…dear lord, Brie.”

“I’m glad you think it’s good.”

“Oh yeah.  Good.” 

He said very little as he demolished the first plate and she
refilled it.  She sat back with her wine to watch him and he could tell she
enjoyed having him here with her. 

“You’re easing me into it.  Aren’t you?”

Hudson picked up his wine glass.  He didn’t pretend to
misunderstand her because she wasn’t stupid.  Certain things he said and did
couldn’t be mistaken for vanilla sexuality. 

“A bit.  I promise to keep you safe.”  A healthy swallow of
wine gave him a moment to think.  He wrapped a lock of her hair around one
finger, released it, and watched it spring back.  “You’re sexually giving,
Brie.  It’s your heart, your need to make the people around you happy.  That is
a very good thing with a Dominant who will keep your safety paramount at all
times.”

“I trust you to do that.”

“Thank you…that is important.  Most submissives know what
they want, what they need, when they enter a relationship like this.  You’ve
never experienced it in the real world so I’m going to start you slow and work
you as high as you’re comfortable.”

“What then?”

“Then that’s where we stay unless you say differently.  I
will push your comfort zone, Brie.  Things I do to you and ask you to do may
embarrass you, be physically uncomfortable, or truly hurt and I need you to
know the difference.  Do you understand?”

“If it hurts, tell you but if I’m just embarrassed…try to
power through it.”

“Exactly.” 

He pulled her from her chair and settled them both in her
large chair.  Her legs draped on either side of his.  They sat like that,
quietly, and he watched the sun move across the wood floor.  He stroked through
her hair and down her back.

When she drifted to sleep, he continued to hold her and
thought about his plans.

It was fully dark when Brie opened her eyes and realized
she’d slept
on
Hudson.  Lifting slightly, she stared down at his face
and smiled at the power even sleep could not fully erase. 

Her body was sore yet rested.  She badly wanted to touch him
but didn’t.

Long black lashes created smudged shadows beneath his eyes. 
His shaggy black hair was beginning to silver, the hairline along his temple
shimmered in the low light.  A broad mouth and full lips were almost too
sensual for a man and she found it sad that he smiled so rarely. 

Built like an oak, not overly tall but thick and strong,
Hudson had an air of capability to him that most men simply didn’t have. 

She
wanted
him and it scared her because heartbreak
was sure to follow with this man in her life.  No matter what he thought, she
was not – nor would she ever be – the right fit for him. 

Leaning forward, she inhaled the scent of him and brushed
her lips lightly over his jaw.  Moving carefully to avoid waking him up, she
lifted away and walked into the bathroom.  Only when the door was closed did
she turn on the light. 

After starting the water for her shower, she caught a
glimpse of her reflection across the room and turned to examine herself more
closely. 

Her hair was loose and falling all around her.  Her lips
were swollen and red.  Every part of her felt relaxed and comfortable for the
first time in a long time. 

She felt pretty, maybe even desirable. 

She unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall and the industrial
bra followed.  Brie was thankful as the steam overtook the small space and hid
what she looked like fully naked.  Feeling better about herself in general
didn’t change her specific embarrassment. 

Clipping her hair to the top of her head, she showered and
dried off.  When the towel was secured around her upper body, she moved into
the bedroom and found clothing as quietly as possible.  Only when she was once
again fully dressed in multiple tops and yoga pants did she feel as though she
could face Hudson.

The moment she stepped into the living room, she knew he was
awake.  His black eyes glittered at her from across the space.  There was
nothing she wanted more in that moment than to climb back in his lap and stay
forever. 

Silly girl.  Enjoy what he gives you and leave it the
fuck alone.

She forced herself to curl up in the corner of the couch –
close enough to touch him if she reached out but with enough distance to give
her confidence.  

Hudson leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. 

The half-smile he gave her was self-mocking.  “As much as
you think you
should
put distance between us, you can’t quite manage it,
Brie.” 

One hand reached out to stroke her hair and she didn’t stop herself
from leaning into the touch. 

“I want you more now than I did before I had you.”

Remaining silent was a form of armor.  She could never be
what he needed, no matter how much she might want to be.  Turning her face, she
kissed his palm. 

No one in her world had prepared her for a man like Hudson. 

She wasn’t surprised when he moved to crouch beside the
couch, both of his hands cupping her skull.  He kissed her and every cell in
her body strained toward him. 

It was not a gentle kiss.  It was a
claiming
and
there was no doubt in her mind that he meant it as exactly that. 

Hudson pulled back to stare into her eyes.  “You are
beautiful and intuitive, Brie.  I heard everything you said but it hasn’t
changed how I feel about
you
.  I’m giving you time to finish your
procedure and space to make sure you can handle me.  I am not, in any way,
releasing my claim on you.  Are we clear?”

She started to shake her head and he stilled her with
another kiss.  Only when she was panting with need did he break it. 

“Nod.”  Brie did so in a daze.  “Excellent.  A woman from a
home health agency will be stopping by tomorrow to introduce herself and assess
your needs after the surgery.  You are not to discuss payment with her.  Do you
understand?”

The denial that rose to her lips was kissed away by Hudson
and she found her upper body cradled in his arms by the time he pulled away. 

“We will keep things simple between us, Brie.  This is not a
gray area.  You need professional care.  I know this from experience.  I will provide
it with no strings attached.  In other areas, you may argue to your heart’s
content…not in regards to your health.  Speaking to Riya would likely obtain the
same result.” 

He kissed the tip of her nose.  “Now, let’s try again.  A
woman will come to help you.  You will not discuss her fee.  Do you
understand?” 

“Yes, Hudson.  Thank you.”

“Better.”  He kissed her again and set her back against the
couch cushions.  Looming above her, he traced his finger along the side of her
face, down her neck, and along her collarbone. 

“I’m going to go so you can think.  Once you’re healed, and
you reach the conclusion we both
know
you want, I plan to remain buried
deep inside your body for days.  I cannot wait to sample your nipples – which I
suspect are the same pale cocoa shade as your lips.”

“
Hudson…
”  She arched into his hand as he circled her
nipple through her layers of clothing.    

“Let your body heat for me.”  He leaned down and nuzzled her
ear.  “When I leave, I want to think about you touching yourself, Brie.  I want
you to imagine that your fingers are my tongue and when you come, I want you to
think about me lapping up every…silken…drop.” 

She trembled and Hudson gritted his teeth.  He delivered a final
kiss that included a firm tap to her mound through her clothing and then Hudson
headed for the door. 

The door clicked shut and automatically locked behind the
most primal sexual being Brie had ever met.  In seconds, she had her hand
inside her clothes, furiously working her fingertips over her folds.  The
orgasm was almost instantaneous and it was Hudson’s name she moaned into the
empty apartment. 

Emotions be damned…sexually, the man had her tied in knots. 

She was still shaking and panting when her cell phone rang
minutes later.  “Hello?”

“Did you come hard, Brie?”

“I…yes,” she stammered. 

“Did you think of me?”

“Yes, Hudson.”

“Put two fingers in your pussy, Brie.”

“W-what?”

“Do it now.”

Grateful he wasn’t in the room, Brie leaned back on the
cushions holding the phone in one hand.  The other stroked over her rounded
tummy and beneath the fabric of her clothing once again.  Her breath caught as
she brushed over her swollen clit. 

“That’s it…touch yourself for me.  Slip two fingers in,
Brie.”  She did and was shocked at how
wet
she sounded and felt.  “I bet
your pussy is just
dripping
for me, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Stroke in and out, nice and gentle for me.” 

She obeyed him without saying a word and knew that
alone
was enough to turn him on.  There was no way to stifle the sounds that bubbled
up in her throat and she gripped the phone more tightly to keep from dropping
it. 

“Everything in me is screaming to come back to you, Brie. 
Demanding I return and fuck you until all you know is the feel of my cock
inside you.”

“Hudson…” she whispered a moment before she gasped at the
force of the orgasm that took her. 

“Yes, Brie.  God yes.”  She could hear the strain in his
voice.  She wanted to tell him to come back, just
come back,
and
take
her
again.  “Sleep then take a nice soak.  You’re going to be sore.  I’m
sorry about that.”

“Don’t be…please don’t be.”  Her voice was quiet because she
meant it in so many ways. 

“Goodnight, Brie.  Thank you for dinner and a very memorable
evening.”

“Goodnight, Hudson.  You’re welcome and thank
you
for
the orgasms.”  She was smiling as she ended the call. 

Without moving more than it took to pull the throw blanket
over her from the back of the couch, Gabriella slept where she was.  Her
thoughts drifted as she neared sleep. 

She had agreed to be his.  For a little while, she would
be.  However long she might have him, there was no doubt in her mind that he
would rule her sexually.  It was guaranteed to be an education.

She also realized Hudson was right. 

She
was
sore…and she
liked
it.

The next morning, Hudson fisted his dick for the
third
time since leaving Brie.  He could think of nothing but burying his cock deep
inside her again. 

Already he felt as if he hadn’t fucked in days.   

He decided his course and knew exactly how to bring her into
agreement.  Gabriella was much more sexual and sensual than anyone – including
her – gave her credit for being. 

He knew how to use those traits against her…and ultimately
for
her. 

Not that he wouldn’t benefit as well.  For a moment, he
questioned his motives, his greed – and then he remembered how willingly she’d
let him take her body.  He knew she was innocent compared to him…but not too
innocent to what a sexual relationship with him would entail. 

Once he was dressed, he wasted no time arranging for a home
care nurse.  He made his requests clear and made a note to check her progress
himself.

When his phone rang at noon, he picked it up knowing who it
was.  “Natalia.”

“Good morning, Hudson.  Brunch?”

“I’ll pick you up.  Be ready in thirty minutes.”  

He hung up knowing she wouldn’t be offended at his
abruptness.  Dressed in dark slacks and a lightweight sweater, he called for
the car.  It was waiting out front by the time he made it downstairs.

Natalia appeared at the curb near her building as they
pulled to a stop.  She climbed in looking tired and a little hung over. 

“Late night, love?”  He couldn’t help the grin.

“Coffee.  Get me coffee then you can mock me.” 

She rested her head on the back of the seat and said nothing
more until they were ensconced in a private alcove at their favorite brunch
restaurant. 

When a large cup of coffee was in her hands, she sighed
happily. 

“Alright.  There’s a new girl on the scene at the club who
was sponsored by the lovely Blythe.  Great figure, similar to Brie actually,
and likes to play.  She was very…energetic.  I feel like I’ve run the fucking marathon. 
There is a small possibility I’m getting too old for this shit.”

Hudson laughed.  “Young?”

“Twenty-two if that.  She’s fun but rather silly.”  Natalia
focused on him for the first time since getting in the car.  “You look
different.”  She cocked her head to the side and gave him a small smile.  “Hudson. 
You look almost…relaxed.” 

He said nothing, allowing her to scrutinize him while he
drank his coffee. 

“You were with
Brie
.”  They grinned at one another. 
“Lucky, lucky darling.  Is she everything you hoped?”  Hudson closed his eyes
and she laughed.  “Never mind.  I withdraw the question.”

“The woman has the survival instinct of a baby lemming,
Natalia.” 

He pulled out the information of the surgical facility she
planned to use and her brows shot up.

“Cosmetic surgery?  She does not seem the type…not at all.”

“Breast reduction.”

Natalia’s eyes widened and she looked through the windows
for a moment.  “I wondered.  So many clothes, no matter the weather.”  Glancing
back at him, she nodded.  “I’ll check them out.”

“She has an appointment tomorrow afternoon; the last series
of lab work before her procedure.  Her surgery would be a day or so after the
tests come back solid.  I wrote it down.” 

“Are you trying to put me in front of her, Hudson?”

He explained the conversation he’d had with Brie and Natalia
relaxed back against the seat with a shocked look on her face. 

“I worried that I’d
frightened
her.”  Tapping her
perfect nail on the tabletop, she said carefully, “This could blow up in your
face, Hudson.”

“It could blow up in
yours
, Natalia.  What would you
do without your nightly romps?  You’ve grown accustomed to variety.” 

Hudson knew his friend wouldn’t consider his words judgment. 
They’d known one another long enough to understand what was said and left
unsaid
. 

“You’d spend more time with me, Natalia.  It might be too
much.”

Their food arrived and neither spoke as they ate.  Only when
she pushed her plate away did Natalia address his concerns.

“You and I alone.  It could be too much.  I can never be the
woman you really need, Hudson.  I’d never do your laundry or have dinner on the
table.  My own ninety-hour work weeks prevent that.” 

She cleared her throat.  “Still…as much variety as you think
I have, I spend most nights alone.  I eat my meals alone.  You are my only true
friend.”  Her shoulder lifted in a small shrug.  “I don’t trust most people.”

“I love you, Natalia.  I hope you know that.  Since I was
ten years old, I’ve loved you.  It isn’t normal love and I don’t know that it
will ever be what love is supposed to be between two people.”

“I know you love me.  As much as I love you.  I’m not…I’m
not sure what we’re doing.  I don’t know about relationships like this, not
with someone like Brie.  We could break her.  I don’t want to break her.”

“We won’t.  She’s strong.  Stronger than even she knows she
is.”  He leaned forward and took Natalia’s hand in both of his. 

“I’m greedy.  You know how greedy I can be and in this –
I’ve never been more so.  The two of us alone, we’d probably burn one another
out but I think she’s is soft enough to temper our edges.”