Hunting Truth (24 page)

“
Relax, Issy.
If you thought the plug felt good, just wait until
you feel me inside you. Give in to your deepest, darkest desires. I
promise you it’ll be worth it. If you don’t like it, just tell me
to stop and I will, but I know you’re going to love it. Don’t let
the prudish conventions of an old-fashioned society prevent you
from experiencing all that our unity is capable of. I want to own
every part of you and you want me to. Don’t you?”

As he spoke, he pushed, gently increasing
the pressure as I listened to his sincere speech. “Don’t you?” he
repeated, just as the head of his cock slipped past my ring. I
gasped in shock and delicious deviant desire as my ass gripped his
cock firmly. The sensation that followed was indescribable. “Yes,”
I heard myself cry and I realized he was right. Why should
society’s outdated rules dictate what was acceptable and what
wasn’t between two consenting adults? I felt myself relaxing as
Lucas pulled the head of his cock back, then forward slightly, then
back. I heard a noise and thought for an instant that we’d been
interrupted by someone but I realized that it was a low, guttural
moan emanating from the depths of my own throat. Such was the dark
pleasure generated by the rim of his cock locking with my ring and
then pulling back, then repeating, over and over, just as he had
with the plug.

“
Yes, Lucas,” I repeated, but louder, and
with conviction.
“Fuck
me; invade every inch of my body. My body exists for your pleasure
alone. Do with it what you wish. Use me. Own me. Love
me.”

At my words, he gripped my hips more
firmly and pushed his cock deeper inside me, slowly. “Oh my fucking
God. Oh my
fucking
God,” I
cried as my body felt stretched and filled beyond anything I’d ever
believed possible. His answering growl preceded his first thrust.
Every muscle and nerve in my body was alert and alive as he began
to repeatedly thrust in and out of me. Our joint groans filled the
room, increasing in pace in time with his thrusts. Soon he was
slamming balls deep into me and I found myself wishing I could push
my ass out to meet him. I’d never felt pleasure like that before.
It was so deep. So divine. So demanding.

I felt my climax building and my groans
gave way to cries of pure lustful need.
I barely heard Lucas growl that he was about to
come but I felt his cock begin to pulse inside me before I was off,
soaring high on the wings of my orgasm of oblivion. It literally
was. When I regained my senses, I was lying in Lucas’ arms on the
bed. He was looking down on me, smiling and stroking my hair
tenderly. “You’re a wonderful, gorgeous, sexy vixen, Issy Prince,”
he whispered. “And mine. All mine.”

I smiled and stretched lazily until I felt
a strange sensation in my ass and winced. It wasn’t painful
exactly, but I knew he’d been there. His eyes widened in concern
before he gathered me into his arms. “I haven’t hurt you, have I?”
he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion that could have been
regret. The last thing I wanted him to do was regret his actions.
“No!” I cried. “I’m just a little tender, that’s all. I guess it’s
to be expected when you defile a virgin. Well, a virgin
asshole.”

His answering snicker reassured me that he
was okay. “I’ll run you a bath. Wait there.” He got up and walked
to what I’d believed to be one of many cupboards. I watched with
wide eyes as he opened the door to reveal an en-suite bath—I could
see a shower cubicle and his and hers basins. I watched him
disappear and couldn’t help giving in to my curiosity. I slid off
the bed to follow him, wincing slightly as my ass skimmed across
the bed. I stood and noticed that the console table I’d noticed in
the hallway outside was standing in the room with lengths of silky,
red rope carelessly coiled on top. So that’s what I’d heard being
dragged into the room and that’s what I must have been tied to when
Lucas . . . I felt my cheeks flush in shame but I pushed the
thoughts from my mind. I couldn’t think of it as being wrong. It
was society’s determination that it was wrong, and what two
consenting adults did in private should be up to them. There was no
shame in enjoying it. The only shame would be if I allowed
society’s hang ups to spoil what was an incredibly pleasurable
experience. The sound of running water distracted me and I
sauntered over to the door. I’d seen it was a bathroom but I wasn’t
prepared for the size of the roll-top, claw-footed bath that stood
in the center of the room. It was huge. Several people could bathe
together quite comfortably.

Lucas ran a bath that didn’t contain any
bubble bath. He held my hand and helped me in. I winced slightly as
I lowered myself into the water, although it was only comfortably
warm. I saw Lucas’ eyes darken and his face cloud over immediately.
I recognized concern but there was something else too. Fearful that
it was regret for causing me pain, I smiled and blew him a kiss to
head off any dark thoughts that he may be having. The last thing I
wanted him to do was regret what he’d done. I felt like telling him
it was fine and that it was my first time so it was bound to make
my ass tender, that it would be much better next time, but I didn’t
want to make a big deal of it. He seemed reassured by my smile and
his whole frame relaxed, his eyes regaining their brilliant blue
hue.

I bathed leisurely and allowed Lucas to
dry me, which took quite some time because he insisted on kissing
every part of me as he did so. Then he lay me on the bed and walked
over to one of the cupboards. The next moment Paul Weller’s soulful
voice filled the room. Lucas lay next to me and held me to his
chest as he sang the lyrics of
You Do Something To Me
softly as he stroked my hair. He had a
beautiful voice and the way he sang the words made me realize he
was singing them from his heart. Tears leaked from my eyes as I
absorbed the sentiment and realized just how close I’d come to
screwing it all up, once again. I resolved then and there not to
let anyone or anything come between us. What we had was magical and
so rare. When the track ended, I looked up into his eyes and
whispered “We’ll get there.” I didn’t want that moment to end. But,
of course, it had to . . .

I started when someone
bang
ed loudly and
insistently on the door. Lucas sighed in irritation before he told
me to stay put as he slid off the bed. As he pulled on his pants, I
slid under the bed clothes before he unlocked the door and yanked
it open. Carter was standing there, his face as expressionless as
ever. I heard him apologize before he requested a private word.
Lucas looked back at me and said he’d just be a moment. Then he
stepped out and closed the door behind him. I came back to reality
with a bump, cross that someone had burst our bubble. But I knew
that Carter wouldn’t have disturbed Lucas without reason.
Scott!

I shot out of bed and dressed
hastily.
I recalled
asking Lucas why he was so pissed with Scott but he’d only gotten
as far as explaining about him and Ava and the club before I’d
expressed a wish to be alone with him. I’d forgotten all about
Scott. I desperately hoped that he was okay.
What if Carter’s team has found
him? What will they do to him?
I paced around the room, growing more worried by the
second. One moment, Lucas had said . . . that felt like an age
ago.

When the door opened, I opened my mouth to
enquire about Scott but the look on Lucas
’ face stopped me in my tracks. He looked
wretched. “Lucas, what’s wrong?” I demanded as I flew to him and
wrapped my arms around him. I could feel tension radiating from him
but he didn’t reply. I stepped back and bored my eyes into his.
“Lucas, for God’s sake, I know something’s going on and you’ve been
keeping it from me. How can we truly be a couple if you won’t talk
to me? I mightn’t be able to help but you can’t keep things from
me. There should be no secrets between us. Don’t you trust
me?”

He screwed his eyes shut and took a deep
breath. Then his shoulders slumped in defeat and he said, “Come on.
Let’s go back to the bar and I’ll explain over a drink. God knows I
need one. I think you will too.”

He finished dressing quickly before
switching on his cell. He frowned when he looked at the screen and
I knew he must have missed calls from Carter. I hoped he didn’t
regret spending time with me alone, isolated from whatever was
going on. Then he turned and opened the door, holding it open for
me to follow. I waited as he locked the door behind us, then
followed him back up the stairs. He didn’t utter another word and I
felt anxiety growing inside me. Something big was happening.
Something massive. But what?

I sat on a sofa near the bar as Lucas
poured us a drink.
I
noticed he’d been very generous—half filling our glasses—and my
stomach began to churn just a little faster. It wasn’t helped by
Lucas’ dark, brooding expression as he joined me on the sofa,
handing me my drink. This was a dominant alpha-male who looked
nervous. Really nervous. I had to fight the temptation to demand
that he tell me but, when he tossed back over half of his whisky, I
sat in silence and prepared myself for something quite drastic. I
wasn’t wrong.

“
I
’m being blackmailed, Issy,” he said, suddenly.

My head jerked to face him in shock.
“What? How the hell . . .?”

“
Someone knows about my ownership of this
place. That’s why I’m here, to try to sort it out.”

“
But who would . . . oh my God, it’s Joel,
isn’t it?”

Lucas shrugged, his mouth twisting wryly.
“I think it’s safe to assume that but I don’t know for sure. I
can’t simply accept that it’s him. To get where I’ve got, and stay
there, you make a lot of enemies—just by the process of being
successful. I couldn’t understand how Joel had found out—except for
his hacking into the Orion server but even then the data is
encrypted so it would be almost impossible to access. If it’s Joel,
I think it’s far more likely that he received the information first
hand.”

I frowned, not following his thinking at
first. I gasped when I realized. “Scott,” I said,
simply.

Lucas exhaled deeply. “You saw him
speaking with Joel and he’s a member here. I don’t know for sure
that he knows about my ownership of the place but I suspect that
he’s found out somehow. His reaction when I tried to confront him
would appear to confirm my suspicion. Why else would he run like
that?”

I
’d naively hoped that Joel’s malicious attempts to hurt
Lucas had ceased. I knew his motivation for wanting to destroy
Lucas, but Scott, why would he get involved? It didn’t make any
sense. He was always the one who stayed away from trouble and kept
himself to himself. “I know it looks bad for Scott, Lucas, but it’s
just so unlike him. You don’t know him like I do and I find it
difficult to understand why he’d do that.”

His eyes narrowed before he shook his
head. “Oh, come on, Issy. He hates me. He wants you and he’s
jealous that I’m the one who’s with you. He resents my input with
the band and has made it quite clear that he wishes I wasn’t
involved with you or Denial. And believe me, Joel can be
very
persuasive.”

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Yeah,
I’d fallen foul of Joel’s persuasive lies. Who knew what he’d told
Scott? And I hadn’t had a chance to fill Scott in on that fact. Oh
hell. Had that had any bearing on his decision to help Joel and
bring down Lucas? Had I unwittingly helped the blackmail attempt
against Lucas? “How exactly are you being blackmailed? What is it
that they want?”

“
My company
. . . all of my assets . . . you . . .
everything,” he said, his voice tailing off to a
whisper.

“
Me?” I gasped. “And what if you
refuse?”

He laughed, scornfully. “Then they go
public with the information and . . .” his voice trailed off
completely.

“And what, Lucas?”

He closed his eyes and tossed back the
remainder of his whisky, tensing as the liquid travelled down his
throat. “And the photographs they have of me in here,” he said in a
small voice, keeping his eyes closed.

“
Photographs? What photographs?” I
cried.

He didn’t answer. In fact, he didn’t move
a muscle. And I knew. “Oh, those kind of photographs,” I whispered,
trying not to imagine their content.

We sat in silence for a few seconds. I
began to imagine the torrid headlines . . . something along the
lines of:
MILLIONAIRE PERVERT
!

“
You have to go to the police,
Lucas.
Let them
investigate it. That might even frighten Joel off. After all, he’s
not really a seasoned felon is he?”

He looked at me in disbelief. “You’ve got
to be kidding. I can’t involve the police! For God’s sake, the
local district attorney’s a member here. It’s the first rule of the
club that confidentiality is guaranteed. Once the cops start
crawling over the place—and you can imagine the fun they’d have in
a place like this, going through all the files and security
footage—the anonymity of members is lost. Besides, as far as I
know, the cops don’t even know of the existence of this place and
Ava works hard to keep it that way. It’s the only way a high class
BDSM club can operate. You make sure that every member has as much
to lose as you do, if it were to become public knowledge, before
you grant them membership.”