Perfectly Too Far (20 page)

Frowning
severely, the red-head dragged herself into her small, familiar
apartment.

It
felt more empty than she recalled.

It
was several days before the letter from Benedict arrived.

Holding
it nervously, her stomach cold with regret, Judith couldn't get
herself to open it. She knew what it was, she didn't doubt he'd kept
his word. In her hands was her ticket to the college of her dreams.

So
why did everything feel so depressing?

Her
phone buzzed, ripping her back to the present.

“
Hey
Mom,” Judith mumbled, falling backwards onto the couch-bed.

“
Is
something wrong, Judith? You sound... off.”

Her
smile was bitter, she was glad her mother couldn't see it. “No,
everything is fine,” she lied. “I have good news,
actually.” Reaching across to the table, she lifted the letter
over her face. It blocked out the ceiling, blocked out the world, so
all she could see was his signature at the bottom.

It
was as crisp, as perfect, as ever.

“
I'm
going to be attending Sun Arts College, Mom,” she whispered,
rubbing at her eyes with her forearm. The tears were strong,
insistent as they rolled down her cheeks. “I'll finally get in.
Everything is just great, Mom. So great.”

“
Honey,
listen—”

A
crisp knock on the door made Judith stop listening. Sitting up, her
brain buzzing nervously, she stared across the room. The sound came
again, demanding. “Hang on, Mom,” she said from the
corner of her mouth. “I'll call you right back.” Ignoring
the frustrated, confused words her mother made, Judith ended the
call.

Sliding
off the bed, she approached her door warily.
Who could that be?

Her
chest was tight, blood flooding her veins when she grabbed the knob.
For a moment, she debated not answering at all. The rap of knuckles
returned. That time, Judith pulled the handle.

In
a white button down and faded jeans, a look she'd never seen him
sport before, Benedict stood on her front step. Blue eyes, blue as
the sea and pulling her in deep, looked down at her with a turmoil of
emotions.

“
Benedict.”
His name came out in a puff of air. “I—what are you doing
here?”

He
didn't blink, didn't move. “Can I come in?”

Unsure
what to do, her body and mind screaming out for the man she'd never
expected to see again, Judith slid a heel backwards. Giving him
space, she watched him step inside. Closing the door gently, she
observed him studying her tiny, messy apartment. Her blush made her
cheeks cherry red. “Uh, sorry about the place, I was...”

“
Ms.
Flight,” he said, twisting to face her. The seriousness in his
face made her body tense. “I came here to—to apologize.
To ask you to come back.”

She
wondered if her eyes could get any wider. His presence was
smothering, her place getting tinier by the second. “You came
here to what?”

“
To
apologize,” he said gently, wearing more remorse than seemed
logical. “Ms. Flight—Judith.” Parting his lips, he
considered her again. “Little Sparrow.” The way he said
that name set her heart quaking. “I need to tell you that I'm
sorry for how I reacted.”

She
felt the wall behind her, noticing she'd been retreating.
Am I
dreaming? Or just going nuts?
“What happened between us, it
was an accident.”

“
No,”
he said firmly, his shadow falling over her. “It wasn't. It was
deliberate, what you did. Breaking the rules, going through that
door. You changed everything in my world, little Sparrow.” His
eyes were like cobalt, if cobalt could melt her soul. “And it
was no accident.”

Swallowing,
Judith brushed her hair behind her ears. “You told me I almost
ruined everything for you.”

His
frown was sheepish. “I was a fool, scared of losing the world
I'd built for myself. Selfish, and angry that I was falling for a
woman who could expose me entirely.”

“
I
wouldn't!” Stepping forward, her forehead nearly touched his
chin. “I would never tell anyone what goes on down there,
Benedict. I really wouldn't. All of it, that world... it means
everything to me, too.” Hesitating, studying the curve of his
mouth, she dropped her voice. “You mean everything to me,
Benedict. Master Onyx.”

Saying
his name was like invoking a demon. Crushing his lips to hers, he
shoved her back against the wall. He trapped her, held her in place
so he could remind her of all the things about him she needed.

The
kiss was long, it made her lungs scream. Benedict pulled away, raspy
as he inhaled. The gleam in his eyes, she knew it was reflected in
hers. “You mean that, don't you?” he whispered.

“
Of
course, I could never lie to you... Master.”

His
smile was indulgent, it soon became a sneer. “No. You
couldn't.”

It
was the first time they'd kissed, done anything, without masks
between them. Benedict lacked the slow, cool collection he'd wielded
when they were beyond the red door. Now, he was ravenous.

His
fingers clawed into her hair, capturing here so she couldn't escape.
As if she would have wanted to.

Teeth
clamped on her earlobe, then rubbed down her silky throat. Everything
he did made her groan, everything he was drove her wild. Scrabbling
to hold onto his back, Judith knew her brain was turning to pudding.

In
an easy flex of muscles, he gripped her waist, spinning her around.
The springs of her old bed creaked when she landed there, then again
as he climbed on top. Pushing his chest against hers, Benedict
breathed in her scent. Hearing his greedy moan, it made her eyelashes
flutter.

The
old tank top she'd thrown on that morning, it was torn over her head.
Her crimson strands became wild, falling over her bare chest. She
hadn't yet put on a bra, and now her perky mounds were exposed to his
smirk. “It's nice to see you in proper lighting,” he
said.

Judith
reached up, wanting to undo his buttons. Instead, he straddled her
and sat up, doing the job himself. She didn't mind. He was much
better, much more quick, than she would have been. Gazing at his
exposed muscles made her skin tingle.

The
dark haired man bent down, wrapping lips around one firm nipple. He
suckled her gently, making her press her knees together I ecstasy.
Each tug at her breast made the walls of her pussy throb, like they
were connected by invisible threads.

Benedict
thumbed her aerole, lazy circles that made Judith breathe faster.
“Your body is so easy to read,” he whispered. Blowing
cool air on the slickness of her damp nipple, he chuckled at her
whimper. “I love it, really.”

He...
loves it?

Reaching
between them, he shoved her pants down, ripping them aside. The
second his fingers caressed the front of her panties, she knew he'd
find her soaking. His amused snicker, the way he glanced into her
blushing face, confirmed her theory.

Amazingly,
he didn't comment on it. Hooking his arms around her thighs, Benedict
lifted her until her ass was in the air, her slit inches from his
teasing smirk. Staring straight into her face, he inhaled her scent
loudly. Seeing the lust cross his expression, it was turning her on
more than she'd ever been.

He
didn't yank her panties down, he tugged them to one side, revealing
her pinkness. Running his tongue over her swollen lips, the man
lapped at her like he was parched for water. Each stroke made her cry
out, her fingers digging into the blankets. Soft lips circled her
pulsing clit, embracing it in luscious pleasure. She was sure she
wouldn't last long, but positive when he suddenly dipped his elegant
fingers deep into her clenching tunnel. Wriggling his digits inside
of her, Benedict held her tight as she gyrated with wild passion.

Rolling
her eyes back, Judith trembled with the pressure of her abrupt
climax. Inside of her, her walls rippled over his thrusting fingers.
His face, when he smiled down at her, was drenched.
Oh god, my
heart might explode!

The
wetness was audible, his fingers slipping free of her. For a moment,
Judith felt the aching pain of emptiness. Benedict was fast, removing
his belt and jeans without issue. The pants fell to the floor, but
where they ended up was a mystery neither of them cared about.

Sliding
over her, he again left her underwear on. The fact he wouldn't waste
time, that he'd leave them and just push them out of the way, it was
decadent. Leaning down, he kissed her roughly. Judith tasted her own
sweetness on his tongue.

The
plump tip of his cock was warm, her only warning he was about to
shove himself into her tightness. She braced herself, chest thrumming
with desire for him to fill her with his thickness.

Benedict
brushed his nose to hers, speaking soft, insistent. “Do you
need me to fuck you?”

“
I—yes,
of course!” she cried out, staring at him with eyes that had
trouble focusing.

“
Then,”
he said, bending to whisper into her hear, “I need you to do
something for me.”

Her
mouth was dry, sticky. “What's that?”

“
Agree
to be mine.” His cock slid along her slippery lips. “Agree
to come back, to finish the mural... to never break my rules again.”
The more he talked, the greater her pussy twitched. “Or, little
Sparrow, I will not fuck you. I will not give you the cock you need.
So what will it be?”

Judith
looked at him squarely, her lips smiling upwards at one corner. She
could see the confusion welling in his cobalt blues. “That's
all? You didn't need to bribe me to get that. It's... it's all I
wanted all along, Master Onyx.”

His
consternation melted, transformed into a thing of ravenous lust.
Holding her shoulders, he pressed her into the bed, driving his
entire length into her cunt in one fierce stroke.

It
was the answer they had both wanted, the one they both needed.

Judith
squealed, thrusting to meet him. The sound of their bodies filled the
room, wet and desperate. His teeth found her throat, her nails dug
into his sides. Whatever sharpness the pain delivered was muted by
the delightful throes of heat rising in their centers.

I'm
so close, so god damn close.
Her
pink walls trembled, grasping at his swelling shaft to lock him in
place. She wasn't strong enough to hold him. Tensing, the pressure
mounting to a peak, Judith groaned openly while the orgasm took
control.

Inside
of her, she felt him quickening. Above, his breathing was heavy with
exertion.
He's going to cum, too!
Realizing
how near his release was, her anxiousness soared.
Is he
going to do it in me?
He hadn't
before, but it would be hard for him to pull out.

Roiling
with fear and anticipation, hot with a taboo desire for his seed to
fill her, Judith wrapped her thighs around his lower back. If he'd
debated yanking free, her position made it impossible.

Burying
himself to the hilt, Benedict grunted into the crook of her neck. His
skin vibrated, his cock twitched, and rivulets of pearly essence
poured inside of her eager pussy.

Together
they laid there, panting on the soaked mattress.

Lifting
his head, Benedict watched her with far more self-consciousness than
she thought he could manage. “You really will come back, you
meant that?”

Chuckling,
the red-head crushed her lips to his for a short second. “Of
course I meant it. I meant every word. I'm yours, Benedict. Master
Onyx. Whatever you want me to call you, I don't care. I... I love
you, both of you,” she admitted. Her face was tomato red, her
insides shaking with her vulnerability.
Oh no, why did I
say that? What if he doesn't...