Reno [Wolfe Brothers 2] (Siren Publishing Classic) (4 page)

“I guess I should be honest with you. I’ve had boyfriends, and we’ve fooled around a little bit, but I’ve never actually had sex.”

“You’re a virgin?”

She grimaced at the way he made it sound like it was a horrible affliction that she had. She guessed he was no longer interested in training her. She felt like she’d grown another head or something with the way he was looking at her.

She watched as Reno stared at her. What the fuck? She didn’t want to be a virgin. She was twenty-seven years old. There weren’t any virgins over eighteen anymore! “Are you saving yourself for marriage?” There was no way that he was going to marry her just so he could play!

“No, sir.” She was getting a little angry with the way he was now glaring at her. “If you’d known some of the men I’ve been out with, you’d understand. Most of them thought I would help them hook up with my sister.” She stood up, but Lord, he was still taller than she was as he sat there. “You see, I’m the ugly duckling, and Ari is the swan.” She pushed her long black hair off of her shoulder. “Fuck, what does it matter? Why don’t you see yourself out?” She stormed out of the room.

Reno watched her go with a frown. Damn, she should have been a redhead with that temper of hers. He picked up their dishes and put them in the kitchen. He’d have to clean them and take them back to Jackson, but that would have to wait until later. He walked down the hall until he found her, sitting on a bed with another jersey on. Leaning against the wall, he spoke. “Did I give you permission to leave the room?” If looks could kill, Reno thought, I’d be a dead man.

“I didn’t fucking ask for it. I told you to leave. I’ve changed my mind.” When he didn’t move, she picked up a book beside her bed. “I’ll find a Dom who doesn’t mind not having a fashion model, who doesn’t mind a sub with a few extra pounds or her virginity.” The book almost hit him in the head, but he was quick on his feet and dodged it.

“Like hell you will!”

She picked up another book and was about to torpedo his head when he grabbed her arm. “Calm your ass down before I warm it!”

“Fuck you, you…” Whatever else she had been intent on saying was caught by his lips as they covered hers. The pressure was hard, and she tried to push his chest off of hers. Her fingers slid into the opening of his shirt and encountered wiry hair and firm muscle. With a sigh, she gave up the fight and opened her mouth to him.

His tongue stroked inside her mouth. With every flick and rub of his tongue, she felt her control slipping away. She moaned under him as his hand slid up under her shirt. Her nipples were already pebbled and waiting for his touch. His fingers gently teased first one, then the other.

It was almost as if he was reluctant when he pulled away. “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings. I didn’t expect you to be a virgin.” He placed another kiss in the corner of her mouth.

“I’m sorry, too. I might have overreacted.” She tried to sit up, but he placed a hand on her stomach to hold her in place.

“The biggest part of a Dom/sub relationship is trust. If you can’t trust me, we’re going to be in trouble. I know that we don’t know each other so well, but you have to have faith in me to some extent.”

She nodded her understanding. Trust was hard for her. The only people she’d ever been able to trust were out touring America.

“Now, get that damned shirt off and come into the living room with me.” He waited as she complied with his orders then followed her so he could watch the sweet sway of her nude ass. He had to adjust his cock behind his jeans. Shit, it was going to be a long night.

“What is your safe word?” he asked as he pulled things out of his bag. Cuffs, a flogger, and several other things were placed on the table.

“Book,” she stated as she stared at his tools. Arianna had mentioned a whip, but he didn’t pull one out of his bag.

“Good one,” he agreed. “Give me your hands.”

As directed, she placed her hands out to him. “This is bondage tape,” he explained as he used it to restrain her wrists in front of her. “It won’t pull your skin, and I won’t have to worry about you cutting your wrists like you could with my handcuffs.” The blue tape kept her hands from touching anything but themselves.

“You’ve followed my directions very well, pet. I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” His voice flowed over her like velvet and sent shivers down her arms.

“Yes, sir.” One big hand cupped her face, smoothed her hair back, and tilted her chin up so that she could look into his seductive black eyes.

“Good answer. I want you to lay back for me,” he instructed as he helped her to lean back against the sofa. “Spread your legs. I want to look at my pussy.” He heard her gasp and smiled. Her movements were slow, but she spread her legs just the same. “You’re pussy is so sexy.” His hand slid down to trace her flesh. “So soft. You wax?”

“Laser,” she corrected. Apparently, she hadn’t spread her legs open far enough because he lifted one toward the back of the sofa and the other on the floor, then placed himself in the open space.

His hand left her pussy and went north. The way he had her arms taped together made her arms push her breasts close together. The pink tips were hard, just waiting for him to play with them. She watched as he lightly traced over one peak then the other. He used his forefingers and his thumbs to gently pluck at them, again and again, only each time the tension was a little harder.

She moaned. Each teasing touch he gave her nipples, she felt in her clit. She tried to close her legs together so she could find some relief, but he wouldn’t let her in this position. She knew she was getting wet, and she could smell her arousal just as easily as she knew he could. But instead of embarrassing her, it turned her on even more.

“Do you like your nipples being played with, pet, or would you rather me play with your sweet little pussy?” He sucked a nipple into his hot, wet mouth as his fingers plucked and teased her other nipple. She let out a yelp as she felt his teeth bite down gently. Arching her hips, she hoped for some relief before she went up in flames.

“Please, sir,” she groaned when he lifted away from her breasts. “Please!”

“Please what, pet?”

“I need to come, sir.”

“Not yet, pet,” he replied as he settled a little further down on the sofa. His face was right at her cunt. “Watch me.”

“Oh fuck,” she gasped as she watched him. His eyes held her hers as he slid his tongue from her one end of her pussy up to her clit.

“You taste so sweet, pet, just like honey.” Her juices coated his face as he spoke, but it didn’t stop him from licking her again. His tongue flicked against her clit before he sucked the delicate morsel into his mouth. His tongue rubbed and teased as he increased the pressure with his mouth. Just as she was about to climax, he pulled back, his face wet with her juices.

“What the fuck are you doing?” she screamed, frustrated beyond belief. He couldn’t be this cruel to her! “I thought you were rewarding me, not trying to kill me with sexual frustration,” she whined as she tried to move away from him.

A hard smack from his hand against her cunt lifted her off of the sofa. Her body shuddered as she fought for her climax. “What did you say, sub?”

“Please, sir. I need to come.”

“I told you last night, Trista, your pleasure belongs to me. That’s the way these relationships work. You have to trust me to please you.” His hand was lightly rubbing her clit. “Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir. I’m sorry.” She was gasping again as his hands pushed back her clitoral hood, she felt him lean down and brush his tongue over her clit before he sucked the delicious little organ into his mouth and began to hum.

“Reno!” Her whole body tightened as pleasure began to wash over her in frightening waves. What little experience she had with oral sex had never been this intense.

His mouth lifted just enough for him to talk. “Come,” he demanded before sucking her aching clit back into his mouth. The humming continued, the suction increased, and wave after wave of pleasure tore through her entire body. Her thighs wrapped around his head as she screamed his name again and again.

Reno’s cock was hard as hell, ready to burst at the slightest touch. He pulled away from her and helped her into a more comfortable position. He ran a big hand through his black hair, shaking from frustration. He removed her bondage tape and glared at her.

“If you weren’t a virgin”—his voice was hoarse as he spoke—“I’d have your legs pinned by your head, and I’d fuck you till you couldn’t walk.”

“What’s stopping you, sir? I never said that I wanted to stay a virgin until I get married. I just hadn’t found anyone who wanted me enough.”

“Enough for what, a wedding ring?”

“Enough to overlook my sister for me.” She sat up, uncomfortable again in her nudity but doing nothing to hide it. She was startled when he pulled her over onto his lap and his strong arms wrapped around her. Trista felt herself melting into him.

“I would have thought it would be the other way around.” She felt a gentle kiss on top of her head. “You’re so much better than your sister.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Just then the house phone rang, but when she tried to move off of his lap, he held her in place. The answering machine came on within seconds. Arianna’s whispered voice came over the line. “Chubbs, I know you don’t want to hear from me, but I’ve got to let you know something. I heard Daddy talking to someone, but I don’t know who. You have got to get out of town, Chubbs. I think Daddy just sold you to cover his own ass, and he gave someone your address. Damn, someone’s coming. I have to go, but you be careful!” The phone clicked off and silence hung heavily in the air.

Reno was the first to speak. “Has she ever done that before?”

“No, I’m surprised that she would even be worried about me if he was going to do something like that.” She was quiet, but what the hell was her father thinking? She was his flesh and blood, and he fucking sold her to someone? While it had been one thing to try to sell her to her grandparents, this was worse. Why did her father have to hate her? One part of her was angry, the other part was embarrassed that Reno had had to hear about it with her. He stood her on her feet.

“Go pack a bag,” he ordered as he began packing his stuff up. “There’s no way you can stay here.”

“But, Reno…”

He was angry. “Don’t fucking question me right now. Get your shit together. Don’t worry about work clothes. You won’t be able to work.” When she didn’t move, he yelled, “Now!”

She didn’t think twice but instantly ran to her room. Where the hell was she going to go? Her grandparents had sold their house, but she was certain that Satino would have no issues sending “her buyer” to get her there either. She pulled out a suitcase and began to toss some comfortable clothes into it. She used another bag to toss her toiletries into it. After throwing on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt, she slid her sandals on and dragged her things into the living room. “Let me get my laptop, and I’ll be ready to go.” He helped her tote her belongings outside, but when she went to put them in her small four-by-four truck, he stopped her.

“Put your stuff in my truck.” When she hesitated, he took control of the situation and picked up her and her bags and tossed them into the cab of his truck. “I’m sure your father also told them what kind of vehicle you drive,” he stated as he jerked the keys out of her hand and slammed his door shut.

She watched him go back to the house and lock it up tight before returning to the truck. “Um, if you don’t mind, could you take me to an affordable hotel? I, uh, I really don’t care where as long as it’s not dirty,” she requested as she watched him angrily cranking the truck up.

“Shut. Up.” He backed the truck out of the driveway and maneuvered through the streets like a pro. He reached for his cell phone and, with a few touches to the screen, was on the phone.

“Captain? This is Wolfe…” He filled his boss in on the circumstances and his plan of action before disconnecting the line, but he didn’t stop there. No, oh no, he had to call and share her embarrassment with his partner as well. Isn’t this just grand, she thought as she rested her head on the truck window. Why didn’t he just post a fucking electric billboard so the whole damned city could see it with her picture?

She curled up into herself. Dammit, why did her father have to be this way? Why didn’t her mother ever stop him? They’d created her so why couldn’t they love her? Tears slowly flowed down her face, but she didn’t make a sound.

She didn’t recognize their location as he stopped in front of a gate. He slid a card through the security system then drove through. When he stopped, it was in front of a tall condo. “Come on, honey,” he stated as he gathered their belongings and hopped out of his truck.

Trista followed him slowly with her pocketbook and laptop in hand. Where was she, and what the hell was she going to do? How long would she have to wait until she could return home? Maybe, she thought, this was a safe house. Reno would leave her here and go home. That idea saddened her more than it should have. After all, he was only training her, not keeping her.

“Come on, honey. Get your sweet ass inside.” He was holding the door wide open for her, she guessed he was eager to drop her off and leave.

She was surprised when she walked into the place. It was homier than she had thought a safe house would be. Damn, since when did they just leave dishes out at this kind of place?