The Lady Vanishes (25 page)

Regina sobbed at the idea. “Yes,” she begged. “Do it, yes.”

He did, pressing his mouth against her, his tongue bathing her fiercely throbbing clit. Just as she’d expected, she came hard, shuddering and moaning, her breath gasping out of her. The sensation felt magnified in the darkness of the blindfold, every ripple and shudder echoed in the clink of chains and the creak of leather.

“Very nice,” he murmured against her flesh. “I want to see that again.”

Regina wasn’t sure she could do it again, she was so exhausted. She heard him stand and move away, and when he returned, she thought she heard the distinct sound of a small chain.

“It seems a shame to neglect these,” he said, and then he was beneath her, and a sharp pinch on her nipple made her cry out. It was followed by a second, and then he released the chain, and Regina felt the tug on both her nipples, both painful and extremely arousing as the chain in between the clamps swung, tugging rhythmically on her nipples.

“Good,” he murmured. “Now I think you’re ready to get fucked again.”

She was, the ache between her legs throbbing, begging for that cock to take her, take her hard.

He moved behind her again, sliding his hand down and sinking his middle two fingers inside her. “Yeah, you’re wet and ready for me.”

He replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, and he felt enormous, like there was no way he would fit easily, not at this angle. Distressed, Regina made a small noise and wriggled, making the clamps on her nipples tug painfully.

He grabbed her, digging his fingers into her hips, and forced his way inside by slow inches, stretching and filling her until she sobbed.

“Oh, yeah,” he growled once he was all the way inside. “Now, I’m going to take you hard and I want you to come again. Can you do that for me?”

The tension was already rising in her with the feel of the hot throbbing dick between her legs, the tight pinch of the clamps on her tender breasts, amplified by the movement of his hips. This was going to hurt and be the most amazing climax she’d ever experienced at the same time.

“Yes, please. Yes.”

“Thank God,” he groaned and began thrusting, using his grip on her hips and the swing of the chain above to move her on and off his cock.

“Fuck yeah. Oh, fuck,” he growled, giving it to her, occasionally stopping the rhythmic motion to grind her deeply against him, and then he’d pull out of her again, and she would be empty for one long breath, and then he was taking her again. Regina began to lose all sense of anything except the thick piercing length of him moving over her, inside her, until everything in her was screaming to come,
Come now!

She did, writhing as if she’d just had a seizure, coming and squeezing his cock until he shouted and came as well, holding her hips to him in spasmodic jerks.

For a few minutes, Regina thought she was going to faint. She was sweaty, aching, and trembling in every limb.

With a groan, he pulled out of her gently. “That was fucking amazing,” he managed, and immediately began unbuckling her.

Moments later, he was lowering the swing and releasing her arms, holding her and rubbing them briskly. “The feeling will come back in a second.”

He removed the clamps from her nipples, which hurt worse than when he’d put them on, and tossed them aside.

The blindfold was the last thing to be removed.

He met her eyes, and his face was filled with such tenderness that she couldn’t breathe. “You’re lots of fun, you know that?”

Regina had never been told that in her life, but she felt fun with him. She felt very different from the coldly determined student and sister that she’d been since her father had disappeared.

“You, too,” she agreed, and he hugged her, his arms tightening around her as if someone were trying to pull her away.

MILTON WOKE UP EARLY,
but he knew as soon as he opened his eyes that something was different. Glancing to his left, he saw the dark hair of Regina Burke sprawled over the pillow next to him. She was sleeping on her stomach, her left arm thrown over the top of his chest. Lifting her fingers to his lips, he kissed them gently and eased his way out of bed, heading for the shower. He’d promised Roland he would come in early, so last night before they’d gone to sleep, he’d asked her if she’d mind if Shane took her back to her apartment this morning without him.

“You’re still coming to the hospital today?” she’d asked.

“Of course,” he’d agreed. He didn’t usually come in on Thursdays, but for the benefit the kids would need the extra practice time. He’d have to call Blake as well, see if she could come and help with the kids and the planning. He didn’t think Nick would be there today, not with everything going on at work.

He was looking forward to it. Even with all the additional staff that could potentially show up, he liked working with the kids, teaching them magic, distracting them from the very real misery they lived with every day. Donating millions of dollars didn’t feel as satisfying as helping them cope the way he had, one on one.

Turning on the shower, he stepped under the jets and let the massage setting pound out the aches he’d earned during the past two nights’ adventures and yesterday morning’s workout.

He wondered if she’d come home with him tonight. He wanted her to, but he’d understand if she didn’t. She was independent, used to being on her own. He didn’t want to seem like a clingy freak or a sex-obsessed lunatic. But he was. He admitted it. She was likely aware of it.

He scrubbed himself, thinking about the previous evening. It had been a risk, bringing out the sex swing, but he’d thought she’d enjoy it. He knew he had. There was another position he wanted to try, this one on her back with her ankles secured a good distance apart. He’d teach her how to escape it, but he’d fuck her in the process.

Several minutes later, he stepped out of the shower and onto the bath mat. He wrapped a towel from the rack around his waist and walked back toward his sink. He felt the day’s growth of beard on his face. He hated shaving and probably wouldn’t bother today, but he’d noticed the redness he’d left behind on Regina’s skin last night.

She came over to stand in front of the sink next to him.

“I like it,” she said, looking at his beard in the mirror.

“Good morning.” He looked down at her, at her dark eyes behind her glasses, her hair already pulled back in a loose knot. She was still wearing his T-shirt, but she’d taken off the flannel pants.

He looked at her legs. He didn’t think he’d properly appreciated just how beautifully toned and slender they were. They weren’t long, but they were the legs of a dedicated biker and runner. He wanted them wrapped around his waist.

His dick swelled beneath the towel he was wearing.

“Good morning,” she said pleasantly, looking him over as well. He knew she saw the distinct bulge his package made against the towel.

“It’s not even five. Don’t you want to sleep a little more?”

“Now why would I want to sleep”—she stepped close to him, sliding her hand beneath the towel to cup his balls gently—“when I can have this?”

Milton parted his legs a little. “You can keep doing that. I might take you to work with me and stash you under my desk.”

“Wouldn’t that be great? I could make my rounds at the hospital and come back to my office, sit down, and have you under the desk, ready to service me.”

“Only if you wear skirts instead of scrubs,” he managed. She was stroking his cock now. Up and down. Up and down.
Sweet holy . . .

“Don’t get technical,” she ordered. “This is my fantasy.”

No, this was his fantasy. Here was a successful, intelligent, beautiful woman who didn’t care about his money, but seemed to love his dick.

“Come here.” He lifted her under her armpits and set her in the middle of the sink.

She gasped. “Cold.”

He spread her legs with his hands and then pulled her to the edge of the sink. With two fingers, he speared the soft, wet core of her.

“You’re ready,” he growled, his voice guttural. “As ready as you are when I’m sucking on your tits.”

“I woke up horny thinking about last night. Normally I’d grab my vibrator, but I heard you in the shower.”

“Mmmm. You’ll have to bring the vibrator next time. I’d like to use it on you.” He rubbed slow circles over her clit with his thumb, making it swell. He wanted to feel that ripening bud in his mouth, wanted to nibble her, just hard enough to make her scream, but she was already spread, her arms braced on the counter, and he didn’t have to wear a condom anymore. Remembering how good it had felt to take her last night, he drew back, and replaced his fingers with his cock, stroking the head over her clit roughly before fitting himself to her entrance.

He shoved his way in forcefully, knowing she liked it a little rough. Her sharp cry of pleasure echoed through the bathroom.

Lifting her left leg up and over his right hip, he angled his hips deeper and plunged into her, hard and fast, making her feel every inch of the erection she’d teased out of him.

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked her.

“Yes,” she gasped. “Oh, keep doing it. Keep fucking me.”

He did, gripping her tightly, rocking her against him as he half climbed the counter trying to get deeper, faster, harder. Fuck. Fuck. She screamed and bit down on his shoulder, her body tensing and squeezing him rhythmically.

He wanted to make it last, but it felt too damn good, the hot slick core of her squeezing like a fist as he continued to work his way in and out.
Oh, God. Fuck yeeeesss.
He squeezed her ass tightly as the spasms took him.

When he could relax slightly, he realized that they were half on and half off the counter and he was squeezing her ass hard enough to leave bruises. He released her immediately.

“Shit. I’m sorry.”

She straightened on the counter. “Why?”

“I think I left bruises on your ass.”

She gestured to his shoulder.

He looked down and saw that she’d bitten him hard enough to leave an imprint of her teeth. He grinned at her. “You’re just lucky I don’t plan to walk around with my shirt off, pointing at that and saying, ‘See, that’s my girl.’ ”

Her face sort of froze, her eyes wide.

Milton thought over what he’d just said. He’d called her his girl. She
was
his girl, damn it, whether she wanted to admit it yet or not.

“Well, I better get going.” He ducked into his closet so she couldn’t see his face.

He heard her jump down from the counter and then the sound of water running.

“So, what are your plans this morning?” He didn’t like the quiet. It made him want to hunt around for something to light on fire or make disappear. “Shane’s going to be here at six to pick you up unless you’ve changed your mind.”

“No, that’s still the plan. I was thinking I’d go running, though, maybe pick up some breakfast before he got here.”

Damn. That sounded fun to him. Not necessarily the running part. No, the running with her and then getting breakfast part. That sounded really nice.

“There’s a small bakery two blocks to the south,” he suggested. “They have these chocolate chip zucchini muffins that will make you cry they’re so good.”

She laughed, sounding a little more like herself, like she’d forgotten what he’d said a few minutes earlier. “Sounds like my kind of run. Short, and it ends in a muffin.”

“Mine, too. I don’t see how you’re even awake after all that wine last night.” He stepped back into the bathroom. She was brushing her teeth, her hair pulled back in a ponytail.

She held up a finger and finished brushing her teeth. “I never get hangovers.”

“Must be nice.”

She shrugged. “I don’t drink that often, but when I do I’m usually fine the next day.”

“Clean living.”

She rolled her eyes. “I don’t know about that.” She disappeared into his bedroom. He was left to brush his own teeth and consider the prospect of shaving again. She’d said she liked it scruffy.

With a mental shrug, he brushed his teeth and threw on his suit jacket. When he walked into the bedroom, she was sliding on some tight running pants. He admired the view, wishing more than ever that he could stay, and picked up his watch from the dresser. His hat and coat and scarf were downstairs.

She drew a shirt on over her head, and he hesitated. He wanted to . . . do something. Hug her? Tell her to have a good day?

With a self-conscious chuckle, he pulled a fleece ear cover out of his sock drawer. He wore it when he ran or rode his bike, otherwise the tips of his ears froze.

She glanced at him, her expression curious.

He held out his hands, showing her they were empty, and took several steps closer, until he was close enough to hug her if he wanted to.

He let his wrists drop, so that his palms were facing the ground. “Tap my hands three times.”

She looked suspicious, but she did it, and he made the ear cover appear to drop from nowhere. He caught it and handed it to her.

“To keep your ears warm.”

She took it, a strange expression on her face. Almost pleased, almost shy, like she didn’t know quite what to say.