The NSC Boxset: Heart of Stone (161 page)

Oh my God, I was in heaven.

“I’m not going to punish you for coming without my permission this time, Willow” I told her and she gulped.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Withdraw, Willow” I said softly.

She relaxed immediately and sat back on her heels and lifted her bewildered face up to me. “I . . . I . . .”

I placed a finger against her lips and shushed her. “Actually it’s me who should be apologising, Red. I took advantage of you and I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry, but you looked so fucking beautiful, sat waiting patiently for my control, that I . . . well I should have disciplined myself.”

She gave me a frown before her eyes lit up and she smiled. “Not at all, Sir, it was quite . . . enjoyable. I haven’t submitted for years and I didn’t realise how much it was ingrained into me. I missed it.”

Well this was a turn up and I had to restrain myself from pumping the air with my fist at her words.

Chapter 7

Layla

I SMILED SOFTLY at Lucas and then the image of Diablo bore through my brain and my breathing stunted as a body shiver worked its way through me.

I grabbed my clothes off the floor and Lucas gave me a stern frown.

“Stay for a while, Red. I’ll cook” he said as he watched me pull my jumper back on.

Lucas held a hand up to me. “Wait” he ordered softly before he pulled a few tissues from a box on his black chic table and turned me around so my back was to him.

He wiped gently at his own cum on my back, his hand softly swiping back and forth and I closed my eyes when his hand dropped to my bottom.

I swallowed as desire coursed through me again and I grit my teeth, trying to hold back a moan.

“You have the finest arse I’ve ever seen, Red. Just perfect and soft. I wonder what the redness of my hand print would look like against your pale skin.” Lucas whispered against me as he bent and placed a soft kiss on my flesh.

The forbidden moan rushed up my throat and out of my mouth, and before I knew what was happening, Lucas had spun me round, gripped my hair and was kissing me with an urgent passion.

My hands slipped into his soft hair and I kissed him back with equal hunger as his lips dominated me as much as he had. A low moan rumbled in his chest and his hand palmed the nape of my neck before he pulled me further into him.

He walked us backwards until I felt the sofa at the back of my knees and I dropped onto it, pulling him on top of me.

His mouth was now torturing a trail across my jaw as his tongue dipped out for a sample. “Fuck, Red, you taste amazing.”

I dropped my head back against the sofa as short sharp gusts of air left my mouth.

His lips had a mind of their own and they were soon pulling in one of my nipples as Lucas pulled my jumper back over my head. “Stunning tits, Red. I have wanted to suck on these perfect nipples since I saw you bare them to me at the club.”

My God, why didn’t he shut up and take me?

I moaned a response as his teeth grazed light over my pert peaks and I wound my legs around his hips and held him close. He didn’t seem to mind as he kneeled on the floor before me and took the distance over my stomach with his mouth.

He looked up at me as he reached my mound and gave me a wicked curve of his lips as he palmed my thighs and pulled them open.

“Fuck, yes. So fucking pretty; blonde and utterly flawless” he breathed before he ran his tongue over his bottom lip. The move reminded me of a wolf in the moments before it devoured its prey.

“You want my mouth on you, Red? You want me to blow your fucking mind to pieces?”

I whimpered and lifted my hips slightly as I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him onto me.

He growled carnally then kept his word and blew my fucking mind.

His experience and eagerness were not lost as he continued to take me higher and higher but each time I could feel the roll begin he moved from my clit and fucked my pussy with his tongue. “Lucas, please . . . I need to . . . Oh Goddd. . . .”

I exploded all over him as he dipped his thumb into me then slid it round and pushed it into my anus whilst his teeth whispered over my inflamed clit.

“Holy fuck and Hell” I screamed as he bit my heavy labia gently and continued to work his thumb, twisting it around inside my bottom and I came again. Just like that, second time around and it was just as explosive as the first.

“Shit, Red. I need to fuck you.”

I looked down at him through heavy eyelids and bit my lower lip, “I need it hard, Lucas.”

His eyes darkened to black pits as he yanked his jeans off and rolled on a condom from his pocket. He gripped my wrists and held my hands over my head and then pulled me to the edge of the sofa and thrust in deep.

“Jesus Fuckkkkk” he snarled.

“Oh fuck, yes.” I groaned along with him.

His hands released my wrists and grabbed my hips as he pummelled me into complete and utter nirvana. My lust surged and I sat up and swung my legs around his hips as he pulled me down onto him with a deep hard drive.

We both moaned loudly and then I moved on him, working us both towards ecstasy as he yanked me down forcefully onto each of his deep upward thrusts.

“Fuck, Red, never . . . shit baby, you need to come quick . . .” he muttered as he banged me harder.

His teeth sank into the side of my breast and I shouted out loudly as I came hard and ferociously over him.

“Thank fuck” he growled as he jerked inside me and filled the condom to the max as he bared his teeth and flung his head back, pulling me down onto him as far as he could go inside me.

We both puffed and panted for a long while, my head rested on his shoulder as his own rested against mine.

“Sweet Jesus. Not had vanilla in a while but that was . . . Christ that was fucking fantastic, Red.”

“I haven’t had any sex in a while and Christ, that was excellent, Lucas” I retorted cheekily.

He lifted his head and smiled widely at me.

Bloody hell, he was extremely handsome when he smiled like that, and I frowned at my reaction to him.

I lifted myself off him as I pinched the base of his cock to keep the condom in place, then I picked up my clothes and attempted to actually put them all on this time.

I smiled at Lucas as I slipped into my shoes. “I guess I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

He frowned deeply as he rolled off the condom and then reared back a little and regarded me, as I pulled out my phone and dialled the local taxi service.

“Whoa, Red. You fuck me then fuck off?”

He seemed a little pissed off and my eyes widened at him. “Well . . . isn’t that how fucking usually works?”

He barked out a humourless laugh and then seemed to argue with himself as many expressions filtered through his face, but eventually he shrugged and nodded in surrender “Yeah.”

I laughed and shook my head in bewilderment before I leant into him and kissed his cheek “Thank you, it was . . . great.”

He barked out a humour filled laugh this time. “Yeah Red, great.”

I winked and walked the length of his huge apartment to the main doors. “6 O’clock, Red” He shouted after me.

“I’ll be there with coffee, Mr Hunt.”

* * *

I practically ran from the taxi into my flat and locked the door quickly behind me and proceeded to turn on each and every light in the place as I went through it meticulously, opening every cupboard and door in the whole place.

I swore when I realised Sara wasn’t home and I rang her mobile to find out where she was. “Hey, babe” she answered.

“Sara where are you, love?”

“Rob’s Lay, why? You okay?”

“No,” I answered quickly. “He’s fucking here, Sara. He’s found me” I stuttered out.

I heard her sharp inhalation and then whisper something to Rob. “I’m on my way home babe. Ten minutes” she soothed and I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank you.”

“No problem, babe. Hang tight.”

I made my hot chocolate and curled up in the window to watch for Sara. My only consolation was that I didn’t think he knew where I lived. If he knew that, then last night he wouldn’t have just stood outside, he’d have battered the bloody door down.

“You have been really fucking bad this time, Kayla. You’re punishment is going to be extremely severe!”

I closed my eyes against his sinister voice in my head and then shivered violently as his last punishment filtered through my already terrified brain.

How the hell had he found me after all this time?

It didn’t make sense.

“Lay?” Sara shouted through the flat as she came barrelling in, “Fuck, babe.”

She huddled me up and held me tight to her, as if she could protect me from the world; and knowing Sara, she would definitely try for me.

“How do you know he’s back?” she asked as she pulled away and swept her eyes over my body as if to check for any injuries.

I sighed and looked at her as my eyes welled “He . . . he was in the club.”

“Shit!” she cursed and I nodded.

“William was supposed to increase my security but he must’ve . . . snuck in somehow, it was open night after all.”

“Did he say anything to you?”

I laughed slightly manically. “Oh, yeah. He said I was gonna be severely punished.”

She closed her eyes in distress and took a large breath as she raked her hands through her hair. “Shit, Lay.”

“Something really strange happened though” I told her quietly, still trying to get my head around it myself.

She looked at me expectantly and a small smile crept up my lips as I remembered the after effects of Diablo’s appearance.

“Hunter subjugated me.”

She took a small step back and pierced me with her wide eyes as her lips parted to take a breath. “Hottie Hunter from the club?”

I smirked and nodded “Turns out he’s my boss at NSC too.”

She scowled at me “You lucky fucking bitch.”

I winked as I stood up and swung my hips at her as I went to rinse my mug. “Well?” she asked from behind me.

I smirked to myself as her hunger for details permeated the air.

“Fucking epic.”

She gasped and came to stand beside me, resting her hip against the worktop as she glared at me and nudged me with her elbow. “That’s it? That’s all I get?” she scowled.

“Well, let’s just say, he’s a professional Dom. Knows each and every fucking command like a pro.”

She groaned in jealousy and held her hand dramatically to her chest. “How come you get the serious shit all the time, when I get . . . I get . . . Rob!”

I snorted and shook my head in humour, “Yeah . . . Rob.”

She snorted with me and then we both burst out laughing. “Does he seriously lead cos’ I just can’t see it in him?” I asked sceptically.

She shrugged as she filled the kettle for tea and sighed heavily. “He’s . . . good, you know okay for a fill in but I just can’t seem to find any Dom’s that appeal to me at the mo; apart from Hunter, you bitch, so Rob does” she answered honestly.

“Rob . . . does?” I echoed with pessimism.

She slapped my arm lightly and scowled at me “It’s okay for you. The good ones always seem to hunt you down.”

“Oh yeah, I get all the good ones. Even the ones that chain me to a wall for five days and let different men fuck me for a punishment!” I hissed.

She cringed and looked at me apologetically “Shit, Lay. My mouths bigger than my brain, I didn’t mean . . .”

I side hugged her and shook my head in forgiveness “No love, it’s me. I’m a tad sensitive tonight.”

She frowned as she passed me my tea and I blew over the rim before taking a sip.

“You have every right to be sensitive babe, but I would’ve thought after being hunted by The Hunter, you’d be passed out, sated and sore in lots of delicious places” she winked mischievously.

I took a deep breath and scrunched up my nose “It’s a bit of a bugger though, love. I work for him, he’s an arrogant arse and I’m really not sure if I want another master at this point in my life.”

She raised her eyebrows in incredulity “But he fucks well?”

A smirk lifted the corners of my lips “Oh, he fucks extremely well.”

Chapter 8

Lucas

I ARRIVED AT work at 5:45, determined to beat Red in, and I was slightly annoyed to find she was already in, brewing my morning coffee and arranging some long large white lily’s into a bright red glass vase.

“Efficient” I stated bluntly as I came up behind her.

She shot into the air, her red curls bobbing wildly on her head as she spun round with a glare, “Shit, Mr Hunt. Please don’t do that again. I’m really not good with shocks.”

I frowned at her pale white face, she really did have a problem with frights and I smiled softly at her as my eyes skimmed over her pretty floral wrap dress and knee high cream boots.

Christ, the boots had me imagining all sorts of erotica and I cleared my throat and raised my eyes back to hers. “I’ll have to remember that, Red.”

She swallowed heavily as I took a step towards her and her plump lips parted slightly as she sucked in a delicate gasp of air.

I could see the throb of her pulse on the side of her neck but the expression on her face halted my move towards her.

“Mr Hunt,” she started as she straightened her shoulders in a confident manner, “I . . . we shouldn’t have done what we did yesterday and I’m very sorry that I lost . . . work etiquette, and I need to let you know that it definitely won’t happen again.”

Her eyes dropped to the floor as she reached the end of her statement and I pursed my lips in irritation and anger.

I had been hoping for a swift, sharp shag over the desk this morning, her pretty little ass in my palms as I drove deep into her warmth and sank my teeth into the softness of her delicious neck.

Fuck!

“That’s fine, Red. You are absolutely right. You work for me, you don’t perform for me. We both got off on it but . . . well, it was nothing special, so we both need to move on.”

What the hell, Lucas? You piece of fucking shit! It had been fucking amazing, utterly bloody brilliant and the best you’ve ever had, so why the hell did you say that to her?

Red blinked rapidly and I could see her push the hurt down her throat and swallow it swiftly before she forced out a trembling smile and nodded. “I’ll make a start then.”