A Dom Is Forever (16 page)

And that wouldn’t do. One little pull of his hand and the skirt was bunched around her waist.

Avery shrieked a little, but he kept her where he wanted her. “Lee, you don’t understand. I’m…I’m going to ruin your pants. God, I need to go clean up.”

“Oh, is my baby’s little pussy finally getting wet?” He put his hand on her knee.

She tried to cross her legs. “Yes, and it’s a lot. It feels very messy.”

He could smell her now. Bending over and presenting her ass had done something for her. So had dirty talk. Yeah, he could talk dirty. “Messy is good. I want that pussy dirty and ripe when I start to eat it.”

Her skin turned the prettiest shade of pink. “How can you just talk like that?”

“Like what?” He cupped her knees. “Stop shutting me out. Start talking to me.”

She relaxed a little, her knees falling apart and giving him access. “It’s the dirty talk. No one’s ever talked to me that way.”

“And you don’t like it?” His hand crept up, and he wondered if she would lie to him. She obviously liked it. He could feel the heat of her pussy. Her pretty eyes dilated when he started spouting a little sweet filth.

“I like it. I wouldn’t have said I would. I don’t like to hear a lot of cursing, but when you say it, it sounds different.”

“Because we’re in a safe place. Baby, there’s a huge difference between some construction worker yelling out about how nice your tits look and me telling you how I want to get my mouth on those same gorgeous tits and never leave them. There’s no disrespect in me telling you just how much I want to fuck your little pussy.”

“I don’t know why.”

He didn’t pretend to misunderstand her. He knew damn well what she was talking about. “We have to work on your self-esteem, baby. I want to fuck you because you make my cock hard. I want to fuck you because I’m pretty sure you’re going to be the sweetest fuck I’ve ever had. You’re going to be like sugar on my cock. I’ll be addicted to that little bit of sunshine after a while and no other pussy will do. But this is where I play the Dom card, Avery. I’m trying to go slow with that, but if you start in on yourself again, I will spank you. I hear one more word out of your mouth about how this body isn’t sexy and you’ll place yourself over my lap and take twenty. Do you understand?”

She shoved her head into his shoulder with a little cry. Her body shook.

He’d scared the hell out of her. His heart threatened to crack. He’d fucked up again. He’d misjudged her. He’d been so certain of her natural submissiveness, but what if she couldn’t handle it? He should have played this vanilla. He’d taken the chance because he wanted her so fucking badly. Liam, not Lee. Not some fucking construct he’d come up with for his undercover work, but Liam, the screwed-up man he was needed her on a level he’d never known existed.

And now she would kick him out for being a brutal bastard.

Her face came up and instead of tears, he saw laughter and a pretty pink flush. She was laughing, her lips curling up in the sweetest smile. “Lee, you’re making me crazy. I think I’m a freak because that getting wet thing happened again when you started talking about spanking me.”

Her laugh filled the air for the first time all night, and it looked like she was having some fun. Fun with herself. Fun with him.

“Spanking can be very erotic,” he said, tightening his hands on her, pulling her back in. “It can also hurt like hell.”

Her voice was deeper, more intimate than before. Her eyes came up, questioning him. “How would you know?”

It was time for some real honesty. He felt himself smile as he stared down at her. It felt so fucking right to have her in his lap. Like she belonged there. “I told you, baby. I’m trained. You don’t get trained at Club Sanctum without trying everything out. How can I know how to spank a partner if I haven’t been spanked myself?”

She cuddled up against him. “I wish I’d been there to see that. I‘m trying to imagine you lying over someone’s lap. I’m glad you tried it. It doesn’t seem fair that you would just get to make all the rules and hand out all the discipline if you didn’t know what it felt like.”

She’d relaxed a little, but her legs had come together again and he wasn’t having that. “Keep your legs spread, Avery. I want access to your pussy. While we’re playing together, your pussy belongs to me.”

Her face tightened, but she spread her legs. “Why do you call it play?”

“It’s what we call intimate scenes. I’m not a Dom twenty-four seven. Some
Doms
are, but I want a partner, not a slave. I want to be in charge of sex, and I want any woman I’m deeply involved with to come to me when there’s trouble. Do you understand?”

That was important. It was part of his cover. He needed to become her lover so when the shit hit the fan, and it would, she would turn to him and let him take care of her. He needed her to not hesitate. He needed her to turn to him, to trust him.

She didn’t even know his name. She had never heard his real voice.

A bright smile crossed her face. “I do understand, but you should know I lead a very boring life. I don’t know how much you’re going to have to save me. Nothing ever happens to me.” She frowned. “Except for car accidents. I probably shouldn’t drive.” She gasped a little, one hand covering her mouth. “I can’t believe I just joked about that.”

He wasn’t supposed to know what a breakthrough that was, but he felt it. She’d likely never joked about it before, but she had with him. She’d felt safe enough to joke with him about the worst thing that had ever happened to her. A deep affection curled in his gut. She was so sweet, and she trusted him. She shouldn’t. He was a bastard who was lying to her every moment they were together, but she trusted him and that meant something to Liam.

“How about I promise to drive?” His hand was on her upper thigh, just inches from that pussy. He could feel her heat. It nearly singed his fingers. “I think you’ll find I’m quite good at being in the driver’s seat.”

“I’m a little scared.” She stared up at him, honest desire nearly ripping him up.

He had to get control of himself. “There’s no reason. Let me take care of you. Let me take control. I promise I won’t steer you wrong.”

“You really want me? You’re being honest?”

He was lying through his teeth about everything but the part where he wanted her. He wanted her like he wanted his next fucking breath. He fucking needed her. “I am. I won’t lie to you, baby.”

He would lie to her every day of their relationship because it was the only way to protect her. He would tell her what she needed to hear. He would tell her he was a man who could love her with an open heart.

She never needed to know that he didn’t have a fucking heart.

He pressed his lips to hers, savoring just how good she felt. “Let me have you.”

She never needed to know how he really viewed her. How Liam and not Lee viewed her. Liam viewed her as payment. Her sweetness, her innocent caring, was payment for every inch of pain he’d endured. He had sacrificed, and she was his reward.

His prize was a few days, a week at most, where he got to love her, to sink himself deep inside her innocence and pretend he was worthy.

“Let me have you, baby,” he whispered against her lips.

Her arms drifted up, surrounding his neck. “Yes.”

Liam took her lips and claimed his prize.

Avery was in a slow descent to madness. Lee kept kissing her, his hands so close to the center of her body. She’d never thought of her vagina as her core, but it was blatantly obvious now that it was the place from which all feeling ran.

Her pussy, god she was thinking of it as her pussy, was wet. Ripe. Ready. She’d never wanted the way she did now. She’d never really understood what the word want meant until she’d sat down on Lee Donnelly’s lap and spread her legs.

“I want to touch you. Tell me your pussy belongs to me tonight.”

His voice somehow had a straight line to her pelvis. What was that fluttery feeling she kept getting? She should be more cautious, but every damn word he said made sense to her. Honesty. Communication. Trust. All words that made her feel safe.

Her pussy had never really belonged to anyone. She hadn’t really cared about it. It hadn’t been a part of her body that mattered. Her legs had been the center of her world, but her girl parts had been fairly useless.

Until his hands had skimmed along her skin. Every inch of flesh lit up under his fingers. What had he asked? Her brain felt like mush. Her pussy belonged to him? “Yes.”

It was easy since no one else had ever really wanted her pussy. It had been hers for years by rights of being on her body, but she hadn’t done anything interesting with it. She hadn’t thought about it. Lee brought it out in her so it was easy to answer him.

The air in her lungs fled as his fingers invaded. He split her labia, his fingers pressing her pussy wide and swirling all around. He pinched at her clitoris making her squirm and want more.

“Tell me what you like,” he demanded.

He didn’t ask. He commanded and it did something for her. He wanted to talk. He wanted to know what got her hot. How did she tell him that what got her really hot was him? All he had to do was walk into a room and her temperature rose, her interest flared.

“I love it when you kiss me.” She adored the way his mouth moved on hers. Kissing before had been sloppy and something to endure to get to the part where she was held. He’d been right about that. All she’d wanted at the beginning was for him to hold her, but that was changing. Her legs were splayed, and it felt good. His fingers played in her pussy, and she wanted more.

He didn’t move his hand. It stayed right on her pussy, but his lips descended, covering her own. His tongue gently played at her lower lip, and she opened her mouth, willing him to come inside. She’d never been kissed the way Lee kissed her. When she’d been kissed before it had been messy and awkward, but Lee inhaled her. He made her feel like she was a delicious treat to be savored.

He made her feel sexy.

His fingers, so gentle before, became firmer, more forceful as he stroked her pussy. He split her labial lips and dipped inside.

“That’s where my cock wants to be, love. It wants to be right there on the precipice, waiting to delve inside.” He stroked around her entry, making long, slow circles, drawing out her arousal. “Can you feel it?”

She gasped as a single finger stroked inside. She’d had actual real sex but nothing so erotic. Lee had been right. She’d used sex in an attempt to gain love and affection, but now what she really wanted was sex. Dirty. Nasty. Filthy sex.

She wanted to ride that finger and see where it took her. Her hips seemed to move of their own accord as though they were magnetically attracted to his hand.

“Who’s in charge of this?” Lee asked, his mouth against her ear. Warm breath covered her skin, making her shiver and want more.

She didn’t even think. Her whole brain was focused and centered on that finger. He’d put the image in her mind. His cock. Hard male flesh. His finger massaged all around her pussy, but she wanted more. She needed to get it inside. “You are. You’re in charge.”

The words pushed out, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was getting that finger deep inside and finally knowing what all the fuss was about. She’d read novels and seen movies where sex seemed to be the end all be all of existence, but she’d never had a glimmer of understanding until now. She pushed her hips down, trying to trap him, to force him to shove his finger deep.

She nearly cried out when he withdrew that finger completely.

“I’m glad you agree, love. Now hop up and take off the rest of your clothes. I want to see you.”

She blinked a couple of times before she processed what he was saying. “But I was so close.”

A sexy little smile curled his lips up. “No you weren’t, but you will be. Avery, trust me. I’ll give you what you need. Now give me what I need. I need to see you.”

He wasn’t seeing enough of her? Her pussy was out for him to see. Why did he have to push it? Most men would have just shoved her skirt up and had their way with her, but no, Lee Donnelly had to make a huge production number out of it.

Because it was important. Because sex should have meaning beyond having an orgasm and falling asleep. Because he took it seriously.

She finally figured it out. Yes, he was looking for pleasure, but beyond that he was looking for something more. He was looking for a connection. He was looking for trust and honesty, and she wanted all those things, too. This whole night could have been a forgettable and likely regrettable fling, but Lee seemed intent on teaching her something. That she mattered. That what she wanted mattered, and she shouldn’t accept less so she had to take what he wanted just as seriously.

“Talk to me, Avery.” Serious green eyes pinned her. He wouldn’t let her get away with anything, and that suddenly seemed sexy to her.

“I’m afraid when I take my clothes off that you won’t want me anymore.”

He groaned and put his forehead to hers. “Damn it, baby. We have a lot of work to do. You were in an accident, and you’re worried I won’t like the scars, right?”

“Yes, though they mostly faded. I’m also worried about how big I am. I’m not pencil thin, and my breasts sag. I have stretch marks.” She hadn’t really thought about those. They told a story, those stretch marks and the way her breasts hung, and he wouldn’t be able to avoid the C-section scar that split her body in a curve above her pelvic bone. Would he ask? Would he know what it meant? Would it mean a thing if she didn’t tell him? “I had a baby when I was eighteen.”

She hadn’t told anyone about
Maddie
. Thomas had only found out because he’d run a background check on her before she was hired. She’d kept that part of her life utterly secret, but sitting on his lap with her body warm and his arms around her, it seemed wrong to withhold it. That was what she was doing, she suddenly realized. She was withholding. She was using the knowledge like a wall to keep herself safe. No one had to know the real Avery Charles and then no one could really hurt her, but suddenly it also seemed like no one could really connect with her, either. No one could love her.