Darkest Ecstasy (9 page)

He touched her again, parted her puffy outer lips to expose her slick tissues. Coated with her juices, they called to him. He licked his lips, saliva filling his mouth at the sight of such sweet temptation.

He hadn't expected her to be like this, so open and willing. While a tie around her wrists was a far cry from the kind of bondage he usually enjoyed, it was enough to satisfy his need to dominate. She was a natural submissive, unaware of it yet, but fully capable of being the kind of partner he craved most.

Her tissues were flushed a deep pink and dripping with her juices. They unfurled for him as he touched them, like petals of a flower, opening, welcoming his exploration. Dipping his head lower, he took his first taste.

Heaven.

Sweet.

Intoxicating.

Her stomach clenched at his brief touch, and she moaned, the sound like a siren's call. There was no denying himself, like he'd initially planned. He wouldn't just play a little, bring her to a climax, and then send her home. He had to have her, had to know how those tight tissues would envelop his cock as it thrust deep inside. Had to feel her thighs wrapped around his waist, the screams of her orgasm echoing in his ears.

Dammit, he'd tried to be good. He knew she didn't take casual lovers. That was all they could be, especially now. She could not be his wife, though she was certainly attractive enough. She was . . . too delicate. Too sensitive. Between the pressures of his life, and the darker urges compelling him back to the dungeons, he would destroy her if he took her as his wife. No, he needed a woman who would handle the many moves, the occasional dangers, and his constant searching for his next submissive without breaking down.

His cock was hard, painfully pressing against his pants. His balls ached. It was excruciating. But in the end, the pain would be worth it, when they were both soaring high, together, lost in rapture.

And then he would make sure she would never see him again. Even if it meant moving his office to another building.

He was hoping he wouldn't have to go that far.

All of that trouble for a fuck.

But a good fuck. He could tell already. A great fuck.

He worked his tongue over her clit, and she squirmed so prettily. Her thigh muscles and calves clenched, the sinewy lines sculpted. This was a body made for play. In his mind's eye, he could see her bound, arms and legs spread, skin gleaming, muscles taut. Oh yes, if only he'd been able to take her to the club. He could have had a lot of fun with her there.

He drank in her flavor, relishing every nuance. She tasted like no other woman, and he couldn't get enough. He pushed his tongue deeper, plunging it into her opening, where her flavor was its strongest. Still he wasn't satisfied. He couldn't get enough.

And his cock. Damn, he'd probably have a red indentation from the zipper. He was hot, sweat beading on his forehead and along his hairline. His chest felt tight.

It was time to get rid of his clothes. All of them.

Unable to break away from the succulent temptation spread out before him, he kept licking her pussy while he pushed and pulled and tugged and yanked until all of his clothes were gone and he was free.

Ah, what a relief. And yet also torture.

While he continued to lap at Michelle's damp pussy, she squirmed and pleaded and whimpered. He had taken a lot of submissives into his playroom but never had one tempted him as much as this one. She responded to his every touch. And that response was so powerful, he almost lost control. To ease his own suffering, he had to stroke himself. Slow pumps up and down the full length of his cock eased the suffering somewhat. But he knew it wouldn't be enough. The heat pounding through his body told him that.

He was going to force himself to wait, even if it killed him. Not only did he deserve to enjoy every moment of this encounter, but so did the sweet, innocent little submissive writhing on his desk.

O
h God. Ohgodohgodohgod. Michelle was in hell. She was in heaven. She was . . . ohgod.

Her last boyfriend had known a thing or two about how to kiss a woman
down there
. But this guy . . . what he could do with his tongue should be illegal.

She was hot. Everywhere. Tight. Everywhere. On the verge of release. Trembling. Sweating. Heart pounding. Breathless.

But he wouldn't let her climax. It was as if he could feel her body preparing, could feel that rush of erotic heat pulsing through her center. Every time she reached that pinnacle, he paused. Just long enough for her body to recover a tiny bit.

And then he built up the heat again. Over. And over. She was both energized and exhausted. A part of her wanted to finally be allowed to come. Another wanted this to last forever.

His tongue began dancing over her clit again, and she felt the tendrils of desire coiling through her once again. Surely he would have mercy on her this time. He wouldn't make her suffer anymore.

Tears were streaming down her face, but it wasn't because she was sad. She didn't really know why they were coming, fast and hard. Perhaps she was overwhelmed by emotion. Perhaps she was happy beyond realization.

“I didn't want to . . . I didn't plan . . .” He was muttering, his voice so deep she couldn't make out every word.

But she didn't care. All she knew was that he had stopped again. But this time he was holding her hips and pulling her. She slid until her bottom was at the edge of the desk.

Oh, could that mean he was about to plunge that enormous cock inside her at last?
Pleasepleaseplease
.

He pushed her legs back, forcing them wider. She loved how that felt, how he controlled her body, possessed it. His every touch and stroke was masterful.

His plump, swollen member nudged at her opening, and she reflexively tightened the muscles. He pushed harder, against her body's natural resistance. Her body ignited when he slipped inside. She cried out, relieved to have something big and hard in there at last. Before the sound faded, he slammed his hips forward and buried himself to the base.

The sudden invasion took her breath away.

 

So tight. So wet. Utter perfection.

He never did this. Never. He never fucked them without protection. Not the first time. Not with any submissive. But he couldn't deny himself. He'd tried.

He wasn't sorry. Not yet. That would come later. For now, he couldn't help just enjoying what Michelle had so freely offered. Oh God, this was agony.

After the initial thrust, all he wanted to do was drill her hard, possess her with all the wild fury of a beast. His blood was searing his insides, his heart pounding so hard his chest ached. But he forced himself to withdraw slowly, a fraction of an inch at a time. For his effort he was rewarded with pure ecstasy.

This was insanity, how great it felt to fuck this woman. He'd had sex with countless women before. Never had it come even close to this kind of pleasure. And this was only the beginning. The first time. The first stroke. If it got any better, he might die from the pleasure.

It took every bit of willpower he possessed to reenter her with the same patience as he had withdrawn. But oh, was it worth it. Especially when her tight canal rippled around his length, and she gave a little moan. The sound of her voice vibrated through his entire body. How he adored her voice. It was like music.

“Oh God,” she whispered.

As he tunneled deeper into her hot, wet channel, he dipped down and tasted her lips. It was just a small touch, but it sent a blaze racing through his body. Damn. So good. So fucking good.

He kissed her again, and she eagerly opened to him. His tongue swept inside her mouth, filling his own with her decadent flavor. She was sweet, intoxicating, delicious, and already he knew he would need many more kisses before he would be satisfied. In response to her flavor, and the way her body accepted his, his balls tightened, his chest, too. No matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't be able to hold off for long.

He smoothed his hands up her torso to her breasts. They were soft, warm, full. Perfect. Her nipples pulled into sweet little pink points. How sexy they would look with some jewelry on them. Maybe nipple rings with a pretty chain looping between them. A blaze blasted through him. Oh yes, a chain. He rolled those gorgeous pink peaks and they tightened even more. His mouth filled with saliva. Damn, her body was so responsive.

She trembled beneath him. Her face was flushed. Her chest, too. And he could feel the heat coming off her skin. She was on the verge of release. He could be kind and let her come. He should. But he couldn't bear the thought of this magical experience ending so soon.

He flicked his tongue over one of her nipples, and she cried out. The sound bounced around the room, hummed through his body, and sent another rush of erotic hunger blasting through his center. “Ssshhh,” he whispered before pulling her nipple into his mouth to suckle.

“I . . . can't . . .” she muttered, squirming and quaking beneath him.

He slid his arms under her, cradling her, and thrust harder, deeper. That was his undoing. He could no more deny himself than he could deny her. Her slick walls rippled around him, then clenched tight. A gush of wetness washed over him, easing his rough thrusts as he surrendered to his own need. He took her hard. He took her rough. Her screams of ecstasy filled the room. He knew the moment she came, felt her muscles rhythmically contracting around him, massaging him. His balls tightened so hard, it felt as if they were in his chest. The flash of heat followed, like an atomic bomb detonating deep inside. His cum burned down his length, and just before he filled her, he yanked out and spilled his seed on her lower stomach. With each spurt, he gasped. His lungs were so tight, he couldn't breathe.

“Ohmygod,” she uttered.

He pulled her flush against him and closed his eyes. Her little body fit so perfectly against his. He finally pulled in a full breath. He could smell her skin, her juices. Even though he'd just had her, his body tightened again. He could take her already. He wanted to take her once more.

He fingered her wet slit, and she shuddered against him. She wanted it, too.

“Ohhhhh,” she murmured, writhing, rubbing her mound against him. That was an invitation he couldn't ignore.

But first, he had to wipe away the remains of his cum. He couldn't risk impregnating her. He eased away, and she whimpered.

“Just a minute,” he said, his voice light with laughter. “You are insatiable.”

“Only with you.” She opened her eyes, and their gazes tangled.

She was so beautiful.

Mine.

No. No. Not this one.

Mine.

As if she sensed something, she drew her brows. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” He scooped up his pants and shoved his hand in his pocket. Wrong pocket. His phone buzzed against his palm.

Dammit.

Withdrawing his hand with his phone in it, he mumbled, “Someone left a message. Let me check and see who called.” He grabbed a handful of tissues out of the box he kept in his desk drawer and handed them to Michelle.

She nodded and wiped her stomach with her bound hands, one knee bent, and her foot resting on the tabletop.

He skimmed his call log. Both brothers had called him. Multiple times. And he had several messages from them. That never happened. Dread wound through him, extinguishing the spark that had been simmering inside. “I think something's wrong.”

She curled her abdomen to push herself upright. “I hope it's nothing serious.”

He played the first message, tucked the phone between his shoulder and ear, and worked on the knot in the tie.

“Talen, it's Drako. Dammit, where the hell are you? We've been trying to get you for hours. Lei is in the hospital. She was bleeding. Call me as soon as you get this message—”

Talen's heart stopped. Fighting to breathe, he hit the button, cutting off the rest of the message.

“Shit, I have to go.” He bent down, grabbed a handful of clothes, and dumped them on the table.

“Is everything okay?” She discarded the wet tissues in the trash can, pulled one garment from the wadded-up pile, her skirt, then jumped off the table and yanked it up.

“No. It's my sister-in-law. She's in the hospital.” Quickly, he found his pants and shirt and stuffed himself into them. He didn't bother with his underclothes. Not waiting for Michelle, he raced toward the exit. “I'm sorry I have to leave you like this,” he said as he dashed through the suite. He opened the door, glancing back. She was still in the office.

“It's okay. I understand.” Her voice was small, distant. He thought he caught a hint of emotion in it. But he couldn't delay. Not a second. For all he knew, Lei could be bleeding to death. He had to go. Now.

“Would you mind locking the door when you leave?” He was such a bastard.

“No, of course not,” she said softly.

Feeling like shit, he slammed the door behind him and sprinted down the hallway.

 

Wow.

She didn't know what to think, what to feel.

That experience . . . it had been beyond words. Incredible. Phenomenal. Scorching. Nah, those words didn't come remotely close to describing what she'd felt.

But then there'd been that call, and he'd rushed out, leaving her alone. In his office. In the dark. Without her top. That was still in the car.

Had he told her the truth about his sister-in-law? Or was it a lie?

Her hands trembled as she finished dressing, shrugged into his coat, and slid her feet into her shoes. The discomfort grew as she
click-clacked
through the empty space, the soft glow of the exit sign leading her through the dark stillness.

Although she'd been more or less abandoned after having sex with him, she wasn't sure how she felt yet. There were plenty of emotions tumbling around inside of her. But she was too preoccupied to sort them through. Clasping the coat shut with one hand, she wandered toward the exit, locked and closed the door behind her, and hit the button for the elevator. It wasn't until the door closed that the emotions became overwhelming.

Shaking, she wrapped her arms around herself and waited for the car to make its descent. Leaning back and letting the wall support her, she closed her eyes.

Of course, it was his face she saw. That stunning, breathtaking face. After what she'd just done, and what had happened next, a part of her wished she would never see that face again.

 

It was a fucking miracle he hadn't been pulled over. He'd ignored every speed limit posted as he'd raced to the hospital. Even with going ten to fifteen miles per hour over the limit, he didn't get there fast enough. He literally sprinted into the building, his phone pressed to his ear as he waited impatiently for Drako to tell him where to go.

No fucking answer.

He shoved his phone in his pocket and went to the information desk. The woman sitting behind it asked with a smile, “May I help you?”

“My sister-in-law is in the hospital somewhere.”

“What's her name?” she asked, fingers poised over her computer keyboard.

“Lilly Garner.”

Her fingers tapped out the name Lei had taken after they'd moved. “Here she is. She was admitted about an hour ago. Her room is number three-fifteen.”

“Thank you.” He looked left. He looked right.

“The elevator is that way,” the woman said, indicating the left. “Just beyond the wall.”

“Thank you.” He followed her direction, taking long, swift strides. When he stepped out of the elevator on the third floor, Drako was strolling down the hallway. “Tage!” he called out.

Responding to his new name, Talen turned. Right away, he could see that something had happened. Something terrible.

The air left his lungs, and a wave of dizziness rushed through him. “Is she . . . ?” He thrust an arm out, hand braced on the wall for support.

“Resting,” Drako said. “The doctor gave her something to help her sleep.”

“She's safe?”

“Yes. Safe, but far from okay.” Drako looked left, right, then jerked his head toward a door not far from where he stood. “We can talk in there.”

Talen followed his brother into the room. The placard on the wall outside told him it was a family waiting area. Inside the small space were a couple of couches and a television.

Drako closed the door before speaking. “She lost the child, Talen.”

“Damn.”

“She took it very badly. And she doesn't know the worst of it yet.”

Talen couldn't speak. He was too choked up with sadness for the woman he loved to say a word. Her pain ate at his insides, gnawing like a jaw full of sharp teeth.

“She won't be able to have any children,” Drako told him.

Talen knew what that meant. The pain in his gut amplified.

“Malek's in there with her. He's in bad shape.”

“I would be, too.”

“He loves her.”

“Yeah,” Talen said, his voice breaking. “I know.”

“I don't know if he can do it. I don't think he can divorce her.”

Talen couldn't let Malek divorce her. The thought of never seeing her again made him want to tear out his hair. “So, he won't.”

“But what about—”

“Fuck it. One of us can have an extra kid,” Talen said. He had to convince his brother not to pressure Malek. It was too soon to force a divorce. “Look at what happened with our father's generation. He was the only one to produce any children.”

“But that wasn't by choice. Our uncles were both married to women who could bear children. They'd both been checked by doctors. It simply happened that once our father had produced three sons, our uncles stopped trying.”

“Then perhaps Malek can hold off on divorcing for a while, at least until one or both of us produce a child.”