Freed (Bad Boy Hitman Romance) (46 page)

His lips returned my passion as he began guiding me on him. After a minute I found just the perfect angle so he stroked the magic spot within me to send my heart, body and mind into a frenzy. Pulling my lips from his, I sat up on him, closing my eyes and arching my back, bracing my weight by holding onto his thighs behind me, and began grinding against him. Each movement, each rotation of my hips sent me higher to pleasures I never knew existed, but would never be able to forget. Every worry, every concern, every conscious thought was gone; all that existed was the pleasure he was giving me.

“Dammit, baby, your pussy is going to kill me.”

As I drew closer, my movements became more frantic, raising from him and slamming back down, my breasts jiggling with the motion. I wanted to look down at him, but couldn’t. I was too wrapped up in the sensations, the beautiful waves of pleasure that kept crashing down on me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take a second more, Tanner grabbed my hips, pulling me tight onto his cock, and flipped me onto my back, settling between my legs and somehow managing to do it without pulling out.

“My turn.” He grinned down at me and I swear my heart skipped a beat and I nearly lost myself as I gazed up into those dark eyes.

I returned his smile, biting down on my lower lip as he slid one of my legs over his shoulder and began moving within me, plunging deeper than I’d ever felt him. God, how could a man so wicked make me feel so good, so special? “I wasn’t doing good enough?”
It’s just a game for him
, a voice in the back of my head chimed in. I ignored it. It felt real right now. It felt so damned real tears were forming in my eyes, and that was all that mattered to me.

I started to close my eyes, but his lips ghosting across mine and his teeth nipping the side of my neck made me moan, pulling me back to him. “Stay with me. I want you looking at me when you come.”

Reopening my eyes, I caught his stare and the melody playing in the background swept me into its sexy embrace. My hips moved with him, our bodies working together as if we’d been lovers for years. So much was said between us despite no words being spoken – I was his and wanted to be. God help me, as messed up as it sounds, I wanted to be.

“I want you coming with me, sweetie.” He slipped a hand between us and began working my clit as he continued thrusting, causing a cry of pleasure to escape me.

“I’m so close.” My whole body was on the verge of exploding and there was an ache in
 
my stomach that only release would relieve.

“Are you ready?”

“Almost.”

“Come for me. Come over my cock, baby.”

“Oh Tanner!” His words were the incentive I needed, sending me spiralling over the edge. My fingers dug into his shoulders as I attempted to get him deeper, as deep as possible within me as my pussy clenched around his cock, begging him for his seed.

“Jesus, Emily.” He lowered his head to my shoulder as he slammed into me a final time, unloading his seed into me. The feel of his cum filling my core sent me into a state of ecstasy all over again and I cried out, tears streaming down my cheeks as I came for him again. I pulled him tight to me, allowing myself the luxury of basking in the fantasy, allowing myself to fall for the illusion that tonight was real, special.

When he eventually pulled out, rolling over onto his back, to my surprise he brought me with him, pulling me into his embrace as if he really cared for me. I didn’t look up into his eyes, didn’t dare. I couldn’t bear see the look of cool detachment that might be in his eyes now that it was over. Instead I placed my cheek on his chest, closed my eyes and fell into an exhausted sleep.
 

Chapter 19

Tanner

“Emily,” I murmured as I began to wake, reaching out to her on the bed beside me and coming up empty. It took less than a second to realize she wasn’t next to me and a second more to realize she wasn’t in the room. My eyes sprang open and I shot upright in bed.

Fuck, fuck fuck! How fucking stupid can I be!
I’d gone to sleep without cuffing her and without her collar on. She could be long gone by now and there could be cops on their way to my place while I slept like a fucking idiot. I’d given her a fantasy date night? What? Why? To make her happy? Since when did I give a flying rat’s ass whether she was happy or not? This wasn’t about her; her happiness was irrelevant.

I’m never sloppy and I never make mistakes like this. Never. That bitch was getting under my skin, causing me to make mistakes. I thrust a hand into my hair in agitation, attempting to simmer myself. It wouldn’t do me any good to lose my head. I hadn’t even checked the house yet.
 
Jumping from the bed, I didn’t bother with clothing, but rushed from the bedroom to search the house. This chase wasn’t fun, not in the least bit fucking fun.

Entering the kitchen, I skidded to a stop and let out a sigh of relief as I spotted her wearing one of my white button-down dress shits, standing at the stove, preparing breakfast. My eyes scanned the kitchen to see she’d already set two places at the table. I opened my mouth to speak, but had no motherfucking clue what to say. I rarely felt fear, but in the instant when I thought she may be gone, I’d felt it. And I didn’t like it.
 

But why? Was it a fear of being caught or a fear of never seeing her again? I didn’t have an answer for that and it sent a surge of rage through me. Fear was weakness, fear meant I’d fucked up. I don’t fuck up, but somehow, for some reason, I’d had a lapse in judgement and it was her fault.

“Tanner. Morning. You were sleeping so soundly, I thought I’d make breakfast for us.” She gave me a tentative smile, a faint blush colouring her cheeks as her eyes lowered to my morning wood and then quickly glanced away, pretending to focus on turning the bacon.

She could have escaped while I was sleeping. She could have killed me, found the keys to my car and left, never looking back. But she hadn’t. She’d stayed. That only further fucked with my head. I didn’t have the answers; I needed the answers.

“Why are you here?”

Her body froze and she looked into my eyes. I could see her fighting not to cast her gaze lower to my rigid dick. “We had a deal.”

There it was. The deal. There was no actual affection towards me, no, it was all about her and her need to martyr herself. The good little Christian girl willing to sacrifice herself for some faceless strangers and her family. That angered me. It shouldn’t, but it did.

“Fine. And now that Victoria is gone you’re to take care of my needs when I want them serviced. Now get over here, on your knees, and earn your keep.”

She cringed, looked nervously at the bacon in the frying pan and then back at me, the sadness in her eyes so intense that if I had a heart maybe I’d have felt bad. “But breakfast.” For a moment I thought she was going to cry – it was evident she’d taken time to make the perfect breakfast – but she took a deep breath in and nodded, determination flashing in her eyes. “Yes, Master. Of course.”

Walking up to me, she fell to her knees and took me in her hand. Her obedience didn’t give me nearly the amount of satisfaction it should have.

~*~*~*~

Emily

It really had been a fantasy. My father had been right, I was a foolish little girl. I had to be, because for some reason I’d believed that something had clicked between us last night. I’d been positive I’d seen something in his eyes. Even the way he’d held me and trusted me not to run had made me think maybe the dynamic between us had changed.

Foolish, just foolish. Maybe I deserved to be treated like this.

“What?” he snapped, stabbing a hash brown with his fork.
 

I looked up from the breakfast I’d prepared for the second time. I had to throw out most of what I’d previously prepared and recook it. I’d tried my best but it had seemed to take him forever to actually come. There had been a couple of times I’d looked up and seen the frustration in his gaze, which had only seemed to make him angrier. He certainly hadn’t had any problems last night coming, and my aching pussy was evidence of that.

“Excuse me, Master.”

“I’m asking what you’re moping about. I gave you your fantasy date night. I fucked you exactly how you wanted to be fucked. I’m allowing you wear that shirt even though I hadn’t given you permission. So what’s the problem now?”

“I’m fine.”

He tossed his fork onto the plate with a clang, not bothering to eat the hash brown. “You’re not. I want to know what it is. Are we back to this ‘I want to go back to my family’ bullshit?”

I glared back at him.
Well, fuck him, he wants to know… Fine!
“You don’t have to be such an asshole. You could at least be a little bit nice to me. I’m doing what I’m supposed to, I’m acting like your trained fucking dog doing everything I can to make you happy.” Throwing my own fork onto my plate, I stood so quickly that the wooden chair went falling backwards. “So if you don’t mind, Master, I’d like to go back to my little dungeon.”

The muscles in his neck flexed as he white- knuckled the table across from me. “Consider what you’re asking for, slave.”

Taking a couple of steps away from the table, I looked down at the shirt. If I were to be completely honest with myself the main reason I was wearing it wasn’t to cover myself from him. I’d grown used to him seeing my body and was surprisingly okay with that. I was wearing it because of his stupid cologne that I liked so much and the very faint scent that clung to the expensive cotton.

“And don’t think you’re doing me any favours with this shirt.” I tore it from my body, not caring that buttons were sent sailing across the kitchen floor. “You can have the fucking shirt!” Balling it up, I tossed it at him, hitting him square in his glaring face. He stood so quickly I jumped backwards, but then squared my shoulders and eyed him. I would not back down.

“You’re testing me, slave.”

“You may take pride in the twisted idea that you’re a psychopath. You use it as some excuse for being a sick, twisted fuck. But you know what I think?” I didn’t wait for him to respond, “I think you choose the way you are because there’s nothing in you worth knowing. You abduct women because that’s the only way you can have someone in your life.”

His face transformed into complete blankness. No expression, no emotion evident anywhere. Even his eyes were blank. Then he lunged.

With a scream I raced from the kitchen and knew exactly where I was heading – the door. Freedom. Just as I reached out to grab the door handle, I was scooped up and tossed over his shoulder – his good shoulder.

“You want to see sick and twisted? You want to see how fucked up I can be, slave? I’ll show you.”

I let loose – releasing all the pain, frustration, anger as I kicked, screamed, pounded on his bare chest with my fists. Nothing slowed him as he descended the stairs towards my dungeon room. I screamed obscenities that I didn’t even think I knew until the words were coming from my mouth, to hell with being a lady. To hell with being sweet. Fuck being the Proverbs 31 wife my father always wanted me to be. This was
my
life, I’d live it how I wanted even if it meant living with Tanner and fighting him every step of the way.

He carried me past my room, past the room which had been Victoria’s and into the showroom. I stopped fighting, just for a moment. Why were we here? But we kept moving. I hadn’t noticed the day I was in the showroom, but there was a door behind the bar. He opened the door and walked through.

The room was black, but with a flick of a switch a dim light illuminated the room. Tanner proceeded to carry me into the room, stopping at the center. I barely noticed him setting me on my feet or the fact that he was grabbing my wrists and securing my arms over my head. I was too distracted.

The room was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. The walls were padded with red leather and black accents, with a black marble floor. But that wasn’t the shocking part, it was the contents. The furniture and machines… I had no idea what they were used for, but most had bonds so I could only assume they were sex equipment of some sort. Whips and canes were neatly lining the walls and a large dark mahogany double dresser sat with heavens only knew what contents.

It wasn’t until he stepped away from me that I realized he’d secured my wrists to a post at my back. “What is this place? Some sort of sick torture room?”

Tanner grinned, but this grin wasn’t sexy or playful, it didn’t make my heart skip a beat - it scared me. “Something like that. You accused me of being horrible to you. I think you used the term ‘sick, twisted fuck’.” He tapped the bridge of my nose with his index finger. “Quite the language from my little church girl; perhaps I’ve been a bad influence. I’ve been holding back, but now…” He walked across the room and picked up an ominous-looking black whip.

“I’m not scared of you, Tanner. If you’re looking for me to beg, forget it!”

His smile widened, but the smile didn’t follow through to his eyes. “Now, come on. You’ve got to admit, you did a terrible amount of begging me last night.”

How dare he? How dare he bring up the previous evening and rub it in my face? Rage surged through me once again. If I could free my hands I’d punch that smug bastard in the face. Lifting my chin I centered my glare on him. I wouldn’t beg, I wouldn’t cry and I sure as hell wouldn’t ask him to release me. I’d take whatever he threw my way.

“I hate you!”

“Sounds about right. Now turn, face the pole, or you’ll feel the wrath of my whip across your stomach, and I assure you, you don’t want that.”

I wanted to deny him that, but I wasn’t completely insane in my rage. There was no way I’d be able to handle the pain I know that whip was going to inflict if I didn’t turn. Besides, I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing me wince. Without a word to him I spun and faced the wooden pole, settling myself tight to it, and gripped the leather cuffs restraining my wrists.

“I’d actually reconsidered marking you. But you’ve shown me I’ve gotten soft.” He slid his fingers down my back and I attempted to get away, but had nowhere to go so had to endure. “Your screams are going to be beautiful.” He stepped back and cracked the whip against the floor. I inhaled sharply and braced myself for the first lash.

~*~*~*~

Tanner

My grip loosened on the whip as I eyed her beautiful back – my canvas. For the remainder of her life she’d carry my marks, a reminder of our time together. I was getting hard just thinking about it.

“Just get it over with!” she growled.

I sure where this sudden bout of brazenness had come from, but it was fucking turning me on. The fight, the challenge, it’s all I’ve ever lived for and she was bringing it in spades, but with her defiant words and body. This was how it was supposed to be, screams and tears for me, not looks of affection and warm embraces. I’d momentarily forgotten. I wouldn’t forget again.