Locked Out (Locked In Love, an Alpha Billionaire Serial)(Volume 2) (7 page)
Elise
Okay, I want to be speaking.
I want to be teasing Locke, provoking him. But my throat still hurts from his cock and my mind?
It’s a mushy pile of ecstasy.
When did I lose it? My mind, that is. Probably when he started sucking the ever-living tar out of my nipples, treating them like a goddamn buffet. It started as frustration. He’d been teasing me! I thought he wanted to tie me up and fuck me, not tie me up and leave me hanging.
Jameson wasn’t acting the way I’d anticipated. I’d thought he needed to pound his anger out on my pussy and hell, that’s what I’d wanted. In the safe, he’d managed to make me forget the fear of my attack. I’d felt safe again. I guess, in a way, I wanted to pay him back. Yeah, he used sex to make me feel better. If it works, why question it?
So I thought this was me doing the same for him.
Then the teasing started, and I stopped thinking.
My body was a live wire. Each touch sent quivers down me. When he’d put his cock in my face so it was the only thing I could see, I could smell, my whole fucking world? I was ready for it. The salty musk of our last romp still clung to his skin.
I swallowed every inch of that cock and wanted more.
The taste of his come was still drying on my lips when he returns with a vibrator. I’m intrigued, and this is where I want to tease him. But I can’t, because I’m like an animal now. All instincts and need. I
need
to get off. Soon. My orgasm is so pent up that it feels like a bomb, my clit swollen and ready to detonate.
Locke shoves three fingers-- three!-- into my sopping pussy and begins to fuck me. And I am mindless with pleasure, grunting and pleading. I’m begging him, using every promise I can think of, if he’ll just let me come.
Let you come?
You’re so wound up, just do it! Come all over his fingers!
But I can’t, I realize. I’m trying, trust me. I’m thinking of every dirty thing I can, my skin is crackling with pleasure, and he’s hitting all the right spots inside of me, but I. Can’t. Come.
This piercing keen of agony and need fills the air, and I recognize my own voice. He’s reduced me to this. To a bound pile of desire, his pet, so lost that she wails.
I want to be repulsed by it. Like he’s taken too much power from me. Made me this
thing
instead of Elise. Except the way he’s looking at me right now? It’s like I’m the sexiest person he’s ever seen. It’s like he’s drinking me in.
It’s like
I’m
the one controlling
him
.
The high-pitched buzz of the vibrator whines in the air and he begins to fuck me more vigorously with his fingers.
The vibrator hits my clit and he barks, “Come, Elise!”
It was his permission I was waiting for.
The climax is a torrent. It catches me up and rips through me, tossing through on a molecular level until I’m shuddering all over. “That’s right, babe,” I hear him croon. “Come all over my hand.”
My hips are jerking and finally, the orgasm begins to ebb. Only Locke doesn’t take the vibrator away. The nerves are getting sensitive, exhausted, begging to recover. “Jameson,” I gasp. “Please, no more.”
“Yes. You’re going to come twice more.”
My toes are curled and my back is arching. To my surprise, my wrists are still above my head, like his words nailed them there. My pussy is burning. The second orgasm is building, but it feels like a wild, violent thing, and that frightens me.
“I can’t! Jameson, please!”
“You can. You
will
! Now, Elise!”
It’s a gale, obliterating me. It hurts it feels so good. Slices of agony accompany the pleasure, but my body wants to please Jameson. I want to please him. So I come again.
Ohgodohgodohgodohgod--
He wants me to do this a third time? Sweat is covering me now. This is like running a marathon instead of fucking in someone’s home. I don’t have time to doubt, the third climax forcing its way forward. It’s a sledgehammer, pounding at me.
“Last time,” he rasps.
Every single muscle is tensed. Toes curled, fingers spread and tight. My shoulders. My abs. A hundred small muscles I didn’t even know I had are all flexed.
I come, and I see fucking stars.
The vibrator is gone. Locke eases his fingers from my pussy.
He deftly and quickly unties me. Much like before, he massages circulation and feeling back into my limbs, making sure I can move and feel and am safe.
I’m speechless. I feel hollowed, wrung out.
When he lays beside me and tucks me into his arms, my mind finally starts to re-form. Thoughts and synapses connect.
“Better?” I whisper.
“Yes. Thank you. Are you?”
“I don’t know.”
His chest shakes as he chuckles. My fingers find the dark dusting of hair there and stroke it. Neither of us wants to say more, because it just feels--
Delicate. Precarious.
How am I supposed to walk away from him? From the case?
We don’t have to choose, though. Life, of course, has a way of choosing for us.
My phone rings.
“Don’t get it,” he mumbles, his voice hushed.
“I have to. It might be Dalton.” He stiffens beside me. “My old partner. Old and happily married detective partner.”
Another chuckle from him as I stumble out of bed and find my phone in my jean pocket.
“Hello?”
“Am I speaking with Elise Martin? The Private Investigator?” It’s a woman on the other end. Her voice is high, tense. She sounds upset and her words are clipped.
“It is.”
“I found your card in my bag this evening. Are you at Jameson Locke’s residence?”
Lady, I’m in his Palace of Perversion.
“I was at the auction tonight. What’s this about?”
“I want to hire you. My jewels were stolen, and if I don’t get them back, I’m suing Mr. Locke, Mr. Hollins, and everyone else in this god-forsaken state!”
To be continued in February 2016.
From the Author
Hurray! This is getting exciting. For me to write, at least. I always hope that translates into exciting for you to read.
I’ve begun work on a parallel serial. Maybe that’s not the right word. Herp derp, I’m only a writer. Words are kind of my job, huh? It’s another billionaire serial. I’m doing this for two reasons:
- I get bored when I’m working on just one project. I feel like, whatever emotions the author is feeling? Those come out in the writing. The last thing I want is a boring serial.
2. I love menage stories and wanted to try my hand at one. This will be an M/F/M story. That’s a dude, a lady, and a dude. My husband and I argue often about which is the best threesome, MFM or FMF. I bet you can guess who is rooting for who!
This serial,
The Contestant,
will also feature a BBW and sexy alphas with money.
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