Lucas: The Hunter Brothers Series (16 page)

“This
will be hard and it will be fast, Jessica,” he said aggressively, forcing the
breath from my lungs as he thrust inside me. This time there was no foreplay
just raw carnal frenzied fucking. He wasn’t soft or tender, but brutal and
animalistic and it was exhilarating.

I
screamed out in ecstasy as he drove himself inside me. “Oh God, Sir,” I cried
and in minutes I was drowning again. My nerves were on fire for him, burning
with pleasure and I needed Lucas right now. I wanted him to possess my body, to
own me and take me over the edge with him. I wanted to see the pleasure on his
face with each glorious thrust as he devoured me with his eyes, his lips and
his expert tongue.

It
was unbridled passion and it was as new to me as every other sensation that
Lucas was creating. The pulsing between my thighs was growing in intensity with
every skilful movement of that incredible cock, relishing the need on his face,
reflecting my own desire.

His
eyes were burning bright blue, large pupils as black as coal and those soft
lips groaning with exquisite need as I brought him closer and closer to his
release. When his gaze pierced mine and I felt firm fingers through my hair,
protecting my head as he powered inside my body, my nerves exploded and I came
apart beneath him.

 
He stilled above me, cursing through clenched
teeth, emptying himself inside me as I clamped my thighs around him, tied and
bound for his pleasure and I had loved every second of it.

 
Knowing I could have the same effect on Lucas,
as he had on me, was heady and exhilarating, filling me with such a rush, I
knew I had to feel this again. I felt powerful and sexy and it was the most
thrilling and dynamic experience I’d ever had.

He
kissed me gently, untying me and releasing my wrists, rubbing the circulation
back into the red grooves where his tie had been as I lay there, quietly gazing
up at him. I smiled gently as he smiled back, overwhelmed with a sudden surge
of affection as I watched him remove the condom and dress again.

“You
are something else,” he said, bending to kiss me as I lay there in a euphoric
afterglow that was indescribable, unable to speak or move. From his fixed
expression, I assumed he wasn’t quite sure what to make of it. But I’d never
experienced anything like it. Lucas had stolen my breath away.

“You
okay?” he asked as I nodded. I wasn’t okay, I was ecstatic, flooded with
emotion, happy and dazed and utterly besotted with the man who was standing
over me. I couldn’t express how I felt at that moment, even if I wanted to, and
slowly sat up as he perched on the side of the bed and pulled me into his arms.

I
wanted to cry with the sudden onslaught of feelings. It wasn’t sadness, it was excitement,
happiness and anticipation of what might be to come, but I knew I couldn’t. I
needed to hold this together and not get carried away. It had been over five
years since I’d felt the touch of a man and my head was all over the fucking
place.

“Thank
you, Lucas,” I said quietly as he held me, tipping my chin up with a finger as
he looked deeply into my glazed eyes, laughing gently.

“Believe
me, baby, the pleasure was all mine,” he grinned and I moved to dress myself
before I pulled him back on to the bed again. He had stirred something that had
slept within me for far too long and now I couldn’t get enough.

“I
don’t know what happens now, Lucas, but I just wanted to say that you were
worth the wait,” I smiled as he watched me curiously.

“It’s
you that kept me waiting, lady,” he smirked. I’d been talking about the five
years, but that would require an explanation and all manner of facts that I
wasn’t prepared to divulge.

“Can
I give you a ride?” he asked, kissing the top of my head as I bit my lip to
stifle my grin.

“You
just did,” I smiled as he laughed and I shook my head. “I have stuff to do on
the way home.”

“Okay,
Cinderella,” he chuckled gently and with that he was gone.

Jesus
Christ, whatever had just happened, there was nothing surer on this earth than
I wanted it to happen again, and as I made my way home I couldn’t remove the
huge grin that was plastered all over my face.

My
dreams had been one thing. The reality of Lucas Hunter had been something else
entirely and I was already a little bit addicted.

CHAPTER 13

“You
look happy,” Chas grinned as I all but skipped into the house. I’d wondered on
the way back whether or not to tell her, but I could never hide something this
big. She’d know instantly.

“I
got fired today,” I laughed as she stared at me slack jawed and I could almost
see the cogs of her brain whirling as she tried to work out exactly what this
meant. She was stunned into silence, and I knew that she didn’t quite believe
what I was saying. “You said no nookie with the boss, Chas. Well, hey, what do
you know, he’s not my boss anymore,” I grinned as her jaw fell even further.

“Oh no you didn’t,”
she
screamed as a grin of realisation spread across her face and she slapped both
hands across her mouth in utter shock.

“Oh
yes I did,” I laughed as she grabbed my elbow and pulled me into the kitchen,
shutting the door quickly.

“I
want to know everything. Start to finish, spare no detail,” she laughed as I
filled her in on the events of the day and she stared at me in dumbfounded
shock.

“Way
to go, Sis,” she said before her smile faded slightly. “But now he’s had you,
do you think he’ll follow through on this
proposition
he mentioned?” she asked suddenly. The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind that
he wouldn’t, but Chas knew men a whole lot better than I did.

“What
do you mean, Chas?” I asked quickly, suddenly panicked.

“Well,
before you sleep with them, you have all the power. A man with a raging hard on
will say and do pretty much anything to get inside your panties,” she laughed
as I frowned at her.

“He
said it after sex.” Lucas Hunter might be judgemental amongst other things, but
I was certain he wasn’t a liar.

“You
should be OK then, Jess. Ignore me, you know what a cynical bitch I am,” she said,
pulling me into a giant hug and grinning broadly.

“I
can’t believe after all my efforts, it’s you that’s wound up fucking one of the
most eligible bachelors in London,” she laughed and I knew what she meant. I
certainly hadn’t planned it that way.

I
spent the night with Dexter, trying to concentrate on Aladdin, but continually
drawn into the dramatic visuals of Lucas Hunter that were replaying endlessly
in my mind and checking my emails every ten minutes for the mysterious
questionnaire I was supposed to complete. A dozen thoughts ran through my brain
as I wondered if he wanted feedback on his performance, laughing to myself and
thinking that would take seconds to complete. 10, 10, 10, 10 and 10!

It
didn’t arrive until Dex was in bed and as I cast my eyes over it my mouth fell
open in shock and I wondered what the hell it was for. It was a questionnaire
cataloguing and requesting in detail, the intimate particulars of my sexual
tastes and preferences. Hard limits I wasn’t prepared to try and soft limits I
might.

Jesus
Christ! I scanned through the pages as I suddenly realised what this was. Lucas
Hunter wanted me as his submissive and he was gauging my opinions on the ground
rules for our relationship. My heart swelled in my chest and I giggled
uncontrollably, rolling around in giddy excitement at the prospect and
answering the questions without too much thought.

Most
of the answers were the same – ‘open to experimentation’. How the hell did I
know what I did and didn’t like before I’d done it? The thought of some of
these things filled me with apprehension, but I was keen not to rule anything
out completely in the knowledge I might miss something really bloody good. The
bottom line was - I’d have my safe word if I didn’t like it and I trusted Lucas
to stop. He wasn’t some crazed, hormonal teenager. The man was a sexual
powerhouse and control was his middle name; the thought of being dominated by
Lucas Hunter sending a delicious, intoxicating shiver across my skin.

Hard
Limits: I circled ‘none’. It was the final question as I smiled and pressed
send, still euphoric, laying back on my bed and wondering in the best possible
way what I’d just got myself mixed up in.

CHAPTER 14

I
made a special effort to dress for work the next day, with my best underwear,
stockings, one of Chas’s very tight below the knee pencil skirts and a soft
silk blouse, just sheer enough to make out the outline of my bra underneath. I
was aiming for secretary sexy, and as I saw Melody’s double take I guessed I’d
succeeded.

“Mr
Hunter said to send you in as soon as you arrive, to finalise the details of
your termination,” she said haughtily and smugly and my stomach sank, hoping
momentarily that Chas hadn’t been right. I knocked quietly and made my way into
his office, my heart pounding through my chest at the thought of seeing him
again, and slightly nervous at Melody’s words.

I
needn’t have been as I watched him look me over, smiling as he gestured for me
to take a seat. The heat in his eyes was undeniable as I sat, looking up at him
shyly. It was different here, this was his office and in here I would take his
lead. So, not that different then, I laughed to myself.

“I
have a proposition for you and two contracts,” he said and I wondered what the
hell he was up to now. “One is for business, one is for pleasure,” he smiled,
licking his lips as he watched my narrow eyed reaction and I couldn’t deny I
was nervous. This was my job, or at least it had been, and I needed to ensure
above all else that things were right for Dexter and I.

“So
which is it to be, Miss Evangelista?” he smirked, holding them both up.

“Business,”
I said, smiling at the flicker of disappointment that flashed through those
beautiful features as he passed me the first contract to look over.

“I
don’t want to give you the fifty grand,” he said seriously as my eyes flew to
his, shocked and dumbfounded for a moment and hoping that Chas wasn’t right and
Lucas wouldn’t screw me...twice.

“Why?”
I asked, unable to hide the dejection and panic in my voice as he watched me
closely, still smiling.

“Don’t
worry, Jess. I didn’t say you couldn’t have it. I said I don’t want to give it
to you.” I relaxed slightly, knowing that at least the offer was still on the
table.

“What
do you want?” I asked as his face lit up and I rolled my eyes knowing exactly
what that little look was all about. He was playing with me and now was not the
time for games.

“What’s
the proposition?” I asked, losing patience as he chuckled, the low, deep sound
reverberating through every inch of me as I looked at him, biting my lip to
stop myself smiling back.

“We
are going to have to work on patience. You are good at events, Jess, and we run
a lot of them. I would like you to use the money to set up an events business
together with me. You will be the main partner and run it as you see fit, but I
will be here to help you set up the legal and accountancy side and I will match
the investment.

“A hundred thousand pounds!”
I gasped, not quite believing what he was telling me as he laughed gently.

“It’s
a small amount of money to start a business, Jess, believe me, but your
overheads will be incredibly low. There is space in the building for you to set
up here, that way you won’t have rent and I will utilise my contacts to ensure
the start up is as straightforward as possible. I will help you all I can and
know that you have the capability to do this, Jess,” he smiled as I just stared
at him. “I figure with what we save on external agencies, you’ll be turning us
a profit in no time,” he smiled. When he put it like that I totally understood
his logic.

I
couldn’t believe what he was offering. My own company and I would run it with
Lucas Hunter. The man was a powerhouse with contacts everywhere and his
business credentials were unquestionable. He was offering a dream on a plate.

“Where
do I sign?” I quipped, grinning broadly and opening up the contract to look at
the particulars.

“Take
your time to read it, Jess, but am I to take it that you like the idea of
Hunter and Evangelista Entertainment?” he smiled as I stared at him wide eyed.

“I
love it, Lucas. Just one thing though. It will be Evangelista and Hunter,” I
grinned as he laughed out loud. “I thought it might be,” he winked, passing me
the other contract.

“This
one binds us in pleasure,” he said seriously as I held out my hand nervously.
“It is based on your questionnaire and I need to know you’ve read it thoroughly
before you sign. It is designed to protect us both, Jess, to ensure your safety
and happiness and it’s important that you understand what you are agreeing to.
This is the one I’m most concerned about. You haven’t done it before and while
I appreciate you’ve done some research and spoken to Zac, like anything in
life, the fantasy is rarely like the reality. While I am training you, I will
have to punish you and there will be times where you think I’m being
unnecessarily harsh or cruel even. Everything I do will be for your own good
and your development as a submissive. I haven’t been particularly strict, but
there may be things you’re not sure about. Read it thoroughly,” he said as I
glanced down the never-ending list of sexual possibilities as a shiver of
excitement through me.

It
was the section focusing on the nature of the relationship that caught my
attention immediately. None of this had been in the questionnaire, as I
realised he expected to see me three times a week in the club. He would be the
one to initiate contact and control the scenes. Respect was demanded at all
times, regardless of where we happened to be.

I
would follow his instruction and take his lead, and there were detailed
outlines of the various ways I’d be expected to greet him, but there was no
mention of anything else.

The
following paragraph stressed at great length the importance of safe words and open
communication. I decided to utilise that for a little conversation of my own,
taking a deep breath as I looked up at him.

“In
the interests of open communication, there isn’t much detail on what I can
expect,” I said as he pulled a bemused frown. It was evident from his
expression that he wasn’t effectively reading between the lines.

“What
is it you’re unsure about?” he asked, smiling gently.

Well
I wasn’t talking about the number of orgasms, I was certain there’d be plenty
of those, watching the delicious trail of his tongue as he tried to stifle his
smile. I needed absolute clarity and guessed I’d have to spell it out.
“This...thing...this relationship,” I stuttered, wondering why I was seized by
a sudden attack of nerves when I tried to describe it. “You haven’t put
anything in here about seeing me outside the club. I’ll only be your submissive
then?” I was bumbling this, unable to express myself without using the ‘G’
word. The small smile that played around his mouth suggested he knew what I was
getting at.

“
Only
my submissive?” he laughed gently.
“I appreciate you haven’t done this before, but you’re seriously undermining
just how big a commitment this is. As a partnership we will be exclusive, embarking
on a relationship that is underpinned by immense trust, open communication and mutual
respect. I suspect that our bond will be much deeper than you realise,” he said
as I nodded, pulled into those incredible blue eyes as my breathing sped up.

I
was trying to rationalise this against the only relationship I’d ever had and
that clearly wouldn’t work. He sensed my dilemma.

“This
contract is unique for me too, Jess. I have never had a submissive new to the
lifestyle, which is why there are far fewer rules than usual. The contract is
not legally binding or set in stone. I imagine there will be lots of additions
and amendments along the way. For example you specified no hard limits, and I
guarantee there will be plenty of those, we just don’t know what they are yet,”
he smiled. My stomach tightened anxiously as a simultaneous thrill ran through
me which hadn’t gone unnoticed.

He
began to pull something up on his monitor, turning it to face me. “Read this,
it might help with your understanding,” he said, sitting back in his chair and watching
me closely. My smile faded the instant I realised what it was. It was another
contract and I swallowed hard. Of course he’d done this before. He was an
experienced Dom. What I didn’t like was how jealous I felt. I read through the
section slowly. It was the one I’d been struggling with.

Holy shit.

Everything
was detailed from her attire to the times they’d meet. How they should greet
him, address him and exactly what they could expect in return. The level of
detail stunned me as I tried to contain my shock.

They
wouldn’t contact him. There would be no time outside the allotted schedule and
no expectations of any further relationship. In fact, there were three
different clauses with alternative wording that said exactly the same thing,
just in case they were in any doubt.

“You
could scrap that whole paragraph. Four words would cover it, ‘I won’t date
you’,” I quipped as he laughed. It wasn’t in mine, but the comparison had
definitely aided my understanding.

“I
get it. I shouldn’t expect to be strolling hand in hand beside the River Thames
with you anytime soon,” I smiled. The relationship was clearer, but I felt glad
he hadn’t hammered it home three times in black and white for me.

“As
I said, this is unique to both of us. I’d prefer to start off with some basic
rules and take it from there,” he said reassuringly as I smiled. “As your Dom
it’s my job to support and protect you through this process, not frighten the
living daylights out of you before we get off the blocks.”

My
spirits rose instantly. The openness of his attitude and the contract meant
more flexibility for me to adjust and acclimatise. He had ruled some things in,
but little was ruled out and a surge of warmth flowed through my veins. It
wouldn’t ever be what I had with Jake, but neither had he stipulated that there
was no room for development. I already felt certain that reining in my feelings
for Lucas would be easier said than done, as I pushed back the visuals of us
laughing on the riverbank. I was getting carried away. I needed to run before I
could walk. He hadn’t even spanked me yet!

“Thank
you for breaking me in gently,” I smiled broadly as he quirked a dark eyebrow,
smirking sexily with a mischievous curl of those incredible lips that hit me
straight between the thighs.

“I
didn’t promise that,” he winked, as my brain wandered to more carnal thoughts.
I forced myself back. I wasn’t finished yet.

 
“How will this work?” I asked, holding up both
contracts as he laughed, shrugging his shoulders.

“I
haven’t done it before. This differs from other relationships, so I guess we’ll
have to compartmentalise,” he said as I gazed across at him, rolling the word
over and over in my brain. Compartmentalising suited me. It meant that I could
keep my life with Dex separate from my life at work and my relationship with
Lucas at the club. Three separate parts that didn’t intertwine. It was perfect
in theory.

“Okay,
we compartmentalise,” I smiled, knowing that I had to give it my best shot. It
wasn’t really possible for Lucas and me to spend time together in the
traditional sense anyway. This seemed like the perfect option; everything I
wanted in black and white, awaiting my signature. I wanted to tell him, but I
couldn’t. It didn’t make any difference to my abilities at work or our
relationship at the club, and most of all I was scared; terrified that this
dream would disappear in a puff of smoke if he knew the truth. Soon I would
tell him, but not yet.

I
could feel his eyes burning into me as I read them through once more. They were
fairly straightforward black and white versions of everything he’d promised.
 
I signed as soon as I was done, sliding them
across to him, the familiar burst of electricity shooting up my arm as my
fingers grazed his.

He
rose from his chair, walking behind me and I was glued to mine, jumping as he
put his hands on my shoulders and bent to kiss my cheek from the side.

“I
like this outfit,” he said softly as strong hands cupped my breasts, squeezing
them roughly. I gasped at his audacity, loving every second of the contact. “I
think you’ve worn it deliberately, Jessica.” I could hear the smile in his
voice as he played with my nipples, teasing them through the soft fabric, over
and over again, flooding my core with warmth. I moaned gently, groaning in
frustration as he removed his hands and moved slowly back to his chair. He was
watching me closely and grinning as he resumed his position behind his desk.
His gaze dropped to observe my swollen nipples that were now poking noticeably
through the silk of my blouse. “Very responsive,” he smiled as I flushed, wanting
more, but knowing I wouldn’t get it here.

“Thank
you for this, Lucas,” I said, looking up at him and smiling as he nodded.

“We’ll
celebrate over dinner,” he said, holding my gaze. Shit.

“I
can’t do dinner, I’m sorry,” I tried to smile as he frowned at me.

“Are
you playing hard to get, Miss Evangelista?” he asked, watching me closely and I
couldn’t help but laugh at his words.

“I
hardly think so Lucas, it’s a bit late for that,” I smiled as his face lit up,
eyes dancing and probably having the same flashbacks to yesterday that I was
having. Evenings were too hard for childcare without a significant amount of
notice. Not that I was about to tell him that.