Lucas: The Hunter Brothers Series (33 page)

 
“Listen, Chas, it’s always been just me and Dex,
and you, of course. Lucas likes his own way and he likes to be in control. What
if he comes in and tries to take over? He has pretty strong opinions on how
things should be done,” I said as her frown deepened.

“That’s
ridiculous, Jess. It’s not like he’s going to march in here telling you you’re
a shit parent all of a sudden,” she said.

“He
might,” I shrugged, but I knew from her face she wasn’t buying it.

“Listen.
You and Dex are all you’ve ever known. I get that it will be difficult to
invite someone into his life, but if it’s the right person it will be good for
Dex, and for you, Jess. I don’t know if Lucas is that person, only you have the
answer to that question, but on paper he’s a phenomenal catch,” she winked,
laughing as I smiled at her.

“I’m
worried he’ll get too close to him and what if he leaves, Chas, what then?” I
asked as she shrugged.

“You’ll
always have that risk, Jess, and Dex would love a male role model in his life,
he needs one,” she said as a wave of guilt washed over me, and I wondered if I
was denying my son the chance for something special because of my own illogical
fears.

“Sis,
I know I call him a dickwad, but Lucas isn’t bullish or arrogant. He might not
always act on other people’s advice, but he does listen and he is respectful.
When it comes to Dexter, he’ll follow your guidance. He’s protective and calm
and he would be a great role model. It sounds to me like Mr Untouchable has
offered you the girlfriend card, and men like that don’t hand those out like
candy, Jess. You need to take stock and think about this seriously. How would
it feel for you to go to dinner on Lucas’s arm? How would it feel to invite him
here for supper with you and Dex?” she asked and the warmth that washed through
me at those thoughts was written all over my face, falling suddenly as waves of
insecurity abounded and I couldn’t push them back.

“Jesus,
Sis, what’s the matter?” she asked as I swallowed hard, suddenly wanting to cry
and it was all I could do to keep my composure.

“It’s
everything, Chas. I don’t live in Lucas’s world,” I said as her face contorted
in anger.

 
“It’s just money, Jess. Don’t let anyone ever
intimidate you because they have more money. Cash and education do not buy you
class or goodness or fucking personality in most cases. It’s what’s in here
that counts,” she said, jabbing her finger hard into my chest.

 
“I see those people all the time,
lording
it around just because they’re loaded or their daddy
is. I have yet to meet one that doesn’t have exactly the same insecurities,
fears and dark secrets in their souls that we do; they just cover it up in more
expensive fabric. You have more strength, more determination and more heart
than anyone I know. I get what Lucas sees in you, even if you don’t and by the
sounds of it, it’s more than just your cute arse and that pretty little face,”
she grinned, grabbing my chin and shaking it roughly.“So let him show you,” she
smiled as the oven pinged, shouting to Dex. “The pasta bake is ready.”

Maybe
she was right, but there was one thing I hadn’t told her; the only other reason
I was holding back. I was falling for Lucas much harder than I’d admitted, the
week of abstinence only ramming home just how important he’d become to me.

 
If he was wonderful with Dex, I’d be gone;
falling down into the abyss of love before I could stop myself. I was barely
clinging by my fingertips as it was. We had a contractual arrangement and he
was my Dominant. He said he wanted to do this, but his reasons were to make me
feel secure and he'd never used the word
girlfriend
.

I
took a deep breath thinking maybe I should let him in, knowing for certain that
we’d have to take it slowly and it was the one area of our relationship where I
was determined to dictate the pace. It was something I would have to think
about, and hope if I changed my mind, that the offer would still be on the
table.

There
was one last thing I decided to do before I went to bed. He was asking for a
major life-changing commitment. My request seemed miniscule by comparison.
Until he agreed it would have to be email. I was still a little peeved at how
he’d left things today as my face curved into a mischievous little smile.

Hi Sulky

I have a request for a contract
change, regarding your ‘no calling’ rule. If I promise not to do banal chit
chat, please can we revise this?

Jess x

I
was laughing to myself as my phone rang.

“Watch
yourself, Cheeky,” he said, chuckling as a broad smile broke across my face. “You
put more stock in that rule than I do, and for the purposes of absolute
clarity, I would like to reiterate,
yet
again
, that you are free to call me whenever you need to. I’ve said this
more than once, but since my word in the past has clearly been insufficient, I
have amended the contract and sent it across to you,” he said, the humour
evident in his voice, enveloping me in warmth.

“Thanks,
Sir,” I smiled, my mood lifting instantly. It seemed like a small thing, but it
was bigger to me than he realised. It was a reassurance about
my
terms, and that was something we’d
need to work on if I was to take this leap of faith. It was the first step and
a surge of joy flooded through me at the prospect of me and Lucas being
something more. Perhaps it wasn’t just a pipe dream.

He
wished me goodnight as I fired up my email, scrolling to the relevant section
as I laughed out loud. The former section of the contract had been struck out
with double thick black lines and replaced with:

Telephone
contact is expected from my submissive whenever the need arises, even for what
she considers to be banal chit-chat. Be assured that when it comes to you, Jess,
there is no such thing.

My
stomach erupted in a giddy flurry as I grabbed my phone again. “Hey, baby,” he
answered and this time his voice was dripping with sin.

“Hey,”
I grinned with no idea what I wanted to discuss, only that I was putting his
promise to the test.

“Just
wanted some banal chit-chat,” I said as he laughed.

“About what?”
God, even
the most basic question sounded ridiculously sexy.

“The
weather,” I giggled and I could practically see his eyes rolling.

“Fuck
the weather. Are you in bed?” he asked as I swallowed hard, realising this
conversation might not be so banal after all.

“Yep,
just
me
in a nightie and a very old teddy bear,” I
said, suddenly wondering what the hell I was playing at. That had to be the
least appealing visual of all time. I sounded like an eccentric grandmother in
winceyette, hoping he wasn’t having the same thoughts of moth balls and too
many cats that it had conjured up in my mind.

“Take
off the nightie.” Yep, it had.

“Sorry,”
I said as he laughed gently.

“What for?”

“That
wasn’t too sexy.” His deep low chuckle grabbed my insides. Now that
was
sexy.

“I
bet you look delicious and I’m jealous of the bear. If I wanted you to tell me
your name was Candy and that you were wearing crotchless panties I’d be
dialling another number. I don’t want what you think is sexy. I want you. You
just made nighties and teddy bears fucking horny.” I wasn’t certain why I
flushed, but I did.

I
lay back on my duvet, wondering just what that delicious voice was about to
demand of me.

“Tell
me what you think about when you’re in bed,” he said as I bit my lip.

“I
think about you,” I said, swallowing hard. Of course I did, it was impossible
not to.

“Mmmmm,”
he purred and I was envisaging him lying naked, stroking his hot thick cock as
we spoke and intense pleasure erupted through my cells.

“Tell
me what you thought about before you were my submissive, Jess,” he said and I
could hear the smile in his voice as I flushed again. I wasn’t sure why I found
it embarrassing, especially considering what had happened since, but I did.

“I’m
waiting,” he growled as I took a deep breath, licking my lips to lubricate my
suddenly dry mouth.

“After
the party I would lay awake, dreaming about what it would feel like to kiss
you, how soft your mouth would be, and how incredible it would be to be wrapped
in those strong arms. Even when you were cross with me and you didn’t seem to
like me much, when I was alone I could never escape those thoughts,” I said as
he groaned deliciously down the line, encouraging me to continue.

“The
night I hid in your bathroom, everything changed. I was even more desperate for
those kisses and that touch. Your words would go round and around in my head.
Whenever we were alone, I yearned for you to take me, grab me and spank me;
fuck me instead of Morgan,” I said, swallowing hard.

“You
can’t imagine how much I wanted that too, baby. I had a blazing urge to see
just how pink that beautiful arse would turn under my stern hand. I wanted to
pull you over my lap and see how much pain you could handle and whether your
pussy would be wet and pulsing at my domination of your body. Even when you
were trying to hold your ground and your professionalism, your nipples would
harden in response when I chastised you. It was fucking intoxicating,” he said
as my stomach tightened, my heart clenching at those words as my body responded
with blissful need.

“Are
they hard now?” he asked seductively.

“Yes,”
I breathed.

“And
are you wet, Jessica?” His deep, low voice had lit the fire as I lay there,
swollen and soaking and wishing he was here.

“I’m
always wet for you, Sir,” I said as his satisfied groan reverberated down the
line, igniting my arousal to fever pitch.

“Now
I will tell you what to do, Jessica. You will follow my instructions to the
letter, do you understand?” he asked firmly as I breathed a tormented and
aroused ‘Yes’, hoping this would involve some relief for my pulsing pussy.

“Slide
your fingers across your folds. Use your wetness to open yourself up and rub
your clit, there’s a good girl,” he said in a voice that oozed sex and I
followed his command without hesitation, moaning in pleasure.

“I
want to hear how you sound. Use your fingers and imagine it’s my cock that’s
thrusting against you. Move the phone to your pussy, I want to know exactly how
wet you are for me,” he growled.

My
cheeks were blazing as I did as I was told, my hands squelching against the
moistness, thinking of Lucas’s cock as I finger fucked myself, brushing my clit
and I was lost, drowning in sensation as the waves overtook my body and I came
hard, shaking and panting and retrieving the phone.

“Fuck,
baby, that sounded so good,” he said with a soft low moan as I tried to steady
my breathing, suddenly hearing noises in the background that startled me from
my haze.

“Where
are you?” I gasped, his low deep chuckle overtaken with the loud voice that
echoed through the background.

“Mr
Hunter, you’ll be in on in forty seconds,” it said as I gasped out loud.

“Lucas, where the hell are you?”
I asked as panic gripped my being, wondering if our first telephone sex
encounter had been public.

“I’m
just about to make a speech at The Annual Business Export Awards with a raging
fucking hard on,” he said as I heard the loud voice counting down his entrance
onto the stage as my heart raced in shock.

I
could hear the accolades being announced to the audience, reinforcing just what
a powerhouse Lucas Hunter was. There were roars of approval from the crowd, but
Lucas was still focused on me. “That was one hell of a phone call, sweetheart.
Sleep tight, I’ll be thinking about you,” he said, ending the call as I fell
back on my mattress, breathing hard.

Jesus
Christ, my glorious Dominant was insane.

CHAPTER 26

“So
there you have it. I’ll be supplying extra fire extinguishers just in case,” I
laughed. Zac had sat there wide eyed through most of my plans for the party, to
the point where I thought they might actually be too over the top. Some of them
he’d known about, but this was the whole kit and caboodle and I was watching
his reaction closely.

“I
bloody love it, Jess,” he laughed at the end of the presentation, clapping his
hands before they came to rest on his lap as I sat there laughing.

“Great,
then I’ll get everything confirmed,” I smiled as he sat back, watching me
closely.

“How
is everything else?” he asked as I flushed slightly.

“Good,”
I laughed nervously, he could only be referring to Lucas. Sexually it was more
than good and it was impossible to hide my glowing smile.

“You’re
doing well. It’s difficult at first, Jess, and your situation is even more
complicated than most, so remember that and don’t give yourself too much of a
hard time if you mess up a little. It’s to be expected,” he smiled kindly as I
nodded and left, making my way out towards my regular room and grateful that my
business partner didn’t seem to have any issues with me taking three afternoons
a week out of the office. Maybe one day that would change, but right now it was
working for us. I wasn’t so busy at work I couldn’t cope. I was only planning
three events and all of those were under control.

Lucas
was far busier than I was and I wondered if he had to spend the evenings
catching up on what he missed while he was busy in here pleasuring me.
Probably.

I
was excited and had dressed somewhat differently today in a boned corset I’d
bought from an upmarket lingerie store that fastened in criss-crossed ribbons
down the back. It had raised an eyebrow from Chastity this morning when she’d
helped me to get it on.

She
hadn’t protested too much and was just glad I seemed to be smiling for the
first time in a week. I stepped out of my dress, adjusting the pretty satin
ribbons on the side of my panties and knelt, waiting for Lucas and hoping he
wouldn’t be long.

I
was beyond excited, still considering his proposal and wondering whether
me
turning him down like that would have affected him as
much as he said.

“Very
nice,” he said, smiling at me as he walked in and I floated on the praise,
watching his eyes as they cast their way slowly across the curves of my breasts
spilling out of the top of my corset, before weaving their trail over the rest of
my body heating my skin in every spot they landed.

“Come
with me,” he said, taking my hand as he led me over to the Saint Andrews cross
fastened to the back wall as I looked up at him, wide eyed and nervous and more
than a little excited about the special brand of sex that Lucas would be
delivering today.

“I
think it’s time for you to get a taste of leather. That corset looks so pretty
on you, the only thing I can think would look prettier are the pink stripes of
the whip,” he smiled, running his finger down my cheek as I gasped slightly,
watching his tongue slide sexily across his bottom lip.

“But
I haven’t done anything bad,” I said quickly as he smiled.

“This
isn’t a punishment, Jessica. I’d like to show you just how pleasurable the
right amount of pain can be,” he said as I swallowed hard, knowing this was an
absolute exchange of power, requiring trust beyond a level I’d experienced yet.
Nothing was as fearful to me as the prospect of being whipped. The flogger had
been a revelation, but I knew this would be significantly more intense.

Lucas
moved behind me, gently undoing the ribbons down my back, kissing my neck as I
moaned in ecstasy, the fear coursing through my veins only heightening the
sensations he was delivering across my shivering skin. I wondered if that was
part of the process – to heighten my senses with pain so the pleasure would be
all the more intense. Or maybe it was the other way around.

He
began to play with my nipples, teasing them gently at first with sublime
touches as my pussy began to throb. Every contact was like a hotwire to my clit
as he stroked, nipped and pinched until the tight pink buds were aching with
need. He continued for an age as the pleasure began to turn into what felt like
a strange torture as I moaned out loud. The sucking and grazing, kneading and
stroking had tipped into pain. It was almost too much, and the contact stopped
abruptly.

“Good
girl,” he said against my ear and I smiled at the praise, closing my eyes as he
kissed my neck repeatedly, stroking my skin and massaging me under firm
fingers. He was soothing and caressing me before he led me slowly to the wall.

I
didn’t fight, falling into Lucas as he held me up against the cross, gently
securing my wrists and ankles before kissing his way up my body. They were
small delicate touches that ignited my skin, goose bumps flaring in anxiety and
desire before he moved away. I listened to him pad across to the far wall where
a variety of whips were hung; grateful I wouldn’t have to see it as my stomach
churned in anticipation and fear.

It
was heady, intoxicating mix of signals, already flooding my brain with so many
variants it was difficult to keep track and know exactly what I was thinking. I
gasped as I felt him run a soft finger down my spine, kissing my neck again and
sliding his finger inside my panties, groaning as the dampness hit his fingers,
saturating the flimsy fabric and betraying my arousal.

He
was taking his time. He had no desire to rush this, and I wondered if this was
part of the plan, to raise my anticipation, my apprehension and my need. If so
it was certainly working and I felt my panties float to the floor as he gently
undid the ribbons at either side.

The
soft music started up again as I felt the first snap of the flogger. It was
leather and sharper than the fur, but the strokes were light, the sting usurped
by the wonderful feeling of being spanked by tiny little hands. Pain and heat
converged, enveloping me and warming my flesh as I relaxed into the sounds.

I
was starting to float as I felt his hands exploring my flesh, slipping inside
me and groaning deeply as his fingers found my G-spot, lubricating his hand
with my desire. “Hmmm, you’re such a good little sub,” he said, kissing me as
he stroked that delicate patch of skin that had me reeling and moaning and
desperate for more.

I
groaned as he moved away again, saturated in pleasure and waiting for the
flogger, gasping as a sharp hot sting exploded against my backside. They were
coming thick and fast, peppered over the expanse of my flesh and I couldn’t be
certain, but it felt like the tip of a riding crop. It was sharp and fleeting,
warmth bursting through my cells, quick and intense.

He
took me to the edge repeatedly, just as the pain got to be almost too much, he
stopped, stroking my pussy, my nipples, my neck and my inner thighs, kissing
the backs of my knees and pinching my nipples until I was on the brink of
ecstasy, lost and floating in pleasure. Then the pain came again.

It
was never too much, but almost. Just as I moaned for my release or flinched at
the overloading of my pain centre, it would stop. A sharp slap merging into a
soft caress that lit me up from the inside. It was five, maybe ten minutes of
each, but hard to tell as I floated away, lost in Lucas, his body, his rhythm
and the sounds that were filling the air, mine, his and the steady beat of the
slow track.

The
more desire and pleasure saturated my cells, the harder the snap of the little
whip. Pain merged with pleasure. The more they came, the less they seemed to
hurt, my mind growing foggier as the unique sensations bombarded my brain with
a dozen different messages.

I
wasn’t certain how long it lasted, feeling Lucas suddenly behind me again,
those expert hands tenderly massaging my flesh and the pleasure floating
through me was indescribable. I felt like I was flying; my body singing to
Lucas’s delicious tune as his fingers found their way inside me and I was
drowning in sensation. Before I knew it, I was unravelling, bucking against the
restraints as my body erupted in pure unbridled bliss.

All
of a sudden the heat radiating from my back was covered, every cell enveloped as
Lucas stood behind me, pressing against my hot flesh and nuzzling the side of
my neck as the sweat from his chest cooled me down. He brushed his fingers
tantalisingly over the damp inside of my thighs and I groaned out loud, drunk
on the closeness of his skin and his scent, high on the feelings washing over
me. He stroked my clit gently before forcing his wet fingers into my mouth.

“Suck,
Jess, taste how much you like this,” he growled against my ear as I opened
wide, moaning loudly as his other hand circled my clit relentlessly, sucking
hard on his fingers. In seconds I was consumed again by the most intense orgasm
of my life as Lucas rubbed his hand across my buzzing nerves. “You need this,
baby,” he whispered and he was right, I did. In that moment there was nothing I
needed more and with one stroke of his long firm finger, I came apart
forcefully, collapsing as the restraints took my weight, my body shuddering
uncontrollably under the sheer force of what I’d just been exposed to.

I
knew now exactly what he meant by showing me just how pleasurable the right
amount of pain could be. My body was on fire with heat, sore yet sated; my mind
closed to everything but the sensations he delivered. He was an expert, a
master of this art and the strength of my desire to please him skyrocketed in that
moment. I saw nothing but those incredible eyes as he uncuffed me from the
cross and carried me gently to the huge red bed.

He
laid me down on my front, and I wondered for a second whether he’d take me like
that. I was woozy and exhausted and had no energy for anything but lying still
as I felt the coolness burst across my back. I wasn’t certain what he was
doing, or what he was rubbing across my skin, but the heat was subsiding,
Lucas’s soft, firm hands sending me into a heavenly space, sinking deeper and
deeper into the mattress.

“I
need to get back for Dex,” I said, feeling like I was floating, blissfully high
on endorphins and it was taking me all my time just to speak, my words almost
incoherent as Lucas looked down at me.

 
“Already?” he asked as I nodded, ensnared by a
strange euphoria I had never felt before as he frowned slightly, moving to pull
his cell phone from his jacket pocket and I heard the word “Chocolate” before I
zoned out completely, never wanting this feeling to end.

“What
time?” he asked as I whispered “Six,” feeling it must be that now as he smiled
gently, retrieving a blanket and pulling me against his hot, hard chest as we
lay together.

“We
have some time,” he smiled moving to answer the knock on the door, returning
and feeding me a chunk of chocolate as he smiled, kissing my mouth as I let the
smooth sweetness slide across my tongue.

“Why
are you giving me chocolate?” I asked, still revelling in this floating feeling
as he lay beside me, pulling me close.

“It
will release endorphins. You’re in subspace, sweetheart, and you need to rest.
We’ll pick up Dexter together and go and watch a movie at my place, it’s still
early,” he smiled as I nodded. I was in no fit state to argue. Besides, watching
a movie with my two favourite boys sounded heavenly.

Lucas
didn’t make a move to fuck me, just lying beside me as I basked in euphoria,
smiling down at me, kissing me gently and trailing soft fingers up and down my
arm. I doubted I’d have had the strength anyway, warmed by the knowledge he had
taken me to the heights of pleasure without demanding any sexual release for
himself. It was novel, unique and utterly selfless as I curled into him, trying
to mutter the occasional sentence, but most of the time it was pretty
incoherent as he laughed softly.

I
wondered whether this is what taking drugs felt like. If it was I had a whole
new sympathy for addicts. I could get used to this way too easily, my blood
felt somehow lighter and filled with a buzzing electricity it was difficult to
compare to anything I’d felt before. My worries had dissipated, fears and
anxieties far from my mind as he moved me eventually, dressing me tenderly. I
didn’t want to move, glad that he’d taken charge of getting me home, left to my
own devices I’d have stayed here all night.

We
were in the car before I knew what
was
happening as
Lucas dialled Chas over the telephone system. “We’re coming for Dex and taking
him to my place. Can you pack him an overnight bag?” Lucas asked, turning to
smile at me.

“Sure.
I need to be out of here in about an hour, will you be back by then?” she
asked.

“Yes,”
Lucas answered, smiling as he glanced and the clock and then at me.

“Where’s
Jess, Lucas?” she asked as he glanced at me again, smiling back as my head
lolled peacefully against the seat.

“Right
here,” he said, laughing gently as he hung up the phone and we drove in silence
before he pulled up to the apartment.

“Stay
there, baby, I’ll get him,” he smiled and I was grateful, unsure whether my
limbs were actually operational yet. I don’t know what the hell he’d done to me
tonight, but it felt blissful.