Lucas: The Hunter Brothers Series (35 page)

“Anyway,
she described you as untouchable when I first told her you were my boss. I
hadn’t heard the term before – basically it means aloof and unapproachable and
you don’t let just anyone wiggle their tits in your face. She probably tried,”
I said as he laughed.

“I
wouldn’t have noticed. Your tits, however, were a whole different story. That
silver bikini top, Mmmmmm,” he purred seductively, running his fingers over the
curves of my breasts as I flushed and laughed, loving that he’d remembered what
I was wearing although I doubted his reaction had been quite as intense as
mine.

“I
remember thinking that night how I’d never seen anyone quite so beautiful,
Lucas. I was elated for a second when I found out you were my boss, until I saw
the look on your face. You looked horrified,” I said as he laughed.

“I
know. I’d spent all fucking day trying to figure out how to get rid of Jessica
Evangelista, and then you turned around and I spent the next few weeks
wondering how the hell I was supposed to keep my damn cock under control,” he
laughed as I stared at him wide eyed.

“Really”
I giggled, gazing at him as he blew out in a deep exaggerated sigh and nodded.

“Really”
he said seriously, shaking his head and sending a giddy, jubilant rush the
entire length of my body.

“I
rarely lose it, Jess, but that morning of the New York trip, it took everything
I had not to haul you over that desk, spank you and screw you until you
couldn’t walk. I don’t think I’ve ever been as livid... or as fucking horny.
It’s fair to say when it comes to you, Miss Evangelista that I am not
untouchable, far from it,” he laughed softly as I grinned broadly, floating in
the knowledge that even then when I thought he hated me, Lucas was as affected
by me as I’d been by him.

I
was ecstatic and it was hard to get my head in the game now, but I needed to. I
still had more questions.

“Why
do you do so much business with Roberta?”I asked and the look on his face was
suddenly pensive.

“I
made a couple of rash decisions when I took over Hunter Industries,” he sighed.
“I like control as you know, and I didn’t have a lot growing up, so when I got
it, it kind of went to my head. I was young and impetuous and I wanted to make
my mark. I didn’t take the advice I was offered and the business paid for it.”

“Why
didn’t you have a lot of control?”

“My
father,” he laughed.
 
“He was a good dad,
but he was a driver. I was his eldest son and he wanted me to be the best. He
was on my back constantly, determining everything I did – captain of the
football team, cricket team, rugby team, debating team, rowing team - you name
it. Second wasn’t an option. He demanded perfection. I’m not complaining
because it served me well, but at times it was unrelenting,” he said as I
smiled. No wonder he was so damned good at everything.

“He
made choices he felt were the best for me. I had no say in the matter. From the
second I was born it was determined I’d run the family business and I was
groomed for that. At least now I make sure I run it my way,” he winked, smiling
warmly.

“Was
he the same with all of you?” I asked as he shook his head gently.

“He
was with Charlie, but to less of an extent. He controlled his academic choices,
but there could only be one captain of every school team, and I wanted it just
as bad as my father did. There was no way Charlie was going to beat me,” he
said, flashing his eyebrows at me. The competitive element of Lucas’s character
came as absolutely no surprise. “So he got some pressure, but not as much.
Roman rebelled over everything. Jesus, he was a revelation, a real bad ass. If
he wasn’t fighting or smoking he was fucking women. Not girls, Jess, grown
women,” he laughed and his face lit up at the memory.

“He
was only about fifteen and there was a rumour doing the rounds that he’d been
caught screwing the librarian in the school grounds by the wife of the
caretaker. The story goes, that the only reason he didn’t get expelled was
because he fucked her too. Roman never confirmed or denied that story, but it
sealed his reputation. I heard the housekeeper joking with the maid once that
he should be permanently double sheathed, and that they could crack his bedding
in half if they left it unchanged for more than two days,” he laughed.

“Eww,
Lucas” I said, wrinkling my nose in disgust as he laughed heartily.

“He
was supposed to be going to Oxford like me and Charlie, but the fucker never
turned up. I’ll never forget the look on the old man’s face. He’d gone and
enlisted in the army and there was nothing my father could do, and believe me
he tried. By the time he got to Tyler, he was so grateful he wasn’t like Roman
that he eased off a bit and cut him
more slack
. Let’s
put it this way, if I’d have said I was playing guitar in a band for a living,
he’d have broken all my fucking fingers,” he laughed. I didn’t. I’d met Silus
Hunter and I could imagine.

“Academically
Tyler wasn’t that bright, but he certainly isn’t stupid. When he dropped the
band bombshell, my father was just about to lay into him when he suddenly
announced that he was also bi-sexual and his boyfriend was coming to stay for
the holidays.” There were tears of laughter clouding those beautiful eyes and I
was giggling uncontrollably. It was rare to see Lucas this way.

“What
happened?” I grinned as he shook his head, trying to compose himself.

“My
father shouted “You won’t be sucking cock under my roof, son” and Tyler started
running. To this day, I’ve no idea why, but he just took off and Dad followed.
He chased him all over the lawns, right the way down to the lake and back as we
stood there, howling with laughter. Roman had put him up to it. He told him ‘if
you know the shit is gonna hit the fan, throw two lots of shit, then everyone
will forget about the first and you only get punished once’. No one saw the
bi-sexual thing coming – even Roman was shocked,” he laughed.

“And
is he bi-sexual?” I asked. “I’ve no idea, sweetheart, but he was allowed to
join the band and we never saw the boyfriend.”

“What
did your mum say?” I asked, realising that Lucas had never mentioned her. A
brief flicker of sadness flashed across his features.

“Funnily
enough it was the only time Mum ever really shocked me. She was a real lady,
beautiful and classy. She took my father into the study when he got back in
from the garden, purple faced and ranting and raving. She was telling him that
Tyler needed to experiment, something to do with artistic temperament, and she
called me into the room. She said, ‘Tell your father, Lucas, he seems to have
forgotten that any hole is a goal at that age’. Honestly, Jess, I was
speechless,” he laughed as I gasped.

“What
did you do?” I asked, loving the insight into the young Lucas Hunter and his
family.

“I
told them they’d be better off asking Roman that, and got the hell out of
there. No man wants to be discussing with his mother where he sticks his cock.”

“So
when did you join the business?” I asked, trying to glean as much as I could
while he was in this infectious mood.

 
“I was twenty one when I got my first taste of
standing on my own two feet and I made the most of it.”

I
couldn’t resist asking the question; even now I wasn’t entirely sure. “How old
are you now?” I grinned as he laughed.

“Older than you!
Anyway,
I’m pretty headstrong and wanted to show I had a different way of doing things
and prove I was right. Twice I wasn’t and we would have lost a lot of money,
but I pulled in another investor, Roberta, and reclaimed my losses. From that
point she wanted in.”

“To
the business and to you,” I sighed as he nodded.

“Yeah.
So there
you are. A whistle stop tour of the Hunter family,” he smiled, brushing my lips
softly against his, the familiar soft zing of electricity lighting up my mouth
as he nipped my lips playfully with his teeth.

“Is
Roman still in the army?” I asked as he shook his head.

“He
was in the Special Forces for a while, but right now, sweetheart, I don’t know
where he is or if he’ll ever come back,” he said sadly as I frowned, desperate
to ask why until he seared me with a look that said ‘conversation closed’. I decided
to change the subject.

“Just
one more thing,” I smiled, yawning and cuddling into his chest. “When you first
visited Zac’s club, was it strange for you, or did you just take to being a
Dom?”

“Like
a duck to fucking water,” he laughed and it was the last thing I remember
hearing before I fell soft and warm into a deep and blissful sleep.

CHAPTER 27

I
woke with a start, staring at the clock for a moment, panicking wildly,
shooting out of bed and shouting at the top of my lungs. “Lucas, I’ve overslept
and Dex needs to get to school.” I pulled on my clothes haphazardly, knowing
I’d never make it across the city in the fifteen minutes before the morning
bell. Lucas walked into the room, lounging casually against the doorframe,
looking utterly glorious in a tailored three piece suit. There was amusement
etched in every feature as he watched me curiously, holding out a steaming cup
of tea.

“I
let you sleep in, you needed it. Dex is already at school, baby,” he smiled as
I sighed deeply, shaking my head, taking the tea, before I started to laugh. “You
look a little flustered, sweetheart, and you know how much I love it when you
blush,” he said, walking over as I sipped my drink and kissing me softly on the
forehead.

“You
look lovely in that suit,” I smiled and it was true. He oozed sex appeal,
looking every inch the model of success, the stubble shading his jaw adding a dark
sexual edge that was utterly irresistible.

“Stay
here and keep my bed warm. I have a meeting but I’ll be back soon. That’s not a
request, it’s an order,” he said firmly as his lip curved and I giggled warmly,
biting mine.

I
made a coffee and showered, lying back on the bed and flicking on the huge TV
that dominated the far wall. There seemed little point in dressing and I
figured I’d save Lucas some time when he returned, lounging in my underwear as
I clicked my way through the channels.

I
hated daytime television, exposed to endless hours of it in that squalid flat
when Dexter was a baby and I had no desire to immerse myself in it any further.
I walked across to the small cupboard by the wall mounted plasma, deciding I
could watch a film if there were any in here, rifling through the handful of
disks. I imagined most of them would be in the cinema room, and I had no idea
how to get that thing up and running.

My
heart stopped dead in my chest at the plain silver DVD, with a single word scrawled
across the front.
 
‘Amelia’. I recognised
the name instantly from the conversation I’d overheard between Lucas and Zac on
the day of that fateful spanking. Before I could stop myself it was in the
machine and I was pressing play.

It
was a room at the club, similar to the one we used but smaller. A pale thin
girl with long caramel hair was kneeling naked before Lucas and I felt
instantly sick. He was gazing down at her, yielding a whip and looking utterly
menacing.

“I
can’t, Sir,” she said over and over again, irritation etched firmly across his
brow. Her pleading eyes glanced up at him as he shook his head.

“Can’t,
Amelia? That is not a word I will tolerate. If you really can’t, you know what
to say.”

There
was no compassion in his words as she bowed her head. “Tulip,” she sighed
regretfully as Lucas strode away, out of shot of the camera, returning without
the whip. He offered his hand to help her from the floor, as cold as ice and
nothing like the man I knew.

“Can
we try something else, Sir?” she asked, naked and vulnerable as his face
softened slightly and he shook his head again.

“Amelia,
you have asked repeatedly to be my submissive, knowing in detail what would be
expected of you. My requirements and demands are all fully stipulated in the
contract you signed.”

“I
really wanted a chance, Sir. I thought I could do it,” she said as the
slightest of smiles formed on his mouth. “Can we try again?” she pleaded and it
was evident she was desperate for the chance to ‘play’ with Lucas and it was a
feeling I understood all too well.

“No
we cannot. You know as well as I do that a safeword signals the end of a scene.
You are experienced enough to know not to use it unless you are serious about
it,” he said as she nodded.

“We
are not compatible, Amelia,” he said firmly as she hung her head, dismissing
her suddenly and abruptly and I was stunned at how hard and callous he seemed.
He had never been that way with me.

The
recording stopped briefly, firing to life again seconds later and I knew it was
the same day. The camera was in the identical spot, and Lucas was wearing the
same loose denim jeans hanging low on his hips and nothing else.

A
beautiful auburn haired woman entered the frame in killer red lingerie and my
stomach began to churn. “You know what to do,” he said as Marianne knelt,
kissing his bare feet as I stared at the screen wide eyed, my heart hammering
in my chest. They were familiar. I could tell by their body language and I’d
known it instinctively that night in the wine bar, unable to bear it for another
second. I shot off the bed, ejecting the disk and throwing in back in the
cupboard as I tried to normalise my breathing.

What
the hell had I been thinking?

“Watching
me with other women is a fundamentally stupid idea for a girl with your
jealousy issues,” I heard, almost jumping out of my skin. My cheeks flared as I
looked across to the doorway to see Lucas lounging casually against it,
watching me closely. He was wearing the familiar impassive expression, while
mine betrayed the fact that I’d been caught red handed, snooping through his
stuff. My hand was in the cookie jar and I was in no position to deny it now.

“I’m
sorry. I was looking for a film to watch and I came across that. I know I
shouldn’t have Lucas...” I stumbled over my words as he calmly gestured for me
to sit on the bed. He sat beside me in a move that surprised me and I still had
no clue what he was thinking. “Are you mad?” I blurted out quickly, betraying
my panic as a small smile spread across his mouth.

“No,
Jess, I’m not mad,” he said as I exhaled in a huge sigh of relief. “I assume
you have questions about what you saw.” He tilted his head, searing me with
that incredible gaze as I nodded shyly. I couldn’t be certain but he almost
looked amused.

“If
I used my safeword, would it be the end?” I asked as a look of pure horror
spread across his face.

“No,
Jess, of course not. I hope it would never come to that. You have ‘Amber’, and
if you ever used that word I would strip the scene back to the last time you
were comfortable,” he said as I giggled.

“I’m
rarely comfortable,” I smirked, “But I know what you mean.”

“If
you ever need to use your safeword, Jess, use it. It stops the scene
immediately, but it does not signal the end of the relationship.” I was warmed
by his words, but it didn’t fit with what had happened on the film.

“You
dismissed Amelia,” I said, looking up at him, slightly puzzled.

“Yes
I did. We were not compatible, Jess and that is far from the case with you,
sweetheart,” he smiled, brushing my lips with his as I melted into him.

“You
seemed harder with them, Lucas, more distant and strict, a lot colder,” I said
as he nodded.

“I
was harsh. I was a strict Dom with a reputation for being firm and those subs
knew what they were signing up for. They requested it. I liked being the most
in demand Dom at the club, that’s what drove me, what I got off on. I liked to
see how much I could push their boundaries, humiliate them and make them
vulnerable. Sexually I was determined to master every one of them. It was
egotistical, Jess, but the truth is I was driven by variety and the thrill of a
new conquest,” he said as I swallowed hard.

All
that admission did was
ram
home how temporary our
strange arrangement was. I felt the blood drain from my face, worrying suddenly
that Lucas would tire of me, that I wasn’t experienced enough to be the kind of
submissive that would keep his attention.

“You’re
not as cold with me. If that’s what turns you on, I’m worried I’m not doing it
right,” I said as he frowned deeply, shaking his head.

“Who
is in charge sexually?” he asked as I glanced up at him.

“You
are,” I said as he nodded.

“So
if you were doing something wrong, whose responsibility is it to rectify that?”
he asked, tipping my chin up to hold my gaze.

“Yours.”

“Have
I ever been in any way dissatisfied with you sexually?” he asked, raising his
eyebrows.

“I
don’t think so, Lucas,” I said as he smiled and nodded.

“The
answer is no, sweetheart. You were new to this, so I toned it down a little. I
didn’t want to scare you off, but I want to do things with you that I have
never wanted to do with any other sub. That’s not because you’re inexperienced,
but because of
who
you are. You look incredible when
you’re wide open, begging for my cock or dripping with
my cum
.
I want to exploit that vulnerability and utilise that need, drive you on to
sexual highs that you’ve never even dreamed about, but that’s not driven by
ego, Jess. I want to fuck you on a soft bed, not a stone floor and I want to
hold you afterwards for every second as you float back down from your high. I
want to ruin you every fucking day, so when you close your eyes you see my
face; when you want to be held, it’s my arms that you dream about, and when you
need to be loved, it’s my body that you crave. It’s different with you. Everything
is different with you, baby.”

I
swallowed hard, stunned at Lucas’s admissions as my heart soared in my chest. I
was smiling broadly, unable to hide my joy at his words and realising there was
a lot to be said for open communication. There was only one more thing I needed
to know.

“Did
you ever film us, Lucas?”

“Have
I ever asked permission to film you?” he smiled as I shook my head. “And have I
ever told you you’re being filmed?”

“No.”

“Then
you’ve answered your own question. I made the films when I first joined the
club. Zac suggested it. It’s a good way to learn to read the signs. I’m an
impatient man, Jess, and I wanted to gain as much knowledge as possible, as
quickly as I could. There were things I picked up watching the scenes back that
I hadn’t noticed at the time. I’m experienced enough now not to need them. Although
that’s not to say I wouldn’t like a film of you and me, but not for the same
reasons,” he winked. “If you keep insisting on this separation and I’m sleeping
alone every night, it might come in useful,” he said as I laughed.

“Are
you pushing me again?” I asked, looking up at him as he laughed softly.

“I’ve
just blown off a meeting, come and make it worth my while,” he grinned, pulling
me on top of him and in a flash I was underneath him, pinned to the mattress. I
was never quite sure how he managed to do that. The rest of the morning was
just incredible.