Lucas: The Hunter Brothers Series (40 page)

I
heard only the sound of running of water before soft footsteps on the thick
carpet as I turned, stretching my arms, yawning gently and looking up at him in
sheer adoration.

“Hey,
Lucas,” I smiled, taken aback slightly by the stern look on his face as I
frowned, suddenly remembering the rules. “I’m sorry, I mean Sir,” I said
quickly as a small smile played around his mouth and he walked across to the
bed, bending to kiss my mouth in the most delectable soft touch with those
incredible full lips, pulling back the covers as I stretched again.

“I’m
going to wash you now, sub,” he said, taking my hand as I climbed out of bed and
leading me across to the huge en-suite. I took one look at the Jacuzzi tub
brimming with bubbles that smelled of Lucas and smiled up at him broadly. To my
aching limbs, the hot water resembled a circular slice of heaven and I wasted
no time engulfing myself in the silky liquid, moaning my appreciation.

The
warmth permeated immediately, invading my skin and the muscles beneath with a
blissful heat and I hoped that Lucas would join me. Instead he sat on the edge,
rubbing every inch of me with a soft cloth as I closed my eyes, lay back,
stretching and relaxing as he chuckled deeply.

“Are
you enjoying yourself?” he smiled as I nodded enthusiastically, until he
suddenly announced, “Time’s up.” I was reticent to get out, but took his hand,
knowing that in another few moments I’d have probably been asleep again, my
body exhausted with the erotic onslaught he’d unleashed this morning.

He
was wearing only loose fitting dark grey lounge pants hanging low on those
incredible hips and his body looked utterly delectable; hard and firm, strong
and captivating. I let him dry me with a thick fluffy towel before he wrapped
me in a robe. I noticed the soft wet tendrils of hair around the nape of his
neck and guessed that he’d already showered as he led me back to the living
room and the huge white couch with its glittering view of central London.

“Would
you like to eat in here or in the kitchen?” he asked and I understood the
question perfectly. Did I need to speak freely, or not? I didn’t. The point of
today was to clear my mind and he’d done it. In there I would be brimming with
questions, the real world would invade my thoughts and it would take me just as
long to shut down again.

The
truth was I was basking in the euphoric bliss of my empty head space, feeling
everything Lucas was giving me too much to risk disrupting it now. “In here
please, Sir,” I said as he smiled and nodded and the happiness in his eyes was
unmistakeable, washing over me in a wave of warmth as heavenly as the bubbles
I’d just bathed in.

He
left, walking towards the the kitchen, reappearing moments later with a hot
chicken salad and what smelt like home-made bread as I wondered momentarily
just how long I’d slept for. There was no concept of time. It was as redundant
as every other real life practicality right now as he sat beside me and began
to eat in silence.

It
was absolutely delicious and I devoured every mouthful, stopping only to notice
the glow of pride that was emanating from every pore of Lucas’s being. I wanted
to ask him about it but I wouldn’t, concentrating only on my meal. Whatever I
was doing was making him happy and today that was the only wonderful goal I
had.

As
soon as we had finished lunch the three word command came again. “Strip and
kneel.”

I
followed it without hesitation, sitting patiently as Lucas worked, soaking in
the silence and thinking of nothing but when his touch would come again. I
wasn’t there as long this time before he beckoned me onto his knee, laying me
roughly across his lap. My gaze was trained at the floor, relishing his firm
hands across the skin of my back, tracing my spine before kneading the hot
flesh of my buttocks as I moaned gently, still against the hard muscles of his
legs.

“I
am going to spank you now, sub, and you will count them out,” he said as my
body tensed, my mind racing back to the afternoon at the club as I shut my
eyes, panicking slightly.

“Relax,”
he said, soothing his hands gently across my skin in a circular motion and I
wasn’t certain my cells could take any more punishment, particularly the harsh
fierce stinging I’d felt that day. The word ‘Amber’ played on my tongue and his
hand crashed down.

It
was loud and it stung, but it was momentary and not painful, bringing heat and
warmth as arousal flooded my centre. This wasn’t a punishment spanking, it was
something else entirely, and I forced the word “One” from my dry mouth. The
second one came, this time right on the bottom of my backside and I gasped,
crying out in pleasure at the sensation.

The
pain was fleeting, usurped by a much greater intensity of warmth and arousal,
and my pussy began to pulse against his leg in a fierce response to the
stimulus. “Two.”

“Good
girl,” I heard as the third and fourth came down in quick succession before I
felt the tip of Lucas’s finger running across my hot wet pussy, groaning as his
cock solidified beneath me.

I
pressed hard against it with my stomach as he punished me with an extra hard
slap and I yelped at the sting as the fierce heat radiated across the soft
flesh of my cheek.

“Five.”

“Your
arse looks beautiful when it’s glowing red from my hand,” he said, rubbing firm
fingers across the aggravated area, bringing pleasure from the pain, smooth
circular motions left and right as I pressed my pussy against his leg trying to
find some relief.

I
moaned out loud as his fingers found my clit, rubbing my moisture over the
swollen nub as he forced my legs roughly apart. “You are not to come, sub. Do
you understand?” he asked forcefully as I gasped a breathy, “Yes, Sir,” trying
to figure out how the hell I was supposed to stop myself when he was touching
me like that.

“Don’t
come,” he growled as his fingers moved harder and faster, sending me spiralling
towards my orgasm. I tried to think of anything other than the feelings of
incredible bliss that were firing through me.

“I
don’t know how to stop, Sir,” I moaned breathlessly.

“Find
a way,” he replied seriously as I tried to shut out the pleasure that was
bombarding my brain, blanking out my thoughts, but it was just no use.

“Please,
Sir, I don’t know how,” I cried as he stopped abruptly, giving my senses a
moment to calm before starting again, and this time it felt even more intense
than before. “Oh, God, I can’t, Sir, I’m sorry I...” I started. My voice trailed
off, turning into a deep groan from the base of my throat as he thrust my body headlong
into a powerful orgasm that shook me to the depths of my core as I shuddered
uncontrollably against his lap.

“That’s
another thing we need to work on,” he said as I turned my head, apology written
in every feature of my face as he watched me closely.

“I’m
sorry,” I whispered as he just watched me, eventually gesturing for me to stand.

“Follow
me,” he said firmly as I wondered whether I was in for a punishment, walking
behind him as he made his way back into the bedroom.

“Climb
on the bed on all fours and open yourself to me. Then you can beg me to fuck
your arse,” he said as my eyes widened, taking in his expression as his mouth shaped
itself into the unreadable line that was so familiar.

“You
just disappointed me, don’t do it again,” he said as I moved quickly, climbing
onto the bed as instructed and spreading myself wide open. I listened to him
moving around and opening and closing a drawer. It was only seconds later when
I felt him behind me and I knew what I had to do.

“I’m
sorry I came, Sir. Please fuck my arse,” I begged, ignoring the humiliation
that was burning my cheeks as he walked to the head of the bed, gazing at me
intently.

“Ask
me again,” he growled as I stared up at him, my face pink and my arse still
stinging, knowing it was bright red, open and exposed as he gazed down at me.

“Please,
Sir, please fuck me there,” I said again watching his blue eyes blazing, black
pupils dilated and his gaze hooded as he smiled softly.

“Is
that what you want, little sub? You want me to claim your arse for being a
naughty girl?” he asked as I nodded.

“Yes,
Sir,” I breathed nervously as he ran a single finger down the length of my soft
cheek, moving behind me as I gasped at the sudden burst of freezing cold lube
against my forbidden entrance.

“Naughty
little sub,” he said, as I felt the wide end of his cock against my hole,
pushing its way through the tight resistance as he groaned deeply. Last time
he’d been sheathed, this time he wasn’t, and I gasped at the feel of his skin
against mine, the hot hard shaft that was forcing its way into me as I was
gripped by need.

I
pushed out further, granting him access and desperate to please as he moaned
and cursed, thrusting almost violently and sending me hurtling forward as I
tried to hold my position on all fours. “Fuck, that feels so good, baby,” he
groaned as I gasped, turned on by his words, elated that I was pleasing him so,
and moaning deeply as he pounded into me.

It
was deeper and harder than before and I could feel every jerk and twitch of
that glorious cock as he claimed me completely, matching his thrusts with my
own, lost in the heat, the pain and pleasure and crying out loudly, shamelessly
and wantonly, eagerly receiving everything Lucas had to give.

“Now,
I’m going to fill your arse with my cum. Hot and deep so you know I own you
everywhere,” he growled, pinching my clit hard between his fingers as I cried
out loud. My body responded fiercely as he slapped my pussy with one hand,
pulling my hair with the other and I unravelled again, lost in my own exquisite
release. I felt him still, warming me from the inside out with a burst of hot
wet seed and cursing loudly.

He
was gentle as he pulled out and I flopped down on the bed, sated and exhausted
and utterly overwhelmed. He kissed me softly on the forehead, gazing down at
me, stroking the damp tendrils of hair from my face. “That was incredible and I
will be coming to the presentation on Friday,” he said as my brain took a
moment to compute what he was saying. I was euphoric and blissful and in
absolutely no fit state to argue, wondering if yet again his timing was
deliberate. All I could do was smile back.

 
I could still feel Lucas inside me, my pussy
and my arse, for the first time wondering suddenly why he hadn’t used a condom.
I’d got pregnant before, even with one, and this was something that wouldn’t
wait. I stood on shaky limbs as he watched me closely.

“What
are you doing?” he asked as I gazed up at him.

 
“Please may I go to the kitchen, Sir?” I asked.

 
“Yes.” He pulled on those soft grey lounge
pants as I walked out of the bedroom. He walked in a few moments later with the
soft fluffy robe, wrapping it around me as I smiled up at him.

“Would
you like a drink, Jess?” he asked as I nodded, flooded with warmth at the use
of my name, rushing across to him as he poured out some juice, all but flinging
myself against that hot, hard body as he wrapped a strong arm around me,
holding me gently.

“What’s
on your mind, baby?” he asked, chuckling gently at the expression on my face as
his hand held my head softly in place, long fingers entangled in my blonde
waves.

“I
just needed to know why you didn’t use a condom today. You haven’t even asked
if I’m on the pill and I assumed it would be an issue for you, after Roberta
and everything,” I said as he seared me with an incredible gaze, a small curve
twisting on the side of his lip. God, he was beautiful and my heart fluttered
in my chest. One look
like
that and I was putty in his
hands. He knew it too, pulling me onto his lap as he sat at the kitchen table,
drinking his juice as I sipped on mine.

“I
know you’re on the pill, I saw them in your bathroom cabinet,” he smiled as I
stared at him wide eyed and astounded.

“If
you haven’t taken it, we can get some emergency contraception,” he said as I
shook my head in disbelief.

“I
wanted to fuck you bareback, so I did, Jess. I take what I want, is that still
unclear to you?” he asked, smirking again as I started to giggle.

“No,
Lucas, it isn’t,” I smiled. I had taken my pill, I always took it, condoms or
not. I never planned on having another surprise like Jake had left me with,
although I wouldn’t change that now for the entire world.

“So
did you take it?” he asked, still smiling as I nodded. “Good girl. Keep doing
that. Now I’ve experienced the feel of all of you, I won’t be going back to
condoms,” he winked as I laughed gently. I knew what he meant. Today had been
even more intense and intimate than usual.

“What
if I forget?” I asked, licking my lips as I watched his eyes narrow.

His
ex had tried to stitch him up with a fake pregnancy and I thought contraception
might prove to be a bigger deal. “I have to trust that you won’t,” he said,
filling me with warmth as I understood for the first time that he was placing
his faith in me as much as I was in him.