Cherry Bomb (29 page)

“Will you lock it?"

“No, because when I do I’ll never let you
take it off.” He raised back to a standing position and left me
feeling abandoned and alone. “I promise to never leave you again
but you have to promise to give me your all.”

My stomach plunged to my feet.
He already
had my all. He just didn’t know it.

“Lay on your stomach and place your hands on
your back.”

A second later, I assumed the position he
described, still never opening my eyes. Drake scraped his
fingernails down my legs and run a finger over the heels I was
wearing. “Don’t for a moment take these off tonight. Your legs in
these . . .” He let his thoughts trail off and worked my skirt up
around my waist, exposing my ass in the process. “Beautiful,” he
whispered and massaged his powerful hand in a circular motion over
my ass cheek, his touch was gentle but I could still feel the
hardness of his palm. Then rearing back his hand, he brought it
down over my ass with a stinging, gut-wrenching smack. I bit down
on my lip determined not to smile. He rubbed his hand back over my
ass and down my thigh before hooking a finger inside my panties. He
worked a finger down the saturated folds of my cleft. “Fuck, my
sweet cherry pie,” he said then ripped the panties I was wearing
off. Taking the destroyed material, he banded my wrists together
with it.

He rustled his jeans off then slapped them
across my back with a pop. My breathing went ragged when I realized
there was a roughness to his touch I had never sensed before.

A whimper escaped my lips when he started
rocking his large, hard cock back and forth between the crevices of
my ass. In one high-powered motion, he plunged into me hard and
dry. Him buried in me to the hilt was an assault I was not prepared
for. He pounded and pounded away at me.

“Shit, I wasn’t ready for you. I wasn’t ready
to allow someone to control my fucking heart,” he hissed out
between clutched teeth.

Wham! Fuck!
His hand landed on my ass
with a smack. Stinging pain speared my skin. The need to scream
overwhelmed me. The agonizing torture and the pounding of his cock
caused me to gush. Drake stroked a finger over my pulsating
clitoris before rimming it around my ass. "
No!"
I finally
screamed with no avail.

He plunged his finger in and wiggled deep
into my virgin asshole. “This is my body, say it.”

The deep timber of his voice was as
comforting as the sensation he was causing in my body. Another
finger joined the first as he fucked my ass. “Say it.”

“I’m yours. All of me.”
Especially my
heart.

“Always,” he whispered.

Right on the cusp of an orgasm, he pulled out
and walked around the bed until he was in front of me. “Open your
mouth and stick out your tongue.”

I did what he commanded as he coated my mouth
and tongue with his sperm. It was a first for me. I counted to
three, opened my eyes, and looked at him. Drake’s steady gaze
studied me for a long moment. His thick, hard cock was in line with
my face. I tried to bring my hands up to touch him. I could spend
the rest of my life tracing my fingers over the detailed lines of
his tattoos and it still would never be enough, but the restraints
on my wrist held on tightly. The need to please him was strong and
compelling. I jerked my head up and curled my lips over the tip of
his cock, and sucked gently. He hissed, his fingers gripping the
sheets around my head with white-knuckled force, only encouraging
me to take more of his shaft into my mouth. As his fingers worked
through the base of my hair, the strangest feeling flowed through
me. This was his way of making my problems go away. If only for a
brief and fleeting moment.

My body became aware of the way his hard
muscles moved against the softness of my skin, the way his hand
tenderly combed through my hair, his very scent. I reassured myself
that I could do this, he wanted it so I couldn’t help but please
him. Taking it slow, I brushed my lips teasingly, down the length
of his wide cock, and pulled back when I choked as his tip slipped
into my throat.

“
Oh, God.”
Came and came again from
his lips. The more he hissed the harder I worked his shaft into my
hallowed cheeks. His cock was soft velvet over hard steel. He
kneaded his fingers deep into my skull, coaxing me to take him
deeper.

Drake ever so slightly touched my cheek.
“Kiss it.”

Aroused by his request, I rubbed my clit over
the bed as I placed a soft kiss on the plush tip of his cock.

He let out the sweetest cry. “Damn, Cherry,
you’re too much.”

Under my slow assault, her throat softened
allowing me to go deeper and deeper. When I walked in and found her
crying in the floor, I broke. I wasn’t the main cause of her pain,
however, I was a major contributor. When I was five I blocked off
my heart and promised myself I would never let anybody in. Then she
happened.

Still deeper, I invaded her mouth, a bead of
my pre-come hit the tip of her tongue, and I knew for a fact I was
taking possession of what I would never let go of again. This was
not how I saw the night going, but when she looked up at me with
tears pooled in her eyes, I could read her thoughts and the complex
structure of her emotions. She needed me to possess her, a job I
gladly accepted. The one detail I didn’t account for was her
latching on to my heart and digging her claws in so deep, I knew I
would never be the same again.

She sucked her mouth tighter around my cock,
so I constricted my fingers around her neck, savoring the feel of
the back of her throat closing up on my tip. But the sweetest
feeling of all was when she placed a simple and gentle kiss on it.
I gasped when Cherry started trying to roll her hips into the
mattress as her appealing body grew with hunger. It upped the
sensation vibrating through my body. I drew away from her, letting
my cock fall from her lips with a plop, bent down, and placed a
kiss on the slight curve of her ass that was almost as sumptuous as
her voluptuous breasts. She moaned when I dragged teeth across the
bright red imprint of my hand, enjoying her realization that pain
more often than not twisted into erotic pleasure. “I so want to
bite you,” I said, nipping her skin hard enough to elicit a scream,
and snapped loose the restrains from her wrist.

With a quick flick of my hand, I flipped her
on her back. Her legs opened up to me. I lick my tongue between my
upper and bottom lip
. Damn, she was magnificent.

When she raised her head to say something, I
dived in and took those soft, sweet pink lips of her inner folds
into my mouth. I gripped her back to pull her tighter against my
face, and placed my other hand at the bend of her knee, keeping her
tilted at the right angle to toy with her pussy, nibble on her
succulent clit, to run my tongue across her velvety opening.
Fuck, she tasted sweeter than I even remembered. God finally
answered my prayers and sent me an angel to save me.

“The last few days, I’ve gone to bed every
night remembering how it felt to bury my face between your legs.
God, its heaven,” I whispered then dove back down between her
thighs.

When I plunged my tongue into her opening,
she melted and screamed out, “Drake.” To hear my name on her lips
sent a shock through my body. This wasn’t an exchange between a Dom
and his sub but a man and woman as lovers.

Her tantalizing lips of her clit seemed to
spasm wildly under each flick of my tongue as I lapped up the hot
juices from her release. The only good my past will ever serve was
the fact I knew how to bring her to this place.

“Fuck me, please,” she lightly whispered
under a long and heavy breath.

Reluctantly, I pulled back from her but not
before tugging on her clit one more time with my teeth.

I reached out my hand and slipped it around
her neck. “Does my pretty little cherry pie want my cock?” I asked,
running my lips over her, wanting her to taste herself on my
mouth.

“Yes, Master,” she answered.

I went to correct her. As wonderful as
hearing her say Master was, I wanted it to be about Drake and
Cherry. But the look on her face, stopped me. She wore a look of
pure peace on that beautiful face. The whole room seem to catch
fire around me. "I fully intend to bury myself . . . very, very
deep . . ." I stroked a finger back over her wet slit. "Into this
beautiful body. But first, my pet, we need to talk."

Cherry set up and wrapped the blanket on the
bed around her trembling frame. The look of peace that shone on her
face only moments ago had been replaced with a dull glow of gloom.
I knelt down beside her and brushed her hair off her forehead.

“About what?” she asked and fiddled with the
collar on the shirt I was wearing.

“A lot, but first I want to show you
something.”

I unfastened the buttons on my shirt with
slow intention, and reveled in the feel of her finger as it
followed down the length of my chest.

As I slid the shirt off, I stood, bringing in
to view my newest tat, a cherry with a lit fuse, a cherry bomb, on
the apex of my thigh. The last night I was in Raleigh, I passed by
this small tattoo shop, and even though I had no idea where all of
this with her was going, I wanted a reminder of what Cherry had
brought into my life. She gasped.

“Talk to me,” he said.

My hand trembled as I traced around the
tattoo as I shook my head in disbelief. The skin around it was
inflamed and shiny from the ointment he had smeared over it. It
couldn’t have been more than a few days old. I clutched the quilt
tighter around me. He leaves for days on end and then crawls back
with some token, first the collar now this. The sad thing was I
took the scraps he threw at me because what I felt when I was with
him was greater than anything I ever felt before.

Drake’s expression reflected the flow of my
thoughts. He had always been able to read me. He stepped across the
room to a small bar in the corner. It was the first time; I had
even looked up long enough to take in the room. It was a small
space the held a bed, a dresser, and a small table. On the dresser
were four pictures, one of him and his dad, one of Katie and Grace,
one of him holding a baby, I assumed was Grace, and one of me that
up to a few days ago was on the table in my hallway. I tried hiding
the smile caused by that small measure of proof the he had fallen
for me.

His cleanliness was exemplary, his esthetics
were pleasing compared to most bachelor pads, notably absent from
the space were the posters of half-naked women, the occasional
sports memorabilia, and most importantly, the smell of stale beer
and stinky feet.

He poured some amber fluid into a small
glass, and walked back over to me. “Here, it will give you some
courage.”

“Do you stay here often?” He carried me back
to his small condo the first night we were together, but the times
I talked to him at night he was always here, doing I had no
idea.

“Almost, every night I don't have Katie and
Grace.” He pointed to one of the two doors in the room. “My office
is in there. It’s easier. I can work then sleep a little then work
some more.”

“Kelly said you haven’t been here in almost
two months."

“I haven’t been to any of the club's
activities since you. But she has no idea about all my businesses.”
He tilted my chin up. “Asked the one question you really want to
ask.”

Could I? Was it even my business? What if
I didn’t get the answer I want?
“When was the last time . .
.”

He answered before I had a chance to finish
asking, “That girl that was totally inappropriate at Touchdown
Wings, it was her and some brunette, I can’t even remember their
names, about a week before I first ran into you at Touchdown the
first time.” He sat down beside me and cradled me against his side.
“I’ve had no desire to touch anyone else but you.”

I took the glass from his hand and gulped it
back, avoiding his eyes.

Drake’s warm hand tracing on my hip was
relaxing.

“You didn’t call me.”

I felt the tears form but before they had
time to touch my cheeks, Drake solid arm shifted me from the bed to
his lap. The only thing separating our bare skin was the blanket
wrapped solidly around me. But it was nothing sexual in his gaze,
he wanted to lay open all the secrets between us. I never felt more
exposed.

“I’m sorry, so sorry. I wanted to hear your
sweet voice. Baby, your voice makes me feel at peace. But how could
I call you, knowing everything I was doing was going to destroy
your life.”

“Because I needed to hear your voice.” I
finally give into the urge to place my head on his shoulder.

“You had my number. Why didn’t you call me?”
he asked.

I snuggled my head against his collarbone,
feeling protected and safe. The image of Drake standing in the
parking lot after our altercation with James, crushed and defeated,
played in my head. I left him there hurting, and what did he do?
What he could to protect me and my kids. “You went to Raleigh to
get the proof I needed?”

He nodded, then kissed my shoulder. “My early
years were totally fucked and left me a cold-hearted bastard and
also with this idea that women were only good for an orgasm and
whatever I could use them for. So I found it strange that your
pictures had a pull on me. But I just bypassed it as intense lust.
Then I started to follow you like I was paid to do. Fuck . . . this
is hard. I loved watching you. I think I came a little
obsessed.”

“Wait, it was you by my neighbor’s mailbox?”
I said against the skin on his neck.

“Yes, I wanted you to see me so maybe you
would be scared and a little cautious,” he said into my hair. “In
the process of watching you, I figured out James was trying to fuck
with your whole life. I couldn’t understand him and why anybody in
their right mind would have a woman like you and throw it away.
Then I met you. Oh, Babe, the night you showed up at my club I knew
I was fucked. But I didn’t want to be. I told myself you were just
another girl and no good. Then came the night you allowed me to
have you at the club. I spent hours getting ready for it. But damn,
it was perfect and worth lighting all those candles for. The term
making love used to send me rolling. Sex was a fuck to give you a
few moments of pleasure. People only put terms on it to make what
they were doing seem, hell, I don’t know holier. But when you
happened . . . I felt those feelings. I remember not wanting it to
stop. Up until you, I left whoever for one of my regular subs to
clean up and untie. No way in hell was I letting anybody see you
like that, even another damn woman. I still remember the knot in my
throat when I woke up and realized I had carried you back to my
house. Never have I allowed someone from the club in my house and
the most important rule, never give them my name. But rules didn’t
matter with you. You were special.”