Cherry Bomb (7 page)

I gasped. Drake became possessed. He snapped.
There was a primal need to control in his eyes. I trembled as he
pushed me over at the waist.

“Hold your ankles,” he barked out. There was
not an ounce of tenderness in his voice; all I heard was the
no-holds-barred Dom. “I’m going to fuck you hard.” He yanked my
hair, causing me to hold my head up. I gripped my ankles
tighter.

He rammed into me with no mercy. My eyes
closed at the intrusion. He slapped my ass with such force it
caused me to bump my forehead into the mirror. “Open your damn eyes
and watch me fuck this astonishing body of yours.”

My eyes popped open and I believed I couldn’t
close them if I tried. I watched not myself but his face. He was
consumed with a fire that I lit. Occasionally, I would start to
droop and he would whack my ass. Every smack caused my skin to
burn, but more, it caused my pussy to quiver around his massive
cock. I started to beg for a spanking. He stopped fucking me,
grabbed a wad of my hair, and dragged me to a small wooden bench.
He threw me on it. “Lay down.”

I moved faster than I even knew I could. Sir
tied me securely to all four legs of the bench then took a belt off
the wall. He started mercilessly hitting me over and over. The
juices started to spill out of my pussy. I bit my lip. I was going
to have another orgasm from the bite of a belt.

“No,” I screamed out. That was not how my
body was supposed to function. I avoided pain; I didn’t embrace
it.

“Come, my little pain slut,” Sir hissed. It
was the final straw. I came apart with one more blow of the belt
and briefly passed out.

Holy fucking hell!

I inhaled. The sight of her exquisite face
scrunching up in an orgasm at my doing was only topped by the sound
of her screaming my name. I was a lost man, no longer able to think
of the future without her in it. Much less, the next few days. Fear
of giving myself over to someone was crippling, but I pushed that
thought to the back of my mind as I pounded my dick inside her,
drowning myself in the waves of pleasure only Cherry Webb has ever
given me.

She pulsed around my cock, making time stand
still. I’ve had more than my fair share of beautiful faces, and so
called perfect bodies, but not once had anybody made me feel as if
I had seen God; pure ecstasy and unadulterated glory. Her muscles
tightened and clenched around me. She was coming apart at the core.
I kept pushing in her until her whimpers turned from moans to
screams. Her entire body shook as she was washed with an
earth-shattering orgasm, causing me to empty my seeds out in the
plastic condom I was wearing.

I took three steps backed and watched another
orgasm course through her delectable body. Her ass was stuck up in
the air with the red imprints of a belt. I couldn’t stop from
smiling. I had left that ass the way it should always be,
branded.

Shit
, I knew she was sweet, but she
was even beyond that. She was the closest I would ever be able to
get to heaven.

I tore the condom off and chucked it into the
corner before untying her from the prison of ropes she was in. I
took her in my arms and did something that shocked even me. I said,
“Will you stay with me tonight?”

I never asked them to stay. However for once,
there was nothing I wanted more.
Why?
I couldn’t put into
words. I didn’t know how to be the knight. How to even give two
rats asses about anyone, but she was what I needed. I knew without
a shadow of a doubt; Cherry Webb was what I had spent a long time
looking for. She had changed me. Hell, she touched an unexplored
part of me. A part I didn’t even know I possessed but a part I
wanted to explore further with her.

She nodded her head and held closer against
my chest. I could get so damn use to this cuddling thing. If it was
Cherry I got to snuggle. Maybe for once, I found the one I could be
something other than an asshole to.

She started shaking so I held her back away
from my body to see what had happened. Her eyes were soaked in
tears. It ripped me to see her crying. I swept my thumb across her
cheek, wiping a tear away.

“Why are you crying, my sweetheart?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never had someone make me
feel like that,” she answered then sucked her quivering lip through
her teeth.

I burrowed her back into my arms, wanting her
as close to me as I could possibly get her, and felt the rise and
fall of her chest. “Well, I must be the luckiest damn bastard in
the world because I got to. That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

In the past few days, she had shined a light
on a part of me I liked.

Her eyes pierced mine. She didn’t believe me.
She couldn’t understand. That was the best I had ever had. She was
my best. But how could I convince her when I couldn’t even
understand it myself. She had moved me. She was just a woman and
hell, I’ve had plenty of women, and in a lot of ways she was like
them all. I couldn’t tell you why she was different. What she had
done to me that not one other woman had? Was it even fair to ask
her into my life? Could I even learn what she needed? Did I really
want to let my emotions out? I never dream my life would come down
to this. Deciding whether to fight for the girl or simply to keep
my go to hell lifestyle? I shook my head, trying to calm down as
the tears still rolled down her face.

“I’m fat. A girl like me doesn’t get to have
a guy like you.” Those words came from her lips unbidden and
fast.

A girl like her. A guy like me. Her ex better
pray I never run across him because I was ready to hurt him. Cherry
was a gift I was just getting to open, and I was making it my new
goal to force her to see what a precious prize she was.

I tipped up my lips into a smirk. “Oh, but
you do, and I am going to spend the rest of the night proving to
you that all you have to offer I want,” I whispered, and kissed her
shoulder on the round curve where her arm began. “You’re a
masterpiece.”

I scooped her up in my arms, and started to
carry her back to the bed.

She lightly smacked her hand over my chest.
“You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“The only thing I am going to do tonight is
worship your body.”

I woke the following morning in Drake’s bed,
and for a brief moment, I was not sure what time it was, and really
didn’t care. After following Drake back to his condo, he had made
love to my body and had given me more orgasms in one night than
James had in sixteen years.

I would have laid there for hours if I didn’t
miss the warmth of Drake and could smell bacon cooking.

I sat on the side of the bed and found that
Drake had laid a fluffy white robe over a chair for me. On top of
the robe was a small card inscribed with the following words.

Thank you for showing me that feeling is not
always the worst thing in this big world. Often it is the best. I
pray I can make you feel as perfect as you are. Yours, Drake

I found Drake sitting at the kitchen table
twisting his cell phone around in his hand with a look of death on
his face.

I walked over to the coffee pot and poured
myself a cup. Still he never said a word. I closed my eyes, sure he
was going to tell me last night was a big mistake.

“I told you my name, and you haven’t even
signed a nondisclosure agreement. Fuck, I even brought you home
with me. I never bring them home.” He placed the phone down on the
table and hopped up to pour himself a cup of coffee. “Hell, I like
having you here,” he said, still without a trace of his remarkable
smile.

I gulped backed the fear I was choking on,
and took a sip of the coffee, scalding my mouth. I welcomed the
pain. It distracted me from the pain in his eyes.

“Stay the weekend with me?” He tousled his
hair back. “Your kids will be at their dad’s all weekend.”

I stood and wrapped the robe tighter around
my body. How did he know? How did he even know I had kids? The
night before came rushing back to me. I had slept with a man who I
didn’t even know his name until after the fact. I was no better
than my ex-husband. I was horny and tapped the first piece of
good-looking ass that came my way. Since the night I had caught my
ex-husband humping my so-called best friend, I had been locked in a
prison of numbness. I had simply been going through the motions of
life. Nothing had broken through. Except this one man. His touch
left me reeling. I shook my head. He had obliviously left me unable
to think straight because I would’ve never slept with any other man
so easily.

“How do you know about my kids? How the hell
do you know anything about me?”

I started to turn and walk away when I felt
him at my back.

I rolled my head, tickling my cheek over the
crisp hair on his chest, and could hear his heart beating, feel his
breath on my cheek, and his warm skin against my back. I closed my
eyes, no matter how much my body became alive around him, my head
was fully aware that this was wrong.
Hell,
I could’ve almost
been his mother. At least, a much older sister.

“It’s my job. I needed to protect myself. But
the more I learned the more I wanted you.”

“You didn’t need to know anything about some
girl you fucked for one night,” I whispered and took a step.
I
sure as hell don’t know crap about you.
“This is royally
fucked-up.”

My heart pounded almost as loudly as my head
was screaming NO. I didn’t even take the time to change out of the
bathrobe I was wearing. I simply grabbed my purse off the entry
table and dashed out the door, leaving it open in my path.

“Cherry,” Drake yelled as I put my car in
reverse.

I stood in the doorway and watched the road
long after she had driven away. My head tried to convince myself
she was only a job but I knew that was a lie. Mrs. Webb quit being
only a job when she fell through the door at my club. I haven’t
felt this way in years. Maybe, ever. She trusted me with her body
but not her true inner self. I had spooked her. The truth be known,
all this spooked me too.

Dedication

My dedication is to my children T &
N.

My beautiful daughter, if you could only see
what I see when I look at you; a girl with child-like wonder and a
woman ready to take on the world wrapped in a package of pure
beauty, grace, and love.

My curious son, you make each day brighter
by the way you see it with a wonderment that exceeds even the
greatest minds and a stubbornness to take on any challenge.

Soulmate

A person with whom you have an immediate
connection the moment you meet – a connection so strong that you
are drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before. As
this connection develops over time, you experience a love so deep,
strong, and complex that you begin to doubt that you have ever
truly loved before.

To my one true soulmate, thank you for
showing me daily what true love looks like.

Love you always

I drove the short distance from his house to
mine. It was the longest damn drive of my life. My first walk of
shame. I let a man who meant nothing to me do things to my body I
deemed dirty and immoral only days before. I was a piece of ass he
probably had already forgotten.

I had never done anything even remotely close
to this. Drake never made me any promises; didn’t even say it meant
anything to him, but I thought we shared a connection.

I tapped my hand against the steering wheel.
Every movement I made hurt. Not the kind of hurt that was caused by
a physical ache but the kind that came from having your heart
ripped from your chest. I had been dead inside for long enough, and
would forgive myself for allowing one moment of complete
liberation. I would never see him again anyway.

Get a grip, Cherry. You acted like a filthy
whore. It is time to move on and act like a mom.

I pulled into my driveway, and glanced
around. I lived in an upscale neighborhood full of Stepford wives
but it was empty and meaningless. I wanted the life Drake could
offer but after sixteen years playing the role of Queen Bee among
the wives, I knew it was a life I could never have.

I waved as the newest housewife in the
community jog passed by in a pair of hot-pink yoga pants and a
black halter top. I was sporting the white terrycloth robe that
belonged to Drake, having not grabbed any of my clothes at Drake’s
house. I paused for a minute. My walk of shame was complete.

I got out of the car to make a quick dash to
the door when I heard the phone ring for the first time.
Master.
I declined the call, but within seconds, the phone
buzzed in my hand again.