Crave (6 page)

When the last of the soap was gone, and her skin was purified from the day’s horror, only then did he release the water. Ryder stood and gathered up a towel, enveloping her in its warmth as she emerged shivering from the draining tub.

He opened another door and led her into a bedroom. “I work from my home.”

She nodded. “I had a doctor years ago that did that. He was good. But he didn’t understand.”

“Not everyone can.” He closed the door behind them and removed the towel, placing it on top of a small hamper.

Naked, Linnet’s flesh tightened with goosebumps, her nipples hardening into small rosy buds. Her hair hung down in wet strips, and he went in search of a brush.

“Let me brush your hair.” He picked up a hairbrush from the dresser and joined her, running his fingers down the side of her face.

“Yes.”

***

She sat down on the bed and he followed, running the brush down the long tangles of her wet hair. Stroke after stroke he worked her until she swayed against him, a rag doll to this touch.

“God, Ryder…”

He placed the brush on the bed and captured her lips with his own, tasting her. She was intoxicating. Cinnamon and vanilla all swirled together in a spicy scent all her own.

His lips moved over her, easing her back against the bedding. “Why are you doing this?” she rasped.

“To give you pleasure.”

Lower and lower he went until his lips pressed against the rounded swell of her belly and finally the thatch of hair at the apex of her thighs.

“Open for me, Linnet.”

“I…” She tried to squirm away, but Ryder held her firmly in place. After a moment the muscles in her thighs relaxed and her legs parted, providing him entrance.

The fresh scent of her washed over him, and he delved between her thighs, pressing kisses against the folds of her sex. He opened her legs wider and slid his tongue inside of her pussy, penetrating her. Her arousal spilled over his tongue, sweet and luscious against his lips.

“Oh, God. Ryder…”

“Tell me what you desire.” He pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.

“Fuck me. With your mouth then with your cock.”

Still clothed, Ryder smiled.  “Your wish is my command, Mistress.” He unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off and onto the floor. In moments his pants and undergarments had joined the shirt, leaving him nude, his cock ready and able to take command.

He dove back in, dragging her close to the edge of the bed. His lips and tongue licked and sucked her tender pink flesh until she was writhing beneath him. Ryder flicked her erect clit with his tongue and Linnet began to buck against him. At that moment, he slid two of his fingers inside of her, fucking her as she climaxed all over his hand.

***

Her heart was going to come out of her chest. Her body still clenching from her release, she groaned as he moved away from her but smiled as she heard the telltale sound of a foil wrapper. Cock in hand, Ryder walked back toward the bed as he rolled the condom over his erection.

“I want you inside me. Now.”

“You have only to ask…”

His hair tousled and the steady gaze of his liquid brown eyes made her weak. She opened her legs, and he slid between them, the tip of his cock nudging her entrance.

“So many years I’ve waited to please you.” He whispered against her breast. He took her right nipple between his teeth and nipped her slightly, causing another flood of arousal between her thighs.

She arched her back, groaning as his lips claimed the left one, making stars appear behind her eyes as he brushed his cock up toward her sensitive clit.

He moved then, piercing her with his cock, filling her hard and fast. He stretched her wide, all of the empty places gone as he began to move.

Emotions whirled behind his eyes. “I want to watch you as I take you. Because next time it will be you taking me.”

“Ryder…” His words made her weak.

“No. In this, we take each other.” He thrust hard into her, splaying her wide, claiming every inch of her pussy as his own. Then he withdrew. “Come.”

She blinked and scrambled up, following him as he moved off the bed. The afternoon light shown through the drapes, and she tried in vain to keep her back pointed away from him so he wouldn’t see her scars. Her imperfection.

“Come here. Please, Mistress.”

“I don’t know why you’re calling me that here. You are the one in control.”

He shook his head. “No. It’s always been you. I’m merely guiding you where you need to go. Now, please turn around.”

Her legs wouldn’t work.  Panic slid in between her desire, and she froze, shaking her head. “I can’t.”

“Let me help you.” Ryder moved behind her, placing a kiss on her left shoulder. He worked silently down the ravaged landscape of her flesh, each kiss making her whole. His cock slid between her legs, and his hands caressed her breasts and belly, moving lower until they reached her pussy. Light as a feather, he brushed against the tuft of her mound, making her wiggle against him.

“That tickles.”

“Good. Now how about this?” He eased her forward toward the bed, spreading her legs wide. “Hold on.”

She bent over the mattress just in time for him to surge inside of her once again, only this time he filled her and paused, letting his weight sink in.

“You are beautiful. You are the Goddess of my world and have been since the day I met you. Never let me see you doubt yourself again.” With that he began to fuck her, his cock a piston inside her pussy.

His lips trailed down every scar, licking and caressing them until he could concentrate on nothing else but his cock and her imminent release. Her pussy constricted against him, and he groaned, reaching underneath her body to pleasure her clit.

“Come for me, Linnet. Mistress. I need to feel you come on my cock.” He wished he’d forgone the condom but it was too soon for that.

Linnet shuddered beneath him, grinding her body into the root of his cock, taking him deep. “Fuck me. Hard. Grab my hair and bury my face in the bed.”

A fist full of her mane, he pushed her face down to the mattress. He drove his cock into her over and over, fucking and filling her until she collapsed with a keening wail, her body twitching and spasming around him. His release exploded behind his eyes, his hips jerking and uncontrollably.

He eased up, withdrawing and disposed of the condom. She had turned over, staring up at the ceiling in wonder. Ryder padded up to the edge of the bed. He climbed onto the mattress and pulled her against him. 

“Sleep.” He tugged blankets over them both and spooned her from behind. His cock twitched but he ignored it, happy at last to hold her in his arms.

With a tender kiss on the scar on her right shoulder, he draped his arm over her and let sleep drag him down. Tomorrow would be another day. All he had to do was help keep her alive.

Gage scrunched his eyes shut, the evening news blaring in the background. Why he watched it he didn’t know but it felt better having the noise in the background. The club was quiet tonight, and those that were downstairs were subdued and nervous. A murderer was in their midst, and the horrific scene at The Ruins yesterday was leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.

He glanced up to watch the footage of the police crawling over the scene like ants. Ridiculous. The lot of them.

He couldn’t stop thinking of Linnet and the last time they’d spent together in his home. She’d been angry with him. Probably for some dumbass comment he’d made. She had been facing the stove, and he could sense her irritation as she stabbed at the eggs with the spatula. Breakfast was one of the things he most enjoyed about their days off together, but that day something had gotten under her skin. It had been building up to either a fight or a bout of hot make up sex for a few weeks now.

She had been at her wits’ end with school and the pressure her parents were placing on her to do well. It was starting to show through her perfect veneer of what she interpreted as good submissive behavior. He’d insisted on cooling it on weeknights until the end of the semester.

They say men don’t have the first clue about how to read a woman’s thoughts. It may be true for the most part. What he did see was the language of frustrated desire in every twist of her wrist, every shift of her feet as she looked anywhere but at him. Her robe was belted tightly around her waist, but with each movement of her hips, her breasts jiggled, and he felt himself begin to grow hard.

She was right to be angry with him, but he had planned to make it up to her that morning. She just didn’t know it yet.

“Smells wonderful,” he said, switching on the coffee pot, needing something after a long night at the computer. The warm aroma of percolating coffee permeated the air, and he breathed a mental sigh of relief. The kitchen was spotless, attesting to just how pissed she was at him for taking the same side as her parents. The green marble counters polished bright, and the ginger-colored cabinets gleamed in their newly waxed state.

Oh, boy.

Her stance was stiff. She was furious, and it showed.

“Thanks,” Linnet mumbled, turning her face enough to let him see the firm line of her lips pressed into a frown. She focused her attention back to the pan. The buttery smell of the eggs made his mouth water, but so did the hypnotic movement of her ass under the robe.

The sizzle of the bacon crisping in the oven about did him in as she bent over to check.  The robe crept up so he could see a hint of her white cotton panties winking from underneath. It was hard to focus on pouring coffee, watching her ass wiggle as she turned the bacon over to let it cook for the last few minutes and drain. God she was so fucking beautiful. She thought because he’d been teaching her the service aspect of submission she’d become something less. How far that had been from the truth.

She stood up straight, pulling the eggs off the heat and switching off the oven. Watching her move in the kitchen was like watching her dance. Every move was coordinated. Every effort accomplishing at least three things simultaneously.

She took two plates out of the cupboard and divided the eggs. Linnet popped the pan in the sink and reached into the oven for the bacon tray before he could even add cream to his coffee. It made the front of his jeans uncomfortably tight. He wondered if anyone had ever popped a zipper before breakfast. If it were possible, that day might just be in the running. Fuck. Just focus.

He sat at the bar end of the island, and she slid a napkin and fork over to him. Moving the napkin into his lap, he salivated at the plate she put in front of him. The scrambled eggs were a beautiful light yellow, whipped to perfection, and the bacon was still hot and crisp from the oven.

“Thanks. It looks great,” he remembered saying.

“You’re welcome,” Linnet murmured, not meeting his eyes.

Gage had swallowed the first bite of fluffy eggs and closed his eyes as he relished the flavor. Delicious. In six bites the eggs were gone, and he was almost done with the bacon. She nibbled at her own breakfast, reading her book next to him, trying so hard to pretend he wasn’t there he almost laughed.

“So, what do you want to do today?” he asked, sliding off the bar stool and bringing his plate to the sink. As he passed behind her, he pressed his body against hers and buried his nose in her hair. Her skin smelled of her lavender shampoo, the intoxicating scent of bacon and her natural musk. She froze, unsure of how to react. He could tell she wanted to melt against him, but her pride wouldn’t let her.

He ground his cock against her ass and wrapped his arms around her, cupping her breasts in his hands. His fingers moved around her nipples and it felt so erotic, touching her through the satin of the robe. Gage wanted to lift her off the barstool right then and fuck her from behind, but her body needed warming up.

“What are you doing?” she asked. There was a breathless quality to her voice he hadn’t heard in way too long. It was his fault. He accepted it. His work took him away for days at a time and now with her long hours at school, their time together was special. He hated that she was angry, but he needed to show her being a submissive wasn’t always about floggers and nipple clamps. It was about patience and understanding with a bit of structure to keep things from sliding too far in any one direction in the power exchange.

It was his job to take care of her. He thought he was doing that by insisting on her studies. What he hadn’t anticipated was how much she’d miss their almost weekly trips to Crave. It was time to make it up to her. To make flesh become all the words he never seemed to have the time to say lately.

“I’m taking you,” he whispered, tugging at her robe and letting it pool at the ground at their feet. She was in her white cotton panties, and all he could think of was driving his cock deep inside her as she writhed on the kitchen island.

Gage ran his hands along her bare breasts, brushing her erect nipples with his fingers. They were calloused from too many years working outside to make ends meet, but they still had the power to make her moan and thrust her pretty ass against his erection.

“Oh, my God,” Linnet whispered and braced herself against the counter.

“Spread your legs,” Gage ordered and she complied, her body vibrating with want and need.

He hooked her panties with his thumbs, drew them over her ripe and luscious ass and down her taut thighs. They fell onto her feet, and she kicked them away. He could smell the perfume of her arousal, and it made his hands shake.

“Do you want this, Linnet? Do you want me inside of you?”

Her body trembled. “Yes.”

There was a spatula on the counter. He rinsed it off in the sink and dried it, contemplating just how many swats she was going to get that day. Just enough to make her pant because he knew he couldn’t wait much longer.

“First I want to warm that beautiful ass and make it nice and pink.”

Linnet sighed and angled her ass higher.

“Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please, may I have a spanking?”

His cock hardened at the soft whisper of desire in her voice and it was all he could do not to give in to temptation and take her right there.