G-Men: The Series (124 page)

~ Easton ~

I gazed down at Darcy and my heart was heavy with the knowledge that she was right. I loved her. How in the fuck had I let that happen? That wasn’t supposed to happen to me ever. I couldn’t even say ‘again’ because this was so much more than it had ever been with Bianca. This whole thing with Darcy had cornered me into the realisation that I’d never really been in love before.

I know how trite that sounds, how utterly
female
it is to say you can love someone, but not be in love with them. The fact remains, it’s true for men as well. I’d loved Bianca as one loves a prized possession, or a trophy for a performance well-executed, or a rare gem that others would kill to have, but I hadn’t been
in love
with her. If I had, I never could’ve transformed that love into the all-consuming hatred I had for her after discovering her affair with Christopher and the abortion.

Sex with Bianca had always been about her following my orders on what I wanted and how I wanted it. She’d understood my sexual quirks, and while, not always on board with it, she tolerated it because it suited her to do so at the time. She loved the money I spent on her; the power and privilege that went along with being Easton Matthews’ fiancé. The night Darcy had tried to emulate Bianca was the night I realised I felt something for her, something alien to me. I’d been infuriated at seeing Darcy trying to transform herself into the shallow and insidious Bianca. As if
that
would have endeared her to me.

In the first ten minutes after meeting her, I was fucking clueless. Aside from the obvious—that being her looks, her body, and the way her pussy clenched my cock whenever I buried myself inside of her—there was so much more to her that gave me cause to slowly come entirely unraveled by her. I enjoyed her outspoken nature, her playfulness and the fact that my wealth or power didn’t impress her. I liked the way she could hold her own with me and get in my face when she needed to.

I liked the fact that when Mummy and Daddy pushed her from their financial nest egg, she rebounded with a determination to show everyone she had the ability to make it on her own merit, including me. She’d done a fantastic job on her debut presentation. We’d received the renewal contract three days later. Of course, being the prick I was, I hadn’t shared that with her just yet.

I also loved the fact she was willing to take whatever punishment—physical or otherwise I administered without a whimper. Just as she’d done last night. She relished the bondage and the flogging; the problem was, I hadn’t. I couldn’t. Not with her. Not ever.

I gently lifted a lock of her dark brown hair, caressing my lips with it, while wondering where to go from here. She drove me to distraction and that wasn’t a good thing. I knew what a possessive and controlling arse I was. There was no way in hell we weren’t going to push against each other and have our verbal battles, and I mean often, yet I looked forward to doing just that with her. It was the very first time ever I’d regarded a woman as my equal. She was perfect for me, though I knew the road going forward would have twists and turns and be bumpy at times. We were both so imperfectly perfect for one another. Still, I was getting ahead of myself. After all, she hadn’t shared with me as to whether the affection was mutual. Perhaps I was assuming too much. Maybe she didn’t feel the same things I felt for her.

She stirred in her sleep, her brilliant eyes fluttering open and seeing me watching her.

“Easton,” she said softly. “What is it?”

“I’m done with my work. I’ve a gift for you.”

She eyed me suspiciously. “Where?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow.

“It was delivered a little while ago,” I replied chuckling. “Come out here with me and I’ll show you.”

She put a bathrobe on, following me out to the living room. I handed her the small box that the courier had delivered just a half hour before. She opened it, her brow furrowing in confusion. She looked up at me, a half-smile playing on her lips.

“Is this what I think it is?” she asked coyly.

“It is,” I replied, watching for a reaction.

“But I’m not pierced
there
,” she responded.

“We can have that remedied if you like.”

“Is that what you want?” she asked tersely.

“Not at all, love. I simply thought it would make a nice gift for you. I’ve heard a vertical hood piercing can significantly enhance the pleasure of orgasm, but I understand if you’re disinclined to undergo the procedure. It may be a little painful, though I didn’t mind it when I had my piercing done. I think it was well worth it, don’t you?”

“It’s not
that
,” she said, clearly flustered. I had to admit it was quite entertaining to see the rare occasion when she was at a loss for words. I watched as she bit down on her lower lip trying to find the
right
words.

Christ, don’t do that, love. You’ll never finish what you have to say if you keep doing that.

“I mean,” she continued, “how long would I have to…abstain from sex? You know, once it’s pierced?” I watched her cheeks turn a flattering shade of pink.

Fuck. Don’t do that either.

I stroked her hair, tilting her chin up so that her eyes locked with mine. “Just a few weeks. I’d be happy to pleasure you in other ways, if that’s your only reservation. Or maybe we could simply have this beautiful black onyx re-set into a tummy button ring for you.”

“No,” she quickly replied, looking down at the gem. “Though…I
wouldn’t
mind having a matching one for my belly-button.” A corner of her lips quirked up, giving me a shy and hopeful smile.

“Brilliant,” I replied, smiling. “I’ll see to having another one made.”

“You had this
made
for me? Why?”

“I wanted it to be special. Something no other woman has but you.”

“Well, Easton, I think it’s fairly safe to say, how would anyone know? I mean it’s not like clit jewelry is visible to the general public.” She was laughing now, shaking her head. I was simply pleased that it had gone so well.

I phoned Mark once Darcy had gone back to dress and ordered another black onyx for her tummy button ring.

“Should this one have a hot-spot?” he asked.

“Wouldn’t hurt to have a back-up to be safe,” I replied. “I’ll need it tomorrow, so make it a priority at the lab.”

“Yes, sir.”

I made another call to a professional contact and let Darcy know when she reappeared that her piercing was scheduled for the following evening at my suite.

“You mean, you have someone coming here to do that?”

“You act surprised,” I replied, giving her a wink. “Come on, I need to get those clothes back off of you. If we have to abstain for a couple of weeks, we’d better have a few for the road.”

“I hear that,” she giggled, grabbing my hand and leading me back to the bedroom.

This time I made love to her slowly and sensually. I placed my lips on every piece of her I could find, craving new places from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, enjoying every soft inch of her. I was careful to avoid those areas with marks, lifting her up and over me so that I could gently settle her down onto my rigid cock. She moved her hips in perfect rhythm, up and down, leaning forward so that my cock piercing hit just the right spot, over and over again. My hands cupped her creamy breasts, gently tugging at the nipples, raising my mouth to take one fully, suckling gently.

“Mmmm,” she moaned sweetly, riding my cock slowly and deliberately. I could feel her pussy contracting around it. Our eyes locked as our climax mounted toward the crescendo that ultimately would send us both into a spiral of pulsating pleasure. “That’s it,” she gasped. “Keep fucking me just like that, Easton. God, baby, you make me feel so good…”

Her soft, husky voice speaking those intimate and sexy words were all I needed to descend with her into that sweet depth where we were lost in the pleasure and passion of mutual release.

^{chapter 39}

It had been two weeks since I’d had the hood of my clit pierced, with Easton at my side during the procedure. It had better be fucking worth it once I’m cleared for sex in another week. That was the worst part of it. I’d been spending most of my time at Easton’s. I’d gone back to my apartment and picked up some of my clothes and toiletries while Eli was at work the day I’d called in sick.

Of course, he’d worried like a bitch-you-didn’t-come-home-last-night older sister when Lindsey hadn’t been able to reach me, and naturally had phoned Eli to see where I was. She’d spilled the whole story to him about Darin and what had happened at Busbee’s. I wasn’t about to be around the apartment and have Eli accidently see the bruises on my ankles or wrists. I’d worn casual pants and long-sleeved blouses to work the rest of the week.

So okay, now let’s deal with the elephant in the room here, shall we? Call me a freak; call me a perv, but I’d enjoyed the punishment Easton had unleashed upon me that night.

Thoroughly. Fucking. Enjoyed. It.

What more can I say? Does that mean I have “Daddy” issues?

Please!

Does it mean I feel subservient to Easton?

Only when I choose to, and it’s about the pleasure I get from it, so it’s really still about me, got it?

Will Easton continue to punish me like that?

Fuck No! And I’m a tad pissed as hell about it!

“I don’t understand, Easton,” I had friggin’ whined. Yep, that’s right,
whined
. “Am I not doing something right? Not giving you the reaction you need to make it hot?”

“I’ve told you before, Darcy, it’s not who I want to be with you. It’s not happening again. End of subject.”

I knew Easton loved me, though he’d never said the words to me once I’d confronted him with it that morning after my punishment. I decided I wasn’t going to say it to him, either. Maybe that’s what ruined a good thing. I’d been totally open with Darin; professing my love for him once he’d said it to me. (Rule #1, lovelies: Always wait until the man says it first!) What good had it done me?

Darcy’s Law of the Male Psyche: Once you let a guy know you love him, he knows he’s conquered you and it’s just a matter of time before he’s trolling around for his next ‘challenge.’

Case in Point: Darin

Understand? Great—Let’s move on.

Easton and I had been keeping a low profile at work. Occasionally, he’d call me into his office, shut the door, and spring his horny cock free for a mid-afternoon blow job. I enjoyed it nearly as much as he did. He’d try to get me off as best he could with his fingers, which made it easier to bypass my healing clit.

He was leaving day after tomorrow for London to conduct his annual State of the Business meeting. I referred to it as his high-powered summit. All the general managers would meet for a round table caucus to go over their current numbers and raise any concerns they had about reaching their sales goals. He’d be in London for most of the week and then traveling to Paris for another meeting of some sort. He said he’d be there for a “few” days. I absolutely wasn’t going to press him for more information. I could read his body language fairly well by now.

The timing was less than perfect. Lacee was due back in after her unpaid hiatus so I was
not
looking forward to having to interact with her once again.

I was clearing my desk off right before five o’clock when my cell rang. It was Mom. I hadn’t talked to them more than a couple of times while they were cruising.

“Hey Mom,” I greeted. “Are you back? I’m starting to feel like an orphan.”

“Yes, darling. Daddy and I got in earlier this afternoon. It was a great trip, but I’m glad to be home I think. We brought you back something, along with lots of pictures. Would you like to come over for dinner this evening?”

God, I so hated missing an evening with Easton…but—

“Sure, Mom. I’ll drive over as soon as I leave the office.”

“Perfect. Just know that we’re having Chinese takeout. I’m too tired to cook,” she laughed.

I ended the call and finished clearing my desk. Easton was still on a conference call with Colin. I stood in his doorway until he motioned for me to come in.

“Colin, we can pick this up later tonight. I’ve some pressing business to attend to at the moment.” (Pause) “Ah, yes, I will. Cheers.”

He looked up at me, smiling. “Colin sends his regards.”

“Oh,” I smiled. “Regards right back at him when you talk later.”

“Where shall we go for dinner?” he asked, flashing me his brilliant smile.

“Well, actually, that’s why I stopped in. My parents are back from their cruise and Mom wants me to have dinner with them. Since they’re closer to my apartment, I’m probably going to crash at home tonight.” I ran my fingers through my hair a bit nervously.

“I see,” he replied. I got the feeling he wasn’t pleased, but there was no way in hell I was springing him on the folks just yet. I remembered how horrified they’d been hearing Lacee and Easton carry on back in December. They’d freak if they found out the situation had changed and their daughter was now on the receiving end of his lust.