Pan's Salvation (9 page)

With one last look at the off-white walls, she padded into the bathroom and halted with gasp. A large garden style tub with a wraparound white shower curtain and a showerhead took up the center of the large bathroom. The beige and white stone all around lent an almost elegant look fit for royalty. The his and her sinks on the vanity added to the opulence.
I wonder what
other surprises this house holds?

She spotted a fluffy black towel on one of the towel racks neatly folded, along with a

matching washcloth.
He wasn’t kidding about the maid. How much does a bike mechanic
actually make?
She slipped off her clothing, tossed it in the garbage and set on the edge of the tub. It would take a whole lot of scrubbing and soaking in the hot tub to make her feel in any way cleansed. She watched the steamy water fill the tub and grabbed the white soap that smelled of sandalwood. The scent reminded her of Pan. The man was in every other thought and she’d yet to learn his given name.
So? You’ll learn.
The long-silenced voice inside her wanted out. It wanted freedom and nurturing. It battled the self-degrading voice that told her she should’ve tried harder to save Robin. Turning off the faucet, she stepped down into the tub, closed her eyes and rested her head on the back of the tub.

A half hour later, the cool air pebbled her nipples. Her heart knocked against her ribs and her palms grew slick with sweat as she perched on the edge of the massive bed as Pan requested. She could see items lined up on the top of the dresser. A black blindfold, matching cuffs, a set of black cylinders she didn’t quite recognize and a wand she knew intimately. Heat filled her cheeks.
What does he plan on doing with it?
He pushed the door open and she sat up straighter.

He dressed in a fresh pair of black jeans and nothing more. She couldn’t help but to stare at his tattoo, memorizing every colorful swirl and line. His wet hair looked almost brown while slicked back.

“I like the sight of you naked on my bed.”

His words are a velvet caress, she wanted to feel again and again.

“Have you noticed the gifts I laid out for you?”

“Yes.”

“Do you know what all of them are?”

She shook her head.

“So quiet now. Do you trust me?”

Suddenly mute, she bobbed her head.

“You remember the magic word that makes me stop?”

“Ice,” she croaked.

“That’s right little bird. Ice to neutralize your fire.” He stepped over to the counter and grabbed the blindfold. “This is going to allow you to simply feel.” He ran the silky, soft, material down along her body.

The feather light touches tickled and she squirmed.

“It’ll heighten everything and give me the chance to surprise your body. Our eyes are such a vital part of our brain’s processing system. When you remove it from the equation, all the other sense are amped up in an attempt to compensate. Are you ready for that?”

“Yes,” she replied, eager to escape the demons nipping at her heels.

Pan covered her eyes and tied the loose ends of the blindfold tight.

The blackout material killed her light and flipped a switch on inside her.

“Welcome to my game.” He trailed his fingertips across her collarbone and brushed his lips across her cheek.

“Game?”

“That’s how I view life. A game we make up our own rules to. Life’s too short not to have fun and live on the edge.”

She hummed her agreement.

“Stand.”

Lark pushed off from the bed, grateful for his hand on her elbow.

“Hold your hands above your head. Good. There’s a secret to my bed.” His voice is further away as he seems to be moving around the room.

The sound of sliding mechanisms made her ears perk up.

“It’s more than a frame. It’s got a bar to play with.” His warm breath blows against her face.

His chest brushed against her nipples. His sprinkling of hair rubbed against her skin.

She moaned.

“Mmmhhh. You’re so vocal and we’re just getting started.”

He clamped the cuffs around her wrists. Their lightweight didn’t weigh her wrists down and the insides are velvet soft. He pulls the chain up and hooks them to something above her head.

“You’re so damn sexy exposed to me as a gift. Let’s start with something I know you’ll enjoy.”

His wet hair tickled her and he sucked a nipple into his mouth.

She hummed.

Pan released it with a pop and did the same to its twin. “Do you remember the black plastic pieces?”

“Yes.”

“I’m going to use them now. They’re suckers and they go right.” He placed them on her stiff peaks. “Here.”

They suctioned to her breasts and he tugged lightly as she whimpered.

“I know you like it when I play with your breasts.” He flicked then.

Overwhelmed, she cried out.

He continued to play with gentle flicks and tugs. Her breasts swelled and her pussy grew wet. “Damn, I can see you glistening. You like this, don’t you?” He pulled them both and she arched her back. “I bet I could make you come, just, like, this.” He timed his words to each pull.

Her core tingled while her legs shook.

He then increased his speed.

A ball of tension formed in her stomach. Her breath came in pants.

“Come now, Lark,” he ordered.

She fell to pieces under his tutelage. Still riding high, she screamed when he thrust two fingers inside her pussy. Somewhere during her trip to space, he’d taken off her panties. “Pan…”

“Hartley. I want to hear you call out
my
name.” He pumped slowly, circling her walls.

She lifted up to get a better angle.

“So eager, my greedy little bird. They starved you. Don’t worry, I have plenty to go around.

But it’ll be on my terms.” He pushed in as far as he could go and paused.

The feel of his long, thick, calloused fingers made her squirm as she edged up on her tiptoes.

“Be still.”

She placed her feet firmly on the floor and gritted her teeth.

“That’s right little bird. I control the pleasure. You feel what I want you to.” He removed his fingers and slapped her pussy.

“Hartley.”

“Fuck yeah, babe. That’s what I want to hear.” He praised. He ran his fingers through her curls and parted her lips. “Such a pretty, pink, pussy waiting to be filled. But not yet.”

“Hartley, please?”

“Oh, trust me. I’m going to please you.” He moved away.

Her body hummed with energy. Her thighs were slick with her juices and her lips were

swollen. The humming made her stretch her body out a little straighter.

He touched her arm with the vibrating white wand. He trailed it down along her stomach

pausing at her bikini line.

She licked her lips, eager to feel the toy against her clit.

“You ready to come?”

“Yes.”

Pan pressed the round piece to her swollen button and turned it up. “Then come now.”

She called his name and broke. She begged him to either stop or fuck her many more times, as he did it again—and again.

The sunlight flooding through the window painted the woman’s back beside him. By the

time he let her down, her voice was hoarse and her body went limp. He restrained from taking her. Their first time would not be associated with her sister’s death.
I’m thinking way too much
about this woman.
They had a good time and his attraction was off the charts. But he had no clue where they’d go from here. She might not want his life.

So make her like it.

A part of him wanted to keep her, no matter what the cause. With the ordeal behind him, reality was back and as usual, it was a real bitch. He slid from the bed, careful not to wake her and headed to the shower. Today, he’d have to check in with his club president, Demon. The man would want answers and a plan. He’d need to have them ready for him.

After stepping in under the water flow, the shower curtain pulled back to reveal a teary-eyed Lark. She stepped inside and he waited for her to set the tone. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her. Their teeth clashed as they devoured one another.

“Make me forget. Fuck me until I can’t think of anything else and I’m exhausted. No more teasing, I want to feel you inside of me, stretching me and filling me up.” She ran her hand down his stomach and circled his base while she stroked him.

He growled. “You sure you want that, little bird?”

“I need that,
Hartley.
”

His given name on her lips melted the remaining bits of glacier around his heart.

“I’m clean.”

“So am I.”

She moved her hand faster, twisting her wrist.

His eyes rolled back in his head and he fucked her fist. His dick turned to stone. “Remember you asked for this,” he warned.

Lark gazed up at him and grinned.

I’m so fucked.
He grabbed her hips, pressed her against the wall and drove home. She screamed and he stilled, allowing her to adjust to him as her pussy put him on a time out with its hold. Her fingers bit into his shoulders. The pain went straight to his dick. He clenched his jaw and she dug her heels into his back. “You ready?”

“I was ready days ago,” she rasped.

“Then I’ll make sure it was worth the wait.” He pulled out and slammed back inside her.

“Shit, yes!”

They moved together a frantic tangle of limbs. He captured her lips and took her cry into himself. She met him thrust for thrust, grinding her hips onto him as they worked toward completion. Her body shook and his balls drew up tight. Her body convulsed as she squeezed him tight. He moved to pull out. A fresh round of orgasms vibrated its way down his cock and he exploded inside her.
Fuck!
He rested his head on her. Going raw was never an option and this was the first time he’d come inside anyone. She had him slipping up, taking risks left and right.

He pulled out. “Are you on at the pill, Lark?”

She gasped as though the thought never occurred to her. “No, but it’s not the right time, so we should be okay.”

Pan nodded his head, tamping down the tiny bit of disappointment that rose up in response.

Clearly, lack of sleep had short-circuited his brain. He eased out of her and studied her face. “Are you okay?”

“So much more than that,” she purred.

He laughed. “Now that I got you dirty, let’s clean you back up, except here.” He patted her pussy. “I like the thought of me being inside you.”

“Hartley,” she drawled.

“Little bird, if you’re trying to dissuade me, saying my name is the last thing you should do.”

She smirked and her eyes sparkled with knowledge. “Maybe I like having power over you.”

All of a sudden, her face crumbled.

He knew the reality had just sucker punched her.

“Oh, my God, Robin is—gone.” Her voice cracked.

The pure torment in her words took him back in time to the loss of his parents. He knew this hurt. Curbing the need to put distance between him, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her body to his. The connection they had was one he wanted to expand on. He was man enough to admit it to himself. He reached around her, grabbed the bar of soap and lathered it in his hands. Washing her with care, he allowed her to purge herself of tears and pain. There were no words he could say to ease the ache. But he could be present and make sure she wasn’t alone.

He relearned her curves as he cleaned her body, removed her from the bath and dried her off.

Poor little bird has a wounded wing.

An emotionless robot, she brushed her teeth, dressed and began to make funeral

arrangements.

Pan left her alone in his room and went to call Demon.

“Good to see you’re alive, Pan.”

“Yeah, it was a late night at the hospital. There were no questions, given her history. They declared it an accidental death via overdose. Lark is making the arrangements for her funeral now.”

“So, what do you plan on doing with your stowaway?”

“Honestly, I’m thinking of keeping her for a bit. Seeing how this thing plays out.”

“Damn, never thought I’d see the day old Pan found his Wendy.”