Playing For Love (32 page)

I hesitated, not sure where to start or if I wanted to. He was using his command over my body to get what he wanted again. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, because that was one area he had absolute control over me.

He gripped his length, teasing my cleft with long sweeps.

“Tell me, Austin,” he coaxed with voice and cock.

I kept my head down, eyes on the floor. “I know her.” His body stilled. “She wasn't an arrangement. She was your girlfriend.” I paused, taking a stuttered breath. “That's what I found online before our first date.”

He exhaled roughly. “She wasn't. I promise you.” He pressed through my folds, his thick crown rubbing over my clit. “Elaine didn't correct it, because we didn't want to risk the situation being dug into.” 

That made sense. It would ruin the image they had cultivated for him if knowledge of his arrangements came to light.

“How did this morning make you
feel
?” he implored, making me slick with his pre-cum.

My eyes squeezed tight as a shiver ran through me, from his tone as much as his cock slipping over my sensitive nub. I struggled for words. “Hurt. Betrayed. Disgusted.”

“Why disgusted?” he asked encouragingly, teasing my opening with his head, making me groan.

“Because...” I panted. “You were with her.  Because you ever wanted her. Because you had arrangements.”

“That's good, let it out,” he breathed encouragingly. “Keep talking. Tell me everything.” He gave me a little more and I moaned. After a moment he said, “Keep talking or I stop.”

Then the words spilled from me in a rush, “Because you held your whore in front of me, because you wrapped your arm around her.” Tears rimmed my eyes, falling without permission.

“Listen to me.” His other hand slid over my back, soothing me. “I was trying to protect you from her. From my mess. I never wanted you to have to deal with it. And I never
wanted
her
. I never wanted anyone until
you
,” he swore fiercely.

When I didn't respond he stilled with just the tip barely inside me, he continued, “Is that why you let Noah hold you? Because I was holding her back?”

“I didn't realize Noah was there until after,” I admitted still staring at the floor.

He went silent.

Eventually he asked, “What else? What do you feel toward
me
?”

I didn't know what he wanted, and I wasn't really even sure how I felt. But I knew what I needed. “I need you to be possessive and jealous. I need you to be obsessed with me. Irrationally, insanely, obsessed with me. I need it, to know that you love me, that you want me.”

“You fucking better need it,” he growled and pulled away. I couldn't understand his abrupt shift or what he meant.

My head came up, looking in the mirror at him. His eyes were cast down, focused on my sex. His jaw clenched, his face tense. He looked mean. Dangerous. And I loved it. My body flushed with feverish anticipation. He pressed on my lower back again and I felt his thick punishing length entering me. His groan was long and low as he bottomed out.

“You gotta be quiet,” he rasped as I moaned in relieved satisfaction. His right hand clamped over my mouth and he slammed in hard. Forcing a shout from my throat.

I gripped his forearm, his warm skin and obscene muscles grounding me. My legs shifted wider, my hips pressing back, giving him better access. This was what I needed, his dominance, his aggression. All my stress and insecurities melted away. Being controlled by him, being submissive to him made me feel strong, free, wild, protected, and loved all at once.

“You're the only thing I've ever wanted. Just you.” His voice was hard but sincere. 

I moaned and tried to thrust back.

“I can't take anymore.” His tone was both pleading and warning. “Mathew. The strippers. Noah... I can't handle seeing men touch you. You're
mine.
” He started pounding into me roughly.

I whimpered and bucked into him, his tone igniting something in me.

“You like that?” His hand gripped my hip, fingers digging in. Claiming.

I nodded and moaned. 

“You like making me think about you fucking other men? You like going out without me?”

Now, I knew where this sudden, unannounced aggression came from; it was an accumulation of all those incidents brought to a head by this morning’s events. I was too twisted to ever admit to anyone aside from David, but I loved his reaction. It made me feel whole, it made everything right. Smoothed all the jagged pieces inside me.

I nodded.

His expression turned fierce as he fucked me harder, trying to punish me.

“Yes.” I chanted into his hand, pushing back into his pummeling hips.

He watched me closely.

“You just want it rough, don't you? I think you just do shit to fuck me up, so I'll punish you with my cock,” he breathed into my hair.

He removed his hand. “Tell me.”

“Yes. I do. I love it. I need it,” I panted. My movements were frantic. I was desperate to come. “Harder, David. Make it hurt.”

He growled low.

“Fuck, I'm gonna come.” His fingers found my clit, working it vigorously as his vicious length abused my pussy, slamming in and out.

I grabbed my breast, squeezing my nipple roughly.  

“Oh fuck,” I breathed as I spiraled into orgasm.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed, his hips thrusting faster. His rhythm faltering. He pressed in, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into me. “Sweet girl,” he groaned.

Our panting breaths sounded loud in the empty space as we took a moment to compose ourselves. When I finally looked in the mirror I noticed my hair was stuck to my face with sweat.  

“I'm sweaty. I hate sweating in my clothes.”

He laughed, creating a deep, rich throaty sound that warmed me. 

His hands gripped my hips, sliding me off his cock before holding me still. I looked at his reflection as he stared at my exposed pussy or ass. After a moment, I realized what he was looking at. His cum was dripping out of me.

“David,” I complained. I reached for my purse that I had dropped at some point, and searched for baby wipes to clean myself up. “I don't want to walk around with cum stains.”

“Fine,” he huffed, letting me go.

“Don't you want one?” I asked, holding out the baby wipes as he tucked himself back into his jeans.

“Nope. I like having you on me. Like the way it smells.”   

I was perversely pleased with his response. But I had to endure the task of cleaning myself up in front of him. Not really any sexy way of doing that.

He laughed softly as I did.

I rolled my eyes, trying to squash my embarrassment.

As soon as I was done, he kneeled in front of me and worked my leggings back up.

“New boots?” he asked, looking over my purchase.

“Yeah. Freebird. Love them.”

“Me too.” He stood, looking down at me, his gaze darted over my face, searching. “You good?
We
good?”

I nodded and turned, checking over my reflection in the mirror to break the intimacy. As per usual, I’d opened up and I wanted to run away and hide.

“Good job, on the just-fucked look.” I smiled and winked at him.

“I aim to please, Mrs. Taylor.” He wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, watching me in the mirror. “My wife wants a just-fucked look, she gets it.” 

“That was fun.” I tried to lighten the mood.

He watched me. “Sweetheart, we're both fucked up. Don't shut down on me,” he demanded. “Are
we
okay?”

When I nodded, he planted sweet kisses on my neck, up to my temple. “I love you,” he said on a relieved sigh. “Come on. Fergus is waiting.” 

He grabbed my hand and led me back to where he’d found me, where Fergus was waiting.

“David,” Fergus greeted him.

“Hey, man. I took one of the employee’s cars. I gotta get it back so she can leave.” Then David turned to me.

I reached up, pulling him down into a sweet kiss.

“I love you,” I breathed, too low for anyone else to hear.

“Good.” He smirked.

As I watched him walk away I had a flash of panic. He was savagely gorgeous, his face, his body, the way he moved, the graceful glide of his muscles, the brutal veins running over his forearms.

How was I ever going to keep him?

My chest ached with fear of losing him. I wanted to call him back, tell him to stay. Beg him to.

This. Us. It wasn't normal.

Once David was gone I lost interest in shopping.     

Fergus helped me to the car with my purchases, then followed me back to the gym. 

When I pulled into the drive and under the gym's portico, Fergus was right behind me. 

“Leave it here,” I told the valet as I got out.

“Yes, Austin-Mrs. Taylor,” he stumbled over his words. He was cute, like a little puppy.  

“I'm here. I'm good,” I said to Fergus as I rounded my car.

“Full service, Mrs. Taylor.” Fergus followed as I walked toward the entrance.

“What's full service?”

I startled at David's voice, deeper and rougher than usual.

“Fuck, babe. Don't do that.”

“What's full service?” he repeated to Fergus.

“My babysitting duties—as your wife likes to call them. I stay with her until she's with you.”

“Well, your job's done. She's with me now.” There was an edge to his voice. I didn't know what had happened between seeing him at the mall and now.

“Of course.” Fergus nodded knowingly. “Anything else you need today?”

“No, I think we're good.” His voice shifted to grateful. “Thank you. For today.
Everything
.”

“That's what you pay me for.” He turned and left.

I didn't understand their exchange but I'd had enough drama for one day. In all honesty I was ready for the day to be over.

“Ready?” I wrapped an arm around David’s waist and looked up at him. “Did you get all your work done?”

“Most of it. Had an urgent errand I had to run today,” he teased. “Just need to spend a few hours tomorrow getting the rest caught up. Before the movers show up at your house.”

I had completely forgotten about the movers.     

“Let me grab our bag and Chance. Come with.” David wrapped a strong arm around my back, pulling me along with him.

“How was he today?”

“Perfect. He just chilled while I worked.”

“And bugged me?”

“It's my right. I can legally stalk the fuck outta you, bug you as much as I want.” He leaned in and rumbled softly behind my ear, “Hunt you down and fuck you in public places. Be
all
up in your business.”

I suppressed a laugh. “I'm pretty sure being married doesn't make any of that legal.”

“I disagree, Mrs. Taylor.” He pulled back and looked at me. Then added, “And I'm going to anyway.”

David
opened the office door and Chance greeted me, pressing his head into me, his tail wagging so hard his whole body was moving.

“Looks like he missed you almost as much as I did.”

“I think he missed me more.” I rubbed his big head and ears. Then he buried his nose between my legs. “Chance, no. Stop it.” I laughed and pushed at his head, trying to move away.

“Hey, buddy. That's for me.” David grabbed his collar, pulling him away. “Not sharing that.”   

“Gross.” 

“I'm not sharing,” he said pointedly and I knew he was referring to our exchange during his sex interrogation. He slung our bag over his shoulder and picked up the leash off the couch. He nodded toward the door, silently telling me he was ready.

“I'm kind of starving, babe,” I mentioned as I opened the office door.

“What do you want? You wanna stay at the Chateau again tonight?” He pulled the door shut behind us.

I considered it as we walked past the front desk. “No, not tonight.”

He pushed open the main door. “So what do you wanna eat, Mrs. Taylor?”

“I don't care, Mr. Taylor. Just feed me,” I demanded teasingly as we walked to the car, happy we had our playful banter back after the day we had.

Opening our doors, he helped me get into the front while Chance hopped in the back, then shut our doors gently, in that way that moved me deeply. I watched as he rounded the car, the way his body moved, focusing on those thick muscled thighs as he settled in the driver’s seat.

“Absolutely no preference?” He broke me out of muscle appreciation. 

“No,” I answered as he pushed the key in.

When he didn't immediately put the car in gear, I looked over at him.

He reached over, gripping my neck firmly, pulling me closer. His lips met mine in a violent kiss. Biting. Sucking. Then his hot, wet tongue dove in, sliding along mine in long, aggressive licks that reverberated in my sex.