Rapturous (38 page)

“Black Vice. Devon was gracious enough to lend us a room for your birthday present.”

“Which is?”

“A public scene tonight and a one-year membership to Black Vice so we can do it again any time you want to.” From my purse, I produce the membership card I got for him as well as a black face mask I bought so no one will recognize him. I have one for myself, too. Devon was willing to let me vouch
for Hayden’s health since I’m the only one he’ll be with at the club. “I asked Devon for a few of your favorite things, but I left the rest up to him. Even I don’t know everything that’s here for us to use.”

He takes the mask from me and examines it carefully. “You’re serious.”

“Very serious.”

“You don’t have to do this—”

I take a step toward him and cover his lips with mine. Thanks to the
heels, I’m able to reach his mouth without having to stretch too much. “I
want
to do this. I want to do it for you. Happy birthday.”

He looks at me with so much love in those blue eyes that are rarely as cold as they used to be before he had me to warm him up. “You already had a party for me. You didn’t have to do this, too.”

“This is our own not-so-private private party. Unless you don’t want
to…”

“Oh, I want to. You bet your sweet, sexy ass I want to.”

There he is, my strong, confident Dom, who has shown me heights of pleasure I never knew possible until I seduced him. He wraps his arms around me, his hands cupping my ass cheeks and squeezing.

I reach up to unbutton his shirt. “You’re overdressed for this party.”

He nuzzles my neck, setting off a wildfire on the surface of my
skin. “Before I forget to tell you, this is the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“I’m so glad to hear that. It’s the first of many great birthdays you’re going to have.”

“I can’t wait. I love you so much, Addison. Just when I think I’ve got you figured out, you surprise the living fuck out of me.”

I smile widely. “Don’t get too comfortable, my love.”

He rubs his enormous erection against my pubic
bone. “I’m very
un
comfortable at the moment, and you’re going to be, too.”

I give him a coy look. “Now that you have me here, whatever will you do with me?”

He makes a closer inspection of the room, noting the spanking bench I requested as well as the ropes that are coiled and ready for him. I had to do some research to find out his preferred brand, and judging by his smile, I got it right.
I always want to get it right for him. I strip him down to boxer briefs and run my fingertips over the muscles on his chest and abdomen. His cock is so hard, the tip sticks out of the waistband of his underwear, but I make no move to touch him there, as much as I want to. This is his scene to direct as he sees fit, and I can’t wait to see what he’ll do.

“I see that you’ve seen to your own needs
by requesting the spanking bench.”

As he knows, I’ve become an utter slave to his “punishments.” I’m addicted to the thrill of his hand landing on my ass, heating me from the outside. Blinking rapidly, I affect an innocent expression and pretend to have no idea what he means.

He laughs as he helps me into the mask and arranges me over the bench, adjusting it to my height and seeing to my comfort
the way he always does. I’m no longer afraid that I can’t handle what he wants. He’s shown me I can handle anything as long as I’m with him. It never occurs to me that he’ll cause me more pain than I can take or that I’ll disappoint him.
 

In the weeks since our engagement, he’s been more relaxed, quicker to laugh, unburdened and generally happier than I’ve ever seen him. If I had to guess, he’s
no longer concerned about disappointing me either.
 

“Comfortable?” he asks.

“Uh-huh.”

The soft ding of a bell indicates that our room is no longer private.
 

“Do you know what that means?” I ask him.

“Yep. Do you?”

“Yes. Are there people watching?”

“A few.”

I try not to think about how I must look to the spectators with my ass in the air and my legs spread. I’m about to ask him how many
people are watching when his hand comes down hard on my right ass cheek. He gives the left side a similar smack before he moves around to the head of the bench. His bare cock nudges at my mouth, and I take him in, sucking and tonguing the head as he pushes deeper into my throat. He’s taught me how to open my throat to let him in, but it’s difficult to do at this angle.

Of course he knows that
and settles for shallower thrusts as he fists handfuls of my hair. I almost forget people are watching, that they can see my ass reddened from his handprints. What do I care who’s watching or what they can see when I’ve got my lips stretched around Hayden’s magnificent cock?

Then he’s gone again, and I hear him rustling around on the left side of the room, presumably where Devon has supplied
us with a “variety of toys,” as I requested.

“Your friend Devon was very creative in what he left for us.”

“How so?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.” I feel his cool, slick fingers on my ass, and brace myself. He always plugs my ass when we scene together. Sometimes he also fucks me there. I’ve grown to love that almost as much as I love when he spanks me and clamps my nipples. I surprise myself
every day with the cravings he inspires in me.

The plug is huge and doesn’t feel all that different than he does when he fucks my ass. I grit my teeth, determined to take it no matter how difficult it may be. By the time the plug is fully seated, I’m sweating profusely. And then it begins to vibrate, and I cry out from sensations I’m experiencing for the first time.

Hayden tugs my cheeks apart
and licks me from back to front, and I come hard the second his tongue connects with my clit. He spanks my ass, reminding me that my orgasm belongs to him. I’ve been working on better controlling my reactions, but I’m not there yet. He says it can take forever for all he cares, but that’s because he loves punishing me so much.

He pushes his huge cock into my pussy, making me scream as he works
his way in, one inch at a time.
 

That we’re doing this for an audience is secondary to what we’re doing to each other. After a while, I forget all about the people watching because I’m so focused on him and what he’s making me feel that there’s no room for any other thoughts in my head. He fucks me hard, and I come again. He withdraws the plug in a slow, agonizing battle that has me on the verge
of yet another orgasm. Then he pushes his cock into my ass as he pinches my clit, and I come, shrieking from the incredible pleasure.

I can’t believe we’re doing this, of all things, in front of an audience, but knowing people are watching makes it that much hotter than it usually is. His cock is deep inside my ass when he reaches around to cup my breasts, lifting me so my back is to his chest
as he pounds into me.

I’m coming almost constantly, and he hasn’t even gotten to his ropes yet.
 

With him throbbing deep inside my most private place, I’m thrilled that my surprise is such a hit, and I’m so thankful to have the rest of my life to spend with this extraordinary man who makes me feel more than I ever thought I could.

“Love you so much, baby,” he whispers gruffly in my ear. Ever
since the night in Mexico when he said it for the first time, he can’t say it enough. “Thank you for this. Thank you for everything.”
 

He pinches my nipples and thrusts into me, taking me to the place I can only go with him. The only word I can think of to describe it is rapture. Utter and complete rapture.

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Ravenous
, Quantum Book 5…

Ravenous

Quantum Series, Book 5

By: M.S. Force

Chapter 1

While everyone celebrates Hayden and Addie’s engagement, I slip out a side door, needing some air after watching the emotional reunion between Addie and her dad and his acceptance, finally, of Hayden.
I’m so happy for both of them. I think they’re great together, and Hayden needs someone like Addie to keep him grounded and sane. Not to mention after the shameful way he was raised, he deserves to be someone’s true love.

As I walk out to the far end of the pool deck and look down on the sea below, I can’t help but wonder whether I deserve the same. Watching my brother fall madly in love with
Natalie, and now Hayden and Addie, who’ve gone from an unexpected kiss at the Oscars a few weeks ago to engaged, I’ve begun to question whether I’m ever going to get my turn. Both my sisters have been married for years to great guys I would’ve hand-chosen for them. For the longest time, Flynn and I were the Godfrey family holdouts, and now he’s gone over to the dark side, too.

Though I suppose
it’s not really the dark side if the perpetually happy, silly grin on his face is any indication of his true feelings about love and marriage. Natalie is the ideal woman for him, and I’m thrilled for them. I used to worry he would never find anyone real or genuine in the fishbowl in which he lives. But Natalie is as real as it gets, and I adore her. My whole family does. Everyone is happy.
 

That leaves me as the lone holdout in the Godfrey family. At Flynn’s wedding, I heard my mother tell someone she’s proud of me for focusing on my career. My sisters both have successful careers—Aimee owns a dance studio, and Annie is an attorney—
and
they have beautiful families, too. They make it look easy, when I know it’s anything but.
 

Annie and Hugh have been together since high school, and
Aimee met Trent in college. Flynn was married briefly in his early twenties to “Valerie the Hag,” as my sisters and I called her back when she nearly ruined our beloved “baby” brother’s life with her shenanigans.
 

I’ve never even come close to getting married. Truth be told, I’ve never come close to being in love.

Guys are a mystery to me. No matter how great one of them may seem, there’s always
a downside. I’ve dated guys who were handsome and charming and said all the right things, only to find out they were saying all the right things to a lot of women—at the same time. Then you have social guy’s alter ego, who is no less frustrating. You know the type—you have to pull every thought out of his head because God forbid he should share anything voluntarily.
 

I’ve dated the bad boys,
the ones who make a woman’s motor run on full steam, before their “badness” evolves into regular old bad behavior that’s an instant turnoff. Then you’ve got your run-of-the-mill commitment-phobes, the ones who tell you from the outset they aren’t looking to settle down—ever. Why should they when they can have a different woman every night of the week?

Recently, I had the misfortune of getting
mixed up with a whole new type right when I thought I’d seen it all. You know what that guy was after, other than the obvious? An introduction to my famous brother. Yeah, being used to get to my brother was a real blast, and frankly, he turned me off on dating in general. I’d rather be by myself forever than be used to get to my famous family members.

Or so I tell myself… Then I’ll see my adorable
nieces and nephews, my ovaries melting from the craving for a child of my own, and I’m reminded that I’m not getting any younger. Soon I’ll be thirty-six, which isn’t ancient by anyone’s standards, but my eggs are definitely on a timer.