Sleeves (24 page)

“You liked it—you had a screaming, toe curling orgasm,” he reminded her.

She blinked and her eyes brightened. “I did, but it took some time to work up to that, and seeing as how I want to get at least a few more hours sleep, I want this to be a quickie.”

“Love me, Casey. Just love me by letting me love you my way. Please . . . I need this.” He rubbed his erection up and down her crack.

“’Kay, sweetie. You take whatever you need. I’m here for you, and I love you.” She relaxed, and a lazy smile spread across her serene, beautiful face. “I love being with you like this. Just wish I wasn’t so damn tired.”

“Last one—I promise. At least until tomorrow.”

She yawned. “It’s already tomorrow, hon.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it is, so my promise doesn’t mean shit.” He shrugged. “It probably wouldn’t have been kept anyway.”

His fingers gripped harder, and instead of struggling she thrust her ass back for him. Easier access.

“How wet you are right now, and, oh, how fun it’ll be slipping in there,” he said as he worked his tip up to her slit.

He hadn’t let her clean up after the last round. Seemed pointless when he knew he was most likely going to be in there again soon.

Besides, she was half-dead at that point and cleaning would take energy.

He kissed across her shoulder, breathed across the back of her neck and kept grinding into her, making sure his cock was slipping past her entrance and hitting near her clit.

She arched her back each time his meatus hit that spot. Exploring her body was something he had dreamed about, and last night he did exactly that. This particular spot seemed to really launch her off the bed if he put too much pressure on it—right below that pink, swollen nub.

“Love the way you react when I do that,” he told her, repeating the motion over and over again.

“It’s the intensity, and the tease.”

“It’s the fact you know I’ll be pinching that clit soon, biting at it and torturing it until you come. It’s the unrelenting way I go at you. I won’t give up—ever. I want you to feel everything your body was meant to at my hands.” He sucked on the dip between her shoulder and neck.

Her shoulder bunched up, and she squealed. This was another one of her secret, sensitive spots he enjoyed exploiting.

She never failed to entertain him and turn him on.

“Tell me you love me again, and I’ll go easy on you,” he said, his voice low and gruff.

Bump.

Bump.

Bump.

The slurping sound of his slicked up cock from her juices, passing her hole, made his balls tighten.

“
Go easy
are the two words definitely missing in your male vocabulary. I don’t think you even know the definition of that phrase.” She chuckled.

“Oh yeah?” He took his free hand that was not trapping her hands on her back, wrapped it around her torso and pinched her nipple.

“Ssssffffffff ungh!” She tried to pull her chest away, but it jutted her ass back even more, and that was his invitation.

She was ready.

He slipped inside her, groaning at the tight heat enveloping him. “Do you know how good you feel? It’s too damn perfect. It’s made me insatiable, and I don’t even care if you touch me anymore or not—not when I can have you like this. Not when I can be an all-out asshole, be brutal, and you moan like a whore. God, I fucking love it.” He released her nipple, went to her clit, and instead of pinching it, he yanked up on the hood with his thumb and middle finger, then placed the pad of his index finger over that bundle of nerves and flattened it.

“Throbbing yet?”

“Asshole,” she said, laughing.

“I won’t quit ‘til it’s throbbing so hard you’re squirming and panting my name.”

“Not gonna happen. I can take whatever you dish.” She exhaled and even though her face looked placid once again, he knew she was dying inside.

He kept the pressure on her clit but rocked the finger side to side the tiniest bit.

“Building pressure—yes?”

“No,” she said with a tight voice, holding her breath directly after.

“Yes, it is. You suck at lying.” He pushed against her pubic bone even harder and did the opposite with his dick. He switched to shallow, quick jabbing motions.

“What the fuck, Kel? I was sleeping—dreaming of you, and now you . . . Oh Christ!” She let loose a choppy, wavering moan that went up in pitch at the end.

“That’s right, I’m right there—you can feel it now, can’t you?” He was using his finger to drag her clit up higher, almost forcing it to push the blood back into the hood. Yep, he was a nasty fucker.

“Feel good? I wanna know.” He let the clit move back down to its normal spot then slowly inched it back up again, always keeping a brutal amount of pressure on it. No way he was gonna let that little fucker breathe. No room for that. “Oh, fucking hell—I can feel it pulsing on my finger, even if you’re gonna pretend you can’t feel that. I know it’s not numb yet, Case. I can tell. When it numbs out, you relax completely, your pussy softens. And right now you’ve got the tightest walls I’ve ever felt. It’s like a goddamn noose looping endlessly around the tip. Fuck! Love it!” He growled and kept at her clit. She’d break eventually, and when she did, he’d catch her, put her back together and show her he loved every single fucking inch of her, especially the parts that could break. He was always shattered by her. It was her turn to really fall. She hadn’t been pushed—not yet.

A little with the anal, but that was warm up. She should be strapped down for this just in case, but he was improvising.

“Go deeper—quit being such a bastard,” she whined.

“Deeper? Why should I do that? It’ll make you come, and I’m not nearly done with you, my know-it-all-bitch.”

She turned her neck back to her pillow and wiggled for a moment.

“I’m gonna release your hands for a minute, but you’re not moving from this bed—hear me?”

“Yeah, I hear you. You’re right at my ear, fucker,” she said, her voice raspy.

Ooooh . . . She was getting really feisty. That was what he wanted. He wanted her to push back at least a little. There had to be some proof she could handle what he wanted to do.

“Nice. Call me that again. I really like it. Tell me I’m a horny bastard, and my dick’s the devil. I wanna hear you curse more.” He released her hands and shoved her over onto her back so she was staring at him.

“I like you when you get rough, but seriously, what’s going on?”

“What’s going on is we’re stepping this up a notch. If you’re gonna run from me, you’re gonna do it now. I can’t get deeper with you and then reveal who I really am later, only to have you run and take my entire heart with you.” He swallowed, reached for his pants on the floor and yanked the belt out of the loops then straddled her.

“You’re not going to beat me, are you?” Her gaze was steady, and she didn’t even flinch.

“C’mon. You know me better than that. I’m not into doing shit like that to you. What would that do for me? I didn’t like having pain when you touched me, and I don’t want that for you, unless it’s completely erotic related,” he answered.

“Some people would argue spankings with a belt can be erotic.” Her lips thinned as she pressed them together. She reached out and stroked his thighs.

“I’m sure they would, but I wouldn’t even begin to know how to do that to make it feel good and not strip your flesh off your bones. I’m stronger than the average guy, and I haven’t been with you enough to know when something like that would be too much. I’d hurt you, and I never want to do that.”

“Then what are you doing with that belt?” She bobbed her head at it and stared at the buckle.

“Trapping you.” He grabbed one hand, then the other, told her to clasp her fingers together, then he looped the belt around, securing them together. Fortunately, the headboard had slats, so he was able to bind her to it.

“If you decide you do want out, that this isn’t for you, I want you to say ‘Robbie,’ then I’ll know he’s my only family, and you don’t want to be part of this,” he said, his heart hammering hard. What if he was already scaring her shitless?

“Don’t even think that, Kel. I’m here. I want to be with you—I’m in this for however long you’ll want me. Why are you trying to push me away?” She blinked and her eyes glistened.

Shit.

“I have to know . . .”

“Know what?”

“That you can love a complete monster.” His voice was quieter, and his insides mellowed a little.

She exhaled, and her eyes softened, then shed a tear on each side. “You’re no monster. You’re beautiful, sweetheart. I love everything about you, and if you’re broken, then I’m the definition of irreparable damage.”

He stroked her inner arms. “You’re just saying that.”

“I’m not. I used to be a junkie, and OD’ed more than once. That’s why I called the cops to save that dying man Hannah had left Robbie with. It was from personal experience, not training, that I knew what that man was going through. I knew how hard it would be on that little boy after seeing that shit. My parents ignored me.”

He stopped breathing, and his heart about yanked out of his chest.

“They had money, but never used it on me,” she continued. “I lost my ovaries because they waited too long before doing anything about the pains I kept complaining about. I might’ve kept them if they’d cared at all. I was taken out of their custody when I told a social worker what had happened. After that, I decided I wanted to be like her. She was my hero. Only I went off the deep end for a while—getting into drinking and heavy drugs. Whatever I could do to get my mind off the fact my parents didn’t care about me.”

“Oh, shit . . . I didn’t . . .”

She wiggled her wrists a little. “Untie me.”

“Not until you see how awful I am.”

“Why don’t you tell me what the worst thing is you’ve ever done, and see how I react?” She let her head lift for a moment and gazed at his chest, then her eyes shifted back to his face and her head fell back onto the pillow.

“You’ve seen it. You witnessed me kill several people back there at the facility,” he answered.

Her eyes narrowed a little.

Shit. She wasn’t satisfied. His chest tightened.

“I’m not referring to that, and that was for our survival. It was us or them, and who knows how many other people they might torture in the future.” She huffed. “Tell me the worst you’ve ever done sexually, since that seems to be what this is about. You’re saying you’re a monster while you’re on top of me naked, ready to prove you’re bad. Well, I’m not fucking buying this shit you’re shoveling. So,” her eyes tightened more, “tell me. What have you done to earn this prestigious title?”

He freed her hands and set the belt aside. This wasn’t what he’d anticipated.

“What am I supposed to say?” He flopped down on the bed next to her and stared up at the ceiling, his hands resting on his belly. His cock was still hard. He was still ready to show her he was a douche.

“The truth. What could you possibly have done that would make me run?”

“I touched another man, all right? I didn’t want to, but they wouldn’t touch me, and I needed it. They’d taken Hannah away as one of the assistants that was rewarding me with touch. I was going out of my mind.” Casey’s soft hands caressed his chest and she snuggled into him.

“I’m sorry, sweetie.”

“Yeah, I’m . . .” He exhaled with a grunt and closed his eyes. “I wanted anyone to touch me, but no one would, so I touched him, kind of seduced him until he touched me back. I knew he was homosexual, so I took advantage of it.”

“Do you feel bad because you liked it?”

“What the fuck?” He opened his eyes and glared at her. “Why would you even ask me that?”

“Anger’s a mask for other feelings—shame, heartbreak, guilt and sometimes even pleasure. You shouldn’t feel bad. They were torturing you. There’s a small little boy in you, exactly like Robbie, and you needed some kind of affection, even if it came in a way you didn’t want it to. That’s not something to beat yourself up over.”

“He fell for me, Casey. Am I not supposed to feel bad that they punished him for sneaking me food, bringing me shit I wasn’t supposed to have? They wound up killing him.”

“Oh, God . . . I’m so sorry.” She kissed his chest, but he pushed her away.

“Don’t do that.” He rolled away from her and wrapped his arms around himself, then curled into a ball. “I would’ve fucked him. I would’ve done it to get some kind of relief, to have some kind of control. He knew it, too. I was really close to doing it before they caught on to what was happening. I didn’t want to be with him that way, but I would’ve done it anyway.” His teeth ground together.

She stroked through his hair and down his back. “Is that when Hannah came back?”

“Yeah.”

“And did they loosen up on the rules with her?”

He nodded. “It was all so fucked up.”

“She played you, hon. She knew you were broken over what happened with this other guy, so she took advantage. Now we know what she’s really like. She pretended to be an assistant because you’d trusted that guy who had been an assistant, when all the while she was in charge, calling the shots.” She kissed across his shoulder blades. “Oh, sweetie, what they did . . . It was so, so wrong. You are not broken. You’re the strongest, bravest man I know—surviving treatment like that. What they did to you emotionally and mentally was worse than the physical stuff.”