The Breaker (Erotic Country #1.) (9 page)

He walked her
backwards, slammed her against the wall and pushed her skirt up around her
waist. He began tearing at her panties, biting all over her neck. She groaned
and unbuttoned her shirt, encouraging him lower. He pulled the shirt back and
kissed along her shoulders while he pulled at the straps of her bra. Then he
set her down, looked at her with her breasts half falling out and pulled his
singlet over his head. She slid her hands over his chest and felt his skin, his
nipples, the seam that ran down over his abs and lower, into the top of his
jeans. She reached down and fumbled at his belt buckle, kissing his chest. His
button. His zipper. His waist band. She yanked at all of it.

He picked her up again
and carried her to a small couch, made from cushions on a timber frame. He pushed
her onto her back, his knee between her thighs, his hands under her shoulders,
hovering over her, biting her neck.

He sat back and ran
his hands down her long legs, pulling her knickers slowly to her ankles, his
eyes never leaving hers. He slipped only one foot out of her panties. Then he
wrapped the lace and silk tightly around her ankle, lifted her leg and tied it
to the timber frame at the back of the couch.

‘Is that so I don’t
escape?’

Something dark glinted
in his eyes as he nodded. He pulled her bra over her shoulders and took it to
one of her wrists. He secured that to the other end of the couch.

He slid his jeans over
his hips and released his hard, bowed cock. It slapped against his tummy. His
balls were hard up against the base and it looked ready for ramming. He wedged
his knees inside hers and spread her legs apart. Then he took hold of her hair
and pulled her head roughly to the side and back, exposing her neck. She could
feel him breathing on her.

She reached up with
her free hand and ran her fingers through his short dark hair and pulled his
head down. She dragged him to where she could whisper in his ear.

‘Please,’ she breathed,
wrapping her free leg around his waist and lifting her pelvis to him. ‘I need
to be fucked.’

He paused with the tip
of his cock at her opening. His lips went still on her neck. He reached for
something under the cushion of the couch. She closed her eyes and swallowed,
anticipating. Her chest heaved. His breath rasped. He ripped the wrapper
between his teeth and rolled the sheath over his cock. Then he looked down and
swore.

His dick was glowing
in the dark. Yellow.

A burst of shocked
laughter shot from her mouth. ‘Excitamax Pleasure Box,’ she grinned. ‘Always a
lucky dip.’

‘I look like I have
some sort of radiation sickness.’

‘Try a blue one;
you’ll look like a smurf.’

‘It’s all I could buy
around here,’ he said.

‘Brett.’

‘What?’

‘I’d like you to fuck
me now, please.’

He kissed her. And
hovered teasingly, touching her, moving away and then touching her again until
she was wet and needy. She pushed up for him and he moved away again.

‘You’re cruel,’ she said
and arched up desperately for him.

He put his forehead on
hers, the side of his nose against hers. ‘You’re beautiful,’ he whispered into
her mouth. ‘And I want to hear you scream.’

And then he was inside
her, ramming her so hard, with his hands curled into her hair, holding her in
place, that she swore out loud. He ripped her apart, and it hurt. There was no
slow withdrawal and careful entry to warm her up. Every thrust tore straight
through her and made her cry out. Until he was in a rhythm, pounding harder and
faster, sending waves of ecstasy through her entire soul. Everything else
ceased to exist as they rocked into each other.

‘Don’t you dare come
without me,’ she said, from somewhere in another universe.

‘You better hurry up,’
he rasped back, and fucked her so deep and hard she thought she would leave the
building. It pushed her over the edge, unravelled her, made her arch and strain
at her bindings, moan in climax.

He groaned and
shuddered into her with a final push, and she felt his shaft pulse and explode
into her. He shuddered again and again, emptying his load in spurts and
shudders, until he stilled, went limp over her and collapsed, breathing roughly
into her neck. His cock still twitched inside her.

They lay like that,
fighting for breath, and she closed her eyes, running one hand over his back
and shoulders, kissing his salty skin. Whoa. That was crazy. When they both
calmed, he untied her, then he rolled off and onto the floor, reached his hand
to hers and pulled her down with him. She lay on her side with one leg over his.
The panties were still wrapped around her ankle. She ran her hand over his still
heaving chest, her cheek on his shoulder.

‘Well,’ she said, her
voice still uneven. ‘That was a bit random and unexpected.’

He laughed, and the
sound of it shocked her. ‘The fucking condom was.’ He reached down, pulled it
off and flung it across the room.

‘Drought breaking?’

‘Very.’

She wrestled with her
thoughts. Tried so hard not to speak them. But she blurted them out. ‘So you
didn’t …’ She hated herself for even asking. ‘You know. In Brisbane, the other
night …’

He looked at her as if
she was odd. ‘With who?’

She shrugged. ‘Don’t
ex-cons usually head for the first brothel they can find?’

He grimaced and looked
genuinely disgusted.

She exhaled and closed
her eyes. She really had to get on top of this jealousy thing.

‘How was the rodeo?’ he asked, changing the subject.

‘Terrible.’

‘What happened? Why’d you come home early?’

To tell or not to tell.

‘I got to hear everyone’s version of the story but yours, Brett.’

He went quiet and she saw his jaw clench. She put her hand to his face
and turned his eyes to her own. ‘Tell me and I’ll believe you.’

His eyes scrutinised her, and then he brought his knees up, slipping off
his jeans, which were still around his ankles. He pulled them onto his chest
and began rummaging around in the pockets. Finally he took out a battered
wallet and flipped it open. He pulled out a dog-eared photo and passed it to
her.

A tiny kid in jeans, boots and a little cowboy hat was clinging on, riding
a frolicking calf.

‘Sam,’ he said. ‘The last day we were together.’

‘I thought Sam was a girl.’ The kid in the photo looked like a boy.

‘She was a real tomboy.’

‘I thought she was only four.’

‘She was.’

‘And she was riding potty calves? Already? You let her do that?’

‘She was a wild thing,’ he said, sounding almost defensive. ‘I could
hardly control her. Loved rodeo. I took her to one every weekend and she’d ride
around on my shoulders. I couldn’t put her down or she’d crawl into the first
pen of bulls she found.’

Sophie looked at the photo again. ‘I reckon I would have liked her.’

He smiled. ‘She would have liked you too.’

‘Where’s her mum?’

‘In Brisbane.’

‘Did you go and see her?’

‘Yeah, I did. We went to Sam’s grave together.’

Sophie was quiet. She felt like a sicko for feeling so envious of him
doing something so intimate and meaningful with someone else, even if it was
Sam’s mother.

‘I met her when she was my lawyer, when I got in trouble as a teenager,’
he offered voluntarily. ‘She was hot. I seduced her. We had a kid.’

Sophie couldn’t think of anything to say that didn’t sound resentful or
needy.

‘She was so good to me after the accident. She stood by me, even though
we weren’t together. I would have got life if she hadn’t helped me. I went over
there to thank her.’ He rolled over and gave her a reassuring grin. ‘She’s still
a frosty bitch.’

‘Why didn’t you stay together?’

He shrugged. ‘She was a champagne and strawberries kind of girl. Loved
the city.’

‘And you were more …’

He rolled over and took her by the wrists, changing the mood dramatically,
‘Into spider hobbles.’ He rose up over her and pinned her arms down, giving her
a smile that was decidedly wolfish.

She gave him large innocent eyes. ‘She didn’t like that?’

‘Not at all.’ Then he reached under the couch and she heard the sound of
chains being dragged out.

‘Oh shit,’ she mumbled.

Four short
lengths of chain were attached to a central ring to form a cross. At the end of
each chain was a thick leather cuff. Brett shackled her hands behind her back
with two of the cuffs before leading her into his room. His sheets, she was
delighted to find, where crisp and white. Once he had her kneeling on the bed,
he ran the chains down to her ankles and attached the other two cuffs. Then he
turned off the light and left her alone in the room.

‘Where are you going?’ she called after him.

He didn’t answer. All she could do was fall backwards with her hands
under her back, her heels pressed up under her bum and her knees wide open. The
breeze from the overhead fan ran over her skin, making it cold, especially
where she was wet – over the tiny beads of sweat between her breasts and
especially between her legs, which she couldn’t close, and where everything was
drenched. The air moved gently over her, making her cool in some places and
freezing in others.

She closed her eyes and went with it, enjoying the sensation and deciding
not to buy into his teasing. She would wait him out. She would not beg.

But lying there, with no idea what he was about to do made her crazy with
frustration and anticipation. She could hear him in the kitchen. Cupboards
opened and a kettle hummed. Cutlery clinked. He was making a cuppa?

 After what seemed like hours, he was back, standing in the shadowy
doorway, sipping what smelled like hot chocolate. A shaft of light came in
through the doorway and cast shadows over her body. He stood, drinking slowly,
watching her. She got wet, watching him watching her. What was going on in that
deliciously dirty mind of his?

He walked over and she felt both sides of the bed dip around her as he
straddled and kneeled over her. She looked up at him. His tattoos were arranged
over his body in a way that was erratic and unplanned; so unlike him, yet
unpredictable in the same way.

He took some hot chocolate in his mouth, leaned forward and kissed her,
letting the hot liquid wash into her mouth and spill onto her cheeks. He moved
further down and ran his hot mouth between her breasts and over her tummy,
biting and sucking as he went, his teeth making her flinch every time they
pulled at her skin. With each flinch, the links of the chains rattled beneath
her.

He reached for the mug again, slowly drank what was left. She watched his
throat swallow, his Adam’s apple jumping up and down. She wanted to bite it.

He dropped the mug to the floor, shifted to the bottom of the bed and
stood over her, then took her by the ankles and yanked her to the edge of the
bed in a quick sudden movement. His hands ran up the inside of her thighs, and
he went down, with the hot chocolate barely down his throat, and put his burning
mouth around her smooth, naked lips, sucking and pulling at one after the
other. And then his tongue was exploring deep inside her, hot and delicious,
alternating between light and teasing and firm and forceful, nipping her clit
and sucking it hard. Her orgasm rose and her back lifted from the bed.

‘Not yet.’ He lifted his head and kissed the inside of her thigh.

She groaned impatiently.

He rolled a glowing blue condom over his prick, and chuckled suddenly. ‘Big
smurf daddy, coming at you.’

She rolled her eyes.

He ran his hands over her tummy, took hold of her ribs and effortlessly
lifted her from the bed. She let her head roll back, going limp in his arms,
with her hands chained behind her back and knees bent, ankles behind her bum,
hanging in the cuffs without resistance. ‘You look so incredibly beautiful like
that,’ he whispered.

He sat on a stool and pulled her onto him. The central ring and the
chains ran over his lap and her ankles hung either side. His wrist coiled
around her hair and held her head back as he brought his hips up and ground into
her. She gripped her thighs around his hips and fucked him hungrily until she
came, with such force that she thought she would pass out.

Her head was still spinning when he lifted her again, dropped her back
onto the bed and rolled her over onto her tummy. Her arms pulled cruelly behind
her. After coming so fiercely, she was wasted, and she didn’t want to hurt like
this. She felt groggy as he slid under her chains and over her back. He pushed
her legs apart and took her from behind, rolling his cock around inside and
making her moan again with both the pain in her arms and the pleasure in her core,
which was still a deranged bundle of nerve endings.