The Lyon Trilogy (9 page)

"So the fuck what, it's a car, just
make sure you don't get scratched up... forget about the ride. Where's that
book of yours?"

My face heated up, he has got to be
kidding.

"You can't read my book."

"Don't want to. We do this we're
doing it my way, and I don't want someone else's guidelines in your head, so
hand it over."

I dug in my bag and gave him the book with
a little huff.

"See that right there, attitude, I like
it, but sometimes if you give me shit at the wrong time there might be
consequences. I'm not turning off this shit outside the bedroom, this shit is
twenty four seven, which means I say who, how and when. Speaking of which, did
you tell Jared about this weekend?"

I shuffled my feet a little because I
hadn't yet, and I didn't quite know how, so I just shook my head.

"Why not?"

"Um, I don't know what to tell
him?"

"What the fuck is so hard. You just
tell him you're not going, and if you have to, then tell him it was my
call."

"Are you saying I can't be friends
with Jared, because that's so not fair, especially since you have that Rossetti
chick coming in and out if here as she pleases."

Oh shit, I wasn't going to bring that up,
or how it made me feel.

"Look at me. The relationship between
you and Jared had better not be anything like the catastrophe I had with her.
She's my past, you're my future, and you have nothing to worry about on that
score, so get her out your head. As for you rock climbing, it wouldn't matter
who you were doing it with. I told you already, if you're going to be doing
that dangerous shit, then I have to be there to take care of you, so to answer
your question, no I'm not saying you can't be friends. There's just some things
that you won't be allowed to do anymore with him."

Wait a damn minute.

"Excuse me, allowed?"

"Yep, that's what a Dom does, Angel,
he makes those types of decisions, so I don't know what was in your book, but
like I said, it's not something I turn on and off, and if I don't want you
doing something you're not doing it. We clear?"

"Yes, drill sergeant." I saluted
him.

"Cute, now get to work before that
mouth gets you into trouble." He looked down at my book with a look of
distaste before throwing it in the trash.

Oh how I wish my mouth would get me in
trouble. What happened to 'you have one day to prepare', and how pray tell did
you prepare for...whatever it is I'm preparing for?

My face got hot again just thinking about
it.

"What're you thinking about
now?"

Damn, didn't he miss anything?

"Nothing, going to work now, lots to
do."

"Get back here."

He pulled me back by my shirt, and I found
myself riding that bulge again as his hands made a mess of my hair while his
tongue played tag with mine.

"Sweet, fuck."

That growl made me put a little extra
wriggle in my grinding expedition.

"Keep that up you're gonna get fucked
in five minutes flat."

He pressed his hard on into me. I was sure
the wetness would seep through my clothes, and his, and leave a big wet spot
for all the world to see.

"You better go, babe." He said
this even as he took my mouth again. How come none of the books ever mentioned
that you could go dumb, deaf, and blind from a fuck awesome kiss?

He released me slowly, and I held on a
little longer until I found my legs again.

"Go, baby."

I hightailed it to my desk and sat down
before I collapsed.

What a way to start the day. All this hotness
was going to do me in, along with all the conversations we'd been having over
the last two weeks. Him trying to learn my every little secret, my 'kink' as he
calls it, and him being so master of my domain I wasn't going to make it to
V-day.

He'd dragged my fetish for piercings and
tats out of me, and divulging the fact that he had a piercing of his own which
made me swoon at just the thought. He didn't tell me where it was, but I could
guess.

His ears weren't pierced, neither was his
tongue, and I could see through his shirts that his nipples weren't either, so
that left only one place.

There she goes, I creamed on myself again.

I was about to head to the bathroom to fix
myself when he came out the office on his way to the shop.

"By the way you're coming home with
me tonight."

Yep, that statement was very conducive to
me having a productive day, not.

I almost stapled my fingers together, and
I stared at one line for half an hour on the computer screen before realizing
that I didn't understand one word. I forget invoices, and it was best to leave
those alone for another day before I really mucked things up.

One part of me was ready, oh so ready, I
mean when was I ever going to get another opportunity like this again. A hot
guy who saw nothing strange about me wanting him to dominate me in every way,
and who went so far as to draw out of me all my little embarrassing secrets, so
he could some day fulfill them?

I don't think I'd be that lucky again, so
that girl wanted to grab the bull by the horns and hang on for the ride of her
life.

And then there was the other part of me,
the side that had learned to be extra cautious, and to guard her heart and her
person from hurt, she wanted to take over, and was even now urging me to run as
far and as fast as my feet would carry me.

* * * * *

I had a stupid grin on my face as I left
the offices, because of the look on her face when I told her about tonight.
Hell yeah.

I'm not a complete idiot, so I know she
was going to run the gamut of emotions today. It's not every day a girl loses
her virginity, and it's a big decision. What if she wastes it on a douche?

We've only been doing this dance for a
short few weeks. No long term dating and getting to know each other, we did
that shit every night, either while I was throwing her around on the mat, or
later when we had our marathon phone sessions.

I pretty much know what my Angel needed
from me, and I also know her experience has no place in our bed, so I'd been
working on getting that shit out of the way first.

I'd spent the last two weeks getting her
used to my touch, kissing her, and petting her. Always close whenever we were
alone together, so that she wouldn't freak the fuck out when I finally got her
under me. That's no way to start shit off.

I left her alone until about lunchtime,
and I figured she was probably at that point where she's questioning the
quickness of our relationship. I know women get hung up on that shit.

As a man I know what I want, and I have no
time for games.

I would give her time to adjust to the
idea, but what the fuck is the point in prolonging the inevitable, fuck that.
If we waited any longer, then I just might end up dragging her off somewhere
for a quickie.

She was so ready for me whether she
realized it or not.

Each time I came into the room, and she
stared at me with lust in her eyes, told me, or when her body shook after I'd
brushed up against her accidentally, and her scent. I love the smell of her
arousal.

I kept all these things from her. If I
told her how she gave herself away every time I came close, then she'd just
retreat back into her shell.

Now it's time for lunch, and I feel the need
to start the seduction process, and get her nice and primed for later.

"Let's go."

She grabbed her bag and stood from behind
her desk without question.

Good girl.

I kept my hand on her nape as I led her
outside to my bike. I'd parked the hawk for now since there really wasn't any
room for her on it, so the Ducati was getting some road play.

I love the way her eyes light up when she
sees one of my bikes, though I'd had to threaten to tan her ass if I ever
caught her doing one of her crazy stunts on such a powerful bike.

Her short skirt rode high up on her thighs
as she climbed on behind me. Something that usually wouldn't have bothered me,
it is kinda sexy, but since it was her I felt a little burn.

"Hold onto me tight, I don't want you
flashing other guys on the way."

I really should've thought of...shit, her
pussy was hot, and she'd pulled herself right up against me Her arms locked
around my middle, and her head turned sideways on my back, and the front if her
skirt rose up leaving just her thin panties between her cunt and my back.

Hope I don't have a fucking wipeout.

I started up the bike and we were off. I
hadn't missed the knowing looks of my crew either, so I'll be knocking some
heads together when I got back.

Our first stop was a perfumer. I'd been in
talks with my guy for a few days, and eventually I wanted her to have her own
scent, one made specifically for her. Today we were here for them to meet, so
he could add to the information I'd already given him, and also to get her
something until her Angel scent was made.

"Jean Paul, this is my Angel. I told
you what I wanted already, and I just wanted you to see the beauty you were
making it for, give it that extra touch."

"Of course, of course, Mr. Lyon,
Ms."

He studied her from head to toe as if
measuring her for a suit, and taking notes on lord knows what, but all I know
is that he's really good at this shit.

We left with a couple different scents
that I'd chosen for her, and our next stop was the Jeweler's.

"Colton, you don't have to buy me
anything, why..."

I ignored her as I chose a beautiful
sapphire and diamond anklet for her.

That was my first sign of ownership.
There's just something about an ankle bracelet that screams sex.

Some people liked collars, but I wasn't
going that route, no, instead I had other ideas for tying her to me.
Permanently.

We'd discussed piercings, which I was glad
to learn she was excited about. I wouldn't have wanted her to get them just
because I wanted her to, so the fact that she was into it was perfect.

I led her by the hand to our next stop
which wasn't too far away, a hosiery and lingerie shop.

She pulled back a little, probably from
embarrassment.

"Easy, Angel, it's just
clothing." I squeezed her hand softly before continuing on into the
establishment.

It was like every woman's fantasy, or
every perv's, they had something for everyone. I wasn't looking for anything
racy today though. We'll save that for later.

No, today I was in the market for
something virginal and sweet, like her.

I chose a few without the help of the
sales girl, who I found to be rather rude. How come I never noticed how fucked
up some chicks could be before? I mean as a dude if some fuck was checking out
my woman right in front of me, or even had the gonads to flirt with her right
in my face, I'd throat punch the fucker before stomping a mud hole in his ass,
but these bitches were some bold fuckers.

I didn't like the way Kat seemed to shrink
into herself just then when the blonde twit forced herself between us on the
pretense of helping, so I'd pulled her into my side and whispered in her ear.

"Never back down from another bitch,
own your shit, I've got your back."

You should've seen the smile on her face,
or the bitch brow she gave the twat.

"We won't be needing your help today,
so run along now."

My baby gave her the fingers flick, like
she was shooing a fly or some shit.

Blondie's face was red like fire as she
slithered back to her post.

After that Kat was back to being herself,
or the person she was becoming here lately.

I chose an ivory lace and satin gown with
a matching robe, and it reminded of the shit those bad bitches wore in the old
sixties and seventies movies.

I had her pick out some under things and
stockings and other girly shit she liked even though she grumbled the whole
way, whatever, I'd never done this shit before, and gone shopping for my woman,
but I knew for damn sure it's part of the package, at least it ought to be.

We had to have the stuff delivered to her
house since we were on the bike, so I took her home right after instead of back
to the office. I myself had to knock off early because I had shit to prepare
for tonight, and just thinking about it made my mouth water.

"I'll come get you around eight. I'm
making dinner, so don't eat okay."

"Kay."

I kissed her goodbye and watched until she
was in the house before pulling off. I had a meeting with the chief, and
hopefully it will be a short one. She's of age, after all, but when you planned
to take a man's daughter from his house, you should have the decency to do it
right.

* * * * *

Oh, my...giddy is not the word to describe
how I feel right now.

I keep looking at my new sparkly anklet. It's
hot with tiny little sapphire angels with diamond wings, and they're so flat I
can't even feel them around my ankle.

As soon as my delivery arrived I was on
the phone with Carol. She's in college now, but she was home on break.

"Carol, oh my gosh, you've got to
help me. I have like a little less than four hours to get ready and..."

"Slow down, slow down, what?"

"So okay, I think tonight's the night
with your brother and—"

I had to move the phone away from my ear
her scream was so loud.

"I'll be right there."

"No no no, a spa. We need a
spa."

"Not enough time, so you'll need to
come here. I have everything, so why don't you just come on over?"

"Can't, your brother took my
truck."

"Told you so. Okay, I'll come get
you, but just so you know, mom's here, and she might stick her nose in."

"Oh no, you can't tell her. You know
how embarrassing that would be?"

"Mum's the word. Okay I'm
leaving."

I was on pins and needles the whole time, so
I couldn't even risk giving myself a quick shave for fear of slicing myself.

Carol was there twenty minutes later
laying in the horn.

I ran downstairs and out the door. I
wasn't taking my stuff because Colton was coming back to my dad's to pick me up.

It was already four o'clock, and I needed
to be done and back by seven.

"We have to be back in time for me to
pack an overnight bag for you." Carol put her Beamer in drive, and we took
off like we were trying out for NASCAR.

"Colton already took care of
that."

"Oh he did did he, well we'll just
have to have a little surprise for him, won't we?"

I'm not sure this is such a great idea
after all, for all that we were the same age, Carols' experiences were years
ahead of mine. If some of the stories she told of what her and Jason got up to
were to be believed.

"Stop worrying, you'll be fine."

For the next two and a half hours I was
primped from top to bottom, and I might as well have gone to a spa.

My eyebrows were plucked, and my legs and
armpits denuded along with my girlie bits.

My hair had been blown straight and hung
down to my ass.