Uncontrollable (16 page)

 Her green eyes bore into mine as she gives me a sly
smile. “I’m letting you watch,” she says simply.

What. The. Fuck.

I close my eyes releasing a sigh. This is going to
be torture. I want to touch her, I want to be the one in control of her body.

I hear her let out a moan, and I open my eyes. She
has her back arched and her hands are on her breasts. I swallow. She slides a
hand down her stomach, and she cups her pussy. “Slade.” She sighs as she enters
herself.

“Yes?” I choke. “Show me, baby.” I want to see all
of it. She moves herself so she is facing me, and she lets her legs fall to the
side. She takes a hand and spreads herself open with her fingers. I can tell
from here that she is dripping wet. I wiggle my hands again. “Undo the cuffs,
Angel,” I try to demand, but it’s barely audible.

 She shakes her head. “I just want you to watch for
now.” She lies back flat as she starts to pleasure herself. Her legs close
slightly and her back arches as she starts to pant. I hear rips and tears as
her heels dig into the bedspread, but I don’t care. She comes loudly with my
name on her lips as if I was really the one making her feel that good.

She lays there in front of me, her body shaking and
her lips parted. She tries to slow her breathing as she sits up. She reaches
over to the nightstand for the key. She doesn’t even get the second one undone
before I’m on top of her pinning her underneath me. She’s still lightly shaking
and breathing heavy in my ear.

“I’m going to love paying you back.” I look down to
her closed eyes, and a slow smile spreads across her face.

 “I know,” she breathes as she opens her eyes. “I
look forward to seeing what you got, big boy.”

 I smile as I reach up to her hand and grab the
handcuff keys out of it. I sit up and undo the other handcuff that is still
wrapped around my wrist. Once done I flip her over and pin her hands behind her
back.

I center myself between her legs as I pull her ass
up into the air. Her knees on the comforter and her heels ripping it to shreds.
“Baby…” she says already panting once again.

I place a hand on her ass, and she flinches.

 I smile. “Remember that burn I was talking about?”
I lightly move my hand in a circle on her ass. “Let’s see if you still agree to
‘wanting’ it, when I’m done.” I lift my hand and smack her ass so hard, my hand
stings as she cries out arching her back and pulling on the cuffs.

Oh yeah, payback is going to be a bitch.

CHAPTER EIGHT

I wake up with a pounding
headache and a sore body. The knock comes again and I half roll, half crawl out
of bed, careful not to wake Slade who is passed out on his stomach with his
arms above his head. I’m pretty sure we both fucked each other senseless last
night. I’m still lightheaded from the high my orgasms gave me.

I place a silk robe around myself and open the door
to see Slade’s friend Parker standing there looking like he hasn’t even been to
bed yet. And I’m pretty sure he’s still in his same clothes from last night.

 His dark eyes look me up and down and then he
wiggles his eyebrows at me.

 “Yes?” I ask not caring how awful my hair and
makeup must look.

 He smirks. “Slade look as good as you do?”

I refrain from rolling my eyes. “What do you want,
Parker?”

 “Slade. Is he here?” He places a hand on the
doorjamb and leans into it.

 I want to say ‘of course he is dip shit’, but
instead I just nod my head as I step aside to allow him in. “He’s still in bed.
Just wait here.” I walk back to our bedroom and continue on into our
bathroom—not caring to wake Slade just yet—my bladder is full. After using the
restroom I walk out to our bedroom and see Parker standing at the foot of our
bed, and Slade sitting up as he rubs his eyes.

 “Fuck,” Parker says as he looks around the room
wide-eyed. The bedspread is on the floor with rips and tears from my heels.
There’s a lamp broken that I accidentally kicked over. The sheets are all
tangled and torn lying on the floor as well.

“I can’t decide if you two fuck like rock starts or
porn stars.” His eyes land on the handcuffs on the floor at the end of the bed,
and he nods his head with a smile on his face.

I narrow my eyes at him, and I hear Slade chuckle.

I look at Slade, and he has a pillow covering his
manhood. He has my red lipstick lips all over his chest, neck, and they trail
all the way down to where… well, past the pillow that he’s shielding himself
with.

 “I would keep that comforter.” Parker nods looking
down at it on the floor. “You know, like a souvenir. I’d pin that shit up on my
bedroom wall at home.”

I walk up to him and place my hands on his back as
I push him though our bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind him.

“Don’t mind if I listen, do you?” he shouts from
the other side. “Now I know why you asked Josh about bondage when we were
talking about anal last night.”

 Slade laughs as he ditches the pillow and gets out
of bed.

 I turn to face him. “That doesn’t bother you?” I
ask frowning.

 He shakes his head as he comes up to me. “He’s
harmless. He knows I would kick his ass if he really meant those things,” he
says undoing the knot on my robe.I let it slide off of my shoulders and fall to
the floor as his eyes look me over.

Then Parker’s words sink in. “Josh? Bondage? Anal?”
I arch an eyebrow as I cross my hands over my chest letting him know he’s not
gonna get a look until he answers the question.

 “Uh—” He looks down at the floor.

 “Just what were you guys talking about last
night?”
Do I really wanna know?
I can only imagine how a conversation
like that would go between five men.

“Those things you just mentioned,” he smirks.

I bite on my lip for a few seconds. “So you’ve done
anal?” We have never had this conversation on what all we have done before we
got together. I know he hasn’t been dominant with anyone else, but there’s
still so much more out there that he could have done with someone else.

“I have not had it done to me,” he says with a smirk.

I refrain from rolling my eyes. “Have you fucked a
girl in her ass?” I obviously need to be very clear on what I’m asking.

He burst out laughing.

“What?” I demand.

He starts coughing as he tries to cover up his
laughter. He finally stops and looks at me. He’s trying to be serious, but the
smirk on his face tells me it’s hard for him.

 “Yes, I’ve done that.”

I ponder that sentence as I look him in the eyes.
Of
course he’s done it.
Look what I’m willing to let him do to me. I’m sure
women have just said ‘take me however you want me’.

 “Why haven’t we done it?” I ask curiously.

That got a serious look from him. The smirk
vanishes and his eyebrows shoot up. “Have you done it before?” he asks slowly.

 I shake my head. “No, but you also haven’t even
tried with me. Why not?”

He places his hands on my arms shoulders. “I’ve
just never thought of it.”

 “Hmm,” I say.

“What?”

I let out a sigh and unfold my arms. “I don’t know
if I should be thankful or offended.”

 He chuckles pulling me into a hug. “Is that something
you want to try?”

I look up at him. Is it? Not really. I’ve heard
some horror stories from Courtney. That girl will try anything. But if it’s
something he likes… “If you want to, I would try it.”

 He leans down and kisses my forehead. “Anal is one
of those things that you want because you can’t have it.” He shrugs. “With you,
I don’t need it.”

I sigh in relief, and that makes him chuckle again.
“Turn around,” he orders with a smile on his face.

I turn for him, and he starts rubbing my ass with
his palm. “It still has my handprint,” he says quietly.

I turn and place my hands on his face. “Don’t do
that. We were both rough last night.” I smile as I look at the hickey on his
neck and the scratch marks on his chest that cut through the red lipstick
marks.

 “I was too rough.” He places his hand on my
collarbone where he bit me.

 “I never told you to stop,” I remind him. I have
come to the conclusion; the rougher the better.

He smiles. “True.” He takes my hand. “Come on.
Let’s get ready for the day.” He pulls me toward the bathroom. “How do you
feel?”

 “Like shit.” I look at myself in the mirror and
cringe. My makeup is probably all over those expensive sheets and comforter
that we destroyed. What’s left of my mascara and black eyeliner is smeared
under my eyes.

He turns to face me in the mirror. “You have been
cussing a lot lately,” he says with a smile on his face.

I shrug. “You’re wearing off on me, is all.”

 “Oh is that it? You’re going to blame me?” he
teases, turning the shower on.

I nod my head.

 “Well maybe I should wash your mouth out with
soap,” he says in all seriousness.

I walk up to him with a smirk on my face as I grab
his semi-hard dick in my hand.

“Whoa.” He tries to jump back, but I don’t let go.

“I can think of something else you can clean my mouth
out with.” My eyes drop down to his growing erection in my hand.

 “Jesus Christ, Angel,” he hisses. “You’re trying
to kill me.”

 I let go and push away from him. “If you can’t
take it…” I enter the shower.

 I hear the shower door slam behind me, and I turn
around to see him staring down at me. “I can take it.”

I tilt my head. “Are you sure about that?”

 He reaches down and starts stroking himself. His
large, firm hand wraps around his now fully erect dick. And I’m pretty sure
it’s the sexiest thing he has ever done. Watching him pleasure himself is
turning me on more and more every second.

“You’re going to be the one to take it.” His deep,
commanding voice makes a shiver run through my body. “Now. To your knees.” His
voice has turned rough, and it makes me break out in goosebumps.

 He’s right. I am. I go down to my knees and look
up at him as he gives me just what I want.

We walk out of the bedroom
to find Parker sitting on the couch. “Wow.” He whistles. “You two clean up
nicely.” He looks down at his watch. “Even if it did take you forever.”

“Why are you even here?” I ask.

He ignores me and looks at Slade. “Now I know why
you’re marrying her.” He lifts his hand and gestures toward our bedroom.
“Freaky.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “I like that.”

“What’s the plan for today?” I turn to ask Slade,
ignoring him this time.

“How about some shopping?” Slade suggests, looking
over to me from the window.

“Dude, we are not going shopping,” Parker whines.

Slade looks from me to Parker. “Do you want to go
shopping?” he asks me.

I turn and give Parker a big smile. “Yes. I do.”

 He lets out a sigh. “Shopping it is,” he relents,
standing up. “Please tell me we are at least going to go out tonight and get
trashed?” Parker pleads.

“It’s whatever Angel wants to do,” Slade states as
he sits down and slides on his shoes.

“I want to gamble. I’m thinking blackjack.” I love
blackjack. My dad always had game nights with his employees, and I would always
take their money.

Parker smiles. “I’m pretty good at blackjack. I can
show you a few things.”

I just nod. I’m sure I’ll show him a few things.

We go to walk out of our suite when I feel my phone
in my pocket vibrate.

Missy:
Will you help me do my hair and
makeup tonight?

I smile, remembering when she asked me that just a couple
of days ago while lying on my bathroom floor.

Me:
Yes. Have you landed yet?

I hated that she had to stay back a day for school
but at least she was able to come in the first place.

Missy:
Yes. I just checked into my hotel
room.

Me:
We are about to go do some shopping.
Would you like to come?

Missy:
Sounds good. I will meet you down
in the lobby.

Me:
Okay.

 “Missy is going to go shopping with us,” I
announce once we get into the elevator.

 “Oh, has she arrived?” Slade looks down at his
watch. “I thought she wasn’t coming in until three.”

I shrug. “She said she’s already in her room.”

 Parker rubs his hands together. “Who is this Missy
chick? Is she single and dirty?”

 I pull my lip back in disgust. “Dirty? As in like
nasty? No. Missy is very sweet and pretty. Way out of your league,” I mumble.”

 “No.” He shakes his head. “I meant dirty as in
‘down to get dirty’.”

 Before I can tell him I’m not getting what he’s
trying to say, Slade speaks up. “She’s off-limits, Parker.”

Just as we step off of the elevator we come face to
face with Tate. He’s standing there with his hands in his worn-out jean pockets
as he looks around the noisy casino. “What are you doing?” I ask.

 He turns to look at me. “Been playing some cards,”
he says.

“Win anything?” Parker asks.

 Tate nods but doesn’t offer up how much he has
won. “We are getting ready to go do some shopping. Do you want to join us?” I
ask.

 “I don’t know. I’m thinking about going up to my
room to take a nap.”

 Parker waves his hand in the air. “You can sleep
later. Let’s go find us some bitches for tonight.”

 That gets a smile out of Tate. “Sounds good.”

They start to walk off when the elevator across of
us opens and out walks the cutest little blonde I know.

“Hey guys,” Missy says walking over to us. “Ready
to go do some shopping?” she says with a smile on her face.

 I can’t help but love Missy. I wasn’t lying when I
told Parker that she was pretty. She is the natural, girl next door pretty. Her
dirty blond hair hangs down past her shoulders and her black rimmed glasses
she’s always pushing up her nose has her looking like the naughty little school
teacher at times. She is just as nice as she is pretty as well. She’s so petite
you just want to put her in your pocket.

“Absolutely,” I say walking over to her and leaving
the guys behind us. “I’m thinking that I want a new pair of heels to wear
tonight,” I say to her, and we start to walk off.