Wicked Lovers 06.5 Wicked All The Way (10 page)

“Yes.” She dropped her gaze again.

He hooked a hand under her chin and made her meet his stare.
“And I want to know what makes you happy, just like I need to know what makes
you feel good. You spit it all out, the good and the bad.”

She nibbled on her lower lip. “I will.”

“You’re going to find it hard sometimes, and I’m sure I’ll
have to dig it out of you every now and then.” Finally, a smile cracked his
face, and he looked at a little hanging flogger with a roguish gleam in his
eyes. “But that could be fun, too.”

She answered with a blushing little smile. “I always knew
you were a wicked man.”

His smile fell, and that compelling stare dominated again.
“You’re about to find out.”

He ushered her to the bed, picked her up, and laid her
across the sheets. She hissed at their coolness against her back, arching away
from them. Caleb seized the opportunity, put his arms around her, and unhooked
her bra. Her breasts sprang free as he tore it away, the chilly air beading her
nipples even more. But his rapt stare suddenly made her feel hot all over.

“Give me your wrists,” he demanded, his voice thick.

Trembling, she held them out to him.

Caleb took them in a firm grip and bent, dragging her arms
over her head. Carlotta knew what was coming…knew it, yet the feel of those
cuffs fastening around her wrists with a metallic click did crazy little things
to her heartbeat. She gave an experimental tug. No way she was going anywhere.
Her gaze bounced up to his harsh face, and she knew the mild panic sliding
through her had to be showing in her expression.

“You’re doing fine, Lottie. Deep breaths. Relax. Feel the
softness of the bed under you,” his voice coaxed. “Feel my hands soothing you.”

He curled his fingers around her wrists, then caressed his
way down her arms, all the way to where her shoulders lifted to stretch to the
restraints. He swept his palm under her in a slow, soothing glide, feeling his
way to her waist. His touch was so gentle, patient. As his skin kissed hers, he
brought her to tingling life. She let out a long sigh of pleasure and closed
her eyes, melting into the bed.

“That’s it, baby. Just let go of whatever you’re worried
about. Give it over to me. I’ll take care of everything.”

She focused on doing exactly as he said, emptying her head,
not dwelling on her less-than-pleasurable past experiences, not thinking about
what he might demand of her next. She simply tried to put herself in his
capable hands and trust. Even more tension eased from her muscles. She didn’t
even move except to let her lids flutter open when he bent to kiss between her
breasts and pulled her underwear down her thighs, then off.

Caleb sat back on his heels. “Gorgeous, baby. Just perfect.

Running a finger from her cleavage, down her abdomen, all
the way to her slick folds, he stared, cataloging her every reaction. He
watched her breathe, blink, flush. And he smiled.

“Are you happy?” She wanted to know,
had
to know, if he was pleased by the sight of her naked and bound
for him.

“You have no idea. Having you here fills a need that’s been
gaping inside me since we met, but you surrendering this way… You can’t know
how much I’ve longed for the right woman to submit to me. I have no doubt now
that you are that woman. Lottie…”

Whatever he had planned to say dissolved as he eased on top
of her, balancing himself on his elbows—with his mouth right over her nipples.
He breathed on them, a hot, toe-curling pant. She felt him all the way through
her body and tried to arch again. The hard tips brushed his lips, and Caleb’s
gaze scolded her for rushing him, but he licked one of the tender buds. She
gasped. They had become so rigid and far more sensitive than she could ever remember.

When he sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, she moaned
his name.

“These are beautiful, baby. I’m going to want my mouth on
them a lot. You’ll see.”

That sounded like heaven.

He repeated the process with her other nipple, suckling her
so slowly, she wanted to throw her arms around him and scratch his back, force
his head farther onto her breast—something. The cuffs assured she could do
nothing but take the slow climb of arousal he dished out.

And Caleb dragged it out, forcing her to wait, to take the
pleasure until she was restless and writhing under him. Then he stood and
shucked his jeans and boxer-briefs, exposing the rest of his lean, sculpted
body, along with that large, jutting masculine flesh she prayed would fill her
soon.
Dios
, he was beautiful.

He wrapped his hand around his staff and caressed it slowly
with a slight turn of his wrist as he neared the tip. As he threw back his head
and hissed, Carlotta felt her mouth water and thought she might go insane if he
didn’t do something soon.

“I need…” She panted, trying to catch her breath and keep
her wits.

“Tell me, Lottie.” He continued with that maddening stroke
up and down his erection, teasing her, toying with her wishes until they became
desperate.

“I need you inside me. I need to feel you deep. I need to
feel like yours.”

Caleb climbed back on the bed and settled himself between
her legs as he spread them wide, his gaze roaming her well-loved nipples, her
soft belly…her slick flesh that ached for him.

“I’m going to thrust inside you and I’m going to fuck you
deep, baby. You’re going to know you’re mine.” He grinned. “But if, after that,
you’re still not totally convinced, we can do it again.”

Lightness and a ridiculous overflowing of joy filled her. “I
might need a lot of convincing.”

“My pleasure. Let’s see if we can give you some, too.”

He clamped hot hands around her thighs, electrifying her
with his touch. Her body jolted.

“Shh,” he soothed. “I’ve got you.”

Yes, he did, and she gratefully let his palms drift up,
until his seeking fingers prowled through the slick flesh between her legs and
he rubbed slowly at the bundle of nerves there. She wanted more of the orgasms
she knew Caleb was capable of giving her, but she also wanted to join with him
so very much…

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Let it build a bit, Lottie. Trust me to know what to do.”

She didn’t even have to answer. He proved very quickly that
he knew exactly how to arouse her. His teasing fingers plied over her little
button and the pleasure clawed through her body until she arched and wailed and
spread her legs wider.

“Pleeeaaassseee…”

“I like to hear your begging. Soon. Really soon, I promise.
God, your pussy is so pretty, all deeply rosy and pouting. And so wet. I know
you’re going to be tight. You’re going to kill my self-control. I’ve waited
forever for you, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to make sure you enjoy
this.”

“I will,” she swore, all but begging. “I am sure. Whatever
you want…”

Caleb chuckled. “Exactly what I wanted to hear.”

Before she could reply, he slid two of his fingers on either
side of her bundle of nerves, creating a new sensation, exciting her with a
whole new friction. Her breathing hitched, and she clenched her hands into
fists. Frantically, she lifted her hips to him.

He pushed them back down. “You can’t make me give this to
you any faster. A little at a time. Let it burn slow, baby.”

“It is so...overwhelming. The burn, it almost hurts.”

“What hurts is the prolonged wait. Have you thought about me
in the last few weeks?”

She nodded desperately. “Every day.”

“Every night?”

“Yes.”

“Did you want to call me?”

Goodness, more than he knew. “Many times.”

“Did you miss me?”

“Every moment.”

“Did you want me in your bed? In your pussy?”

No man had ever spoken to her this way, and she found it
aroused her unbearably. “Constantly.”

“Did you touch yourself and think of me?”

She flushed. How could she be honest about that?

He pulled his hand away, ceased that constant, sweet stroke
on her most sensitive flesh. “Lottie, I asked you a question.”

The burn turned hotter, hurt more.

“Yes.” She felt as if the word had been wrenched from her
soul.

He resumed stroking her, this time a bit faster, as if in
reward. “Did you come?”

“Yes…” she whispered.

“I jacked off every goddamn day thinking of you. I came to
Lafayette tonight because I knew you would be here. I’d planned to finish putting
together the dungeon, then shower up and head to the kids’ apartment. We were
going to have dinner and talk, then I was going to take you
somewhere—anywhere—and fuck you until you admitted that you were mine.”

“I am yours. I said it earlier. I say it again now.” She
twisted her head from side to side, her voice a high-pitched pleading. “I will
say it tomorrow and every day you will listen. Please!”

He eased down to her side, his fingers never leaving her
except to slide two inside her and part them wide while his thumb rubbed her
clitoris. The sensations were even more dazzling, and she felt the rush of
orgasm begin to gather between her thighs, the bliss flooding her body. Every
muscle tensed. She held her breath.

And Caleb covered her with his body, gathered her thighs in
his grip, and probed at her entrance…

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Finally.

Carlotta Buckley was about to become
his
after weeks and months of waiting and hoping and wanting.
His—now and always.

He drove his cock inside her in one smooth stroke, pushing
past clamping, fluttering muscles so tight with need.

The head of his dick scraped her soft, silken walls, and he
groaned low in his chest.
Jesus!
There was no way he was going to last long, especially when she gasped and
moved with him, urging him deeper. He slid all the way down into her.
Like fucking molasses.
She gripped him
as he withdrew, then shoved his way inside her again. If anything, she was more
snug, her body even more poised on the edge.
So goddamn perfect.

“We’re going to come together, Lottie. I can feel you, baby.
I know you’re close. But you wait for me, you hear?”

She threw her head back with a whimper. But she nodded. God,
Carlotta in the throes and impaled on his cock was even more beautiful than
he’d imagined. Sensual. Sexual. Womanly. She fucking glowed, and he wanted the
chance to do this to her every day for the rest of their lives.

“That’s good,” he praised, picking up his pace. “So good…”

Every movement tingled up his spine. Blood surged through
his body as he pumped her deeper, faster, harder. Hell, she was going to blow
the top of his head off. That snug little pussy clamped down on him again. She
moaned once more, cried out his name.

Caleb was done for.

He adjusted her thighs into the crooks of his elbows and
slammed his mouth over hers. She whimpered again as he kissed her. Her tongue
danced an uninhibited tango with his as he pounded her cunt, one deep stroke
after the next. Then that unmistakable thrill zipped down his spine. Tingles
brewed in his balls. His cock blazed with need, and he felt everything rising
up inside him.

“Now, Lottie. Come!”

She surrendered the rigid hold she’d held over her body, and
her flesh gripped him unmercifully before pulsing all around him, stroking his
cock. His eyes closed as the ecstasy steamrolled him, and he groaned as he
spilled deep inside her, feeling her buck and jolt, yet somehow moving with him
as she screamed.

After a long, hazy moment, the orgasm subsided, and he felt
Lottie’s mouth still under his. The passionate fucking gave way to a deep kiss
of reverence. Then he lifted his head.

“You’re mine now.”

“Yours.” She smiled up at him, tears shimmering in her eyes.
“I feel so…cherished and beautiful. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me, Lottie. Love me.”

She pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I do. I think I always
have. I know I always will.”

Christmas Eve

Carlotta stomped on her breaks in front of Gordon’s house,
and the car came to a shuddering halt as the morning sun streamed through the
windshield. She had long ago ceased thinking of this as their house. Her time
here in this prison had passed. As she looked out the window at the wide,
perfectly manicured lawn and big beige front door, a thousand unhappy memories
assaulted her. How had she lived here, so stifled, for so long?

“You don’t have to do this,” Caleb said beside her from the
passenger’s seat. “If you choose not to, it won’t change who you are, my
opinion of you, or what happens next with us.”

She turned to him. Other than her children, he was the
brightest spot in her life. She had awakened this morning with a smile, wrapped
in his arms. Slowly, he had caressed her well-loved body, arousing it, then
filling it again. And she thanked God for giving her this man and this second
chance at a happy future.

“Thank you,
querido
.
But I need this. For me.”

He peered up at the house and through the window. “I don’t
see a tree up. Are you sure he’s going to be home?”

“Gordon does not like Christmas trees. In his opinion, they
are silly and messy, even artificial ones.”

And she thought about all the years that she did without or
made do with an artificial tabletop shrub wrapped with tinsel and a few bulbs
for the children’s sake. Since leaving Gordon, she had put up a lavish tree for
herself each year, just because she could. And the huge, beautiful tree that
she and Caleb had decorated in Hunter and Kata’s new house would take
everyone’s breath away. It had certainly stolen hers…along with the deep kisses
of passion Caleb had given her as they decorated.