Everything He Demands (13 page)

“
You
like
that?
I
love
all
of
you
and
how
you
submit
to
me.
”
Rock
sucked
at
my
opening,
taking
my
breath
away.

My
face
grew
warm.
No
man
had
ever
done
anything
like
this.
It
was
so
intimate,
but
somehow
I
trusted
him.

His
finger
inside
me
was
welcome
when
it
came.
He'd
oiled
it,
and
it
slid
right
in
as
if
I
were
made
for
him.

“
So
tight.
So
pretty.
You're
so
sweet,
and
I'm
so
dark,
Lacey,
and
flawed.
”

I
arched
against
his
finger,
wanting
more
of
him.
His
words
turned
me
on,
though
I
didn't
understand
him.
His
past
was
an
enigma
to
me,
and
the
caller's
words
about
murder
came
back.

“
How
dark?
”
I
whispered.

“
There's
a
part
of
me
so
black
it
never
comes
to
the
light.
It
was
made
years
ago
when
I
was
an
orphan.
”
He
sighed,
inserting
another
finger
inside
me.
 

I
gasped
as
he
picked
up
his
pace
and
smacked
my
ass.

“
I
want
to
know
all
about
you,
Rock.
”

“
You
will.
You
are
getting
to
right
now.
This
is
me.
”
He
pushed
his
fingers
inside
me
to
the
hilt,
and
I
cried
out
as
my
clit
throbbed
against
the
silky
sheets.

I
needed
release.

“
Please.
”

“
Please
what?
Beg
me
for
it,
Lacey.
I
need
to
hear
you
tell
me
what
you
need.
”

“
I
want
to
come.
I
want
your
cock
inside
me.
I
need
it
so
bad,
Rock.
”
My
voice
was
like
gravel,
craven
with
need.

“
I
think
I
can
arrange
that
with
a
little
twist.
”
He
pulled
my
hair
gently,
and
I
cried
out.
“
Say
my
name,
Lacey.
Who
dominates
your
pussy?
”

“
You
do,
Rock.
Rock
Weldon
does.
”

The
moment
was
surreal.
I
was
really
being
fingered
in
the
ass
by
the
hottest,
most
fascinating
man
I'd
ever
met
in
my
life
—
and
I
was
going
to
be
engaged
to
him
tomorrow.
Falsely.

The
vibrator
roared
to
life
again,
and
he
placed
it
under
me,
against
my
clit.

I
whimpered
as
I
lay
on
top
of
it.
Rock
pushed
it
inside
me,
and
I
mewled
like
a
kitten.
My
inner
thighs
were
slippery
with
my
own
wetness.
He
slid
the
vibrator
out
again,
agonizingly
slowly,
and
laid
it
against
my
clit
again.

My
breath
came
in
harsh
gasps
as
my
clit
tingled
at
the
contact.
Rock
spread
my
cheeks
with
his
hands,
and
I
groaned
with
the
thought
of
what
he
was
going
to
do
—
hurt
me
and
bring
me
great
pleasure.

Oil
slid
down
my
cleft.

“
I
can't
wait
to
get
inside
you,
Lacey.
We're
going
to
do
so
many
things
together.
Can
I
trust
you?
”
The
question
surprised
me.

“
Yes.
”
I
was
learning
how
hard
and
yet
how
vulnerable
Rock
Weldon
really
was.

“
Good.
You
can
trust
me
too.
”
As
he
spoke,
he
rubbed
the
tip
of
his
cock
against
my
entrance.

“
Oh
God.
Oh...
”
I
couldn't
help
myself.

“
What
do
you
want,
Lacey?
”

I
could
hardly
speak
as
my
orgasm
built
inside
me.

“
I
want
you
to
do me, Rock.” I ground the words out as jolts of pleasure went through me.

“
I can oblige you there.” He nipped at my ear and clutched at my hips harder. When he slid his cock home past the rings of my tight opening, I moaned.

“
Umm, that feels amazing.” I clutched at the bedposts, my restraints making it impossible to do anything else.

“
Who knows how to make you feel good, Ms. Pate?” Rock whispered the words in my ear as he flicked his tongue across it and rammed his cock home.

“
You do, Rock.” I whimpered and arched back to meet him. My clit was on fire. “I'm going to come.”

“
Hold on for a minute for me. I'm enjoying this too much, and I want to come with you.”

I mewled in frustration as he burrowed into me with his cock again. He smacked my ass—hard—and I yelped.

“
Just wait till I use the whip on you. You're going to love that, Lace.”

I caught my breath at his usage of the endearment. I wouldn't mind being Lace to him.

The contractions in my core made it hard to hold off an orgasm. “It feels so good. I need to come.” I sighed as he slid out of me again.

“
You have my permission.”

He shouted his release, and I groaned from deep within myself as waves of pleasure washed over me again and again. Rock rolled off me, clasping him to me, his cock against my ass.

“
Maybe I'll let you free now if you promise not to run off into the night...or early morning as it may be.” He kissed a trail down my neck as I shivered at his touch, feeling spent and sleepy.

“
I'd like that, and I won't run away.”

“
You sure seemed to enjoy being tied up. That's good. I knew we were birds of a feather from the moment I saw you.” I heard a clinking, and then my wrists were free. Rock pulled the blindfold off me and silenced the vibrator.

“
I did. I'd never done that before.”

“
That's just the beginning,” he said and held my body closer to his.

* * * *

When I awoke the next morning, Rock was nowhere to be found. Disappointment zinged through me.

He's working. He has a company to run and a lot of problems to deal with.

I sighed and sat up. Breakfast waited for me on my nightstand—gorgeous cheese, fruit, bread, and steaming chocolate goat's milk from what I could tell.

I ate with relish, realizing I was starving.

A knock sounded on my door. “Ms. Pate?”

I recognized the housekeeper's voice.