Freed (Bad Boy Hitman Romance) (52 page)

I suspected I knew and it both thrilled and scared me.

Chapter 26

Emily

His tongue swirled around the nipple until it turned into a rock hard nub, then he sucked it into his mouth, sending another jolt of pleasure through me. I wanted to grab his shoulders, digging my nails into his back and pulling him down to me, but refrained, opting to fist the blanket under me instead.

“Tanner. Ohhh,” I moaned as his lips released my nipple and he paused, glancing up and into my eyes. His hand slid down between us and palmed my mound. I instinctively bucked against his hand. “Please, Master.”

“I do love how you beg me.” He brushed his lips along my jawbone as he slipped a couple of fingers into me. “I’m going to make you come harder then you’ve ever come before, my beautiful slave.”

I trembled under him. Hearing him refer to me as slave with raw hunger turned me on worse than the most sweet of phrases. Slave was no longer my place with him, but simply a temporary role, part of this fantasy scenario. Reaching up, I caressed the side of his face, which had several days growth on it. It was just at the point where it gave him a sexy, dangerous edge, although he hardly needed a beard to give off a dangerous vibe.

Tanner removed his fingers from me and ran his finger, coated with my juices, along my lower lip. I moaned and sucked his finger into my mouth, relishing the expression on his face as his eyes watched my lips. My pussy felt barren and my need level was increasing to the point where I was going nearly insane.

“You’re so damned sexy, baby. You have no fucking idea.” Sitting back on his heels, he grabbed my legs and flipped me onto my stomach. Tanner positioned himself over me, his lips kissing the back of my neck and slowly kissing their way lower as his hands began caressing my ass.

I jerked away from him as his lips reached my lower back and his hands parted my ass cheeks. “Tanner. Master. I…”

“You’re going to be a good girl and do as told,” he said, the lust thick in his voice as he pressed his thumb to my back entrance. “And when I fuck your ass, you’re going to be screaming for me, louder then you’ve ever screamed before.” We’d been slowly progressing with the sizes of anal plugs over the past couple of weeks, but none were the size of his cock and I couldn’t help the apprehension I felt.

“I don’t think I’m ready…”

He stroked the length of my slit, taking a moment to tease my clit until I cried out, my body demanding more. “You’re ready.”

I heard the faint sound of the lube bottle being opened and then the coolness of the liquid as it slid between my ass cheeks. He took care to focus on lubing up my back entrance, testing and teasing. His thumb pressed into my ass and I groaned as the now familiar need rocketed through me and I pressed back against his thumb, plunging it deeper.

When he removed his thumb, I whimpered, my hands fisting the blanket under me. The need flowing through me was so intense, I silently begged him to put me out of my misery, my apprehension over him fucking my ass slowly fading away. The vibrator began to hum and he pressed it to the entrance of my core. Crying out, I welcomed the toy, pressing back into it, until the vibrator was fully entrenched in my pussy, sending tremor upon tremor of pleasure through me.

“Beg me for me, cock-slave.” Tanner took his time, fucking me with the toy until I couldn’t take any more.

“Yes. Tanner, please.” I rocked against the toy, needing to come. I was so close it was becoming agony.

“Tell me, say what you want.” He thrust him thumb into my ass and I screamed.

“My ass, fuck my ass. God, Tanner, please!”

He groaned, his thumb pulling from my ass to be replaced by his cock. Despite the pleasure I was feeling, it felt like every muscle in my body tensed as he gently pressed the head of his cock against the tight rim of muscle in my ass. “Relax. Just relax, baby.”

Releasing my death-grip on the blanket, I forced myself to relax. I concentrated on the feel of the vibrator in my pussy. The sweet vibrations. I focused. But then he pressed into my ass further, breaching my back entrance, and hot pain radiated through me.

“Hold on.” His hand slipped between my legs and began working my clit. As soon as he rolled my clit between his fingertips I lost my mind as the pleasure became too much. I screamed out, bucking back against him, my entire body trembling as I came. As I bucked back, he thrust forward, slamming his cock into my ass. I barely noticed the pain in my ass as I indulged in the pleasure.

“Yes, oh yes. Tanner. Ohhh.”

“Oh fuck, baby. Your ass is incredible.” He groaned, loud and feral. It wasn’t until his hand left my clit and I began to recover from my orgasm that my mind began to refocus. I was so full; between the feeling of the vibrator in my pussy and him thrusting into my back entrance, I felt like I was going to tear apart, but at the same time, I was in the express lane for a second orgasm.

I couldn’t move; I could barely breathe. The need and the desire were too intense. All I could do was cling to the blanket and enjoy the ride.

Tanner

I don’t think I’d ever felt anything so damned good. Breaching Emily for the first time had been amazing, but this. Oh sweet fuck! This was pleasure beyond imagining. Her ass was so damned tight and the vibrating toy in her pussy felt like heaven against my thrusting cock. And admittedly, there’s simply something about claiming a woman’s ass, the taboo nature of the act, that in itself…was mind-blowing.

And Emily, my sweet, innocent church girl, the girl who wouldn’t even say the word pussy when I’d first taken her, was thrashing and moaning under me, begging me for more – harder, faster, deeper.

More, more, more
.

Harder, deeper, faster. Holy fuck!
I let my head fall back and I groaned, the sound so feral I could hardly believe it came from me.

Dammit, I was barrelling towards an orgasm way too soon. When Emily hit her second orgasm I nearly lost it.
 
I had to slow to a near stop, my fingers digging into her hips as I forced myself to calm down. I’d only been thrusting for five minutes and my back was beginning to pain me; I knew some of the stitches had ripped because I could feel the warm blood on my back.

Fuck my back. It was the last thing I had any intention of dealing with right then.

The pleasure and the screaming, crying, begging woman under me was my sole focus. Emily drove me wild. I had an insatiable appetite for sex to begin with, but with her it was like waving cocaine in front of a drug addict.

“Tanner!” She clawed at the blankets under her as she rocked against me.

Opening my eyes, I stared down at my cock as I began to pound into her again, punishing her ass. With each thrust my balls would slap against the plastic head of the vibrator, making a soft,
smack, smack, smack
sound. And each moan from her fuelled my desire.

“I don’t… Too much. Oh God!”

She was coming close again; I could see it in the way her body began to tremble under me. “Wait for me,” I commanded. The only thing better then coming into her ass was to come in her ass while she screamed out her third orgasm.

“I… I...”

“You can.” My thrusts quickened as I grew closer and she met my pace, rocking back against me, our bodies working as one. My balls and the muscles in my stomach began to tighten as I got closer. The anticipation was becoming too much. So close. My entire body began to vibrate as I held back. One second, two.

“I can’t!” she cried out as her body convulsed and she screamed.

And then I was there, slamming into her a final time. I groaned as I shot my load into her, the relief and pleasure so intense I felt light-headed. Spurt after spurt of my seed filled her and with each spurt the relief washed over me and I collapsed, catching my weight with a hand on either side of her head a second before falling onto her. “Oh baby, Emily. Fuck, baby,” I murmured, nipping at her shoulder.

After catching my breath, I gently pulled out of her ass and then removed the vibrator, placing it onto the bedside table. With a sigh, I flopped onto my back next to her. Just as my back landed on the bed, a surge of pain raced up my back so intense that it left me breathless. Holy fuck, the whipping hadn’t felt as painful as lying on my back right now.

Quickly, I rolled over onto my stomach and caught my breath.

“Ohmygod!” Emily gasped, sitting upright on the bed, and her dark eyes grew wide as she stared at my back.

I winced as I attempted to adjust myself so I was getting a better view of her. “What’s wrong?” As if I didn’t know. With the adrenaline draining from me, I could feel the warm dampness of the blood against my back. I’m sure the bandages looked like something out of a horror movie.

“Your back.”

“I think I pulled a few stitches.”

She looked at me as if I’d lost my mind. “A few? The whole thing, I bet.” She jumped from the bed and ran into the bathroom. A moment later she returned with the first aid kit. Damn, we seemed to use that a lot.

“I’m sure it looks worse than it is.”

“Uh-huh.” Setting the kit on the bed, she flipped it open, and once she had the supplies she needed out, she began to remove the bandages. “We really should have taken you to the hospital.”

I laughed and then groaned as even laughter hurt right now. “I think we’d have a hard time explaining why my back looks like it’s been through a cheese grater.”

“I’m so sorry.” Her eyes filled with tears.

Reaching out to her, I took her hand and gave it a squeeze. “Don’t be. I’m not a good person Emily. I don’t deserve your sympathy.”

She sniffed and wiped her nose with a tissue from the kit. “I have to re-do this.”

“I know.”

“Why didn’t you stop?” She peeled the remainder of the bandages from my back and gasped.

“That bad?”

“Uh-huh. But I can fix it.”

“Thank you. Can you give me some pain killers?”

“The little blue ones?” she asked, picking up the unlabelled baggie. She gave me a dubious look.

She didn’t like the way they made me groggy. Hell, I didn’t like it either, but at least groggy I wouldn’t do stupid shit like tear all of my stitches. “Yeah.”

She opened the baggie and passed me a couple of pills then went for water. I hated that I’d be out of commission for a couple more days because of this. I had so much to do. I had no idea what was going on with her father. I needed to know so I could keep her safe. Unfortunately, I sure as hell couldn’t go after him in this condition; he’d kick my ass in a New York minute. As sobering as it was to admit it, it was true.