Passion's Dream (The Doms of Passion Lake Book 1) (19 page)

Laughing so hard her stomach hurt, she threw herself onto the bed, yelling, “No, no, I’m an innocent virgin, please don’t ravish me, Mister.  I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Oh, but I don’t want you to be good,” he said, looming over her and leering down at her as he unzipped her jeans.  She lifted her hips to facilitate their removal, along with her sneakers. “I want you to be bad.  Very”—he blew a raspberry against her belly—“very”—another raspberry against the top of her mound, his hands reaching for the hem of her tee—“bad.”  Shoving her T-shirt up around her neck, he grabbed her breasts and pushed them together. 

Raising up, he lowered his head between them, alternating between giving her more raspberries and shaking it rapidly back and forth, making her arch her back and cry out with pleasure.  He lifted his head to look at her.

She put her fingertip to her lips and batted her eyelashes, giving him her best wide-eyed look of virgin innocence.  “Yes, Sir.  Of course, Sir.  For you, I can be very.  Very. 
Very. 
Bad.

He laughed, a sound of pure, unadulterated joy. 
God, I love this woman! 
Shoving the shirt over her head, he backed off the bed and hefted her over one shoulder, carrying her squealing and kicking—and naked—into the bathroom.  He set her down and turned on the water, stripping off his clothes before ushering her into the shower, stepping in behind her.   Like the last shower they took together, he washed and rinsed her hair and every inch of her body before sinking to his knees, slanting his head, and sliding his tongue through her slit.

A shuddering cry split her throat and she fell forward, grabbing his shoulders to keep her knees from giving way.  As he plowed his tongue up and down her furrow, she spread her legs to give him better access.  He tongued her to a rapid orgasm, then took his time coaxing her to a second, gentler one.  When her convulsions finally ceased, he stood up, grabbed her shoulders, and guided her backwards to the bench seat at the end of the stall.  “Inspection’s over, baby.  Sit here while I wash myself.”

“Inspection?”

He grinned.  “One of those periodic inspections I told you I would need to conduct from time to time, remember?  To make sure your pussy is nice and smooth.  And tasty,” he added, his grin widening.

“It’s been less than a day.  How hairy can it be?”

She was kidding.  He was not.  “You’ll need to shave again in the morning.”

She gulped.  “Yes, sir.”

“Now, sit,” he repeated, his lips quirking when she just stared at him blankly.  “You know, you bend your knees, put your butt on a flat surface?  I know you can do it, I’ve seen you.”

She sat.  And watched him as he quickly washed himself.  Her mouth watered as his muscles bulged and flexed and rippled.  He was a magnificent example of the human male.

When he was done, he dried both of them and guided her over to the counter between the two hammered-copper vessel sinks.  “Lean over the counter, love.”

Startled by his demand, she found herself obeying instantly.  Clay opened a drawer and withdrew two objects, a shiny, stainless steel…
thing
and a slender tube.  The steel object was smooth, with a rounded tip that flared out, sort of like a stylized cock head, then narrowed to a slender stem with a pink, jeweled button at the end.  Her gaze flew to his.  “What is that?”

He caressed her ass cheeks with one fingertip before lifting it to his mouth, wetting it, and sliding it between her ass crack, circling it around her puckered opening, making her shiver.

“Have you ever taken a cock up your ass?”

Holy crap!  What kind of a question is that? 
“Um, no.”

“Excellent.  I will be the first person to fuck you there.  Have you ever been plugged?”

Huh?  Plugged? 
“Ummmm.”

“I’ll take that as a no.”  He grinned at her in the mirror then held up the silver object.  “This is a butt plug.  It’s called a Princess plug because,” he tilted it so she could see the round, button end, “it has a sparkling jewel.  So, when you wear it, the jewel covers your sweet little ass hole.”

Wait.  Wear it? 
“Umm.  What do you mean, wear it?”  She was pretty sure she wasn’t going to like his answer.

“This part,” he rubbed his fingers up and down the flaring silver head, “goes inside your ass.  Your sphincter closes around this part,” indicating the narrow stem, about as big around as a roll of dimes and about an inch long, “and the jewel goes, well,” he shrugged, “you know where the jewel goes.”

For a long time, she just stared at him in the mirror, while she wrestled with her reaction, her inner turmoil reflected in her eyes.  “Will it hurt?” she finally asked.

“No, baby.  The last thing in the world I would ever do is hurt you.  That’s why I’m plugging you.  To stretch you so you can take my cock more comfortably.”

When her expression didn’t change, he added, “don’t worry, baby.  I’ll use plenty of lube.  And I’ll stretch you with my fingers before I put it in.  This is all about trust.  Do you trust me?”

She sighed.  “Yes, Sir.”

“And it’s all about feeling.  Wearing this plug will help you stay aware of your body, especially one of the parts of your body that I love most.  Eventually, you will wear plugs in both your ass and your pussy, as well as clamps on your nipples, possibly even on your clit.”

Holy shit!

“I want you to be constantly thinking about what you mean to me.  And about the pleasure I’ll be giving to you as soon as we’re alone again.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.  You won’t be disappointed, I promise.”  He put his hand on her ass, letting out the breath he’d been holding.  He shoved his hand between her legs and pushed two fingers through her slit and deep into her vagina, making her shiver and moan.  Pulling his fingers out with a slurping sound, he sent them on a journey through her slit, scooping up her moisture until they were dripping with it.  Then he drew his hand back, pressing the tip of his slippery thumb to her puckered little asshole, making her squirm.  “Clay!”

He watched his thumb with hot, hard eyes as he rimmed her puckered hole, sending little mewls of ecstasy warbling from her throat.  Then he pushed, breaching the tight opening up to the first knuckle.

Her breath exploded in a screech and her body tensed, anticipating pain.  When none was forthcoming, she relaxed with a little laugh, allowing Clay to slide the rest of his thumb into her dark passage.  Her breathing escalated, becoming ragged and choppy as he circled his thumb in ever-widening arcs inside her ass.

He slid his fingers back up to her vagina, paused at her threshold for the span of a heartbeat before thrusting his first and third fingers inside, leaving his middle finger free to rub against her clit, ripping a shuddering cry from Leah’s lungs.  “Do not come, Leah,” he ordered.

What!  Do not come! 
Was he crazy?  His words were like alcohol poured over nerves scraped raw with need.  How could he possibly expect her not to come?  Her orgasm was building so rapidly, stopping it would be like trying to stop a runaway freight train.  “I-I—”

Curving his fingers and thumb, he grasped the thin membrane between her vagina and her ass and began thrusting in and out of both passages.  Her head fell back, her back arched into a rigid bow as every muscle strained toward release.  Her cries of pleasure blended together, becoming a high, keening wail.  Wildfire raced through her, incinerating everything in its path, leaving her ability think, to speak, indeed, to do anything but
feel,
a smoldering pile of ash.

“I mean it, Leah.  Do not come until I give you permission.”  With a sense of satisfaction, he noted the flush spreading across her skin, knowing her climax was rapidly approaching.  He sped up the movements of his hand, finger-fucking her both anally and vaginally at the same time, pushing her to her limits, challenging her to disobey his direct order.

“Clay!
 
Clay, I can’t—I’m going to—”

“Not yet, little sub.”

“
Omigod!  Claaaayyyy!  I’m—”

“Hold it, Leah.  For a count of five.  Five.”

Oh, my God! 
She bit her lip, squirming, bucking her hips, trying to stop the unstoppable.  His fingers, fucking both her holes and rubbing her clit, sent chills sliding like ice up her spine.  She’d never experienced pleasure this raw, this dark, this soul-destroying.

“Four.”

Her muscles tightened, her body began to soar.  She bit her lip so hard it was a wonder she didn’t draw blood. 
Hurry.  Hurry.  Oh, my God, hurryhurryhurryhurryhurry!

“Three.

She moaned, squirming her hips and twisting her shoulders in a desperate struggle to stave off the inevitable.  “Please…please…”

“Two.”  Her ass cheeks quivered like jelly with every thrust of his hand.  “One.  Come, Leah.  Come now.”

CHAPTER TEN

Her body seized, then detonated like a nuclear bomb.  She screamed as her orgasm obliterated her with the force of an avalanche, sweeping her away on a wave of pleasure so immense she wasn’t sure she’d survive it.  The wave toppled over, dropping her into a trough, barely giving her enough time to suck in another lungful of air, before expelling it on another scream as the next wave broke over her, tumbling her head over heels through the turbulence.

Clay’s fingers remained inside her, stroking, moving, maintaining her climax even as he built her arousal back up to fever pitch.  “Good girl,” he kept saying over and over as her writhing body began to tighten and strain toward yet another release.  “Good girl.  That’s it.  Reach for it.  Now give me one more.”

And she crested again, her second orgasm lifting her high, higher, higher, then crashing her against the sheer cliff and the rocks below.  Her muscles flexed around his fingers, holding them inside her where they continued to stimulate her into a third orgasm, a gentler one, but a longer one, one that simply rolled through her body like an earthquake rolls through the ground, heaving and convulsing and rending asunder.  An earthquake that Clay kept in motion for several long, excruciating minutes simply by moving his fingers…there, just…
yes
,
there,
keeping her shuddering and spasming and all lit up like a bonfire.  Until he had wrung every last drop of pleasure from her.  Until the only sound left in the room was their breathing, harsh and erratic and painfully loud to Leah’s ears.

He withdrew his hand and straightened away from her, picking up the tube of lube.  She gasped as something cold dribbled down her ass crack.  “That’s just lube,” Clay explained as he began rubbing the slippery gel around her rosebud.

She felt the tip of the tube breach her opening and heard the squelching sound it made as he squirted some into her back passage.  The cold gel bursting into that hot, dark place made her shiver.

“Reach back and hold your ass cheeks open,” he instructed.  “That will help open you up.”

Cheeks flushing a bright, cherry red, she did as she was told.  Every nerve ending in her body was still tingling. 
Geez!  How can he sound so…so
normal
?

“Watch me in the mirror.”

Her gaze lifted to watch his hands as he slathered lube on the plug and pressed it against her pucker.  “Relax your muscles, baby.”  His eyes darkened as the stainless steel plug started to disappear into her widening hole.  “That’s it, that’s it.”

Leah let out a shivery little cry.

Instantly Clay stopped.  “Did that hurt?” he asked with a frown.

“No, no.  It feels…good.”

He laughed, continuing to push the plug into her ass, watching her squirm with pleasure as it slowly disappeared inside her passage..  “You sound surprised.”

She lowered her head, trying to stifle her moan as the stretching tissue began to burn.

“Relax, baby.  Push back against it.”

She pushed and to her utter shock, the plug slipped inside and her sphincter closed around the stem.  Clay pressed it in farther until the pink jewel nestled snugly against her hole, twinkling in the bright bathroom light.  “How does it feel?”

She straightened cautiously.  It felt odd.  It wasn’t painful, exactly, but she was definitely aware of it.  Her eyes met his in the mirror.  “It feels…good.”

He just smiled.  “It will feel even better tonight.”

“Why?  What’s going to happen tonight?”

“I’m going to fuck you while you’re still wearing it.  You won’t believe how good
that’s
going to feel.”  He held out his hand.  “Come on, baby, let’s get dressed so you can call your uncle.”

She selected a black, silk pencil skirt and a deep purple satin blouse to wear to the meeting.  An amethyst pendant and earrings completed her look.  Glancing at her watch, she took the phone Clay handed her and began punching numbers.  “It’s only four-thirty there, so he’s probably at the gallery,” she said, as much to herself as to Clay.  She put the phone to her ear and waited.  After a moment she looked up at Clay, worry creasing her brow.

“What?” he said, instantly alert, watching as she hit redial and lifted it to her ear once again.

“Nobody’s answering.  All I’m getting is the night message.  We always take that off during business hours.”  She looked at her watch again, thinking maybe she’d misread it.  “He should
be
there.”

“Okay, okay, don’t panic,” he said soothingly, sensing she was about to do exactly that.  “Call his cell phone.  I’m sure he’ll have a perfectly logical explanation.  Put it on speaker.”

Swiftly dialing Everett Burke’s cell number, she was relieved when it picked up on the first ring. 

“Hello?”

Holding the phone away from her ear, she stared at it in disbelief.  “Daniel?” she asked cautiously. 
Not Uncle Everett.  His partner, Daniel Rayburn.

“Leah!  Oh, thank God you called!  Where the hell are you?  I’ve been trying to get a hold of you since last night!”

“Daniel, what’s wrong?  Where’s Uncle Everett?  Why are you answering his phone?”  She glanced over at Clay, who was standing at attention, every sense instantly on alert.

“That’s why I’ve been trying to contact you.  Everett’s in the hospital.  Richard Gordon attacked him!  He’s had a massive heart attack!”

Shock smashed into her, ripping the breath from her lungs.  All the color drained from her face.  “How—how—”

Clay moved to her, taking the phone from her suddenly limp hand and disconnecting the speaker.  “Mr. Rayburn, this is Clay Nighthorse. Yes, that’s right, Leah’s bodyguard.  Please calm down, sir, and tell me what happened.”  He was silent, listening as the distraught man recounted the details.  Leah could hear Daniel’s voice rising and falling even though she couldn’t make out the words he was saying.  “And what hospital is he in?  Good.  Thank you.  Now listen carefully, please, Mr. Rayburn.  Leah and I will be leaving within the next hour and flying to San Carlos airport just outside San Francisco.  I will call you back with our estimated arrival time.  Could you please arrange to have a car and driver waiting for us when we land?  Very good.  Thank you.  I’ll be calling you shortly.”

Clay hung up the phone and turned to look at Leah. 
Fuck! 
All the blood had drained from her face, leaving it a pasty white.  Pocketing his phone, he took hold of her hands.  “Jesus Christ, baby, your hands are like ice!  C’mere.”  Tugging her hands, he led her into the living room and over to one of the cushy leather sofas.  “You’re going into shock, love.  I want you to lie down right here on this sofa.”  The entire time he was talking, he was also manipulating her pliant body down onto the sofa, placing a cushion under her feet to elevate them, covering her with the afghan folded on the back of the couch.  “While I go up and pack for both of us.”

He sat on the edge of the sofa by her side, one hand on the back, the other soothing the hair away from her face.  Her eyes were unfocused, her face a ghastly, pasty gray and she was sweating.  Yup.  Definitely in shock.  Never taking his eyes from Leah’s face, he grabbed the phone from his pocket and pressed a number.  “Mark.  I need you over here stat.  We just heard Leah’s uncle had a heart attack.  She’s in shock and I need to pack.”  He hung up without even waiting for an answer and pressed another number.  “Caleb, it’s Raven.  I need one of you to fly Leah and me to San Francisco.  Her uncle had a heart attack and is in critical condition.”  He listened for a minute, then said, “Great.  Thanks.  We’ll be there in thirty.”

Tossing the phone onto the coffee table, he resumed stroking the side of Leah’s face with the backs of his fingers.  “It’s all right, love, he’s going to be all right.”  As Mark strode into the room, Clay leaned down and gave Leah a brief kiss on her lips. 
Christ, even her lips were cold.

He stood up and Mark took his place, lifting Leah’s wrist and checking her pulse.  “Thready.  Rapid.  She’s in shock, all right.  I’ll watch her while you go pack.  You already arrange transport?”

“Yeah, Simon is prepping the Gulfstream right now.  He’ll leave as soon as we get there.”  Quickly Clay filled Mark in on what had happened.  “I’m gonna need you to drive us to the airport.”

“No problem.  Go. Don’t let me slow you down.”  Mark waved him away with his hand.  “Go.  Pack.  Your girl is in good hands.”

With one last anxious glance at Leah, Clay turned and strode swiftly out of the living room.  Mark could hear him running up the stairs.  He glanced down at the pale woman lying so quietly on the sofa.  Her eyelids fluttered and she opened them to see his hazel eyes smiling down at her.  She frowned.  “You’re not Clay.”

He smiled.  “Thank you for clearing that up.  My mother will be very happy.”  She tried to sit up, but his hand on her shoulder pushed her gently back down.  “How are you feeling?” he asked.

“I’m not sure.  Sort of…pummeled.  Like I just went a couple of rounds with Muhammed Ali.”

“Yeah, shock’ll do that to you.”

She looked up at him.  “My uncle—Clay said—”

“Your uncle is in good hands,” Mark said soothingly.  “And Clay is upstairs throwing things into a suitcase.  Simon Rafferty is going to fly you to San Francisco, where you will immediately be driven to the hospital where your uncle is.  He’s doing fine,” he added quickly, anticipating her next question.  “He had emergency quintuple bypass surgery last night and is now resting comfortably and the doctors are cautiously optimistic.”

“Okay.”

Mark put the back of his hand to her forehead.  No longer cold.  No longer clammy.  She was coming around nicely.

“Now
you’re
the doctor,” she said with a grin.  “Got anything for a rash?”

They were both laughing when Clay came back into the room.

“I can see you’re feeling better,” he said, putting a suitcase down at the door and striding over to the sofa.  Leaning over the back of the sofa, he gave her a sideways kiss across her mouth.  “C’mon, baby, we’ve got to go.  Mark’s going to drive us to the airport.”

Leah sat up, throwing off the afghan that was covering her.  Swinging her legs around, she stood up and immediately sat back down.  “Whoa.  Dizzy.”

“It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you,” Clay said, coming around the end of the sofa and scooping her up into his arms.  Mark grabbed the suitcase and the three of them walked quickly to the kitchen door, where Mitch, Ray, Al, and Rusty were waiting on the back porch.  Rusty and Mitch jumped up from the rocking chairs they’d been sitting on.

“She okay?” Mitch asked, real concern on his face.

“She’s fine,” Clay said, not stopping, “but we’re in a hurry.  Mark will fill you in when he gets back.”

They followed him down the stairs over to the BMW, hovering around anxiously while he deposited Leah in the back seat and went around to get in next to her.

“Anything we can do to help?” Rusty asked, running his hand up and down the back of his head.

“Just go to the meeting tonight and give everyone a copy of Richard Gordon’s photo,” Clay ordered before closing the door.  “I’ll call you after we land.”  The car leaped forward with a squeal of tires on the asphalt driveway as Mark Austin punched the accelerator.  Clay turned in his seat and lifted Leah sideways into his lap, pulling her against him and buckling them both in.  He curved his arms around her.  With a sigh, she leaned against him and let him hold her, taking comfort in his strength and solidity.

It took them less than ten minutes to get to the airport.  Mark drove them directly up to a waiting Gulfstream V airplane waiting on the tarmac.  A man stood waiting by the lowered staircase.  Leah slid off of Clay’s lap to exit through the passenger door and that’s when she remembered that she had a plug up her ass and that her thigh and calf muscles were stiffening up from the ride on Hercules.  “Oof.”  It was an unintentional cry.

Clay’s reaction was instantaneous.  “What is it, baby, what’s the matter?”

“Nothing.”  She shook her head.  “Just a little stiff.”  She met his eyes.  “From using all those muscles I didn’t know I had.”

“Sorry, baby.  I was planning on a session in the hot tub and a full-body massage.  Looks like they’re both out.”  He shrugged.  “You know, best-laid plans and all that.”

“Yeah.”  She smiled.  “I’m told mice have the same problem.”

“Raven.  Doctor Stanhope.”  The pilot approached them and held out his hand to Leah, which she took before actually looking at him.  “Caleb?” she asked, startled.

The man chuckled.  “No, I’m Simon Rafferty, Caleb’s brother.

“Are you twins?”

“Actually, we’re triplets.  We have another brother, Ash.”  He took her arm and walked her to the bottom of the stairs.

She went up each step slowly, stiffly, using the hand rail to pull herself up, groaning at every exertion.

“Are you all right, Dr. Stanhope?” Simon Rafferty asked in concern.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she assured him.  “And please call me Leah.  All I have to do is keep moving.  Aaahhhh!”  She stopped, huffing out a breath.  “Or…keep very still.”

Laughing, Clay once again swept her up in his arms.  “We went horseback riding,” he explained over his shoulder as he carried her into the plane.  “She’s a little stiff.”