Promise (34 page)

“He got me the job.”

Perfect.

That fuck may have just cut his expected life span by about forty years.

I don’t let on that inside my head, I’m devising the most painful ways possible to kill him.

“I’ve got your five thousand, babe. And more. I’ll give you whatever you need, just tell me you’re not going back to that club. I need to know.”

I’m giving her a chance, I know she’s not going back there; I’ll fucking burn it down before she does. But, I want her to choose. I need her to understand that part of her belongs to me now.

She blinks slowly. “I can’t take that kind of money from you Beck. I can’t.”

“Yes, you can. What the fuck do I need money for if I can’t help you? I fucking love you, Promise, you get that? I’d give you every fucking penny I had, then go out and earn more just to give you those. It’s not really a choice, the money is yours already, everything I am and everything I have belongs to you. So please, don’t push back on this. Okay?”

Her shoulders drop, and I take her silence as a yes because I want that more than anything.

“That’s enough talking for now. I need those lips to do a couple things for me.”

Beckett

I make fast work on her dress and my pants. We need this right now.

Flesh only. Nothing between us.

The way she looks up at me as she scoots on her knees between my legs goes down in the record books as a one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.

She is mine in a way that was created just for us.

She. Belongs. To. Me.

I. Own. Her.

In such a great and terrible way, it cannot be undone.

“Good girl.”

The hint of a smile curves her lips, and it’s an image I will carry with me forever. Her hands curl around my dick as she comes up on her knees to take that first lick, swirling her tongue around my head until I’m in another damn world for a good minute before I come back to earth.

“Is this good? I don’t really know how . . .” Promise bats her eyelashes and murmurs those cherub words with vixen eyes. She’s beyond perfect.

She smiles at me, and she almost finishes me right then. There is nothing that rocks my world more than those eyes and that voice. It’s all her. That prim and proper little girl voice that tells me she needs me.

I proceed to guide her with my words and my hands, and she becomes a willing and talented student. In the span of sixty seconds, she’s rocking me right to the edge and beyond.

“
God
babe, so good, good girl . . .”

My words only spur her on. She starts sucking in a way she’s created just for me. My little girl turns to a seductive siren, and the hellion inside of me rises up, and I gather her hair into my hands.

“Fuck yes, babe. Take me . . . just like that.” My words come out in low grunts. I’m no longer part of the civilized world.

I can hear her little gagging sounds as I push her face down by her hair, but she doesn’t let up. I know how far to go, how long to take her breath before she comes up gasping with an impish, seductive grin on her face.

“Good?” Her cheeks turn pink, and she licks her lips before going back to work.

“Yeah, good. But not done.”

I want more. I need more.

She slips her lips over the ridge, exploring with her tongue before I bring her back to me with my hands in her hair, showing her what I require. My length goes deep until I know she’s not able to take a new breath, and I hold steady.

This is the most primal of places. Taking her to this edge, watching her eyes stare up at me as I control the very thing that keeps us alive. I wait, but she stays with me. Her eyes start to tear, and I give her an inch backward, letting her suck me back in along with some air, then cut her off again, and, this time, I see she understands.

She locks eyes upward, trusting me to only take her so far, and I can’t deny I am filled with a sense of power that gets me right to the edge.

“Good girl.” I pull back and Promise gasps.

She is more than perfect. She pulls me back in and sucks me right into the back of her throat with a smile in her eyes.

That’s all she wrote.

I unload in the back of her throat, then pull her back off me by the hair, and she smiles, and her tongue comes out to take the next jets as I growl.

She gasps and swallows. There is no shame on her face. The fact that she looks like she wants to be right where she is, worshiping my cock, only brands her on my heart even more.

“You need something, don’t you babe?”

I pull her up and spin her around. This position is new, and I’m glad I’d been able to offload once because it takes the edge off my raging lust. I’m still hard and ready for another round.

Doggy takes me deep, and as much as I want to seat myself inside her from base-to-tip, I don't think tearing her in two is the right move.

“Over.” I push her face down into the white sheets, positioning her hips right at the edge of the bed and lining up. I can hear her taking little fuck me breaths already, and my dick rallies for round two without a timeout.

I take a good long moment to admire what’s mine. Seeing her like this sends my heart into orbit and my predatory instinct thumping inside of me. Her soaking pink gash is nearly mesmerizing. A goddamn priceless masterpiece.

I dip my fingers into her folds and revel in the fact that she’s already drenched.

“Good girl.” I’d never told another chick that before, but with Promise, it’s become my mantra, and I mean it. “I like you wet. I want you wet all the time. You know why?”

I listen to the beautiful music of her sounds as my thumb rounds her little nub. It hardens and swells as I play, and her body tightens and pushes back toward me.

She moans and I know she’s not going to form words right now. So I answer for her.

“Because I think about fucking you twenty-four hours a day, and it’s your new job to be ready.” I press two fingers down and swirl them around in the slick softness, watching her face. “You like that?”

“Um hmm.” She flips her head back and forth as I work a finger barely inside. I watch intently every move she makes, feeling for what’s working for her, and when I get her rhythm, I spin my other hand into the mix, soaking my finger and spinning it around her ass.

I feel her tense, but I keep working in her pussy until my entire hand is soaked, then slowly guide a finger into her other tight opening, owning her in a new way.

The seductive yelp I hear makes me more in love with her than a second before. She doesn’t pull away, doesn’t deny or hesitate as I begin to fuck my finger slowly in and out of her sphincter. I go deeper and faster as I listen for her sounds. Her entire body shakes, and I exchange my fingers in her pussy for the tip of my dick and begin to sink home.

“Beautiful, babe. Watching your body take me . . . fucking amazing.”

Her hips take on a life of their own, and she fucks back into me, shaking and cumming almost immediately like the little vixen she is. My finger in her ass pushes, gliding in and out faster. I’m sending her on another round of convulsions, and her pussy tugs at my cock until I’m inside her almost to the hilt.

I bend my torso over her, get my lips as close to her ear as I can. “Don’t lie to me again.” I want to reinforce our lesson when she is in this head space. I lay the first smack on the side of her ass and listen for her whimper.

“I’m sorry. I am. I’m so sorry.”

This place where she is right now is where I am the god of her pleasure, and her mind is utterly free. “You belong to me now. I’ll give you what you need. I’ll teach you and train you and rid you of all your old habits.”

I give her another inch of my thickness before pulling back and stroking deep in one long, slow thrust.

“You know what you did was wrong, don’t you?” I hold myself steady, locked inside her heat as I send my finger deeper into her ass, feeling her tightness stretch around it, imagining the day when it will be my dick inside her here.

She whimpers into the sheets, pushing up onto her elbows to give herself some room to breathe. I see her small nod, and my lips pull back from my teeth.

I push my hips forward until I feel the soft, round heat of her red ass against my body. I move over her like a blanket, covering her back with my chest. I give her a quick, sharp bite on the back of her neck with a deep thrust into her soaking cunt.

“Mine.”
It rumbles out of me over her gasp. I take my finger out of her ass and steady her hips with both my hands and go to work showing that pussy exactly who it belongs to.

“You don’t ever let another man see you except when you’re dressed. You don’t ever lie to me. Understand?”

“Yes.” Her beautiful, magical voice wanders over the soft sounds of our bodies merging. “Uh, god, it hurts . . .”

I slam into her and bump the tip of my dick into her limits. She curls her back into an arch and shakes with another orgasm that pushes me to my own.

“I want you sore, babe.” I smack hips to ass, going deep and feeling her glorious, silk tightness around every inch. “Every step you take from now on, I want you to remember me here. Only me.”

As much as I want to release inside her, I want her mouth more, and it is her mouth that needs me more than her pussy right now. The beast inside of me needs to see her feed on me. To show me how sorry she is.

I drop out of her and listen to the painful sounds she makes at being left so empty so suddenly.

“Come here. Swallow, babe. I want you to swallow it all.”

She slowly turns around, and her hair is a tangled, beautiful mess around her flushed face. This is her most beautiful moment. I say that, but I know there will be an infinite number of other moments when I think the same thing.

Her lips open, her eyes wide but innocent, taking my heart more every second.

Her lips are around me without a word, sucking deep before she brings a hand up between my legs, cradling my sac, and that’s it.

I give it all to her, pushing down her throat. She takes as much as she can. A swell of pride comes over me, watching how hard she’s trying to take my length and swallow at the same time.

That’s my girl.

The tips of my fingers shake, and a wave of euphoria comes over me, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I feel closer to her than any other human being in my life, and if the way her eyes are locked onto mine is any indication, we are more together at this moment than I’d ever imagined possible.

The room blurs and my mind goes somewhere as I fill her mouth. Lights dance behind my closed lids, my head stretches back, and I belong to her as much as she belongs to me. The muscles in my thighs turn to stone as the last spasms take over, and I think this must be what heaven feels like.

Her lips are decorating me with small kisses up and down my length, wide-eyed and flushed, looking up at me.

“I love you.” The words come out without thought, and I watch as she absorbs them, giving me the most beautiful gift I’ve ever received.

“I love you, too.”

Promise

Beckett is laying next to me on the bed.

I’m not even trying to pretend I’m not staring.

He’s beyond words.

He’s naked, one arm up and crooked behind his head, and he’s giving me that half-smile that zaps me in all the right places.

“You know, most girls would be horrified—
horrified
—about what you just did to me.” I say, and he raises his eyebrows. “I mean the
spanking
idiot.”

I’m still in a bit of shock that he just turned me over his knee like a kid. I am also about as turned on as I’ve ever been, thinking about it.

There is a lingering warmth where I sit. The skin under where he laid his hand isn’t painful but more
aware.

His calm patience is infuriating. Even when I was kicking up blue thunder as he wrangled me over his knee, he never scared me. I never felt anger coming from him. He never seemed exasperated or irritated.

When the spanking was over, and he curled me up into him, I had truly never felt so close to anyone before. I’d never really felt that human connection before. I’ve read about it, and on the Hallmark Channel, everyone’s running through wildflower fields, arms wide toward their one and only, like it's the most common and natural feeling in the world.