Unfinished Hero 04 Deacon (29 page)

“Nightie’s sweet,” he said quietly. “I’ll
enjoy it another time. Now, take it off, baby.”

He’d seen the ropes.

My heart skipped in my chest and I held his
gaze as I took two steps to the bed, stopped, and put my hands to
the hem of the nightie. Continuing to hold his eyes, I lifted my
arms, pulling it off.

“Panties,” he ordered, his voice getting
rough. Just that sound doing good things to my body, I hooked my
thumbs in the sides of the panties and pushed them down until they
fell to the floor.

I stepped out of them.

“Here,” he demanded, voice now gruff.

I didn’t hesitate and I didn’t backtalk.

I went to him.

He also didn’t hesitate. He put both hands to
my hips and slid them back to my ass, leaning in to me to do
it.

“You sure you’re ready?” he asked, tone still
gruff, but now also sweet.

“Yes,” I answered, and I was. I also wasn’t.
There was fear. But there was mostly excited anticipation.

“I play with you, you talk to me. Do not
allow shit you don’t want because you think I want it. We go
somewhere you don’t like, you say, it ends. Immediately.”

That was what I needed—
just
what I
needed—to beat back the fear.

I leaned in to him, putting my hands on his
chest. “Okay, baby.”

“Climb in bed, Cassie. I tie you down first
then I play.”

Oh God.

I immediately got wet.

Yeah, no more fear.

I climbed into bed.

Surprising me, Deacon didn’t delay in tying
me down. By that I meant he didn’t take his clothes off before he
did it.

That said, he did it slow. There were
caresses, like when he lifted my arm high and wide, he ran his
fingertips up the inside, a ticklish, soft touch that was
nevertheless effective.

And then he tied my wrist to the
headboard.

To the other side, where he ran his lips up
the inside of my arm. No tickle but the touch was
definitely
effective.

And then he tied that wrist to the
headboard.

I had my legs closed, bent, my hips turned
slightly to the side, and he ran a hand down my chest, my belly,
and up to my hip where he put mild pressure but didn’t force me to
move.

He looked from my hip to my face. “Trust
me.”

“I do.”

“Then spread for me, Cassie.”

I held his gaze, dropped my hip, uncurled my
legs, and spread for him.

He looked down at my body and the word,
“Fuck,” came, sounding torn from him.

That was effective too.

His hand slid from my hip, down and in, his
fingertips drifting through the wet between my legs, and his eyes
sliced back to mine.

“Wet,” he growled.

“Yes,” I agreed.

He slid a finger in and I closed my eyes, my
back slightly arching.

“My Cassie,” he whispered, gliding the finger
out.

I felt his hand trail down the inside of my
thigh, further down, and the bed moved so I looked to see him at
the end. He lifted my leg and kissed the inside of my ankle. A
shiver ran through me and it became a quiver when he put my leg
back to the bed then wound the rope around my ankle.

He tied it to the footboard.

I was trembling, feeling weird, turned on,
vulnerable, exposed, certain yet uncertain, trusting and scared,
excited, wanting, and anxious when Deacon finished with my other
ankle.

He got off the bed and I watched him take off
his clothes, his eyes not on my body. They were staring into mine.
My eyes moved but only to take in his big man cock that was as
beautiful as the rest of him, thick, long, and right then, very
hard.

I got wetter.

“You know what this means to me?” he asked,
and I looked back to his face.

“I think so,” I mumbled shakily.

“You trustin’ me like this, think about it. I
was tied to that bed for you, how would that make you feel?”

My insides melted a different way, tenderness
toward him and titillation at the very idea of Deacon doing that
for me.

He read me. I knew it when he said, “Yeah.
That’s what I’m feelin’ right now, except more,” he put a knee to
the bed, his hand splayed at my belly, his face in mine, “because
you’re right there, givin’ it all up for me.”

“Honey.”

His lips dropped to mine as his hand slid
down.

“Now, I give back.”

I trembled.

His hand slid in, fingers grazing tight over
my clit so my hips jerked. Two thrust in.

My limbs tensed against the restraints, my
eyes closed, and I dug my head into the pillows as that sang
through me.

He left his fingers buried deep and put
pressure on my clit with his thumb, but neither moved. “You
good?”

I opened my eyes and dipped my chin to look
at him.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“You ready?” he asked.

“Totally.”

I saw his eyes smile.

Then he disappeared because he put his lips
to my throat.

And Deacon commenced in giving back, way,
way
more than what I was giving to him.

Absolutely.

He kissed. He licked. He sucked. He nipped.
He finger fucked me. He worked my clit.

All through this I squirmed. I strained. My
body tightened, and if his fingers were inside, my sex clutched
them deeper. Every time that happened I’d get his growl of
approval, each one scoring right through me.

Each pull of the ropes sent heat shafting
everywhere when my automatic response was thwarted, reminding me I
was his to do with as he pleased and I had nothing to give but it
all, he had everything to take, and everything to give to me.

It was simple beauty.

And I was loving every second.

Finally, he moved fully between my legs and
clamped his mouth down on me, sucking deep.

“
God!
” I cried, surging up as far as I
could, exhilaration sweeping through me when I was pulled back
against my bonds, the pleasure heightened indescribably because I
couldn’t lift my knees high, throw them over his shoulders. I could
only lie there and take what he was giving me.

He ate and he sucked and he fucked me with
his tongue. When I was writhing on the bed, straining against the
ropes,
this close
to exploding, he took his mouth from me,
drove two fingers in, and my entire body bucked, the bed moving
with it.

I lifted my head to see him still between my
legs. “Baby,” I begged.

He slid his fingers out and down, and wet
with me, circled one at my anus.

My frame tensed tight, my knees involuntarily
trying to cock and stilling when my motion was denied, the bed
jerking again as all my limbs tightened, and I did what I could to
press into his finger.

“Yes,” I breathed and watched hazily as
Deacon’s face grew even darker.

He surged over me but left his finger where
it was.

“Please,” I breathed.

He slid his finger inside.

I turned my head to the side, my body
trembling, waiting, anticipating.

Deacon put his lips to my ear.

“Next job, I’m goin’ shopping on the way
back,” he whispered there, gently moving his finger in small
circles inside me and my legs pulled tight against the ropes,
reflexively trying to open further for him. “Get my girl some toys.
Come back to her, plug her ass, eat her pussy while she’s tied down
with my cock in her mouth.”

I jerked my head around, my sex pulsing deep
with need. He lifted his head when I did and I caught his eyes.

“Fuck me.”

“You need my cock, baby?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

He slid his thumb rough through my wet and
pressed hard at my clit.

My body surged tight against my ropes.

“Ask sweet,” he ordered.

Oh God, this was hot. This was great. This
was
fucking amazing
.

“Please, baby,” I begged. “Please, fuck
me.”

“Want it hard?”

“Yes.”

“Want me to fuck your mouth first?”

Yes I did.

But right then I needed him inside and not
inside my mouth.

“Yes, but no,” I panted, his thumb at my
clit, finger still up my ass torturing me in a good way. “Need you
inside. Now, Deacon.”

“That wasn’t sweet, baby.”

“Please,” I pleaded immediately.

“You gonna take your plug when I bring
it?”

Oh God.

So fucking
hot
.

“Yes,” I said and that one syllable came out
sharing I’d take it right then if he had it.

He read it. Deacon could have dementia and
still read me.

“Fill your ass, eat your pussy.”

“I’ll suck your cock,” I gasped.

“No, sweet Cassie. You’ll be tied down, won’t
be able to move your head. You just hold it in your mouth.”

He was killing me.

I strained toward him, nearly coming undone
when I couldn’t complete that action.

“Deacon,
please
.”

Even with his eyes hot and hungry, his lips
smiled. “Had enough?”

“Yes,” I nearly shouted.

“Then prepare for me to ride you, baby.”

I was prepared. I couldn’t get more prepared.
The only thing I was worried about was that the orgasm I was about
to have would kill me.

He slid his finger out of my ass, his thumb
away from my clit, and positioned.

Hand in the bed, arm straight, holding him
above me, I felt him move the tip of his cock through my wet as I
tried and failed to get more of him.

“
Baby, please.
”

He surged inside.

My back arched from the bed, my head digging
in the pillows, all four limbs jerking against the ropes.

Then he fucked me, hard, rough, holding his
body away from mine. I dipped my chin, saw his eyes on me, and
whimpered.

He liked this. Fucking me barely touching me,
just his cock driving deep and fast, watching me take his thrusts,
my body jerking with each one, my ropes tight, making me
immobile.

It could have been bad. It could have felt
distant. Like being used. Like nothing but a wet pussy, a vessel to
receive his seed.

It wasn’t that. Not with the way he was
looking at me, taking in my face, his gaze roaming hot on my
body.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he grunted.

“Harder,” I begged.

He slammed in harder.

I closed my eyes. “
Yes.
”

“Look at me.”

I opened my eyes.

“Watch me fuck you, baby, ’til you can’t
watch anymore.”

“Okay.”

My knees jolted up as I watched Deacon, his
big, magnificent body tensing and tightening, the muscles
contracting, defined sharp in his beautiful flesh, up on his hands
driving into me.

Then it moved deep, terrifying in the
forewarning of its power.

“Deacon!” I gasped.

“You gonna come hard for me?” he growled.

“Baby,” I breathed and it happened, slamming
through me as he drove inside, wiping everything away but the burn,
his cock, the vision of him thrusting seared on the backs of my
eyelids. I cried out as it engulfed me, carried me away, my arms
and legs yanking against my bonds, taking the sensations deeper,
blistering, scoring so deep I would never forget the exquisiteness
I was experiencing.

“Look at me.”

His words penetrated but I was lost to the
feelings, I could do nothing.

Deacon pounded inside.

“Fuckin’
look at me
.”

I forced my eyes open just in time to dazedly
watch his head snap back, his neck muscles stand out, and hear him
groan as he kept pounding inside and came for me.

I had only started coming down when he
slammed deep, ground in, and dropped his head.

I knew he started coming down when he moved
again, gently sliding in and out.

I fought to steady my breathing.

Deacon kept his head bent and continued to
take me, slow and tender.

“Could stay hard a year, watchin’ your pussy
take my dick.”

My arms jerked against the ropes at his
words, longing to touch him, clutch at him, hold him to me at the
same time loving that I couldn’t and all I could give him was my
pussy.

He lifted his head, caught my eyes, and slid
in to the root.

“Fuckin’ beautiful,” he whispered.

I stared at him, in all his big man
magnificence, looming over me, giving me what he just gave me,
taking my trust and making it so worth it that it wasn’t funny,
still connected to me—thinking he could say that again.

“You watch yourself take me next time you
have my dick,” he ordered, his voice still thick from sex.

“Okay, baby.”

He dropped to one forearm, the other hand he
put to my side where it glided up and in, cupping my breast and
holding me there.

My body relaxed underneath him.

“You good?” he asked

I nodded, feeling my lips already curled
up.

He bent his head, ran his nose along my jaw,
and lifted it again.

“Comfortable?”

I nodded again, still serenely smiling.

“That worked for you,” he noted.

“Uh-huh,” I mumbled.

That was when his lips curled up. “It way
worked for me.”

I got that, big time.

I didn’t have it in me to say anything.

“You get it now, how it means something if
the woman you’re drivin’ your dick into means something?”

I’d got it before but I
really
got it
then from what he gave me, what he took, and the look on his face
that said exactly how he felt about it.

I nodded.

“You like it like this, Cassie, tie you to
the bed, make you sleep that way. Wake you up and play whenever I
feel like it.”

My arms twitched, pulling at my bonds,
sending a residual wave through me that felt so good, my sex
tightened around his cock.

He pressed his hips into mine.

“She wants that.”

“I think I might want whatever you wanna do
to me,” I admitted, my voice quiet but not from fear or nerves at
what I was giving him. Because I was so replete, I couldn’t talk
louder.