Unfinished Hero 04 Deacon (37 page)

With all that, I was trying not to let other
things penetrate, primarily what I was feeling between my legs with
the knowledge of what he was offering me (not to mention, the
vision of his chest).

“Trusted me,” he kept at me. “Trusted me
completely by taking me and my shit on and believing in me. But you
proved how deep that trust ran by trusting me with that sweet
little body of yours, letting me give you what you needed, letting
me open up a world for you. You gave me that gift. Then you let me
give you a sink.”

I blinked.

“And a mirror,” he continued, toeing off his
boots.

“I—”

“Not stupid enough to know I’d win every
fight, but you taught me I could take care of a woman again. You
taught me I could be trusted with her. You taught me I could make
her laugh and smile and you gave me back what it feels like, doin’
that for a woman you love.”

I couldn’t reply. All I could do was let the
woman you love
part sink deep, powerless to fight it at the
same time thinking,
God, what had his wife done to him?

His hands went to his belt. “Showed me a
strong woman doesn’t need keeping, but feels good to take care of
her all the same. Better, you gotta fight for that privilege. You
taught me a lot of things, Cassidy,” he finished and then pulled
down his jeans.

He straightened and he was hard, beautifully
thick and hard, and my mouth watered.

My eyes shot from his cock to his when he
whispered, “Try me, baby.”

“You want me to tie you to the bed?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I want you to do
whatever you wanna do.”

I stared at him.

He’d walked out on me.

Six months, nothing, leaving me to believe he
was married and I was an unwitting adulteress, but an adulteress
all the same. Took all his magnificence away and made me feel more
lonely than I’d ever felt in my life, lonely in a way that feeling
knitted to every muscle, every tendon, making it hard to move, go
about my days, all the time forced to fight against it just to be
able to breathe.

I should tell him I wanted him to walk away
and never come back.

I listened to yours. A million fuckin’
times, I listened to it.

He stood there, Deacon, naked and erect in
front of me.

Beautiful war.

My voice moved through the room. “I wanna tie
you to the bed.”

Without a second’s delay, he turned and
climbed on the bed.

My knees got weak.

I watched in shock, amazement, warmth, and
excitement as badass Deacon settled on his back and turned his eyes
to me.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he said
gently.

God, was I going to do this?

I walked to the bed.

I was going to do this.

I stood at the side and pulled the ropes
out.

I didn’t know what I was doing. I was too
focused on other things to pay attention when he did it to me, but
I climbed into bed.

He instantly offered his arm to me.

My insides started expanding.

I took his wrist and tied it to the bed as
best I could, tugging at it hard when I got him fixed. The knot
didn’t budge.

With no caressing, no kisses, my eyes never
even hitting his face, I did the same to his other wrist and his
ankles until he was leashed, spread out before me.

Taking him in, his power and beauty tied
there for me, I experienced the quiver to end all quivers, but I
fought that too.

I moved to my knees at his side and sucked in
a breath before I grabbed his cock perfunctorily, heard his grunt,
and finally looked to his face.

I bent over him, my hair curtaining us.

“You hurt me,” I whispered.

“I know, Cassie,” he whispered back.

“I can hurt you now,” I told him, tightening
my fist on his cock.

He gritted his teeth at my hold but kept my
eyes and relaxed his jaw to reply, “You won’t.”

“You’re sure?”

“Love is trust, Cassie, you taught me
that.”

My insides expanded more just as my heart
started bleeding.

“She didn’t?” I asked quietly.

“She taught me the other way around.”

I stared at him, right in the eyes, and read
that as truth.

And the pain of that knowledge was so
immense, I shifted and my head dropped down, planting itself in his
chest because I couldn’t hold it up.

He loved her.

She broke him.

And then he found me.

He fought it.

He left me because she wouldn’t let him
go.

So he found a way to let her go and came
back.

I made my decision.

I released him and moved off the bed. I took
off my clothes while he watched.

Then I again joined him in bed and commenced
giving him what he gave me. All I could reach. Kissing. Licking.
Sucking. Nipping. Stroking.

When his body was taut, his noises hungry, I
moved between his legs, wrapped my fist around his cock, and took
him in my mouth.

He growled.

I sucked, licked, glided, pulling him in and
out, giving it everything.

“
Fuck, Cassie,
” he groaned.

I slid his cock up and out of my mouth and
looked up his body.

He had his head lifted so he could watch. His
arms spread wide, his biceps bulging, the veins in his forearms
popping, his face filled with hunger.

I looked into his eyes.

Try me.

“I want something, you’ll give it to me,” I
whispered.

“Yes,” he ground out.

I licked my lips then moved my tongue to the
base of his engorged cock, now resting on his stomach. I glided my
tongue to the tip.

The bed moved with his buck when I finished
and the growl rumbled deep, sounding like it came from his gut.

Yes. I wanted something; he’d give it to me.
Tethered to the bed, he was proving that to me.

I put a finger light against his anus.

“I want this.”

“Take it,” he said immediately.

I shook my head, bent and lapped at his cock
lightly, once, twice, again, and got another growl.

I fought back the pulse between my legs and
looked at him again.

Then I went for it.

“Plugged.”

“You gonna suck me off with me full?” he
asked gruffly.

Oh my God.

He didn’t say no.

He didn’t say no.

Try me.

I was trying him.

And he was proving himself to me.

“Not off, but I am gonna suck you,” I
answered cautiously.

“Then you ride me.”

“That was my plan.”

“Fill me, Cassie, then get on with it.”

“You’re bossy for a guy tied to a bed,” I
noted, doing it flippantly and miraculously, considering I felt the
area between my legs become drenched just with the idea of taking
his ass.

“You think at this moment I won’t wreck your
bed to get loose and bury my dick in you, what you’ve been doin’ to
me, six months without your body, six months without you, six
months of nothing, you think wrong. Plug me. Suck me. And
fuck
me
.”

He wasn’t saying no.

And I wasn’t wasting this opportunity.

“You got it, baby,” I whispered, then stroked
his cock from base to tip with my tongue before I moved from the
bed.

I had no idea what I was doing, except taking
what he did to me as a guide.

So I made fast work of getting what I needed
(something he had left when he left me, I thought callously; now I
was glad I didn’t have to run to his truck because that would
suck).

I came back to the bed and sucked his cock
while I prepared him with oil. When I had him ready, I wrapped my
hand around his cock, holding it to my mouth while I circled the
tip with my tongue and pressed the tip of the plug to his ass.

I stopped circling. “Ready?”

“Do it,” he bit out through clenched
teeth.

Suddenly, I was unsure.

He said he would do anything for me; he was
using this to prove it, to prove I had his trust, to prove that
meant something, to prove my trust meant something to him, to prove
he loved me. But was that anything in the sense of doing something
he didn’t want?

“Do you want this?”

“
Do it,
” he rumbled.

I pressed it in a bit.

His head fell back and the headboard moved
forward and slammed back into the wall.

Maybe that wasn’t good.

I pulled it out, calling, “Deacon.”

His head jerked forward, his eyes burning,
his face filled with need.

At the sight, my nipples tightened and my
clit pulsed.

“Plug me, suck me, and
fuck me
,
Cassidy.”

I put the tip to him again. “Tell me when
you’re ready for more.”

“Drive it in.”

I blinked.

“Drive it in, Cassidy. Fill me and suck
me.”

Oh my God.

My entire body spasmed.

“Are you sure?”

The bed moved with his buck.

“Fill…
me
.”

I held his eyes and drove it in.

His head shot back and his grunt reverberated
around the room as the bed moved again with the violence of his
reaction.

“Dea—”

His head shot forward.

“
Suck me.
”

I bent to him immediately.

I felt him tense all around me, certain the
bed would fly apart, all the restricted power of him fighting to be
unleashed.

I added a hand and stroked him tight while I
sucked him hard, and when I did, I got a deep groan.

He liked this. He was getting off on
this.

That knowledge affected me so deeply, I was
about to put my hand between my legs or give up and ride him when
his voice came at me, guttural.

“Twist it.”

I lifted my eyes to his but kept working his
cock.

“The plug, Cassie, give me more. Jack me,
suck me, and twist it.”

My nether regions convulsed but I did as he
asked and watched his head fall back again. “Fuck yeah. Keep doin’
that shit, baby.
Fuck
.”

Oh yes, he liked this so much he was totally
getting off on what I was giving him.

God, was this beauty what he felt when he did
this to me?

He’d said it was. He’d said I’d get it when I
had it.

I
so
got it.

I watched him, listened to him, sucked him,
jacked him, twisted the plug, my sex now throbbing. Deacon at my
mercy, Deacon taking what I was giving him, demanding it, getting
off on it.

I took a chance, pulled the plug out,
stretching him around the bulbous part, then I started gently
stroking him with it.

The bed moved again with his buck and his
head jerked up.

More need. More hunger.

God.

God.

It was a miracle I didn’t come with just one
look.

“Don’t…
stop
,” he growled, voice harsh
with the emotions in his face.

I fucked him gentle while jacking and sucking
him hard. His head dropped back again and his legs strained
powerfully against the ropes in a way I thought the bed would break
loose.

I was losing it, getting into it, giving it
to him, all of it harder, faster, when his head shot up again.

“Drive it in and climb on. Now, Cassie.”

With zero hesitation, I did as told, and when
I was in position, I slammed down fast, taking him deep, my head
falling back at the magnificence of him filling me.

God, I missed him.

Everything.

All of him.

Every inch.

“Ride wild,” he ordered.

I again did as I was told, riding wild,
abandoned, moaning, mewing, whimpering, one hand going to my breast
to roll my nipple, the other one between my legs to work my
clit.

“Take what you need, baby, fast as you can so
you come.”

I looked down at him, all of that power
contained for me, all I knew he’d given to me, and fucked him
harder.

“Need you to come,” he gritted, his whole
body strung tight in a way I could actually see it.

“Then you’ll get what you need,” I whispered,
rammed down on him, arched back and came. I did it moving on him.
He liked when I rode his cum and he gave me what I liked when I was
tied for him.

I returned the favor.

He’d been holding back. I knew this when I
heard his grunted climax mingle with my whimpering cries as we both
found it at the same time.

And it was marvelous.

The best I ever had.

But then again, with Deacon, it always
was.

I dropped my head forward, resting a hand to
his chest and trailing it lightly to his abs. I was still moving,
slowly, taking him in and gliding him out, watching our
connection.

He’d been right. I could do this for
eternity, watching me take him.

It was beautiful.

“Untie me now and do it without losing my
dick.”

I lifted my head when I heard his voice and
moved immediately to do what he asked as best I could. He would
never leave me tied if I didn’t want it, so I gave him the
same.

It was kind of hard to keep his cock while I
released his ankles, but by a miracle, it happened.

I barely got the last tie loose before I was
on my back, Deacon on me and still inside.

“You know what I just gave to you?” he
demanded, voice still rough from sex.

All my insides clutched.

“You didn’t like it,” I said and my voice was
fragile with a thread of dread.

“Fuckin’ loved it,” he clipped.

“I…uh…” I stammered, confused as to the
intensity of his mood.

“Still plugged for you, Cassidy.”

I blinked.

“Lyin’ on you, seated deep inside you, ass
filled, for you.”

Understanding dawned, my body relaxed, and I
whispered, “Deacon.”

“Do anything for you. Do anything for you and
like it. Do anything for you that you want and nearly beg for it.
You wanted my ass, I gave it to you. I’ll give it to you again. No
one, woman,
no one
I’d give that to. Except you.”