Wicked Ways (Dark Hearts Book 1) (14 page)

“Yes. Now...spread your legs for me.”

From the way her face shifted, that had shocked her. She wasn’t so hardened after all. One day I might get her to say what Reuben had made her do.

I studied her then edged the towel apart at the apex of her thighs.

“Wait.”

When her hand lifted, as if to grab me, I intended to use a portion of will but stopped. How far would she go, all by herself? My instruction wasn’t romantic or nice, but it was a good test of what she would do for me. “Show me.”

“Don’t ever use the word cunt again.”

A new topic. I hadn’t said cunt at all, this time. Perhaps it was a favorite Reuben word.

“No?”

Cunt was a word I loved, especially when one was within licking distance, if I bent over.

To tease her, I nudged the towel with my fingertip, making a heart shape and exposing all of her sexual triangle. The beginnings of her slit were visible at the bottom corner.

I traced my finger around where towel ended and skin began, then I very deliberately wet my finger and drew an upside-down
U
over her budding clit, several times, back and forth.

She said nothing, didn’t move an inch. The absorbed if startled look on her face was enough.

No using
cunt
? It was a simple concession and I liked to challenge boundaries, including my own.

“I won’t use it.”

“Thank you,” she said softly, staring at where I’d rested my hand over her thigh with my thumb aiming down between her legs.

“Now it’s your turn.” If I didn’t have her whimpering soon, I’d hand in my license to seduce.

“Oh.”

I sat back, with my elbow on the back of the sofa and my jaw resting on my hand. I watched and waited for her to obey. Where her legs lay over my lap, I felt the twitch of thigh muscle, as if she was unsure of what to do. Her mons showed like a peekaboo shot.

“Women are pretty there compared to men.”

Her answer was the quietest grunt but her legs stopped moving.

“And I’d bet a million dollars that you’re disgustingly wet. Should I check?”

“No!”

She squirmed as if to raise her legs but I leaned on them and seized them both.

“Disgustingly? You’re as dirty as Reuben.”

“Very likely. I’m just nicer in how I fuck. Disgustingly wet is a good phrase when it comes to...pussies.”

She shook her head and her legs stayed closed.

Being the wolf never got old. Just, normally, Little Red Riding Hood came and lay down at my feet.

“You’re interesting, Miss Zorie.” I let amusement show in the twitch of my mouth.

Her eyes flared with something I couldn’t decipher without touching her mind. I wouldn’t do that, yet. I found I wanted the surprise.

“Spread your legs.”

She sucked in a breath. “I’m...thinking.”

Zorie

Spread your legs.

His words hung in the air ready to fall.

Do or don’t?

I’d already let him do so much, maybe because I figured I owed him, or that if I stayed in a sleepy state nothing much could happen?

Or that I wanted this and was afraid to say yes?

That.

With his hand resting on my thigh, I felt as if I were his. He’d done that before, last time – left me tasting his cock when I walked out of this hotel. He’d done it this time with small gestures that eroded my ownership of my body. Until he pulled away the towel, I had been covered. I had been an island of me.

That was no longer true.

Now he waited, with that kink to his lips, his black hair tousled and twisted as if he’d been away fighting wars and rescuing maidens, but not raising a sweat because he was too cool for that. Greece, I decided, was his country. His shirt that he’d put back on was only half buttoned and chest hair showed. No smooth chest for this man.

And he was a man, where Reuben was a bully; even without his powers he’d have been bad. I could see the difference. How easy would it be to be corrupted after years of such powers?

Yet still I hesitated. Was it real or was he a bastard underneath? He took when he might’ve asked, I’d seen that but he also seemed to care. There was good in there, I’d swear it.

Still watching me. So patient. I felt as if I should reward that and I must’ve moved because around his eyes crinkled.

“Still thinking?”

“Mmm.”

I interested him? His erection against the side of my thigh said that that too.

He turned me on so badly.

I let my legs move apart the smallest amount. I wasn’t saying yes, just...maybe.

The slight brush of his fingers on my leg had me quivering and, as he’d guessed before, getting wetter. With that touch and the remembrance of his command, my nipples tightened and moisture slipped from me. I could feel it dribbling down my slit.

If I did as he asked, he’d see.

Why did that trouble me when I’d shown others so much? Maybe because this was more real. This was me.

This was me saying yes.

I shut my eyes for a second and, though I cringed inside, knowing I was giving in, it was still my choice.

I did as he’d asked; I parted my thighs.

For a minute he didn’t even look down there, he held my eyes with his, and I could see the satisfaction I’d given him, as if I’d handed him an unexpected prize.

Then he stroked the stubble on his jaw and he looked. “Wider.”

Shit.
I think I blushed, but I was too far gone, too willing to yield. My right thigh was wedged against him so I let my left leg fall open more.

“Nice.” Mister Black nodded, before he put his hands under both my legs and pushed them up then down onto my chest so I was doubled over and pinned to the sofa. I bit my lip as my ass lifted off the cushions. “Wrap your arms around your legs. Keep them there.”

To distract myself, I asked a question, even as I held my legs against my chest. “What are you doing?”

“Considering where to fuck you first.” Then he winked.

“Do I get a say?”

“Enough questions. Quiet or I’ll stuff something in your mouth, and it won’t be a strawberry. Though I might stuff one in your ass.”

“Umm.” What a threat. I could imagine him carrying through. So I just held my legs. Held them so tight my ass stayed up off the sofa.

“I like seeing all your holes at once.”

I opened my mouth then shut it at his glance.

“I’m not nice, Zorie. I’m probably a little crazy after all these years getting women to suck my cock when I wanted them to. It makes you see some people as objects.”

Was I an object? I hoped not, but then I lost track of my thoughts as...

Absentmindedly, he ran his open hand down the back of my thigh then between my legs to do circles in my pussy entrance with a finger – slow, stretching circles that soon had every sexual part of me on high alert and throbbing and me breathing erratically.

He left his finger there, left it in my hole, while he leaned down and ran his tongue along my slit from top to bottom, going around his finger for extra emphasis or something...something fucking
good
. I let out a groan that was quiet enough to be a sigh and clutched my legs harder. If only he’d do that to my clit.

But his mouth lifted away. “Don’t move.”

His first bite landed like a pincer on my thigh halfway to my knee. Startled, I yelped. He worked his way with bites toward my pussy, where he sank a bite into the join of thigh and pussy. I squeaked in shock, because he didn’t let go. He hung on, bit deeper.

“Stop,” I gasped out, trying to move, but his large hand shoved my thigh back onto place.

“Stay.”

Distraught, but getting increasingly turned on, I desisted, I stopped wriggling. I stayed.

He let go, and moved to my other leg. Soon, despite my litany of squeaks and whispered protests, I had another line of bites. Then he squeezed my pussy lips together with his fingers and bit me there. Alarmed, I bucked.

“Stay!” For the first time, I felt the caress of
will
. I stayed. Fuck me, I did, groaning as for several seconds he refused to let go. It wasn’t as painful as my thighs, but it had at first been terrifying. Not anymore. My pussy lips felt as if he’d stapled them but I had an animal of a man eating me and my clit seemed inclined to pop.

“Fuck.” I writhed a tiny amount, scared to move more. “Please?” I didn’t know why I’d said that. There was pain. There was throbbing pleasure that channeled directly to my clit and made me want to beg for his cock. His stubble rasped at my intimate parts.

I held my legs to myself, offering my cunt to him. The word worked for me, for once.

Stay
stuck in my mind until he released my lips. The satisfied smirk he wore awed me.

When he sat up and rose to his knees, I figured I’d have his cock plunging into me soon. Fascinated, I stayed there, a bundled-up woman, presenting her ass for him to fuck.

He unzipped and pulled down pants and underwear enough to let his cock spring free.

I wriggled and found myself tonguing beneath my bottom lip.

“Sexy creature.” He eyed me. “Fucking wet and swollen. My bites all down you like a runway and now...you stick that pretty tongue out.”

He came over me, hands anchored on the sofa to either side of my head, and he zeroed in on my tongue. I froze. Too much scrutiny, plus his cock was brushing and twitching against my seam.

“Tongues...” he drawled. “Are such sexual things. Like cocks and vaginas that don’t care who sees them, naked, and squirming.”

“They are?” I blinked.

“Yes.” He licked the side of my face then nipped me, my ear, my neck.

“Kiss me.” I longed to feel his lips on mine.

Mister Black paused. “I fuck. I don’t kiss. I have good reasons. Hold your legs higher. Hold them.”

I don’t kiss.
That’d seemed like an insult. A second later, I didn’t care, because after kissing my leg, slight change of target there, he found my breast and swallowed up my entire nipple with his mouth. My breast inside his mouth.
God.
Hot, wet suction. The sucking and licking at the same time as his cock searched for and found my entrance, then delved inside me, it was enough to make the world
stop
.

A simultaneous storm of pleasure.

Hold your legs up.
He slid in some more and I moaned, eyes shut, feeling like a girl on display for any passersby to nail.

He shunted in harder, deeper, fucking me with energy to spare, thumping into my ass, sinking me into the sofa. The loudness of him slapping into my lubricated flesh blended with my moans and grunts. I couldn’t help it. Whether he’d elevated my arousal or not with his will, I wallowed in it, loved it, loved being fucked by a man who wanted pleasure and not to dirty my soul.

After a last, long, sliding drive that had me arching my neck, he pulled out and stood. Mister Black slipped off his pants and underwear. Greedy for more, I watched his cock bounce, shining with my wetness.

He slapped the back of my thigh. “Get up. I want you leaning bottom up over the arm rest.”

Though I loved being screwed from behind I couldn’t help muttering, “Orders, so many orders,” as I rolled off the sofa, leaving the towel behind.

When I heard the zip and tinkle of his belt leaving the loops of his pants and the leather arrived across my mouth, I knew why.

“I told you what would happen. Open.”

He had. Swift justice. If it could be called that. Strangely, I loved this, the surrendering of control. I guess I trusted him – not that I had much choice.

I opened and he wriggled the belt deeper into my mouth. My teeth were above and below, with the bitter-tasting belt lying over my tongue and the corners of my mouth stretching, as he made the belt tighten by doing something at the back of my head.

When the leather twisted pain into my lips, I squeaked and raised my hands as if to stop him.

“Down with those. You’re fine. I can tell.”

“Urng,” was the best disagreeable noise I could make, in unison with a frown.

He laughed and used the belt to steer me so I lay over that arm rest, with the side of my head pushed into the cushion.

“My, my. This ass.” His hand stroked across me, circling, as if I were some precious creation he’d been dying to handle. His next words were delivered from a couple of inches away, since he’d squatted beside the sofa. “How I wish I could do what I wanted to you.” He angled his head. “But there’s too much inside your mind that’s messed up, so I’m being careful. Understand?”

Why did he need me to understand? I really just needed him to fuck me so hard, with the energy of a thousand suns, or of one, determined and powerful man. Simple. I nodded, my rear end elevated and waiting for him, my pussy clenching...lying there desiring his cock while he smiled at me across the landscape of the sofa. I wasn’t really sure what he was asking.

Even so, the dark promise in his eyes made my heart falter.

Then he climbed to his feet and penetrated me, slowly and thoroughly. I registered every moist fraction, every moment of the journey of his cock into me. Had I tightened more, swollen more? Something made it harder for him to enter and more amazing an experience. My eyes rolled up and I held my breath. I needed only to
feel
.

Once seated inside me fully, he grabbed the knot on the leather belt at the back of my head, as well as a big handful of my ass, then he fucked me hard enough to jar my teeth. With my lips curled out and opened by the belt, I couldn’t close my mouth. I drooled and grunted on the sofa, as I slid back and forth. I parted my legs more and lifted my ass to let him drive in, rocking back to greet each thrust until overcome. Pleasure climbed, filled me. Almost, almost, there.

I curled my toes and held myself in place with fists of sofa upholstery, wanting, waiting, to be obliterated.

To my surprise, he pulled out and kneeled to bury his face between my legs. The sudden application of mouth to clit along with several thick fingers cramming into my pussy, brought me close to orgasm. Another lick and more sucking, with his fingers wedging in some more, and I gasped, struck senseless, rolling into an unexpected climax.

I died the little death, lost myself, and found myself again, with my eyes jammed shut, saying a guttural
oh
into that poor drooled-on sofa.

My shudders had barely died when he began fucking me again. The first squeeze in and slide of cock was always glorious post-climax. My moans echoed. The smacks of wet flesh rocked the room. I squashed my face into the sofa and bit down.

I think I almost got carpet burn on my face.