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  “I know, God, I know.” His lips slid across my chest. “You need this, love. For so long.”

  I cried out at the hot suction on my breast followed by his warm breath and scrape of his teeth. “Lucian.” His name burst forth, like freedom. I pulled on my restraints and arched my back, seeking his mouth. “Please.”

  He answered with a groan of agony, his mouth wet and hot on my other breast, his tongue licking and flicking, his lips gliding, teeth scraping. His fingers were everywhere, brushing softly then scratching, his cock pressing at the juncture of wide open thighs. I lifted my hips for it.

  He was suddenly back at my mouth, his cock sliding between my folds. “That what you want baby?” He slid himself along my clit.

  “God, yes.”

  His breath shuddered in my mouth and his fingers danced over my clit. “I need to suck this into my mouth first. Lick it until you’re nearly undone.” He slid his fingers lower to my entrance and plunged his finger deep inside me. “I need to fill you up, fill you up completely.” I bucked against his hand and he glided his finger to my butt. “Baby.” He pressed his finger on the opening. “I have to lick this. Then fuck it with my tongue.” He pushed the tip into me. “You want that, love?” He nibbled at my lower lip then sucked it between his. “I’m so fucking crazy for you. You need to know that.”

  He was suddenly feasting on my breasts again, the sound of a man on the edge, groaning, winded, his fingers biting and urgent. He gripped my waist and fear seized me. “I-I need to see you.”

  His fingers slowly went slack and he whispered his hands up my body, following with his lips until he was back at my mouth. He slid the blindfold off while kissing me, his fingers stroking along my face, along my hair. “I’m here, love. It’s all me, always.”

  ****

  She wanted to see me. Fuck, the things that did to me. And I’d nearly said forever. All me, always me. Forever. I’d used the blindfold thinking it would be easier for her. But she needed to see me. She needed me. Dear God, fuck yes.

  I couldn’t devour her fast enough now. I so needed her to see me. See me break her down. See how much I fucking loved it. How did she always do this? Every time I made plans, she’d say one thing, make one sound and wreck it in the most profound way. The most beautiful way. Back between her thighs, I gripped her ass and lifted her. One thing had not changed. My insatiable need to make her scream with pleasure.

  I stroked my lips softly along her open folds, digging fingers into her ass muscles, while fighting to hold on to my sanity. Up and down her length I slid my mouth until her scent made me ravenous, her fucking incessant cries had me insane. “Jesus Christ, fuck!” I plunged my tongue into her dripping entrance and pressed my nose all over that sweet hard clit. I was lost, fuck. I moved to her cute ass and licked all over it.

  “Yes, yes! Lucian!”

  “God-fucking-damn,” I gasped, working my tongue into her ass. I pulled and pushed her on me until she trembled everywhere with need. She needed to be filled up. But God I didn’t want a fucking dildo doing it. I wanted to see her come everywhere while my cock filled her and my finger fucked her ass.

  I stopped and retied her hands together on the head board. Knees apart, ass up, face down, Jesus Christ, yes.

  I stroked my hands over her hips. “Baby, I’m going to fuck you now. Are you ready for it, love?”

  She nodded rapidly. “Yes, yes.”

  I held her perfect fucking hips and slid very slowly inside her. “You feel me baby? Filling you up?”

  She cried out, nodding.

  I groaned hard when I reached bottom. “I’m all the way in baby.” The words blasted with my desire. I fought to catch my breath as I watched. “I look so fucking good buried in you.” I tickled the tip of my pinky at her tight ass and she gave a sharp cry, drawing my finger in. “Yes baby. You like that, fuck.”

  “Yes, yes. Fuck me Lucian. God please, just do it.”

  “Oh God,” I groaned, closing my eyes against the raging orgasm her words provoked. She flicked her hips and I worked my finger deeper inside her.

  “Oh my God, Lucian.”

  “I’m gonna, baby, fuck wait.” I got my finger halfway in and pulled my cock slowly out. “God, love…” I let out a long hiss. “You’re all over my cock. So wet. So beautiful.” I stroked along her spine with my other hand while sliding my length slowly back inside. “Are you ready to get fucked love?”

  “Jesus, yes.”

  She was frantic. Just like I had to have her. “Do it. Move your pussy on me.” I worked my finger in and out, and reached beneath her with my other hand. “Your clit baby. So hard. So hot isn’t it?”

  “God, yes Lucian.”

  “I know baby. That’s it, fuck my cock.” I rolled my hips when she worked herself all the way on me, growling on the urge to tear into her. “You’re so close, I can feel it.”

  “I’m coming Lucian. I’m coming! Lucian, Jesus—”

  I thrust in deep and began bucking my hips. “Fucking come all over me.” I rammed my cock in and out, jerking her, wiggling my finger over her clit, moving my finger in her ass.

  She began to sing out this fucking orgasm that grew in intensity as her body shook and trembled and bucked. So beautiful. I growled through the onslaught of pleasure, determined not to orgasm, not yet. Not fucking yet, not like this. I needed her beneath me, our bodies pressed together hard, I needed her voice in my ear, in my mouth, my cock buried as deep as it could go. That’s what I needed.

  I slowed my strokes, sliding my hand up and down her spine, caressing her ass with the other, listening to her soft lingering cries of astonishment. I pulled out and untied her. She rolled onto her side, still winded, and stared at my cock. Seeing I wasn’t done, she flushed with desire again. I stood next to the bed, watching it slither through her limbs until it opened her legs, undulated her hips, arched her spine, and hardened her perfect nipples. Good fucking God.

  I crawled on the bed until my body was prone to hers. She held my gaze and fuck, tears filled her eyes.

  “What, love?” My heart raced hard in my chest.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “For what?” I leaned and kissed her lips softly, not wanting anything to ruin what I’d just given her.

  “For…” she looked off to the left, her chin trembling, “…losing the game.”

  “Fuck, love, I slipped, it wasn’t your fault. It was mine.”

  “I know, and I freaked.”

  “You freaked? Love if you had been in my head. I nearly had a heart attack.”

  She raised her brows then snickered. “You did?”

  “Fuck, yes! I was so glad you quit. I’m not kidding.”

  She stared at me until her face became a severe mask of nothing I could identify or justify her having in that second. What had I said? She grabbed my face and pulled me to her mouth and wrapped her legs around my waist. “Make love to me. Please.”

  Her words with the desperate way she moved to them knocked me on my ass. I fumbled like a teenager to comply and the second I found her entrance, she jerked my hips and buried me deep inside her.

  The cry she gave pierced my fucking heart, Jesus Christ. I kissed her, if you could call devouring another person that. But I’d never been so hungry to have every part of somebody the way I wanted her. And the way she seemed to return the feeling, holy fuck, it undid me. The next thing I knew she flipped us, putting her on top. I held her waist and watched her, forced her tight to my groin and rolled my hips, hitting her core with the head of my cock. Fuck, yes, she liked that. Seeing her on me like that brought my orgasm like a runaway comet, there was no fucking denying it. I kept her tight to me, grinding the head of my cock deep with hard jerks until my body locked up with ecstasy, blinding fucking ecstasy. I bowed up off the bed and she sealed her chest to mine, her cries in my mouth as I wrapped my arms around her.

  Fuck, she’d just done something to me. I didn’t know what it was, I only knew I was never going to be the same again.<
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  Chapter Four

  I sat across from Tara the next day, breathing carefully through the feelings that had me rigid. I was officially mind-blown. She was doing that shit again. Not looking at me. Treating me like a stranger. A fuck buddy. I was left with just wow at how that infuriated me.

  How could somebody endure what we fucking shared and not be affected? The idea that it didn’t mean as much to her was more than I could stand, and fuck I wanted to walk out of there and never turn back. And yet the enigma begged to be unraveled, begged to be confounded right the fuck back. She was wrong about whatever was going on in her head. Dead wrong. And I was torn between proving it and getting as far away from her as I could.

  Day two, challenge one. God, it better not be anything sexual because I don’t think I could get a fucking hard-on to save my life. A reminder of what she’d done to me.

  The only other person who had this kind of power over me was my father. My fucking father. And to be forced to feel pain by anyone was riling a very bad mojo in me. I’d vowed to never let anybody rape my emotions like that bastard had. No-fucking-body.

  “Soooo, what do you think we’re going to be doing?” It was the third time she’d asked.

  I merely raised my brows at her, not wanting to answer.

  She clasped her hands together. “Are you nervous?”

  “Should I be?” She was acting clueless. Like she didn’t know what she was doing.

  “I would think it would be a natural reaction,” she said nonchalantly.

  “You do, huh? You learned that in Psych 101? Dr. Tara?”

  She rolled her eyes then leveled a gaze on me.

  Not seeing any sign of the woman she’d shown me the night before crushed me. I couldn’t keep it from showing.

  “What is your problem? You’re being an ass.”

  “Me?”

  “Yes, you.”

  “I’ve been being an ass.” A disbelieving laugh escaped.

  “That’s what I said.”

  “And you?”

  “What about me? Jesus, what do you want? You want me to swoon at your feet?” She gave that snort, like it was silly. “We’re adults. Not teenagers.”

  I shook my head and lowered my gaze. “Really.”

  “Yes. Really. I don’t know what you expect from me, but this is who I am. I’m not this…flowery person, this fountain of bubbly good feelings overflowing all over the place.”

  “Yeah, because that’s exactly what I want from you.” So fucking ridiculous.

  The door opened and Tara’s favorite blonde female entered and sat in the third chair at the table. Just what I needed, more tension in the air. She’d taken great pains to inform me her name was Danielle the day before, like I gave a shit.

  Today, she held a clip board. “And how is America’s favorite couple?” She handed us each a sheet of paper and pen with that bright sun-shiny smile she always wore when Tara and I were at odds.

  It all added to the played the fool vibe that was slowly rubbing me raw. Tara and I mumbled our greeting and she went on with her fakery. “Welcome to day two of battle. We’ll be starting out with a little test of knowledge. About each other, of course. Nothing to it.”

  I laughed and slapped my palm on the table then winked at Tara. “Nothing to it, love.”

  She gave me a sour look and Danielle shuffled through her papers. “Great! Let’s get to it.” She removed her jacket, displaying a sheer white blouse that clearly exposed her red bra beneath. She’d had quite the boob job and what didn’t show through the fabric showed through the gaping spaces between the too few buttons struggling to hold it shut.

  I glanced at Tara and found her glaring at me. Oh? She wanted to be jealous? Wasn’t she just the sweetest fucking contradiction? No doubt she thought I preferred my women leggy, big boobed, blonde, and dressed to kill. I couldn’t possibly like dark-haired, hazel-eyed women with near boyish features and a slim body. And fuck if just thinking about it didn’t get me hard.

  Danielle clasped her elegant fingers together, red nails glistening. “You were given a written test during audition as you recall, and we’ll be using some of those to conduct this phase of the challenge. Ready?”

  Again Tara and I mumbled our consent.

  “I’ll start with Tara.” Danielle turned in her seat and faced her. “We asked Lucian what was his biggest kink. Tell us what you think his answer was.”

  “Oh.” Tara slipped on her aloof mask and looked at me. I gave her a quirked brow. “I’d have to go with…” she pursed her lips, then turned to the woman. “The…butt. Of a woman.” She nodded and nodded and nodded. “That’s my final answer.”

  It was damn funny to see her speak casually about something I knew had her cringing inside. “I need… you to be a little more specific.” Danielle winced a bit as though she knew the same thing I did.

  Tara sat back with a sigh then immediately forward again, hands beneath the table, no doubt gripping something to keep from biting her nails. She kept her gaze on the table. “He likes… I mean I’d guess he likes… to um. Use his…” She scratched her cheek roughly and looked away. “Tongue.”

  “Ohhhh.” Danielle sounded eager. “He likes that tongue action in the ass. Mmm. Nice. Point for Tara.” She made sure to load those final words with envy.

  “Yay for me.” Tara pumped her fist in pathetic enthusiasm.

  “Lucian, your turn.” She faced me now, using her tits for balance, it seemed. “We asked Tara the same thing. What do you suppose her answer was?”

  I looked at Tara who stared at the table doing this repetitive thing with her lips. Pursing them then stretching them into a humorless smile. The equivalent of pen clicking or opening and closing a zippo lighter. What the fuck would she have put? Not the truth. Like she’d even know that. Kink to her wouldn’t necessarily mean sexual either. Definitely not. Which made the possibilities endless. I shrugged, going for the most plausible. “I’d imagine her saying…” I looked at Tara who still did that thing with her lips. “Working puzzles.”

  Danielle’s laughter tinkled out and Tara shook her head, mumbling.

  “Nope. Sorry Lucian. Are you ready for this?”

  “Do you have to?” Tara asked.

  “Yes. She does.” I looked at Danielle. “Tell me.”

  “Her kink…” she smiled while Tara muttered how ridiculous this was, “is reading… the obituaries.”

  I snapped my gaze to Tara just as she rolled her eyes up. “Can we move on now?”

  “What do you enjoy about reading the obituaries?” Good God, was she secretly a sadist?

  “There’s plenty to like about it.”

  My brows shot up. “Really? So death excites you. This is news.”

  “No death doesn’t excite me.” Like I were sick to suggest it. “I happen to like the-the…” she rolled her hand in the air, “…consistency of death. You can always count on it.” She finalized the insane confession with her little snorted laugh.

  I stared at her, speechless. Something tugged inside me as I watched her pretend, watched her hide behind those walls. The idea that she’d like something so… odd, fucked with me. I mean somehow, in some impossible way, I think I fell harder in love with her. To think that such a strange thing would bring her comfort made me sad. What had happened to her?

  “Were we supposed to do something with this?” Tara held up the blank paper. “Or is it just for pretend. Like this whole little Dom Wars game.”

  Danielle gave a derogative cackle, sounding tickled to pieces. “Patience, darling. Now, next question. We’ll let Tara go first since she won. Okay, Tara. We asked Lucian what was his greatest childhood fear. What do you think he said?”

  “Hmmm.” Tara tapped her pen on the table then suddenly regarded me like I were one of those pictures within a picture. “I’d saaaaaay… probably, his father.”

  “Awwww, no.” Danielle gave a pseudo-sympathetic smile. “It was water.”

  “Really.” Tara sounded e
xtremely curious. And she’d stay that way. No more sharing secrets with her just to earn her cold distant shoulder.

  “Your turn Lucian. What do you think was Tara’s greatest childhood fear?”

  I shrugged, still bothered with the answer she’d just given. She was partially right. I’d been fucking terrified of the old man when I was a kid. That made Tara a very perceptive little brat. “Boys?”

  Tara threw her hands up and flopped back into the chair. “Why don’t we just hand over the game? Boys? Seriously?”

  “It’s plausible.”

  “How?”

  I looked at Danielle. “So what’s her answer?”

  Danielle gave a burst of ridiculing laughter, all in good sport no doubt. “She was scared…of small spaces.”

  At Tara’s obvious embarrassment, I decided I could wait until later to ask. “What’s next?”

  “Okay, question number three. Lucian, you first. If Tara could be any superhero, who would it be?”

  Judging by the grin Danielle wore, this would be another priceless answer. Why couldn’t Tara have just lied and given normal shit answers? I stroked the bridge of my nose, trying to think of something I’d never guess. “Pink… Power ranger?”

  “What?” Tara cried incredulous. “Superhero!” She tossed her pen on the table in disgust.

  “Not quite, Lucian.” Danielle had to work to keep her words coherent through laughter. “Try… Santa Claus.”

  I choked on shock. “Santa Claus?”

  Tara pointed at me. “He is very much a superhero. I have every right to think he’s a super hero. Every year he brings smiles to kid’s eyes.”

  I was a little worried now. “So you believe in Santa Claus?”

  “Oh my God, are you serious?” She looked at Danielle. “Did the answer to the question necessitate my belief in it?”

  Danielle shook her head with a tight smile and I let out a sigh of relief. “You’re right,” I said. “My mistake.”

  “Damn right, I’m right,” she mumbled. “And for him?” She pointed at me. “Aqua-man.”