As his cock slipped between my breasts, I gasped, staring down at the way his girth wrapped itself with my flesh.
“Untie me so I can suck your cock,” I said as sultry as I could. I was panting, barely able to form the words. This man drove me absolutely wild.
“No. I like you just like this,” Nathan whispered, reaching down and pulling my head upward as he moved his hips forward. The tip of his majestic shaft danced lightly against my lips.
“Go ahead. Work for my cum.”
That was all he had to say. I moaned, slipping his shaft between my lips and doing everything I could to use my tongue on his most sensitive flesh. Nathan was teasing me, keeping himself just barely within reach as I struggled with my handcuffs. My saliva began to cover his shaft, and I found myself completely out of my mind as he reached a hand behind himself and found my pussy again, my clit crying out for more attention.
I threw myself into the blowjob, doing everything I could to get him off. It was wet and filthy and wrong, and I loved every goddamned second of it. Before I knew it, he had moved away, too far for my mouth to reach, but easily between my breasts. His saliva-slick cock slipped between them, reaching my lips on every thrust. I mourned the departure of his fingertips as he pressed my breasts together, sliding between them, thrusting into the channel he’d created. It was unbearably sexy, and all I could imagine was how amazing it would feel inside me.
“Fuck me, Nathan. Please,” I gasped, staring up into his emerald eyes.
“Fine … But we’re going to do it my way.”
I didn’t understand what he meant as he slipped off of me, untying my feet. Before I knew it, they were in the air, held together at the ankles as Nathan moaned.
“God fucking damn… Do you know how sexy your ass is?”
I’d been blessed with good genes, and I’d always been proud of my round bottom, but having Nathan inspecting it like this was just sexy as hell. I wiggled it at him, smiling wickedly. It surprised me when Nathan left me like that for a moment, stepping off the bed and toward his dresser. When he returned, I could see he had rolled a condom over his cock, but more surprising was the sudden splash of cool wetness against the crack of my ass.
“What are you doing?” I asked, gasping suddenly as his fingertip slipped between my cheeks and pressed just slightly into my tight, forbidden hole.
His words echoed in my mind: “We’re going to do it my way.”
“Wait, Nathan, I’ve never done this before,” I said, whimpering as his fingertip slipped just a bit deeper.
“Relax, baby. There’s no part of you I can resist exploring. Nothing you can keep from me…”
I knew he was right, even as his huge cock lined up with my tightest of holes. What was I doing? Was I really going to let him fuck me in the ass?
“Oh, fuck!” I squealed as he pressed inward, his lubricated cock sliding between my cheeks. Pain and pleasure bloomed in tandem, making my hips jerk and my toes curl as a feeling of overwhelming fullness overtook me.
“Relax. You can do this, Sandra,” Nathan whispered, impaling me ever so slowly, each inch of his cock filling me beyond anything I could even imagine. I screamed for him, overcome with the intensity of the sensations Nathan inspired in me as my mind went blank. There was nothing except me and Nathan’s big cock, nothing to stop him from taking every last bit of my innocence.
“Good girl,” he said, beginning to thrust. It was slow at first, but he was building up speed with every movement. I had lost all control of my voice, squeals and moans of unholy pleasure erupting from my body as Nathan’s thumb came down on my clitoris. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t just making me his—he was showing me just how much control he had over my body.
I never would have let another man do this. I would have gone my whole life without knowing this kind of pleasure, if not for Nathaniel Hale. He owned me, body and soul, and I could only succumb to his demands. There was no resisting him anymore.
My whole world shattered with orgasm after orgasm as he fucked me, a seemingly endless stream of pleasure babbling over me, drowning me in a current of bliss. By the time he finally fell backward, spent, I was lost to the undertow, floundering in the brilliant darkness of my afterglow.
Nathan was mine. I was his.
“Sandra,” he whispered as he lay down beside me. “Tell me this is going to work. Tell me we can leave all this behind and live our lives. Tell me we can be together.”
“Yes, Nathan,” I murmured without hesitation. He smiled, and I returned it. “Oh God, yes.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I was shivering. When I had things under control, I could suppress my fear. Right now, things were very much out of my control.
The plan was simple: let Captain Pierce into the safe room, let him play with the dummy computer Nathan had his tech guys set up, and record the whole thing. Surely, there’d be something on the tapes and computer logs to nail his ass to the wall.
Things had went wrong right from the start.
Nathan had made himself scarce just like we’d planned, but when Captain Pierce arrived, he wasn’t alone. That wasn’t part of the plan. He wasn’t supposed to have company.
Four men climbed out of the squad car, looking uncomfortable in their blues. I stared at the stiff and immaculate uniforms as the captain approached. They were too clean. Too perfectly pressed. They were bullshit.
Brand new uniforms. All of them. Uniforms taken right out of inventory at the station. They were the complete opposite of the rough-looking men wearing them, and that meant these men weren’t cops. They were playing dress-up. Emerald green eyes shined on the face of the closest phony officer as they approached. I tried to stay calm, leaning up against the unmarked black Crown Victoria.
Irish. Fuck.
Nathan was right. Captain Pierce had been working with Mr. Wallace this whole time. Getting Nathan out of his mansion and into protective custody was his way of putting him under his thumb. He was never supposed to testify.
The mansion loomed just at the end of the street, quiet and unguarded. Nathan’s men would be nowhere near this place today. We were taking no chances and definitely didn’t want to spook the Captain. The trouble was that I desperately wished they were here now.
“Detective.”
“Captain,” I replied, nodding toward the other men. They kept their distance, not locking eyes with me.
“Don’t mind them. I needed a few men I could trust on this one. Where’s Nathaniel Hale?” the captain asked.
“He’ll be in Philadelphia for some big charity drive all weekend. His company is investing in a children’s hospital,” I responded, the rehearsed words flowing easily from my lips.
“Smart man, giving himself an alibi as that shipment hits the docks. I take it you’ve got the keys to the castle?”
“Keys, and a disabled security system,” I replied. “He keeps his computer in some kind of safe room just off the kitchen. I’ve taken the liberty of shutting down his video surveillance for the afternoon.”
“Excellent. Move out. I want this done quickly,” the captain said, waving the men toward the house. They started up the path toward the oversized front doors as he turned back to me. “You did good work, Detective.”
Fuck. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.
The captain was the one who was supposed to go into that room. He was the one I needed on video, planting evidence. I could hit the panic switch, and he’d be locked in that stupid room until I could hand this whole case over to the boys in Internal Affairs.
“Now walk.”
The Captain’s voice had become gruffer, more stilted. I stared at the hard lines on his face before glancing downward to see his Sig 223 pointed squarely at my stomach, the dark shape both sinister and beautifully engineered.
“Captain… I don’t understand,” I said, staring down at the gun.