Dicking Around (3 page)

Theo slapped him on the back of the head. “She has something that’s ours. Screw her.”

Visions of the woman in question indeed being screwed against a wall came back to Mickey. He adjusted his stance to relieve the sudden pressure on his dick. “What now?”

“We have to keep following her until we can find out how to get into her house.”

“I don’t want to hurt her.”

“You’re thinking with your dick,” Theo responded in disgust. “We need to trap her and make her tell us where the box is.”

Chapter Three

“Oh, what are you doing here?” The day had been weird enough without opening her door to find a man dressed only in a towel cooking in her kitchen. Peter Mason turned to Carlisle and smiled. Any frustration she had disappeared under the sweet, seductive curve of his lips as he grinned at her. She felt her cunt go wet in response. But that was Peter Mason.
Hot, hot, hot
.

He lifted the spatula and waved at her. “You said drop by whenever I was in town. I know where you hide your key.”

Initially it had thrown Carlisle when she couldn’t find her hidden key. Thoughts of Adam suggesting her method of security was not ‘smart’ came back to her. She had approached her small, rented house hesitant yet ready to scream her lungs out.

“I meant call me or knock on the door. I didn’t mean be naked and cooking?”

“Boring,” Peter said as he went back to his cooking. “I wanted you to have the thrill of finding me here. I figured after we had such a great time last visit you might want me to stay.”

Her mind went back to the last time. It had been so exciting. Knowing how much she liked to be dominated, Peter tied her up face down on her bed, her ass in the air, her bound legs spread wide apart and her hands secured above her head in a pose of total submission and obedience. It was all because she had told him she was too tired to play with him. His response? “I only want your ass, baby.”

And he had taken it. Hard. It had started with him toying with her anus. She had jumped and squirmed as he fingered her. Peter loved anal sex. Until him, Carlisle had never tried it. She had demanded he stop and untie her. He had spanked her ass so hard that she had begged him to stop. And he had. His finger in her ass had been replaced by other things and people. Peter liked toys and he had a lot of friends. One quick call and two men had come straight over. She had not been able to see them. Her head faced forward. They stood behind, looking at her ass.

“Did you bring the drill?”

“Drill?” Carlisle had repeated the word wondering what was in store for her.

“Yeah, baby, we’re going to take turns playing with you.” The sound of a power drill vibrated in the room.

“No.” Yet even as she said the word, Carlisle was excited at the thought.
All the power?

Vibrating inside of me?

Slap, slap, slap. “You have no say in it at all.”

When the lubed up dildo had been pushed into her anus she had shrieked. It was foreign, tight, and painful. “Peter?”

He bent down and whispered in her ear. “Relax.”

“How can I when I have something shoved up my ass?” And then the dildo started to vibrate and slide in and out and Carlisle’s eyes had opened wide with shook.
My god
they’re drilling me.
The men had taken turns playing with her ass and the drill. They reamed her out until she was panting with need to come.

“I think she’s ready boys. Condoms on,” Peter commanded.

“Peter —”

“You’re going to like this.”

The first thrust of a hot, hard dick in her ass made her shriek. The drill had loosened up her muscles but it was a shock all the same. Carlisle was on fire with need. Even though she had yelled out for them to stop it was the last thing she wanted to happen. While it was true that they held her body in their hands, Carlisle knew she had the power to stop them.

If I wanted to and I don’t.
She liked the thrill of being taken and used. They took it in turns to fuck her. She had been horrified and angry but then all that angst turned to something else when a hand touched her clit and she started to moan.

“See? I told you, you’d like it.” Peter humped her hard and he toyed with her cunt.

“Want me to stop?”

“No.” At first it was shameful. Now she wanted shameless. She wanted to be used by them.

“Take the photos boys.”

That made Carlisle buck against her restraints. “What? Why?” “So you remember how much fun this was when we do it next time.” It hadn’t exactly been fun. It had been fierce, brutal sex. Her whole body had been shaken by it.
And I loved it.
Not that Carlisle would ever tell Peter that. It was a game they played. “I could barely walk last time.” Carlisle had been sore for days but it had been worth it. Peter did things to her that she never imagined anyone doing. And the thing was she had no say or choice in what happened. He used her for his own pleasure and in turn ensured she came over and over again. And the photos?

They were kept in a drawer beside her bed for those nights when she was alone and needy.

Carlisle would look at them and rub her clit and remember when.

****

“You enjoyed it.” It wasn’t a question. It was fact as far as Peter was concerned. He knew when a woman wanted to be taken hard and dirty. Carlisle was like that. She pretended she didn’t. He knew she craved the forbiddeness of it.

“What are you cooking?”

He knew she was trying to avoid the issue. It wasn’t an easy thing for someone who grew up to be a good girl admitting she enjoyed anal sex and multiple partners. “Baby?”

Carlisle looked uncertain. “What?”

“Why can’t you admit you enjoyed being tied up and taken in the ass?” It was a game they played. She pretended to resist and he took her anyway.

“Is it risotto?”

Peter smiled to himself as he switched the burner off. “Oh, baby, you need a reminder.”

He dropped his towel on the floor. He was hard and ready. Thoughts of fucking Carlisle always made him so.

Carlisle moved away from him “I don’t want to do that.”

She was such a bad liar. Peter could feel her eyes on his dick. “Come with me.” Peter held out his hand. He would give her a choice to exercise her free will. If she didn’t use it then he would use her until she begged for more.

“No, it’s been a long day.” She tried to sidestep him. Peter grabbed her wrist.

“No.” She tried to pull away from him.

“Shut up, baby.” He was in charge and they both knew it. If Peter thought for one second there was genuine fear in her voice he would stop. But there wasn’t. The sparkle of excitement in her eyes told him she wanted to be taken. He pulled her into the bedroom.

“Strip.”

Carlisle refused to move. “No.”

Peter smiled and shook his head. “Do it or you’ll be punished and we’ll both enjoy that.”

“You don’t scare me.”

“Tough words, baby. I think we both know better.” Peter pushed her onto the bed and started tearing off her clothes. The sound of fabric ripping tore through the air. Carlisle struggled under him trying to free herself. Peter made short work of her clothes. Only her panties remained. He rolled her onto her stomach, straddled her hips and yanked at them until the fabric spit and her ass was bare. The remnant of her panties clung around her upper thighs.

“Get off me!” Carlisle yelled as she bucked up trying to throw him off.

“No. You need to be taught a lesson.” He grabbed the bed sheet and pulled it. Peter needed something to bind her hands with.

“By you? Fuck off.”

He freed the sheet and began twisting it into a rope. Peter knew there was no way Carlisle could move. His weight trapped her. He admired the fight she was putting up. It showed passion and determination.
All moot of course
. “Are you trying to piss me off, baby?”

“Yes!” Carlisle yelled as she squirmed beneath him. “Now
get off me
.”

Peter leaned over and grabbed one of her wrists quickly looping the sheet tight around it. Although she fought the other being taken, both hands were soon roped together. Peter moved his weight to drag her to her knees.

Carlisle had other plans. She rolled onto her back and kicked up at him. “Bastard.”

He laughed as he grabbed her ankles, forcing them apart and back over her head. With what was left of the sheet he secured her ankles to her wrists. “Lovely.”

“Let me go!”

“No, you don’t want that.” Knowing Carlisle was secured, Peter left the bed and went to her dressing table drawer. He knew Carlisle had toys. Smart women were capable of pleasuring themselves without the aid of a man. “Ah ha.” He pulled out a thick, bright, purple dildo. He touched a button and it lit up and started gyrating. “Perfect.”

Carlisle’s eyes were enormous. “What are you going to do?”

“Why, fuck you, baby.” Peter climbed back on the bed.

“Let me go!”

“You say that a lot yet we both know you don’t mean it.” His fingers slid inside her cunt. “You’re so lovely and wet.” He pushed some more buttons on the vibrator and placed the head at her vagina. “Say ‘please fuck me, Peter’.”

“Never!” Carlisle roared.

“Too bad.” He shoved the dildo up inside her cunt.

She cried out at the intrusion, her eyes wide with shock. “Ohhhh…”

“And I’ve only just started.” As soon as he was certain the dildo wasn’t going to move from inside her, he pulled her towards him so his cock was barely an inch from her anus.

He pushed one, then two fingers inside of her.

“Please, Peter…”

“What?” He pushed his fingers in and out, getting her ready for bigger and better things. He could feel the fullness of the dildo inside her.

With his other hand he touched her clit. Carlisle jumped in response. “Yes, you do.” He wanted it to. There was no other woman who could compete with Carlisle. She was hot and fiery and she fought like a wild woman despite the fact that she wanted him. “You know I’m taking you to your sister’s wedding.” Peter had made sure he was back in town for that. He knew the sisters didn’t get along and he wanted to offer support to Carlisle.

“You are fucking not.”

“I am
fucking
so.” His dick jerked in impatience. He wanted in her body. Peter pulled his fingers out and left the bed.

“Where are you going?”

He smiled. “I’ll be back. I need a condom.” He knew where she kept them and the lube.

Carlisle didn’t hide her desire. It amused him that despite her feigned reluctance, she kept condoms and toys she used for her pleasure. He covered his dick, lubed up, and went back to her.

The first time he had pushed his dick inside her ass she had screamed. Now it was different. Now Carlisle pushed forward for it. She closed her eyes and allowed him to sink in to the hilt of her.

“Bastard.”

“I know you love me.” Peter certainly loved her. She was a million different things, yet in the end, Carlisle was a simple soul who wanted to enjoy and be enjoyed. Not many women allowed that. He pumped in and out of her, smiling as he felt the competing sensation of vibrating dildo. Her eyes opened and locked with his. “I know. You hate me.”

“I wanted risotto.”

Peter threw back his head and laughed. “This is much better than fancy rice.” His thrusts became harder. He wanted to come. It was always like that with Carlisle. Just looking at her had him on the brink.

“That’s too hard.”

“Shut up, baby.”

“You shut up,” she roared at him.

He played with her clit once more and she quietened down to gentle pants.
That’s my
girl
. As much as he wanted her to come, Peter wasn’t going to allow her to. He wanted her to remember her need for him the next time they met. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to. He felt the heady rush of cum spurt forward and he shuddered against her body in satisfaction.

****

Carlisle swore at the top of her lungs when he left her tied up on the bed, fully exposed, with the dildo still inside her vagina.

“I have work to do, baby.” Peter leaned down and kissed her. Carlisle wanted to bite him but he moved back from her too fast. “You can’t leave me like this.”

“Someone will free you. I’m going to leave the front door ajar and you’ll get rescued.”

And that was how her sister found her. “Oh for god sake, Carlisle! You have to stop dicking around and grow up. Normal women do not have indiscriminate sex with strange men.”

You mean you don’t
. “I never said I was normal. Please untie me.”

“Is that a—”

“A dildo? Yes.” She watched Bridget shudder.

“Yes, I’m a terrible woman with no morals.”

“Did you get a dress for the wedding?”

Hello? Unite me please
. The vibrations inside her were driving her mad. Carlisle was desperate to come. “No, but I will. Now please help me out.”

Bridget grimaced and flipped her long blonde hair back. “I don’t want to speak about this again.” She reached to undo the knots.

“Oh trust me, silence is golden on this one.”

****

“Damn it!” We missed our chance! The door was open and we were too damn slow.”

Theo was angry. They had followed the woman back to her house to await an opportunity.

Between the man leaving and the blonde arriving there had been a window of time where they could have gotten into the house and searched it. Mickey had been against it. They had argued until it was too late to do anything.

“The blonde is kind of pretty but I like the brunette better.” Theo slapped the back of his head once more. “Think like a thief and not with your dick.” They watched the blonde leave. She slammed the door behind her and another opportunity was missed. “I need a gun.” Threatening the woman was going to be their only option.

Chapter Four

“Who is she?” Amber Kincaid took the dress box from Adam and glared at him.

He sighed. He had wanted an amicable break-up with her. Adam wanted to remain friends. But with Amber that wasn’t possible. Some people you could never assist without them wanting more. “What are you talking about?”

“I can smell her perfume all over you.”

While it was true that Amber had an awe-inspiring physique, there were times Adam suspected heaven had over-indulged in beauty and forgotten to add intelligence when she was created.