Tearing Down Walls (Love Under Construction Series Book 2) (25 page)

“Now?” Vic had made it only steps up the hallway from the private room when Miranda caught him. “Do you have even a
little
time for me?” she whined.

“Depends. How in-depth do you need this to be?” He was tired, just bone-weary. All he wanted to do was go home and sleep.

“Doesn’t have to be in-depth at all, except the depths of my pussy.” She leaned in and kissed the side of his neck, and Vic went into sensory overload. “All I need is a quick fuck.”

Vic glanced out toward the commons area, then took her elbow and growled, “Come on.” He took her straight back into the room he’d used with Jessica, spun her around, and kissed her hard. “Take off everything. Right now.”

Miranda dropped her bra and thong right there. “Yes, sir. How can I please you, sir?”

“To the side of the bed and face it.” Vic pulled a good-sized object that looked like a small ottoman over to the side of the bed. “Kneel on this.” When Miranda had knelt, Vic put wrist cuffs on her, then secured one arm to the headboard and one to the footboard with snapped straps. Her arms were straight out and perpendicular to her body and she was face-down toward the mattress, leaving her ass bare and just the right height, but her torso was somewhat suspended above the mattress. It would be a challenge to her to stay in a position where her arms and chest weren’t supported, and she twisted her hands until she could hold onto the straps. Once he’d buckled a wide band around her waist, he told her, “You will maintain this posture until I have taken all I want,
capisce?
Understand?”

“Yes, sir.” She hesitated. “How will you be using your sub, sir?”

“Any way I please.” He unzipped his leathers, drew on a condom, and lubed himself up. “And I believe it would please me to fuck your ass. What do you say to that?”

Miranda groaned but answered, “If it pleases you, sir.”

“Correct answer.” Vic pressed a lubed finger into the ring of muscles and she tightened, but he didn’t back down. After pumping a few times, he took the finger out and replaced it with two, and she groaned and tightened but held still. “This will be a challenge to you. Your safeword?”

“Red, sir.”

“Very good. You will not come until I give you permission,
capisce?
”

“If it pleases you, sir.”

“Yes. It does. Ready yourself.” Vic pressed the head of his cock against her resistance and she tightened. “Let me in,
bella.
” He tried again and wasn’t able to make any progress. “I said let me in, girl.” Vic reached a hand up under her and pinched her clit, and she screamed. When the scream left her lips, he pressed the head of his cock against her again and it slid in without difficulty. She cried out, and he pressed in harder, burying a couple of inches in her ass.

“Oh, sir! Oh, god!” Miranda cried out.

“Do you want to safeword?” Vic asked.

“Only if it pleases you, sir!” she whined.

“This is what pleases me,” Vic snarled, gripped the strap around her waist with one hand, and shoved into her, sinking his entire dick in her to its base and grinding in until his balls rested against her slit. Miranda let out a shriek and, when she did, Vic drew out of her and stroked back up into her as far as he could go. Then he ratcheted up to an energetic stroking in and out of her, and she cried out.

“Do you need to safeword, girl?” he panted.

“Only if it pleases you, sir!” She shot out a loud moan and added, “Oh, god, sir, fuck me!”

“It does indeed please me,” he growled back at her, and he began to stroke hard and watch his cock redden from her friction even inside the condom. He leaned forward enough to reach a hand around her thigh and rubbed her nub, taking no time for his strokes to become aggressive. She cried out. “Remember, you do not come until I give you permission.”

Miranda whined, “Yes, sir!” She shook all over. “Please, sir, I need to come!”

“You will not come until I give you permission,” Vic snapped. He could feel her muscles gripping his shaft, all of the effort she was putting into keeping her orgasm at bay, and he knew her abdominal muscles had to be knotted tight. He picked up the pace and began to ram her as hard as he dared, listening to her cry out. “Do you need to safeword?”

“No sir!” she wailed as he continued to slam into her with all his might, using the band around her waist for leverage.

She didn’t realize that Vic was taking great care with her; it seemed to her that he was boring deeper and deeper into her forbidden depths with total disregard when, in reality, he was keeping a close watch, watching the ring of muscles to make sure there was no tearing, no sign of anything wrong. It appeared that she was a good ass fuck, a woman who was used to it and could take it. She was having difficulty with the position, but she was in no danger, so he kept going. Some lucky Dom would thank him someday. He could feel himself just shy of his own climax, and when he knew he was close, he told her, “
Bella,
come for me. Come around my cock.”

Miranda’s body shuddered as her orgasm tore through her. Vic kept up the heavy-duty stroking of her clit as he continued to slam into her, and she yelled out over and over. She finally let go a shrill cry and Vic’s cum filled the condom. He managed to get in ten or more extra strokes before he began to soften, and he stopped stroking her bud and pulled out of her back channel, panting and weak. “Are you ready for me to remove your restraints?” he whispered.

“If it pleases you, sir,” she managed to whisper back, breathless. Vic released the cuffs from the straps, picked her up, and dropped her on the bed on her back.

“What should I do with you now?” Vic had a sinister smile stretched across his face, and Miranda’s heart almost stopped.

“Your pleasure, sir.” She was trembling when she spoke the words, for the first time fearful of what he might do to her. He leaned down to her and gave her a rough kiss, forcing his tongue into her mouth and pinching both of her nipples hard. Then he raised up, knelt on the bed beside her, and made a production of slipping his condom off and showing her that it was full. When she’d acknowledged it with a nod, he pitched it toward the trash.

“I think I will do this,” he whispered. He placed a knee on either side of her chest and straddled her, his balls brushing her sternum. “Wrap your arms around my thighs,” he commanded, and she threw her arms over them and gripped his ass. “Do you know what I’m about to do to you, girl?”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” Miranda swallowed hard, a look of apprehension on her face.

“Good. If at any time you need to safeword, blink three times. Are you ready to take my essence,
bella
?”

Miranda shuddered. “If it pleases you, sir.” She opened her mouth and waited.

She only had to wait a few seconds. Vic drove his cock into her throat, and Miranda choked. “We’ll try that again,
bella
. I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself.” She readied herself, and he slammed into her again. The second time she was ready, and she opened her throat and let the head of his cock push on through. “Ah, very nice.” Vic set a rhythm and began to stroke with purpose. His strokes were rapid enough that she was having trouble finding a second to breathe between the time he pulled back and when he buried his rigid rod in her softness again.

Vic watched her eyes, but she didn’t blink in threes.
This girl likes getting used,
he thought,
and I like using her. She’s a spectacular fuck.
Just as he thought it couldn’t get any better, he felt her finger make its way into his asshole, and he gave up a loud groan, his body soaking in the attention she offered, ready to unload a river of hot seed down her throat. He was getting closer to his climax, and she was hanging in there with him like a pro. A couple of minutes later Vic snarled, “You will swallow, girl.” Miranda tried to nod around him, but she couldn’t, and when he unburdened himself down her throat, she almost choked, then managed to swallow before he lodged his cock in her throat and held it there. And just as things started to get spotty, Vic drew out and fell onto the bed beside her.

He lay beside her, panting, then started to laugh and pulled her to him. She was still shaking. “Little too rough on you, baby?” he whispered, nuzzling her neck. She wanted to say yes; he’d scared her a little. But she didn’t want him to know that.

I’ve got to play my cards right; I just might have something with him,
Miranda thought. “No sir, that was so hot.”

“Let me tell you something, little one. I have no interest in collaring a sub, but if I did, it would be you.” He kissed her and drank in the taste of himself in her mouth, and the kiss she returned was greedy. “But that’ll never happen.”

Oh, we’ll see about that!,
Miranda thought.
You just may have to eat those words.
“So you’ll be here later in the week?”

“Can’t promise anything. Maybe I’ll see you.” Vic kissed her again. “I’ve got to go home. I’m exhausted. You’ve got my card, right?” he asked, pulling his leathers on.

“Yes.”

“Call me if you need me.
Ciao, bella.
” He slapped her thigh, got up, and then turned at the door and looked back at her still lying there across the bed. “You are an exceptional fuck, girl.” With that, he disappeared through the doorway.

Miranda smiled. This was going much better than she’d expected.

“Night, guys. I’m beat. Most likely see you tomorrow.” Vic started out the door, and Peyton stopped him.

“Hey! What you did today with Laura, listen, I appreciate that. I know she can be prickly, but she and I have sort of gotten close and I don’t want to lose her.” Peyton’s expression told Vic that he really did care about her.

“I’m just glad Tony and I got to her in time, you know?” Vic looked around; it was just him and Peyton. “I need to talk to you for a minute. Can you come over here and sit down with me?”

“Sure.” They walked to a sofa and sat down. “What’s up?”

“Steve wants me to work with Laura, get her to open up and get some emotion back into her. Then at the hospital today I told her I’d help her if she wanted me to, but I’m not sure she has any idea what that would mean. I just want to know: Do you think she could survive that? The discipline, drawing all of that stuff to the surface? Do you think she’s strong enough?”

“Not only do I think she’s strong enough, I think she needs it more than anyone I’ve ever seen.” A sadness passed over the younger man’s face. “I’ve gotta say, when I saw her . . . scars today, I was blown away. I don’t know how she’s survived all this time. And if she could survive that, she could survive anything. God help her, she’s a good person, but I don’t know how a man is going to look at that over and over.”

Vic felt himself bristle. “He will if he loves her. He’ll adore it, love the fact that she’s different from other women, be proud that he’s the only one who sees it and gets to touch those scars, run his tongue over them, trace them with his fingers, and he’ll . . .”

“Whoa! Hey,” Peyton said, leaning in, “do you have a thing for her? Because it sure sounds like you do.”

“Huh?” Vic was confused. He thought he was talking in generalities. Wasn’t he? Wasn’t he talking about some guy she just hadn’t met yet? “That would be a mistake on my part, wouldn’t it? She doesn’t like me very much.”

“Are you kidding?” Peyton looked at Vic like he had three heads. “She
adores
you, man! Are you blind? That girl wants you like crazy. Problem is, she’s so out of touch with any feelings at all that she doesn’t know it yet. And if you can get her to open up, she’ll be all yours. I hope all that fancy talk you just gave me is real, because,” Peyton said, pointing at Vic as he stood, “I’ve got a feeling you’re going to be seeing a lot of those scars.” He turned and walked away, leaving Vic sitting on the sofa by himself.

Was there really something between him and Laura? He thought about it for a minute. Could it be that he more than cared about her if he’d just fucked a girl he hadn’t known an hour before? Vic walked out and got in the Mustang. Peyton had given him a lot to think about, and he didn’t know what to think right at that moment.