Broken Toy [Suncoast Society] (Siren Publishing Sensations) (24 page)

“Terror? Uncertainty? Like the world’s spinning out of control?”

He smiled. “Yep. That’s happy.”

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Huh.” She let him pull her close again, her cheek resting against his chest. “I didn’t know fear and happy could go hand in hand like that.”

He rubbed his chin against the top of her head. “A lot of people don’t.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever want to get married,” she admitted.

Where the hell did
that
come from?

“That’s all right,” he assured her. “I’m happy with what we have. I also know long distance might take us a little getting used to, but we’ll handle that as it happens. I’m willing to take you as you are, right now, without any pressures about what should or shouldn’t happen in the future. I’m good with that. If you decide you want more, I’m not going to lie and say I wouldn’t like that, too. But I’m not going to get greedy. I
never
thought I’d ever be this happy again. So I’m more than willing to take you the way I have you right now, and just be grateful for every minute I get to spend with you.”

“Snarky and terrified and confused?”

He chuckled again, a sweet, low sound that rumbled through her body. “Beautiful and perfect,” he insisted. “Let
me
decide how I see you, not defined by how you see yourself.”

* * * *

By the middle of the next week, they were knee-deep in the paperwork end of things, having arrested over fifty suspects in four counties. Gabe had forgotten it was her birthday, but Bill hadn’t.

“We are taking tomorrow off,” he told her that evening when she arrived at his house. “I already cleared it with my boss and yours.”

She felt her face heat. “You did?”

“Yep, I called him.”

“What did you tell him?”

He grinned. “That I thought you were working yourself to death, and considering you and I had become friends, I wanted to go over your head and get you time off that I knew you wouldn’t take for yourself.”

“What did he say?”

“That he was glad I told him, and that if you try to do any work tomorrow he’ll have your head.”

“So what are we doing tomorrow?”

He grabbed her braid, removing the elastic band from the end and finger-combing her tresses before releasing her hair from the other elastic band at the base of the pony tail. He wrapped her hair around his hand and used it to gently tip her head back.

She felt her body melting, instantly responding. “We are going shopping tomorrow, sweetheart,” he told her. “And I am buying you a couple of things.”

“What things?”

“Presents. Same rules, you have the right to code, but I want to do this for you as a birthday gift. In other words, please don’t spoil my fun. Got it?”

She nodded as much as his grip on her hair would allow. “Yes, Sir.”

Leaning in, he kissed her. “That’s my good girl.”

That was all it took to finish her off. When he called her that, no matter what, she knew she’d do anything, everything he asked of her.

Between that and that damn smile of his, he had a sneaky way of getting her not only go along with him, but to enjoy it.

He’d ordered them pizza. After eating, he took her by the hand and led her into his bedroom, where it was dark except for a shaft of dim illumination from the nightlight in the bathroom slanting through the door. She loved that he made every attempt to keep the lights down for her in bed, knowing her hesitation.

He began undressing her. “Time to turn your brain off, sweetheart,” he said with a smile. “You completely belong to me for the next twenty-four hours.”

When he had her naked, he kissed her, his clothes pressing against her bare flesh and sending tendrils of need coursing through her body. Her clit throbbed, a quick study in knowing what this man could do to her body.

He grabbed her ass with both hands, fingers digging in as he ground his hips against hers. Through his slacks she felt the rigid, swollen outline of his cock. “See what you do to me, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He reached into the bedside table and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. In one fluid movement, he had spun her around, cuffed her wrists behind her head, and pushed her facedown over the bed.

He stepped between her legs, folding his body over hers, his mouth barely inches from her ear. “Tonight, sweetheart, I plan on fucking you long and slow and using one of your own toys against you.” She heard the familiar
click
of the vibrator she’d brought with her, at his insistence.

Now she understood why.

It hummed to life and she jumped when he reached between her legs with it, pressing it against her clit.

“You belong to me tonight, sweetheart. And I want to hear you moan and scream my name.” The comforter rubbed against her nipples, which suddenly ached to feel him sucking or nipping or pinching them. “How’s that sound?”

“Good, Sir.”

He removed the vibrator and flipped her onto her back, lifting her ankles to his shoulders. It left her cunt open and exposed to him.

He slipped two fingers between her labia, into her pussy, and a grin filled his face. “You are a very wet girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Did I do that to you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He replaced his fingers with the vibrator, easing it in as deeply as it would go and leaving it there. Then he knelt down and buried his face in her pussy, her thighs shoved apart by his shoulders.

She let out a cry as the first orgasm hit her, between his tongue flicking at her clit and the vibrator hitting her G-spot, she was helpless to stop it. He reached up with both hands and found her nipples, adding deliciously sharp pinches to the sensations.

A second orgasm slammed into her. “Sir!”

He lifted his face from her pussy and sternly ordered, “Take it or code, sweetheart. You’re going to keep coming until I’m ready to let you stop.”

His tone triggered number three inside her even before he lowered his face back to her clit and began sucking on it.

She didn’t know how long she lay there taking it, pleasure so intense she burst into tears at one point even as she was moaning her way through yet another orgasm.

Wanting it to end, she never wanted it to end, and the paradox slammed into her just as hard as another orgasm.

Only when she was shattered and helpless and weak, trembling, did he relent. He withdrew the vibrator and turned it off, tossing it onto the bed. He sat up and unfastened his slacks, shoving them and his briefs down. Climbing onto the bed, he lifted her legs over his shoulders again and pressed her thighs back until they touched her chest as his cock slid deep inside her.

He reached up and clasped her hands. She lay cocooned in his embrace, the world no longer existing.

She stared up into his eyes in the dim light, wondering how she could ever love anyone as much as she loved him, terrified it might end one day, scared he might come to his senses.

He smiled as he took a long, slow thrust. “Oh, sweetheart, I plan on making this last. I want at least one more out of you like this, if I have to stay here and fuck you all night long.”

His fingers tightened around her hands. She couldn’t have wiggled free, with the handcuffs securing her arms behind her head, if she wanted to.

“You have no idea what this does to me,” he said, “hearing you come like that, your eyes glazed over when you realize you have to lie there and take what I give you because you don’t
want
me to stop and you’re afraid I might.”

He knew. He’d seen it. How had he appeared in the middle of her heart like this?

“This is me,” he whispered. “You want me? You’ve got me. And I’ve got a brain full of dark desires, things I’d like to do to you.” As he talked he fucked her, his cock gliding along her clit with each stroke. “Rope ties I’ve seen that I would love to do to you. Fantasies of installing a hard point in the ceiling in here so I could tie you in a sex swing and fuck you all night long like that. Getting you used to nipple clamps and making you beg to come because I spend hours teasing and tormenting you without letting you get over the edge.”

His teeth grazed the side of her neck. “I never want to hurt you, sweetheart. I just want to own you as completely, as thoroughly as you’ll let me.”

The orgasm startled her, creeping up on her as his pelvis bumped against her clit with each stroke. “Yes,” she cried out, trying to rock her hips against him for more traction and unable to do so with his weight pinning her down to the bed.

“Good girl.” He slammed into her, hard and fast, fucking her, owning her, trying to catch up with her and come before the last echoes of her climax finished rebounding through her. Once he did, he lowered her legs but didn’t move, kissing her, caressing her face.

Then, he yawned, making them both laugh.

“Sorry,” he said. “Early morning.” He propped himself up on his arms. “Maybe we should go to sleep. I have a lot of plans for you for tomorrow.”

“Do you mean it?” she whispered.

His brow furrowed. “Mean what?”

“Did you mean it when you said you want to own me?”

His expression softened. He sat up and reached for the handcuff key, freeing her. Then he pulled her up into his arms. “Sweetheart, I want you in my life however you want to be here. Vanilla, kinky, any way. Do I want to own you? Absolutely. Because you already own me and you don’t seem to realize it.”

He kissed her, holding her tightly. “So yes, I want to own you, do dirty things to and with you, love you, and have you by my side. As long as it takes for you to be okay with that, I’m good with that, too.”

She held on to him tightly, never wanting to let him go. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

* * * *

She fell asleep immediately, soundly, tightly snuggled up against him. The next morning, he started the day by holding her hair while she gave him a blow job.

He grinned as she whined after he told her she wouldn’t be allowed to come just yet.

After taking her out to breakfast, they went to the mall. She didn’t bother asking him why they were there, because she knew from failed attempts earlier to get it out of him that he wouldn’t spoil the surprise.

The first stop was a high-end department store, the lingerie section.

She didn’t own any, for starters. She had bras and panties, and that was it.

She’d never purchased dainty, frilly things when she had no one to wear them for.

He leaned in. “We’re here for a camisole. Black, thin. Something you can wear under different dresses or blouses.”

“Why?”

He made her face him and dropped his voice as he cupped her chin. “Because I want to play with you at the club, and I don’t mean just tying you up. I mean I want to tie you to a bench and go after you with a vibrator.” He smiled. “And want you to have something on so you will spend your time focused on me and what I’m doing to you, not what you’re worried people can see.”

He kissed her. “And I don’t care how much it costs. Find one you like that fits you, and I will buy you two of them. Either both black, or black and another color, if I like the other color.”

She nervously nodded.

He cocked his head.

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

He grinned and leaned in, kissing her. “Such a good girl.”

She balked at the next stop. He carried the shopping bag with not only the two camisoles, but several pairs of satin panties he’d liked and purchased for her after asking her what size she wore.

She didn’t even think about coding, despite the expense. The smile on his face, the way he said good girl to her, she would have done anything for that.

But this stop…

“What are we getting here?”

“I think Lil Lobo is lonely and needs a friend.”

Terror filled her. “I…I can’t.”

He turned to her. “Not a bear,” he said. “They have something else I have in mind.”

He led her inside the Build-A-Bear store and over to the bins of stuffed animals, stopping in front of a German shepherd. “That,” he said, whispering in her ear. “So when I’m not with you, you can hold him and remember how much I love you.”

There was that prickle of tears again. She brushed them away as she nodded.

“Good girl,” he whispered, waving to get the sales clerk’s attention.

Fortunately, since it was a weekday, they were the only customers in the store. He even selected a voice box that allowed him to record a custom message. The clerk took him into the back room, where it was quiet, and he emerged a few moments later with a playful smile.

He wouldn’t let Gabe play it yet.

Just a few minutes later, Gabe sat in front of a computer terminal, registering her new stuffed animal’s name and information.

He leaned in. “Put your name and my address,” he said. “And his name is Max.”