Come To Me (Owned Book 3) (27 page)

“Seriously, when the fuck did you start wearing a belt?”

“If you don’t quiet that pretty, perfect fucking mouth of yours…”
Oh hell.
I leaned over, capturing the pink lips in my own. She bit back at me, rising up in the restraints and trying to pull me back down with her lips. I grinned, because she was the only one who had the power to command me, even all tied up.

“…it will be used to gag you,” I finished, looking at the work I’d done. She was tied up by the wrists to the headboard, completely fucking naked. Her pale legs were crossed, but I knew in a moment I would uncross them. They would open, because I had the power to open them. Her cheeks were flushed that gorgeous red color that only sex made. She was a little skinny, but not as skinny as before. Her tits were getting big again, ready to fit in my hand. For a minute I thought I was dreaming.

How the fuck had I gotten this lucky?

Not surviving death. Not surviving GEM or my shitty parents (x2) or any of that crap. None of it. But this goddamn goddess, tied up on my bed, fucking
waiting
for me with a smile on her face that I had put there.

“I dare you to gag me, Vic,” she said, laughing. A real laugh, not a hollow one, not a tormented one. “Just wait and see what happens.” And she was smart as hell, too.

I crawled across the bed and on top of her, but hovered, making sure we didn’t meet.

“What are you gonna do to me?” she asked, rising up, trying to meet my body.

“I haven’t decided…” I grinned, loving how she writhed underneath, but still not allowing her to touch me.

“Oh yeah right. You plan everything out to a T—” I plunged my finger into her pussy, watching the words fall from her lips as her mouth formed an “O” and her eyes widened to match, then she slackened, utterly forming around my finger, waiting.

I remembered reading something about people who raise horses, that there are two kinds: the ones who breed them, and the ones who tame the wild ones. The ones who tame the wild ones can’t even imagine breeding them, because there’s a certain magic that’s lost.

I got that. Watching Lenny completely slack and cave to me was a high. I would never tame her—you can’t really tame a wild thing—but there were moments like this. Her wild words fell from her lips, her coiled body loosened, and she waited for me, her master, to give her her next command.

“Are you ready?” I whispered, taking her earlobe between my teeth.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“I’ve been thinking of those lips on my cock for too long. Do you want my cock in your mouth?” Lenny nodded frantically. “Good girl.” I backed up off the bed so I could pull my pants off and my shirt over my head.

“I wish you’d have let me do that…” Lenny bit her lip, eyes traveling down my body. I wouldn’t say I was ever an insecure person—that would require caring what people thought. Still, when I saw her eyes land on the still healing wound on my leg, I felt…something.

“Should we revisit the gag?” I demanded. She shook her head slowly, but a smirk still played on her lips. Well, I knew how to deal with that. I carefully walked up the length of the bed until I was poised to put my cock between her lips. She was already opening her mouth.

“Such a good girl.”
Fuck.
The minute my cock hit her lips, I had to brace my hand on the headboard. I’m talking major fucking emergency level shit, because I was about to come in her fucking mouth.

I couldn’t come in her mouth.

That was a hard limit with her. I started to pull out, but she sucked me back in, licking on the head, doing all the kind of shit that makes a man hiss. I banged against the wall which caused enough of a distraction for Lenny to look, and pulled out just in time. I came all over her chest, hot, wet spurts that landed between and on the perfect peaks of her tits. And would you believe that a smirk still played on her lips?

I slid down her body, sucking and savaging as I went. The entire time I watched her mouth, because the minute I reached her pussy and slid my tongue from her ass to her clit, her smirk dropped. Her mouth opened and she sighed.

How many different ways could I fuck this pussy? I’d spend the rest of my life figuring that out.

“You’re going to come,” I told her. I spread her legs wider, plunging a finger in as I sucked on her folds. In response Lenny cried out. With a second finger poised at her entrance, I teased light circles. She whimpered.

“Say it.”

“I’m going to come.” She gasped as I entered. I glanced up and let me say, I had a great view. She pulled on the belt, but that wasn’t coming loose any time soon. I had her thighs spread and wrapped around my neck, so they were stuck as well. The only thing that could move was her head, which she thrashed and moaned as I tongue and fingerfucked her cunt.

“Too much, I need you in me!” There was no smirk on her lips; she was too busy trying not to lose it—as if that was possible. Me on the other hand, I was grinning pretty wide as I took another long lick of her pussy.

“Vic!” She wailed. I put a third finger in her cunt just as I felt her tighten and quiver around me. I wanted to stretch her, fill her, make her scream. I could see her belly tense just as the third finger joined the other two, and then she let out a scream, but this scream was unique, unlike the others that had shattered my heart.

This scream was like fucking music, and combined with her pants, her groans, her wails, it was like a symphony in that hotel bedroom.

Slowly her legs loosened and her arms slackened in their restraints. I pulled my fingers out, watching how she shivered. I took another kiss, sucking in her clit to watch her buck. Then I sucked off my fingers because, fuck, she tasted good.

Lenny breathed heavily, her chin to her chest. I crawled up slowly and moved her hair off her sweaty forehead, then I started kissing her back to consciousness. I rubbed my palm slowly against her cunt, watching her move automatically toward me in her post-orgasm haze.

“Mmm…” she mumbled. I took her bottom lip and pulled it out. Her eyes fluttered open and I let the lip go.

“I’m finished,” she muttered, but that only made me laugh.

“I’m not going to be finished until you’re limp, sweaty, and broken. Now let’s turn you over so I can come in that cunt of yours.” I grabbed her by her thick ass and turned her over. Her arms were still restrained and for a moment I contemplated pounding into her like that, because it was a pretty goddamn erotic sight. But I wanted to feel her now; I wanted her arms on me. I reached over and undid the knot, then grabbed her before she completely fell to the bed.

When her back was pressed against my chest, she wrapped her arms around my neck. Even in her haze, she found me. I grabbed both tits in my hand, palming them until I was sure they were bruised. The thing about leaving a little pain was that then she would still feel me after I was gone. Moving aside her hair, I kissed a trail down her neck.

“Are you ready to be fucked, Lennox?” I asked into the skin of her throat. She nodded, delirious.

“Say it,” I reminded her, keeping her tit hostage in my hand.

“I’m ready to be fucked, Vic.” Bending her back over, I guided my dick to her cunt. It slid right in, like fucking home.

“Oh fuck…” Lenny groaned, fisting the sheets with her palm. I had thought I was going to come before, but as I pounded inside her, nothing was more fucking brutal than watching her bite and claw at the sheets. I could feel my orgasm about to flood me, and I wanted to bury it deep inside her. Still, I had to know one thing.

“Who owns you?” I demanded.

“You own me, Vic. Forever.”

I
think I should skip ahead, mostly because what happened the following month might seem boring. Lenny and I were many things, but boring…boring was never among them. I mean, it was pretty goddamn fantastic to us, but not everyone wants to hear about a month of straight fucking.

That was all we did that month.

We fucked, and we fucked a lot.

Shit, we fucked so much I thought I almost broke my dick. “Is it broken?” I yelled. “It’s not fucking broken, Vic—oh, oh my god, is it broken?” We spent the next few minutes googling broken penis—did you know there is an entire website dedicated to teaching men about their broken or not broken penis? Yep, there is.

And mine was not.

Then we fucked more, because hey, my dick wasn’t broken, and couple’s counseling never really worked for us. The way we communicated, the way we healed, was with flesh. We mended fences not with glue, but with…well…another sticky white substance.

You get the picture.

Now a month later, we sat outside of the new home Lenny had purchased. I’d convinced her to finally cash in the life insurance, so at least we had that. Slowly I would start transferring funds from my accounts to her name, but the key word was slow. Some days I wondered if I should have buried gold bars instead of hiding my fortune in offshore accounts, in tiny algorithms and numbers.

Life was complicated living as a dead man, to put it mildly. Everything had to be done in Lenny’s name. Theoretically I could come back from the dead, I could petition the courts, but all of that was a risk not worth taking. When Vic Wall died, so did his enemies. I’d made a lot of enemies, even if they weren’t as adamant as Alice.

I had enough knowledge in creating fake identities that if for some reason I ever needed one, I could create one. Until that time, Lenny and I were content. The Vic Wall on paper might be dead, but I was more alive than ever living with Lenny. Plus we had a new home with a really, really sturdy bed.

And no more lofted ceilings, just in case.

On our deck, pale wood slats masked the sand that always blew onto them. Even then, I could see the grains piling up. Beach living was beautiful if you don’t mind sand in your house and up your ass. That night, the breeze was cold and salty, the ocean dark. Waves crashed angrily. Zoe and Lissie sat across from us, drinking hard lemonade, but that wasn’t the only hard thing about the dinner. The entire time we ate, Zoe pinned me with a vicious glare.

“No Krav Maga tonight?” Lissie asked, giving Zoe a less than subtle jab in the ribs.

Lenny looked at me. “I haven’t done Krav Maga in about a month.” I frowned, thinking back to the night I’d made myself known. She’d defended herself and hadn’t needed me. I wasn’t an asshole; I knew that was a good thing.

“You were doing Krav Maga?” I asked. We’d been together a month, but really hadn’t done much talking. The sex was great, but it was always great between us, no matter the climate. This time was supposed to be different,
we
were supposed to be different. We were supposed to be a healthy, talking couple that shared things and talked about their feelings or some shit.

Instead I’d been back for a month, she was already shirking her training, and I was clueless. I reached beneath the table and squeezed Lenny’s hand, realizing what an idiot I’d been. I’d thought our ways would change, as if simply wanting it would make it happen without any effort on either of our ends. Sitting across from our friends—well, judging by Zoe’s glare, perhaps former friend—I realized Lenny and I had hopped aboard the Titanic yet again. We’d been eating the food, dancing on the deck, and ignoring the iceberg.

After our reconciliation we’d fucked and fucked and fucked, not because it was right for us, but because it was simpler. It felt great and we were good at it. It made it easier to ignore the iceberg filled with questions and regrets and fear looming straight ahead.

“With you gone I figured I needed to finally learn. Now you’re back and…you know…” Lenny looked back to Lissie. “Anyway I’ve been busy.” Lenny had surprised me in the alley. She’d handled her own and there was nothing sexier than that. There was no reason for her to stop, no reason for us to go back to before. I squeezed her hand tighter but she yelped and I loosened.

Zoe scoffed. “Figures.” Releasing Lenny’s palm, I placed my own above the table and braced myself for Zoe’s contempt. Eyes set firmly in her drink, Zoe refused to look anywhere but the clear colored martini. Still, the hostility radiating off her was as thick and hot as car exhaust.