DevilsBoudoirSeriesSecretDesire (6 page)

“Trashy hot
stripper. Got it. Check the back wall. There are some
pieces there that might be what you’re looking for, but if you’re looking for
something extra special for him, call this guy, he does custom pieces
—
very, very expensive.
I’d suggest a piercing or three if you really want
to surprise
him.” Squealing and clicking heels pierced the usually quiet ambience of the
store as the gaggle of females took the number from Eve before taking off. With Evan and Rissa out of town on an impromptu trip, Eve locked up the store, knowing
she needed to be back before the club’s regulars
started coming in for the night. But Deacon was more important. The ever-present need to see him riding her hard. What would Evan do?
He’d do exactly like
he
’d done —he’d
chase his heart. Eve needed to do the same, even if it
meant risking it for someone she didn’t know, but couldn’t deny her need

Chapter Six

Deacon was nearly to the elevator when the building’s
elderly, but the refined doorman, Randall, stopped him.

“Mr
. Cain! Wait! I have a message for you. A lovely blonde woman came in earlier and asked that when you return that you please join her.
There’s a car service outside waiting to take you to her
, and she said to
tell you not to be late.”

Eve. His heart stopped, and his cock lurched at the thought of being with her again. Turning on his heel, he tugged his tie loose before heading out to the dark town car waiting for him. Opening the door, he slid into the supple leather interior, but instead of finding an empty seat next to him, she was there, completely naked. Everything inside of him screamed to touch her, but he resisted, instead letting his eyes drink in the look of her body. He
didn’t say a word, just looked
, waiting for her to take the lead. After the day
he’d had,
he needed someone to take over for the night. He needed her.

“Clothes
.
Off.”

Nothing else needed to be said. He scrambled like a frantic teenager trying to get untangled from his suit and tie, kicking off shoes, his pants, and ripping the buttons off his shirt, listening to them ping against the glass windows. Naked, just as she was, his erection stood like a tree trunk, resting against his belly. It took everything he had not to reach down and stroke it. Not that it mattered, before he had time to
stroke once, she’d draped her leg
over him, straddling his lap, rubbing his thick length against her slick center; the silver piercing rubbing the sensitive skin at the base of his head. Large, bouncing breasts were just in front of his face, and he bit his tongue to keep from tasting them.
It wasn’t until she gripped his cock
, positioning him below her entrance that he even realized they were still in the car. When she slid down his bare cock, his head fell back, and he groaned at the sweet, wet heat encasing him in a vise.

Slender fingers tangled in his hair, yanking his head back up to her breast. Her free hand skimmed, dragging her nails down his chest as she pulled his head forward, rubbing her pierced nipple against his lips. He took a chance and opened his mouth, flicking his tongue out against her beaded nipple. W
hen she didn’t do anything but moan, he took it into his mouth,
sucking hard, bombarding the piercing with his tongue. When she started to move up and down his cock, his eyes rolled back into his head. The overwhelming flavor of her against his tongue, the feel of her gripping him tight, riding him, drove him full speed ahead toward the very edge of sanity. The furthest thing from his mind was work, the cars passing them by, his father
…
all of it faded away, leaving nothing but her and the way he felt.
With her, he couldn’t think, he could b
arely speak; all he could do was feel. That was all he wanted to do, all he needed to do.

*****

The way he filled her was unparalleled by
anything she’d ever felt
before. Rolling her hips as she lifted herself onto her knees, she lowered herself, riding him hard, fast, and furiously.
It wasn’t until she was impaled on his length that she’d realized how much she’d missed him the past few
days; how much she needed him, to feel him, to guide him. She needed the balance he provided her with where she could be in control, give him discipline, and in return, he could give her his unconditional trust. Deacon was a breath of fresh air for her. His gift to her was more than she could have asked from anybody. Despite his deep seated hatred for his own need to be dominated, he was willing to give himself to her, even though they
didn’t know anything about each other
.

Panting as she bounced on his dick, she felt herself begin to ripple, losing the one thing she held onto more than anything
—
control. She felt his cock jump, his glazed-over eyes tipping her off as he rasped his tongue across her sensitive nipple. She reached back to cradle his sac. Finding the skin tight and his balls drawn up, she knew he was close. Bouncing faster, she popped her nipple from his mouth then pulled herself off his cock.
She’d
barely yanked herself from his length when her own orgasm overtook her. His seed jetted out in long spurts, coating the soft, bare skin of her lips and running down the inside of her thigh. One hand moved between her legs, stroking her clit through her orgasm. As she lowered herself quickly between his legs, the other hand stroked him with a firm grip. Her mouth closed around his throbbing head, and she swallowed the rest of his orgasm. Every last drop, stroking them both, pulling every ounce of divine pleasure from him, and fueling her own.
When he’d finally stopped leaking into the
sweet cavern of her mouth, she dipped her tongue into the tiny slit at the top of his head for one last taste before raising herself up. On her knees, she pushed his shoulders down, shoving him until he was eye to slit with her pussy. Coated in a mixture of his cream and hers, she gripped his head then dragged him to her.

“Good boys do their chores
.
Lick it clean.”

A greedy, eager tongue darted out, to lick every drop of their combined juices from her body, blazing across her clit, her sensitive entrance, and down her thighs. Her swollen, hypersensitive clit reveled in every caress of his tongue, her muscles spasming each time he touched her. Resisting the urge to make him lick her until she climaxed again, she finally sat down on the seat next to him as the car slowed to a stop just outside Leather and Lace.

“I know what made me the way that I am—
why I need to dominate, why I get pleasure from giving pain, why disciplining and having someone obey, trusting me unwaveringly makes me happy. But why are you the way
you are?” Her question was direct, but everything about Eve was blunt and
to the point.
She didn’t mince words
, and
she didn’t was
te time dancing around what she wanted.

“I don’t know
. For as long as I can remember, everything has been heavy. Pressure to win, to be the best, to be the boss, to make my father proud;
it was always a win or don’t come home atmosphere
. I guess over the years, I just grew to crave someone I could share that burden with, or better yet
…
give it to altogether, even if just for a little while so that I could breathe. And feel. I can do that with you. I can feel again. I can live again. I can be me and not have to be
‘
on
’ and the boss all the time. I can just be.
T
hat’s an incredibly liberating
, exhilarating feeling, and completely unlike anything I ever imagined possible.
I can’t explain it
;
I’m not sure I want to
. I just know I want to be right here, with you. W
hen I’m not…well, I feel like I’m suffocating.” His words were genuine, nothing candy-coated, no
sales pitch, just Deacon.

“Well, I guess we’ve both got daddy issues, huh? Deacon, I don’t
know why, but I want you
—
all the time. But you
shouldn’t want me
.
I’m
damaged goods. Broken since childhood.
I can’t give you romance
and hearts and all that crap.
I’m not wired that way.” She turned to look out the
window, ready to bolt.

“What are you talking about, Eve?”

“I am the way I am because I don’t know how to be anything else
. You know Evan is my brother, and
he said the other day that he couldn’t
protect me when we were kids. Well, he was right. Our father only wanted a boy, so when our mother delivered me, he took Evan and left us. My
mother went from one man’s bed to the next, earning our rent on her back
. Every night she went to bed used and trampled by the next man, and every morning she woke up hating and resenting me because of it. The last thing she said to me was that I was the reason she never got to live. I was the reason she was never anything more than a doormat. I went to a very dark place after that
—
drugs, alcohol, even suicide. When Evan found me, I had a needle sticking out of my arm and enough smack to kill even Keith Richards in my veins. Evan saved my life. He gave me a purpose, and he introduced me to BDSM, gave me back some control over my life. I made a promise to myself that I would never let myself be used by a man, that I would never let a man get close enough to hurt me the way our father hurt our mother. But you
—
you walked into that store broken, just like I was and traipsed a path right to me.
I don’t want to want you, but I do
.
I haven’t been able to think
about anything else. When I thought about you submitting to someone else, when I thought about you just being with someone else, letting them help
you carry the weight of your world…I wanted to break something
.
I don’t
know why I feel that way, but I do. I have a feeling Evan would tell me
it’s because we’re soul mates, but I’m not meant to have a happily-ever-after and prince charming bullshit.” Her tone never wavered. Every word from her
mouth was saturated in raw honesty.

“What do you want, Eve?” His dark brown eyes never left her as he
waited for her answer.

“You
. On your knees. Submitting to me every night for the rest of
our lives.” Her green eyes widened as if she couldn’t believe the words that
had just jumped out of her mouth.

“Then that’s your happily ever after,
and you can call me Prince Charming, or pet. Whatever you choose,
because I’ve been in your presence
twice, and
I’ve found more happiness
and contentment in those two
encounters than I’ve found in my entire life
.
I’m not going to que
stion it.
I’m just
going to go with it
.” He waited for what felt like an eternity for her to say something, anything, but she didn’t
. She just pulled her signature silk robe from the pocket of the door then opened it.

“Deacon, trust me
.
You don’t want to be with me
. You
don’t even know me.” Wrapping the thin silk around herself, she looked at him for
what should have been the last time.

“My favorite color is green, like your eyes
. My favorite food is pizza, and
there’s a little lady at work who makes my favorite coo
kies; oatmeal chocolate chip. I love baseball, I hate soccer.
I can’t bowl for shit,
but I golf like a champ. My dad was a bastard, my mother died when I was young. I have no siblings, and
I’ve never felt with anybody th
e way I feel
when I’m with you
. If that means that I have to stop fighting what my body craves so desperately and accept that darker part of myself; the part that wants to be disciplined and
dominated or whatever you call it, then that’s what I’m willing to do
.
Please, don’t walk away
now.
Not when I’m ready
to be who I really am. N
ot when I’m ready to be the man you showed me I could be without being someone I hate.”

After a painfully long pause, she finally turned to face him.
“Red, pizza, oatmeal raisin
. Football
—
American, not European, and

I suck at tennis. The rest you know. Now
out.”

Confused, he reached to pull his pants up, but she smacked his hand.
“I didn’t say you could put your clothes back on
. I like the view. But