Flesh: Part Three (The Flesh Series Book 3) (2 page)

“
Says
who?” He rests his chin on my shoulder. I can't tell if I like
him being so close to me, or if I hate it.

“
Says
my boss. She sent me here to do a job, and I need to do it.”

“
Well,
I'm a doctor, and I say that you need to stay off of that ankle for a
while.”

My mood sulks as I
realize that he's probably right. If I walk around on the ankle, I'm
only going to irritate it more. Still, I don't really have a choice.

“
I'll
get off of it when I finish up here and go home,” I grumble,
trying to force myself onto my feet.

Lucian rounds on me,
grabbing both of my shoulders and pushing me down until my back is
flat on the bed. I gasp and try to struggle for a moment, but it's no
use. His entire body weight is on me, and I don't have the strength
to fight him off.

His eyes burn into
mine, smoldering, as if they can siphon the energy out of my very
soul. So blue. So mesmerizing. He quickly grabs my wrists and forces
them above my head. The pressure of his large palms pushing my wrists
into the soft comforter below feels surprisingly pleasant. He's
trapping me, keeping me in place...and part of me likes it.

“
If
you don't behave, I'm going to have to restrain you,” he warns,
and there's a hint of a challenge in his voice.

“
Restrain
me?” I parrot back absentmindedly, still captivated by his
eyes.

“
Yes.”
He leans into me, his cheek nuzzling against mine as he whispers in
my ear. “You know, that thing where I take away your freedom.”
He nips at my earlobe, causing a shiver to roll from the top of my
spine all the way down to my core. Then he pulls back and moves to
the other side, his lips so close to my face that they brush mine. I
stifle a moan threatening to break free from my throat and close my
eyes, internally fighting against my desire for him. “The thing
where you're powerless against me, where you belong to me, and I can
do whatever I want to you.” His tongue darts out to lick a
short trail around my other ear before he sits up.

The way he's looking
at me makes me feel so impossibly weak. Subconsciously, and maybe
even consciously, I don't want to get up. I don't want to leave. All
I want is to see what he's going to do next—hope that it
involves kissing me and touching me and other things we shouldn't be
doing.

Clarity visits me in
brief spurts. For as much as I want him, this can't happen. When I
try to sit up, though, he just pushes me back down. I give it a final
try before surrendering.

He stands up, and I
don't move. Then, to my surprise, he straddles my waist, caging me in
place even more. The heat of his thighs touching my sides makes me
very aware that his dick is only a few feet away from my face. My
mouth salivates in response, and my cheeks burn from the realization
that all I can think about in that moment is sucking him off.

As
if reading my mind, he shrugs off his jacket and tosses it to the
side before unbuckling his belt. For the briefest of seconds, I think
about arguing...but who am I kidding. He has me exactly where he
wants me, and I
want
to
be here. The fact that he's so powerful and dominant has me turned on
to the max. My injured foot is all but forgotten in the wake of
what's happening between us—in the wake of thoughts of seeing
him naked.

The black leather
belt makes a zipping sound as he pulls it free. I expect him to toss
it aside and work on his zipper next, but instead, he gathers my
wrists and wraps the belt around them before clasping it in place.
This is reminiscent of our time together last night. While I am
bound, my bondage isn't so well placed that I couldn't struggle free
if I wanted to. He remembers my preferences. At least, I think he
does, and that makes warm feelings swirl inside of me along with the
arousal that's quickly building.

Lucian crawls off of
me before scooping me up again and positioning me further on the bed.
At this point, I'm quiet, observing him with hooded eyes. I'm not
sure what to say or do, so I don't say or do anything. I simply wait
for what's to come.

“
You're
getting the hang of this.” He smirks at me as he reaches for
the zipper on the side of my skirt and slowly pulls it down. Every
move he makes is seductive, purposeful. “I like girls who
behave.”

It takes everything
in me not to say something snarky. Something like I'm only behaving
because I have to. Because my job depends on it. It's not true
though. I won't get fired if I don't land him as a client. Inside, I
want to do what he says, want to see where this goes.

When he finishes
unzipping my skirt, he starts to pull it down over my hips. I
instantly avert my eyes and try not to cringe as I think of him
looking at my less than perfect body, not like he hasn't seen it
before. To help out, I lift my butt, forgetting about my ankle. Pain
shoots though my leg, and I cry out, dropping myself heavily and
cursing through my teeth.

“
No,
no, no, no, no. Don't do anything. I've got this,” his voice is
soothing. As if momentarily switching back to doctor mode, he
examines my ankle again, perhaps checking to make sure it's alright
for him to continue seducing me. Pervert. You'd think that as a
doctor, he'd realize that sexual aerobics probably isn't a good
prescription for a sprained ankle. He's obviously selfish though, and
as soon as he figures out that I'm alright, he pulls my skirt off the
rest of the way.

I prop myself up on
my elbows, looking down at him. “Maybe this isn't the best time
to—”

“
Shh.
I'm going to take care of you. Trust me.”

He's not going to
let me go, I realize. With a sigh, I lay my head back, trying to get
comfortable. His fingers curl around the waistband of my hose, and he
begins to pull them down slowly.

When my hose are off
and tossed aside, he leans down and kisses the top of my injured
foot. “Are you alright?” he asks.

The tender gesture
surprises me, and I'm not exactly sure how to respond. “Mhm.”
I nod.

He moves to the
other foot, kneeling in front of it, lifting it and causing me to
bend my knee slightly before he begins massaging my sole. A wave of
pleasure rolls through me, and I feel my muscles instantly relax from
the delicious sensation of his strong hands pressing into me.

“
Oh
my God, that's magical,” I practically moan, letting my head
fall to the side and my eyes close.

He works silently,
placing his palm on top of my foot to keep it steady while his
knuckles grind into my sole, making my toes curl. The massage is
practiced and even, moving from my toes to my heel. Then he takes my
foot between his hands and flattens it out, spreading the muscles.
It's the longest foot massage anyone has given me, and it's only on
the one foot. Now, more than ever, I wish I hadn't sprained my ankle
so that I could get equal treatment on both feet. Then again, if I
hadn't sprained my ankle, I probably wouldn't be getting a massage at
all.

When he finishes
with my foot, he moves up to my calf, scooting forward and having me
place my foot on his thigh. “It's a bit difficult massaging
your leg when you're lying on your back.”

“
Do
you want me to turn over?”

“
No.”
He shakes his head.

His hands continue
their ascent, though the massage quickly becomes sensual as he goes
higher up. Soon, he's making feathery strokes on my inner thigh, and
I'm beginning to feel randy again. Each pass brings him closer to my
silk panties. My mind swims with the memory of what he can do with
those fingers, and I feel my hormones working on overdrive, making my
pussy grow moist with anticipation.

“
You
like it when I touch you,” his voice takes on a dark tint.

“
Mhm,”
I reply absentmindedly, keeping my eyes closed.

“
Do
you like it when I touch you here?” The back of his finger
traces across the seam of my sex. My thighs instinctively squeeze
together from the ticklish shiver that assaults me. Since I wasn't
watching him, I hadn't expected that. He slides his hands between my
thighs and pries them apart, his eyes boring down on me with
predatory lust. “No. Bad girl. Keep them apart for me.”

I bite my bottom lip
as I bow my thighs for him, the slightest tremor of pain running up
my leg as my ankle turns on the bed. He grins approvingly before his
attention focuses on my navy blue lace panties.

Inside of me, the
butterflies fight for space as I watch him. I can't believe I'm doing
this, that I'm laying here and allowing him to look at my most
intimate parts. It feels so forbidden and wrong and exciting.

He pets over my
folds with the back of his fingers, and I try not to hold my breath
as I feel pleasure pool in all of my most erogenous spots. My nipples
perk hard against the fabric of my bra, making me want to reach up
and play with them, though I refrain. I want more stimulation, but
he's being so teasing. It drives me insane, knowing that he wants me,
but that he won't just claim me. Have I ever been this horny before?
I'm not sure. All I know is that I want sex. It's the only thing on
my mind. Everything else is gone. Just sex, sex, sex. Him inside of
me. His dick pushing into me and stretching me. I want it so badly.

“
Let's
see how wet you are.” He pulls aside my panties and slips a
finger between my folds. The sudden pressure of the digit filling me
causes me to yip. “Oh yes, you're so very ready for me.”

He probes his finger
just once before removing it. Then he leans over and presses it
against my lips. I want to cringe. My scent is strong on him, and I
don't want to taste myself, but I know it will please him if I do, so
I open my mouth. His finger slides across my bottom lip, the wetness
leaving a trail there before he pops it into my mouth.

“
Suck.”

I close my lips
around the digit, doing what I'm told, tasting my own arousal. At the
same time, he uses his other hand to pull the plummeting neckline of
my blouse aside along with my bra, causing my breast to spill free.
The action is so forceful that I gasp. His mouth descends on my
chest, his tongue circling around the hard bud. Pleasure pulses
between my legs as he sucks my nipple. His teeth crush the sensitive
nerves, causing a bite of pleasure-pain that makes me whimper around
his finger.

He pulls his finger
from my lips and slips it back between my legs, pressing it between
my folds and honing in on my clit. He slicks it around my cleft, and
my hips buck. The sharp pain in my ankle is all but ignored as I
fight to find that place where heaven and earth collide and all I am
is carnal instinct.

Lucian releases my
nipple with a wet popping sound, looking up over my chest with a
wicked darkness in his eyes. “Careful, beautiful. Not yet.”

“
Please,”
my voice sounds every bit as foreign as I knew it would. I'm so
aroused though. I need to come.

“
Please
what?” the words are sharp, almost taunting.

I refuse to say it.
I won't. It's too crude. I bite my bottom lip and give him my best
seductive look, trying to fight fire with fire. When he doesn't move,
my resolve quickly slips, and I end up pouting instead.

His face meets mine,
and my eyes grow hooded as I expect him to kiss me. Instead, though,
he takes my bottom lip between his teeth, giving it a gentle tug. My
hormones go on overdrive, my need for him almost doubling from that
small action. I hate him. I hate him for being so good at seducing
me. I hate him for breaking me down.

“
Please,
Sir,” I force the words out.

“
Please,
Sir, what?”

“
Please.
Kiss me. Touch me.” I want to tell him to fuck me, but that's
just too much. Baby steps.

“
As
you wish.” His lips crash against mine with all the heat I had
been praying for. At the same time, his index finger bears down on my
clit. He rubs in fast circles. Vibrating. Drawing my climax to the
surface so fast that my body can't keep up. I moan shamelessly into
the space between us as his soft lips and rigid touch make me see
stars. It feels like everything in the entire world has stopped to
rotate around my pleasure. Nothing has ever been this good.