Hudson (5 page)

Peering over his shoulder at Riya and her husbands, he said
quietly, “I may look like the bastard now but
for once
looks can be
deceiving.  I apologize for the drama.” 

The moment he said it, the people around them moved away to
give them privacy.  When they were alone, Christina turned those tear-filled
baby blues on him.  Hudson watched in disgust as her lip trembled
convincingly. 

“Hudson, please talk to me.”

“We have nothing left to talk about.” 

“How can you say that?  After all we’ve been through
together?”

He couldn’t help a small laugh at that one.  “Christina. 
Listen carefully.  When I tell someone that I know everything – you can fucking
guarantee I know
everything
.  I could have you prosecuted.  Jailed,
Christina.”  It was still likely to happen but he didn’t want her fleeing the
country. 

“Instead, I had every item that belongs to you packed and
transported to a lovely hotel where I will foot the bill for the next month. 
Shall I change my mind?”

Her eyes were huge in her face but she said nothing as he
turned on his heel and walked toward the lobby.  Natalia stood between him and
the door. 

He paused and spoke quietly to avoid being overheard.  “Don’t
let her back in this club.  I revoke my sponsorship.”

“Of course, Hudson.  It will be taken care of.” 

He let his eyes stroll down her body.  A body he’d come to
know well over the years.  He hadn’t fucked in
days
and with the stress
of the past twelve hours, there were certain things he needed. 

One side of her mouth quirked up.  “Is there…anything
else
…I
can take care of for you, Hudson?” 

She knew him so well.  Better than any other person on
Earth. 

“I’ll send the car.” 

Natalia nodded and he continued to the exit.

Hudson rode back to his building with a different kind of
tension coiling inside him.  There were certain things only Natalia had ever
been able to give him.  Christina, and the girlfriends before her, took what he
dished out but he never gave them all of his darker side. 

In that, he only trusted his oldest friend. 

Carlo gave him the update he requested and as he rode the
elevator past the floor where Gabriella Hernandez was likely sleeping soundly,
he had the strangest urge to knock on her door. 

He suppressed it.  A woman like her, soft and sweet, would
never be able to handle a man like him. 

He entered his apartment and went upstairs to grab the black
lacquer box he kept in his desk.  There would be few games tonight.  The need to
dominate was riding him hard.  His cock was so engorged it was painful.  Back
downstairs, he laid out what he needed and sat down to wait. 

She didn’t keep him waiting long.  Natalia never did. 

As she stepped out of the elevator and came to a careful and
precise stop, he took in her form.  She was tall for a woman, five-nine in her
bare feet, and everything about her was lean.  Small breasts, narrow hips, and
a firm ass…all of which he knew as well as his own body. 

Hair that was naturally blonde the day he met her had been
died deepest black and he had to admit it increased her air of mystery. 

In looks alone, she could be any of a million women.  She
was lovely in an understated way and knew how to dress to accentuate her
attributes but nothing about his best friend physically made her stand out in a
crowd.  

What made her spectacular was her need to be dominated. 

It was her ability to surrender, entirely, to the right man under
the right circumstances.  There were few women able to do it as well and still
maintain their independent will and sense of self. 

Natalia would never be taken over by an Alpha.  She would
bend, willingly, but never break. 

It was a gift in the circles they’d once run in together.  As
he became more and more successful, he only trusted her to give him what he
needed with no strings attached.

Now she stood across the room.  She had not moved so much as
an inch.  There was no impatience, no annoyance at being kept waiting.  Her
face was serene in the dim reflection of the city lights.

“Put down the bag.”  Pause. 

“Take off the blouse, the skirt.” 

She obeyed without hesitation in all things.  Never
questioning, never wondering what was going to happen next.  She trusted him,
he trusted her, and in this, they were
perfect
together.

In moments, she stood in nothing more than heels, stockings,
and garter belt, her posture perfect but relaxed.

“Come here.”  Moving carefully over the marble floor, she
walked toward him. 

“Stop.”  She did. 

“Kneel.”  Lowering gracefully to her knees, hands folded at
her low back, Natalia waited with her head bowed. 

He stood and walked behind her, proud that there wasn’t the
slightest tightening of her muscles to relay a sense of fear or nervousness. 
Her breathing was faster now and he knew she would be wet if he checked. 

Anticipation was Natalia’s drug of choice.

He bound her with her fingertips touching her opposite
elbows, careful as he worked.  She fell from a horse in her teens, breaking her
collarbone and dislocating her shoulder.  Though it healed well, it pained her
if pulled back too tightly and slipped from the socket far too easily. 

When he was done, he exhaled roughly and moved around to
stand in front of her. 

“Open.”

Her lips parted obediently but her eyes remained downcast as
the sound of his zipper being lowered filled the room.  He stroked the outline
of her mouth with the broad head of his cock.  A pearl of his pre-cum painted
her lips and he felt himself harden further. 

He was not immune to anticipation.

“Suck.”

Closing her lips around the crest, Natalia took her time
getting to know him again, exploring his size and shape, curling her tongue
along the underside.  It had been too long since he’d had this with her and he
could feel his heart crashing against his rib cage. 

Raking his fingers through her hair, he gripped a fistful at
the nape of her neck with a sharp tug.  He watched as her nipples furled
tighter, her breasts lifting to him in response to the small hurt. 

Hudson didn’t wait for her to take him. 

Using her hair, he pulled her forward over his cock until he
touched the back of her throat.  He went still, his grip ensuring she couldn’t
move back until he was ready.  She knew what he liked.  He watched as she
regulated her breathing and swallowed carefully to keep from gagging.

“Excellent,” he said quietly.

He pulled her back and set a hard rhythm, watching her
adjust and adapt as he guided her, fucking her mouth for a long time. 

Her mouth was hot and wet.  Not for the first time, he
thought he could fuck it forever and never get bored.  The skin of his dick was
tight, his balls drawn up with the desperation to come down her throat, but he wanted
to make it last. 

Three minutes. 

Five minutes. 

When he reached ten minutes, he said hoarsely, “Spread your
legs.” 

She did, allowing her knees to slide apart.  “You’re
dripping on the floor, Natalia.” 

His mouth watered with the need to eat her but he wouldn’t
do that for a long time.  His other hand lifted, both of them cupping her
skull. 

“Take every drop and I’ll let you come.” 

His hips thrust forward as he pulled her to his dick again
and again.  The impact had to hurt but she moaned around him and he was barely
hanging on as she tightened her lips. 

Pulling her to him and holding her head still, she swallowed
hard around the head of his cock as he let go of his control.  The relief from
coming was instantaneous and powerful.  She swallowed jet after jet
rhythmically. 

“
Fuuuccckkk
…”  She gave a small whimper of need and
he watched the muscles in her throat work.  Her thighs flexed but she didn’t
close her legs.  “I know.  I know, Natalia.” 

Hudson petted her hair, pushed the short strands off her
face, and loosened his grip on her head as he began to stroke shallowly.  Every
cell in his body wanted to stay like this. 

She told him once that she zoned out when he took her, feeling
the pleasure in a way she couldn’t with other lovers because she couldn’t trust
them enough to let go entirely. 

He watched how she caught her breath and worked him, making
sure she took everything he had to give her.  The pump of his hips, the way his
cock disappeared between her lips, fascinated him. 

She lifted her pale blue eyes and locked to his.  “Do you
want to come?” 

Natalia shook her head slowly, his cock still buried in her
mouth, and he smiled. 

“You’re in the mood to be pushed.” 

The side of his thumb traced her cheek and he pulled away,
leaving the moist heat with a soft popping sound.  Bending, he lifted her
carefully to her feet by her elbows. 

In her heels, they were the same height.

For just an instant, he let his detachment slip, let her see
the pain Christina had caused him.  He had not loved the woman but he’d tried
to be good to her in the ways he understood. 

His relationships never lasted.  He gravitated to needy
women who quickly bored him or women who couldn’t handle his abruptness. 

“Thank you for coming, Natalia.”  One finger reached up to
trace her lips, swollen and red from taking his cock.  “Why won’t you let me
collar you?  We’d be perfect together.”

She kissed the tip of his finger and gave him a small
laugh.  “Really?  We’ve known one another too long.  This part is good.  It has
always
been good between other lovers, other relationships.” 

Tilting her head, she grinned.  “Can you imagine living
together day in and day out?  Nursing one another through the flu?  My cramps
and moodiness?  Arguing over dirty socks on the floor?”

His expression slowly transformed into one of mock horror
and she gave him a full laugh.  “I was not cut out to be a wife and mother. 
Despite
this
aspect of my nature, I am the most selfish person I know. 
I admit it and I enjoy my life exactly as it is.” 

Leaning forward, she nuzzled his cheek with hers.  “You need
someone to soothe you, Hudson.  Not someone like me who can only give in one
way.  Not someone like Christina who can’t give at all.  You need an
Earth
Mother
type, a giver.”

He grunted as an image of Gabriella Hernandez flashed unexpected
and unwelcome through his mind.  “I’d have her in tears within hours.  What
would I do with someone
nice
?”

“Smile more perhaps.” 

She leaned back to meet his eyes and he sighed.  After a
long moment, he leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose. 

Enough conversation. 

His voice firmed.  “Turn and bend over the back of the
couch.  Legs spread.” 

As she moved into position, the sight of her vulnerably naked
caused lust to flare in the back of his mind.  The darkness he fought most of
his life threatened to swamp him as he sealed his chest to her back.

“Tell me, Natalia…if it’s too much.  My demons are clawing
at the cage.”

“Purge them, Hudson.  I can handle it.”

He slicked a line of lubricant down the crease of her ass
with one hand as he positioned his cock at her pussy with the other. 

“Don’t come.  I want to fill you up.”  He watched her ass
cheeks flex in excitement.  He worked his dick into her soaking wet channel and
smiled.  “Do you like the thought of being filled with my come?”

“My belly is happy…my pussy and my ass
need
you.”

Instant, visceral need had him slamming to the hilt without giving
her time to adjust to him.  As he pressed deeper, he growled, “Does it burn?”  

“It burns so
good
, Hudson.  More.”

Taking a plug from the pocket of his pants, he coated it in
the lube and set it at the little star of her ass.  Her pussy flexed around
him. 

“It’s been so long since I’ve had your ass.  I can’t wait to
be balls-deep inside you.” 

Pressing carefully, he inserted the toy fully.  He felt and
watched her lower body tighten around him and the plug.  “You’re so fucking
tight.  Let’s make you tighter.” 

Reaching down, Hudson cupped the back of her knee and set it
on top of the couch.  The position constricted her pussy so hard around his
cock that he inhaled sharply.  She moaned and used her other foot to push back
against him. 

“Don’t come.” 

Gripping her shoulders, he reamed the hot, slick channel
until both of them were dripping with sweat.  Pulling out and pushing deep
again and again, he knew his hipbones would leave bruises on the back of her
pale thighs.   

The spasms along her vaginal walls told him she was fighting
her own orgasm with everything she had.  Then he turned on the vibration in the
plug and felt her start to shake around him. 

“Breathe through it, Natalia.  Don’t come yet.” 

Wrapping his hands around her hips, he held her firmly as he
fucked her even harder. 

She chanted his name as he drove into her body.  “Please let
me have it, please…
Hudson
.” 

A fistful of her hair was the anchor he used as he pulled
her back to his chest.  He ground out, “Take it then.  Let your sweet pussy suck
it from the head of my dick.”  

Faster.  Faster.  FASTER…

He went still as the orgasm stole his ability to move, to
think, and for an instant, he wondered if he was having an aneurism.  Her
muscles milked him and there were spots in front of his eyes. 

“
Mine…
” 

The sound of her whisper brought him back to the moment and
his legs shook as the last spurts of his come soaked her.