Hunting Truth (15 page)

He took several deep breaths before
fishing his cell out of his pocket. He proceeded to snap out
instructions for someone to meet us at the airport in the Lexus. I
thought he was talking to Daniel but then, if driving was involved,
it was more likely to be his security chief, Carter.

I raised an eyebrow as he ended the
call.
He explained that
he wanted Carter to get a good look at Scott because his security
team would be keeping him under surveillance.

“Is that really necessary?” I asked in
disbelief.

“
Yes, Issy. Until I know what we’re dealing
with, I believe it is. And you know what Joel is capable of. I
don’t think I’m overreacting.”

We returned to the others in the cabin.
Travis demanded to know whether we’d joined the Mile High Club, I
just rolled my eyes and ignored him. Lucas laughed and said not
this time and that Travis and Jenny were welcome to use the room.
Immediately, Travis jumped to his feet, threw Jenny over his
shoulder and dashed into the bedroom—Jenny shrieking for him to put
her down. We all laughed . . . except Scott who seemed to be busy
messaging on his cell. I was uneasy about him being placed under
surveillance but, I had to agree, he was acting oddly.

The rest of the flight passed without
incident. An ecstatic looking Travis and a very
red
-faced Jenny retook
their seats for landing. As soon as the jet was stationary, Lucas
charged off to the Lexus to speak with Carter, who was leaning
against the trunk. The boys collected their guitars and luggage
then headed to a waiting limo as instructed by Lucas. I hugged
Angel and Jenny before they too got into the limo. I wandered over
to the Lexus and Carter immediately took my bag and opened the rear
door for me to get in. They continued to converse for a couple of
minutes or so before getting in and Carter drove us back to the
Orion Building.

As we ascended in the elevator, I asked
Lucas whether Carter had managed to get a good look at Scott and
whether he was going to begin the surveillance now.
Lucas grinned and said that the
whole team had seen him at the airport and he’d been under
surveillance since we landed. I felt my mouth gape open and closed
it hastily as he chuckled. I muttered that I should have known that
his team would be as efficient as professionals. He guffawed and
told me that his team were all former employees of various security
services around the world. Again, my jaw hit the floor but this
time it was Lucas who gently closed my mouth with his fingertip
before kissing me chastely with smiling lips.

We exited the elevator and I turned and
began to walk down the hallway to Lucas
’ bedroom. A stern, dominant voice stopped me in
my tracks. “And where do you think you’re going, Miss
Prince?”

Oh my! That
voice
! It caused my
vaginal muscles to clench and my heart to race. I turned to face
him. He’d put our bags down and was standing with his arms folded
across his muscular chest. My breath caught in my throat when I saw
his face. Mr. Dominant was in the building! His eyes were glossy
and jet black, and his expression was stern, almost
condescending.

“
Go to the playroom, undress and be waiting
for me. Face down, ass up on the bed.”

I swallowed. Hard.
How can he make me wet just
with a look and that voice?
I lowered my eyes and walked past him to the playroom. I
really wanted to look back at him before I opened the door but I
couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wanted to be sassy and
independent but I guess, where he was concerned, my submissive side
won out. I entered and undressed quickly. I folded my clothes and
pondered his words. ‘Face down, ass up on the bed’ . . . I knew I
had to lie on my front but ass up? The only way I could figure out
how to get my ass ‘up’ was to pull my knees in underneath me so
that my ass was lifted off the bed. I got comfortable and
waited.

I didn
’t have to wait long before I heard the door open and close
again. With my forehead resting on the bed, I couldn’t see anything
so I concentrated on my other senses. I heard his bare feet on the
hard floor, sounding like whispers. Then, as he approached, I could
smell his unique scent. I inhaled greedily. I couldn’t see, touch
or taste him so I made the most of the only sense that connected us
in that moment.

I waited for what seemed an eternity
before I heard him go to the chest of drawers and open one. My
stomach flipped in anticipation of what he might have planned. I
was so distracted with possibilities and the need to feel his touch
that when his hands caressed my back, I started. I heard him shush
softly as his hands continued to skate over my skin. Then it was
featherlight kisses along my spine. It was exquisite, but it was
also torture because I knew I shouldn’t move. Yet every touch of
those lips made me want to arch my back and purr.

As he kissed, his hands went lower and he
knead
ed my ass cheeks.
Then I felt him part my cheeks and his fingertip parted my labia.
“Just checking to see how much you want me, Issy,” he said in a
deep husky voice. I felt his finger slide into me and automatically
I clenched around it. He pulled it out and I heard him suck his
finger noisily. “Well done, you’ve passed the dip test,” he
murmured, sounding very pleased. Pride and desire flared through me
at his words. “And you taste divine, Issy.”

I almost moaned when his hands slid
underneath me and cupped my breasts.
He began to roll and pinch my nipples; gently at
first but then with increasing pressure. My breaths became shorter
as I panted with need. He began to pinch, pull and twist them so
that pain spiked and shot to my sex. Then I felt a pinch on one
side that was different. It was cold and fierce and it didn’t
subside. I felt cold metal across my ribcage before my other nipple
received the same treatment.

I could barely see anything.
My eyes were too close to the
bed. I could see my knees but not my breasts. I longed to know what
he was doing. Then into my head popped a visual memory from Odyssey
of ladies wearing clamps on their nipples that were joined by a
chain. I tried to imagine what I looked like, but couldn’t. Then I
recalled that the chains could be pulled upon . . . my stomach
contracted with a mixture of apprehension and curiosity.

I was just realizing that the pain from
the clamps was either subsiding or my body was
acclimati
zing when Lucas
tugged on the chain. Bolts of pain shot from my breasts to my
pussy, making it clench involuntarily. I cried out before I could
stop myself. Lucas didn’t appear to notice, or if he did, he
ignored it because I felt his finger slide inside me again. Another
dip test, I assumed. But it felt different and he didn’t pull it
straight back out. He left it there.

Suddenly the most delicious sensation
emanated from his finger
, making my muscles grip it even tighter. I was confused
until I heard a slight buzzing noise and realized it wasn’t his
finger after all. Something was vibrating. Vibrating inside me. And
it was sooooo good!

Without warning, the sensation increased
dramatically and I assumed Lucas
had changed the setting. The tension on the nipple
clamps increased too. I was panting and moaning softly when he
began to stimulate my clitoris with his finger.
Oh dear lord!
I knew I would orgasm in no
time at all when I heard that sexy-as-fuck voice growl, “Don’t come
until I tell you.” That alone almost finished me off.

I forced myself to take deep breaths and
tried to ignore what was happening to my body.
I thought of anything to distract me. The
color scheme for the second apartment at mini-Dakota. Scott being
trailed by a team of former spies. I could feel a bead of sweat
running between my breasts. Then I thought of Joel. That worked a
treat. So I concentrated on hating him and all that he’d done to
Lucas and what he might be up to now. Along with the deep
breathing, it helped to keep me just on the brink of climax until
Lucas began to pinch and rub my clit more forcefully.

I could hear my ragged deep breaths and
feel my damp skin as I fought to keep control of my impending
orgasm.
Just as I
thought I was going to lose the battle, I heard Lucas mutter, “Come
for me, my love. Let it go.” And I did. Boy, I did! An orgasm of
cataclysmic proportions tore through my body. The vibration
continued but the hand disappeared from my clit as my back arched
and I almost screamed out my release. Pain flared from one nipple
then the other and they began to throb. And that throb echoed
inside me, driving my climax on and on as my body trembled and
spasmed uncontrollably. I could hear my voice but I had no idea
what I was crying out.

As the last shocks left my body
and I became aware that the
vibration had ceased. I sneaked a look at my breasts and noticed
that the clamps had been removed too. I was just getting my breath
back when Lucas lifted me and cradled me in his arms. I snuggled
into his chest, my post-orgasmic haze making me sleepy. I felt him
kiss my forehead before his dominant tone said, “This is no time
for sleeping. We’ve only just begun.”

My eyelids flicked open in
surprise.
My mind
churned with indignant protests. How could he wring such massive
orgasms from my body and expect me to be ready to continue? Didn’t
he realize that all I wanted to do was sleep? There was no way that
my body would react to him again yet. No chance of another
orgasm.

He grinned one of those infuriatingly
cocky grins
. . .
infuriating because they were so damn sexy. Then he laid me across
the bed on my back, pulling my head close to the edge. “You’re so
fucking beautiful, Issy. Part of me wants to devour you, to ravage
your body, taking all you have to give and fucking you so hard and
fast that it would probably tear you apart. The other part of me
wants to cradle you in my strong arms and keep you safe from harm
and close to my heart forever,” he said with utter
sincerity.

I was stunned
. He’d been in dominant-Lucas mode and this
heartfelt admission was unexpected. And it
was
straight from the heart, I knew that. I was choked
because, given the choice, that was exactly how I wanted him to
feel about me: To cherish and protect me but also to push my mind
and body to their limits during our lovemaking. I’d never expected
to feel that way about a man and I certainly hadn’t expected a man
to feel that way about me.

I felt a tear escape from the corner of my
eye and run slowly down my cheek.
Immediately, Lucas’ lips caught it and kissed
along its trail to my eye. He softly kissed my eyelid as he
muttered, “Issy, I’m sorry. I should be the one to kiss your tears
away but I shouldn’t be the one to cause them.” His voice was
raw.

I lifted my chin and pressed my lips to
his briefly. “Oh, Lucas, that was a tear of happiness. I’m not sure
I’ve ever had one before. You can be the cause of them anytime.” I
smiled and rubbed my nose against his as my hands came up to cup
his face. I kissed him deeply and he responded immediately. Several
minutes later, we were both breathless and horny as hell. So much
for my belief that my body would be unable to respond!

“
I believe we were just getting
started,
Mr. Hunter,” I
panted.

He stood and pulled me backwards a little
so my head was hanging over the edge of the mattress.
I watched, albeit upside down,
as he slid those jeans down his long, lean legs, then stepped out
of them before casting them aside. As he straightened, I was
mesmerized by a certain part of his anatomy. Even when viewed
upside down, it was beautiful. It stood proud and erect, graceful
yet commanding. I heard Lucas’ sharp intake of breath and, when I
flicked my eyes upward, I could see he was staring at my face. I
smirked when I realized I’d been caught licking my lips in
anticipation. The corner of his mouth twitched but his eyes were
seductively dark. “Did you forget to avert your eyes?
Hmm?”

I immediately closed my eyes as he
continued, “Well, Miss Prince. You obviously want it, so who am I
to deny you?”

He stepped up to me, wrapped my hair
around his wrist, and tugged my head down.
God! It’s sooooo hot when he does
that!
I felt my sex
clench a little and my nipples stood to attention. I closed my
eyes, thinking that I didn’t know whether I was proud or frustrated
that my body betrayed me so easily.

There was no denying my arousal around
this man when he was in his dominant guise. Every time he looked at
me, spoke to me
, or
touched me, I became instantly aroused. Even when he wasn’t being
dominant, he was very sexually attractive. It occurred to me then
that my arousal had heightened since I’d become emotionally
attached to him. I was brought back from my musings when a firm,
silky soft object pressed against my lips and Lucas said, “Open
your eyes. You can look at me now.”

My eyes sprang open but I knew what it
was. I opened my lips and Lucas pushed his hips forward. I wrapped
my tongue and my lips around the smooth shaft. He was still holding
my head in position with my hair; my head was back as far as it
could go, opening up my throat to welcome him. Slowly he pushed in
further and further. I felt him in the back of my throat. My eyes
widened in alarm but he whispered for me to relax, saying it would
be fine if I didn’t panic. I looked into his eyes and reminded
myself that I trusted him completely.