Need Me - Being Trevor's Toy (4 page)

And I love him all the more for it.

Trevor’s hands eventually settle on my waist. He pulls me forward until my thighs are resting snuggly about his waist and hips.

“There, that’s much better.”

I agree and press my breasts against his chest. Our lips meet in another kiss. I sigh as I taste the sweetness of his mouth. This time we explore the other with soft, measured slides of tongue and gentle suckling of lips. It’s a beautiful way of saying hello and reacquainting ourselves with how well we fit together in every way. My whole body unfurls. I drape myself over him until there’s no part of my front that’s not in contact with his skin.

I love kissing Trevor. I love the feel of his breath mingling with mine. My nipples ache. I rub them softly against his chest.

I feel his erection bob against my backside. I can’t help but rock my hips against his washboard abs. It doesn’t take long before my body throbs with anticipation.

Trevor winds my long hair in his fist. He holds me in place while his kisses grow ever-sharper. I plaintively moan my need for him. Trevor keeps me tantalizing close to his thick staff but frustratingly far away. I can’t arch my hips and capture him. Instead, I find thwarted bliss by rubbing my pussy against his taut stomach. I could come like this but I don’t want to.

I want to come with every inch of Trevor’s cock thrust far up my cunt.

My kisses turn frantic. I bite his lips, soothing each nip with a long laving of my tongue. Our rough breathing fills my ears. It’s an aphrodisiac in itself.

Trevor finally lifts me up and slides me onto down him. I stop kissing him long enough to let him watch my eyes widen in delight as he stretches my pussy inch by glorious inch.

For me it’s not just the joining of two bodies. It’s beyond that. It’s heaven and hell, life and death, man and woman all at once.

It’s a war I have to win.

It’s a war against his fear, his past, and his basic beliefs about himself and me that I’m fighting each time I see Trevor. Sometimes I feel that I’m winning.

Other times—not so much.

When he’s fully seated inside me, I curse and feel my whole body seemingly tighten and relax simultaneously.

Trevor cups my face. He stares deep into my dilated eyes and rasps, “Fuck me good, baby.”

I need no further instruction. I hold onto his shoulders and rock up and down his hardness. I have no words for what I feel. Trevor makes me delirious with pleasure. I don’t want it to ever stop. I want to swallow him, make him a part of me forever and always.

He watches me. I don’t try to look away. I let his gaze consume every bit of my lusty reactions. Knowing he sees me completely drives my body higher. I move my hips in a sensuous circle, going faster only when Trevor orders me to do so.

He has to have control in everything.

I spoil him by letting him have it. And yes, it is my fault in many ways that Trevor’s such a despot. Apparently, as my Darling Dom put me through my paces I was doing some training of my own.

I asked about it once while tied facedown to his bedposts, just as he prepared to gag me with a silk scarf. “Why do you need to control me like this?”

Crouched down at the foot of the bed, ruby fabric still in hand, Trevor’s gaze held steady. “Because I like it.” He tilted his head, watching me heat beneath his regard. “Because you let me.”

I sighed raggedly. The next question wormed inside my mind and was itching to come out. “Have you done this with other women?”

He didn’t hesitate. “To a certain extent.”

I didn’t like the answer but only had myself to blame for asking it. I flexed my fingers, noting what an expert he was in restraint. It must’ve taken quite a bit of practice before me.

“You’re the only one who’s ever taken it this far, Rebecca.”

Indeed. Was it because I was incredibly in love or blazingly stupid? Worse I suppose is the amount of pride I felt in knowing that juicy tidbit. He probably threw it out to appease me.

“How far have you—”

Trevor abruptly gagged me, leaving me to swallow the rest of my impertinent question.

He likes to be in control and I’ve been more than content in giving it to him.

We all have our quirks and this is ours. Case closed.

My face flushes. Sweat beads as I impale myself over and over. I’m not going to last much longer. Trevor still cups my face, bringing his closer to mine. Our noses touch, stares boring into one another much like his cock is boring into me.

His gaze rakes through me. In moments like this, I know Trevor sees me completely. There’s nothing I want to hide from him.

I squeeze my thighs. I cry out louder as the invisible knots tighten beneath my skin before releasing all at once. I lose control of my body, shaking violently. My guttural moans sound like I’m in agony. Perhaps I am.

Trevor drives faster inside me. “You fucking like this? Do you, baby?”

His fingers press into my face. I can’t turn away from him even if I wanted to and God knows I don’t. “Yes! I love feeling your fucking cock, Trevor! Oh, baby, please don’t stop…yes…yes…more…fuck me…please…”

Vulgar turns us on. The dirtier the better.

Trevor lifts me off him and turns me around. My legs are sprawled over his widely-spread thighs. I reach down and angle him towards my entrance. He slides home and we both moan blissfully.

I sling my arm above me to hook around his neck. Trevor holds me tight, one arm going between my breasts and the other down across my stomach. His hand cups my pussy.

Trevor’s palm possesses me, a firm reminder that everything I am belongs to him.

He kisses my neck, murmuring how good I feel to him, how he loves the feeling of being deep inside me. I let my head rest on his shoulder and enjoy the ride.

Trevor tightens his hold on me. His breathing becomes choppy. I know he’s close so I encourage him.

“Fill your dirty girl with your come, baby…please…yes…”

He snaps his hips. The water undulates, slapping against the tub almost as loudly as our flesh slaps against together. Trevor’s harsh breathing excites me. I turn my head, mouth open in mute pleading to have his kisses again.

Trevor, always so sensitive to my needs, captures my mouth. He devours me, thoroughly subjugating me with each delicious thrust of his tongue. He pistons his hips faster and faster until his large body freezes. Trevor tears his mouth away and yells.

I laugh, wanton and pleased, as he continues to groan my name loudly in my ear. His come spurts hot inside me. My limbs relax and so does he. Steam drifts up, catching my sleepy gaze as I watch the little patterns come together and disappear. Trevor peppers my cheeks and neck with tiny kisses. When he finally catches his breath, I point out “We were supposed to be getting clean.”

He drops a kiss onto my shoulder. His palm rubs my mound in large, lazy circles. “Is that a complaint?”

“No!” I chirp, enjoying his carnal teasing.

“Better not be,” he mutters. Trevor releases me and leans forward. He pushes a button for the tub to drain. We sit there wrapped in one another and wait for it to empty out so we can fill it again. Soon the tub is filled with steaming water. I am now sitting behind Trevor, my hands massaging his shampooed hair, while he lays back and enjoys my ministrations.

I learned that Trevor had a nurse for short time. She was a sunny-natured older woman named Annie who saw him not as an aristocrat but a little boy. She adored him and it was the first time he had ever known such warmth. Trevor loved spending all his time with her, finding his parents daily visits as a chore to be tolerated. She was dismissed after his father heard Trevor laughing uproariously in his nursery instead of quietly doing his lessons.

Trevor rarely laughs now. Every one I hear is like a diamond in my jewelry box—priceless. If I’m lucky, I’ll get to add another one to my collection tonight.

One of the things his nurse did for him was wash his hair. I wash Trevor’s for long minutes, making the top of his head a sudsy mountain. I lay my cheek against his back and wrap my arms around his waist. I wonder if my tactics are unfair. I behave first as the Whore and then become the Madonna.

No wonder he hasn’t tired of me.

Guilt gnaws before I squash it beneath my proverbial heel. What I do, how I nurture him, brings him happiness. Trevor doesn’t have to be Trevor St. John, CEO or Viscount Hinton’s heir. Here, now, he can just be Trevor—a normal man who has a doting girlfriend who loves to play with his hair.

Besides, normal people do this all the time.

“Time to rinse, Trevor.”

He slides down until his head is submerged. I run my fingers through, moving the water about and making sure his hair is rinsed completely. We could use a pitcher but Trevor says he likes to look at my tits this way.

Silly man.

Eventually we finish bathing. Wrapped up in our robes, we make our way to the bedroom. I eye the crisply-made bed with longing but my stomach has other plans.

“Trevor, are you hungry?”

He stops, takes my hand in his, and pulls me closer. “I’m guessing you are.”

“Yes. I’m starving actually.”

“We can’t have that, can we?” he murmurs while linking his arms around my waist. “You’ll accuse me of abusing you otherwise.”

I grin, loving the playful side of Trevor. “I’ll accuse you of it only if don’t spank me later.”

Trevor smiles back and says between sweet, lingering kisses, “I…think…I…can definitely…arrange…that…for later.”

“Promise?”

His sapphire eyes sparkle in mischief. “Consider your appointment with my belt set in stone, Miss Wilson.”

“Belt?”

Trevor smacks my ass hard. “No, whining.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

He smacks me again. “Is that mockery I hear?”

“No!” I easily feel the heat of his palm through my robe.

“Liar.” Trevor cups my ass and pulls me up on my toes. “You’ve earned ten extra on top of the ten you’re already getting.”

I press my forehead against his chest, wisely not saying another word.

Trevor leads me out the room, one arm slung around my shoulders. “Come on, Rebecca. Let’s get you a snack. Anything more and you’re likely to complain I’m trying to ruin you for dancing.”

“It’s a job requirement. I’m going to eat like a horse once I retire. It’s going to be so awesome to not have to watch my diet so carefully. I’ll probably gain forty pounds in the process but it’ll be worth it for
at least
a year.”

“You could double, triple, or quadruple your weight and still be the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

Oh, my. I didn’t expect him to say that. My feet slow. Trevor glances down at me, cheeks flushed a bit in embarrassment, before looking away. I wasn’t supposed to know that, was I?

And it’s the little unguarded moments like these that bind me ever so tightly to Trevor St. John.

We rummage in the pantry and find a box of microwaveable popcorn. Later we’ll probably order something more substantial…Chinese would be good. Once it’s popped, we sit at the kitchenette, bowl full of popcorn between us and a couple of bottled waters.

I tell him all about my week, sharing juicy bits of gossip from the company among other things.

“…and so guess what Suzette did after she caught him in bed with his married neighbor?”

“What?”

“She snapped a whole bunch of pictures on her camera phone and e-mailed them to the neighbor’s husband.”

“Really? Wait. How did she have his e-mail?”

I grab a handful of popcorn and munch on a few pieces, slyly waiting for Trevor to prod me for the explosive ending.

“Rebecca, finish the story!”

I catch the popcorn piece he throws at me in my mouth. Trevor shows me he’s impressed with a slow lift of his brow. I reward him. “She has his e-mail because she’s been…um…quite intimate with him.”

“Unbelievable.”

“I know! Suzette says they hashed everything out and now are going on vacation together next month.” I laugh thinking about my shameless French coworker. She’s one of a kind and, unbeknownst to Suzette, her unapologetic way of living has given me the courage to scale Mt. Trevor.

I love Suzette and tell her at least once a week.

“Let’s see if you can do that again.”

“What?” I ask innocently.

Trevor holds a piece of popcorn in his hand. Oh, my man wants to play, does he? I sit up and open my mouth.

“Open…wide…wider…” he coaxes, voice soft as velvet.

My mouth opens as far as it can. I wiggle my tongue and wink. He tosses the popcorn and I catch in my mouth. I bend my wrists and hold them up like a dog. I pant and bark once.

It’s obvious Trevor is biting the corner of his mouth to keep from laughing.

I get on my knees and bark again.

Trevor laughs and tosses me another piece. I catch it with a snap of my jaws. I love hearing his laughter and will act like a silly dog all night long if it amuses him.

Just as he’s about to get a few more pieces, Trevor receives a call on his cell. We both look over at the living area in surprise. It’s been a rule that his phone never rings on his first night back. Trevor quickly excuses himself. I watch him walk over to the coffee table, curious and more than a little concerned.

“St. John here.”

…

“I see. Yes, of course.”

…

“Understood. I’m on my way.”

…

“Thank you.”

Oh, no. Something catastrophic must’ve happened at one of his companies. I get up and hurry over to him. Something in his rigid stance keeps me at bay.

“Trevor?”

He stands there, his gaze shuttered and mouth pressed into a firm line.

“Trevor, is everything okay?”

He looks at me as if he doesn’t comprehend who I am or what I just said. He carefully sets the phone down.

I’m scared. Not for me but for him. Who called and what did they say?

Before I can ask, Trevor picks up my flowers and hurls them across the room. The vase hits the one of the windows. It doesn’t break. My roses are strewn all over the floor, crystal shards glittering like tears.

I freeze. Trevor’s never done anything like this before.

He pushes his hair back off his face and tightens his robe belt. “My father has passed away. I have to go.”