The Exposure (20 page)

She wanted to take her time, to ease herself into arousal. Drag it out little by little. Make him wait. But she was on the edge and so vastly curious about what he had planned. With one hand she rubbed her clit, and with the other kept pinching her nipples. She found herself fighting off orgasm sooner than anticipated.

When she entered the bathroom, Luke stood in the middle of the room. Thank goodness he had taken his clothes off, because he was damn fine-looking naked. If she hadn't been aroused, the sight of him naked, erect, and waiting would have done it.

He took one look at her and fisted his cock. “I wish I had my camera. You look so fuckable in those heels.”

She almost told him he was a fine one to talk, but her gaze landed on the countertop and she sucked in her breath at what she saw. Luke followed her line of sight and grinned.

“I've never had your ass.”

No, he hadn't. In fact, she couldn't remember the last time she had anal sex.

But Luke seemed unaffected by her hesitation. “Go bend over and place your hands on the edge of the tub.”

His tub was a large, freestanding number that would provide plenty of support. She took a deep breath and followed his instructions. However, when she was in position, she started having second thoughts.

Luke walked behind her and cupped her backside. “You're nervous.”

“Slightly, Sir.”

“You know I would never hurt you.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Your brain knows that, but your body is a different story.”
He proceeded to caress her, using his knowledgeable hands to slowly stroke that spark of arousal back into a flame. “So what I need to do is to get your body to that point. To where it trusts me. So that it accepts whatever I choose to give it.”

And what are you going to give it tonight?
she wanted to ask. Instead, she closed her eyes and placed herself in his experienced hands, because she knew in doing so, he would take care of her, he would pleasure her, and it would make him happy to feel her surrender.

“There we go, sweetheart,” he said as she relaxed her body. “Your submission is so sweet, so sexy. Thank you.”

She did tense briefly when she felt his slick finger against her anus.

“Easy.” He pressed a little farther. “Nice and easy. I'll be gentle.”

She knew he would, so she took a deep breath and bore down against the pressure, allowing his finger to slip inside her. She was unaccustomed to the fullness. Anal sex had never been her favorite.

“I'm not going to fuck you here tonight.” He removed his finger and replaced it with a small vibrator. “But I will soon, so I need to get you ready.”

The vibrator was bigger than his finger and her entire body trembled in anticipation of what was to come. She had a feeling he wasn't going to remove the vibrator anytime soon.

“You're so tight. How long has it been?” he asked.

“A long time, Sir.”

“Definitely something to look forward to in the future.” She felt him take a step back, but he kept hold of the vibrator. “You look so damn hot. Bent over the tub in those heels, your ass offered to me, and your greedy, wet pussy aching to be filled.”

Yes!
she wanted to shout. Because she needed to be filled so, so badly. But he wasn't doing it just yet. No, with the vibrator inside her, he was playing her. His hands once more traveled all across her body. Taunting. Teasing. Tormenting.

“Please, Sir.”

“Are you trying to tell your Dom what to do?”

“No, I just need—”

He gave her butt a hard slap. “Don't tell me what you need. I'm your Dom. I know what you need. I know what you want. But you only get what I offer. Understood?”

She took a deep breath to keep from whining. “Yes, Sir.”

He chuckled, perhaps realizing her struggle. Seconds later came the rustle of a condom package. Finally he was pressed against her, but didn't enter.

“Can you feel me? Seconds away from pushing into you? Do you know how tight you'll feel with that vibrator in your ass? So damn tight.” He pushed just a little into her. “Do you feel it? Your body stretching to accept me?”

“Please, Sir.” She was caught between the desire to have him inside her and just a bit of anticipation because she knew it would be a tight fit. It was probably going to hurt, but she knew it would feel so, so good after a few seconds.

“You're imagining it, aren't you?” He held still. “How it'll feel when I push my way inside. The initial burn that'll make you worry I'll split you wide-open. The gradual acceptance of my cock as I fuck you deeper and deeper. And you're so stretched and so full, you don't think you can take anymore.”

He started pushing into her again, his wicked whispers making her crave more and more.

“What do you think I'll do when I finally get my cock buried inside you?” he asked.

“Fuck me, Sir?”

“Before that.”

How the hell did he expect her to think when there were so many sensations running through her body? She wasn't sure what her name was. She didn't know what year it was. If the room caught fire, she probably wouldn't notice because it'd be minor in comparison to the fire he created inside her.

A hard slap on her ass reminded her he'd asked a question she hadn't yet answered.

“I don't know, Sir. Please.”

Please what, she wasn't sure. Please fuck me? Or please let me come? Just please something.

His voice was hot against the back of her neck. He fisted her hair and with one last thrust of his hips, he made it all the way inside her. She yelped.

“Do you remember the question?” he asked.

There had been a question? “No, Sir.”

“What do you think I'll do now that I'm inside you as deep as possible?”

God, she was so stuffed, so full. She needed him to move even though she was afraid if he did, she'd explode into a million pieces. “I don't know, Sir.”

“Poor girl. I'll just show you.” And before she had time to think about what that meant, the vibrator started buzzing.

She tried frantically to grab on to something, but the side of the tub was too slick. Luke began to fuck her in earnest and the feeling was so overwhelming, she saw stars. The buzzing combined with his movements . . . Damn it all, she wasn't going to last long.

“I can't hold out,” she said, but it came out in an almost squeal and even she wasn't sure what she was saying.

He grunted and pulled almost all the way out, but there was no reprieve because he adjusted his hips and thrust into her again. This time threatening to make her lose balance.

“Damn it.” He spoke in a half pant, half groan. Seconds later the buzzing stopped and he slipped the vibrator out of her.

Her brain was too foggy to understand. Why had he stopped?

“Sir?” she asked when he pulled out as well.

“Not enough support here to take you as hard as I want.”

She wasn't sure she could stand, but as it turned out she didn't have to worry. Luke gathered her in his arms, picked her up, and carried her to the bed. He placed her on her back and for that she was glad, because it allowed her to watch him. Right now he was looking at her so intently it made her want him all the more.

“Let's see,” he said. “How do I want to go about this?”

Keeping his eyes on hers, he lifted one leg and placed it on his shoulder; then he took the other one and did the same on the opposite shoulder. Holy shit. She was so exposed in this position, he'd fill her completely.

“Oh yes,” he said. “I see that look in your eye. You know exactly what I'm going to do, don't you? You'll be so tight like this. I'll be able to sink so deep.”

He moved his hands from her legs but left her legs on his shoulders. He gave them a gentle pat before he dropped his hands, and gave her a look to tell her she'd best leave her legs where they were. She was only vaguely upset he wasn't going to use a vibrator, when he took a large plug and lubricated it.

“I see that look, too. You know exactly where this is going, don't you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

She closed her eyes as he pushed the large anal plug inside
her. The stretching was uncomfortable, but just for a minute. And though she had never been a fan of anal sex, she couldn't help but want to have Luke take her that way.

“There you go,” he said. “Take it all.”

She grunted as the plug settled into place. And then yelped when he gave her a slap on the ass.

“Now, where were we?” He positioned his cock at her entrance. “Right about here.”

But he didn't enter her; instead he took the tip of his cock and rubbed up and down her slit, teasing and taunting her. Mother fucking hell, would he not just fuck her already? The question shouted in her head, but she held it inside. And she didn't want to beg either; she had already done that and it did little good.

“The anticipation is heady, isn't it?” he asked.

He pushed the tip of his cock inside her and she was even more stretched than she was when he had the vibrator in place. And still he didn't take her. He pumped in and out with just the tip for what seemed like forever. And his whispers . . .

“I can't wait to sink inside you. Feel your warm heat as you let me in.”

I'm not going to beg. I'm not going to beg. I'm not going to beg.

Maybe if she kept repeating that, she'd actually keep her mouth shut.

“So quiet all of a sudden?” he asked. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me.” Belatedly, she added, “Sir.”

He took a deep breath, lined himself up once more, and entered her with one long, hard thrust. “Hell, yes,” he said in a half moan. “You feel so good.”

She could barely comprehend what he was saying, she felt so full, but why wouldn't he move? He was buried completely inside
her. She knew it had to take an inordinate amount of self-control to keep from moving. Was he just letting her get used to him?

Then ever so slightly, he started to move. Slowly at first, before gradually lengthening his strokes and thrusting deeper and harder.

“Yes,” he panted as he pounded repeatedly into her. “Take me.”

He took her legs from his shoulders and bent them so they were close to her chest. The new position made her feel even more exposed. He redoubled his efforts, slamming into her over and over and soon it became too much to hold inside. She was unbelievably full and with every thrust, his cock would shift the plug just enough to send a pulsating need to have him
there
as well.

Her climax sneaked up on her and she clenched her muscles to keep from coming. “Please, Sir. May I come?”

He must have been nearly as close as she was, because he surprised her with a “yes.” It was all she needed. She let her body relax and the orgasm swept over her. Unlike times before though, this time she kept going and coming and he kept pounding and pounding. She wasn't sure if it was one really long orgasm or several small ones, but she never wanted it to end. Luke stiffened inside her, but he kept on thrusting after his own release, setting off another one for her.

By the time he pulled out and lay down beside her, she was spent. She was vaguely aware of Luke getting up from the bed to get a washcloth. Of his hands gently removing the plug and cleaning her. His strong arms as he pulled her close. Only then did she allow herself to drift off to sleep.

*   *   *

M
eagan awoke slowly, surprised to see it was still dark. She propped up on one elbow and looked over Luke's body to the
clock on the nightstand. Three thirty. Way too early for her to be up. Her mind immediately went back hours before. Though she would not have thought it possible months ago, she could no longer picture life without Luke.

Which meant she would have to do something about The Taskmaster. Maybe she should get the picture for him. No. She couldn't do that to Luke. The actress in the picture would have chosen Luke because of his discretion. To have that picture become public could be a career breaker for him. Did she even want to see if she could find the picture?

Yes. Yes, she did. For some reason, she had to know if the picture even existed. Maybe she wouldn't be able to find it and that would be the end of it. And a small part of her thought if she did find the picture, maybe The Taskmaster wouldn't ask her for anything else.

From her exploration of his office weeks before, she knew where the pictures would be. She slipped out of bed and into the bathroom first. That way nothing would seem suspicious to Luke if he woke while she was still in the bathroom. The thought ran through her mind that this was it. There would be no more getting anything for The Taskmaster. She'd have to meet with her brother and tell him the truth. Let him know that his actions had not gone unnoticed.

She dreaded that conversation, but the truth was, he was now an adult and being an adult meant having to accept your past and deal with it. As for her role in the matter several years ago? She was also an adult. It was time for her to put on her big-girl panties and deal with whatever ramifications followed.

She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. Yes, if she wanted a relationship with Luke it was time to grow up. She smiled at her reflection. Tomorrow was going to be a new day. She would
not worry about The Taskmaster or her brother. She would focus on herself and Luke and what they could be together.

When she stepped back into the bedroom, she almost went straight to the bed. But at the last minute she decided to go down the hall, just to see if the picture was where she thought it would be. She wasted no time scurrying to Luke's office. She didn't even look behind her to see if he was awake. He wouldn't be. He was snoring when she left the bedroom.

She knew which drawers held the club pictures and which one held the more private ones. This one, the one of the actress, would most definitely be with the private ones. It surprised her he didn't keep this door locked, but then again, he probably wasn't expecting anybody to dig through his office, especially at three thirty in the morning.