The Love He Craves (The Love She Craves: Selling Her Soul to Declan Book 2) (15 page)

“Oh my God,” Declan said, suddenly withdrawing. “My mouth and lips are on fire.”

Nyxie chuckled slightly. “Welcome to my world? What kind of chili pepper was that?”

“I think it was a Serrano.”

“No wonder. Wouldn’t a jalapeño have been hot enough?”

“I-I just grabbed the smallest one they had. I didn’t realize it was so hot.”

He spooned a bite of yogurt into his mouth and another into Nyxie’s. He opened his mouth after swallowing and began fanning with his hand. “Oh my God!”

She tried to tamp down her smile. “I guess you got bit in the butt by your own punishment.”

“That wasn’t a punishment.” But even as he said it, he knew he was lying. Although he had not consciously thought to punish her with the hot chili, there was part of him that had been amused and reveled at the thought of giving it to her. He had told himself that he wanted to see if she would react to the burning capsaicin with as little acknowledgement as she did to punishment. In truth, he’d been mad and hurt by her rejection and he wanted to hurt her back. Cruelty was not a trait he had ever acknowledged in himself, but there were times when he had made fun of something stupid someone had said. He justified it by saying he didn’t do it to their face, but he knew there were times when his comments had gotten back to the person.

“You’re so beautiful when you cry,” he said, after a couple more bites of yogurt began to cool his mouth. “You are like an orchid wilted in the heat. I just want to tend to you until you recover.”

A myriad of expressions crossed Nyxie’s face. Her eyebrows rose in the middle and her head tilted to one side. “I love you too.”

With a chuckle, he leaned in and kissed her. “Is that what I said?”

“Isn’t it?”

Chapter 13

Declan placed his hand in the middle of her chest and applied pressure until her back and arms rested on the cushions, one foot trapped uncomfortably under her bottom. Nyxie barely noticed anything besides the onslaught of passion as his lips met hers and he kissed her. Her mouth still felt hot in the afterglow of the pepper, but the burn had waned from red-hot fire to burning coals.

Her clitoris ached with need, the ointment inflaming the whole area with pent-up longing. When she thrust her hips forward, trying to grind against him to find the stimulation she craved, her glutes tightened around the plug in her anus. Although she had become more accustomed to its placement, the movement drew her attention. She moaned into his mouth.

“Beg me to fuck you, Nyxie. Beg me to put my dick inside your dripping wet pussy and make you come. I know you’re dying for it.”

She fought the cuffs holding her arms behind her back. If only she could get free, she could push down his boxer briefs, and his cock would strain against her sex. Wouldn’t that show him she wanted him without saying the words? When it was apparent her efforts proved useless, she planted her free foot on the carpet and lifted her pelvis trying to reach him, to ride the bulge in the front of his underwear.

He straightened his legs enough to maintain the distance between them. “Not until you admit you’re a horny little slut,” he said, dragging his mouth from hers. “Not until you beg for my cock to fuck you hard and fast.”

His attention moved down and he unhooked the top closure on the corset to access her breasts fully. His hands and mouth roughly assaulted the small mounds of flesh. Every bite and lick left capsaicin on her flesh, and her nipples swelled under the burning sensation.

“God!” she gasped. Her breasts felt abraded by the heat and the way he scraped her nipples between his teeth. It was nearly too much. Only her pride kept her from begging as the pain that she embraced, became the most intense pleasure.

Ragged breaths lifted her chest rapidly, her body writhing with want.

He grabbed her face in one hand, unyieldingly but not so tight that it caused her pain. “Look at me,” he demanded.

She had been so lost in his onslaught, that she hadn’t remembered closing her eyes. Her lids lifted as his hand shook her face slightly, as if to gain her attention.

“If you come before I have given you permission, you will be going home exactly the way you are now. I won’t even remove the cuffs from your arms so you can unlock your front door. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir,” she said, her labored breathing slowing.

She understood all too well. He was going to keep up his sexual seduction until she gave in to his wishes, called herself that horrible name and pleaded for him, or until she could not help but come. Her lips trembled as she fought her pride.

As his hand left her face, he lowered his mouth onto the darkened bud of her breast and sucked hard. When it became unbearable, she gasped, and her shoulder lifted from the sofa to ease the pull.

He released the suction, stroking the pearl with his tongue before leaving that breast. “Good girl,” he praised, and kissed her lips again.

Turning his attention to her other breast, Nyxie relaxed back into the sofa and tried to figure out why he praised her. It seemed so rare that she met his expectations, that she replayed the moments in her head, until she realized that she had reacted to pain in a way that he could read. A slight smile dimpled one cheek as she basked in his approval.

It only lasted for a few seconds before his hand slipped into her folds. Her breathing amped up as she fought not to give into the slippery friction on her clit.

“Say it, Onyx. We both know it already. You only have to admit it.”

Nyxie’s whole face contorted as tears filled her eyes and she fought the last shred of dignity she owned. Of all the horrible things Nyxie knew about herself and where she came from, she had always been proud of the fact that she had grown out of her teen years without the reputation that followed the other females in her family. But every time she reached between her legs to self-medicate her hormonal itch, she had known she had just found a safe way to give in to the urges that had labeled others as lacking morals.

“I’m a not a good girl, sir,” she cried. “I’m a horny little slut like my mother and sister. Please, fuck me. Put your beautiful cock inside me and fuck me hard, the way I deserve.”

The tears ran down her temples into her hair, but Declan’s body reacted as it always did when she cried. His cock hardened into steel. When he lifted his body from hers and quickly stood up to divest himself of his underwear, Nyxie managed to free the leg folded beneath her body.

“Not until I tell you,” he said, in that way that made her want to please him.

He lowered his mouth to her folds, his tongue bringing her to the brink in seconds. Unlike when the capsaicin made her breasts feel raw, her vulva began burning in earnest. She didn’t know if it was because the skin was different there or because the ointment he had put on earlier was reacting with it, but it was almost unbearable.

“Sir!” she shrieked, knowing she was on the verge of climaxing. She didn’t want to disobey him.

Declan withdrew immediately. With his hand on her hip, he rolled her on her side and slapped her ass cheek with a stinging blow. He let her fall back to her backside and returned his attention to the place that was the center of her world at that moment.

Nyxie didn’t know if the spank had been meant as punishment, pleasure or distraction. It felt like all three to her. As twisted as it might seem, it felt like love to her. The initial sharp smack mellowed into radiating heat, radiating love. She hoped it left a bruise so she could look at it in the days before his next call, and could revisit this moment.

His fingers entered her as his tongue lapped hungrily at her swollen nub. She hoped her long moan conveyed both her pleasure and how tortured she felt by her difficulty to postpone the inevitable. With the added stimulation of the butt plug, she felt incredibly full, much like the first time he had penetrated her.

As his fingers curled forward, the sensation sent her to the edge. “No!” she cried to her traitorous body, her hands forming fists behind her back as she struggled to free herself. She bucked her hips in an attempt to dislodge him. “Stop!”

He froze, removing his fingers. “Excuse me?”

The tone of his voice unnerved her, as she tried to figure out what she had done wrong. Fuck. Not only had she told him what to do, but also, she hadn’t call him
sir
.

“I’m sorry, sir. You told me I couldn’t come without permission. What else could I do?”

“You fight it, or you start begging me to let you come. Or better yet, you trust your Dom.”

Nyxie fought her conflicting emotions. She wanted to please him by doing everything according to his rules, but no matter what she did, she screwed it up; she seemed incapable of making him happy.

“Do you want me to go home?”

He shook his head. “If I didn’t want you here, I wouldn’t have invited you over,” he said. “I will make this easy on you, and I will tell you when to beg me.”

“Please, don’t make me go home like this,” she said, certain that she would orgasm whether she meant to or not. Would he know if she tried to fake
not
having an orgasm? Was that
a thing
?

“Ultimately, it’s your body, your orgasm. You control it…or maybe I should say, you should make an effort to control it.”

How could she explain that when she was with him, she had no control, that he so overwhelmed her, that she was helpless to stop her body from reacting?

Declan kissed her gently. “I’m going to help you,” he said. “We are going to bring you up and then back off. Then we’re going to do it again and again.”

“Why? Why can’t I just come? It’s not as if you have to stop because I finished.”

Declan threw his hands up in the air in frustration. “Because, Nyxie, when my dick feels your tight little vagina pulsating around it, it sends me over the edge. Men aren’t like women. We can’t keep going forever. We need time to recover.”

She looked up at him wide-eyed, not understanding the issue. “So what’s the problem? We both get ours.”

“The problem is, I only get to see my new wife every now and then, and I get to fuck her even less. And when I am inside her, I actually feel as though maybe she does love me. Sorry, if my desire to prolong
that
, inconveniences you.”

If her hands hadn’t been bound, she would have reached out and touched his face. “Declan, I do love you…sir.”

His eyes narrowed at her. She wasn’t sure if he was trying to decide if it were true. He looked angry.

“Well, let’s get to the fucking, so you can get it over with.”

“Declan….”

He rotated her hip to the side and gave her a hard slap on her butt cheek. “
Sir
! It’s fucking
sir
to you. That’s the way
you
wanted it.”

He entered her fast and hard making her gasp at the sudden invasion. The sensation hit every pleasure point at once, and yet what normally sent her into undulating spasms of ecstasy, made her feel hollow.

She turned her head toward the back of the sofa, unable to look at him. For the first time, Nyxie was beginning to understand the depth of the hurt she had caused him by opting to be his submissive instead of his wife.

“Look at me,” he demanded. “At least pretend to be present.”

Her head slowly came back to center and as her tear-filled eyes blearily met his, a sob hiccupped in her chest.

Buried deep inside of her, Declan froze. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head. “Don’t be mad at me, sir. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything.”

Resting his weight on his elbows and forearms, Declan wove one hand in her hair and kissed her. “How am I supposed to fuck you hard when you look all soft and dewy? You know, I can’t resist you when you cry.”

His hips began to rotate, slowly drawing out and pumping into her in long deliberate strokes.

“Don’t hate me,” she said between kisses.

“Never.” Declan suddenly froze. “What the…?”

He pulled out completely. Looking between their bodies at his penis, his breath caught. “Jesus, I’m on fire.”

“I think we transferred some of the heat from the pepper from my mouth to yours.”

“You felt it, but you didn’t give me a head’s up?”

He looked at the empty yogurt cup and headed into the kitchen for more, cursing with every step. With the force that he opened the refrigerator, she half-expected the door to come off the hinges.

“Are you kidding me?” he yelled into the fridge. “That was the last yogurt.”

He grabbed the milk from the shelf, nearly slamming the door, as he rushed to soak a kitchen towel in the milk and apply it to the burn. “It’s not working.”

Nyxie had managed to get herself up off the couch and was now standing at the end of the counter. “No, you drink skim milk. It’s the fat in the milk that helps.”

He grabbed his cell phone, dialed a number, put it on the speaker and set it down on the counter as he looked for something else. Emily Saunders answered on the second ring.

“Stryker?” she asked.

“How do you neutralize capsaicin? I’m out of yogurt and my milk is skim.”

“What did you do, get it on your dick?” When he didn’t answer right away, Emily started laughing. “Ever think of washing your hands between handling jalapeños and pulling out your Johnson?”

“It’s my fault,” Nyxie said.

“Oh, hey Nyxie, are you guys…Oh my God, you were….”

“Do you know how to neutralize it or not?” His tone bordered on yelling.

“Citrus, dumb ass. Lemons, limes—”

“I know what citrus is. You sure that will work? It won’t spread it around?” He was back at the refrigerator in seconds.

“Yes, and since it’s external, you could try dishwashing soap, the kind with the degreaser. It’s effective too. Next time use a condom after Mexican food. At least you didn’t get it into Nyxie’s vagina.”

Declan’s head jerked up and met Nyxie’s eyes.

“I’m okay.”

“Christ, Stryker, seriously? Maybe both of you should come in and we’ll flush the area with saline. We’re not too busy. I bet we could have both of you in and out in an hour or two.”

“If this doesn’t work,” he said, pulling a pair of oranges from the crisper. “Keep this to yourself, Emily.”