Chapter Nineteen

 

 

 

Ashton paused the video clip with Commander Bryson’s face caught in the moment of his ecstasy. Fury, a cold dark emotion that always reminded him of drowning, made his limbs tremble. He resisted the urges building in his bones. I will not break the computer. I will not rip the cords from the wall. I will not throw the monitor against the window. After several minutes of controlled breathing, he could see Bryson for what he was. A man taking what a woman was willing to give.

From the way they had spent the night, Sara had given Bryson everything she should have given him. Is it the drug? Is it the bond Duke thought he created? He reached over and shifted the mouse to start the feed again. Or is it simply a man fucking a whore? It didn’t matter. Sara Stevens was his. But now, he’d give her to his men, let them take her until she knew no one would be able to save her. Then, when she is at her lowest, I will show her how low she still has to go.

He picked up his cell and made the call. The laptop they’d so carelessly left open would keep recording for him, but he wanted this over. Finding them again would be easy, but he needed this over. It’s time to move forward. Time to bait the trap and ensure it snaps down on them. Commander Bryson would be the first to go. He couldn’t live. Not after touching the woman. He needed to die, in front of her, too. Feeling immensely better, he drew in a deep breath, the chill of cold water filling his lungs dissipating.

All will be well. Bryson will be dead. Stevens will be here. After she’s treated to what life is like as a whore, what I’ll teach her will be a reward.

 

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The first blush of dawn colored the sky when William woke Sara. She rolled over onto her stomach, not ready to face the day after the sex they’d had last night. Shocking her, he gave her light smack on the butt. She ignored the quick rush she got from that and the man hovering over her. Parts of her that she’d forgotten, roared into fully alert. But that didn’t mean she was indulging them. Now that it was daylight, she had to face the fact that not only had she been right about William Bryson—he was the best lover she’d ever had. But he was also capable of making her do things she’d only fantasized about. Namely, having sex the entire night.

“Lazy bones, up or I’ll assume this means you want some more.” He gave her another gentle spank, this one with a lingering caress of her butt that shouldn’t have turned her on, but did. His warm breath tickled her nape. She shivered and he chuckled, making it even worse. “I bet you want the more, mmm?”

She giggled but didn’t hold back from arching her butt to his hips for the evidence of what made his voice so deep. Sure enough, his erection pressed hard against her, ample proof that he was ready to make good on that threat.

With another low laugh, he kissed her jaw then pushed up from his hands and left the bed.

“Better get up before we’re late.”

“Late?” She rolled back over. Of course, he was shaved, combed and dressed. The tight ash-gray T-shirt was mouthwatering on him. It highlighted his broad shoulders, heavy chest and flat stomach. It didn’t help to hide the bulge he had under his faded jeans either. God, a man like this should be illegal. She knew for a fact he didn’t wear boxers or briefs. The memory of that made sweat chill her forearms.

“Tender?” The question was sweet, especially since she was clearly checking him out. She dragged her eyes up to his face and felt another shiver of excitement when he had to lift his gaze from her chest. No doubt the sheet wasn’t hiding how tight and hard her nipples had grown. If he was shocked at her morning-after-bed-head, he didn’t indicate it. In fact, she thought a bit of a flush colored his high cheekbones and his eyes glowed with a wicked intense heat she knew by now meant he was considering all kinds of kinky things to do with her, to her, with her…the list was long. He grinned. “Is that a no?”

“Well, maybe it’s me thinking that a round ten can wait a while, at least until I brush my teeth.”

His smile grew. With a wicked gleam in his eyes, he swooped down and pinned her to the bed and kissed her. There wasn’t time to worry over bad breath with the man, he drove into her mouth with the same amazing results as last night. She got hot. Supernova hot. The way he slid his tongue along hers, exploring her teeth, her mouth, her as deeply as he could, did things to her she couldn’t control. She lifted her legs and circled his hips, grinding against his hard on. Her clit shot a burst of pleasure upward and sounds she never knew she could make erupted from her.

William pulled up slowly, sucking on her bottom lip then driving back in before breaking the kiss. His eyes were hectic with the passion she knew had to be reflected back at him from hers. She wanted him desperately, not just this, the hard proof he wanted her, but…more. I can’t fall for him. I can’t…

“More like round six, but we can hold off, at least until we check that fantasy of yours off on the drive.” At his reference to her giving him a blow job, he winked. The next second he was off her, and tugging the covers with him.

The chill and realization there would be no morning sex was shocking. William froze at the foot of the bed, and with a deep groan he rubbed a hand over his hair. Well, he likes what he sees, doesn’t he? So why get me hot, why be hard and not have sex?

She wasn’t a shy person. Not with as many men as she’d met wanting her for only a night in bed—it kind of burned off her insecurities. Is that all this is? A night of amazing sex? If so, she was hot, his fault, and after last night, she wanted more.

She stretched slowly on her side, arms above her head, making sure to arch her spine so her breasts were displayed and her ass highlighted. When she slowly sat up she found herself yanked to her feet and pressed to William’s warm body. It didn’t hurt, but he did it so fast she was breathless with a sliver of fright.

“That kind of thing will get you and me both in trouble. Now, the men are ready to go. We’re going to be, as well. Get dressed. Otherwise I might throw you down on that bed and make you scream.”

“I like screaming.”

“Woman.”

She liked the way he’d growled that. She also realized something else. She liked pushing him. She liked the slightly frightening tension. He was such a man, such a hardcore guy, she knew he was used to being in charge. Last night he’d certainly proved that. Not once had she been allowed to do anything other than orgasm. What about that wouldn’t I like? Waking up and having it just be that, sex, nothing more. The doubts made her antsy. Being ready for sex then denied made her even more so.

“Go dress. Now.”

“Don’t boss me, William Bryson.” She shoved his chest. He moved a fraction. She waltzed by him, sure to give him a full view of what he wasn’t going to have on her way to the teeny tiny bathroom.

He walked by a second later chuckling in a low and husky tone. The sound made her skin goosebump. She had an idea she might regret those words but for some reason that made her shiver even harder. Her reflection in the bathroom mirror was shocking. Her hair was tousled, but her cheeks glowed and her eyes were bright with excitement. She glowed like a woman who’d had incredible sex. I did.

She gathered her hair up around her face and turned her head this way and that. There were a few small red marks on her neck, but nothing that would show. She felt them. She felt…different. Before William and after…

He was an amazing lover, so of course, the sex had been off the charts. But she had a sense he held back, or maybe not held back, she considered the slight tenderness of her pussy and smiled. But maybe he hadn’t done things last night he’d had in mind. If so, she was game, because she felt more alive and sexier than she ever had in her life. If it’s more than sex… If it was, she wouldn’t mind being tender all over if the cause was his love making. Even dancing at the burlesque hadn’t made her feel as sexy as she did when William groaned out a clearly impressive orgasm from making love to her. Or her giving him head. And if it was just sex? She considered her expression. The excitement dimmed but was still there. It felt as if she’d known William a long time, when really she didn’t know him at all. He showed up, he said to see how I was, he brought me my car, he wants, no scratch, had sex with me… Maybe there is more…

She washed up, brushed her teeth, and was just finishing with her hair when he knocked. All the confusion vanished as if she’d washed away as well. At least he’s polite. She moved to the side to open the small door inward. William took up the entire hallway. He offered her a cup of coffee and got his fill of her naked body. “Clothes?”

“They’re back there.” She took the coffee and inhaled the aroma. He’d put vanilla creamer in it and with the first taste, she forgave him some of his bossiness. The issue of morning sex still needed to be dealt with, though. “Thank you.”

“Clothes. You’re killing me.”

“Not yet, I’m not.” She heard his low growl behind her and had an idea that pushing William was going to end up with her getting that morning sex after all. And maybe, just maybe it might eclipse last night. A little breathless now, she still couldn’t help but bend over to pick up her bag from the floor, could she? The low groan behind her was thrilling, so was the peek over her shoulder at him.

Every muscle in his body was tensed from his neck down his hard chest to the bulge she could clearly make out under his broken-in jeans. He took two fast strides and her coffee was taken away. He placed it down on something near them that had no importance, because William unbuttoning his jeans then pulling his thick erection out made nothing else matter.

Without a word, he mashed her to the wall and kissed her. At the same time, he fed her his cock in hard, desperate lunges. It would have hurt, except just like last night, he touched her and she was soaking wet and ready for him. He was so thick she couldn’t take him all at once, but that didn’t matter, not when he kept driving upward with such sexy groans.

“Sara, open for me.”

“I’m trying. You’re so big.” He was also bare. Hot flesh was so different than a man in a condom. It’d shocked her last night, but she’d been so turned on, she’d been unable to stop him. Now, the feel of his body, his naked penis was necessary. “So hot, God, William, we need…we need condoms.” Even as she whispered it, she knew she never wanted him to wear one. “But, God, it feels so good. So hot.”

He laughed painfully and cupped her ass harder. “Angel, this doesn’t feel good.” He pushed deeper and voice filled with passion, he whispered, “It feels perfect.”

Finally, his pelvis rubbed hers. His jeans rubbed against her, too. So did his soft, warm T-shirt. The fact he was completely dressed, while she was naked had her nearly climaxing.

He ground upward, rolling his hips when he did. His erection hit places she never knew were sensitive. She sobbed when he tilted his hips and nudged her repeatedly. It was so good. Having William inside her bordered on painful, but it teetered on that point where she wasn’t sure which was better, the gratifying fullness of having him at last or the frighteningly way he spread her. Whatever it was, he made her whimper and suck along his jaw desperate for more of him. His skin tasted good, salty and musky with whatever aftershave he used. As she devoured him, he kept fucking her, giving her rough kisses along her collarbone and down to where her breasts were mashed to his chest.

“Oh, God, that’s so good.” She cried out louder when he sucked on her nipple. He did it again and her climax built preparing to explode.

“Don’t come. Don’t you dare,” he rasped, shocking her. He slid out, and shoved up along her pussy but not inside where she needed him. But the warm wetness added another layer of excitement against her clit, so did his rough tone. “Not yet, angel, not after that teasing little display.”

That wasn’t explained until he kept her there, tight to his body and the wall as he stroked every inch of her he could reach. As if that weren’t enough, he licked her neck and jaw, giving her hot, hard kisses mixed with more gentle ones all the way to her nipples again. The way he pulled on them, the way his hot mouth surrounded and drew on them as if he knew exactly how to drive her insane was too much. She was going to lose her mind. She tried to force him to do something, anything by grinding up and down his cock. A low chuckle was all she got. She felt tight, tense in ways she’d never felt before. Her body ached, almost as if she’d masturbated for days with no release. She needed him to move. Now!

“William! Oh, God, fuck me and stop playing games!”

“Ah, yes, that, that’s what I wanted to hear.”

His words weren’t reassuring. Neither was the way he turned with her in his arms and tossed her onto the bed. She landed on her back but was flipped over then hauled backwards by her butt until she was on her hands and knees. Without any warning, he shoved forward, filling her with a long, slow lunge. She fisted the sheets as she spread for every inch of him. It was so good she couldn’t keep in the pleasure. She sounded like a wild animal.

He pulled from her, then dove in with such power, she was forced up the bed. After only a few of those mind-blowing moves, she collapsed forward. William pulled her back into position with a roughness that thrilled her. He dove in, taking her harder and harder, his hands holding her firmly—one on her hip and the other by a fistful of her hair.

“William!” It was so sexy—so wild—she tried to meet his strokes. He stopped her by pulling free. She let out a cry she’d never made before in her life. It sounded like his name.

Instead of continuing, William chuckled, then pressed against her, panting into her neck. “I need a second.”

A second? She wanted to wail again, but bit her lip. His cock was a hot, heavy presence on her lower back—along with every other inch of him. Somewhere along the way he’d lost his T-shirt. The realization thrilled her. But she was intimately aware of the slick column warming her butt because she wanted that particular part of him back inside her, giving her the release she could feel aching along her nerve endings.

“William! Stop playing around. Fuck me!” Astounded she’d said that—aloud—she was even more stunned to him his chuckle again.

“None of that, Sara. I’m in charge. You want to come?”

“Yes, Oh, God, stop teasing me!”

He rubbed his whisker-rough jaw along hers and teased her with a thrust along her butt. “I’ll make you come, angel, but my way. My way.” He edged back so he was kneeling behind her. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed with the thought of what he could see—her on her hands and knees, her butt up, his big, fat cock resting along it… It was so erotic she was trembling and he hadn’t even moved yet. The position was dominant but his grip on her was gentle. She nearly orgasmed.

“Nu-uh, Sara.”

She shoved backward, getting more than she bargained for when he slammed inside her with one hard thrust. It was good, so perfect she trembled on the brink. His low laugh frightened her, so did the way he pulled free. Before she could protest, he got to his feet behind her, holding her tightly by her ass. He pressed the head against the lips of her pussy but held there, breathing rapidly but steadily and worse, not moving. She didn’t tell him what to do, not again. But she had to bit her lip to stop.

When she didn’t move, he slid his hand along her spine to her shoulder then into her hair to lightly gather it in his hand to draw her head back. Then, and only when she cried his name again, did he slowly feed her more. She squirmed, unable to keep still at the slow, steady way he moved.

“God, if you could see how your pussy takes my cock. How it opens, hungry for it.”

She shivered, so turned on by his rumbled words she couldn’t bear it.

“Your ass. Damn, woman.” He squeezed the side of her butt and made an appreciative grunt of pleasure as his hips smacked into her. “Jesus, I could fuck your ass every day and still want more.” His pulled free and thrust up along her butt.

“Don’t you dare!”

His laughter was anything but reassuring. “Come on, angel, you should know better than to dare me. Think how hot it’d be. You, all spread open, that tiny hole tight around my cock. You’d come so hard…”

She shuddered, almost too lost to do more than let him do whatever he wanted to her. “Not anal. Not a chance,” she managed.

His laughter was the opposite of reassuring. “You want to come?”

“Yes! Of course, but not that way!”

“Don’t move,” he cooed in her ear. He pulled free but before she could say a word, he surged back so hard she gasped. He murmured her name, gripping her hips, as he plowed in and out. His balls smacked her flesh, brushing along her clit with a shock of pleasure. The caress of his jeans on her butt made her feel so naughty, so incredibly sexy she bit her lip to keep in the excitement. “Just like this, that’s how I’d take your ass. Just like this, hard and fast so you loved it as much as this.”

Her orgasm hovered nearer. She thought wildly she would probably love anal with him, but he didn’t press the issue again. He stayed there, hunched over her almost like a cowboy riding a bull, bucking into her harder and harder with his hands holding her in place as he rode her. His abandoned groans of pleasure only made it hotter. With a rush, her climax soared and took her as hard as William.

It went on and on, each hard thrust built it until she thought she’d pass out. With a loud groan, William lunged into her harder than ever, held himself there, then with a suddenness that toppled her on her front, he pulled free.

Seconds later his cum heated her hips and butt. Breathing hard above her, he groaned through the pleasure while she tried to survive the echo of her own pleasure. With one more rough sounding grunt, he fell back on his knees. She weakly rolled over.

He was naked from the waist up, but it was his wet erection hanging from his open jeans that made her heart flutter. He’s like some kind of Playgirl cover model. He grimaced and burst the image by tugging the sheet over to clean himself. It was so…manly, she laughed.

He grinned and bent over and kissing her lips, wiped the sheet on her front as he did. “You’re going to need a shower again, eh?”

She giggled, too caught by him to do more. “I need a snack, a shower and you again, I think.”

“Woman.” He groaned the word and she took it as a compliment that he was still huge and hard when he tucked himself away. He must have seen her smile because he hung his head and brushed a kiss to her breast. “Get dressed. The crew is ready.”

She caught his hand and pulled and he came back down. His gaze turned serious and he would have spoken, but she lifted and kissed him. “Thank you.”

He reared back. “‘Thank you’? Hell, woman, you don’t thank a man for losing his shit six or seven times on you.”

“Shit? That’s gross, I—”

“I meant—”

“I meant, well, I…you helped it all go away. All this.” She wrapped the sheet around her body as she spoke, not making herself clear she thought until he caught her hand, stopping her.

“I’m here, Sara. I’m not letting anyone near you.”

She wished she could believe that. “I know. Better get showered. Does it work?” She kept her tone light, but she could see he wasn’t completely buying it. They smelled like sex. She wondered if he would clean up.

“Sure. This is top of the line.”

She shook her head at that. “Okay, but I want more coffee.”

“You shower and dress and I’ll take care of the rest.”

She had a sense he wasn’t talking about the coffee. Her pussy tingled at how well he took care of the rest. No doubt he’d make it tingle again, too. She shut the bathroom door, not really interested in the coffee or the shower. Can sex be addictive? I think sex with William Bryson is going to be.