“Yager.”
“Neecy.”
“Whatever you’re planning…forget it.”
“Forget what, Lawrence?” He sat down on the bed beside her. “This?” His right index finger circled around one of her hard nipples. “Or this?” He moved to her other nipple and did the same thing. “Or maybe you mean this.” He lowered his head and wrapped his lips around her nipple, sucking hard.
Neecy’s back arched as her hands gripped the metal bars behind her. The man didn’t play remotely fair. This was not fair. No way.
“Dammit, Yager!”
He released her nipple and leaned forward to lick the skin of her collarbone.
“Come to my house, Neecy. I promise we’ll have fun. You and me in that big house with so many positions to try.”
“This isn’t fair.”
“Nope.”
“This is blackmail.”
“Yup.”
He pulled away from her and Neecy let out a shuddering breath. She knew he wasn’t done; she just had no idea what to expect. For some unknown reason, when it came to her, the man was ruthless. She knew loan sharks less relentless.
She caught her lip between her teeth as Yager slowly pulled the sheet off her lap.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
Must be all the tattoos and gunshot scars. She tugged again at her bonds.
“Forget it, Lawrence. You’re not going anywhere until I let you loose. I hope I remember where I put that key.” He shrugged. “Anyway, you might as well relax.” He stood up and moved around the bed. She watched as he stretched out next to her, his head propped up with one hand. The other hand completely free to do…whatever.
He stared at her for a long time, then said, “You’re trapped here, Lawrence.
Bound here. You’re helpless and all you can do is rely on me and my good nature. What will I do with you for the next few hours?”
How the hell the man knew those words would turn her into a volcano, she’d never know. And he didn’t stop. He just kept going down that darkest-‐desires path, and she hated him for it. Because he made it feel so…okay. At least with him.
“Right now you’re all mine to do anything I want with. Your body belongs to me.” His fingers caressed her breasts, her stomach, her neck, but he didn’t go any lower. She wanted to squirm, but she also didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he’d gotten to her.
“Come with me next weekend, Neecy.”
“It’s…it’s,” she let out a long shudder as his fingers squeezed her nipple. “…a really bad idea. And you know it.”
Because what if she never wanted to leave? What if she wanted to stay there forever letting Will Yager take care of her while fucking her unconscious? She’d never been one of those “please take care of me” women, and she wasn’t about to start now.
He sat up. “That’s not the response I want, Lawrence.” While one hand played with one breast, he lowered his mouth to the other.
Neecy’s body shook under the sensual assault.
“Too bad. That’s the only one you’re getting.”
She felt his lips curve into a smile around her hot flesh as he released her breast and began kissing his way down her chest and stomach. Gritting her teeth, Neecy watched as Yager slowly pulled her legs apart and hooked them over his shoulders.
He leaned against her thigh, his nose rubbing her crotch. He looked up at her and she gave a short shake of her head. “No.” Just from experience she knew what the man could do with unlimited time, his tongue, and her pussy at his disposal. He could easily have her committing to marriage and a garden wedding if she didn’t stop him now. At least when he fucked her she rarely spoke…simply because she was too busy just holding on.
He lowered his mouth to her pussy and Neecy’s entire body clenched. “Wait!”
Yager stopped and looked up at her.
“Okay, Yager. I’ll go. I’ll go. But just for the weekend. That’s it.”
“Good. Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”
Then the son of a bitch went ahead and stuck that amazing tongue inside her pussy anyway. Neecy practically ripped the bed frame apart as her entire body arched right off the mattress.
Yager licked her clit a few times, then suckled it between his lips. Neecy’s legs tightened around his neck, her body writhing desperately until he abruptly pulled away. “Sorry about that. Just couldn’t help myself.”
Neecy opened her eyes as Yager got to his knees. He still had her legs on his shoulders and didn’t seem in any rush to remove them. Good thing she was relatively flexible.
He grabbed a condom off the bedside table and quickly rolled it on.
“Tied or loose?”
Neecy looked away from Yager, but only for a moment. She trusted him. With her body, she would always trust him. “Tied.”
His cock actually jerked at that. On a shuddering breath, he said, “You got it, baby.”
Slipping his hands under her ass, he lifted her a bit until his cock rested at the entrance of her pussy. She stared, fascinated. He did have the most beautiful cock, even when encased in latex.
“Look at me, Neecy.”
Grudgingly, she pulled her eyes away from her prize and up to his face. That’s when he rammed home. They both gasped as Yager pulled her closer, resting his face against her neck. “Goddamn, Neecy. You’re fuckin’ drenched.”
“Your fault,” she gasped.
Yager gave a short laugh while he kissed her neck. “Tell me what you want, baby.”
“Move, Yager. Fuck me.”
He bit her neck, which caused her to whimper. “You know the magic word, baby. Say it and I’ll fuck ya raw.”
She licked her lips and tightened her legs against his shoulders. “Will. Fuck me, Will.”
He laughed low, his fingers digging deep into her hips and ass. “Good girl,” he growled as he slammed into her. Over and over he buried his cock into her.
Relentless, brutal…delightful. And being unable to control him and what he did to her, being able to trust someone that much—it drove her insane. Her body shaking and sweating. Her pussy holding on to him with a vicious grip. All of it was sending her over the edge. She was losing herself inside Yager. Again.
His tongue slid around her ear, then in it. “Being inside you, Neecy,” he whispered desperately, “It feels fuckin’ amazing.”
And just like that, she came. Her entire body clenched around him, her pussy snapping around his cock like a vise. Yager groaned but kept going. “You’re not going to make me come that easy, Lawrence. We’ve got all day to fuck just like this…it’s Sunday!” he cheered.
If Neecy wasn’t still coming, she would have laughed.
Didi stopped by Neecy’s room and found she hadn’t returned. She didn’t bother calling her. She knew the girl was probably pussy-‐deep in Yager.
Good for her ! And a long time coming.
Didi headed toward the stairs. She planned on getting some shopping in before the snow hit. The news kept predicting blizzards or snowstorms or whatever the hell they had in this part of the country any day now. Of course, they’d been saying that since the beginning of January.
Already planning her day’s shopping, Didi barely noticed her bedroom door was open. She stopped at the top of the stairs, pausing for a moment. Turning around, she walked back to her room and pushed the door open.
“Banana?”
Crossing her arms over her chest, “Why do you always try to give me fruit?”
“I find it’s a nice ice breaker.”
Stepping into her room, Didi casually kicked the door closed with her foot.
Exactly how many times would a person find a god lying on their bed, reading their Penthouse Forum?
“Comfortable?” While Skuld only communicated with the team leaders by giving them sudden and random information, she insisted on physically visiting the Gathering leaders. Didi just never knew when or how.