I cried out when he covered my core, sucking my clit in hard, rough pulls. He growled against me, the vibrations sending tremors of pleasure through my body. His thumbs spread me open, his teeth grazing over the swollen nub,
I shook against him, digging my fingers into his head. My hips started moving against his face, riding his tongue with an undying need. “Oh God.”
He released me with a sounding smack and thrust a finger upwards, filling me to the brim. “Safeword.”
“Reed.”
“Good girl.”
I knew now that every time he asked me to repeat my safeword, it was about to get intense or he would be trying something new on me.
He thrust his finger into me slow and deep before rubbing the juices of my body over the tight spot at my rear. Parker rose to his full height and spun me around, keeping an arm wrapped tight around my upper body. His breathing was heavy. “It gets to be too much, use your safeword.”
I nodded, gripping his arm that was wrapped around me.
“Breathe with me,” he said and thrust his finger back into my trembling body. “I want you to feel me everywhere.” His thumb brushed over the puckered hole between my ass cheeks.
My head fell back against his shoulder, my breathing coming out in short bursts of air.
He replaced his thumb with a finger and pushed it into my body.
I whimpered, the burning pleasure spreading over my body. “Parker.”
“Let me in.”
I rocked against him, his hand filling me in every way possible. “Faster,” I whispered. His fingers pumped in and out of me in agonizingly slow moves. It was enough to drive me mad.
“I want you to let yourself go. Come for me, beautiful one. Let the sounds of your pleasure be music to my ears.” His hand sped up.
“Oh...” I gasped, arching against him.
A zipper lowered, sending a shiver down my spine. He chuckled in my ear. “You like the sound of that.” He replaced the touch of his fingers with the tip of his cock before pulling me back against him.
I cried out, lowering onto him, the walls of my pussy rippling over his rigid length. “Anticipation,” I finally said.
“Hmmm... Fuck me, beautiful girl.” He inserted a finger into the tight opening at my rear, pumping fast.
I pushed back against him, forcing the pleasure from both of our beings. A tingle brewed from my toes, spreading over my body before exploding into mind-blowing bliss. My voice cracked when his name left my lips on a scream.
He grunted in my ear, frantically thrusting his finger in and out of me in the same time with his cock. “You are so fucking tight. I can’t wait to fill every inch of you with my dick.”
“You feel...so...” I licked my dry lips. “Good.”
Parker pumped his finger into me one last time before releasing me. Landing a hard swat on my rear, he massaged and kneaded, swatting me again.
I moaned, my body clenching around him at the sweet delicious pain. “Use me.”
“Oh, I’m going to.” He stepped back. “One last time before we move. Strip and then follow me.”
I took off the rest of my clothes, my skin tingling with the aftereffects of my release. Parker headed down the hall, pulling off his shirt but righting his pants. I licked my lips at the mere site of his firm backside.
“Kneel,” he demanded once reaching the playroom, the room that I had called The Room of Anticipation. I was going to miss this place. So many new beginnings had happened here. New firsts, new amounts of pleasure and ecstasy that I would never forget.
“Remember what I told you.” He raised an eyebrow.
I quickly looked down. “Sorry, Sir.”
“On the bed.” He grabbed a riding crop from the wall and smacked it against the palm of his hand. Every time he did it, the sound made my heart skip a beat.
I crawled onto the bed.
“Bend over with your face pressed to the mattress and your beautiful ass in the air. Clasp your hands behind you. Oh, and Keely?”
“Yes, my love?”
“You will be bound and open for my enjoyment and my pleasure.” He gripped my hips, pushing me back onto my haunches.
“Yes, Sir.” My body trembled with the aftereffects of my orgasm. Parker brought out pleasure from places I never even thought could be enjoyable. My skin tightened in heightened awareness as he walked around the bed. His strides were determined, dominating as he captivated me from where I knelt.
“Right now, you will call me Master and nothing else. I’m going to own you in ways you’ve only read about.” His hand grazed down the length of my spine before dipping between the flesh of my rear. “I will possess your body. Take control of your mind. And heal your emotions.”
A sheen of sweat coated my skin and all I could do was wait. For the pleasure. For the delicious pain. For the fullness of his body swelling inside of me.
“Color?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over the puckered hole. He slapped the crop lightly against my ass, repeating the movements over my skin.
“Green, M-Master.”
“Good. Now breathe out when I say.”
The smacking of the crop stopped when something cold spread between my cheeks, lubricating the tight spot.
“Breathe out, angel.” Parker rubbed a hard object over the area before slowly pushing it past the barrier.
I moaned, clenching around it and let out a deep breath. The pain was warm, heating my skin as my body opened in new ways. The object finally breached past the barrier of uncomfortable, sitting deep inside my body.
“That’s my girl.” He kissed my tailbone and released me completely. “My favorite jewel. Look behind you.”
I looked over my shoulder at a mirror that he was holding and saw a large diamond resting between my ass cheeks.
He smirked and placed the mirror back on the table. “Color?”
“Green.” I swallowed hard.
He nodded once. Keeping his hand on the small of my back. “You want me to train you to be my slave. You want to let go of your mind and give me that control.”
It wasn’t a question but I responded anyways. “Yes, Master. I need it.”
“Why?” he asked, grabbing a black leather collar out of a drawer.
“Because it’s freeing.”
He grabbed my hand and quickly shackled it to the bedpost, repeating the same movements with the other one. “I enjoy seeing you bound, helpless to my touch.”
I pulled on the restraints, waiting.
“We will go slow. This isn’t something that happens overnight. You understand that, right, angel?”
I nodded. “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl. Now first thing.” He came around the side to my head and brushed a hand down my cheek in a loving caress. “My beautiful one.”
I smiled but kept my eyes downcast. I was determined to learn.
Parker placed the collar around my throat. “This will be your training collar. You will wear this 24/7. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.” My heart sped up. I found myself excited to see what the collar looked like.
A lock clicked into place, jarring me from my thoughts. “Right now, I’m going to fuck you. Then I’ll please your curiosity.”
I drew in a breath when I felt Parker push into my core. The added stretch from the jewel in my rear, seemed to grow as he inched into my body. I cried out, pulling on the shackles that had me bound, arching my back.
The jewel started moving as Parker pulled it in and out of my body. When he was bottomed out deep inside me, he matched the movements of the jewel with the deep thrusts of his cock.
The slight burn turned into a tingle of pleasure as it spread over my body. I gasped for breath, the ecstasy erupting into insurmountable amounts of bliss. “Oh God. Parker.”
He gripped my hips, digging his fingers into the flesh of my rear. The fullness of his length mixed with the heavy weight of the jewel exploded my nerve endings into extreme pleasure.
“Feel me
,” he growled, slamming his hips against my ass.
“I do. God, I do.”
He towered over me, pushing me into the mattress. He gripped my hair, sticking his fingers in my mouth and tilted my head back. Breathing hard against my neck, his body powered into me with such force, it made me come in seconds. He grunted with satisfaction. “You like me seated deep inside of you?”
I nodded, licking and sucking on his fingers.
He reached between us and slowly pulled out the jewel.
A moan escaped me, my body trembling from my previous release. “Master,” I whispered.
“What, pet?”
Before I could even hesitate, I said the one word that would allow him access to parts of my body that have never been given to anyone. One word that would change the physical pleasure I already knew. “More.”
MONTH had passed since we brought Devin down. Although he wouldn’t be able to hurt anyone any more directly, he still had people working for him. I remembered when I was with him years ago, something had told me that there was more to him than he showed. I knew him probably better than anyone else but did we actually truly know each other? We all had secrets. At least one skeleton in our closet that we didn’t want to share for sake of being judged or worse.
After everything that had happened, Parker and I stayed in a hotel until our new house was built. We were in no rush and could take as much time as needed, as long as we never had to step foot into somewhere that Devin had tainted.
One afternoon while Parker was at work, my dad came to visit me. We had talked on the phone regularly and spent as much time together as possible but I could sense that it would take a long while before he truly felt safe.
“Everything alright?” my dad asked me after I let him into the large penthouse suite.
“It’s getting there,” I answered, following him to the couch. “How are you doing?”
He shrugged, playing with a loose string on his jeans.
My stomach twisted with anxiety and I inched closer to him. Hooking my arm around his, I leaned my head against his shoulder. “Don’t let guilt consume you.”
He let out a shaky breath, grabbing my hand in his. “I know we’ve talked. I know we’ve talked to the police. But I…I just feel like you and I haven’t talked like we should.”
I looked up at him, frowning. “What do you mean? You’ve already told me how sorry you are.”
“But it’s not enough,” he snapped.
My back bristled and I pulled away.
“I’m so sorry, sweet pea.” He scrubbed a hand down his face before meeting my gaze. “They’re only words. God, Keely…my darling daughter.”
Tears burned my eyes, threatening to escape. Swallowing past the lump in my throat, I coughed a couple of times, forcing back the impending sob fest. “Daddy, please stop blaming yourself.”
He glanced away. “Parker told me everything. He told me what Devin did to you.” He turned to me, his eyes cold and swirling with a rage I had never seen in him before. “Keely, if I would have known…” He swallowed hard.
I shook my head. “You couldn’t have done anything. Both you and Parker need to remember that. Devin is a monster. He is the sole reason for all of my nightmares.” I grabbed my dad’s hand, squeezing it tight. “But with the help from Parker and now you, I will heal. We all will.”
“But it’s not enough. I should have been there for you. I should have known. You were a little girl, wrapped up in the clutches of an evil man. God, he was just a kid too!” A lonely tear rolled down my dad’s cheek.
“I should have come to you and mom but I didn’t know how.” A sob escaped me, crashing into me like a tidal wave. “But…” I hiccupped. “Devin scared me. He still does. He said he would hurt you. I believed him. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”
My dad pulled me into his arms, hugging me tight again him.
We sat there, huddled together for what felt like hours. No words were said. No movement between either of us. We just held each other like we needed to. If only my mom was there. If only she was alive. She would make this better. She was always the head strong one. She was always the one to take care of us.
“I miss your mother,” he said softly, taking the thought right out of my mind.
“I do too.” I wiped the tears from under my eyes, sniffling and crying some more. The pain seared its way into my heart. Everything that had happened over the past couple of months, finally hitting me like a ton of bricks. The guilt. Shame. Agony. All of it threatened to control us. To take over our lives.
“I’m sorry about Troy’s boyfriend,” my dad finally said, breaking the heavy silence.
“Same here.” I took a couple deep cleansing breaths and sat back. “But he has Colin and Jones. They’ll help him.” And they had been. Troy was finally starting to smile. Even though his eyes still showed the dark pain of losing his love, he was slowly starting to come back. He would forever miss Patrick and would love him unconditionally until it was his time, but with Colin’s help, he could heal.
“I heard you and Troy got in a fight.”
I scoffed. That was an understatement. “We’re good now. With time, we’ll be even better.” Looked like we all had some guilt to get over.
“Thank you,” my dad said. “For being you. For being strong. For not hating me.”
“I could never hate you. I’m just glad that you are alive after all of this time. I never…I never thought I would see you again so I guess Devin did something right.” I cringed at those words.
My dad grunted. “He kept me alive only to make me hack for him.” He swore under his breath. “I’m just glad that Agent Cross was able to wipe away my records.”
I nodded. “So am I.” The good agent, although a dick at times, did as we had requested of him. After the showdown at Devin’s hotel, we had spent many hours of talking to the police, Cross, and everyone else it felt like. It took a week for them to get all of our statements. Cross was much nicer, not like in the beginning. Parker had wanted to let his wife know about the special treatment Cross’ informants received but I put a stop to that.
“So now what?” my dad asked, interrupting my thoughts.
“Well…” I sighed. “We move on. We heal. We spend as much time together as possible without driving each other insane.”
He laughed, a full on belly laugh that made me smile. “I like that idea.”
“Me too, daddy.”
“I love you, sweet pea,” he said, his voice thick.
“I love you, too,” I whispered. Fresh tears stung my eyes but this time, it was because I was in fact happy. I had my father. My best friend back. And my love. I couldn’t be happier if I tried.
“SIR, THE jet is fueled and ready for takeoff. We’re just now waiting for you and Miss Price,” the friendly voice of Captain Giroux buzzed through the speakers of the rental car.
“Good. Thank you, Captain. And thank you for doing this for us on such short notice.” Parker gripped my inner thigh. “We’re half an hour away. Please have a bucket of ice, some healthy snacks, and a couple bottles of red wine on hand.”
The captain laughed. “Long night?”
Parker winked at me. Cupping the back of my throat, his thumb grazed over the black collar that had my neck bound. “It’s been a long couple of months.”
“Anything else you need?”
“No. Just that. Thank you.” The call disconnected and Parker turned to me. “Ready to have a somewhat normal trip?”
“Will anything ever be normal again?” Chewing my bottom lip, I glanced out the window.
“Was anything ever normal, angel?”
“I guess not.” I sighed, kissing the back of his hand.
It was the day after my dad had come over. I was so excited and happy that things were starting to feel back to normal, that I bombarded Parker with our conversation as soon as he got home. He had only smiled, listening intently to what I had to say.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulde
rs, pulling me against him. “As long as we are together, that’s enough normal for me.”
HERE ARE we?” I asked. On Parker’s private jet, I never really had the need to pay attention to where he was taking me. He could have left it a surprise, build up anticipation like he felt the need to do time and time again. When he didn’t and told me that we were going to Germany, I squealed with delight, throwing myself in his arms. Now, hours later and we were standing in front of a large black brick mansion. The bricks were so dark that when the sun hit them the right way, I swore they glistened red. Like blood. A shiver trembled over my body. This place was creepy but hinted at an eerie calm. It messed with you head in a way that I could only imagine was intentional.
“We needed to get away. From everything and everyone. And because I planned this little trip last minute, everywhere that I wanted to take you was booked.”
“So you took me to Germany?” I asked in awe.
Parker chuckled. “Never underestimate me, pet. Just because I couldn’t take you to New York again or even somewhere warm, I knew I could always find a way.”
“But you’re Parker Reed. Don’t they have penthouses and stuff open for you constantly?” I asked, poking him in the chest playfully.
He grabbed my hand and kissed my each of my fingers. “You should know by now that I’m not your typical rich guy.” He nipped the pad of my thumb sending a heat washing over my skin. “Hotels have offered to keep a penthouse open for me whenever I need it but with my…other job…I had to remain as inconspicuous as possible.”
“Makes sense. Having a private jet is noticeable enough as it is. Just don’t get rid of it, please.”
He chuckled. “Never. Not since I’ve been able to make sweet love to your delicious body in it,” he said, kissing my neck. Besides, I also allow the hotels to rent out those rooms.” He moved behind me. “I’m not that much of an asshole, Keely.” His breath caressed my year, sending goose bumps over my skin.
“So who owns this place?” I swallowed hard when the door to the castle type building opened.