Black Listed (5 page)

He shook his head and snorted. “I'm the owner of a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate, not a mafia enforcer. And if you still don't believe it wasn't me who did this to your condo, talk to the people working the front desk at the hotel last night. They can vouch for when I arrived and when I left.” He clenched his jaw. “Is that what you need to trust me?”

Trust him? How could she trust him when she'd spent her entire life telling herself that everyone had a motive to lie?

But at this point, she didn't have a choice. She needed him to divorce her.

She had to see their agreement through.

Even if it destroyed her.

“N
ICE ROOM
,” L
ISA
quipped, standing right inside the door of Sawyer's penthouse suite. The suite came with two bedrooms, a living room with a long S-shaped couch, a large desk, and a full kitchen with stainless steel appliances.

Why did a single man need all this space? And how long had he planned on staying?

As if he couldn't get enough distance between them, he stomped past her, draping his jacket on the back of the couch before leaning on the wall across the room from her.

This hot and cold act from him was annoying her. One moment he couldn't take his hands off her, and the next he kept his distance.

Maybe she wasn't the only one who was confused.

He stuck his hands in his pockets. “Just because I lost billions of dollars doesn't mean I'm not rich.”

She jolted. “I didn't take billions from you.”

Just a few million dollars. It was still a crime, but it wasn't as if he didn't have money to spare. What did he mean that he'd lost billions?

“Didn't say you did.” He rubbed his jaw distractedly and then gestured to the open door beside him. “Anyway, make yourself at home. You can take this room. Use the shower, and get some sleep.”

Clearly, he wanted to change the subject. She filed it away for later, along with the dozens of other questions she had for him. The problem with asking him questions was it opened the door for him to ask
her
questions. Questions she couldn't answer, no matter how much she wanted to.

The sun had already risen high in the morning sky, its rays streaming through the wall of windows. Although she wanted to take a long hot shower to wash the creepy-crawly sensation of bugs from her skin, she couldn't afford to be alone with her thoughts.

She decided to take a play from his rule book, avoiding eye contact and remaining detached as she went into her temporary bedroom and dropped the bag with her clothes on the bed. “I don't have time to sleep. I have to get to work.”

And away from him before she did anything stupid like confess everything.

He loomed in the doorway, gripping both sides of it as if the entire room would collapse if he let go. “It's Sunday. And I thought I told you to clear your schedule.”

“Yes, well, despite your insistence otherwise, you don't own me. I need to go into the office and finish up some things if I'm going to take time off this week.” She headed into the bathroom, expecting him to give her some privacy.

No such luck. He followed her in and turned on the shower. “Anything changing between now and this afternoon?”

Other than losing a bit more control over her life? She sighed, too exhausted anymore to fight. “No.”

“Then you'll get a few hours of sleep before you go,” he said decisively. “But first, let's take a shower.”

He peeled off his shirt, gifting her with the first glance of what her husband hid underneath his clothes.

Her mouth grew dry even as the room filled with steam. When she'd known Sawyer before, he'd been toned and lean, but he looked completely different now. His chest was wider than she remembered, his arms thick with muscles. Her gaze followed the light trail of hair leading from his chest down his abdomen, where she could make out the sharp contours of those muscles. She wanted to lick a path down and see if she couldn't sate her thirst from the moisture collecting on his skin.

Frankly, his body intimidated the hell out of her. While she'd tried to stay in shape, her body had aged over the last few years. Her breasts were no longer as perky or her stomach as flat. It hadn't bothered her until now.

Would he still be attracted to her?

He must have sensed her apprehension. “It's important you know you can use your safe word if you don't want this.”

She nodded. “I know.”

But she did want it.

Wanted it more than anything.

Her pulse skyrocketed as he flicked open the fly of his jeans. “What safe word do you want to use?”

“Black list,” she said automatically.

The words held more meaning than he would ever know.

“That's an odd choice. Care to share the meaning behind it?”

“No.” She forced her gaze to his face. “That's a hard limit.”

He paused, his eyes locked with hers as they tried to uncover her secrets. She used to joke that all he had to do was give her his “Dom eyes” and she couldn't refuse him anything. But today she held her ground, refusing to give into him. She almost expected him to walk out. Instead he resumed undressing, his nimble fingers doing the job she wanted to do. “Any of your other limits change?” His pants fell to the floor, and in a moment, his boxer-briefs joined them.

His cock was fully erect, long and curved, pre-come already dripping from the tip. He'd always kept himself so perfectly manscaped that she used to laugh.

She wasn't laughing now.

He'd kept up his habit of trimming the dark hair that nestled his cock. She didn't want to think about how many women in the preceding years had gotten to see that cock . . . touch that cock . . . taste that cock.

Before last night, it had been so long since she'd had sex, she hadn't bothered waxing herself bare, as he'd preferred her in the past.

What was the point when she was the only one who ever saw her naked?

“You remember my limits?” she asked breathlessly, her hands itching to wrap her hands around his cock.

Naked and unabashed, he walked behind her. His warm breath fanned her neck as he slowly unzipped her dress. “I remember everything.”

Her dress slipped from her body. She leaned back, resting her head against Sawyer. “My limits haven't changed.”

Not that she'd had many.

As her Master, Sawyer had ordered her to completely let go of her inhibitions and society's moral compass in order to experience a world she'd barely known existed. She'd lived for the nights he'd challenged her soft limits, pushing her further and further until she couldn't remember why she'd ever questioned them in the first place.

Bondage, submission, and beatings were only the tip of the iceberg. There were times he'd shown her such pleasure she could barely remember her own name. Times when they'd invited other men and women into their bedrooms and into their fantasies. Times when there were so many hands and tongues on her skin, she couldn't count them.

Sawyer pushed her forward until they both stood beneath the hot spray of the shower. “Good to know you're still the same kinky girl. It must have been hell to stay faithful.” His hands worked magic on her scalp as he massaged shampoo into her damp hair. “Your best friends are all members of Benediction. Logan told me about that place. About the fantasy rooms. How did you stay away?”

He didn't allow her to answer, only chuckling when she shivered from the feel of his erection poking between the cheeks of her ass. She had no doubt its placement was intentional. He knew what got her excited.

She moaned, arching her back into him. Just an inch and he'd be inside her. She didn't care how or where he took her, as long as he did.

“I bet it killed you,” he continued in a rough voice that sent tingles down her spine. He shamelessly ground his dick against her ass. “Do your friends know that underneath your conservative demeanor you're actually kinkier than them?”

No, they had no idea.

They couldn't, because she hadn't told them anything about herself, always managing to evade their personal questions. And as good friends do, they'd never pressed her for more. “I don't think anyone is kinkier than my friend Gracie.”

He gently tipped her head forward, rinsing the soap from her hair. “Oh, I don't know about that. There was that time you left the patio door unlocked, and I came in while you were sleeping—”

“Is that what we're doing in here?” she asked, spinning around to face him. Enough foreplay. “Having a trip down memory lane? Or are you going to fuck me?”

His eyes darkened as his dominance reared to the surface. He sunk his fingers into her hair and pulled her toward him, lifting her to her toes. “Unless I say otherwise, you will refer to me as Master. Is that clear?”

Her pussy contracted, arousal spilling from her. The slight pain as he tugged on her hair coupled with the way he took control sent her into the submissive headspace. “Yes, Master.”

“You want my cock in your greedy pussy, girl?” He pulled harder on her hair, eliciting a yelp from her. “You have to earn it first.” With his hand on her head, he pushed her down. “Get on your knees and show me what you can do with that hot little mouth of yours. Make me believe you can't live without my cock.”

She couldn't. She didn't know how she'd made it this long.

Haunted by the expiration date of their relationship, she'd have to savor each moment with him while it lasted. “This counts toward the seven nights, right, Master?”

The word “Master” tasted as good on her tongue as his cock would.

Missing the collar she used to wear in honor of his ownership of her, she rubbed her neck as she kneeled on the smooth surface of the shower.

“Yes, my girl. This counts.” He grabbed the back of her neck and pushed her forward. “Now stop talking and fill your mouth with me.”

She swallowed, preparing for his invasion. “Yes, Master.” Opening her mouth as wide as it would go, she allowed him past her lips and took him inside. Sawyer wasn't gentle with her, giving her no time to acclimate before he began fucking her mouth, sliding his cock across her tongue until it bumped to the entrance of her throat before retreating.

She was helpless against the onslaught of his use of her mouth as his tool for getting himself off. In that moment, she truly belonged to him.

“Fuck,” he swore, throwing his head back, the muscles of his neck protruding from his tension. His hands tightened on her head as he pushed her mouth farther onto his cock. “Swallow. Take me into your throat.”

Breathing through her nose, she swallowed continuously until almost all of Sawyer's cock disappeared into her mouth. Her tears mingled with the water of the shower, soaking her face.

The more he made her feel as though she existed solely to satisfy his lusts, and the rougher his treatment of her, the more aroused she got. Her clit swelled and pulsed, demanding attention. All she had to do was touch it, and she'd go off like a lit firecracker.

But she didn't want to climax. She wanted to remain on this decadent pinnacle for a while longer.

A colorful variety of expletives continued to fall from Sawyer's lips as he increased his pace, fucking her mouth with reckless abandon. Adding vibration to increase his pleasure, she hummed.

He dropped his head forward and looked down at her, his fingers wrapping lightly around her throat, no doubt to feel his cock inside of it. Groaning, his pace increased, and his thrusts went deeper from his excitement.

She sensed the wild beast inside of him beginning to unleash, that part of him she both loved and feared at the same time. He'd never harm her.

But oh, how he loved to hurt her.

She used her eyes to give him permission. Not that he needed it.

He hesitated, the good man in him warring with the bad, bad boy who wanted to show her he could do anything to her.

His groans turned to a roar as he accepted what they both wanted.

He slapped her cheek. Not too forcefully, but just enough so she could feel the sting.

Her pussy spasmed from the pain, but she wouldn't give in that easily. He had to work harder.

More
, she begged silently.

He didn't wait, slapping her other cheek, the sound of it echoing in the shower. Then another. And another. He alternated sides until the light tears she'd shed from him being inside her throat fell heavier. She had no doubt her mascara from earlier ran down her skin. Each tear was a release of bottled emotion that brought her closer and closer to complete surrender.

His hands tightened in her hair, her pain and her submission always an aphrodisiac for him. “You're going to drink your Master's come and not spill a drop of it, aren't you? Such a greedy girl.”

He wiped under her eyes and showed her the black stain of her makeup on his fingers. Then, as his legs shook and his eyes widened, he pinched her nostrils with those fingers, sealing off her only present method for breathing.

Deep, wicked exhilaration coursed through her veins, heating her body. The beat of her heart thudded in her ears, her vision darkening along the edges and brightening with bursting stars within the center from the lack of oxygen.

Her clit pulsed in time with her heart. She clenched her pussy's muscles. Once, twice. And then she was coming, hot lava flowing outward from her core, her juices spilling with every hard spasm.

“Yes,” her Master cried as he removed his fingers from her nostrils and followed her with his own release, shot after shot of his come gliding down her throat.

She swallowed continuously until there was nothing left to swallow, and his cock slipped from her mouth.

Bowing her head, she gloried in the first real taste of submission she'd had in over four years. When she'd left Sawyer, she'd also left her true nature behind, and as a symbol, she'd placed her wedding rings and platinum chain collar on his pillow. He hadn't just lost his wife when she'd run.

He'd lost his slave.

And she'd lost herself.

But now, buzzing on the high from her orgasm and her submission, she'd stolen back a piece of identity. She'd cherish and cling to it, until once more, fate and circumstance ripped it away from her.

Sawyer cradled her chin in his hand, caressing her cheek with his knuckles. “That was fucking amazing. I know you need your sleep, but I need to see you come.”

She nuzzled his palm. “I just did, Master.”

“Yes, but I was too far gone to appreciate it, so you'll have to do it one more time for me.” Grabbing her under the arms, he lifted her onto her feet and nudged her forward until she was almost flush against the wall. “Hold onto the wall for support.” He raised her left leg and rested it on the seat in the corner, spreading her open to him.