Hunting Lust (Orion the Hunter Part Three) (23 page)

“Hmmm, nipple clamps suit you,” came that deep voice, right in my ear.

Nipple clamps?
They sounded like a device of torture but the delicious pinching that I could feel was far from torture.  The pathway from nipples to groin was in full working order too.  Something cold, hard and large was pushed slowly inside me.  I soon found that it was shaped to target my g-spot perfectly.  My body wanted to roar in indignation at his relentless assault but it didn’t want him to stop either.  Just when I thought I could bear no more, his lips sealed around my clit and he began to suck, none too gently. 

That was it, there was no stopping me this time.  An orgasm of tsunami proportions took me under and threatened to drown me.  As I bucked in my restraints at the shudders that wracked my body, I felt the clamps removed from my nipples.  I cannot describe the exquisite sensation that blood flowing back into those most sensitive parts causes but it just served to escalate the effects of my orgasm on my poor, restrained body.

Afterwards, I just hung there.  Limp and used until Lucas gently helped me down.  He lay me on the bed, removed the blindfold and massaged my arms, shoulders and legs, using the beautifully scented oil from the other night.  Next, he began to massage my back and I went from feeling so sleepy to feeling simply well rested in minutes.

He urged me on to my back and then used some leather cuffs to secure my right wrist to my right ankle, and then the same with my left.  He pushed my legs fully apart and stood admiring his handiwork.

“Hmmmm, I like you like that.  You should spend more time like this,” he said, matter of factly.

I felt so exposed, laid bare for him and his scorching gaze.  Yet, when he walked over to the chest of drawers, I missed the intensity of his worshiping eyes on my body.  He returned and held up what I now knew to be a butt plug and a bottle of lube.  He pulled me down the edge of the bottom of the bed.  Within minutes, both of my entrances were filled and I was experiencing the most intense feelings of fullness and heaviness that triggered the most primal, feral need within me. 

I marvelled that a simple butt plug could trigger the most animalistic fucking possible.  At that moment, I thought I’d rather die than not reach orgasm.  Every time Lucas slammed into me, it felt like the heavy butt plug was pounded further inside me.  It pushed against the thin vaginal wall too, triggering further delights. 

My orgasm took time to build and Lucas waited for me, which must’ve been no mean feat.  My building cries of pure needful lust echoed around the room.  When I finally came, Lucas gave it up with me and I heard my voice scream my release until my lungs burned, as my nails clawed into his back and his teeth sank into my neck. 

As soon as Lucas released me, I fell into a deep sleep, waking the next morning in his own bed … which was empty.  I looked at the clock and was stunned to see that it was already after 7am.  I quickly showered, dried and dressed, wrapping my hair in a towel, and went off in search of Lucas.  I found him in the gym and spent an enjoyable few minutes ogling him working out before he ordered me out.  Apparently, he had a conference call at 8am and didn’t have time for distractions.  I pouted and left him to it, going back to dry my hair and do my makeup.

I was still applying the finishing touches when Lucas strolled into the shower, then back into the bedroom naked and stood blasting his hair into that ‘just fucked’ style of his.  I was just putting my shoes on when he strolled out of his dressing room, immaculately and sexily clad in one of his trademark charcoal suits that I now knew to be Armani.  It just wasn’t fair that he could be ready, and looking that good, in a matter of minutes. 

Lucas asked me to sit in on his conference call as it was about Mini Dakota.  I wasn’t needed and couldn’t follow most of it.  However, just as Lucas was finishing up, Daniel knocked and entered, carrying bagels and coffees.  I thanked him and tucked in, musing that my appetite had certainly picked up with all of my Lucas Hunter driven exercise lately.  I figured that I was burning off as many calories as I was consuming so it didn’t matter.

Lucas explained that the largest apartment was nearing the end of its first stage renovation.  I queried what that meant and he explained that I would now need to be involved because my designs would need to be consulted along with Jenson’s plans.  I couldn’t believe that work was progressing that fast.  I was stunned when Lucas announced that he wanted that apartment finished within a fortnight and that I’d better get everything ordered.  He said that if any supplier had a problem delivering products in time, to let him know and he’d sort it.  I surprised myself by not feeling indignant about this – I had to face facts, Lucas got things done.  He was like human steamroller.

I went down to my office and spent the morning ordering products for my two current contracts.  Just before lunch, my cell rang out Angel’s ringtone.  I knew something was wrong, the second I answered.  She explained that her father had been taken into hospital after having a major heart attack.  She was flying back to be with him and her mother.  I offered to dash to the apartment and help her but she said she was ready to leave.  I did my best to reassure her that he’d be fine, although I obviously had no idea whether he would be and asked her to keep in touch.

Lucas invited me to join him in his office for lunch but I said that I was too busy to eat.  I told him about Angel’s father and within minutes, he was at my door, checking that I was okay.  He held me for what seemed an eternity before announcing that I needed to eat something.  We went to my favorite deli and I picked at a salad before returning to my office.  Mini Dakota proved to be a good distraction for, when I looked at my watch again, it was almost 5pm. 

I went back to my apartment, noticing how empty it was without Angel.  I heated some soup and waited for her call.  When it came, the news was bad.  Her father had suffered a major heart attack and was currently fighting for his life.  She said that they’d successfully restarted his heart twice so I assured her that he was fighting and wouldn’t give up.

I changed into my pajamas and curled up on the sofa.  The intercom buzzed – I assumed it would be Lucas but it was Chad.  We sat, talking about Angel’s father, and drinking a couple of beers for a while before he said he needed to go and have words with Scott. Apparently, Scott’s out of character behaviour was continuing to some degree and Chad was finding it difficult to be in their apartment with him. 

I immediately invited him to stay in Angel’s room.  I figured that since I was spending most of my time at the Orion Building these days, it wouldn’t be a problem.  He thanked me and dashed home to pack a bag for a few days.  Lucas called in the meantime and asked what I was doing later on.  I explained about Chad and said that I’d stay here tonight.  He seemed slightly offended but I was exhausted and I didn’t want to leave Chad alone.  It seemed rude to invite him to stay and then swan off to Lucas’.  I realized belatedly that I could have invited Lucas to stay here tonight with me.  Oh well, I rationalized, it wouldn’t hurt for us to spend a little time apart.

I spent a relaxing evening in with Chad, watching reality TV that made us howl with laughter, and drinking a little too much wine.  I stayed up later than planned and was so grateful to be sleeping alone in my own bed.  I was totally shattered and needed a good night’s sleep.

That’s exactly what I got.  The next morning, I showered and changed and walked into the living room just as Chad emerged from the kitchen carrying two coffees.  I thanked him profusely.  He said that he’d had a message from Angel to say that there was no change in her father’s condition overnight. We drank our coffees and descended in the elevator together.  In the lobby, James asked for news of Angel’s father and said how upset she’d been when he put her in a cab for the airport the day before.  I asked James to give Chad the spare key for our apartment which he duly did.

I could see that Chad was upset to hear this so, as we stepped outside into the spring sunshine, I put my arms around him and gave him a kiss and a hug that he returned.  I told him that she’d be fine once her dad turned a corner.  He thanked me and we went our separate ways.

I had a very productive day, getting most of the resources for my other contract for Mr Wandering Hands sorted.  I just needed to do a couple of site visits to oversee the work and it would be job done.  I smiled, knowing how happy that would make Lucas.  It made me happy too but only because Mini Dakota was such a massive project that I wanted to be able to devote all of my time to it.  I was determined to make it my most successful commission yet. 

The rest of the week passed in similar fashion.  I spent a couple of nights at Lucas’ and he spent a couple at mine.  Lucas and Chad both confronted Scott when he turned up to a rehearsal drunk.  He was given an ultimatum – sort himself out by the weekend or leave the band.  He stormed off and was left to sober up.  Angel had good news about her father – he’d had surgery and was making good progress.  He was no longer critical and she was hoping to be back by the end of the weekend.

Lucas stayed over on the Friday night and we spent most of Saturday in my bed before Lucas went with Chad to meet up with the rest of the band and decide Scott’s future.  I was invited but, as I could be the cause of Scott’s issues, I thought it wise to refrain.

I was relieved when they came back and said that Scott had seen sense, apologised and vowed to put the band first from now on.  Chad packed his things and was just about to head back to his own apartment when Angel called him to say that she’d be back on Monday morning because her father was doing really well.  I don’t know who was happier – me or Chad!

Monday morning dawned and I was doubly excited.  Angel was coming back and today, the kitchen and bathrooms would be installed in the largest apartment at Mini Dakota.  I was visiting with Lucas in the afternoon and I couldn’t wait.  I’d spent Sunday afternoon restocking the fridge and generally cleaning and tidying ready for Angel’s return.  Lucas had left earlier that morning after Daniel had called him at some ungodly hour about a problem in Paris.  I didn’t even know that Lucas had properties in Paris, assuming that’s what it was.

As I approached James, who duly opened the door for me and wished me good morning, I told him about Angel’s impending return.  He said that he’d missed her and would be glad to see her back.  He said that an envelope addressed to Angel had been hand delivered earlier that morning that was marked urgent so he was glad she was coming back today.  I wondered what it could be but then, walking to work on another gloriously sunny spring morning, in all the hustle and bustle that was Manhattan, it went clean out of my head.

The site visit went really well. Lucas was so animated and alive.  He approved of the luxurious bathroom suites and the custom made oak kitchen units with granite work surfaces.  Walking around the largest apartment was a joy to me.  It was such a blank canvas.  Now that all of the basic plumbing and electrical systems had been installed, the interior tradesmen could get started.  The first wave were due in the next day. 

I had arranged for us to meet Angel and Chad for dinner.  Lucas picked us three up in his Lexus SUV from our apartment.  Just as we were leaving, James remembered the envelope for Angel.  She’d had her hands full of luggage when she’d arrived back and waved him off when he’d tried to give it to her.

We were halfway to the restaurant when Angel said in a very small voice, “Lucas, I think you’d better pull over.”

I heard Chad asking if she was okay and saying that she was very pale so I turned in my seat to look at her.  Her pale blue eyes were almost unseeing as they flicked from the envelope in her lap to just about anywhere but at me.  Lucas managed to pull over safely and then he too turned in his seat and asked if she was okay.

She passed him the envelope without a word.  He took out two sheets of paper but, noticing the logo printed on the back, I realized they were photographic paper.  I saw him clench his jaw before he looked at me.  His eyes pinned me to my seat before he looked away and passed me the photographs.  I gasped.  One was a photograph of me hugging and kissing Chad outside our apartment the other morning.  The other was even more shocking.  It was a shot of me and Chad.  He was lying naked in my bed with me impaled on top of him. 

I opened and closed my mouth in disbelief.  No words were forthcoming.  I silently passed the photos to Chad.  He was much more vocal demanding to know where the photographs were from and how someone could have a photo of me and him having sex when we never have.

Angel’s small voice cut through his ranting.  “It seems that you two were unable to keep your hands off each other while I was at my poor father’s bedside.  Well, I hope it was worth it because I never want to see either of you again.  Issy, you have until the end of the day to get your things out of my apartment.  Lucas, I’d like to go home now please, if you wouldn’t mind.”