Lucas: The Hunter Brothers Series (14 page)

“And?”
he said firmly into my ear, still behind me, close enough to feel his strength
and his heat, yet still not close enough to touch.

“Excited,”
I breathed as he moved in front of me, smiling as he nodded.

“I
see that, Jessica, although I’m not sure why it took you so long to tell me,”
he said in a deep voice that reverberated through the room, igniting every
pleasure cell in my body.

“Now
I’m going to ask you to kneel. It’s a position that’s very common for
submissives. Ordinarily you’d be naked, but not this time.”
 
This time?
Was he
planning on this happening again, maybe where I
was
naked? The thought was thrilling. I wasn’t sure about the whole
kneeling thing, but he was trying to give me an experience and it was certainly
that.

“Kneel,
Jessica,” he said, walking away and turning his back to me and all I wanted was
him close again. I shifted myself unsteadily down, the binding on my hands
making it a lot more difficult than I could have anticipated.

“Open
your legs as far as your skirt will allow,” he said, still with his back to me
at the opposite side of the room and I swallowed hard, wondering if I should
really do this. It was a redundant thought. Of course I was going to. I’d
thought of nothing else since we met, my body crying out for his touch and
desperate to feel him near me again.

 
“Open your legs,” he demanded firmly. How in
God’s name did he know I hadn’t already? Just those words from Lucas Hunter
sent my arousal soaring and I did as he asked, noticing the almost inaudible
gasp and blazing eyes as he turned around. He looked calm and controlled, but
if he felt anything like me, his heart would be hammering right now and his
palms sweating. It was difficult to tell.

“How
do you feel?” he asked, striding forwards and gazing down at me.

“A
little bit silly,” I giggled nervously as he smiled at me.

“If
you were my sub, you wouldn’t feel silly. You’d feel aroused and excited and
anticipating what I would be doing with you today. You would want to please me
and you’d be happy to kneel, knowing that I liked it,” he said softly as I
swallowed hard. The idea of pleasing Lucas Hunter was so much more appealing
than it probably should be.

“What
would you do to me?” I asked, looking up at him, suddenly realising how loaded
that particular question was. He raised his eyebrows, a little smirk flitting
across his mouth before he began to speak. Oh God, we were really playing this
game and the way I felt, I knew there’d be no way back. I wanted this, wanted
him. He was my boss, but right now work was the last thing on my mind.

“I’d
ask you to stand and come to me,” he said and this was the point, right now. I
could stay on the floor, listen to him and take this experience for what it
was; Lucas Hunter showing me how it felt to be a sub, or I could follow his
instruction and actually be one. He said nothing else and waited. He knew as
well as I did the importance of this decision. There was no pressure, but the
sentence hung in the air, thick with tension and sexual need. I did my best to
stand, shakily with my arms still bound tightly behind me, and very slowly I
went to him.

I
was breathing hard, waiting, flushing and trembling and not sure what the hell
I was thinking.

“What
do you want to happen now, Jessica?” he asked. His words were smooth, slow and
seductive and our eyes locked in an unwavering gaze as intense as it was
emotional. I wanted him to kiss me, to hold me and fuck me. I couldn’t bring
myself to say those things out loud, so I said the only other thing I could
think
of
that conveyed my meaning. It had to happen,
there was no other way.

“I
want you to fire me, Sir,” I said softly, his sharp intake of breath betraying
he knew exactly what I meant.

His
eyes were devouring me, his mouth curved in a small smile. I knew it didn’t sit
right with him. He didn’t want to fire me, but I couldn’t fuck my boss and I
wouldn’t quit. Whatever happened now would be monumental, changing things
irrevocably and I’d taken a huge gamble. If he refused I doubted I’d ever be
able to show my face in the office again anyway, and if he fired me..... Jesus
Christ. My heart was pounding out of my chest as I shut my eyes and waited for
the fallout.

“I’ve
wanted to do that since the first moment you turned up in my office. Consider
yourself
fucking fired,” he said seriously as my eyes shot
wide open and I gasped.

“W-what?”
I
muttered, noticing the curve of his lips as he watched my expression closely. I
was fired?

“Do
you have any idea how many times I’ve tried to get you alone, how badly I want
you? I am not a patient man and I think you’ve kept me waiting long enough,
Jessica,” he said, dark eyes challenging me and sending the most erotic explosion
bursting through my body. I could barely process the words before he grabbed
the back of my head softly in his hand and his lips came crashing down on mine
with a force that rendered me powerless and buckled my knees.

He
felt so good, smelt so good, tasted so good. I wanted this kiss, needed it, my
lips opening to his soft invasion and I was lost.

 
His tongue was exploring my mouth as his hand gripped
my hair, gently pulling me into him as the other snaked firmly around my waist.
I moaned against his mouth, responding with the same fierce lust that I had
dreamed of for weeks, feeling the erection that was grinding hard against my
stomach. My skin was ignited to a fever pitch of sensitivity, my insides
erupting in a dazzling flurry of butterflies and anticipation that I had never
felt before.

 
His lips were perfect, full and soft as they
mastered mine, determining the pace and the speed, demanding and then gentle. My
legs opened involuntarily as his tongue dipped tenderly inside my mouth, the
wetness pooling in an instant response and I yearned to feel him there. He
nipped my lips with his teeth before driving his mouth against me in a sharp
burst of passion, as though he was fucking it with that expert tongue, teasing
me, opening me up and making me ready. I responded to that force with an eager
longing, never wanting it to end.

My
heart was flipping, my stomach tightened in delicious knots and sending waves
of pure thrill through my body, combined with a need that was overwhelming. Every
stroke, every nip and every touch driving me further under that spell.

His
smell was invading my nostrils as he grabbed the back of my head, pulling me
tighter as his fingers wound their intricate path through my soft, blond waves,
supporting my head. I was being dominated and protected, needful and needed,
his masculine scent driving me crazy. I wasn’t certain if it was synthetic or
the natural smell of Lucas Hunters pheromones, but it was sexual, intoxicating
and addicting, musky and deep and in contrast to the sweet taste of his mouth. Cool
mint and hot sex as I fell deliriously into that kiss, melting against him.

I
was bound and helpless as my beautiful puppet master played with every sense in
my body. It was what I wanted and there was no going back, feeling suddenly adrift
as he pulled away.

“How
do you feel now?” he asked, noting the slight tremble that ran through my
unsteady legs, the flush on my face and my lips, parted, swollen, needy and
ready for him.

I
felt incredible, like I was floating on air. For five years I’d waited for
someone to kiss me like that. Hell, I’d have waited a lifetime to be kissed
like that. But I wanted more and I needed it now.

“Frustrated”
I said, desperate to pull him back against me. I understood the scenario. If I was
his sub, he’d be in control. But I wasn’t, at least not yet and the small smile
that played around his mouth told me he knew exactly what I meant.

“Why,
Jessica?”

 
“Because I want to pull you
to me.
I want to run my fingers through your hair and hold you as you
kiss me. I want to trace your chest with my hands, run my fingers across every
hard slab of muscle as I taste you and I can’t,” I said as he gazed at me
intently, his eyes clouded with lust as he listened to my words.

He
took a step closer, taking a lock of hair and sliding it behind my ear, running
a gentle finger down my cheek as I leaned into his touch. My lips ached for
his, my head reaching forward like a baby bird, desperate for the contact as he
stepped away.

“Patience
is an important quality for a submissive, Jessica. You need to trust that what
your Dom is doing is the right thing for you, for your pleasure. Sometimes
waiting is required,” he said softly. I got it, I really did, but right now I
was bursting with need and exercising self control was absolutely the last
thing I was capable of.

It
was as though every moment leading to this had combined in a powerful surge. I
had opened the floodgates and there was no turning back. Need was racing
through my veins like an unstoppable force and I had to make him understand.

“But
I’ve waited long enough,” I said, my voice almost pleading, a small moan
escaping my lips as he kissed his way gently up my neck. My body responded in a
burst of pleasure, skin tingling against the incredible feel of his mouth
against me. I imagined I’d never get enough. I wanted more, feeling his touch
in every pleasure point of my being.

“What
do you mean?” he asked, his voice firm but tender and I sighed, realising that
I’d have to justify myself with the truth.

“I
mean it’s a long time since I’ve kissed anyone,” I said quietly, his soft lips
igniting the skin of my sensitive neck, continuing up and down and across to
the other side, heightening my arousal so much that I felt like I might come
from his kiss alone.

“How
long?” he asked, his voice low and deep, never breaking the trail of contact
that was doing so much to send me spiralling into a state of blissful
relaxation and total arousal.

“Five
years,” I said as the contact stopped abruptly and he stood back, staring down
at me, his face a mixture of shock and disbelief, a small frown marring his
brow as he searched my face.

“Are
you kidding?” he asked softly as I held his gaze, shaking my head. It was all I
could do to hold back the tears that were welling in my eyes with the sudden intensity
and surge of emotion. What on earth would he make of that?

He
moved away, circling me again, moving behind me to undo the tie that bound my
wrists and I wondered if I’d blown it. There was nothing I could say, it was
the truth, not knowing what was coming as he moved in front of me again. His
face was unreadable, but I was taking his lead. I wasn’t experienced in lust
and this situation was so incredibly unfamiliar that I was momentarily frozen, gazing
at the floor, suddenly unable to look at him.

He
tipped my chin up gently, his face soft and beautiful, having lost the firm
edge he’d had before when I knelt before him.

“Then
I agree
,
you’ve waited long enough. Show me what you
want to do,” he smiled gently as my breath hitched and I brought an unsteady
hand around his neck, nervously pulling his lips to mine. He responded
passionately and in seconds my fingers were buried in his soft dark hair, running
it like velvet through my fingers, pulling his lips against me, demanding and
possessive and I couldn’t get enough. He tasted wonderful, firm lips moulded
against mine, his tongue opening me up, invading the sweetness as I melted
against him.

He
pulled me hard against his body and all of a sudden I wanted more. I broke the
kiss, looking up at him as I began to unbutton his shirt slowly, seeking his
approval and encouragement, spurred on by the silent nod of his head. He
watched me work down the buttons, trembling slightly with nerves and need, running
my hands over the warm hard chest and sculptured stomach that looked like it
could have been carved from stone. But it wasn’t; it was Lucas Hunter, flesh
and blood and in this instant he was mine.

His
body was rock hard, but soft to the touch, a captivating vision of masculinity
like I’d never seen before. I had natural curves, my tiny waist flaring out to
broader hips with breasts that my sister envied, but I was no gym-bunny.

 
Lucas Hunter was a man who worked out. With weights
or his whip, I wasn’t sure, but every inch of that glorious flesh was damned perfection
and I couldn’t avert my gaze.

I
ran my fingers through the small trail of hair leading down from his hard,
defined stomach, a thrill running through me as he moaned his approval before I
stopped nervously at the waist band of his trousers. Gazing up into those
twinkling irises, I smoothed my palms upwards, softly grazing his nipples to a
deep groan, resting them against his solid pectorals and leaning in for another
mind-blowing kiss.

My
bravery intensified along with my need as I pulled the shirt down his arms,
strong, firm and muscular. I edged even closer, rewarded with another
captivating kiss and the sudden, intoxicating feel of his nakedness wrapped
around me.

He
scooped me up, carrying me across to the bed and laid me down gently, my skin shivering
in delighted goose bumps at the knowledge he was running this show now. I had
kicked the hornet’s nest and there was no turning back. Every cell in my
screaming body was desperate to feel every inch of Lucas Hunter devouring me
with the very passion I’d just tasted.