Lucas: The Hunter Brothers Series (39 page)

“What
if someone from school calls?” I asked quickly. I felt much better, but the
fear had not dispersed completely, even with Sid under constant surveillance, it
was just too soon. Lucas nodded once.

“I
understand your concern and I will have your phone close by at all times. If
they call I will answer it and put you on. I am not shutting you off from the
world, Jess, but I think you need to be shut off from yourself for a while. Do
you trust me?” he asked as I nodded.

“Do
you have any more questions?”
 
He asked
as I thought about it for a second.

“I
feel vulnerable at the moment, Lucas, because of everything that’s happened.
I’m worried I won’t be strong enough to do this,” I said, looking up at him as
he smiled reassuringly.

“I
know, but that’s precisely why you need it. There are lots of ways I could make
you feel better. We could go vanilla, or I could cuddle you endlessly, and
believe me I’d like that as much as you would. However, it would only reassure
you for a while and that’s not what you need. My way you’ll recover more
quickly. Once we leave this room you think about your Dominant, nothing else.
Agreed?”

I
nodded. I was willing to give it a try to rid my stomach of the knots of
anxiety that had been eating away at me for days, and the chronic insecurities
demonising my thoughts. My mind had been awash for weeks with endless questions
about Lucas and shedding all the negativity and confusion could only be good
for me.

“One more thing, Jess.
From this moment on, I will be calling you ‘sub,’” he said and I wondered
whether the depersonalisation was for my benefit or his.

“Yes,
Sir,” I smiled, standing and making my way out into the lounge, clearing my
head of all thoughts except the incredible, wonderful man standing before me,
and it was easier than I’d anticipated. I drank in every inch of his heavenly
face and masculine body just as I had that first night on the decking, drowning
in the strength of his will and the promise in his eyes, awaiting my
instructions that came swiftly and abruptly as a three word command.

“Strip
and kneel.”

I
did nothing for a long time as Lucas sat on the couch above me, typing into his
laptop, petting me occasionally. I came to crave the feel of his comforting
hand on the top of my head, and need the stroke of my soft hair through long
firm fingers, leaning into him until he stopped and I was still again.

I
wasn’t certain how long I knelt there, ordered to stand just as my knees began
to ache and my body began its cellular protest at being in the same position
for almost too long.

“Follow
me, sub,” came the firm command as I walked behind Lucas into the bedroom. His
bare feet and strong forearms, dusted with dark hair against olive skin were the
only naked part of him. In contrast, my body was entirely exposed, and free for
him to do with as he pleased.

“Stand,”
he ordered as I stilled on the thick white carpet, relishing the feel of soft
plush pile beneath my feet as he moved behind me. I felt the smooth satin of
the blindfold as it wound around my eyes, plunged into darkness, concentrating
only on the sound of his breathing and the feel of warm familiar hands across
my skin that shivered under the trail of his touch.

“Raise
your arms,” he said as I followed his orders blindly, not knowing what was
coming and channelling the anticipation into trust and longing. My Dominant would
know what to do. Lucas would take care of me.

I
heard the ratting of chain meeting metal above my head, sliding and chinking,
trying to figure out what it was, gasping as the soft fur enveloped my wrists.
I wanted to touch and feel, but resisted the urge, listening only to the soft
footsteps of Lucas as he made his way in front of me.

I
could feel the heat radiating from his body, tension in my arms and the
rattling of metal as my feet were raised slightly from the floor, forcing me
onto my tiptoes as the chains took the weight of my body.

I
was disorientated, suddenly unable to hear anything until the soft rustle of
fabric. The smell invaded my nostrils, and I drank it in like the heady
intoxicating liquor it was. He had taken off his shirt and I could smell that
glorious masculinity, his skin bathed in the residue of the musky scent I had
come to love and need so much.

It
was an aphrodisiac of the most wonderful kind, and the sole focus of my mind as
my arms began to burn very slightly in their hoisted position. It wasn’t pain,
but a reminder of my position. Firm fingers swept my hair gently across my shoulder
before weaving their way across my back, my ribs, my waist and my buttocks. I
moaned out loud at the incredible feeling of soft full lips against my neck,
firing my cells to life.

He
caressed my body for an age, from the tips of my toes to the base of my spine,
planting lush wet kisses, left and then right, up and then down. He was
uttering soft reassurances and gentle praise, over and over, relaxing me and
making my mind and body at ease in his own inimitable way.

My
brain tried to compute where the glorious sensations were coming from, soft tingles
and electrical prickles, lighting my cells before the next one bombarded another.
I could barely keep up, awash with pleasure, the burning deep in my arms
contrasting deliciously with the feel of those lips against my skin.

It
was warm and soft, comforting and kind, and then the flogger hit against the
fleshy cheeks of my rear. I cried out, more in surprise than in pain, the
sudden sharpness so distinct, deep and thuddy and that wonderful feeling of
being spanked by a thousand tiny hands.

They
came again and again on my cheeks and my thighs, my skin heating beneath those
leather falls, the burning in my arms intensifying as I tried to hold my own
weight, adjusting my feet and digging my toes into the glorious softness of his
carpet. It felt like I was being massaged, the sensations spreading heat deep
in my muscles and it was sublime.

I
could really smell him now, close at my throat, moaning against the contact,
his hard chest pressing against the soft flesh of mine, opening my mouth as his
tongue worked its way gently inside. I was yearning, aching for him and suddenly
he was gone again.

My
need was palpable and I wanted to reach out, secured by the chains as the
flogger hit my breasts and I gasped again, flooded with new sensations. There
was pain and pleasure as my nipples grew, sucked tight into the vacuum of his
hot mouth before he vanished, landing a blow on my other breast as my pussy
clenched and I could feel the familiar wetness gathering between my thighs.

My
ribs, my thighs, my arse, my legs and my breasts were all being hit randomly
and I couldn’t keep up with the glorious and mind boggling assault on my
senses. I’d feel his mouth, his hands and then the flogger, and there was no
pattern as my head fell back. I was overwhelmed and over stimulated, flopping
down as one by one, my arms were released, collapsing with a single thought in
my mind.

Lucas
would catch me.

And
he did, scooping me up into strong arms as my blindfolded head lolled against
his chest. I moaned softly, feeling as though I was floating in a sea of
sensation, as pain, pleasure, burning aches and agonising bliss each fought for
dominance. Suddenly I felt like I was falling, his hand beneath my head,
supporting me as my body hit the cool soft sheets of his bed. I lay there in
the darkness, listening to the singing of my cells.

“Spread
your legs, sub,”
came
the next command from the deep,
low voice and all I could see in my minds eyes was that incredible face. Those
beautiful eyes would be clouded with lust; endless pools of ink pot black,
strong against the beautiful cobalt blue as I tried to follow his demands, but
my boneless limbs were simply too weak.

He
opened my thighs
 
roughly and I gasped as
he brought me around from my strange euphoria with a sharp slap to my right
breast, my eyes suddenly assaulted by the light as I blinked rapidly, trying to
focus.

“Wider,”
he growled fiercely as I stared up into his eyes, opening my mouth and inviting
him in, spreading my legs as far as I could with no shame or hesitation. I wanted
only the approval he rewarded me with. “Good girl,” he smiled, rubbing his
hands gently across the red skin of my smacked breast, kissing his way down to
my stomach before running his fingers across the soaking folds of my pussy,
gathering my juices before inserting them into my open mouth.

“Suck
my fingers, little sub, see just how good you taste,” he said as I held his
gaze and did as he asked, spurred on by the desire in his eyes and the movement
of those glorious lips as they worked their way into an incredible ‘O’ that let
me know just how turned on he was.

He
pulled out his fingers, pushing them deep inside my pussy, pulling them out all
too soon before placing them softly on my lips again.

“Now
suck them just like you want to suck my cock, little sub,” he said in a voice
that dripped with sex and the thought was intoxicating. I was desperate to feel
him, to taste him and to make sure he knew just how good that magnificent cock
would feel between my lips as I pulled my head forward and worked his fingers for
all I was worth.

A
low moan rumbled through his throat as I felt the hard length of his cock
against my folds, skin on skin as he rubbed the hot wide head against my clit.
I sucked hard on his fingers, drowning in the sensations. Before I knew what
was happening I was lost, falling into an abyss of ecstasy, my mind blank to
everything but my Dom, bucking and writhing beneath his touch, crying out incoherently
and seeing only Lucas’s eyes as hot white spots burst inside my own.

I
hadn’t come down from my high as I felt my knees being hoisted upwards and my
arms secured into position, my wrists bound with my ankles, my whole body open
and on show to Lucas as he stood gazing down at me.

“You
look very pretty,” he said as my brain began to register my position for the
first time, but I didn’t have the strength or the capacity to argue. I was wet,
I was exposed and there wasn’t an inch of me that my Dom couldn’t see, his eyes
searing me with a heat so formidable it stole the breath from my lungs.

I
was bound so tight I couldn’t move, my arms grateful that this time my legs
were burning, but all sensation had been overtaken by the only thing more
powerful – arousal. I was shivering with anticipation and need, all thought
lost, my anxiety dissipated. He moved onto the bed straddling across me and
stoking the thick shaft of his glorious cock only inches from my face.

“Kiss
me,” he demanded as I lifted my head to the tip of his cock, desperate to taste
him and pleasure him as he had me, running my tongue across the hot head as it
jerked beneath me and Lucas hissed between clenched teeth. I kissed and licked
him repeatedly before he pulled away, lifting my head further, trying in vain
to reach him as he shook his head.

“What
do you say, sub?” he asked, blue eyes blazing.

“Please,
Sir, please let me taste you,” I begged as satisfaction flooded his features
and I smiled up at him, relishing the silent praise as he rewarded me with the
taste of his cock and a burst of hot, wet pre cum, cursing as I moaned my
pleasure. I took the head in my mouth as he suddenly yanked me back, grabbing a
handful of hair in his fist.

“Did
I say you could do that?” he asked as I shook my head, needing his cock and
badly needing to please him.

“No,
Sir,” I said as he responded with a low, deep chuckle, before forcing my head
forward again and offering me everything.

“Now
you can suck me.” I opened my mouth as far as I could, tracing my tongue along
every thick vein before taking him hard and deep, sucking his beautiful cock,
focusing only on his pleasure. He was thrusting hard and deep against my
throat, my cheeks burning as hot as the muscles in my legs as he pulled out
suddenly, his eyes thick with lust and his voice as low and raspy as I had ever
heard it.

“I
need to mark you with
my cum
,” he said, pulling away
and thrusting his cock so hard and deep inside my pussy that I was gasping for
breath. I couldn’t fight, even if I wanted to, but this was what I wanted, all
I wanted, revelling in the fullness as he drove against my G-spot, grabbing my
legs tightly with this hands as he took advantage of my exposed position.

I
could feel his hardness, naked and pulsing inside me as waves of pleasure began
to build and I tightened around him, the spasm of my inner muscles working him
and milking his cock as I cried out over and over. Each thrust forced his name
from my lips in a breathy escape of air, panting as an earth shattering orgasm
gripped me relentlessly, charging every cell and sending me spiralling into bliss
as I unravelled completely.

 
“Fuck, baby,” he cried and stilled, gazing
into my eyes as he shot his cum deep into the very heart of me, the hot wet
explosion filling me with affection as I took his mark, accepting every drop
with grateful abandon.

When
I came around I was underneath the covers, damp between my thighs and my limbs
singing in the most delicious aching sensation. I certainly knew I’d been
fucked, and the feeling thrilled and delighted me as I listened for a moment to
see if I could hear him.