With each inch they were lowered, my pulse kicked up a notch until my circulation pounded in my ears with most of the blood engorging my now-fully-erect penis. Unbuttoning my trousers, I lowered the zipper and stepped out of them. Next, my boxer briefs joined the growing pile of clothes. Fisting my cock, I moved my hand over the tightening skin as I came to the bed. “Lie back, Mrs. Kelly.”
Though her gaze never left mine, Madeline did as I instructed.
“That’s it. Now, show me what you like.”
Her brow furrowed. “What I like?”
“Touch yourself. Show me what makes you wet.”
“Shit, Patrick, you do. Having you here and your sexy blue eyes on me, your wide chest, and shit, the sight of your cock. I want you.”
My hand moved rhythmically up and down. “I want you, too, so fucking much my balls ache. Show me.”
Her tits moved up and down as she laid her head upon one of the pillows, lifted her knees and scooted her feet, and with one hand, she reached down.
“Close your eyes,” I said. “Show me how wet you are.”
Her head shook once as her eyes stayed wide. Yet her hand obeyed, opening herself. Maddie’s back arched as she teased her own pussy with one and then two fingers.
Fuck, I was about to blow.
My hand moved faster.
When she lifted her glistening fingers, I knelt upon the mattress. “Give them to me.”
Opening my lips, she placed her fingers inside. I closed my lips, sucking her sweet essence as memories of the nights in the hotel came back. My tongue ran around and around her fingers as her body squirmed and moans filled the room.
Releasing her hand, I lowered my lips to her taut nipples. Again, I circled and circled with my tongue as my hand found its way to her core. Two fingers and then three. She wasn’t just wet. My Maddie girl was soaked. In and out, I teased and then my thumb found her engorged clit.
“Patrick,” she called out.
“I fucking love hearing my name. Now tell me who you are.”
“I-I’m Madeline Kelly.”
With that, I reached for her knees and spread her wide as my mouth found her wet pussy. My tongue lapped and teeth nipped. Over and over, I brought her to the brink until my patience was gone.
Lifting myself over her, I poised my cock at her entrance. “I love you.”
“Oh.”
In one long thrust we were joined. “You feel so fucking good.”
Her hands again came to my neck. “Don’t stop, Patrick, please never stop.”
“I never did. You’re mine, Maddie girl. You always were.”
Faster and faster, we moved. Her walls tightened and quivered as I found my rhythm. In and out, thrust after thrust. Pulling her hips to mine, I rolled until, still connected, Madeline was above me, her dark hair loosened from its tether and messed. Her tits were splotchy and reddened from the abrasion of my day’s beard growth. She was spectacular.
A smile came to my lips. “Fuck me, Maddie.”
Her lips curled upward as her petite hands came to my shoulders. Never once did her green gaze leave mine as she lifted and lowered herself, not until her back arched, her lips drew up into a tight “o” and her body tightened.
Reaching for her hips, I lifted her sexy body and lowered her over and over, faster and faster, until the room filled with my satisfied roar. Holding her tightly to me, I filled her with my seed.
I hadn’t considered birth control and at the moment didn’t care.
Madeline’s body collapsed upon mine. Perspiration sealed our connection as she lay upon my chest. My fingers stroked her long hair until our breathing slowed to a normal rate. Finally, Madeline lifted her head. “It feels right to be with you, so right.”
“That’s because you’re where you belong.”
She laid her head back on my shoulder. “Patrick.”
“What?”
“Please don’t ask me to close my eyes.”
I started to ask why. The word was on the tip of my tongue. Instead, I wrapped my arms around her and cocooned her close. “Never again. I want you to see me, know you’re with me. Besides, your green stare is like fucking Viagra.”
Maddie giggled, her body vibrating on top of mine. “I don’t think you need Viagra.”
Turning us on our side, I lifted her chin. “Not as long as I have you.”
We were almost asleep when a vibration sound echoed from the closet.
Shit.
It was my phone.
Freeing my arm from under Madeline’s head, I made it to the closet and pried my phone from my suit coat before the vibration ended. On the screen was REID.
Madeline
Fifteen years ago
My heart ached as I pulled my clothes from my closet racks and laid them upon the bed in the only room I’d known as mine in Andros’s compound. Trip after trip from the closet to the bed revealed how many outfits I had accumulated in a little over a year. The drawers were filled with velvet boxes of jewelry, my rewards for good behavior.
The styles of the dresses varied from casual to elegant. The long gowns twisted my stomach while making my skin feel tight.
I hated that they existed and that I wore them, obeying each directive.
While I’d left the compound on numerous occasions over the year as Andros’s companion, most of the attire was purchased for within.
At nearly thirty years of age, Andros Ivanov had come into power through dubious means. He lived life hard. Whether it was killing and stealing or partying, he pushed not only his own limits but those of everyone around him.
While I’d not seen Andros partake of illicit drugs and he usually kept his alcohol consumption in check, he found great pleasure in bringing others to ecstasy. The men who worked for him at the top of his hierarchy were rewarded with spoils from their bounties.
As Andros’s companion it fell upon me to prepare the women they acquired.
While Ruby slept or played with Irina, I would go to the other side of the compound when summoned. The thought turned my stomach and yet I obeyed.
Memories of the first time came to mind.
“Where are we going?” I asked Andros as he escorted me across the courtyard and down long corridors.
“I have a job for you.” His dark eyes narrowed. “One you’re uniquely qualified to do.”
I tried to keep up as the heels he’d instructed me to wear clipped along the tile, my steps constrained by the narrow skirt on the long blue gown. “Why am I dressed up?”
It wasn’t only my clothes that he’d directed. My hair, which was much healthier than it had been upon my arrival nearly seven months ago, was styled high upon my head and in my ears and around my neck were diamonds and sapphires to match the blue dress.
“Tonight we are celebrating. My men took over an organization north of here.”
“And you want me there?” I asked with trepidation. Since Ruby’s birth, the subject of my producing Andros’s heir hadn’t been revisited. While he’d come to me a few times for sex, he’d also not brought anyone else.
I didn’t hate sex with him.
I didn’t love it either.
He was experienced and not selfish in his sexual endeavors as most of the customers had been at the cell house.