Make him a single dad al.., p.13
Make Him: A Single Dad/Alpha Dom Romance, page 13
She nods like she’s been waiting for me to crack, so I do.
But not all the way.
“Get up, Ms. Jones,” I command. “Close my office door and lock it.”
When she rises, it’s with triumph. When she walks, it’s for my gaze. When she turns around, after securing our privacy, it’s for me.
All of her is mine.
“Sit on the edge of my desk.” I push my chair back. “And do a good job for me.”
Scarlett sits in front of me like a lady, crossing her legs at the knee. “I’d rather do a very bad job for you, Mr. Mercier.”
“I can get sued for this.” I spread my legs. “And you can get fired.”
“Well then.” She frees her hair from our clip, shaking her fiery mane for me. The sunlight streaming through my office windows makes her glow like the fire she is inside me. “If I’m going to get fired, Mr. Mercier, then make me come so hard; it’s worth it.”
I demand, “Pull your dress down and show me your nipples. You’re not wearing a bra today. You’ve been teasing me like a dirty little girl, and now you’re going to play with them for me.”
Pulling her sweater dress down, she frees her arm from its one sleeve, leaving her dress around her waist.
“Fuck, Belle, your tits,” I groan, rubbing my cock, hidden by my pants. “Your pointy, pink nipples. Play with them. Pinch them for me.”
“Like this?” She doesn’t take her eyes off me. Arching her back, she rolls her body while her palms cup her breasts, her fingertips thrilling her hard nipples, and we’re both enraptured.
But when she glances over and sees my orange slices on the plate beside her, she picks one up. Squeezing sticky citrusy drops over her nipples, she makes them drip, and I’m in hell.
I love it here.
“I get so juicy for you, Mr. Mercier. Is that what you want? To drink my sweet juice again?”
“Rub it on your nipples. That’s it.” I watch the fruit graze her pink peaks, covering them with nectar I need to lick off if I want to live. “Now eat the orange for me,” I command. “Lick it like a pussy. Have you licked pussy before, Ms. Jones?”
“Yes,” she sighs into the juicy flesh before showing me her experience with her tongue, and I’m dying. I moan, unzipping my pants. “Is that what you want to watch, Mr. Mercier?” Juice drips down her chin, her tongue licking between her taunts. “You want to watch me eat a woman’s pussy for you? Like a good little slut?”
She’s going to torture me, and it’s exactly what I need.
“It makes you wet, doesn’t it? The thought of being my whore again.” Using the slit on my boxer briefs, I free my cock, and her eyes get wide at its size. “Does this make you wet, too, Ms. Jones? Seeing my hard cock again?”
“I make you that hard, Luca.” She grins with her glistening chin. “You need me to be your whore, and I will. I want to.”
Setting the orange down, she reaches, shifting and lifting her dress. My dick drips at the sight on my desk; that pussy I can’t erase from my mind. Glimpses of it tease from under her black lace thong.
“Pull your panties down your thighs, but leave them on,” I demand. “In case we get caught. In case someone sees you being my dirty little whore.” I love the idea. “Now lean back, prop up on your hands, bend your knees. Put your feet on the edge of my desk.” She obeys. “Good girl. Now, spread your legs for me.”
“But with my panties like this, I can’t do it all the way for you.”
“Exactly.” I smirk, stroking slowly, wishing it was her hand but loving the naughty sight of her pussy. “We don’t get all we want, Ms. Jones. We get just enough.”
“Is this what you want, Mr. Mercier?”
With one hand, she reaches between her thighs, spreading her lips open, her middle fingertip with a French manicure circling her firm, pink clit, and makes me stroke harder. It makes me regret so much. It makes the world outside disappear because this is my world—Scarlett’s pussy in my face.
“Fuck yourself,” I sigh. “Fuck yourself like I fucked you.”
Our hands start matching tempo, our eyes fixed on our desire—her fingers pumping into her wet cunt, and mine pumping my hard cock.
I’ve gotten off so often like this, just watching Scarlett, but it’s more. I’m not watching her; I’m with her. She pulls me into her gaze, into her tight, wet heat, and I don’t exist. The guilt is gone. I’m hers. For minutes. For hours. Forever, I’m with her, and it’s almost good enough. I can almost get by like this.
“Say it. Say who you are. Say who I am, Scarlett.”
“Yes, Master, I’m your whore. Your only whore.” Her two glistening fingers start pumping harder, just like my fist over my cock. “Play with me. Use me. I’ll submit to you.”
“If I play with you,” I warn, “I will use you. I’m a Pleasure Dom. I will torture you with intense pleasure. I’ll make you come so many times until you can’t take it. It will torture us both. Is that what you want?”
I can’t believe I’m offering this. I can’t believe I will do this, but I have to. I can’t go back to a life without Scarlett. There’s no oxygen there.
“Yes,” she gasps. Her nipples point hard, her pussy is so pink and wet, her milky cum coating her fingers, and it swells my cock.
“You’ll be so dirty for me,” I insist. “I’m going to do lewd things to you and let people watch, and you’ll obey my commands, but I won’t fuck you. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her thighs shake.
Fuck, I love this hell. “Say it, my whore. Say what you want me to do to you.”
“Fuck me, Luca.” Her voice. Her eyes. “Fuck me harder, motherfucker.”
Scarlett can take every inch of my cock and pain. But when she sighs, “Luca,” with her two glistening fingers disappearing into the place that brought me back to life, I need more. “Luca, please.” Her eyes droop, and she needs more, too.
“Come, Belle.” My fist keeps pumping, the fire in my veins white hot. “Come on your fingers, then put them in my mouth. Let me taste your sweet cum on my tongue again.”
“Oh fuck,” Scarlett groans, “I’m coming.” Her thighs, bound by her panties, shake feet from my face, and I can hear it. I can smell her sweet lust. “Fuck, Luca.” She buries her fingers inside and keeps them there, jerking harder inside her pussy as I watch with hunger.
I want to be inside her again. I want to feel that pussy take my breath away again. I want to give her everything inside me. Her orgasm is my home, but I can’t join her there, and suddenly, the punishment isn’t sweet.
“Luca, please,” she sighs again, her shoulders lurching. Her orgasm won’t stop, and it’s torture for her too.
“Ma flamme, give it to me,” I grunt. “Give me that pussy. Let me taste your fingers.”
I stand up so fast, pumping my swollen cock as she slides her two tangy fingers over my lips. Tasting her again, I’m barely hanging on. The flavor of her cum returns to my tongue, to my memory, and I break for her.
“You can fight me, Luca,” she sighs, pumping her fingers in my mouth while I suck them, and I’m right here, staring into her eyes, seeing her wet pussy exposed to me. “But I’ll win. You can watch me. You can torture me. You can degrade me and use me. You can come all over me, but you’re mine, too. I will make you mine.”
Fuck, yes, I groan, sucking her fingers so hard I splatter her pussy with my creamy cum. I grunt, spurting more, watching Scarlett, my erotic dream. Her fingers hover over my lips while I confess, “Yes, Belle. Make me.”
I want Scarlett to make me. To fight me. To fight for me. To break my rules. Scarlett’s the only woman who can, and I can’t get enough of her.
I’m not as guilty if Scarlett makes me love her.
“This Saturday,” I murmur, wanting to kiss her, but I don’t. I lean forward and kiss her hair, knowing what I need, what we can do. “Join me.”
“You and Zar?” She reaches for me, her palm caressing my pounding chest, and I hold her hand there.
“No,” I answer. I don’t think I can handle watching Scarlett with Zar. I can’t even think about it, not with how her touch over my heart soothes my pain.
“Join me at an adult store,” I command, “where only I will play with you first.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
SCARLETT
Ruby sighs in the pedicure chair beside me. “Girl, you have died and gone to slut heaven.”
I feel inspired, getting the same red polish as she does, but I keep my voice down in the salon.
“It ain’t heaven,” I huff. “It’s hell; Luca, not fucking me yet.”
“With how you say he wants to take you to a sex store for some games instead? Shit, I’d let him play in my kinky park all day.” She opens her eyes, aiming her stare at me. “Besides, I thought you weren’t fucking your client.”
“Think again,” I scoff.
“Interesting.” She grins. “You always say, ‘Dick don’t pay bills.’ Where’s all that sisterly wisdom now?”
“Sounding dumb to my pussy.”
The technicians giggle, and why should I care? I want to try this arrangement with Luca so bad I’ll advertise it on an interstate billboard.
SCARLETT JONES IS NOW
LUCA MERCIER’S SUB
Disclaimer: His second sub.
Or am I? Is it official? I don’t know much about his world yet.
“See,” Ruby laughs, “you’re dickmatized. One day, y’all will fuck again, and then you’ll get married and be his happily-ever-after slut from that day forward.”
“Not happening. Luca’s got too much guilt over his wife dying.”
“Guilt? Why? He didn’t murder her.”
“I don’t know. But he feels guilty, so I get it. We go slow.”
“Slow?” Ruby leans my way across her chair. “Since when is finger banging yourself for him to watch, going slow? And tonight, he’s taking you to a sex shop for a circus show? If that’s slow, Girl, fast is gonna scorch your kitty to a crisp.”
“Shhh.” I keep no secrets from my sister, but the whole damn salon doesn’t need to know my kinky plans for the night. “It’s slow for him.”
Ruby lowers her voice. “Slow cuz’ he’s got a watching kink. And what about his friend, Zar? The Oscar-Winner of Orgasms? Where does he fit in?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know how this whole Dom/sub thing works.”
“Want me to Google it?” Ruby reaches for the phone in her back pocket. “Like AskAnastasiaGrey.com?”
“Hell no. I assume Luca will answer my questions, but I can’t figure Zar out.”
“Ain’t no math to figure there.” Ruby chuckles. “Luca’s best friend is a typical man wanting a flesh sandwich with two women and for others to watch what a big dick he has while he eats it.” Her eyes dance. “You gonna do it? Are you gonna be in a three-layered cake with Luca’s friend and a woman while Luca watches?”
“Isn’t that like…cheating on Luca if he’s not in it?”
“Not if it makes him paint the ceiling! Not if they have some kinda agreement. It’s hot as hell.”
“Okay, fine. It’s kinda hot. And it’s not like I’m a prude, but it’s more. The way Luca and Zar look at each other sometimes. They share more than women.”
“What? They’re dickmatized too?” Her eyes roll. “Fuck, that’s so hot if they bowl from both ends.”
I can’t answer her.
Luca, I sort of understand now. He has guilt over his wife dying. He feels like he’s cheating to fuck again, so he watches Zar do it instead. And that’s why he loves Zar. They’re more than best friends. They share an erotic bond.
But Zar puzzles me.
What’s in it for him? Doesn’t he want love, too?
I heard what Zar said to Luca before I knocked on the office door. “You’ve fallen in love with Scarlett.” Zar sounded happy about it, and Luca didn’t deny it.
Why?
Is Luca in love with me? Is that why I’m doing this? I’m breaking every rule, and getting thirsty for whatever he wants, and putting my heart on the line for Luca…again? Because I’m in love with him, too?
“Well then, at least answer this.” Ruby nudges my arm. “Who’s bigger?”
Damn, this could be fun, too. I can’t help but smile. “Zar is hung. He’s got this curved-up cock that I bet comes like a fountain, but I swear, Luca is two stacked soup cans.”
“Bawk, bawk, Bitch. Chicken soup is good for the soul,” Ruby jokes, and we double over, laughing so hard we have a disapproving audience.
But as our smiles fade, Ruby knows the look in my eyes. My sister knows the fear I hide because we share it.
Our dad walked out on her, too.
I was eleven, Ruby was ten, and Rose and Cherry were so young. Mom was at work, while Dad made his unemployment feel like a vacation for us. I thought we made him happy, but darkness would fall over him, and I didn’t recognize him. He’d sit, like a ghost, on the sofa for hours and not speak to us.
Then, one afternoon, after all of us girls and Dad played in the sprinkler, he made grilled cheeses for dinner and spoiled us with Tater Tots and ketchup. Then he kissed the top of my head and said, “I’m going to the store for some beer. Watch your sisters.”
But I ran to the window, watching him drive away in his white truck because he didn’t say, “I’ll be right back, kiddo,” like he always did.
Because he didn’t come back.
And my heart is still eleven. It’s still broken. It’s still waiting at that window for him to return.
“You’re really gonna do it?” Ruby reaches for my hand, and I let her hold it. “You’re finally gonna trust a man?”
“I’m gonna try.”
I like the sidewalks through the French Quarter of Charleston. The historic buildings. The brightly colored, narrow single homes. The Spanish moss in the trees. And I like the palms in the porch planters and the ferns and pink geraniums spilling over the iron window boxes.
But I like this more, and it’s my HIF #10: I’m becoming a helpless romantic. You’d think I was walking beside Ryan Gosling, holding a notebook.
But no, I’m walking beside Luca like he’s sort of my date.
We stroll side-by-side in the warm evening October air, my shoulder brushing his arm, and I want him to reach for my hand. It’s like he’s itching to do it.
But we don’t.
We aren’t there yet. Maybe we’ll never be.
But I know where we’re going—Delta’s. It’s just a few blocks from The Mercier Hotel.
I met Luca there, outside his place. It’s technically my day off, but I didn’t want Gia to see me. This part of me is for adults only. I keep it separate.
So does Luca. Escaping for the night had lust swirling in his eyes when he met me outside the glass and gold doors of his hotel, kissing my cheeks for the first time. He greets everyone that way, but with me, his lips on my skin aren’t polite. They make me blush with salacious memories.
It has me chewing my lip. My pink lace panties are already wet.
Yes, I want to trust Luca. I want to try with him. Secretly, I want everything with him, but for now, I want to make him let go of his guilt. And if we have to play kinky games along the way?
It’ll be my pleasure.
“I have a wager,” I say, seeing Delta’s coral single home come into view.
“Which is?” Luca sounds intrigued.
And he looks 120 in the shade. His white starched shirt is unbuttoned. His bronze chest gleams. His black hair hangs seductively over his sizzling eyes, and he always wears dress pants that make his ass look like a peach I want to bite.
I went with my usual temptation for him: the naughty secretary in a black pencil skirt, heels, and a pink silk blouse.
“Whoever comes first tonight loses.”
He laughs at my bet, and it turns my head to gaze at the sight I’m afraid to want, but I do. I’m falling so fast for Luca, gravity can’t keep up.
He grins back at me. “What do they lose?”
“Whoever loses has to let the other do whatever they want to them.”
“We’re not fucking,” he warns, and…
We’ll see.
“Mr. Mercier,” I tease as he opens the iron gate of Delta’s for me, “I thought you were a sexpert. Don’t you know how to play all the games that aren’t fucking?”
“I do, and I have the advantage here.” He gently holds my elbow, guiding me up the porch steps beside him. The long, narrow side porch, the piazza, overlooks a blooming courtyard. You’d never know this place is a luxury sex shop inside.
“I’ve already been here twice,” he confesses. “I know the owner, Stacey. She’s friends with Redix and Cade. And I’ve already spoken to one of her men, Ford. I told him what I want you to watch tonight.”
“I remember Stacey,” I tell him, “from the first night we fucked.”
His eyes darken. “The only night we fucked.”
He keeps insisting, and that tells me he’s fighting…and I’m winning.
“What do you want me to see tonight?” I ask, standing with him before the tall, black wooden double doors. The brass house plaque on the right reads,
Delta’s
Where satisfaction is guaranteed
“I want you to see how gratifying it is to watch,” he says. “Why I like it, and maybe you will too. Or maybe you’ll be like Stacey. She likes others watching her with her three men. They all love it. We all have something we crave.”
“What do you crave?”
He stares at my lips, at the question between us. “I don’t get to have what I crave, Scarlett.”
I love my name in his accent. His Ss are lush, like silk on his tongue, like he wants to keep me in his mouth.
